<?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-4452433414527899954</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:10:22.531-08:00</updated><category term='BREAD'/><category term='SOUP'/><category term='DESSERT'/><category term='CAKES'/><category term='SALAD'/><category term='RECIPES'/><title type='text'>CRABTREE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-2538890107847254457</id><published>2012-02-10T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:25:41.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying SOLO</title><content type='html'>With Gage serving on the high council, he attends a different meeting house for church than the kids and me. It was hard to get used to flying solo at church, but got even harder when we switched to meeting at 9 am. (Gage is at meetings that usually start at7am). We all like to sleep in until about 8:30 at our house, so adjusting to waking up earlier to make sure we all get to church on time is just that an adjustment. We were all settling into a routine when we brought home baby Levi. Which meant making more adjustments and way more planning! The first week at church with me and all three kids was an interesting one. We made it on time, but Chey's hair was left lacking and our house looked like a tornado had hit it. So this past week I tried to be better and plan ahead. I braided Chey's hair Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XI0FpV_fDP8/TzWV5_6XYHI/AAAAAAAACjc/qwt5BMQQPsw/s1600/before.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XI0FpV_fDP8/TzWV5_6XYHI/AAAAAAAACjc/qwt5BMQQPsw/s400/before.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sunday morning came and all we had to do was unbraid it. Which Cheyenne is much more open to than having to sit still to have it curled or whatever else in the early hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5X38hhGk6fo/TzWV68HvouI/AAAAAAAACjk/oEQZe5hYClI/s1600/after.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5X38hhGk6fo/TzWV68HvouI/AAAAAAAACjk/oEQZe5hYClI/s400/after.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Add a clippie and WAALAA! &amp;nbsp;A hair do that looks like we spent a lot of time... we fooled everyone. And even made it to church on time again!&lt;br /&gt;We have lots of help at church, one of my young women join our family for sacrament meeting, which was a huge help this week when Chey decided she had to go potty right in the middle of the meeting. Then the kids head off to primary and nursery. I head to sunday school and for the past 2 weeks someone has offered to hold Levi for me, which leaves me childless for Young Womens. So don't feel bad for me flying solo at church, because in reality getting TO the church is the hard part, life is much easier once we walk through the doors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-2538890107847254457?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2538890107847254457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=2538890107847254457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2538890107847254457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2538890107847254457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2012/02/flying-solo.html' title='Flying SOLO'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XI0FpV_fDP8/TzWV5_6XYHI/AAAAAAAACjc/qwt5BMQQPsw/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-2991099192427814823</id><published>2012-02-09T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:58:41.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"GUN ENVY"</title><content type='html'>This week we were at Grandma's house with some of the other cousins. One of which is a boy and has just recently been potty trained. His parents were ready to make the switch to standing up to go potty but his mom had no way to show him. So she had Trevin go into the bathroom and show him. She called it "shooting' bullets. Trevin was more than willing to teach his cousin this "awsome and fun thing." Well they head into the bathroom and Trevin can't make it work (he had just gone to the bathroom). But the concept was still there and his cousin's worked and everyone was excited. Until his sister wanted to try it too, she was also recently potty trained, then there was some major disappointment that she had to always potty sitting down, "gun envy" is what her mom called it. Well Cheyenne was there to console her, she recently made this discovery herself....&lt;div&gt;One day I walked up stairs to see Chey with her pants around her ankles standing on the stool facing the toilet, she had a terrified look on her face (one I've seen many times, it's the one that says I've held it for too long and if I move now I'm gunna potty my pants). So I run in and turn her around and say "Ok, Go for it." She sticks her bum out toward the toilet, but doesn't sit down, and lets it all loose. I couldn't figure out what she was doing! &amp;nbsp;I asked "Why didn't you just sit down?" She looked at me and said "I wanted to go standing up like the boys and now it's a big mess!" I laughed for a second then we cleaned up and had a quick anatomy lesson. Since then she hasn't had any issues with sitting to go potty and can sympathize with all the rest of the "Gun envy" girls out there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-2991099192427814823?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2991099192427814823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=2991099192427814823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2991099192427814823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2991099192427814823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2012/02/gun-envy.html' title='&quot;GUN ENVY&quot;'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-7137001953703276684</id><published>2012-02-02T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T17:20:28.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a name for everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_vFq0vehYs0/Tys1SvjNwOI/AAAAAAAACjU/Kk5nuco7-fI/s1600/img035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_vFq0vehYs0/Tys1SvjNwOI/AAAAAAAACjU/Kk5nuco7-fI/s320/img035.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cheyenne pulled out this book for me to read with her yesterday. It's a new book for Levi. We were going through all the pictures and Cheyenne was telling me what everything was. I even found a few that she didn't know, like nostrils. So we moved on from the face page to the body page and she was doing great. Feet, toes, neck, even elbow... she knew them all. Finally I pointed to the "chest" and her response was "THAT'S MY HEARTBURN."&lt;div&gt;Can't blame her after hearing that for the last 9 months.&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/4452433414527899954-7137001953703276684?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7137001953703276684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=7137001953703276684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/7137001953703276684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/7137001953703276684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2012/02/name-for-everything.html' title='a name for everything'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_vFq0vehYs0/Tys1SvjNwOI/AAAAAAAACjU/Kk5nuco7-fI/s72-c/img035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-8737923640822671612</id><published>2012-01-25T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T17:22:24.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNIP, SNIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;Two little kids are in a hospital, lying on stretchers next to each other, outside the operating room. The first kid leans over and asks, "What are you in here for?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;The second kid says, "I'm in here to get my tonsils out and I'm a little nervous." The first kid says, "You've got nothing to worry about. I had that done when I was four. They put you to sleep, and when you wake up they give you lots of Jell-O and ice cream. It's a breeze!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;The second kid then asks, "What are you here for?" The first kid says, "A circumcision." And the second kid says, "Whoa! I had that done when I was born. I couldn't walk for a year!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;Because it wasn't our pediatrician that came to see Levi in the hospital (it was the on-call doc, since it was a Saturday) we opted to wait a few days until we could get Levi in to see his own doctor for his circ. We wanted to use the same method for both of our boys, the on call doc used a different method. Anyway, Gage was at home when the doc came and got Trevin for his procedure and I think Gage was a little bummed that he didn't get to witness the traumatic event. SO we made sure things were different with Levi. Gage came with us and convinced the doctor to let him watch. We both went back into the procedure room with our little guy. I was there to make sure Gage didn't pass out! Poor little Levi was a champ he cried and screamed Gage would look for a second then turn away with a painful look on his face. It was kinda funny to watch. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;Anyway all went well and Levi got his revenge!!! Right when the procedure ended the doc was giving Gage an up close look &amp;nbsp;and Levi let out an explosive poop! SO much for their sterile field. I laughed, Gage was apologetic. The Doc and MAs were almost finished cleaning him up and you better believe Levi did it again. I couldn't stop laughing. They decided they weren't going to be able to clean him up in his little tray and laid out a nice clean blanket on the table and moved him. And YES... he did it again, with some fountains in the works this time. I couldn't stop laughing at this point, Gage just kept saying sorry and the MAs couldn't get a diaper on this kid fast enough!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-8737923640822671612?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8737923640822671612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=8737923640822671612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8737923640822671612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8737923640822671612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2012/02/snip-snip.html' title='SNIP, SNIP'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-1241017283812960171</id><published>2012-01-23T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:13:55.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S A ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BOY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LEVI CADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;8 pounds 12 ounces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;20 3/4 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's it in a nut shell. If you want more information keep on reading, it's a really long post. There are lots of pictures (all of which are safe for viewers of all ages).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We were originally scheduled to be at the hospital at 8am, but do to the number of patients that came into the hospital throughout the night our induction was pushed back. Thankfully it was only for an hour. We arrived at 9am. It took about an hour before we got orders from my doctor to get thing going. I was strep B positive so I knew that I had to have 4 hrs worth of antibiotics (two doses 4 hrs apart) before delivering, to avoid extra blood tests on our new little one. The first dose went up at 10 am. The pitocin was started at the same time. By this point I had had 3 nurses. The charge nurse started all the paper work then passed me off to Patricia. Patricia started the IV, the antibiotics and pitocin then passed me off to Maryann who was to be my final nurse. I didn't mind the juggling... I know what it's like to have a busy night at the hospital. I hate waiting around, and that's what we had to do, WAIT for the antibiotic.&amp;nbsp; Like my previous inductions the pitocin did nothing to progress my labor. I had warned my nurse of that.&amp;nbsp; At one point she turned up the pit and then came back a half hour later and said I think we lost one of your monitors, I told her we hadn't I had just stopped contracting, she was a little surprised. But that is exactly what happened, so she did the only thing she could do, turn it up some more.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0bpyyQfXyy0/Tx3ePIfFJbI/AAAAAAAACe8/xVC-m1IHCXg/s320/DSC02643.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finally the first 3 1/2 hours were over and my doctor was willing to come in and break my water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; This is when things actually get moving for me. I was dilated to a 3 when she broke my water a 1:30. The 2nd dose of penicillin went up at 1:45. (My nurse had a patient that was almost complete and so she gave Patricia a quick report and had her check on me.) Well I had told them that things would move quickly after my water broke and I was right. About 45 minutes later I was a 7 and they decided they should call my doctor to let her know how quickly I was progressing. 20 minutes later they were wheeling in the delivery cart, my doctor was still delivering a baby at Ogden Regional and would be here as soon as she could. They had the Nurse Midwife come in that was already at the hospital, she tried to have me try different breathing techniques to slow down my contractions. That didn't work... She checked me, I was almost a 9. She told me that she would be just down the hall and left. My nurse checked me a few contractions later and they immediately brought back in the Nurse Midwife who delivered our bouncing baby boy! (1 hr and 40 minutes after they broke my water.) Levi did get stuck momentarily, they had to push on my stomach to get his shoulder under my pelvic bone. He came out with a displaced right shoulder, that corrected itself. 10 minutes later my doctor walked in and was surprised that she missed all the action.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So why no pictures during the actual labor or delivery??? I decided not to have an epidural the time around. I decided that I wanted to be able to walk shortly after delivering this baby.&amp;nbsp; (With Chey my legs were useless for at least 6 hrs.) Plus I had convinced Gage that I could keep whatever money didn't go toward an epidural. I shouldn't really say convinced. It didn't take any convincing., it went something like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: I don't think I want to get an epidural this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gage: WHY?! If your doing it to save money that's not a good reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: No I'm not trying to save any money. In fact that's what I want to talk to you about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gage: OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: I want to make you a deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gage: OK, what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: If I don't get an epidural can I keep the money to use on whatever I want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gage: YES, If you really don't get an epidural you can have the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Me: See I'm not saving any money. I'm just putting it to a better use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That was very early on in this pregnancy, I don't think Gage took me seriously. I had decided to put the money toward a vacation later this year for just Gage and I, no kids. How's that for motivation while delivering your 3rd child... Looking forward to a week with no kids. :) I know that sounds awful. To be honest I thought looking forward to vacation would be one of the things that got me through the pain, but it never even crossed my mind. The only thought I can remember having was&lt;i&gt; "This was a dumb idea! What was I thinking?" &lt;/i&gt;But it all turned out ok. Gage was a great coach and I definitely relied on him and my mom for moral support. They were both very careful to avoid the phrases I told them would get them kicked out. For Gage "Why don't you just get the epidural?" For Mom "I did this 7 times!" either one was grounds for immediate removal from the room. They did great and both got to stay for the delivery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think the only person I was rude to was the midwife. I can remember making a few sarcastic/mean remarks, but I can't remember who said what to deserve them. I just remember Gage laughing on occasion because he thought they were funny (so I'm pretty sure they weren't directed at him).&amp;nbsp; You'll have to ask Gage if you want more info there. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The pain wasn't anything like what I expected. It was different, but still awful, but all worth it once it was over and they said, "It's a BOY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Levi was born at 3:14 pm. He wasn't convinced that breathing was a necessity, a little bit of extra suctioning took care of that. But he looked really blue for a while. The nursery nurse told us that it would probably take a day or two for his hands and feet to get back to a normal color.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TqOAeLFDCcY/Tx3eWs7IPvI/AAAAAAAACfE/iijPGzuttBw/s1600/DSC02647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TqOAeLFDCcY/Tx3eWs7IPvI/AAAAAAAACfE/iijPGzuttBw/s320/DSC02647.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The pictures of Gage holding our children right after they are born are my favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gage called Trevin and Cheyenne to tell them that they had a new baby brother. It was hard that they couldn't be at the hospital at all due to strict visiting restrictions. But they were way excited to get the good news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oc04ZIadNEI/Tx3eZioR6qI/AAAAAAAACfM/YExLm-Lg2U0/s1600/DSC02649.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oc04ZIadNEI/Tx3eZioR6qI/AAAAAAAACfM/YExLm-Lg2U0/s320/DSC02649.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is the smurf picture. But in all reality at this point his color looked so much better than it was that we weren't worried any more. All the nurses and doctors that saw Levi would say the same things. "Wow he is heavy!" then "His poor face is bruised." So I'm sure the bruising is another reason his color looks so bad. Sugar definitely earned getting to be the 2nd one to hold the baby this time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1JnvsR5iN9Q/Tx3eeWtEAiI/AAAAAAAACfU/_u4sEs8hghE/s1600/DSC02652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1JnvsR5iN9Q/Tx3eeWtEAiI/AAAAAAAACfU/_u4sEs8hghE/s320/DSC02652.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Travis made it to the hospital with perfect timing about 20 minutes after we delivered. He got to hold little Levi while we got ready to transfer to our postpartum room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szczvmYyRp8/Tx3eiWRBeaI/AAAAAAAACfc/Y9_3hUVl4rg/s1600/DSC02653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szczvmYyRp8/Tx3eiWRBeaI/AAAAAAAACfc/Y9_3hUVl4rg/s320/DSC02653.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Once we got settled into the right room, the CNA came to give Levi a bath. It was nice that they do it all right in the room now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQyNzz9ESUg/Tx3enf_adjI/AAAAAAAACfk/r0o-y4nD1UM/s1600/DSC02655.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQyNzz9ESUg/Tx3enf_adjI/AAAAAAAACfk/r0o-y4nD1UM/s320/DSC02655.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Levi hated it all until he was swaddled in his towel and they washed/scrubbed his head. That part he LOVED. after all who doesn't love to have their hair washed by someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znVGoglynK4/Tx3erIhSQxI/AAAAAAAACfs/Jk_mF_lb3UM/s1600/DSC02657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znVGoglynK4/Tx3erIhSQxI/AAAAAAAACfs/Jk_mF_lb3UM/s320/DSC02657.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HIywseyy2Oc/Tx3evJSYELI/AAAAAAAACf0/ATnX3M_ZrUY/s1600/DSC02658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HIywseyy2Oc/Tx3evJSYELI/AAAAAAAACf0/ATnX3M_ZrUY/s320/DSC02658.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love how babies smell right after a bath. I could just cuddle this little boy all night.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eh2ZfKd4RgM/Tx4GzMnFlkI/AAAAAAAACic/wMBU8QzvIew/s1600/IMG_0042%255B1%255D.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eh2ZfKd4RgM/Tx4GzMnFlkI/AAAAAAAACic/wMBU8QzvIew/s320/IMG_0042%255B1%255D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOxkCnLkMXA/Tx3ezJNaMgI/AAAAAAAACf8/8Dqb0X-T1kA/s1600/DSC02660.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess Gage feels the same way. Don't worry we even shared him with all the family members that came to congratulate us. I didn't add all those pictures but I really wanted to.&amp;nbsp; Thanks to everyone. We loved getting to share our new addition with you, plus you made the hospital stay seem shorter, which saved my sanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ageCV9LQyE/Tx3e9AXZmkI/AAAAAAAACgE/kUvCTiuBC-E/s1600/DSC02662.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LUrgl3vxPOc/Tx4G8C78UgI/AAAAAAAACik/xdPO3UZncFM/s1600/IMG_0050%255B1%255D.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LUrgl3vxPOc/Tx4G8C78UgI/AAAAAAAACik/xdPO3UZncFM/s320/IMG_0050%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wide awake. Look at those beautiful eyes, I wonder what color they will end up being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fnl_uGKMVbQ/Tx4HBGgnU4I/AAAAAAAACis/mP4WDoKkhOc/s1600/IMG_0051%255B1%255D.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fnl_uGKMVbQ/Tx4HBGgnU4I/AAAAAAAACis/mP4WDoKkhOc/s320/IMG_0051%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Getting ready to go home and the snow started. After raining all day long and then the thick snow we got the roads could have been really bad. In fact they were in some places, but thankfully our drive home was uneventful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sPC1InnhHZ8/Tx3fLAo3V0I/AAAAAAAACgc/YsGrAz2KhaY/s1600/DSC02678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sPC1InnhHZ8/Tx3fLAo3V0I/AAAAAAAACgc/YsGrAz2KhaY/s320/DSC02678.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thankfully Levi was content in his car seat. They always look so small in them, even at his whopping 8 lbs 12 oz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bRPKIlviGkk/Tx4HK2zxE0I/AAAAAAAACi0/iwzvkRB_9to/s1600/IMG_0054%255B1%255D.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bRPKIlviGkk/Tx4HK2zxE0I/AAAAAAAACi0/iwzvkRB_9to/s320/IMG_0054%255B1%255D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lE-_e7hekd4/Tx3fQh77PlI/AAAAAAAACgk/VbR8PbACX-4/s1600/DSC02684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I couldn't wait to get home to the kids, to let them meet our little man. We came home and got settled then Grandma and Papa brought home the kids. They were so excited. We taught them about using the hand sanitizer, it's a good thing we did cause the first thing Trevin did was stick his fingers in Levi's mouth to find out if he had any teeth. (He doesn't!) That was a shock to Trevin. Cheyenne just wanted to rub his head and see his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KR8twj4_eC8/Tx3fZqfh3tI/AAAAAAAACgs/Mym-kSIPUeY/s1600/DSC02687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KR8twj4_eC8/Tx3fZqfh3tI/AAAAAAAACgs/Mym-kSIPUeY/s320/DSC02687.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All night long the kids asked questions. Can we teach him to play x box? Can we help him walk? Is mom's belly button ok? He has a weird belly button, doesn't he? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2TV31euhT84/Tx3ftY6ts4I/AAAAAAAACg0/ZUCC73uQZUk/s1600/DSC02688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2TV31euhT84/Tx3ftY6ts4I/AAAAAAAACg0/ZUCC73uQZUk/s320/DSC02688.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And of coarse they both wanted to hold him. And they did awesome, dad helped and taught them that they can only hold Levi with help, and to support his head, etc. Even Trevin was content to sit and hold Levi for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75vnam4XH1k/Tx3f-9q74yI/AAAAAAAACg8/wYbZT2iUkks/s1600/DSC02692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75vnam4XH1k/Tx3f-9q74yI/AAAAAAAACg8/wYbZT2iUkks/s320/DSC02692.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cheyenne was already and old pro after all of her practice with her baby dolls. She just kept saying "Oh Baby Levi Cade is so cute!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GcrRlf54ZhM/Tx3gP-pqBUI/AAAAAAAAChM/hSUWoHK9AOg/s1600/DSC02694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GcrRlf54ZhM/Tx3gP-pqBUI/AAAAAAAAChM/hSUWoHK9AOg/s320/DSC02694.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Levi's id bands and funny belly button. Cheyenne saw his dry feet and told me "He needs lotion"... What a girly girl I have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D5nfZ__nTUQ/Tx3gtfDHZlI/AAAAAAAAChU/MW4-rpJbjDs/s1600/DSC02712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D5nfZ__nTUQ/Tx3gtfDHZlI/AAAAAAAAChU/MW4-rpJbjDs/s320/DSC02712.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sleeping at home. After his check up at the doctors office (Their requirement if i wanted to go home before he was 48 hrs old, I took it!) Does he look a little yellow to you? I didn't notice it right off, but the lab work confirmed, he is jaundice. With his bili count high we got to experience bili lights for the first time at our house.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BLPXKeq1_A/Tx3haScUCfI/AAAAAAAAChk/gU6r6g7XZQE/s1600/DSC02714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BLPXKeq1_A/Tx3haScUCfI/AAAAAAAAChk/gU6r6g7XZQE/s320/DSC02714.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have to admit I wasn't very excited about this. I have nieces that had to do the bili bed thing and I hated to see them naked and blind folded.&amp;nbsp; They just looked so uncomfortable. So I was pleasantly surprised to see the new set up. I think they have made huge improvements. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6OJufAARLgI/Tx3hwZVkxlI/AAAAAAAAChs/T8BnQCERNmI/s1600/DSC02717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6OJufAARLgI/Tx3hwZVkxlI/AAAAAAAAChs/T8BnQCERNmI/s320/DSC02717.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The lights are on the bottom, then they cover it with this little straight jacket contraption. No visibly naked baby and no blindfolds, YAY!! They have a bili blanket that I had to tuck in on top of his belly to before we closed him in.&amp;nbsp; It was still really hard to not be able to hold and cuddle him all the time, especially in the middle of the night when he cried. I did get to get him out to feed him but you had to keep the bili blanket on him still and it was awkward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ptinlnRZNuc/Tx3h-YdujxI/AAAAAAAACh0/QSn70C1frR4/s1600/DSC02719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ptinlnRZNuc/Tx3h-YdujxI/AAAAAAAACh0/QSn70C1frR4/s320/DSC02719.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-RTgadNYRw/Tx4HQWkScXI/AAAAAAAACi8/xd6iZ2O6Fy0/s320/IMG_0059%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gage hated them, All I heard all night was these lights are dumb. over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here he is all tucked in for the duration. We put the whole contraption in a pack n play so we didn't have to worry about the kids bothering him too much, but they could still go and look at him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jgqhRH5dR1k/Tx3ippKxWeI/AAAAAAAACiE/8p1K61gYfY8/s1600/DSC02722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jgqhRH5dR1k/Tx3ippKxWeI/AAAAAAAACiE/8p1K61gYfY8/s320/DSC02722.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the middle of the night, Levi wanted to be held, he just cried and cried if I wasn't right next to the pack n play. I'd sit there until I thought he was out then go back to my place on the couch and within 5 minutes he would be screaming again, until I went back and sat by him.&amp;nbsp; So I finally gave in at about 2:30 am and rearranged the furniture. (Gage was sure to remind me that the couch definitely weighs more than my baby, which is what they told me my lifting limit is). But I can assure you that moving the couch was worth the reprimand. I slept with my hand on Levi's belly and he slept like a champ after that and so did I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hm3vguRxtmg/Tx3i4qbY5GI/AAAAAAAACiM/N4XUw9jQTyw/s1600/DSC02724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hm3vguRxtmg/Tx3i4qbY5GI/AAAAAAAACiM/N4XUw9jQTyw/s320/DSC02724.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This morning we headed back to the doctor for another heel stick. Poor little boy, but the results were improved and we get a break from the bili lights, hopefully tomorrow we'll be done for good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHQx33FHkSQ/Tx4HYzTnHOI/AAAAAAAACjM/6PpfAC95jHQ/s1600/IMG_0061%255B1%255D.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHQx33FHkSQ/Tx4HYzTnHOI/AAAAAAAACjM/6PpfAC95jHQ/s320/IMG_0061%255B1%255D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love cuddling this little boy, I can't wait to see his personality develop and start to show through.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-1241017283812960171?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1241017283812960171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=1241017283812960171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/1241017283812960171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/1241017283812960171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2012/01/its.html' title='IT&apos;S A ...'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0bpyyQfXyy0/Tx3ePIfFJbI/AAAAAAAACe8/xVC-m1IHCXg/s72-c/DSC02643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-3913352202931894583</id><published>2012-01-16T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:49:07.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I am 38 weeks and 4 days. We are so excited about welcoming baby number 3 into our home. I will be getting induced at the end of this week (YAY!) Travis will be home for the weekend and since I was induced with both Trevin and Cheyenne I thought why not. I think it gives Gage a little bit of peace and mind too, he'd rather have it all planned, than worry about me calling him in the middle of the day or waking him up in the middle of the night. I can't blame him I think just waiting to go into labor on my own would make me nervous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a fun surprise last week. My&amp;nbsp;nieces&amp;nbsp;decorated our front porch with this fun little count down. My kids were so excited about all the baby stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SkD6dXr9UTs/TxRhj_EDbKI/AAAAAAAACeA/TQxu1GcBcSo/s1600/DSC02631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SkD6dXr9UTs/TxRhj_EDbKI/AAAAAAAACeA/TQxu1GcBcSo/s320/DSC02631.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kqWMZ6GN0lQ/TxRhmDGsZQI/AAAAAAAACeI/K7ZdnZGMFqY/s1600/DSC02634.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kqWMZ6GN0lQ/TxRhmDGsZQI/AAAAAAAACeI/K7ZdnZGMFqY/s320/DSC02634.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've done pretty good avoiding the camera,, not on purpose I just am usually the one taking pictures and I haven't really even done much of that lately. So I decided to have Gage take a couple of pictures of me this weekend so I had a few really pregnant pictures for a baby book.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So... 38 weeks and 2 days pregnant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XNQ6bR74MIE/TxRhnbKLZUI/AAAAAAAACeQ/u7bfKwEQH7k/s1600/DSC02637-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XNQ6bR74MIE/TxRhnbKLZUI/AAAAAAAACeQ/u7bfKwEQH7k/s320/DSC02637-1.JPG" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another one with T and Chey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dWTXQC37Lcs/TxRhopbHnxI/AAAAAAAACeY/OKr5P0sQdF8/s1600/DSC02640-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dWTXQC37Lcs/TxRhopbHnxI/AAAAAAAACeY/OKr5P0sQdF8/s320/DSC02640-1.JPG" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't even begin to describe how excited we are at our house. Especially the kids. They can't wait to find out if they get a baby brother or sister! They love the countdown we made (but I think they are mostly excited about having a sleep over at grandma's). Trevin knows some of the names we are thinking about but has done great to just tell everyone "It's a surprise" when they ask. Cheyenne is still convinced that the name is "Boots" if it's a boy and "Sunrise" if it's a girl. So we don't have to worry about her spilling the beans. It will be a little sad to not have my kids at the hospital to meet the baby, I think it might make the transition a little harder. But there isn't anything I can do about the strict visiting restrictions so I'm not going worry about it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cheyenne is already becoming a little mother and LOVES all the baby things that are now scattered around the house. Especially the car seat. &amp;nbsp;Yesterday she wanted to test it out, but we convinced her she wasn't allowed to sit in it. Don't worry she found a good substitute. Leo the Lion got strapped in and covered with a blanket and then Cheyenne had Dad carry the car seat from room to room so she could keep a close watch. It was pretty cute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_o9Mn4e6GPE/TxRi5U_ng7I/AAAAAAAACeg/H38e9QE73pk/s1600/photo+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_o9Mn4e6GPE/TxRi5U_ng7I/AAAAAAAACeg/H38e9QE73pk/s320/photo+%25286%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A shot from the Trevin cam. He loves to take pictures right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F-3NiVVDyOI/TxRhhklkuwI/AAAAAAAACd4/MAPlVrv6sZY/s1600/DSC02572-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F-3NiVVDyOI/TxRhhklkuwI/AAAAAAAACd4/MAPlVrv6sZY/s320/DSC02572-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I found a fun blog this week that had a list of question about pregnancy and I can't wait to keep a journal of these questions the next time around. Any way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How far along&lt;/b&gt;: 38 weeks and 4 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total weight gain&lt;/b&gt;: 34 pounds. (sounds bad I know but this is the least I've gained with any pregnancy so I'm pretty excited!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maternity clothes?&lt;/b&gt; Yes, some of them. I still wear my regular jeans (unbuttoned) and I wear a lot of Downeast shirts (they are nice and long and&amp;nbsp;stretchy, most of the ones I wear aren't maternity just a size up from what I normally wear) and cardigans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sleep&lt;/b&gt;: I don't sleep well, my only pregnancy complaint is heartburn, which makes laying flat impossible! I sleep on 4 pillows and&amp;nbsp;occasionally&amp;nbsp;in a recliner. Even with all that, heartburn wakes me up a couple of times a night and I have to sit straight up for at least 5 minutes before I can fall asleep again. On the up side, I very rarely have to wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, which would drive me nuts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best moment this week&lt;/b&gt;: Going bowling! Gage and I had never been bowling together, so we planned a double date&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;everyone said I could pick&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;activity since it was going to be my last night out for a while. I picked bowling. Gage tried to talk me out of it, "Pregnant women don't bowl." I proved him wrong and even beat him on one of the games. I did pay for it dearly, I could barely walk the next day. I must have pulled something. Next time, I don't think I'll go bowling at 38 weeks pregnant, but it was fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miss anything&lt;/b&gt;: Being able to keep up with the kids. In the last 2 weeks I get winded just walking up and down our stairs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movement:&lt;/b&gt; Oh yes! This baby is very active and likes to stretch! My doctor has made the comment a couple of time "Wow your baby sure does like to try to spread out." Yes I am aware. I&amp;nbsp;occasionally&amp;nbsp;have spots of my stomach that are sore to touch because this baby tries to spread out so much. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Food Cravings&lt;/b&gt;: Ice, Ice and more Ice. Maybe it's because of the heartburn, maybe not. I only like the pebbled ice. So we make&amp;nbsp;regular&amp;nbsp;trips to Sonic or Macey's to restock. I can eat a bag of ice in about 5 days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anything make you sick or&amp;nbsp;queasy?&lt;/b&gt;: Not anymore. It is great. I haven't thrown up since about week 19.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gender:&lt;/b&gt; UNKNOWN. I love to get asked this question. I love seeing peoples reactions when I tell them we opted to not find out! I have to admit it was really hard at first, but now it's a lot of fun. This was Gage's decision, he never wanted to find out with any of the kids... I made a deal that once we had a boy and a girl we didn't have to find out and he held me to it. (I'm glad he did.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Labor signs&lt;/b&gt;: I have contractions all the time. Just bending over to pick something up will make them start. My last appointment I was dilated to a two, nothing other than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Belly button in or out?&lt;/b&gt;: OUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stretch marks?&lt;/b&gt;: Yes&amp;nbsp;unfortunately&amp;nbsp;but I don't think any of them are new, just my old ones that are angry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wedding ring on or off?&lt;/b&gt;: OFF, I&amp;nbsp;took&amp;nbsp;it off about a week and a half ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy or Moody most of the time&lt;/b&gt;: Happy! I can't wait to meet this baby. (Although probably moody at 2am, but no one else is awake to see it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On your to-do list this week?&lt;/b&gt;: Oh wow. I am a procrastinator and not knowing the sex of this baby has made it even worse. I have few baby clothes out, but I haven't even pulled out the gender&amp;nbsp;neutral&amp;nbsp;stuff out. No crib is coming out til I know what room it needs to go in. Trevin made sure I got diapers and wipes a couple weeks ago so we are set there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My to do list: Pack a bag for the hospital, get out the bassinet, get my hair done, clean the bathrooms, make a couple of freezer meals, laundry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most looking forward to in the next week?&lt;/b&gt;: MEETING THIS BABY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's it for now. My next post will be after the baby is here. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #5b5b5b;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #5b5b5b;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-3913352202931894583?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3913352202931894583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=3913352202931894583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/3913352202931894583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/3913352202931894583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update.'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SkD6dXr9UTs/TxRhj_EDbKI/AAAAAAAACeA/TQxu1GcBcSo/s72-c/DSC02631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-4317829973416755148</id><published>2012-01-09T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T13:44:26.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The countdown begins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I went to my previous OB appointment this baby was weighing in at about 5lbs 6oz. Then I went again on Tuesday (2 wks later) and they are estimating that our baby weighs just over 7 lbs! Needless to say we are a little worried that this baby might be huge! I decided to go ahead and schedule myself to be induced (I was with both Trevin and Chey). So now we have a date and the countdown begins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Trevin and Chey are so excited and had a lot of fun helping me pick what colors to use for the chain and stapling them together. The most fun of coarse is getting to rip one off each day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u67vjGT7yMM/TwtbYM1GCQI/AAAAAAAACdg/gj-F9VfyCtQ/s1600/photo+%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u67vjGT7yMM/TwtbYM1GCQI/AAAAAAAACdg/gj-F9VfyCtQ/s320/photo+%25284%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can't tell you how excited we are at our house. Cheyenne favorite activity right now is to blow raspberries on the baby! Trevin is my worrier. About a week ago we had this conversation...&lt;/div&gt;Trevin: Mom I need to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: OK what are we going to talk about?&lt;br /&gt;Trevin: We don't have any diapers! If this baby poops in it's diaper we won't have any new diapers to change it!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh no. Do you think we should buy some diapers the next time we go to the store?&lt;br /&gt;Trevin: Yes! Don't forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Needless to say we now have diapers at our house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since we didn't find out if we are &amp;nbsp;having a boy or a girl I've gone ahead and washed at least some newborn size outfits for both. Cheyenne LOVES all the little girl clothes! Maybe a little too much. &amp;nbsp;She had tried&amp;nbsp;desperately&amp;nbsp;to get on a NB size jacket earlier today and the one sleeve ended above her elbow and I finally convinced her the clothes would only fit a baby. I thought that was the end of it... I was wrong, this is what I found just a little while later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4qINF38Z2U/TwtbaPPsgbI/AAAAAAAACdw/ttbIXbYj5jI/s1600/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4qINF38Z2U/TwtbaPPsgbI/AAAAAAAACdw/ttbIXbYj5jI/s320/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She found the matching pants! and was so proud that they fit!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZ4aujjoFqM/TwtbYmwzTDI/AAAAAAAACdo/COGNiw0Wuqk/s1600/photo+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZ4aujjoFqM/TwtbYmwzTDI/AAAAAAAACdo/COGNiw0Wuqk/s320/photo+%25283%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;WELL.... ALMOST FIT!&lt;br /&gt;(The swimming suit is a whole other story. Cheyenne asks to wear her swimming suit every day, multiple times a day! And stalks the laundry room when it has to be washed. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-4317829973416755148?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4317829973416755148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=4317829973416755148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/4317829973416755148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/4317829973416755148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2012/01/countdown-begins.html' title='The countdown begins!'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u67vjGT7yMM/TwtbYM1GCQI/AAAAAAAACdg/gj-F9VfyCtQ/s72-c/photo+%25284%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-131954762454723788</id><published>2011-12-22T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:29:11.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain America turns 4.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Trevin is very into all super&amp;nbsp;heroes&amp;nbsp;right now. Everyday he has me put a cape on him (a pillow case), so he can be a super hero. Being a super hero entails saving Mom and Cheyenne from all the bad guys, most of the time that mean shooting them, with anything that might resemble a gun.&amp;nbsp;Occasionally&amp;nbsp;Chey gets to be a super hero too, but for the most part she gets to be a&amp;nbsp;damsel&amp;nbsp;in distress with mom. &amp;nbsp;So it wasn't very hard to decide what to get Trevin from his birthday this year... SUPER HERO anything. His favorite superhero at the moment is Captain America so that's the theme we stuck with.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At our house presents couldn't possibly wait until after dad gets home from work. So presents happen first thing in the morning. Before we even eat breakfast or get out of our PJs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First present... A Captain america shield. Trevin usually uses a bucket lid so he was very excited to have the real deal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PN233cGeZMU/TvytJ4kIQKI/AAAAAAAACbg/fo4KUEZwBMY/s1600/DSC02484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PN233cGeZMU/TvytJ4kIQKI/AAAAAAAACbg/fo4KUEZwBMY/s320/DSC02484.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Next up... A Captain America action figure that talks and has a shield and a gun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRCQjrsEbNQ/TvytMBHgzmI/AAAAAAAACbo/3EhWhSUjc3s/s1600/DSC02486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRCQjrsEbNQ/TvytMBHgzmI/AAAAAAAACbo/3EhWhSUjc3s/s320/DSC02486.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Third came the Captain America helmet... Now you see the whole picture. (except Trevin decided it was better to wear his shield and helmet, while using the little action figure gun too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c_9xxXkSShY/TvytOVIIjzI/AAAAAAAACbw/j8tqDLGRXYE/s1600/DSC02490.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c_9xxXkSShY/TvytOVIIjzI/AAAAAAAACbw/j8tqDLGRXYE/s320/DSC02490.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love the look on T's face in this next picture. He was more than excited to open his very own iPod. (Mom's old iTouch). We reset it and made it all kid friendly. Trevin already knew how to use it better than mom anyway. We loaded a bunch of super hero pictures to it. Left only games on it and of coarse his favorite music. Oh the green cover is new.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RLhxhXfUIok/TvytQJhnE7I/AAAAAAAACb4/gMO_L0A_640/s1600/DSC02491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RLhxhXfUIok/TvytQJhnE7I/AAAAAAAACb4/gMO_L0A_640/s320/DSC02491.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He was thrilled and promised he would even share it with Cheyenne.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--BJWi00EygU/TvytSFFzB_I/AAAAAAAACcA/Gracc6m2A0k/s1600/DSC02494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--BJWi00EygU/TvytSFFzB_I/AAAAAAAACcA/Gracc6m2A0k/s320/DSC02494.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had lots of fun during the day... Trevin rotated between playing the iPod and being Captain America. Trevin got to go to Chick-fil-a with dad for a special birthday lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Later in the day we had our brand new home teachers stop by. They are honestly the best! Trevin was asleep but they dropped off a present for him. Trevin was way excited to wake up to another gift.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ylps2IrwRsw/Tvyte2K83DI/AAAAAAAACcM/sz7e209HDWw/s1600/DSC02504-1+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ylps2IrwRsw/Tvyte2K83DI/AAAAAAAACcM/sz7e209HDWw/s320/DSC02504-1+copy.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;For dinner the kids had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches at Trevin request. (Mom and dad at lasagna.) Then instead of doing cake and ice cream. We headed out to Farr's Fresh ice cream to let the kids load up on whatever ice cream they wanted. It was a lot of fun and I think they liked not having any restrictions on toppings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tF6q6JVQ0TA/Tvythlo7lUI/AAAAAAAACcU/Mj8CGp6J5tY/s1600/DSC02506.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tF6q6JVQ0TA/Tvythlo7lUI/AAAAAAAACcU/Mj8CGp6J5tY/s400/DSC02506.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;A quick picture with his birthday balloons before heading off to bed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YthKKFoNwns/TvytjzJ2ffI/AAAAAAAACcc/k5eLdQlo1BU/s1600/DSC02507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YthKKFoNwns/TvytjzJ2ffI/AAAAAAAACcc/k5eLdQlo1BU/s320/DSC02507.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TREVIN!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7gnDwPSKN8/TvytofVtsaI/AAAAAAAACcs/ZaZCuEg2qAY/s1600/DSC02510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7gnDwPSKN8/TvytofVtsaI/AAAAAAAACcs/ZaZCuEg2qAY/s320/DSC02510.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Chey had a great time picking out the balloons!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-131954762454723788?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/131954762454723788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=131954762454723788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/131954762454723788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/131954762454723788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/12/captain-america-turns-4.html' title='Captain America turns 4.'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PN233cGeZMU/TvytJ4kIQKI/AAAAAAAACbg/fo4KUEZwBMY/s72-c/DSC02484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-1100597503075409981</id><published>2011-12-21T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:50:24.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few of our Christmas activities...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love Christmas time with kids... I love Christmas anyway, but usually just the Christ aspect of it. But with kids I must admit the Santa/reindeer/elves portion is A LOT of fun. Cheyenne has really picked up on the Christmas songs In fact I sing them each a song when I tuck them into bed and the other night she asked me to sing "Santa Baby" I was shocked and did a pretty pathetic job since I don't know the words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Trevin&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;Chey both love to sing " I want a&amp;nbsp;hippopotamus&amp;nbsp;for Christmas." &amp;nbsp;But the favorite song at our house is Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Needless to say I have been watching the newspaper to find out when and where Santa's reindeer would be so we could show the kids. Since you don't get to actually see reindeer very often. So when Weber State held their "Fill the sleigh" event we mad a special trip to see Santa and his reindeer. The kids were so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Santa brought 2 reindeer with him Blitzen(left) and Snowflake(right). Snow flake of coarse is one of the reindeer in training, so he doesn't actually get to pull Santa's sleigh on Christmas yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RZCL59b2Ypg/TvyyWXdoAaI/AAAAAAAACc4/VNV-U81LPTc/s1600/DSC02459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RZCL59b2Ypg/TvyyWXdoAaI/AAAAAAAACc4/VNV-U81LPTc/s320/DSC02459.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's our picture with Blitzen. The toilet paper is our donation to Santa's sleigh. Cause Santa is too busy making all the toys to make toilet paper for the kids that don't have any. Trevin had about a million questions when we got there. He wanted to know if they put a tent over the reindeer so the couldn't fly away. The answer Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jx5X6ytr0Ic/TvyyYp3K8sI/AAAAAAAACdA/EqCtWkA4Meo/s1600/DSC02461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jx5X6ytr0Ic/TvyyYp3K8sI/AAAAAAAACdA/EqCtWkA4Meo/s320/DSC02461.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Blitzen, they really are very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HootrD7gJY8/TvyybTCPodI/AAAAAAAACdI/UPAqM9k9tLE/s1600/DSC02462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HootrD7gJY8/TvyybTCPodI/AAAAAAAACdI/UPAqM9k9tLE/s320/DSC02462.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Inside with Santa! We got to see Santa quite a few times this year, but this is my favorite picture (it was the one at WSU). Trevin asked for a race track with a ramp. Chey asked for a dolly and a duck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AcKAoQFlmY4/TvyyeB61OuI/AAAAAAAACdQ/vfEPp5AvA38/s1600/DSC02465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AcKAoQFlmY4/TvyyeB61OuI/AAAAAAAACdQ/vfEPp5AvA38/s320/DSC02465.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is a different day. We've started&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;tradition&amp;nbsp;of taking Grandma Donna ( my Dad's mom) to J&amp;amp;J to see all the pointsettas. While we are there we take pictures in the flowers. It's a lot of fun... this year we went late in the season and there weren't very many varieties left... next year we'll have to go earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0NwK-R9CVL8/Tvyygat82PI/AAAAAAAACdY/zr9Ladwur1E/s1600/DSC02473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0NwK-R9CVL8/Tvyygat82PI/AAAAAAAACdY/zr9Ladwur1E/s320/DSC02473.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-1100597503075409981?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1100597503075409981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=1100597503075409981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/1100597503075409981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/1100597503075409981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/12/few-of-our-christmas-activities.html' title='A few of our Christmas activities...'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RZCL59b2Ypg/TvyyWXdoAaI/AAAAAAAACc4/VNV-U81LPTc/s72-c/DSC02459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-1511699831647507535</id><published>2011-12-20T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T11:00:47.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditional Christmas Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas! I finally got Christmas letters sent out. I know I probably missed people so here it is for anyone that is interested. Hope you all have a wonderful holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VT820kjWdEc/TvDXj99M22I/AAAAAAAACbU/VFh9grUi8Cs/s1600/FAMILY+CHRISTMAS+PHOTO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VT820kjWdEc/TvDXj99M22I/AAAAAAAACbU/VFh9grUi8Cs/s400/FAMILY+CHRISTMAS+PHOTO.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Friends and Family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Can you believe we are at the end of another year! We hope that this past year has been full of wonderful memories, for ours certainly has. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Gage has been a busy man. &amp;nbsp;He managed to have 3 different church callings this year.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps the hardest change Gage had to face this year was turning 30 (he still doesn’t act his age)! Don’t worry it hasn’t slowed him down. He takes on a full load at work and home. I can always count on him to get the kids riled up just before bedtime. They love their dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;McKenna loves all the time she gets to spend at home. &amp;nbsp;Two toddlers are a constant source of entertainment! She has taken on the task of holding preschool at our house 2 days a week, and loves getting to see the kids excited to learn and play. In her spare time after cooking and cleaning McKenna loves to go on dates with Gage more frequently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Trevin has changed so much this year. He is proficient at using Mom’s iPod touch, navigating the computer and racing on x-box. His electronic skills must come from his dad.&amp;nbsp; His imagination is as wild as ever. &amp;nbsp;Most of his adventures right now involve him being a super hero. Trevin prompted the at home preschool.&amp;nbsp; Every morning starts with the same question “Is it preschool day?”&amp;nbsp; He loves to learn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cheyenne is all girl! Her favorite colors are pink and purple. She too has an active imagination and can almost always be found carrying a doll, stuffed animal or Barbie.&amp;nbsp; Chey has a stubborn side and refused to potty train, regardless of mom’s pleadings. After mom finally gave up, Chey decided she was ready and has been dry since. She loves her “long Rapunzel hair” and her earrings (her reward for potty training). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Our family is excited to welcome baby #3. Trevin is set on having a brother and Chey is sure we are having a sister. We can’t wait to find out in January! Gage and I are just thrilled to have a couple of months off of diaper duty before we start into the baby phase again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We love our Savior and express gratitude for His love in our lives.&amp;nbsp; We feel so blessed to know that He lives. Our hope is that you too have felt His love and know that you can always turn to Him in times of need.&amp;nbsp; Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to each of you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Love, the Crabtree's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-1511699831647507535?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1511699831647507535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=1511699831647507535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/1511699831647507535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/1511699831647507535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/12/traditional-christmas-card.html' title='Traditional Christmas Card'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VT820kjWdEc/TvDXj99M22I/AAAAAAAACbU/VFh9grUi8Cs/s72-c/FAMILY+CHRISTMAS+PHOTO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-8547819564421113294</id><published>2011-12-19T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T14:48:52.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple joys</title><content type='html'>Today the kids wanted to play outside. Trevin got a new scooter from his cousins for his birthday and wants to ride it every chance he gets. Anyway I bundled the kids up and sent them outside. Next thing I see the two of them are having a snow ball fight! I know it hasn't snowed for a while...we have a skif of snow along the fence line of our backyard in our garden area. Can you picture it? A very muddy snowball fight. They had a blast! &lt;br /&gt;The funny part is when they decided it was time to come inside the first words out of Trevin's mouth were, "Mom, we accidentally got snow on our gloves." Chey was quick to add, "and mud!"&lt;br /&gt;I love these two and didn't mind cleaning up the mess since it was all just an ACCIDENT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-8547819564421113294?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8547819564421113294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=8547819564421113294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8547819564421113294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8547819564421113294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/12/today-kids-wanted-to-play-outside.html' title='Simple joys'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-8367232113513816991</id><published>2011-12-05T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T09:40:31.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remind yourself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/164311086374432463_cIPjEAbd_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/164311086374432463_cIPjEAbd_c.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little reminder that we only see a small&amp;nbsp;glimpse&amp;nbsp;at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try to look for the positives in my life every day! My husband, my kids and especially my Savior make it possible to get through the rough days and know that everything will turn out ok in the end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-8367232113513816991?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8367232113513816991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=8367232113513816991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8367232113513816991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8367232113513816991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/12/remind-yourself.html' title='Remind yourself...'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-2958579543610597223</id><published>2011-12-05T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T07:40:57.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A&amp;nbsp;conversation&amp;nbsp;with Trevin after he woke up and walked into our room this morning.&lt;br /&gt;GAGE: "Did you finally decide to wake up?"&lt;br /&gt;TREVIN: "My old bones, said body it's time to get out of bed!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-2958579543610597223?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2958579543610597223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=2958579543610597223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2958579543610597223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2958579543610597223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/12/trevin-after-he-woke-up-and-walked-into.html' title=''/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-7109639119664270774</id><published>2011-12-03T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:22:17.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Canova Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Today was the Canova family Christmas Party. They went for a none traditional party that turned out being a blast! We all went ICE SKATING! We had a nice lunch before hand and all the kids loved watching the hockey team play while we ate. When public skating hours started the kids couldn't wait to go "borrow their ice skaters!" I sent Trevin and Gage thinking that Cheyenne wouldn't be interested at all. I was wrong. As soon as Trevin and Dad had their ice skates, Cheyenne sat down next to them and took off her shoes. She needed some ice skaters too! I was so impressed at how quickly these two figured out how to walk in their ice skates. They both took a couple of wobbly steps then... piece of cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-skbE1nwHNZo/Ttzs-QooCvI/AAAAAAAACZs/I5AI7vXYGRg/s1600/ice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-skbE1nwHNZo/Ttzs-QooCvI/AAAAAAAACZs/I5AI7vXYGRg/s320/ice.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With all of the adult cousins around we had plenty of help on the ice. Trevin and Chey loved it!! A couple of my cousins played hockey in High School and trevin thought it was fun to go with them cause they just picked him up and went "really fast!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yOGFWv7If9k/Ttzs_4pY5GI/AAAAAAAACZ8/RxLpVr4f1I0/s1600/ice+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yOGFWv7If9k/Ttzs_4pY5GI/AAAAAAAACZ8/RxLpVr4f1I0/s320/ice+4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was a work out to skate bent over holding up a little kid.. So we had the kids come sit on the bench outside the ice rink to take a rest... even though I think the adults benefited from the "rest" the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0X-xRv3zo0/Ttzs_PqzNOI/AAAAAAAACZ0/KOnRmsbxpwQ/s1600/ice+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0X-xRv3zo0/Ttzs_PqzNOI/AAAAAAAACZ0/KOnRmsbxpwQ/s320/ice+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Every time Cheyenne had to come sit on the bench she said the same thing. "I meed ice skating more." Dad came and sat by her fro a little while to keep her company. Aren't they cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVpRQ-dweZY/TtztAWnIlyI/AAAAAAAACaE/xAcV3TWCGaI/s1600/ice5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVpRQ-dweZY/TtztAWnIlyI/AAAAAAAACaE/xAcV3TWCGaI/s320/ice5.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My little crew. We had such a fun time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xYFumQL3DIw/Ttzs9hxDPLI/AAAAAAAACZk/YLiTbeQw_W8/s1600/ice1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xYFumQL3DIw/Ttzs9hxDPLI/AAAAAAAACZk/YLiTbeQw_W8/s320/ice1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-7109639119664270774?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7109639119664270774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=7109639119664270774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/7109639119664270774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/7109639119664270774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/12/was-canova-family-christmas-party.html' title='A Canova Christmas Party'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-skbE1nwHNZo/Ttzs-QooCvI/AAAAAAAACZs/I5AI7vXYGRg/s72-c/ice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-3268199122826003240</id><published>2011-11-30T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:34:40.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ZOO</title><content type='html'>I'm a horrible mom and charged my camera just to forget it on the counter! But this is something worth remembering... so sorry no pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Today we woke up and started our normal routine. Santa brought our Christmas present a little early. Better said Santa had the RC Willey delivery guys bring our Christmas present early. They came earlier than expect so we were left with a whole day with nothing planned. Luckily Lindsay called that morning and we found out that her and the girls were all headed to the ZOO!!! &amp;nbsp;The Hogle Zoo is free on the last Wednesday of the month in November, December, and January. So we packed a lunch, gathered our winter coats and hats and headed to the zoo. It was so much fun. Not very crowded and the animals were extremely active. The baby Elephant put on a show playing in the mud. The rhinos ran around their little yard. The gorillas did more than sleep. The tigers were up and moving around. And it was lunch time at the Giraffe house when we got there. We ate lunch under one of the awnings where the kids could watch the monkeys. Then we even let the kids play for a little while on the playground. The tube slide that looked like a snake was a huge hit. The kids loved it and never complained about being cold, even though it did snow a little. I loved it because all the animals looked so healthy with their winter coats on. I think we just might go again in January!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-3268199122826003240?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3268199122826003240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=3268199122826003240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/3268199122826003240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/3268199122826003240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/11/zoo.html' title='THE ZOO'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-8578865323419071180</id><published>2011-11-19T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T15:42:40.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it's the littlest things that make me laugh. I love this quote... because I do this ALL THE TIME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o5I7LRlwsBM/Tsg-uoRT3hI/AAAAAAAACZc/DB6Puy00FiM/s1600/funny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o5I7LRlwsBM/Tsg-uoRT3hI/AAAAAAAACZc/DB6Puy00FiM/s320/funny.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-8578865323419071180?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8578865323419071180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=8578865323419071180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8578865323419071180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8578865323419071180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o5I7LRlwsBM/Tsg-uoRT3hI/AAAAAAAACZc/DB6Puy00FiM/s72-c/funny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-6809199324139464121</id><published>2011-11-10T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T09:33:21.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011's First SNOW DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We love snow days! Especially when they land on a Saturday! The kids were so excited to look out into the back yard and see snow when they woke up. It wasn't long before they were bundled up and playing in it. The best part about this year. They both wanted to stay outside for longer the 5 minutes. In fact the problem was convincing them after a couple of hours that they needed to come in and eat lunch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iETPgIqgYv0/Ttz-4K6C2HI/AAAAAAAACbM/NRcfD01aZQo/s1600/DSC02371a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iETPgIqgYv0/Ttz-4K6C2HI/AAAAAAAACbM/NRcfD01aZQo/s320/DSC02371a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After having fun at home all morning, keeping themselves entertained while mom and dad did chores. We decided to break out the sled at a local park. What a great idea. The hill was small enough for both of them to walk up by themselves and big enough that they had fun sledding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zmOZebPVEsU/Ttz98Cyf-SI/AAAAAAAACas/mktJ2KArRCQ/s1600/sled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zmOZebPVEsU/Ttz98Cyf-SI/AAAAAAAACas/mktJ2KArRCQ/s320/sled.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Trevin liked the small disc sled. Hmm, I wonder if it that had anything to do with the color? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-_axeS3TSo/Ttz98YXNIsI/AAAAAAAACa0/lKu8ML_W5Ys/s1600/sled2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-_axeS3TSo/Ttz98YXNIsI/AAAAAAAACa0/lKu8ML_W5Ys/s320/sled2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cheyenne loved the tube!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HVbRGRSVFrE/Ttz985nLqdI/AAAAAAAACa8/ovrLFlJ3vgw/s1600/sled3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HVbRGRSVFrE/Ttz985nLqdI/AAAAAAAACa8/ovrLFlJ3vgw/s320/sled3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only down side was having to leave. Although we did give in to the pleadings of "please just one more time" quite a few times!&lt;br /&gt;Happy SNOW DAYS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-6809199324139464121?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6809199324139464121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=6809199324139464121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/6809199324139464121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/6809199324139464121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/11/2011s-first-snow-day.html' title='2011&apos;s First SNOW DAY'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iETPgIqgYv0/Ttz-4K6C2HI/AAAAAAAACbM/NRcfD01aZQo/s72-c/DSC02371a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-6358410766985546328</id><published>2011-11-05T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T09:04:32.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A preschool field trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;During "F" week ate preschool we went on a field trip to the Fire station. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q81sryZZZTk/Ttz2A4V_eVI/AAAAAAAACaM/waz5NuuGL4E/s1600/fire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q81sryZZZTk/Ttz2A4V_eVI/AAAAAAAACaM/waz5NuuGL4E/s320/fire.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When we got there the firemen had just been called out. But they were back pretty quick and the kids thought it was fun to watch them park the fire engine. The firemen were so great with the kids and made sure that everyone had fun. First we toured the fire truck and even got to play with the hose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fD6NO2B6wtw/Ttz2C8ZerAI/AAAAAAAACak/LNPnEUWGlMs/s1600/fire+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fD6NO2B6wtw/Ttz2C8ZerAI/AAAAAAAACak/LNPnEUWGlMs/s320/fire+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next was the ambulance. The kids thought it was lots of fun to walk through all the vehicles. Next up a tour of the kitchen and bedrooms. WOW. This was probably the favorite part, especially when they saw the 3 refrigerators!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tR8Mac24qxs/Ttz2CN5HViI/AAAAAAAACac/j4KcOvTkZ6E/s1600/fire2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tR8Mac24qxs/Ttz2CN5HViI/AAAAAAAACac/j4KcOvTkZ6E/s320/fire2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last but not least, one of the fire men dressed up for the kids. They wanted to show them that even though they sound funny through their mask and look scary with all&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;big clothes on they are nice guys. So the kids wouldn't be scared of them. It worked. The kids all gave him a hug or high fives. Then they taught the kids how to stop drop and roll. and gave them all helmets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7WVh8Hd7rto/Ttz2BnbXdtI/AAAAAAAACaU/7GGhuUVxcxk/s1600/fire1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7WVh8Hd7rto/Ttz2BnbXdtI/AAAAAAAACaU/7GGhuUVxcxk/s320/fire1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you haven't toured the fire station with your kids, you should!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-6358410766985546328?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6358410766985546328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=6358410766985546328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/6358410766985546328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/6358410766985546328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/11/preschool-field-trip.html' title='A preschool field trip'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q81sryZZZTk/Ttz2A4V_eVI/AAAAAAAACaM/waz5NuuGL4E/s72-c/fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-1810786498468219817</id><published>2011-11-02T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T10:28:45.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN TRADITIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pumpkin Carving was so much fun at our house this year. Trevin and Cheyenne picked out their own pumpkins and designed their own jack-o-lantern faces. The best part was getting to light the candles and blow them out every night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QZamXK9K1zs/TrFxn0OFq5I/AAAAAAAACX8/VNTEJ7A2pD8/s1600/pumpkins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QZamXK9K1zs/TrFxn0OFq5I/AAAAAAAACX8/VNTEJ7A2pD8/s320/pumpkins.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had lots of chances to wear our costumes this year. We went to a pumpkin walk, had our preschool party, went to visit grandma and then had Halloween. So we were in our costumes 5 different days!! The kids loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m4by7V5i8cc/TrFxuePg28I/AAAAAAAACYE/z4pXJqOosYE/s1600/DSC02299a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m4by7V5i8cc/TrFxuePg28I/AAAAAAAACYE/z4pXJqOosYE/s320/DSC02299a.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Trevin decided he wanted to be a fighter pilot. So we looked at lots of costumes online before he found teh perfect one. "Green and a hat!" He loved it and was the toughest fighter pilot I've ever seen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZ_ScGdxdZk/TrFxx9GE1zI/AAAAAAAACYk/jBjQlCIFxwM/s1600/october1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZ_ScGdxdZk/TrFxx9GE1zI/AAAAAAAACYk/jBjQlCIFxwM/s320/october1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cheyenne originally wanted to be Little Mermaid. No surprise there. We started looking at costumes on line to get some good ideas (I was planning on making hers). This is where the surprise comes... She saw a &amp;nbsp;picture of&amp;nbsp;Pocahontas&amp;nbsp;and decided that's what she wanted to be instead. I didn't mind. Pocahontas sounded easier to make and Cheyenne was so excited with with finished costume. Isn't she a beautiful Indian Girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ixxKIVfFOt4/TrFxy6ibJgI/AAAAAAAACYs/BOqCmTAAV5Y/s1600/october2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ixxKIVfFOt4/TrFxy6ibJgI/AAAAAAAACYs/BOqCmTAAV5Y/s320/october2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Visiting Grandma Nicholls. Picking up nuts from her yard. One of my kids favorite activities at her house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aD41r3cUFes/TrFxxHrXhmI/AAAAAAAACYc/PK5awQvMjSw/s1600/october.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aD41r3cUFes/TrFxxHrXhmI/AAAAAAAACYc/PK5awQvMjSw/s320/october.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our little preschool had a Halloween party. They all had so much fun. We played pin the nose on the pumkin, pass the ghost, bean bag toss. Then we decorated cupcakes and drank "blood juice." Preschool is always entertaining, but it was especially fun this time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QBadDa7Rh9Y/TrFxzxUDMyI/AAAAAAAACY0/RHjYxf5y4xg/s1600/preschool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QBadDa7Rh9Y/TrFxzxUDMyI/AAAAAAAACY0/RHjYxf5y4xg/s320/preschool.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of our Halloween decorations this year. Trevin saw our neighbor decorating her house at the beginning of October and came inside to tell me "Laura has awesome Halloween decorations. Do we have any?" That's when we decided to break out the Halloween box. We made ghosts out of milk jugs this year that turned out way cute. I forgot to take pictures while they were lit up, but the kids loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-swIMZ-CCl5U/TrFxvU-GLEI/AAAAAAAACYM/TCyox0_u7AE/s1600/DSC02306a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-swIMZ-CCl5U/TrFxvU-GLEI/AAAAAAAACYM/TCyox0_u7AE/s320/DSC02306a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami and her family were here for Gerin's mission farewell. Which means they got to be here for Halloween. It was so much fun to go trick-or-treating with them. Here is our little crew before we headed out. we lasted about and hour and a half. Then the kids decided they were tired and that their buckets were HEAVY! So we headed home and passed out candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B3_37ZAqJuQ/TrFxwF1M9fI/AAAAAAAACYU/xOd9QB2BJGw/s1600/DSC02336a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B3_37ZAqJuQ/TrFxwF1M9fI/AAAAAAAACYU/xOd9QB2BJGw/s320/DSC02336a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY, REALLY HOPE THIS ONE DOESN'T TURN OUT TO BE A TRADITION!!! Two years ago (almost to the day) Trevin fell off the stool while he was brushing his teeth and cracked his tooth... We ended up at the Dentist, then sedated to have it pulled. Well this time was a little different. Trevin and Cheyenne hit heads. I didn't see it, but this is what they told me. I rubbed Chey's head better and then rubbed Trevin's. That when he told me that his teeth hurt too! A quick look revealed that he had cracked the front half of his tooth off. Janae stopped by to look at it that night and we were at the dentist office early Friday morning. Xrays and a quick exam showed that he had cracked it down to the root. (The dentist was surprised that I hadn't had to pull the front piece off.) This time they were able to pull it out right away. It was nice that Trevin was old enough to not get fully sedated, just some laughing gas. What a champ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A6ptuah_yjY/TrFx00bz5lI/AAAAAAAACY8/NZoGKWVJk3k/s1600/tooth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A6ptuah_yjY/TrFx00bz5lI/AAAAAAAACY8/NZoGKWVJk3k/s320/tooth.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cheyenne was very good at the dentist too. The thought it was fun to wear their costumes (The whole dentists office dresses up for the week before Halloween).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just glad it was on the bottom again!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNX-KeG0gu4/TrF5KuLMoFI/AAAAAAAACZU/7Kw4tkEjBKU/s1600/DSC02342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNX-KeG0gu4/TrF5KuLMoFI/AAAAAAAACZU/7Kw4tkEjBKU/s320/DSC02342.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I told Trevin all about the tooth fairy on the way home from the dentist. He was pretty excited about the whole thing. We took his tooth with us everywhere on Friday and he told everyone that the toot fairy. He ended up falling asleep early on Friday night and woke up Saturday morning and said "Oh man, the tooth fairy didn't come! I forgot to put my tooth under my pillow!" We reassured him that if he did it&amp;nbsp;tonight&amp;nbsp;the tooth fairy would still come. He got his tooth out right then and put it on his bed so he wouldn't forget again.&lt;br /&gt;That night he put his tooth under his pillow and fell right asleep. Then at&amp;nbsp;about&amp;nbsp;4:30 in the&amp;nbsp;morning&amp;nbsp;woke up throwing up. We were sitting in the middle of a mess on his bed. &amp;nbsp;I was&amp;nbsp;telling&amp;nbsp;him not to worry that I would clean up his bed, when he asked, "But Mom, did the tooth fairy come?" Let's just say he was very excited to check under his pillow and find out that YES the tooth fairy did come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that definitely seems like that's all that could have happened this weekend but there is one more thing I have to add. We got in a car accident. We were stopped at a signal and got rear ended. Trevin was holding my phone at the time and it flew out of his hand. When it happened I told the kids, just a minute, someone ran into our truck with their car, I'll be&amp;nbsp;right&amp;nbsp;back. Trevin quickly responded with "Yeah, that car almost broke my hand right off!" It wasn't very bad. The lady that hit us had only had her car for 8 days, and wouldn't be driving it home. Our truck didn't show any signs of getting hit. The officer that came to the accident asked if she could talk to my kids and get their information. I helped them answer her questions. Gage showed up just then. So I talked to him for a minute then I heard Trevin ask, "Do you have a gun?" I turned around to see the officer showing Trevin that yes she had a gun. Then he started pointing to the other things on her belt and she was very patient and told him this is my tazor and my radio, etc. I think this was the highlight of his day, even more than getting his tooth pulled. Cheyenne was so excited to tell everyone she saw that day "A car crashed rigth into us, like BAM!" All in all it was a very eventful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-1810786498468219817?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1810786498468219817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=1810786498468219817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/1810786498468219817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/1810786498468219817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-traditions.html' title='HALLOWEEN TRADITIONS'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QZamXK9K1zs/TrFxn0OFq5I/AAAAAAAACX8/VNTEJ7A2pD8/s72-c/pumpkins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-4209245626242097487</id><published>2011-10-30T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T09:35:43.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's&amp;nbsp;official&amp;nbsp;we have been hit with our first winter sick days. Chey got a cough on Saturday, which meant no sleep at our house. Even pulling out her humidifier didn't seem to make breathing any easier for her. She threw up a couple of times because of how hard she was coughing. Which meant lots of laundry for mom, since it always happens in the middle of the night. Sunday Trevin really wanted to go to primary. This is the first time I've had a sick child since Gage was put in the high council. So we all got ready, I took Trevin to church and Cheyenne and I sat outside in the grass while he enjoyed primary. I'm not sure that arrangement will work out when the weather gets cold.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I caught Cheyenne's cough/cold/body aches on Monday. Tuesday I declared a "SICK DAY." Trevin asked me "What's a sick day?" I told him it was when we stay in our pajamas and watch movies on mom's bed all day long. The kids thought it was pretty cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-af52OJzj1QA/TrFvDjRuSJI/AAAAAAAACX0/MhWRerHVCJI/s1600/DSC02277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-af52OJzj1QA/TrFvDjRuSJI/AAAAAAAACX0/MhWRerHVCJI/s320/DSC02277.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been two weeks since Chey got sick and we all still have coughs. Hopefully they don't last all winter, we are just happy to all be feeling good enough to go trick or treating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-4209245626242097487?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4209245626242097487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=4209245626242097487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/4209245626242097487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/4209245626242097487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/10/sick-days.html' title='SICK DAYS'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-af52OJzj1QA/TrFvDjRuSJI/AAAAAAAACX0/MhWRerHVCJI/s72-c/DSC02277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-8338330982584758752</id><published>2011-10-20T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T11:00:56.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FISHING...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This year for Labor Day I had to work which meant our regular Bear lake trip wasn't going to happen. So we decided to take the kids fishing... at the fish farm and then they could help dad eat whatever they caught.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Se7Wj4yzNa0/TqBe4QGir5I/AAAAAAAACVM/BQwfx4_KYtU/s1600/DSC02168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Se7Wj4yzNa0/TqBe4QGir5I/AAAAAAAACVM/BQwfx4_KYtU/s320/DSC02168.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We helped them pick out some fishing poles and dad&amp;nbsp;taught&amp;nbsp;them how to carry them so they didn't hook anybody. Trevin and Gage picked out a good fishing spot and we got to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gLBXPzzBYK8/TqBe795RtAI/AAAAAAAACVU/kwu223jcF64/s1600/DSC02169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gLBXPzzBYK8/TqBe795RtAI/AAAAAAAACVU/kwu223jcF64/s320/DSC02169.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;They kids waited patiently with their lines in the water for a few minutes, then we took the cheater method and threw in some food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ldJ7JxOqUuE/TqBe-4QhyvI/AAAAAAAACVc/v802Cypzf6E/s1600/DSC02170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ldJ7JxOqUuE/TqBe-4QhyvI/AAAAAAAACVc/v802Cypzf6E/s320/DSC02170.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Trevin fished while Chey threw in food. Trevin was so excited when the fish bit and he pulled up his pole and there was actually a fish on it! You can see it in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J0rMZBr5kvY/TqBfCbZjBlI/AAAAAAAACVk/5TJEloZMUwY/s1600/DSC02171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J0rMZBr5kvY/TqBfCbZjBlI/AAAAAAAACVk/5TJEloZMUwY/s320/DSC02171.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He caugth a nice rainbow trout and was very interested in how dad took out the hook and then smacked this fish's head on a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjueQPWRVRE/TqBfFpYzSSI/AAAAAAAACVs/CSbyPc33jGQ/s1600/DSC02172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjueQPWRVRE/TqBfFpYzSSI/AAAAAAAACVs/CSbyPc33jGQ/s320/DSC02172.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Showing off his catch! I can't wait to send these two out fishing for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kRH0qjDQe9E/TqBfIyY5oWI/AAAAAAAACV0/mc4iBwHUlgU/s1600/DSC02173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kRH0qjDQe9E/TqBfIyY5oWI/AAAAAAAACV0/mc4iBwHUlgU/s320/DSC02173.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;By this time Cheyenne knew how this worked and told Trevin to throw food so she could catch a fish too. She was just as excited when she pulled her fish out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EphFFcdiipQ/TqBfPaJaKWI/AAAAAAAACWE/TU21EQfazXI/s1600/DSC02175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EphFFcdiipQ/TqBfPaJaKWI/AAAAAAAACWE/TU21EQfazXI/s320/DSC02175.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The difference... she kept her distance while dad unhooked the fish &amp;nbsp;(she let Trevin help).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsJIKwjhhiI/TqBfTKBwiII/AAAAAAAACWM/GqS34_FUqyQ/s1600/DSC02176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsJIKwjhhiI/TqBfTKBwiII/AAAAAAAACWM/GqS34_FUqyQ/s320/DSC02176.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then it was time to take a picture with her tiger trout. I told her to help dad hold it and she immediately said no. Then she came up with a great alternative. I had said to help dad... which in her mind didn't have to include touching the fish. Why is Gage smiling so big??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Muj0kvYQLtc/TqBfXeo-3kI/AAAAAAAACWU/ukSIsev5Gpw/s1600/DSC02178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Muj0kvYQLtc/TqBfXeo-3kI/AAAAAAAACWU/ukSIsev5Gpw/s320/DSC02178.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is how Chey helped dad hold the fish. She is just like her mom... so she can stay home with me when the boys go out fishing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uh9mClaXgsw/TqBfbZBxzBI/AAAAAAAACWc/EY72FHt_ArI/s1600/DSC02179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uh9mClaXgsw/TqBfbZBxzBI/AAAAAAAACWc/EY72FHt_ArI/s320/DSC02179.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-8338330982584758752?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8338330982584758752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=8338330982584758752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8338330982584758752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8338330982584758752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/10/fishing.html' title='FISHING...'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Se7Wj4yzNa0/TqBe4QGir5I/AAAAAAAACVM/BQwfx4_KYtU/s72-c/DSC02168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-3988941277276932223</id><published>2011-10-10T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:37:56.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OAKLEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes another beautiful niece arrived in September. The boys in our family really are quite out&amp;nbsp;numbered. &amp;nbsp;My parents have 2 grandsons and 8 granddaughters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RcWbrEQzG2A/TmEVlAJIKyI/AAAAAAAABII/6oC2XlV42mo/s1600/074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RcWbrEQzG2A/TmEVlAJIKyI/AAAAAAAABII/6oC2XlV42mo/s320/074.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lindsays whole crew... Thats' right they have FIVE girls!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P0XABrU51-c/TmFgCjL6gRI/AAAAAAAABIg/iIZDutpbNxs/s1600/131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P0XABrU51-c/TmFgCjL6gRI/AAAAAAAABIg/iIZDutpbNxs/s320/131.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love baby Oaklee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-3988941277276932223?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3988941277276932223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=3988941277276932223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/3988941277276932223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/3988941277276932223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/10/oaklee.html' title='OAKLEE'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RcWbrEQzG2A/TmEVlAJIKyI/AAAAAAAABII/6oC2XlV42mo/s72-c/074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-920723894411122323</id><published>2011-10-01T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T10:37:05.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JENTRY MCCALL</title><content type='html'>My beautiful kind of new niece.....Jentry made her entrance into the world on JUNE 21st and is a doll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LbqL6HLnOZs/Tmo7EkzXoxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XbQWcEErg_A/s220/_MG_4479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LbqL6HLnOZs/Tmo7EkzXoxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XbQWcEErg_A/s220/_MG_4479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We don't get to see her very much... Her dad took her with him to MED school, don't worry he took her mom too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saying farewell to our Arizona bound family!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jNZxDS7eJno/TkHvpyvkf9I/AAAAAAAAA3I/Wer_xh-lvik/s1600/677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jNZxDS7eJno/TkHvpyvkf9I/AAAAAAAAA3I/Wer_xh-lvik/s320/677.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A couple of fun updated pictures from Sierra's blog, that she is way better at keeping updated than I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A picture in front of their tree at their new house. Can't wait to go and visit!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x00NrPWdwl0/Tn-2050DC7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/jT_UKL-Qyx8/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x00NrPWdwl0/Tn-2050DC7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/jT_UKL-Qyx8/s320/022.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just cause I really love this one of Jentry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NxMM10e91HU/TmBkfNIGejI/AAAAAAAAA4E/e328x42bk1Q/s320/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NxMM10e91HU/TmBkfNIGejI/AAAAAAAAA4E/e328x42bk1Q/s320/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-920723894411122323?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/920723894411122323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=920723894411122323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/920723894411122323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/920723894411122323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/10/jentry-mccall.html' title='JENTRY MCCALL'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LbqL6HLnOZs/Tmo7EkzXoxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XbQWcEErg_A/s72-c/_MG_4479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-6351338284642275580</id><published>2011-09-20T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T10:18:44.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR SUMMER</title><content type='html'>I wish I had been better about blogging all summer. It just isn't the same when I put together a massive caught up post, but here it is any way... OUR SUMMER ADVENTURES. ( to be honest we had a very laid back summer. Nothing too adventurous and I didn't have my camera the majority of the time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up... GIRLS NIGHT OUT/IN. This year we decided to make 72 hr kits. None of us really had one and with Sierra moving out of state (and adding a little girl to her family), plus Lindsay might be moving too, we decided to get prepared together. We did the traditional Homemade mac and cheese for dinner. Then put our kits together and did some toe and fingernail painting for all the little girls. The best part... "Hot Wheaties" for breakfast. A Canova family odd food that I think needs to be a tradition at Girl's night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJQ11G4iVvQ/TqBJK-szkjI/AAAAAAAACUE/0iAfDZDOSUY/s1600/girls+night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJQ11G4iVvQ/TqBJK-szkjI/AAAAAAAACUE/0iAfDZDOSUY/s320/girls+night.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A couple of this summers birthday cakes. Cassidy made Taylor a caterpillar cake, while I made Cassidy a Zebra cake. We love birthday's at our house and don't get very many&amp;nbsp;during&amp;nbsp;the summer months.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g33BpP4PBI4/TqBLE4Q0i2I/AAAAAAAACUM/JQPlz9T3f3U/s1600/cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g33BpP4PBI4/TqBLE4Q0i2I/AAAAAAAACUM/JQPlz9T3f3U/s320/cake.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year we signed up for the kids bowl free program. I was a little worried that T and Chey would be too small, but I figured if we don't use it then we really aren't out anything. They did love it and we have a blast!!! We started out using the ramp, but it didn't take Trevin very long to look around and see that most people just threw the ball, so we advanced our skills to bowling like the adults. This did result in the ball stopping before it reached the pins a couple of times, but it was a lot of fun to watch! Trevin got a special pass for his bowling shoes and loved them. Plus it worked out great that the child's size ball was green (T's favorite color). Going to the bowling ally was a favorite activity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V9crW5lo43c/TqBN-Vmg_cI/AAAAAAAACUc/YTB_pws22sE/s1600/bowling2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V9crW5lo43c/TqBN-Vmg_cI/AAAAAAAACUc/YTB_pws22sE/s320/bowling2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;By the end of the summer never even had to get up, because Trevin wanted to be the one to help Cheyenne. Chey would line up the ramp (she didn't mind the extra help&amp;nbsp;getting&amp;nbsp;the ball to the pins) then Trevin would bring her the ball and help her push it down the ramp. Chey was always excited to watch and then she would jump up and down when it hit the pins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-84mUgixp6Pg/TqBN9pt0hFI/AAAAAAAACUU/6vo8jolayYY/s1600/bowling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-84mUgixp6Pg/TqBN9pt0hFI/AAAAAAAACUU/6vo8jolayYY/s320/bowling.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My little bowler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wJjosrQAAi4/TqBN-86XPlI/AAAAAAAACUk/RvY5h756LVg/s1600/bowling3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wJjosrQAAi4/TqBN-86XPlI/AAAAAAAACUk/RvY5h756LVg/s320/bowling3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BEAR LAKE... Always a highlight of the summer, unfortunately with all of the new high tech cameras in the family I didn't pull my camera out very often. Our day on the boat was very memorable though. T and C both got new goggles and loved them. Trevin wouldn't go out on the tube until Chey proved to him that it was fun first. Then, after they both had a ride, they did what the usually do on the boat. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SzefAoGmKYs/TqBRFXIDRmI/AAAAAAAACUs/oksSgPUxoO0/s1600/bear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SzefAoGmKYs/TqBRFXIDRmI/AAAAAAAACUs/oksSgPUxoO0/s320/bear.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Took a NAP! Trevin was out first and Chey decided to join him, but first she found the only shade available... right under our chairs. There are some great pictures that I will eventually make a whole post out of, but until then. This is it. We went and LOVED IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My aunt and uncle and kids came to UTAH!!! They live in Arkansas and we don't get to see them very often. We had lots of fun hanging out in SLC with them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfnKt62ANvA/TqBSUJH02aI/AAAAAAAACU0/FTyCYS8jE9k/s1600/DSC02155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfnKt62ANvA/TqBSUJH02aI/AAAAAAAACU0/FTyCYS8jE9k/s320/DSC02155.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;THE TREK. Gage was recently called to serve as the 2nd counselor in the stake young men's&amp;nbsp;presidency. I was excited for him because he loves working with the youth and a little jealous because it meant that he would be going on fun outings all summer! After lots of asking (and luckily the medical team ended up short handed) I got to go on the trek with him. Yay! He was a company captain and I worked with the Medical team. We weren't together all the time, but I did get to see him more than I expected since I was assigned to his company. We had a great time and yes our feet survived the 33 miles of walking in 3 days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GRnvUxG0Xd4/TqBUINRgObI/AAAAAAAACU8/HV8A57jaWu0/s1600/trek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GRnvUxG0Xd4/TqBUINRgObI/AAAAAAAACU8/HV8A57jaWu0/s320/trek.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The school year started... Trevin has been so excited about school. I think it was because his older cousins were talking about school starting. So he started asking and I decided that we would have our own preschool at home. We invited his cousin and one of the girls from our neighborhood. We have a blast twice a week&amp;nbsp;playing&amp;nbsp;preschool and even if they don't learn a lot they are learning social skills and having fun. I'll add a new picture and do a whole post on this one because, another cousin joined in the fun bringing our number of participants to 5!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T2KCoBNrWuM/TqBVnlAHyOI/AAAAAAAACVE/iDNbBHLkr6M/s1600/DSC02166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T2KCoBNrWuM/TqBVnlAHyOI/AAAAAAAACVE/iDNbBHLkr6M/s320/DSC02166.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THAT'S OUR SUMMER IN A NUTSHELL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-6351338284642275580?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6351338284642275580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=6351338284642275580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/6351338284642275580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/6351338284642275580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-summer.html' title='OUR SUMMER'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJQ11G4iVvQ/TqBJK-szkjI/AAAAAAAACUE/0iAfDZDOSUY/s72-c/girls+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-5160071345825460643</id><published>2011-08-01T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T08:31:46.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of funny things...</title><content type='html'>I am so awful about writing down the funny things that come out of Trevin and Chey's mouths. Here are a couple of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One night for family night we decided to talk about bearing your testimony. Trevin had noticed in church that different people got to go up to the mic and talk and he wanted to as well. So the next night we talked about Abinadi sharing his testimony, and being brave, etc. Then we each took turns bearing our testimony to each other. Trevin did great and so did Cheyenne. At the end we reviewed the Abinadi picture and let the kids tell us the story. Cheyenne pointed to King Noah and said "That's a bad guy." Then she pointed to Abinadi and said "That's Abina guy!" Close enough right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneil.com.au/lds/pictures/abinadi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.oneil.com.au/lds/pictures/abinadi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Trevin loves to be on the boat and pays close attention to all of the rules. The kid remembers everything. A couple of weekends ago we were up at the lake for "family camp" (I'll make a&amp;nbsp;separate&amp;nbsp;post about that). We were enjoying breakfast and watching the boats dock at the marina and head out on to the lake. Trevin turns to Gage and said "Look Dad all those boats are going slow past the boobies." We all jerked our heads around and were a little surprised. Gage was the one to ask Trevin what he said. Trevin looked a little timid and said "They go slow by the boobies." We all wondered what Trevin could see that we were missing down at the marina. But after a minute Trevin said "They have to go slow past them, then they can go super fast!" That's when we realized that Trevin meant BUOYS. We have gone to the lake a couple of times this summer, enough that Trevin recognizes the&amp;nbsp;buoys&amp;nbsp;and &amp;nbsp;knows that when you are inside the buoys you have to go slow then when you pass them you can go fast. We went boating with a friend last week and Trevin told the husband, "You see those boobies, when we pass them we can go fast!" He looked really confused and so I told him he meant buoys and everyone had a good laugh. It makes for an awkward situation, hopefully with a little more practice Trevin will be able to say "bouys" until then, we'll enjoy the laughs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3110/3176098475_4a0ee6be80.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3110/3176098475_4a0ee6be80.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-5160071345825460643?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5160071345825460643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=5160071345825460643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/5160071345825460643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/5160071345825460643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/08/couple-of-funny-things.html' title='A couple of funny things...'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3110/3176098475_4a0ee6be80_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-6730752087258652980</id><published>2011-07-14T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T15:46:01.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All in a matter of ten minutes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So for the time being I can't find my camera. It went with us to Bear Lake and I know it made it home. I just can't seem to remember where I put it. But what I walked into today was definitely picture worthy and so I did what I could, sorry the pictures are blurry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Can you guess who these feet belong to???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YsG6SJF_jHw/Th9rRALYHPI/AAAAAAAACT4/vTOLTDX4afc/s1600/Picture+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YsG6SJF_jHw/Th9rRALYHPI/AAAAAAAACT4/vTOLTDX4afc/s320/Picture+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TREVIN! Can you guess who did this for him???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XGIx15pYO-k/Th9rV3I_A5I/AAAAAAAACUA/DD2PD3FljzU/s1600/Picture+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XGIx15pYO-k/Th9rV3I_A5I/AAAAAAAACUA/DD2PD3FljzU/s320/Picture+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cheyenne! I must admit that I was relieved to find out that they did this with marker and not nail polish. Cheyenne had done her own and then offered to do Trevin's. Which he willingly agreed to. She even did his finger nails yellow. They were so excited to show me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8S4V9F39RNI/Th9rTVXp2sI/AAAAAAAACT8/HdE5RkGExAg/s1600/Picture+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8S4V9F39RNI/Th9rTVXp2sI/AAAAAAAACT8/HdE5RkGExAg/s320/Picture+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know that some of you family members are thinking, &lt;i&gt;Oh no! What happened when Gage found out?&lt;/i&gt; The answer... He hasn't! He is out with the young men camping. We'll see if I can get it off before he comes home. But I'm happy to report Trevin quickly reminded me shortly after that he was still ALL boy. I was cleaning up the markers and from downstairs I hear&amp;nbsp;"That was so awesome!" and Trevin came upstairs to find me. He said "Mom, that was so awesome. I went potty NOT in the toilet" (he is zipping up his pants). I think he saw the shock on my face cause it took me a minute to get him to tell me where. He said "outside." Next I asked "How did you get outside?" He said "NO, I was inside only my potty went outside." Sure enough he showed me, he had stood at the back door and peed onto the stairs. &amp;nbsp;And he was so proud!!! &amp;nbsp;Gage is never gunna leave me alone with the two again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-6730752087258652980?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6730752087258652980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=6730752087258652980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/6730752087258652980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/6730752087258652980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/all-in-matter-of-ten-minutes.html' title='All in a matter of ten minutes.'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YsG6SJF_jHw/Th9rRALYHPI/AAAAAAAACT4/vTOLTDX4afc/s72-c/Picture+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-8832478657046282326</id><published>2011-06-02T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T19:11:57.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STUBBORN!</title><content type='html'>I officially have the most stubborn daughter. She has always had a mind of her own, but now I know that she will never be forced into anything! Just before she turned two she wanted to use the big potty. I was so excited. We got big girl undies and went to work potty training. She picked it up so fast, by day 3 she even took herself to the bathroom and was dry overnight! We were so excited until 3 weeks later when she decided it was all a&amp;nbsp;hassle. She would hold in all the potty while we sat on the toilet and say she couldn't go. Then right when she got off she would potty in her pants. So it was back to diapers.&lt;br /&gt;So 4 months later we decide to try again. and can you imagine what happened? A repeat of round one. But this time I didn't give in. I figured that if I toughed it out she would realize it was my way or the highway. I have washed countless numbers of underwear and skirts and&amp;nbsp;leggings&amp;nbsp;(lots of layers to avoid&amp;nbsp;scrubbing&amp;nbsp;the carpet). My worst nightmare came true last week. We were all going visiting teaching, we all went potty before we left... We got to the first house (our first time there) and Cheyenne decided that she was going to potty on the couch! I was mortified. I could apologize enough. You think that alone would be enough to break me, but I'm tough. Today was the kicker. We went to the store to buy more pull-ups (bedtime underwear). We got out to the car and I knew that we were&amp;nbsp;going&amp;nbsp;to be running lots of errands so I&amp;nbsp;offered&amp;nbsp;to let Chey wear a pair. She was so excited. I put Trevin in the car and turned around to get Chey and she said&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"I pottied in my pants, now I gunna wear a diaper!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sure&amp;nbsp;enough&amp;nbsp;she was freshly wet and so proud of what she had done. I was done! She wins and is back in diapers. ERG! I think I let that girl potty train herself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-8832478657046282326?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8832478657046282326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=8832478657046282326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8832478657046282326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8832478657046282326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/06/stubborn.html' title='STUBBORN!'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-697191521446567107</id><published>2011-05-24T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T07:32:34.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Butterfly Circus"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was introduced to this short film on Sunday. I love it. It is 20 minutes long and worth every minute that you spend in front of your computer to watch it. You will be inspired and uplifted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QSwGm9s_BJA/TdvAgIycgrI/AAAAAAAACTY/iZQ7afz4YwY/s1600/butterfly%2Bcircus.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QSwGm9s_BJA/TdvAgIycgrI/AAAAAAAACTY/iZQ7afz4YwY/s400/butterfly%2Bcircus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610289419167498930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebutterflycircus.com/short-film/"&gt;THE BUTTERFLY CIRCUS&lt;/a&gt; click to go to the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you all have a great day and learn to look for the positives in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The greater the struggle, the more glorious the triumph!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-697191521446567107?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/697191521446567107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=697191521446567107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/697191521446567107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/697191521446567107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/butterfly-circus.html' title='&quot;The Butterfly Circus&quot;'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QSwGm9s_BJA/TdvAgIycgrI/AAAAAAAACTY/iZQ7afz4YwY/s72-c/butterfly%2Bcircus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-7967901207566573150</id><published>2011-05-13T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:44:08.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HORSE VAULTING</title><content type='html'>This is my cousin. Her dad put her in this class when she was in 1st grade (she is now in 5th grade) to help her improve her balance on a horse. Well I think she's gotten pretty good at it. She now performs with her horse vaulting team.  Check out this pose. I had her do it while the horse wasn't moving so I could get a good picture, but she did this while the horse was trotting/cantering.  She was even at the top of a 3 person tower at one point. Pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ADCBSmxDePA/Tc2WDKnTFwI/AAAAAAAACTQ/Fg1xfIQHayM/s1600/IMAG0006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ADCBSmxDePA/Tc2WDKnTFwI/AAAAAAAACTQ/Fg1xfIQHayM/s400/IMAG0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606302092279092994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the show was over she let my kids come and sit on the horse. Trevin was first... he cried and wanted down immediately. Cheyenne was next and despite seeing Trevin's reaction she was more than thrilled. She sat for a while the and smiled for the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gVjhbGMPjqM/Tc2WCxhNvZI/AAAAAAAACTI/35w6uKK8CzU/s1600/IMAG0007.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gVjhbGMPjqM/Tc2WCxhNvZI/AAAAAAAACTI/35w6uKK8CzU/s400/IMAG0007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606302085542690194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then my cousin helped her do some tricks, mostly just standing. Chey thought it was awesome and was more than willing to do some posing for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q8DePXMIO_U/Tc2WCjN_pbI/AAAAAAAACTA/DWMgP_pzXHw/s1600/IMAG0008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q8DePXMIO_U/Tc2WCjN_pbI/AAAAAAAACTA/DWMgP_pzXHw/s400/IMAG0008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606302081703978418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-7967901207566573150?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7967901207566573150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=7967901207566573150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/7967901207566573150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/7967901207566573150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/horse-vaulting.html' title='HORSE VAULTING'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ADCBSmxDePA/Tc2WDKnTFwI/AAAAAAAACTQ/Fg1xfIQHayM/s72-c/IMAG0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-537945828502586247</id><published>2011-05-11T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:29:12.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the simple things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oh5YbbEfsEg/TcsOvwTeiuI/AAAAAAAACS4/ggHemwTPxcQ/s1600/DSC02076-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oh5YbbEfsEg/TcsOvwTeiuI/AAAAAAAACS4/ggHemwTPxcQ/s400/DSC02076-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605590374775950050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-537945828502586247?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/537945828502586247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=537945828502586247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/537945828502586247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/537945828502586247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='It&apos;s the simple things...'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oh5YbbEfsEg/TcsOvwTeiuI/AAAAAAAACS4/ggHemwTPxcQ/s72-c/DSC02076-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-4654466808454081436</id><published>2011-05-09T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T16:01:58.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RACE FOR THE CURE 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday we participated in the SLC Race for the Cure. It was such a wonderful experience. One of my Mom's Best friends was diagnosed with breast cancer in the last year and we all went to support her and the thousands of others that are currently in the fight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday night Lindsay and I made matching shirts for all the kids. Which had our team name on the back "Kristine's Crusaders". All the little girls hair was crimped and Trevin got to show off his mohawk and bright pink bandana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HapvRb2jLw8/TchqvikaPmI/AAAAAAAACSo/_vl9zNqrfIQ/s1600/DSC01981.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HapvRb2jLw8/TchqvikaPmI/AAAAAAAACSo/_vl9zNqrfIQ/s400/DSC01981.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604847101228498530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sierra and Mike joined up with us at the starting line. Mike sister Katie is also a breast cancer survivor. They wore their "Hats off to Katie" hats to show their support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f2zP1ZzWA60/TchqRjoPbzI/AAAAAAAACSg/FmzwXyCBgAU/s1600/Race%2Bfor%2Bthe%2Bcure4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f2zP1ZzWA60/TchqRjoPbzI/AAAAAAAACSg/FmzwXyCBgAU/s400/Race%2Bfor%2Bthe%2Bcure4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604846586116927282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't believe how many people were there and the pictures don't do it justice. When Sierra and Mike came to join us, we had to put Trevin up on our shoulders so they so they could pick us out of the sea of white and pink. It was really neat to see all of the SURVIVORS in their bright pink shirts. I also loved reading the signs on everyone's backs that showed who they were their to support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1QK0lztbboM/TchqRE9__vI/AAAAAAAACSY/yWMnOMrTlCc/s1600/Race%2Bfor%2Bthe%2Bcure5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1QK0lztbboM/TchqRE9__vI/AAAAAAAACSY/yWMnOMrTlCc/s400/Race%2Bfor%2Bthe%2Bcure5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604846577886691058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TdYq3TeoEU/TchqRHNLrLI/AAAAAAAACSQ/_jKpAgMQsZ8/s1600/Race%2Bfor%2Bthe%2Bcure3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TdYq3TeoEU/TchqRHNLrLI/AAAAAAAACSQ/_jKpAgMQsZ8/s400/Race%2Bfor%2Bthe%2Bcure3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604846578487241906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did the 5K. Trevin probably walked/ran about a mile of it. He ran and kept saying "I'm gunna be the winner!" He was actually hard to keep up with since he could sneak between people and I had to run around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-saTsbOURTvg/TchqQ0fbCBI/AAAAAAAACSI/6vef6Lfhsv4/s1600/Race%2Bfor%2Bthe%2BCure.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-saTsbOURTvg/TchqQ0fbCBI/AAAAAAAACSI/6vef6Lfhsv4/s400/Race%2Bfor%2Bthe%2BCure.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604846573463472146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;We had such a great time. It is something that everyone should do at least once in their life. It was amazing to see all the love and support for the survivors. And those who were there to remember and celebrate the lives of those that lost the battle. We will make this a yearly tradition and hope to see the sea of pink survivors GROW every year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QKcgC5YRxg/Tchqv3EaepI/AAAAAAAACSw/bsgWmACENDo/s400/DSC02022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604847106731440786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y1K5lWiNGmY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This song is amazing... here are the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;"I RUN FOR LIFE"  By: Melissa Etheridge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's been years since they told her about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The darkness her body possessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And the scars are still there in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Everyday that she gets herself dressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Though the pain is miles and miles behind her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And the fear is now a docile beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If you ask her why she is still running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;She'll tell you it makes her complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I run for hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I run to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I run for the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;For all that is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I run for your mother your sister your wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I run for you and me my friend  I run for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's a blur since they told me about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How the darkness had taken it's toll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And they cut into my skin and they cut into my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But they will never get a piece of my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And now I'm still learning the lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;To awake when I hear the call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And if you ask me why I am still running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'll tell you I run for us all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someday if they tell you about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If the darkness knocks on your door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Remember her remember me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We will be running as we have before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Running for answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Running for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I run for hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I run to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I run for the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;For all that is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I run for your mother your sister your wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I run for you and me my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I run for hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I run to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I run for the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;For all that is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I run for your mother your sister your wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I run for you and me my friend  I run for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ohohohoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I run for your mother your sister your daughter your wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I run for you and me my friend:| I run for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4452433414527899954-4654466808454081436?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4654466808454081436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=4654466808454081436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/4654466808454081436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/4654466808454081436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/race-for-cure-2011.html' title='RACE FOR THE CURE 2011'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HapvRb2jLw8/TchqvikaPmI/AAAAAAAACSo/_vl9zNqrfIQ/s72-c/DSC01981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-8465563574148685732</id><published>2011-05-06T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T12:00:56.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must be spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TREVIN is sporting a mohawk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iitN3K7_at0/TcQ_P22zc_I/AAAAAAAACRY/xa_RvzLdoMI/s1600/DSC01970-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iitN3K7_at0/TcQ_P22zc_I/AAAAAAAACRY/xa_RvzLdoMI/s400/DSC01970-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603673378011706354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kfxRTIFcu8/TcRCuIQ8VMI/AAAAAAAACRo/EL_g5SyyG7s/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603677196615701698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUzVe4V8ZMU/TcQ8H1DCzHI/AAAAAAAACRA/yhqxifGLm80/s1600/DSC01971-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUzVe4V8ZMU/TcQ8H1DCzHI/AAAAAAAACRA/yhqxifGLm80/s400/DSC01971-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603669941552335986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; CHEYENNE is finding "Hokey Pokeys" everywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hzGB1XaDA2E/TcQ_2suHQII/AAAAAAAACRg/M10TzFBEjjA/s400/rolypoly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603674045305798786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNA is loving riding her bike (so are the kids). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D6iZ_owcKBo/TcRDxrsxgzI/AAAAAAAACR4/WDFU5jTmKkI/s400/DSC01957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603678357178909490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUJ6LW_dTc4/TcRELxnC4HI/AAAAAAAACSA/FUTl1Hew0gk/s400/DSC01956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603678805442093170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GAGE is wishing more than ever that he had more time to be outside with the rest of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-8465563574148685732?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8465563574148685732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=8465563574148685732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8465563574148685732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>I have tried for months to get this recorded and these really are the best one I got. Cheyenne is so easily distracted but she sings the whole song, out of order, on the first one and only parts on the second. Enjoy. I hope you all got to see this in person...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAzqvDn9oag?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAzqvDn9oag?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZR3fPdPbAy0?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZR3fPdPbAy0?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/my_videos?feature=mhum"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt; to go straight to you tube. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-1255426951998134934?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1255426951998134934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=1255426951998134934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/1255426951998134934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/1255426951998134934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/mermaid-song.html' title='Mermaid song.'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-7797279480948201785</id><published>2011-04-18T14:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T14:29:27.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mCFV5KVR0Fk/TaysaNscDkI/AAAAAAAACQ4/kLuKwOM4pOI/s1600/DSC01897-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mCFV5KVR0Fk/TaysaNscDkI/AAAAAAAACQ4/kLuKwOM4pOI/s400/DSC01897-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597038003267309122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypzPltDhvH8/TaysZzKmb7I/AAAAAAAACQw/NiE1516Fjrs/s1600/DSC01902-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypzPltDhvH8/TaysZzKmb7I/AAAAAAAACQw/NiE1516Fjrs/s400/DSC01902-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597037996146061234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kkFnYlEOhow/TaysZvRf1oI/AAAAAAAACQo/cJnjcfYdT8c/s1600/DSC01904-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kkFnYlEOhow/TaysZvRf1oI/AAAAAAAACQo/cJnjcfYdT8c/s400/DSC01904-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597037995101247106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I noticed Trevin's black eye I said, "Wow Trevin you've got a black eye!" He told me "No. My eyes are BLUE."&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess Trevin was playing on Lindsay's ottoman and managed to jump/fall onto her TV stand. the scratch was there when I picked him up later that day but the bruising didn't show up until the next day. &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/4452433414527899954-7797279480948201785?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7797279480948201785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=7797279480948201785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/7797279480948201785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/7797279480948201785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/bruiser.html' title='Bruiser'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mCFV5KVR0Fk/TaysaNscDkI/AAAAAAAACQ4/kLuKwOM4pOI/s72-c/DSC01897-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-4848597503441146819</id><published>2011-04-12T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T07:56:39.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Castle... complete with mote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were so excited to get our fence started and it looked like we were going to beat the secondary water. Gage and his dad got all the corner posts set on Wednesday night while I was at work. Thursday it snowed. This is what the yard looked like on Friday morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdbUmjhrX6U/TaRwan-TZ9I/AAAAAAAACPw/6T-nGIcEhjo/s1600/DSC01858.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdbUmjhrX6U/TaRwan-TZ9I/AAAAAAAACPw/6T-nGIcEhjo/s400/DSC01858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594720239810209746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got lots of ran and lots of very wet snow. It continued to rain/snow all weekend a true Utah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;swinter&lt;/span&gt;. We got a little more snow on Sunday morning then the rest of the day was beautiful. Monday was a perfect day and we enjoyed playing outside, protected on all side by our mote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vw2XDcvCas8/TaRzPFoBbMI/AAAAAAAACQQ/MScxmchM-6g/s400/DSC01867%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594723340146273474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These were taken on Monday and they had already drained a lot from the day before. Remember I was worried about our little neighbor kids falling in one of our holes... now I get to worry about them falling in one and drowning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OGWdz7hBx1M/TaRzOksfCmI/AAAAAAAACQI/y0J_QLObjuo/s1600/DSC01866%2B%25282%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OGWdz7hBx1M/TaRzOksfCmI/AAAAAAAACQI/y0J_QLObjuo/s1600/DSC01866%2B%25282%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OGWdz7hBx1M/TaRzOksfCmI/AAAAAAAACQI/y0J_QLObjuo/s400/DSC01866%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594723331306621538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hopefully the clay that we dug through will hold up and we won't have to re-dig all the holes. If we do I guess it will be ok, because that tractor isn't going anywhere for a while. There is no way I'm letting it drive through my yard and make trenches in the soggy soil.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LyK-2UuGU-g/TaRyQ2ksOvI/AAAAAAAACP4/lSB2zZcyzzo/s1600/DSC01862.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LyK-2UuGU-g/TaRyQ2ksOvI/AAAAAAAACP4/lSB2zZcyzzo/s400/DSC01862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594722270953880306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today it is raining again so it looks like we will be enjoying our mote for a while longer. On the bright side I don't think anyone will feel like watering when the secondary water turns on, on the 15th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-4848597503441146819?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4848597503441146819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=4848597503441146819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/4848597503441146819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/4848597503441146819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/castle-complete-with-mote.html' title='Castle... complete with mote!'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdbUmjhrX6U/TaRwan-TZ9I/AAAAAAAACPw/6T-nGIcEhjo/s72-c/DSC01858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-7095188763775622861</id><published>2011-04-06T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T10:28:01.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a start</title><content type='html'>For the past 3 yrs (since we moved into our house) we've said we would put up a fence in the summer. Well summers have come and gone and at the end of each summer, we say "at the start of next year." This is finally the year. We knew we had to get it in before the secondary water turns on in the middle of this month, because the west side of our house is basically a swamp once the sprinklers come on. In addition to the water issue we committed ourselves to watching a dog for a few weeks at the start of this summer and a fence is a must!&lt;div&gt;This past weekend we did a lot of prep work, by "we" I mean Gage and his brothers. They worked with general conference turned up so that all in the neighborhood could listen along. We only pulled broke off two sprinkler heads and drilled through one main line... The sad part... Gage planned for a fence when he put in our sprinkling system, but our neighbor didn't. Both sprinklers and the main line were our neighbor's! Gage is really looking forward to fixing it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGGC7ECtfBU/TZygutRd4HI/AAAAAAAACPY/PWYQS1bV2H0/s400/DSC01853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592521561574596722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; was a good supervisor and had fun checking the holes and counting them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DpdeOeqBQeA/TZygvE44_DI/AAAAAAAACPg/wDH5vN54vsU/s1600/DSC01854.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DpdeOeqBQeA/TZygvE44_DI/AAAAAAAACPg/wDH5vN54vsU/s400/DSC01854.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592521567913966642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;We were so thankful to have the tractor, it was so much faster than hand digging holes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fCxnJpsNKno/TZygvYmfMzI/AAAAAAAACPo/5qtqd100zJ4/s400/DSC01855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592521573205488434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And when the tractor was too slow, we found that adding a little weight made it go even faster! Like I said it's a start and I can't wait to get the posts in so I don't have to worry about one of the neighbor kids falling in one of the holes! Thanks for all the help guys!&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/4452433414527899954-7095188763775622861?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7095188763775622861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=7095188763775622861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/7095188763775622861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/7095188763775622861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-start.html' title='It&apos;s a start'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGGC7ECtfBU/TZygutRd4HI/AAAAAAAACPY/PWYQS1bV2H0/s72-c/DSC01853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-2213511299868716879</id><published>2011-03-22T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:01:05.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY PARTY!</title><content type='html'>Cheyenne is 2 I can't believe it! Her birthday was so exciting, when she woke up Trevin and I went in to sing to her while she was still in bed. Her face was priceless, she kept saying "A birthday Cheyenne, yay!"After breakfast we made birthday cup cakes. The kids had a lot of fun helping pick out colors for the butterfly bodies, Cheyenne mostly had fun eating the m&amp;amp;ms.  I think they turned out pretty cute, Chey loves butterflies. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEscRJwP9MM/TYjBpUCx0kI/AAAAAAAACPA/QBZY3udbgeE/s1600/chey%2Bbirthday4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEscRJwP9MM/TYjBpUCx0kI/AAAAAAAACPA/QBZY3udbgeE/s400/chey%2Bbirthday4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586928253252260418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent most of the day spoiling Cheyenne and playing outside, even though it was a little cold. When dad got home it was time for presents. Cheyenne was so animated. She would scream and jump every time she finished opening a present and hold it up to show us. She was still a little slow at ripping open the presents but Trevin was always there to help. She got a baby with a backpack.  Mickey Mouse underwear.  Aladdin the movie. A butterfly necklace/ring/bracelet set from dad. Chey has been wanting "pretties" or "eyeballs" for her ears. (aka. earrings) this was his way of helping her forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QjWtMUyMDmw/TYjBpELLP9I/AAAAAAAACO4/Do1qub7pvJE/s1600/chey%2Bbirthday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QjWtMUyMDmw/TYjBpELLP9I/AAAAAAAACO4/Do1qub7pvJE/s400/chey%2Bbirthday3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586928248992514002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also got... a pillow pet. Trevin helped me pick this out for her and he was way excited to bring it home. He has loved helping Chey learn how to change it from a pet to a pillow and back. Cheyenne was beyond excited. She named it Joey, fitting since that is the name she uses when she pretends to be a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FCWVqTuwN0U/TYjBo5ub8NI/AAAAAAAACOw/1YbVg7Wa30Q/s1600/chey%2Bbirthday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FCWVqTuwN0U/TYjBo5ub8NI/AAAAAAAACOw/1YbVg7Wa30Q/s400/chey%2Bbirthday2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586928246187618514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had Cheyenne's favorite meal for dinner... Crabtree Soup. Cheyenne had 2 bowls before she spied her presents on the couch and yelled "I see my birthday, I see my birthday, I'n done!" Next up was blowing out candles. It was pretty entertaining to watch. She was blowing so hard, but was aiming all the air straight down with her upper lip, so Trevin was kind enough to help out. She was so excited to look down and have the candles out. The cup cakes were super yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CFtGZUNNes/TYjBoVVRvaI/AAAAAAAACOo/3J78hRerRdU/s1600/chey%2Bbirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CFtGZUNNes/TYjBoVVRvaI/AAAAAAAACOo/3J78hRerRdU/s400/chey%2Bbirthday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586928236418416034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy birthday Cheyenne! We love you lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTjA4pn3Pt8/TYjBapzApOI/AAAAAAAACOg/87nms4oWXcs/s1600/chey%2Bbirthday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTjA4pn3Pt8/TYjBapzApOI/AAAAAAAACOg/87nms4oWXcs/s400/chey%2Bbirthday5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586928001393665250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ABOUT CHEYENNE:&lt;div&gt;Cheyenne talks really well for a 2 years old and loves to talk all of the time to just about anyone. She loves nursery, in fact we threaten to not take her when she is bad in sacrament meeting and it usually stops all bad behavior. Chey is amazing when it comes to memorizing songs. She sings all the time, especially primary songs. She loves the Little Mermaid and has the "wish I could be part of your world" song completely memorized, THE WHOLE THING! (once I record it I'll post it). She loves playing on the "slippery slides" at the park. She loves book and letters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She still completely ignores you if you are telling her to stop and she thinks whatever she is doing is fun. After being completely potty trained for 3 weeks she decided it was too much work and started pottying her pants on purpose, now we are back in diapers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is becoming more and more girly, she loves her babies and bears and blankets. On the other hand she still loves to play sword fighting with Trevin and with cars and trains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-2213511299868716879?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2213511299868716879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=2213511299868716879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2213511299868716879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2213511299868716879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/birthday-party.html' title='BIRTHDAY PARTY!'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEscRJwP9MM/TYjBpUCx0kI/AAAAAAAACPA/QBZY3udbgeE/s72-c/chey%2Bbirthday4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-1662874629601777055</id><published>2011-03-17T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:34:26.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY</title><content type='html'>We love St. Patrick's Day. We usually pass out leprechaun surprises, this year the kids helped make finger print rainbows the we put in our flowers that were planted in leprechaun hats. We also made little bags of lucky charms that had a note that said, "I'm so lucky to have you." Making treats is one of the ways we make sure to check in on everyone to make sure they are wearing thier GREEN! Trevin caught on really quick this year. He even got to pinch dad. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3Dbdihx8Qk/TYjM7cD86WI/AAAAAAAACPQ/NtkGN9oLHXY/s1600/stpat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3Dbdihx8Qk/TYjM7cD86WI/AAAAAAAACPQ/NtkGN9oLHXY/s400/stpat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586940659270216034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We came down to the kitchen and Trevin noticed green foot prints on our walls. We told him that it must have been a leprechaun! We helped him follow the footprints from the back door, onto the wall, over the stairs and out the front door. He was very interested and then he asked "but how'd they get them footprints on stickers?" We should have known that that was coming! Don't worry he was quickly distracted by green pancakes. During breakfast he informed us the foot prints were from a Leprechaun cat and he was convinced he had heard it meow that morning. What an imagination that kids has. &lt;div&gt;We even got to have a St. Patrick's Day party! The Canova's all came over to celebrate Cheyenne's birthday. She was very excited to have 2 parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DEUjrV4DfTM/TYjM7EAh4JI/AAAAAAAACPI/UQ1ysS0k9-I/s1600/st%2Bpat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DEUjrV4DfTM/TYjM7EAh4JI/AAAAAAAACPI/UQ1ysS0k9-I/s400/st%2Bpat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586940652813410450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-1662874629601777055?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1662874629601777055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=1662874629601777055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/1662874629601777055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/1662874629601777055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='HAPPY ST. PATRICK&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3Dbdihx8Qk/TYjM7cD86WI/AAAAAAAACPQ/NtkGN9oLHXY/s72-c/stpat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-740552683760537249</id><published>2011-03-14T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T11:43:13.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years and loving every minute</title><content type='html'>It's official we have been married for 4 years.  That really doesn't sound like that long, but it has been great! We got to get out of the house and enjoy a weekend together to celebrate. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpi_6Vt7rBg/TX5bg-xPKcI/AAAAAAAACOA/EJT5QNdRdxI/s1600/hilton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpi_6Vt7rBg/TX5bg-xPKcI/AAAAAAAACOA/EJT5QNdRdxI/s400/hilton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584001210149448130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to have a car less weekend. We rode front runner down to SLC and walked everywhere or used trax. It was so much fun and so nice not to have to find parking spots or pay for parking. We ate a Biaggi's an Italian restaurant near the Gateway. We loved it, Gage especially loved his appetizers, focaccia bread and Tomato Mozzarella Caprese, think tomatoes and buffalo cheese, soaked in oil and vinegar. They were really yummy. We spent the night at the Hilton in Down town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNuVE3fXqBU/TX5bXGgft2I/AAAAAAAACNw/gN6TE53pLUQ/s1600/hilton2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNuVE3fXqBU/TX5bXGgft2I/AAAAAAAACNw/gN6TE53pLUQ/s400/hilton2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584001040428021602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we checked in we headed up to our room to find someone working on the plumbing. We wandered around the hotel for a while and checked out the pool and fitness center. Then tried to go back to our room, still being worked on. So we headed back down to the lobby and checked in again, they upgraded our room and we ended up on the 16th floor. We had a great view of the city! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WwnHhNxsYN4/TX5bWrYOULI/AAAAAAAACNg/PSJHC4D1YCA/s1600/hilton4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WwnHhNxsYN4/TX5bWrYOULI/AAAAAAAACNg/PSJHC4D1YCA/s400/hilton4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584001033145569458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday morning we went out to breakfast and then walked to a trax station. We missed our train by about 1 minute and had to wait for a while, and knew we would be cutting it close to the start of our play. We ended up running/speed walking from the trax station to the Desert Star playhouse. We made it there about 1/2 way through the first act. We have heard great things about this play house from a couple in our neighborhood. We trust their opinion, so we bought tickets for Gage's parents for Christmas, they went and loved it too, so we figured we'd give it a try! We saw Beverly Hillbillies it was really funny and they have some great actors. I have to admit the 2nd intermission was my favorite part. There was even a couple that got engaged.  &lt;div&gt;After the play it was back to down town for a little bit of shopping at the Gateway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1SzoXwSTNTM/TX5bW7kxoLI/AAAAAAAACNo/ShRzf3IdoU4/s400/hilton3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584001037493182642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;We had so much fun hanging out together and getting to spend all of the time on trains enjoying each other's company and not worrying about traffic. Every year married to Gage is better than the last, I can't wait to see what this year brings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4452433414527899954-740552683760537249?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/740552683760537249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=740552683760537249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/740552683760537249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/740552683760537249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/4-years-and-loving-every-minute.html' title='4 years and loving every minute'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpi_6Vt7rBg/TX5bg-xPKcI/AAAAAAAACOA/EJT5QNdRdxI/s72-c/hilton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-1915103594566757028</id><published>2011-03-10T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T12:07:15.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun hair do's</title><content type='html'>We finally bought a curling iron to use in Chey's hair. I was so excited the first time we used it and her hair curled so cute and easy too, it even stayed in most of the day. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_nJQSBnUf8k/TX5m98bF3PI/AAAAAAAACOY/UsQrWe6dlYo/s1600/DSC01650a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_nJQSBnUf8k/TX5m98bF3PI/AAAAAAAACOY/UsQrWe6dlYo/s400/DSC01650a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584013802363804914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Valentines day we did a heart pony tail in the center. I wanted to the connecting ponytails to look like a heart too, but that didn't work out. But we like the hear in the middle so we kept it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnRoliO-2VE/TX5kSX0lYxI/AAAAAAAACOQ/I4cTf3trU-k/s1600/DSC01665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnRoliO-2VE/TX5kSX0lYxI/AAAAAAAACOQ/I4cTf3trU-k/s400/DSC01665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584010854780986130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheyenne is so patient lately, so we decided to braid all of her hair. 2 mickey mouse club houses and 20 braids later this is what she looked like. I love doing this, once it is all braided we spray it to get it all wet, then once it dries....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RJolkqYRMO8/TX5kSLSJgfI/AAAAAAAACOI/7PKLgKPQ6rM/s1600/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RJolkqYRMO8/TX5kSLSJgfI/AAAAAAAACOI/7PKLgKPQ6rM/s400/hair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584010851415327218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... we take out all of the braids and have this fun fluffy hair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-1915103594566757028?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1915103594566757028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=1915103594566757028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/1915103594566757028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/1915103594566757028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/fun-hair-dos.html' title='Fun hair do&apos;s'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_nJQSBnUf8k/TX5m98bF3PI/AAAAAAAACOY/UsQrWe6dlYo/s72-c/DSC01650a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-2533438104798055337</id><published>2011-02-17T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T08:05:24.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fun date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We always go out on a Valentine's date, but NEVER on the 14th! We figure if  we are going to pay for a babysitter we are going to enjoy our night out and not fight crowds. So I came up with a fun date that we got to go on yesterday. We invited Ryan and Alex to come with us too. Gage got off work early and we headed to iRock. We really enjoyed outdoor rock climbing and I decided it would be fun to try it indoors. They also have bouldering which is short climbs with out ropes (just crash pads for safety). I thought it would be fun to give it a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYaO6U0iczw/TV1Fnymk-zI/AAAAAAAACNI/pZhjcmF3eQ4/s400/i%2Brock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574688463655336754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;So this is what it looked like, but I didn't take pictures. We had so much fun. After a few climbs to the top my arms were exhausted. Gage definitely showed me up and was able to climb much harder routes than I could. It was fun to challenge ourselves and get excited about climbing again. After we were all too tired to to climb and our hand hurt from belaying and climbing we called it quits and headed to Olive Garden for dinner! Yum! Next we went to the Crabby's to check out their apartment and play some games. It was a very not typical Valentine's Date, but I would do it again in a heartbeat!  I love you Gage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-2533438104798055337?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2533438104798055337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=2533438104798055337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2533438104798055337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2533438104798055337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/fun-date.html' title='A fun date.'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYaO6U0iczw/TV1Fnymk-zI/AAAAAAAACNI/pZhjcmF3eQ4/s72-c/i%2Brock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-4523217150968539137</id><published>2011-02-10T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:42:38.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lesson learned</title><content type='html'>I can't remember how long ago this was... I'm guessing Trevin was about 2 1/2 years old.&lt;br /&gt;One day we heard Trevin say " Oh My _ _ _." I kind of blew it off cause I wasn't sure if that was really what he said. Well later that night it came out again. So we sat down and talked about how that was a bad thing to say, Heavenly Father doesn't like it when we use his name a bad way, etc. Trying to tell him in a way that he would understand. (We thought our kids would be a lot older when we had to cross this bridge.) We didn't hear it for a few days, then it happened again while Gage was around, and Trevin was scolded a little more strictly than the previous time, which resulted in the same thing a few days of it not being said and then it returned. So we decided that during Trevin's night prayer we would help him pray "to not use bad words." So we did that for a few nights and things were better. It was a nice gentle reminder at the end of the day to not say the bad words. Well a few nights later Trevin wanted to pray without help... Awesome right! &amp;nbsp;Well his prayer went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Heavenly Father, we thank thee for this day. and our bed. and our toys. Please help us remember not to say "Oh my..." because saying "Oh my..." is bad words and it makes you sad when we say "Oh my ..." &amp;nbsp;so we won't say "Oh my .." any more. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen."&lt;br /&gt;I guess he learned the lesson, kind of...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-4523217150968539137?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4523217150968539137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=4523217150968539137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/4523217150968539137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/4523217150968539137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/lesson-learned.html' title='A lesson learned'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-8642003232458612586</id><published>2011-02-03T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T09:18:26.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CIRCUS</title><content type='html'>A past weekend the circus was in town. The kids and I had seen a poster while we were out shopping and they were both supper excited (about the clowns mostly). I thought it would be fun, so I got online to see how much tickets cost. I about died and immediately decided we wouldn't be attending the circus until the kids were older. A few days before the circus came I found a coupon in the paper for a much better ticket price. That morning at breakfast I started telling the kids about the circus and asked if they wanted to go. The obvious answer... YES! We talked about the circus everyday with everybody! Friday finally came and Trevin woke up asking about the circus. I told him we have to eat breakfast, play, then eat lunch and take a nap, then go shopping, get dad, and then we can go to the circus! Trevin responded with "Really!" and cheyenne yelled "Yay, a circus!" It was like that all day listing off what happens before the circus. When we finally made it to the end of the day we pulled into the shop and Trevin and Cheyenne couldn't wait to get their dad. When we got to the circus they had so much fun watching the camel, elephant and pony rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TVLGpXnhufI/AAAAAAAACMY/887egauXxYU/s1600/circus3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TVLGpXnhufI/AAAAAAAACMY/887egauXxYU/s400/circus3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571734103027464690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The show started and the kids were super excited. We had lots of acts to watch. the tight rope walkers were fun, The fell and caught themselves a couple of times, so when they went two high I was nervous. Cheyenne's favorite was when the little mermaid music started (Chey loves to sing like mermaid) and 5 mermaids came out and swung on ropes. Chey was in heaven.  There was a man that stacked chairs and then did a hand stand on them. and you can't have a circus without a plate spinner and clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TVLGpH-5JxI/AAAAAAAACMQ/oVQy3Gz9-kY/s1600/circus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TVLGpH-5JxI/AAAAAAAACMQ/oVQy3Gz9-kY/s400/circus2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571734098830501650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The elephants were my favorite. Then ran around the arena while spinning circles, stood on platforms on their hind legs, fell asleep to a lullabye, and one even stood on its HEAD! The tigers were fun too. A couple were uncooperative, Trevin was excited when they lit the ring on fire. Sugar had been telling them all week someone was gunna jump through fire and they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TVLGo4KpQRI/AAAAAAAACMI/21c5rlucjwA/s1600/circus4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TVLGo4KpQRI/AAAAAAAACMI/21c5rlucjwA/s400/circus4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571734094584824082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trevin's favorite was probably the motorcycles. They had one drive out and get into the ball and drive around. Trevin was so excited to see this. Then two more joined in. Then a total of four were in the ball and then they drove around inside. Trevin loved every minute. &lt;div&gt;Gage liked the big wheel that men run inside, then outside, then jump rope and run on the outside, then run on it blindfolded! I was pretty impressed too.  And we can't forget the jugglers who always are impressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TVLGozYhcKI/AAAAAAAACMA/bfORDrBzCuQ/s1600/circus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TVLGozYhcKI/AAAAAAAACMA/bfORDrBzCuQ/s400/circus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571734093300854946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The circus was great.  It was fun to see the kids so excited, Chey loved getting to go down during intermission and watch the elephant up close. Trevin couldn't stop talking about it all the way home. I'm so glad we got to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-8642003232458612586?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8642003232458612586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=8642003232458612586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8642003232458612586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8642003232458612586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/circus.html' title='THE CIRCUS'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TVLGpXnhufI/AAAAAAAACMY/887egauXxYU/s72-c/circus3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-2544563044194896452</id><published>2011-02-03T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T09:46:07.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WINTERFEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to Winter fest again this year. We had so much fun. I love getting to be together all day on a Saturday. Trevin was way excited about all the snowmobiles. Cheyenne on the other hand couldn't get enough of the horses. Home depot put on a fun workshop for the kids. The had birdhouse kits and hamers and screwdrivers to put them together. Trevin always loves working with dad so this was a dream come true. The two of them worked really hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TVLPAB8ZXqI/AAAAAAAACM4/3Rt0zhcvFYo/s1600/birdhouset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TVLPAB8ZXqI/AAAAAAAACM4/3Rt0zhcvFYo/s400/birdhouset.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571743288439430818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trevin was so proud of his bird house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TVLO-hXCQxI/AAAAAAAACMw/9kXlBESFTOo/s1600/DSC01635%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TVLO-hXCQxI/AAAAAAAACMw/9kXlBESFTOo/s400/DSC01635%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571743262512923410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next up was Cheyenne, she usually gets stuck with mom when the boys are working, so she was excited to work with dad and even stayed interested the whole time, she loved using the hammer, I think dad's thumb only got hit once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TVLO-HUUjQI/AAAAAAAACMo/2MWGECKAIVE/s1600/birdhousec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TVLO-HUUjQI/AAAAAAAACMo/2MWGECKAIVE/s400/birdhousec.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571743255522217218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at my little handy girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TVLO97basTI/AAAAAAAACMg/7tpQ_Pwxe3s/s1600/DSC01642%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TVLO97basTI/AAAAAAAACMg/7tpQ_Pwxe3s/s400/DSC01642%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571743252330754354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Gage and the kids got home (I went straight to work.) They decided to write their names on their birdhouses so the didn't get mixed up. Chey was first, dad wrote her name then let her draw a little. Then dad wrote Trevin's name and let trein have the marker. Trevin asked dad what the letters were and this was the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TVLQCt6pivI/AAAAAAAACNA/QOblnVg7U4c/s1600/birdhouse%2Btrevin%2Bname.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TVLQCt6pivI/AAAAAAAACNA/QOblnVg7U4c/s400/birdhouse%2Btrevin%2Bname.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571744434114628338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so impressed when Gage showed me. I think it is great for his very first time, with no practice or guidance on how to write the letters. The "R" isn't quite attached and the "V" is upside down. (The angled line at the end Gage said was an accident when Trevin moved the pen away.)  But GREAT for a barely 3 year old!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TVLPAB8ZXqI/AAAAAAAACM4/3Rt0zhcvFYo/s1600/birdhouset.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-2544563044194896452?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2544563044194896452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=2544563044194896452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2544563044194896452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2544563044194896452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/winterfest.html' title='WINTERFEST'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TVLPAB8ZXqI/AAAAAAAACM4/3Rt0zhcvFYo/s72-c/birdhouset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-176064188733842728</id><published>2011-01-20T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T12:42:40.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like Dad</title><content type='html'>Trevin loves his dad and always wants to be with him. A few months ago Gage called and said he had to make a run to Salt Lake. He asked if Trevin wanted to go, of coarse the answer was YES! Trevin watched out the window patiently for Gage to come home. He was more than a little excited to see dad come home in a big truck and even more excited when he got to ride in it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TTicgGpLSZI/AAAAAAAACLE/PmQIR41aK-E/s1600/DSC01099%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TTicgGpLSZI/AAAAAAAACLE/PmQIR41aK-E/s400/DSC01099%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564369414969313682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gage said he talked non stop the whole trip. What a fun day for both of my boys. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trevin still wants to do everything like his dad. We had an interesting "quiet time" last week. I was down stairs cleaning, when I heard, Thud... then laughing... then thud, etc. My kids had obviously come out of their rooms and were anything but quiet, so I went to investigate.  As I walked up the stairs I heard Trevin say, "Climb Cheyenne, like a rock climber!" I found them climbing in and out of my bathtub. after the toys they had just thrown in. I had a good laugh then took them back to their beds, only to hear them laughing again a few minutes later, this time accompanied by a "bzzz" sound that come and went. This is what I found. Trevin shaving his whiskers and Cheyenne's. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TTicg-bHPjI/AAAAAAAACLM/90dq4B6sEXo/s1600/DSC01468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TTicg-bHPjI/AAAAAAAACLM/90dq4B6sEXo/s400/DSC01468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564369429942713906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that these two have so much fun together!&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/4452433414527899954-176064188733842728?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/176064188733842728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=176064188733842728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/176064188733842728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/176064188733842728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-like-dad.html' title='Just like Dad'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TTicgGpLSZI/AAAAAAAACLE/PmQIR41aK-E/s72-c/DSC01099%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-2823327808860703000</id><published>2011-01-14T10:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T10:45:47.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new skill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few days ago I made the kids lunch then got busy upstairs working on a project. A little while later Trevin came and found me and tole me "Cheyenne is making a mess!" I went to scope it out &amp;amp; I found a very happy girl that had learned how to unscrew lids! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TTCYhxg0m3I/AAAAAAAACK0/wzQEJzdN_CQ/s1600/DSC01461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TTCYhxg0m3I/AAAAAAAACK0/wzQEJzdN_CQ/s400/DSC01461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562113245796670322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TTCYiTuZ7RI/AAAAAAAACK8/Lgc0Z8jfFuM/s400/DSC01460%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562113254980447506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;It's a good thing she is cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-2823327808860703000?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2823327808860703000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=2823327808860703000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2823327808860703000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2823327808860703000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-skill.html' title='A new skill'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TTCYhxg0m3I/AAAAAAAACK0/wzQEJzdN_CQ/s72-c/DSC01461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-7142108117002968637</id><published>2011-01-11T13:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:49:17.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TREVIN'S BIRTHDAY DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With family Christmas parties falling on Trevin's real Birthday we had the fun treat of Dad coming home in the middle of the day to celebrate. Trevin loves to see Gage in the middle of the day, or go see Gage at work, so this was lots of fun and made Trevin really excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSzRF6YRsII/AAAAAAAACKE/I8XuaKLRcvo/s400/DSC01311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561049539396350082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trevin was so excited to see all the present on the table when he woke up. I think it almost killed him to wait until lunch time to open them. He is at such a fun age. He was super excited about everything he got... even the socks and toothpicks (he like to eat hot dogs and pizza with a toothpick).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSzWezZefHI/AAAAAAAACKU/0ge07Pucfko/s400/Tday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561055464577203314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trevin loves hats, in the morning he'll tell me "I wanna wear my hat like Dad." Gage has a black Nike hat, so when I found the kids version, I knew we had to get it for Trevin. He loves and wears it almost every day.  He grew out of his bike this fall (Chey grew into it and she loves it!) So a new bike was needed and Trevin already flies down the driveway on it, even in the snow.  The hit of the day was Trevin's car road! Trevin has probably 100 or so cars and we now have a real town for him to drive on. We've borrowed a couple here and there, but now he has his own. It has everything, His very own, Crabtree Auto with Yard and wrecked cars (Gage probably had a little to much fun crushing matchbox cars for this). Trevin loves to use his forklift to move around the wrecked cars. This map has an airport and run way for his planes, a Train station and tracks for his trains, and on off road area for the many jeeps and monster trucks he has collected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSzWe376JsI/AAAAAAAACKc/6Zf6wmVdHoo/s1600/DSC01315bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSzWe376JsI/AAAAAAAACKc/6Zf6wmVdHoo/s400/DSC01315bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561055465795364546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we finished playing we met up with Nate and Joni and kid (visiting for the Holidays) at the mall. We were there a couple of weeks ago and saw the mini express, Trevin is into trains just as much as he is his cars and so we sat and watched it for a few minutes.  Gage and I decided to let him ride it on his birthday. Trevin picked the back car, and we walked behind the train as it made it's way through the mall, all the kids loved it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSzWeogvlVI/AAAAAAAACKM/v7NcFtPVV_k/s1600/Tday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSzWeogvlVI/AAAAAAAACKM/v7NcFtPVV_k/s400/Tday2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561055461654893906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TREVIN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some fun facts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Trevin favorite color is GREEN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He loves: Thomas the Train, books, Cars, going to the shop to see dad, hide and go seek, pottying on the toilet and he still loves CHOCOLATE MILK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He is very matter of fact about everything and very particular. He always puts his comb away on top of the rag he uses to wash the toothpaste off his face, if I put them away wrong he lets me know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He is very creative, lately we have had jumping frogs at our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Trevin has an amazing memory, he is great at memory and loves to help Cheyenne find the matches. He loves to repeat lines from movies. "You've got to be pulling on my leg." (Despicable Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He has an opinion about the clothes he wears. If it isn't a solid color shirt or plaid then you must convince him it is a team shirt or else he won't wear it. (with the exception of the Toy Story 3 shirt he got for his Birthday.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Trevin is very helpful. He keeps Cheyenne in line, empties garbages and today I found him at the kitchen sink (soaked) hand washing all of our breakfast dishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love him so much and can't wait to see what else he comes up with this next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-7142108117002968637?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7142108117002968637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=7142108117002968637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/7142108117002968637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/7142108117002968637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/trevins-birthday-day.html' title='TREVIN&apos;S BIRTHDAY DAY'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSzRF6YRsII/AAAAAAAACKE/I8XuaKLRcvo/s72-c/DSC01311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-6288317698136432847</id><published>2010-12-31T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:57:50.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COCONUT AWARD 2010</title><content type='html'>Just to keep everyone up to date on the latest Crabtree Coconut award winners. &lt;div&gt;Here are the 2010 winners...Mike (being accepted by Colin), Gage, and Alex. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSzfGXTspXI/AAAAAAAACKs/FGTkFujEGLQ/s1600/DSC01337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSzfGXTspXI/AAAAAAAACKs/FGTkFujEGLQ/s400/DSC01337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561064940324562290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The abbreviated stories...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mikey got his wife a fur for her birthday, turns out he got her road kill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gage's coconut is shaved... he over prepared for surgery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex learned how to use her emergency brake, TWICE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all you get! Thanks for all the laughs these three provided this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-6288317698136432847?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6288317698136432847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=6288317698136432847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/6288317698136432847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/6288317698136432847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/coconut-award-2010.html' title='COCONUT AWARD 2010'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSzfGXTspXI/AAAAAAAACKs/FGTkFujEGLQ/s72-c/DSC01337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-237224590750874182</id><published>2010-12-30T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:50:47.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trevin is 3</title><content type='html'>We have a monthly birthday party at my Mom's house each month. This month Lindsay convinced us to have it at Chuck E Cheese's. It was so much fun, we celebrated Rai Rai and Trevin's birthday and all the kids had a blast! We got 80 tokens for all the kids to split and they lasted forever! The kids had fun, but I think the adults had more fun, especially Gage and Kyle.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSuoUowGHiI/AAAAAAAACJ8/vMO9AlL4wYY/s1600/t2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSuoUowGHiI/AAAAAAAACJ8/vMO9AlL4wYY/s400/t2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560723237409005090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WE played for a while then we ate pizza and got to meet Chuck E Cheese, then we played some more. Trevin loved the driving and shooting games and he won lots of tickets with some help from dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSuoUq9StbI/AAAAAAAACJ0/YccfLnXnUAM/s1600/t1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSuoUq9StbI/AAAAAAAACJ0/YccfLnXnUAM/s400/t1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560723238001227186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally rounded up all the kids for cake and presents! I got to make the cake and had lots of fun. I let the kids pick what kind of cake they want, Raigen asked for an Ariel mermaid cake and Trevin asked for a Buzz lightyear cake. I was stumped on how to please both of them for a while, but this is what I came up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSuoUdXeMFI/AAAAAAAACJs/sZri6RSNII8/s1600/t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSuoUdXeMFI/AAAAAAAACJs/sZri6RSNII8/s400/t.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560723234352934994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They both loved it! and it tasted yummy too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-237224590750874182?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/237224590750874182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=237224590750874182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/237224590750874182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/237224590750874182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/trevin-is-3.html' title='Trevin is 3'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSuoUowGHiI/AAAAAAAACJ8/vMO9AlL4wYY/s72-c/t2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-3284658612101755696</id><published>2010-12-28T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:50:23.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I worked the night of Thanksgiving, as usual. Then stayed up a few more hours and joined the rest of the crazies for some Black Friday shopping. When I got home Gage and the Kids were just getting ready to put of the Christmas tree.  The kids loved helping dad "build a tree." This was  lots of fun and really kicked of the Christmas season at our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSufKrJpViI/AAAAAAAACI8/sIqRL7JS9hQ/s400/DSC01122%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560713170649699874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We meet Santa a few time this year... once at the ward Christmas party, then at the mall too! Trevin was so excited, he stood patiently in line with the rest of the kids and then jumped right onto Santa's lap. To our surprise he had a wish list for Santa. "Thomas the train, a gray remote and cranky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSufL4T5imI/AAAAAAAACJU/pBQ5qXqWShU/s1600/DSC01176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSufKwBau_I/AAAAAAAACJE/d1uwepnSQVg/s400/DSC01171%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560713171957365746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheyenne on the other hand was very excited to stand in the line to see "Jesus" but wasn't very fond of sitting on his lap. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSufLR-FYkI/AAAAAAAACJM/PCE3fYZm0B8/s400/DSC01177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560713181070189122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSufL4T5imI/AAAAAAAACJU/pBQ5qXqWShU/s1600/DSC01176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSufL4T5imI/AAAAAAAACJU/pBQ5qXqWShU/s400/DSC01176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560713191362234978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;The second time meeting Santa went a lot smoother.  You can't tell in the picture but she was really excited to sit on his lap and even asked for "books."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSug37NBxtI/AAAAAAAACJc/L3XFfb771UI/s400/DSC01265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560715047564592850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Trevin convinced Santa to come watch the reindeer show with him for a couple minutes. After that Trevin thought Santa was awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSuhSa--tlI/AAAAAAAACJk/TQAVsN6YrcU/s400/DSC01266%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560715502772205138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-3284658612101755696?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3284658612101755696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=3284658612101755696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/3284658612101755696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/3284658612101755696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/meeting-santa.html' title='Meeting Santa'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TSufKrJpViI/AAAAAAAACI8/sIqRL7JS9hQ/s72-c/DSC01122%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-555356219007679616</id><published>2010-12-26T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T15:59:33.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A favorite Christmas Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TRfWlTSLfXI/AAAAAAAACI0/xqLtpdQX5Ms/s1600/CHRISTMASc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TRfWlTSLfXI/AAAAAAAACI0/xqLtpdQX5Ms/s400/CHRISTMASc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555144601704824178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love this song at our house. 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-8901811409508258058</id><published>2010-12-17T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T11:58:59.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE COMES SANTA CLAUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After we met Santa for the first time last year, Trevin talked about him all the time, one day when we were at the store Trevin saw the Santa hats and got way excited. We ended up buying one and he loved to wear it around. The next day Trevin insisted on wearing a red shirt with his Santa hat. Next he pulled out a bag of his blocks and went to Cheyenne and asked "What you meed for Christmas, a green block or a blue block?" Next was my turn. We read 'The Night Before Christmas' a lot at our house and Trevin noticed a few other accessories that Santa had like gloves and a black belt. He asked for his belt one morning so I helped him put it in through all of his belt loops, after I finished he wasn't very happy. He told me,"It goes here over a shirt." Before long Trevin had his outfit down. And the outfit had to have everything,  a long sleeve red shirt, red mittens, the black belt that goes over his shirt, his hat, and don't forget the bag of toys! It was so funny, he would tell everyone that he was Santa and ask what they wanted for Christmas. By the time Christmas came around he even made people sit on his lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAEAw8pWTQ4/TV1JLZdsJ7I/AAAAAAAACNQ/P9lN9Y6-0Kk/s1600/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAEAw8pWTQ4/TV1JLZdsJ7I/AAAAAAAACNQ/P9lN9Y6-0Kk/s400/santa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574692373917345714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trevin was sure he was the real deal, he would tell you about his "reindeers" that could fly and how he was gunna go through the chimneys. In fact on day we were driving to SLC and Trevin started talking in the back seat. He was saying "I going to that one and that one and that one and all of those roofs." I asked him what he was saying and he told me "I'm Santa and I'm going to all of those roofs to take them presents!"  I think one day he'll be a great Santa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-8901811409508258058?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8901811409508258058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=8901811409508258058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8901811409508258058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8901811409508258058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/here-comes-santa-claus.html' title='HERE COMES SANTA CLAUS'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAEAw8pWTQ4/TV1JLZdsJ7I/AAAAAAAACNQ/P9lN9Y6-0Kk/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-5976660519521006957</id><published>2010-12-14T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T12:51:10.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The... The... THE GRINCH!</title><content type='html'>Trevin and Chey love "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" we borrowed it from my mom and we haven't been able to return it. They watch it once and sometimes twice a day! Chey gets upset when Cindy Lou falls into the present sorter, but then is excited when the Grinch pulls her out. She always says "Grinch a nice." Trevin hides from the monkey that bangs on the Grinch's head. The favorite line, the one we hear all the time, from both of them is... "the.. the... THE GRINCH! From when Cindy Lou runs into him at the post office. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TQvHuoq4poI/AAAAAAAACIo/vLqoIikgEUg/s1600/3844_heading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TQvHuoq4poI/AAAAAAAACIo/vLqoIikgEUg/s400/3844_heading.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551750569669469826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had one of our Christmas Family Parties yesterday and the invitation said... "A special guest that you won't want to miss." Can you guess who it was?&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; THE GRINCH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TQvHQBqCFXI/AAAAAAAACIg/KWSJj5Nc40Y/s1600/IMG_1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TQvHQBqCFXI/AAAAAAAACIg/KWSJj5Nc40Y/s400/IMG_1254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551750043800835442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kids were so excited! He had a bag full of present and the kids waited patiently for their turn to sit on the Grinch's lap. Trevin loved it and loved the little motorcycle he got(you can see it in the last picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TQvHPzXIcgI/AAAAAAAACIY/EzEd9OtJb8s/s1600/IMG_1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TQvHPzXIcgI/AAAAAAAACIY/EzEd9OtJb8s/s400/IMG_1260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551750039963464194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheyenne was super excited when she say him walk in, and couldn't stop looking at every one and saying" the GRINCH!" She kept walking closer and closer to him... then they called her name and she wanted nothing to do with sitting on his lap, but we made her. She too loves her present, a goggly alien that lights up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TQvHPj6V_II/AAAAAAAACIQ/U_aOA0LBdII/s1600/IMG_1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TQvHPj6V_II/AAAAAAAACIQ/U_aOA0LBdII/s400/IMG_1266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551750035816184962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all got to take our turns getting pictures! What a fun memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TQvHL9OTZFI/AAAAAAAACII/QblI9TG6-oo/s1600/grinch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TQvHL9OTZFI/AAAAAAAACII/QblI9TG6-oo/s400/grinch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551749973891310674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Merry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;CHRIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;mas!&lt;/span&gt; I hope we can all remember what the Grinch learned...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store. "Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-5976660519521006957?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5976660519521006957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=5976660519521006957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/5976660519521006957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/5976660519521006957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/the-grinch.html' title='The... The... THE GRINCH!'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TQvHuoq4poI/AAAAAAAACIo/vLqoIikgEUg/s72-c/3844_heading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-3910059176500064529</id><published>2010-12-07T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T12:27:08.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WINTER FUN!</title><content type='html'>We love to watch it snow at our house! The kids are so amazed and I love the excitement on their faces. This fall we got our snow bags ready (a backpack with each kids snow clothes so we can grab them on the go if we need to and know that everything is there). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; has been waiting since then to use his "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;packpack&lt;/span&gt;." So now that it has snowed we've played outside a few times, but with the powder it is impossible to build anything! But not today. We got bundled up and went out to finally build a snowman. &lt;div&gt;We had so much fun making snowballs and rolling them until they were "huge" according to Cheyenne. I was surprised that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chey&lt;/span&gt; wanted to help, she didn't like touching the snow before. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TP6TyijxU3I/AAAAAAAACHY/c4fk92N9jWw/s400/DSC01149%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548034287446610802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;The balls ended up so big that Mom couldn't pick up the middle one to build the snowman, oops. But they had fun climbing on them instead.  Next we built a fort, to hid in and throw snowballs from. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; immediately started plotting an attack on dad, for when he got home and of course mom supported it!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TP6RxJokXuI/AAAAAAAACHQ/uW6noqNd4dQ/s1600/DSC01144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TP6RxJokXuI/AAAAAAAACHQ/uW6noqNd4dQ/s400/DSC01144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548032064552722146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheyenne thought the fort was awesome and liked to try to make and throw snowballs. She would sit down and then jump up and say "boo" and just laugh! I was way cute. I love to see here imagination come out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TP6Rwjy2ScI/AAAAAAAACHI/0hiCdEj3_yM/s1600/DSC01143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TP6Rwjy2ScI/AAAAAAAACHI/0hiCdEj3_yM/s400/DSC01143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548032054395292098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; trying to hit me with a snow ball, most of the time he throws it and the snow ball falls out of his glove behind him, so funny, but I run away and scream  and he thinks it's fun.  Casie stopped by for lunch&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TP6UAClX5TI/AAAAAAAACH4/b9-g3EDQbCs/s1600/DSC01145%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TP6UAClX5TI/AAAAAAAACH4/b9-g3EDQbCs/s400/DSC01145%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548034519381566770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; Casie stopped by for lunch and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; was so excited to see her, well maybe just to see her truck and he wanted to climb on it and take a picture... Boys will be boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TP6Tyyk0X1I/AAAAAAAACHg/9GBWu68mCOo/s400/DSC01161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548034291745972050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With a second set of hands we finally got to build our snowman. The kids were super excited and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chey&lt;/span&gt; kept yelling  "A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;noman&lt;/span&gt;! A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;noman&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; told us is it was "Super tall" and "Awesome!" We&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TP6Tzaz0pvI/AAAAAAAACHo/6WMfCfJzgKk/s1600/DSC01159%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TP6Tzaz0pvI/AAAAAAAACHo/6WMfCfJzgKk/s400/DSC01159%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548034302546323186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;We had so much fun and can't wait til it snows again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TP6Tz_ZbtfI/AAAAAAAACHw/9NM1zAiEEWU/s400/DSC01156%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548034312367748594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt; Hiding in the fort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-3910059176500064529?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3910059176500064529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=3910059176500064529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/3910059176500064529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/3910059176500064529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/winter-fun.html' title='WINTER FUN!'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TP6TyijxU3I/AAAAAAAACHY/c4fk92N9jWw/s72-c/DSC01149%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-5941601463007503299</id><published>2010-12-07T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T11:35:38.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A drawing worth entering!</title><content type='html'>I love to find a good deal, or even a chance at a good deal! Here is my latest find. This is from Alex, the person that I trust to do my hair. I was so excited to see it and thought I would pass it along to all of you! ( I'm not sure why I do this, I always seem to lose to someone that I told.) Anyway good luck! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TP6LHJC-fSI/AAAAAAAACGw/vn-P72j_7sE/s1600/drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TP6LHJC-fSI/AAAAAAAACGw/vn-P72j_7sE/s400/drawing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548024745770777890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://alexmesserly.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-holidays.html"&gt;Alex's Blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and leave a comment with your name and email.  She works at Onyx on 25th street in Ogden. You have until the 24th of December to enter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-5941601463007503299?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5941601463007503299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=5941601463007503299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/5941601463007503299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/5941601463007503299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/drawing-worth-entering.html' title='A drawing worth entering!'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TP6LHJC-fSI/AAAAAAAACGw/vn-P72j_7sE/s72-c/drawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-1320427717879969340</id><published>2010-12-03T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T11:55:46.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>It was my birthday and I got spoiled. Trevin and Cheyenne let me sleep in until 9am this morning and I truly loved every single minute! We stopped by the shop to see Dad in the middle of the day and ate lunch, which is always fun. That night we ate pizza (which I loved 'cause there aren't any dishes!) and Gage and Trevin made me a cake. I don't think that I've had my very own cake for a long time... I always get one at the family birthday parties, but it was cool that Gage made one at our house. It was the first cake he has ever made by himself and it was even a double layer cake. IMPRESSIVE!  We had to get pictures in fast cause Trevin was blowing out the candles. Here is the fake blow, that wasn't so fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TP6No6ehKsI/AAAAAAAACG4/Gf2VydNAy0A/s400/DSC01140.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548027524998572738" /&gt;Then the smiling picture that doesn't have candle lit because Trevin is really good a blowing them out. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TP6NphYJs6I/AAAAAAAACHA/A-wXVqK1vKg/s1600/DSC01141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TP6NphYJs6I/AAAAAAAACHA/A-wXVqK1vKg/s400/DSC01141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548027535440851874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For my birthday I got rock climbing gear!!! YAHOO! I love it and have used it a couple of times and can't wait to use it again in the spring. Gage also go me a webcam so I can "skype" all of my family that lives out of state, I just need to get Kami hooked up then life would be great! I also got my own "10 key Printing Calculator" don't laugh, I really need the practice using it! It was a great day!&lt;div&gt; My mom took me out to lunch the next day, Red Robin and it was delicious! She also completed my set of "The Work and The Glory" I read them in Jr. High and really liked them, so she started buying them for me, but we decided to buy them all 2nd hand and see how little we could spend on the full set. She has been awesome and I've gotten one for Christmas or my birthday every year. Vol 9 has been elusive on the 2nd hand market, but leave it to her to find it! Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Crabtrees got me a cuttlebug (scrapbooking embossing/diecut machine) but were unable to find one, so I got an "IOU", to my shock Sherry showed up the next day to deliver it. I think she tracked down the last one in Utah! I can't wait to use it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANKS FOR ALL THE BIRTHDAY WISHES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-1320427717879969340?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1320427717879969340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=1320427717879969340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/1320427717879969340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/1320427717879969340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-birthday.html' title='ANOTHER BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TP6No6ehKsI/AAAAAAAACG4/Gf2VydNAy0A/s72-c/DSC01140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-5996458908644408714</id><published>2010-11-30T11:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T11:19:07.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little privacy...</title><content type='html'>Trevin is so much fun, he has done great with the potty. He has only had a couple of accidents and they are always in the bathroom when he can't get his pants off fast enough. He is so upset when this happens.  Anyway the point is he has become so independent in taking himself to the bathroom, if he goes in and forgets to close the door and you walk in to check on him he says "Can you give me some privacy?" or "I meed some privacy." Leaving isn't enough you have to close the door.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TPVNA_r5bcI/AAAAAAAACGo/yW4l9EF4enU/s1600/DSC01124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TPVNA_r5bcI/AAAAAAAACGo/yW4l9EF4enU/s400/DSC01124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545423195667525058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't blame the kid, who doesn't like some privacy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-5996458908644408714?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5996458908644408714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=5996458908644408714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/5996458908644408714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/5996458908644408714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-privacy.html' title='A little privacy...'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TPVNA_r5bcI/AAAAAAAACGo/yW4l9EF4enU/s72-c/DSC01124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-3790558069852461249</id><published>2010-11-24T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T11:13:16.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR ALMOST BLIZZARD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tuesday Utah had it's first official "Blizzard Warning" since 2001. Stores closed early, College campuses cancelled classes. Warnings all over the radio and tv. Gage said I could go out that morning as long as I was home by 4pm. I was super excited, I had no where I had to be and made plans to stay home and make cinnamon rolls. I got this great idea to take a couple of pictures to document the occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5:07PM Bright and Sunny still...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TPVFLNNuM_I/AAAAAAAACGY/maF9cgjhTUY/s1600/DSC01110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TPVFLNNuM_I/AAAAAAAACGY/maF9cgjhTUY/s400/DSC01110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545414575004726258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5:30... It started, I was planning on taking all of these from the front porch but since I was in the kitchen you get to see out the back window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TPVFD3krf3I/AAAAAAAACGQ/dxciTxY1O1s/s1600/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TPVFD3krf3I/AAAAAAAACGQ/dxciTxY1O1s/s400/DSC01111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545414448936353650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5:49... Starting to stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TPVEpWmu-FI/AAAAAAAACF4/pjMUeVlcxzk/s1600/DSC01112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TPVEpWmu-FI/AAAAAAAACF4/pjMUeVlcxzk/s400/DSC01112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545413993410000978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6:25 ...It was pretty windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TPVEoTG1bpI/AAAAAAAACFw/EU0hB65Q5bI/s1600/DSC01113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TPVEoTG1bpI/AAAAAAAACFw/EU0hB65Q5bI/s400/DSC01113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545413975291031186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7:21... This might get exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TPVEn-r_wzI/AAAAAAAACFo/-raTDQBkIW4/s1600/DSC01114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TPVEn-r_wzI/AAAAAAAACFo/-raTDQBkIW4/s400/DSC01114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545413969809752882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8:01 Gage got home and decided to shovel the drive way so it wouldn't take so long in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TPVEnWL51vI/AAAAAAAACFg/wsmKxURyEus/s1600/DSC01115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TPVEnWL51vI/AAAAAAAACFg/wsmKxURyEus/s400/DSC01115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545413958937728754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trevin got in his snow clothes and went out to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TPVEnGvDt0I/AAAAAAAACFY/z62OvoErYZo/s1600/DSC01117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TPVEnGvDt0I/AAAAAAAACFY/z62OvoErYZo/s400/DSC01117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545413954790209346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By 8:30 the snow stopped and we didn't get any more, so our blizzard  produced about 1.5 -2 inches of snow! Either way it was fun and the cinnamon rolls were yummy! I put my recipe on the side of my blog if your interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TPVFSBQT3RI/AAAAAAAACGg/kO_g_s4T14M/s400/DSC01118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545414692053441810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-3790558069852461249?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3790558069852461249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=3790558069852461249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/3790558069852461249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/3790558069852461249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-almost-blizzard.html' title='OUR ALMOST BLIZZARD'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TPVFLNNuM_I/AAAAAAAACGY/maF9cgjhTUY/s72-c/DSC01110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-2097146041628166609</id><published>2010-11-19T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T16:01:28.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She was tired.</title><content type='html'>Monday I spent the morning cleaning for a class I was having at my house that evening. The kids had been playing hard in the basement, when I finally got everything clean it was time for lunch. I don't know how everyone else's kids are but when mine eat they make a huge mess. So I opted to buy lunchables at the store and let them eat in the car (Does that make me an awful parent?) We made it to the store, bought everything we needed and got back in the car. I opened their lunchables and let them eat while I made a couple of stops on the way home. This is what I found when I opened the truck door to get Cheyenne out.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TOcPabKLO0I/AAAAAAAACFQ/47pEBzxk57E/s1600/DSC01105%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TOcPabKLO0I/AAAAAAAACFQ/47pEBzxk57E/s400/DSC01105%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541414813144136514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She must have been too tired to finish eating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-2097146041628166609?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2097146041628166609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=2097146041628166609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2097146041628166609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2097146041628166609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/she-was-tired.html' title='She was tired.'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TOcPabKLO0I/AAAAAAAACFQ/47pEBzxk57E/s72-c/DSC01105%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-5754238765262736699</id><published>2010-11-01T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:09:13.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HERO'S IN A HALF SHELL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;TURTLE POWER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 1 month before Halloween we started thinking about costumes, I thought it would be a lot of fun for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; to be Frankenstein, so I found a picture of a costume and showed him. He told me no. So, I asked him what he wanted to be. He told me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;minja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tuwtle&lt;/span&gt;, a blue one.  So that's what he was Leonardo the blue ninja turtle, with swords!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM7rZoBPReI/AAAAAAAACC4/vRtVtw6m9_Q/s1600/TURTLES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM7rZoBPReI/AAAAAAAACC4/vRtVtw6m9_Q/s400/TURTLES.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534619817556788706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next up Cheyenne's costume I found a super cute little pirate or I thought about a fairy, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; had other plans he was looking at the costumes with me and said "No... Cheyenne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;be's&lt;/span&gt; a purple one!" I immediately thought it would be fun and I knew Cheyenne wouldn't care either way. She was Donatello, the purple turtle with a stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM7rZQGe97I/AAAAAAAACCw/gVeAiEtZfOI/s1600/TURTLES-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM7rZQGe97I/AAAAAAAACCw/gVeAiEtZfOI/s400/TURTLES-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534619811136337842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think that Cheyenne was more into the role than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt;, he wasn't too crazy about the mask, but Cheyenne loved hers! She loved to be serious and Swing her stick and crouch down and pretend to fight. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; loved his sword and shell and always made sure we didn't forget his belt and letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM7rY2HfBcI/AAAAAAAACCo/dp2U6f3puBY/s1600/TURTLES-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM7rY2HfBcI/AAAAAAAACCo/dp2U6f3puBY/s400/TURTLES-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534619804161213890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To make the set complete I decided that Gage and I would join in the fun and dress up as turtles too. Gage requested to be Raphael, the red turtle with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sai&lt;/span&gt; (little hand swords). That left Michelangelo, the orange turtle with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nunchux&lt;/span&gt;, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM7rYoVNrzI/AAAAAAAACCg/IHo-DPH0wRo/s1600/Turtles-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM7rYoVNrzI/AAAAAAAACCg/IHo-DPH0wRo/s400/Turtles-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534619800460701490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once Dad dressed up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; liked his costume a lot more and even wanted to wear the mask. The three of my turtle buddies loved to wrestle and fight with their weapons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trick or treating was a blast. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; figured out that you can only go to the houses with lights on and was hard to keep from running to house to house! Cheyenne figured out that if you say trick or treat when they open the door, you'll get candy. She was very possessive of her bucket, once it had candy in it, she wouldn't even let us hang it on the stroller... it HAD to be in her hands. They had so much fun and once again I think passing out candy at house was almost as fun as trick or treating... It's just to bad that we don't get very many trick or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;treater's&lt;/span&gt; on our street. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year we didn't have any inside Halloween parties to go to, we had fun showing off our costumes and grandparent's houses, but I missed the carnival type party. Maybe next year we'll throw one ourselves! Stay posted if we do you're all invited!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM7zGSIJE6I/AAAAAAAACDA/p0F7W0rek0M/s1600/DSC01096+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM7zGSIJE6I/AAAAAAAACDA/p0F7W0rek0M/s400/DSC01096+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534628281355670434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hero's in a half shell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;TURTLE POWER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-5754238765262736699?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5754238765262736699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=5754238765262736699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/5754238765262736699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/5754238765262736699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/heros-in-half-shell.html' title='HERO&apos;S IN A HALF SHELL...'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM7rZoBPReI/AAAAAAAACC4/vRtVtw6m9_Q/s72-c/TURTLES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-9135620066731710426</id><published>2010-11-01T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:52:25.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE HALLOWEEN FUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM71q6pQ4cI/AAAAAAAACDI/DVNZQWLtJVI/s1600/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM71q6pQ4cI/AAAAAAAACDI/DVNZQWLtJVI/s400/DSC01078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534631109730558402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With Ryan and Alex, the COWBOY and INDIAN. I wish I had gotten a better picture of just these two. I loved their costumes. I don't think this picture shows of Alex's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mohawk&lt;/span&gt; enough. I missed getting picture with my side of the family in their costume's. We usually stop by my aunt and uncle's for a movie after trick or treating but this year I had to work at 9pm, so no party, but Sierra and her husband had some fun costumes, I'll be adding pictures to this post, when I get them. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM7zGSIJE6I/AAAAAAAACDA/p0F7W0rek0M/s1600/DSC01096+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pumpkin Carving... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Everyone working hard cleaning out their pumpkins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM734-7VcZI/AAAAAAAACDo/oT-wHiqs3BM/s400/DSC01049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534633550421520786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;At first Cheyenne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; too sure about this. She like that she got to stand up at the table. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM733B9JdSI/AAAAAAAACDQ/P3-HRAjhR74/s400/DSC01038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534633516874691874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Then after watching every one start digging in she got a little braver and stuck her hands in...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM734BN-g9I/AAAAAAAACDY/Y33PFawPuX8/s400/DSC01046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534633533856711634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Then she decided it was more fun to just play in the pumpkin guts and skip pulling it out of the pumpkin!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM734ivMrUI/AAAAAAAACDg/sqbpFnI5KqM/s400/DSC01050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534633542854421826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;loved carving&lt;/span&gt; pumpkins this year. He was a little hesitant to reach in the first time, but then did a pretty good job of cleaning out his pumpkin, with only a little help from mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM757Mez0sI/AAAAAAAACDw/SN_nuUKxKiM/s400/DSC01051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534635787442967234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;"Look at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; huge pile of pumpkin guts, I like pumpkin guts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM757eCgbPI/AAAAAAAACD4/E1q7KN0ZAws/s400/DSC01053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534635792156093682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That actual carving was the best part! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; picked circle eyes, a square nose and a scary mouth. Perfecting the carving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM758LxowMI/AAAAAAAACEA/lUDkqZkmc38/s400/DSC01057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534635804433367234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;He was so proud of his pumpkin!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM758Wsr9mI/AAAAAAAACEI/pPY1iRXww0w/s400/DSC01061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534635807365396066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Gage was the master carver this year. He carved both of our huge pumpkins that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; picked out with a little bit of help from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Chey&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM78bi8tOAI/AAAAAAAACEo/9M5mH-36e9Q/s400/DSC01058+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534638542253012994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;His pumpkins, I like that the candle in the evil one ended up being so bright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM78avoWfvI/AAAAAAAACEg/rNvY3PEE2u0/s400/DSC01065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534638528477429490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;I did a "goofy" pumpkin. It was broken before I finished, but I still took a picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM78adksveI/AAAAAAAACEY/avPj2nKqIRQ/s400/DSC01067+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534638523630271970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; loved lighting the candles inside the pumpkin each night, but not for the reason you might think... he loved that is meant that before he went to bed he got to "blow out a wishing candles!" What can I say, we have a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt; birthdays in the family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM78aDnpU8I/AAAAAAAACEQ/2sm8nPVSUW0/s400/DSC01068+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534638516663309250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-9135620066731710426?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9135620066731710426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=9135620066731710426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/9135620066731710426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/9135620066731710426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-halloween-fun.html' title='MORE HALLOWEEN FUN!'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TM71q6pQ4cI/AAAAAAAACDI/DVNZQWLtJVI/s72-c/DSC01078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-8908581614237086102</id><published>2010-10-29T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T16:47:04.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fridge worthy picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This picture has been on my fridge for about a month and I decided today to share it with you. Over the summer we started rock climbing and as you all know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; loved it. He loved to watch, but most of all he loved when dad made him a harness and he got to climb himself. So one day I got him out some paper and pen to color and this is what he made. (FYI this is the first picture he has ever drawn that was more than just scribbles.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMtZVIynaoI/AAAAAAAACCQ/ctPxvGTq_-4/s400/Trevin%27s+version+of+rock+climbing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533614786826693250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he finished he told me to look, so I did and I asked what he drew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt;: "I made a rock climbing!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: "Wow!, that is rock climbing" Then I asked him what the lines down the middle were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt;: "Those are a ropes for climbing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: "What about the big circles?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt;: "That a huge rock!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: "What about the stuff at the bottom? Are those more rocks?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt;: "No dose are my friends. Ats Dad, and Mom, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt;, and Alex, and Cheyenne."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMtcKbqYiwI/AAAAAAAACCY/tcxKI-OfOLM/s1600/Trevin%27s+version+of+rock+climbing+interp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMtcKbqYiwI/AAAAAAAACCY/tcxKI-OfOLM/s400/Trevin%27s+version+of+rock+climbing+interp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533617901448760066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty good huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-8908581614237086102?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8908581614237086102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=8908581614237086102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8908581614237086102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8908581614237086102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/fridge-worthy-picture.html' title='A fridge worthy picture'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMtZVIynaoI/AAAAAAAACCQ/ctPxvGTq_-4/s72-c/Trevin%27s+version+of+rock+climbing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-6952452165835094374</id><published>2010-10-28T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:07:04.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMnjBITlnLI/AAAAAAAACBw/7tvHVwxrotQ/s1600/DSC01026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMnjBITlnLI/AAAAAAAACBw/7tvHVwxrotQ/s400/DSC01026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533203225750379698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week we got to celebrate Gage's birthday. I love Gage's birthday, because I get to spoil him for the wonderful man that he is and he doesn't put up at fight.  We all got up early and ate breakfast together, nothing fancy, just cereal. This was unusual because we are usually still asleep in bed when Dad leaves for work. Later that day we took Gage lunch at work, which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chey&lt;/span&gt; always love to do. They think it is fun to see their dad in the middle of the day. We had yummy turkey sandwiches at Gage's request, and POP. When Gage got home from work we ate Chicken Cordon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bleu&lt;/span&gt; and mashed potatoes, It turned out yummy, even the kids ate it with out too much of a fuss. Next the part &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; had been waiting for, "wishing candles and presents!" I make Gage a pie every year for his birthday (he LOVES pie). I try to make a different kind each year, I know I'll run out soon, but so far I've only had to make 4 so I can still surprise him. This year Banana Cream with a vanilla wafer crust.  Yum.&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMnip_g2ZXI/AAAAAAAACBo/0YbYTkjuTNo/s400/DSC01028+-+Copy.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533202828253095282" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gage is now one year older, but still young... If you can count how many candles are on that pie then you'll know how old he is, but my lips are sealed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; and Cheyenne were super excited about dad opening presents. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMniLzu9XFI/AAAAAAAACBg/AQagCRcOPS8/s1600/DSC01031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMniLzu9XFI/AAAAAAAACBg/AQagCRcOPS8/s400/DSC01031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533202309694970962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They helped me wrap them, so they knew what was inside and did a good job keeping MOST of them a secret. This was the hit of the night... How to Train you Dragon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMnh-m4O4hI/AAAAAAAACBY/uSIpYPn1KU4/s1600/DSC01035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMnh-m4O4hI/AAAAAAAACBY/uSIpYPn1KU4/s400/DSC01035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533202082905907730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheyenne saw it and yelled "Wow a Dragon!" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; immediately went to setting up the DVD player so we could watch it... and we did!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GAGE!!! We Love You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-6952452165835094374?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6952452165835094374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=6952452165835094374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/6952452165835094374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/6952452165835094374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMnjBITlnLI/AAAAAAAACBw/7tvHVwxrotQ/s72-c/DSC01026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-3820093394699612294</id><published>2010-10-26T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T13:49:15.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Decorations</title><content type='html'>We love Halloween at our house. I enjoy the dressing up part and Gage enjoys the  spider webs. Every year when October hits Gage asks "Can we get some of those white spider webs?" I'm pretty sure that if we didn't put them up in the house then it wouldn't really be Halloween in his eyes. This year they have taken over the railings in our house, the kids love them too. I decided to jump on the band wagon and embrace it. So after reading my  SIL's blog and seeing all of their homemade Halloween decorations we decided to make some too.  This is our little family of pipe cleaner spiders.  From the Bottom left, is Dad, then Trevin, next is Cheyenne and up at the top is Mom. My kids will  (yes both of them) will tell you who each of them are if you happen to come over. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMnmw3jLivI/AAAAAAAACCI/x4_6vQOGlYM/s1600/DSC01000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMnmw3jLivI/AAAAAAAACCI/x4_6vQOGlYM/s400/DSC01000.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533207344420981490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an idea stolen straight from Joni... Flying bats. I had a couple of Lindsay's girls over, and they had lots of fun helping. I cut all the bats out and Trevin and the girls helped me glue them together and hang them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMnmwfkVdhI/AAAAAAAACCA/nrnN-ueiNuU/s1600/DSC00999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMnmwfkVdhI/AAAAAAAACCA/nrnN-ueiNuU/s400/DSC00999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533207337983374866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They thought it was lots of fun to watch them fly when a breeze hit. Now we feel festive enough for Halloween to come, the only thing that we missed out on this year was "Booing" our neighbors. I usually start one of these every year, but our neighborhood doesn't really get into it so I passed on doing it this year, but next year will be different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMnmvzcVQ1I/AAAAAAAACB4/dg-EH8kqmS4/s1600/DSC00996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMnmvzcVQ1I/AAAAAAAACB4/dg-EH8kqmS4/s400/DSC00996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533207326138647378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-3820093394699612294?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3820093394699612294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=3820093394699612294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/3820093394699612294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/3820093394699612294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-decorations.html' title='Halloween Decorations'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMnmw3jLivI/AAAAAAAACCI/x4_6vQOGlYM/s72-c/DSC01000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-7510836737035218859</id><published>2010-10-21T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T13:31:53.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POTTY TRAINED</title><content type='html'>Hip Hip... HOORAY!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; is potty trained!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMCclARkZLI/AAAAAAAACAw/WJpU0vy0GwQ/s1600/DSC00979+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMCclARkZLI/AAAAAAAACAw/WJpU0vy0GwQ/s400/DSC00979+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530592501953750194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After multiple failed attempt, mostly because of me giving up... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; is finally potty trained. We couldn't be more proud of our little man. He takes himself to the bathroom and doesn't need any reminders, it is awesome. We had lots of gimmicks that we tried... Here's what worked for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt;. A potty chart to color after each time he went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMCaiCderqI/AAAAAAAACAg/6K_a4Vm13BI/s1600/DSC00979+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMCcK4QNc6I/AAAAAAAACAo/qBIdfHxkUBQ/s400/trevin+potty+chart.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530592053123969954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He got to use a dry erase marker and color ONE square if he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pottied&lt;/span&gt; in the toilet and TWO squares if he pooped in the toilet. This was lots of fun and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definately&lt;/span&gt; looked forward to this. (On the flip side an accident meant erasing a square or two.) Once he had the chart all the way colored in he got a reward, a matchbox car tractor! The tractor's sat on the back of the toilet to be his reminder/motivator. &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMCah2jORrI/AAAAAAAACAY/s6NjqhgVQUQ/s400/DSC00978.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530590248780580530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is so proud that we got to take down the chart, because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; is a big boy now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMCahYkuoYI/AAAAAAAACAQ/XlPpL0kQgJU/s1600/DSC00982+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMCahYkuoYI/AAAAAAAACAQ/XlPpL0kQgJU/s400/DSC00982+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530590240733831554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is even more proud of these... HIS BIG BOY UNDERWEAR!!!  We tried to potty train in pull-ups and it didn't work, he wet them... I had no idea... no training happened.  So when we decided it was finally time, he went straight to big boy pants (more work for me, but definitely more effective). He loves to pick out what underwear to wear each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMCahAyKNaI/AAAAAAAACAI/Risc3ua1Bo0/s1600/DSC00983+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMCahAyKNaI/AAAAAAAACAI/Risc3ua1Bo0/s400/DSC00983+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530590234347713954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe how independent he has gotten. He loves to get himself ready for bed and get dressed in the morning. He loves to make his bed and throw his dishes in the sink. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; has a couple of regular chores around the house, once a week he empties the bathroom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;garbages&lt;/span&gt; and wants to do it all himself. His newest chore... starting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; dishwasher. &lt;div&gt;A couple weeks ago he told me "I started the dishwasher, Mom."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, but we need to put soap in it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, "I did put soap in it."&lt;br /&gt;I said, "What did you use can you show me?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He took me to the cupboard under the sink and pulled out the soap, and told me "and I closed a little door." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure enough, he had gotten out the soap, opened it, poured it in the little compartment in the dishwasher, closed it's little door, shut the dishwasher and then started it! I was shocked, but now he gets to do this a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some other things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; does is put on his shoes, pump his legs on the swing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;reenact&lt;/span&gt; cartoon episodes, set up the TV to watch a DVD, and his favorite thing right now is to do "tricks" on his bike! We love you Trevin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-7510836737035218859?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7510836737035218859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=7510836737035218859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/7510836737035218859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/7510836737035218859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/potty-trained.html' title='POTTY TRAINED'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TMCclARkZLI/AAAAAAAACAw/WJpU0vy0GwQ/s72-c/DSC00979+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-390226441458670195</id><published>2010-10-15T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T12:06:10.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheyenne's Hair</title><content type='html'>Fixing Cheyenne's hair is usually a challenge for me. I pull one way and she pulls the other! I have a sister with 4 girls, and she always has all her girls hair fixed perfect and is really creative. I've tried to step up my game lately... Cheyenne has even been a sport and doesn't put up a fight if I let her watch "Mitty mouse cubhouse."  &lt;div&gt;On Monday, Lindsay and I made a bunch of fabric flowers to put in the girl's hair. So my challenge to myself this week has been to do fun hair do's and include accessories.  I love Chey in this picture! She is definitely not my baby girl anymore... that is the face of a toddler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLiiW38sxwI/AAAAAAAACAA/Pu3p7BMc3QY/s1600/DSC00861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLiiW38sxwI/AAAAAAAACAA/Pu3p7BMc3QY/s400/DSC00861.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528347056456648450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close ups of her hair, this part is easy, Cheyenne loves having her picture taken. So if I tell her we will take pictures after her hair is done, then she is thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLiiWd5Dm2I/AAAAAAAAB_4/Q9QaqSWhCDA/s1600/chey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLiiWd5Dm2I/AAAAAAAAB_4/Q9QaqSWhCDA/s400/chey2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528347049462045538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what we did today... I think I started her hair about 4 different ways, but this is what we came up with. I need her hair to be just a little longer to make her "UP" do's easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLiiWF-yrdI/AAAAAAAAB_w/ZLbogvBXMjg/s1600/chey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLiiWF-yrdI/AAAAAAAAB_w/ZLbogvBXMjg/s400/chey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528347043043651026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves "cippie" also known as hair clips and is excited when I let her pick which one she gets to wear. But more than clips, Chey LOVES shoes! This is probably an understatement... She steals shoes that get left by the front door(visitors shoes) and I am constantly picking up shoes that she has pulled out of our closest. She loves adult shoes the most because they are easy to put on by herself. I love to see how proud she is to walk around in her Dad's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLiiV5LsVHI/AAAAAAAAB_o/kLkz0v-lXys/s1600/DSC00886a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLiiV5LsVHI/AAAAAAAAB_o/kLkz0v-lXys/s400/DSC00886a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528347039608099954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-390226441458670195?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/390226441458670195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=390226441458670195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/390226441458670195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/390226441458670195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/cheyennes-hair.html' title='Cheyenne&apos;s Hair'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLiiW38sxwI/AAAAAAAACAA/Pu3p7BMc3QY/s72-c/DSC00861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-564715812854171615</id><published>2010-10-12T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T10:48:13.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FALL DECORATIONS</title><content type='html'>My sisters and I go to the crafts show at the Golden Spike Arena once or twice a year. When we go we look for things that we think are cute, but would never pay the asking price for. Then we go home and figure out how to make them. This year we saw some cute, easy to make pumpkins.&lt;div&gt;Gage cut the wood for us, and I shopped around for the couple of supplies that I didn't already have around the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, Lindsay and Sierra came over to make them. We made our sets bigger than the ones we saw at the show, cause I knew mine would get placed on a high shelf. Brinlee and Raigen helped us paint, Cheyenne kept Taylor entertained, and surprisingly Trevin and Hallie played nice together! As you might guess it was very noisy at my house with 6 kids age four and under. But as usual we all had fun and got a lot done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLSc-OHS1xI/AAAAAAAAB_g/9yPy8s0Z0EM/s1600/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLSc-OHS1xI/AAAAAAAAB_g/9yPy8s0Z0EM/s400/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527215235444954898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The finished product...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLSc95IqshI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/kNg5j4cx5R8/s1600/DSC00854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLSc95IqshI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/kNg5j4cx5R8/s400/DSC00854.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527215229813568018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so pleased with the outcome, good thing Lindsay was around to tie all the bows for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part... each set came out costing $5.00 not the $28.00 they wanted at the show! Plus I got to hang out with my sisters :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-564715812854171615?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/564715812854171615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=564715812854171615' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/564715812854171615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/564715812854171615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-decorations.html' title='FALL DECORATIONS'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLSc-OHS1xI/AAAAAAAAB_g/9yPy8s0Z0EM/s72-c/DSC00852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-2408673774969020383</id><published>2010-10-11T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T08:22:40.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Bread</title><content type='html'>In May I decided I would try to make bread. I spent the afternoon working on it, following the instructions exactly. Needless to say, when it didn't turn out at all I was very disappointed. Gage told me that we needed to take pictures of my first attempt and I was so opposed, I though there is no way I'm ever showing off this failed attempt...why take pictures? But we did.  And we ate most of it as hard and crumbly as it was. Gage even said it wasn't that bad, I agreed to disagree on that topic. So now that I can look back and laugh at it here is the picture that Gage took.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLMoUkfvMII/AAAAAAAAB_Q/cE1Mw-bahIc/s1600/IMG_0014a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLMoUkfvMII/AAAAAAAAB_Q/cE1Mw-bahIc/s400/IMG_0014a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526805501573017730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After thinking about my failed attempt for the last few months I decided to ask Gage for a favor. I asked him to think of someone's bread that he has had in the past and give me a name. That way I could track down their recipe. (Yep I decided the first one wasn't my fault at all... I just had a faulty recipe! HA HA probably not, but it's a nice thought.) It took him about 5 seconds to make a decision, Alice's Bread. One of his best friends mom. Once I tracked it down I got to work. This time with much better results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLMoT1h8-_I/AAAAAAAAB_I/LCbV-bijiU8/s1600/DSC00849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLMoT1h8-_I/AAAAAAAAB_I/LCbV-bijiU8/s400/DSC00849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526805488965843954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was really yummy and soft. Maybe next time I'll be able to make the loaf a little prettier, but for now I'm thrilled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-2408673774969020383?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2408673774969020383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=2408673774969020383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2408673774969020383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2408673774969020383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/homemade-bread.html' title='Homemade Bread'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLMoUkfvMII/AAAAAAAAB_Q/cE1Mw-bahIc/s72-c/IMG_0014a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-690534474628674068</id><published>2010-10-09T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T10:50:40.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wouldn't it be nice!</title><content type='html'>I was checking out a couple of my favorite blogs today and ran into this awesome &lt;a href="http://brownpaper--packages.blogspot.com/2010/10/giveawaythe-original-scrapbox.html"&gt;giveaway&lt;/a&gt;. I don't actually scrapbook all that much but I love making cards. What I hate about it all is the clutter and reorganizing paper after I've pulled it all out of the bin to find that certain color! I found the solution to all my problems... &lt;a href="http://theoriginalscrapbox.com/catalog/products/the-paper-tower"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"THE PAPER TOWER"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLDgTOhnFmI/AAAAAAAAB_A/G31JX5P2kxE/s1600/PaperTower_Open.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLDgTOhnFmI/AAAAAAAAB_A/G31JX5P2kxE/s400/PaperTower_Open.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526163363704804962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wouldn't this be an awesome addition to anyone's scrapbooking room! Wouldn't it be even better to win it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-690534474628674068?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/690534474628674068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=690534474628674068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/690534474628674068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/690534474628674068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/wouldnt-it-be-nice.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t it be nice!'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TLDgTOhnFmI/AAAAAAAAB_A/G31JX5P2kxE/s72-c/PaperTower_Open.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-7251633417771228747</id><published>2010-10-08T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T11:05:52.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;"God, our Father, has entrusted precious little ones to our earthly care. To them may we teach prayer, inspire faith, live truth, and honor God. Then we shall have heavenly homes and forever families. For what higher gift could we wish? For what greater blessing could we pray? None!"&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;--Thomas S. Monson &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-7251633417771228747?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7251633417771228747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=7251633417771228747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/7251633417771228747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/7251633417771228747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/quote.html' title='A Quote'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-1923104330460871854</id><published>2010-10-01T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T17:18:49.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MMM...Crabtree Soup</title><content type='html'>After getting off to a rough start, Crabtree soup and I are on very good terms! I love to have tomato soup especially on crisp fall days. So even though it takes quite some effort to supply my family for the year, it is totally worth it. Here's what you have to do...&lt;div&gt;Grow tomatoes...  and wait patiently for them to turn red. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next pick them...&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKZ2WOk98wI/AAAAAAAAB-4/xZat5Tt_t2o/s1600/DSC00818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKZ2WOk98wI/AAAAAAAAB-4/xZat5Tt_t2o/s400/DSC00818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523232117258842882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then wash them and cut them up...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKZ2ViCqZDI/AAAAAAAAB-w/Iq0YXGh0eK8/s1600/DSC00819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKZ2ViCqZDI/AAAAAAAAB-w/Iq0YXGh0eK8/s400/DSC00819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523232105303794738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Juice the tomatoes...This step is most easily completed if you have a willing 2 year old that likes to get messy and a mother in law with an electric juicer that she is willing to let you borrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKZ2Vb0V11I/AAAAAAAAB-o/MRM9madgJk0/s1600/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKZ2Vb0V11I/AAAAAAAAB-o/MRM9madgJk0/s400/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523232103633114962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trevin really loves to do this and is getting pretty good at it. He was so excited to "feed the vegable machine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKZ1zd3nWsI/AAAAAAAAB-g/mA9o-bapcK8/s1600/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKZ1zd3nWsI/AAAAAAAAB-g/mA9o-bapcK8/s400/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523231520068164290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yum... yummy juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKZ1y1oDZAI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/i1DphFQViJ0/s1600/DSC00835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKZ1y1oDZAI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/i1DphFQViJ0/s400/DSC00835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523231509265474562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next boil the juice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKZ1yaumQiI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/UhCMHtK1Xqg/s1600/DSC00837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKZ1yaumQiI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/UhCMHtK1Xqg/s400/DSC00837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523231502045168162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Put into cans, add salt, and process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKZ1yHbPZKI/AAAAAAAAB-I/J2bPTn5mj9E/s1600/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKZ1yHbPZKI/AAAAAAAAB-I/J2bPTn5mj9E/s400/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523231496863704226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once you processed all the cans, step back and admire your work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKZ1x2Y1EeI/AAAAAAAAB-A/fbHJt-Fh9do/s1600/DSC00844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKZ1x2Y1EeI/AAAAAAAAB-A/fbHJt-Fh9do/s400/DSC00844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523231492290187746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of the year is easy. Pull out a can warm in the microwave, add cooked macaroni elbow noodles, &amp;amp; a little bit of cheddar cheese and ENJOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 26 quarts I made last year, wasn't enough to feed the 4 of us. It required rationing when the summer hit. I think I'm pretty safe with the 42 quarts this year, but who knows with how my kids inhale food right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-1923104330460871854?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1923104330460871854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=1923104330460871854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/1923104330460871854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/1923104330460871854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/mmmcrabtree-soup.html' title='MMM...Crabtree Soup'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKZ2WOk98wI/AAAAAAAAB-4/xZat5Tt_t2o/s72-c/DSC00818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-8429679228214824284</id><published>2010-09-27T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T10:19:01.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK CLIMBING</title><content type='html'>This summer Bubba took Gage and I rock climbing. Once was all it took to convince us that this was a sport that we really enjoyed. Gage is getting his Christmas presents early this year and I convinced him to do the same for me... I asked for rock climbing gear.  I was so excited. We made our first run with our own gear while Bubba was still available to teach me how to belay.&lt;div&gt;Bubba lead climbing. I'm not to this daring yet, but maybe one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDNLT0-pzI/AAAAAAAAB9I/H4xmCz9Uvgk/s1600/DSC00737+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDNLT0-pzI/AAAAAAAAB9I/H4xmCz9Uvgk/s400/DSC00737+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521638737340966706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gage belaying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDNLOopUwI/AAAAAAAAB9A/6A8daBb5KBU/s1600/DSC00740+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDNLOopUwI/AAAAAAAAB9A/6A8daBb5KBU/s400/DSC00740+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521638735947059970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gage being real daring and letting me belay him. It felt so retarded the first time I did it but it was a lot better by the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDNKsi1M4I/AAAAAAAAB84/yilQV8MK5wA/s1600/DSC00769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDNKsi1M4I/AAAAAAAAB84/yilQV8MK5wA/s400/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521638726795867010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gage climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDNKNgpxBI/AAAAAAAAB8w/QF2x-P8Gzys/s1600/DSC00743+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDNKNgpxBI/AAAAAAAAB8w/QF2x-P8Gzys/s400/DSC00743+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521638718465229842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trevin and Cheyenne sit patiently in the back of the truck watching until Gage tells Trevin it is time to get ready for his turn. Trevin as usual loves this kind of thing. Gage made him a harness the first time he came with us and Trevin always makes sure it is in the backpack before we leave. Trevin prepping for his climb. He is very independent and doesn't want any help once he is all hooked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDL3BfyUWI/AAAAAAAAB8o/ObzZQt_xjxM/s1600/DSC00751+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDL3BfyUWI/AAAAAAAAB8o/ObzZQt_xjxM/s400/DSC00751+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521637289311228258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trevin climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDL2ysXhXI/AAAAAAAAB8g/9bzgKPTHEAw/s1600/DSC00754+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDL2ysXhXI/AAAAAAAAB8g/9bzgKPTHEAw/s400/DSC00754+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521637285337466226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDL2QTHg6I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/CAu-iDZTanA/s1600/DSC00760+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDL2QTHg6I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/CAu-iDZTanA/s400/DSC00760+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521637276104754082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting a few pointers from Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDK4Enr72I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/x6D9stqafuI/s1600/DSC00757+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDK4Enr72I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/x6D9stqafuI/s400/DSC00757+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521636207817912162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheyenne always wants in on the action too. If Trevin can do it she can too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDK3iZFDUI/AAAAAAAAB8I/heAyXTwVOP4/s1600/DSC00765+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDK3iZFDUI/AAAAAAAAB8I/heAyXTwVOP4/s400/DSC00765+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521636198629838146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She actually climbed, with help from Bubba but she reached for ledges and pushed up with her feet. She was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDJ2UkzvLI/AAAAAAAAB8A/hNHBRpybCoc/s1600/DSC00763+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDJ2UkzvLI/AAAAAAAAB8A/hNHBRpybCoc/s400/DSC00763+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521635078229441714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With it getting dark earlier, we are hard pressed to fit in runs. But hopefully we'll get to go a few more times before it gets too cold. I really like that this is a sport that the whole family can get involved in and I can't wait for a few more years when the kids can really get into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDJd_lFTNI/AAAAAAAAB74/0M4DD-NNSRg/s1600/DSC00761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDJd_lFTNI/AAAAAAAAB74/0M4DD-NNSRg/s400/DSC00761.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521634660276587730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-8429679228214824284?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8429679228214824284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=8429679228214824284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8429679228214824284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8429679228214824284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/rock-climbing.html' title='ROCK CLIMBING'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDNLT0-pzI/AAAAAAAAB9I/H4xmCz9Uvgk/s72-c/DSC00737+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-6578691898820684268</id><published>2010-09-25T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:06:51.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEYENNE in the spot light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TJ42F08wUpI/AAAAAAAAB7w/8Rv6kE5EisM/s1600/DSC00565+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TJ42F08wUpI/AAAAAAAAB7w/8Rv6kE5EisM/s400/DSC00565+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520909666943521426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last week or so I've had Trevin watch a Leap Frog Letter show. He loves it and wants to watch it all the time. He has started picking out letters everywhere.  On our shirts and on signs while we are out working. He'll see a letter and tell us what it says. It is so exciting to see how fast he learns. But nothing has been more impressive this week than when I started asking Cheyenne what the letters say... at barely 18 months old Cheyenne knows all the sounds of the alphabet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PuRzYpvLLmE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PuRzYpvLLmE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We put her on YouTube. If the embedded video isn't working &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PuRzYpvLLmE"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt; to check out my little girl showing off how smart she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-6578691898820684268?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6578691898820684268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=6578691898820684268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/6578691898820684268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/6578691898820684268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/cheyenne-in-spot-light.html' title='CHEYENNE in the spot light'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TJ42F08wUpI/AAAAAAAAB7w/8Rv6kE5EisM/s72-c/DSC00565+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-8912800925304960917</id><published>2010-09-18T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T11:39:39.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ward Campout</title><content type='html'>Our ward camp out was really late in the year, it was scheduled for September 11. Our little family was excited to go, we missed it last year and we haven't been camping at all this year.  Gage got off work a little early so we could  get set up and enjoy hanging out with everyone from the ward. Turns out every one had checked the weather and had seen that it was supposed to get really cold that night and this is the turn out. We had 4 families come! Everyone else's loss, WE HAD A BLAST! &lt;div&gt;The whole crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDe6-luCdI/AAAAAAAAB9w/aSm_4xqPdCY/s1600/wardcamp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDe6-luCdI/AAAAAAAAB9w/aSm_4xqPdCY/s400/wardcamp3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521658247971211730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trevin was so excited to set up the tent, you can see it in the top left corner. Then it was time to build a fire. Trevin and Cheyenne both had fun watching dad. They were both really excited when we pulled out all the stuff we needed to make Crabtree Soup!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDe6DNpN_I/AAAAAAAAB9o/HhMZyG7Gjzg/s1600/wardcamp4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDe6DNpN_I/AAAAAAAAB9o/HhMZyG7Gjzg/s400/wardcamp4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521658232032540658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The soup was delicious and just what we needed on a chilly night. We had lots of fun hanging out by the fire. The little kids that were there decided it was a lot of fun to set their marshmallows on fire. Cheyenne figured out that putting her hands in her pockets kept them warm. I think that Trevin and Gage ate a whole bag of marshmallows between the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDe54s8C2I/AAAAAAAAB9g/QdN4p_TmJ3Y/s1600/wardcamp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDe54s8C2I/AAAAAAAAB9g/QdN4p_TmJ3Y/s400/wardcamp2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521658229211007842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When it was time for bed, the kids and I headed to the tent to start bundling up. They each had their PJs, then Their regular clothes, then two jackets, and hats. Like I said we knew it was gunna be cold that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDe5fmlU_I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/yyjUFv2Bvsc/s1600/wardcamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDe5fmlU_I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/yyjUFv2Bvsc/s400/wardcamp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521658222473466866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The plan was for Trevin and Gage to share a mummy bag and for Mom and Cheyenne to share the other. This didn't work out so great. Cheyenne has never really been the child that will fall asleep in your arms, she likes her own bed, where she can spread out. By midnight she had woken up screaming, because I was in her space, 3 times. So we decided to pack up and head to the truck for the night. Trevin and Gage each got their own sleeping bag at that point. Cheyenne got the front passenger seat of the truck and a blanket. I got the driver's seat.  We ended up turning on the heater in the truck a couple of times through out the night. It was really cold, I sat awake and watched the thermostat from inside the truck...41...36...32... by the time it was time to wake up the thermostat read 26 degrees! Yikes! I was more than excited to get out of the truck and start a fire. To bad we forgot to bring the wood inside, it was all frozen. Before long the sun came out and we all thawed. Trevin and Gage said they were both really warm in the tent (Gage slept just fine in shorts.) Breakfast was really yummy pancakes and sausage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I love this picture of my two boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDe41QiCII/AAAAAAAAB9Q/RZDCSeH7tv4/s1600/DSC00791+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDe41QiCII/AAAAAAAAB9Q/RZDCSeH7tv4/s400/DSC00791+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521658211106687106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-8912800925304960917?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8912800925304960917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=8912800925304960917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8912800925304960917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8912800925304960917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/ward-campout.html' title='Ward Campout'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TKDe6-luCdI/AAAAAAAAB9w/aSm_4xqPdCY/s72-c/wardcamp3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-2293196775299558558</id><published>2010-09-14T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T13:32:54.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Summer</title><content type='html'>I had Gage load all of the pictures from his phone onto the computer so I could add pictures to previous blogs. To my surprise there were lots of other summer pictures that I had forgotten about. So here they are, some of the random fun things that made up our summer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_YpwRYC1I/AAAAAAAAB7o/WFY4QuSgCsM/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_YpwRYC1I/AAAAAAAAB7o/WFY4QuSgCsM/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516866280396163922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did this last year and I decided to do it again this year. Who knows maybe we'll make it a tradition. This hair cut is always followed by a buzz cut after about a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_YpBXKUGI/AAAAAAAAB7g/wI7aw-THZ4w/s1600/Untitled-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_YpBXKUGI/AAAAAAAAB7g/wI7aw-THZ4w/s400/Untitled-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516866267803963490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids were so excited when the weather got warm, we love to play outside. Everyone knows that summer time means Parade time. We go a great spot all to our selves at the city parade. With no other kids around us, we ended up getting candy from EVERYONE! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; and Cheyenne loved the little flags that got passed out and they loved getting candy and other prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_YaMY_UqI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/Vf06bWxf5mI/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_YaMY_UqI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/Vf06bWxf5mI/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516866013066384034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the fair after the parade. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; got to try the super big slide with his cousins. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; also won a bag of army men from the gator toss... but nothing compared to the loads of candy our kids brought home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_YZY9w90I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/lI9aIYVBeUU/s1600/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_YZY9w90I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/lI9aIYVBeUU/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516865999261988674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure when this next picture is fun, but I'm sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; was thrilled to be working with Dad at the time and even more excited to ride this fun toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_YYTMSDHI/AAAAAAAAB7I/EhdhS4i6o0c/s1600/Untitled-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_YYTMSDHI/AAAAAAAAB7I/EhdhS4i6o0c/s400/Untitled-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516865980532395122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always said I would never plant petunias, it is what my mom plants and they're way pretty, but I wanted something different. After a failed attempt at a flower garden last year, I planted petunias this year. And wow they have taken over! Here is a start of the season picture next to a middle of the season picture. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_YX3RYj1I/AAAAAAAAB7A/5GzKns34SyY/s1600/Untitled-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_YX3RYj1I/AAAAAAAAB7A/5GzKns34SyY/s400/Untitled-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516865973037600594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They grew way more than I expected and filled out the flower beds great. They didn't stop growing and have now taken over. They are taller than some of my baby bushes that we planted a 1 years ago! Maybe I'll plant petunias every year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-2293196775299558558?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2293196775299558558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=2293196775299558558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2293196775299558558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2293196775299558558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-summer.html' title='Random Summer'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_YpwRYC1I/AAAAAAAAB7o/WFY4QuSgCsM/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-3061109520901133093</id><published>2010-09-10T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T14:41:16.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMAGINATION</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago Trevin crawled over to my feet and started barking. "Ruff, Ruff, Treat." I asked if he was Trevin the dog. He barked and told me, "No, I Buster." After a couple of days of Trevin pretending to be a dog, Cheyenne decided to join in the fun. When I asked Trevin who his puppy friend was, he told me "she Joey." &lt;div&gt;So please meet Joey and Buster. The two cutest puppies in the WORLD!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIqiLelsd6I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/5ikRa38RoSY/s1600/DSC00709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIqiLelsd6I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/5ikRa38RoSY/s400/DSC00709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515399011742021538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the imagination these two have and I love that they feed off each other. If one of them decides to be a dog the other quickly plays along and lately we've had a lot of barking in the house. What is their favorite thing to play as dogs..."Chetch" (aka Fetch). They pick up whatever object we throw with their mouths and everything. I can't get over it because this isn't something that we encouraged or told them to do. Trevin knew dogs picked things up with their mouths and Cheyenne will do anything that Trevin does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buster playing fetch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIqiKwLx_OI/AAAAAAAAB5I/5uVZLPtMgmk/s1600/DSC00714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIqiKwLx_OI/AAAAAAAAB5I/5uVZLPtMgmk/s400/DSC00714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515398999285300450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joey playing fetch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIqiKN0td-I/AAAAAAAAB5A/1UybhRXcjfw/s1600/DSC00716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIqiKN0td-I/AAAAAAAAB5A/1UybhRXcjfw/s400/DSC00716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515398990061729762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joey and Buster will both ask for "bones" if they want a treat while being their dog selves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Sunday morning Cheyenne woke up early and Gage and I could hear her playing on her bed, panting. After a couple minutes we figured out what she was playing... DOG of coarse! What 17 month old doesn't wake up and first thing decided she should be a dog. We laughed so hard. Trevin wasn't far behind in figuring out that "Joey" was around. Before we knew it we had two puppies to try to get ready for church. We actually had to leave "Buster" strapped into his chair at the table until he turned back into Trevin, because dogs can't go to church. What a life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-3061109520901133093?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3061109520901133093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=3061109520901133093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/3061109520901133093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/3061109520901133093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/imagination.html' title='IMAGINATION'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIqiLelsd6I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/5ikRa38RoSY/s72-c/DSC00709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-5539676965020615542</id><published>2010-09-09T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T12:25:27.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LABOR DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Labor Day weekend was full of surprises and was a roller coaster of sorts with it's ups and downs, literally any figuratively. We planned a way fun weekend up at Bear Lake. We only made it up once this summer and we were really excited about going again. Gage recently got a new calling at church, Elder's Quorum President. I am so excited for him and he is nervous and excited, I know he'll do great. This is was his first week so we planned on coming home Saturday night to set up chairs for church and to be here on Sunday for the block meetings and all of Gage's other meetings and then head back up to the lake. Thus the ups and downs literally. We got to the Lake on Friday evening and had a fun night out at one of the local burger joints. Cheyenne tripped with matchbox car in her mouth just before we left the house Friday, she cut her tongue and I think the back of her throat, she refused to swallow and had drool dripping out of her mouth and wouldn't eat anything. Luckily she decided ice cream was OK to eat and by Saturday morning she was back to her usual self (thank goodness mouths heal fast!). Trevin loves the trailer and thought it was lots of fun to have everyone on the same bed to watch a movie, Dad even slept with him all night, since Cheyenne and I ducked out of the movie early to steal the other bed.&lt;br /&gt;We slept in as much as the sun would let us. Lately Trevin loves the 'Go Dog Go' book and in it it talks about night being a time to sleep and it's time to get up when the sun is up. So When it is dark outside Trevin will tell us, "Its dark outside, a time to go a bed." and then when he wakes up in the morning and it's light outside he'll excitedly say "Mom, Dad, The sun is up!" or "The sun is awake!" I love it. So we woke up when Trevin figured out the sun was awake and we got ready to go to Minnetonka cave.&lt;br /&gt;We had tried to go up once before on a rainy day but everyone else had had the same idea, we got up there and bought tickets and had about 20 minutes before our tour started. We told Trevin there are bats in the cave and got to show him some pictures. He was so excited by the time we headed into the cave. Cheyenne was happy to wander for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516851845894812626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_LhjkEs9I/AAAAAAAAB6g/ret4Fv_lBQI/s400/IMG_0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;At the mouth of the cave, we could already feel the cool breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516851838351570898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_LhHdn99I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/HGN4_vwcwTg/s400/IMG_0223.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Trevin did such a great job, he walked the whole mile tour (total in and out) and had lots of fun counting the stairs. There had to be about 400 each way. He liked all the rock and so did Cheyenne, Gage is tough and he carried Chey the whole way, which can't be easy with how squirmy she was trying to get down. We had lots of fun and our tour guide did a great job keeping the kids entertained. Trevin and Chey were awesome, neither one of them cried at the end of the tour when they turn out all the lights and you get the chance to experience "total darkness" and they liked pointing out all the boogers on the ceiling, aka stalagmites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids fell asleep on the ride back to the trailer, so we decided to go for a drive and listen to a book "Mocking Jay." Then when we got back to the trailer we ate and before we knew it Chersti and James and kids were up to join the party. We had lots of fun playing for a few hours and then it was time to head home for church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was excited to be home on Saturday night, I didn't feel all that great, but I made it through with Gage's help and support along with family helping with the kids while Gage was out. By Sunday I was feeling much better, church went great, Cheyenne and I got to help in the nursery, which was much better than wrestling with her in class or walking the halls. Gage finished his meetings and we were in the car again. You think after so many hours int he car our kids would get sick of it, but this time they slept, the whole way! When we got to the trailer the kids played with their cousins and I got dinner ready. We got to play a couple of rounds of 'sequence' with Ryan and Alex and got beat all but once. Then it was off to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday morning we decided to head up to Bloomington Lake. I wanted to try the rope swing, since I passed on it last time and Alex hadn't been before. There were quite a few people there, it being Labor Day and all. Alex thought we were plotting a trick against her when we made her put on a bathing suit before we left, she thought we were joking about the rope swing. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514983402419899746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIkoL1NpzWI/AAAAAAAAB4w/Re4NjzsPTJU/s400/DSC00726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;To her surprise everyone was really jumping in the lake with a rope swing when we made the hike in. Trevin loved watching everyone jump in and even counted down for them and cheered them on. Literally everyone (Dad, Bubba, Alex, Mom and complete strangers!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trevin chillin' out on the rocks watching everyone take the plunge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514983393889366738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIkoLVb0MtI/AAAAAAAAB4o/wr9lb-EGj7U/s400/DSC00729+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dad was the first in from our group. Trevin and Cheyenne sat with mom and thought it was awesome!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514979397243912002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIkkisxSP0I/AAAAAAAAB3w/XISdHrjGjG0/s400/DSC00720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514979407352014642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIkkjSbPpzI/AAAAAAAAB34/0ko6lLjVrns/s400/DSC00721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Right after Dad went in Trevin wanted a turn, I knew this would happen so I packed his swiming trunks, all it took was taking off his shirt in the cold weather and he changed his mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bubba's Back Flip...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514981413115764034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIkmYCelnUI/AAAAAAAAB4I/48UOO4HairE/s400/bubba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Alex is next...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514981417507785042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIkmYS1uiVI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/ug0RG9G19j4/s400/alex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Some of these pictures are blurry because they are taken from a video, but I needed the proof that I went in! Me...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIkmY8u61tI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/W9cOZ1VMnp0/s1600/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514981428753520338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIkmY8u61tI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/W9cOZ1VMnp0/s400/mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cheering section, Trevin even told me when to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514983384986504482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIkoK0RNTSI/AAAAAAAAB4g/mPPY9OlsZhg/s400/DSC00730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A family picture at Bloomington! If you haven't ever been, you should! It is gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514979718343381234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIkk1Y9XUPI/AAAAAAAAB4A/myN8mX_duSs/s400/DSC00733+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Bubba and Alex posing for a panoramic shot.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514983406997982098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIkoMGRJy5I/AAAAAAAAB44/wEEY3X5CVUs/s400/DSC00735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The rest of our trip was full of just relaxing and great views of the very blue Bear Lake! Maybe we'll try to make it up for one more trip...&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/4452433414527899954-5539676965020615542?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5539676965020615542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=5539676965020615542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/5539676965020615542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/5539676965020615542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/labor-day.html' title='LABOR DAY'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_LhjkEs9I/AAAAAAAAB6g/ret4Fv_lBQI/s72-c/IMG_0221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-4673838022876195787</id><published>2010-09-08T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T10:56:53.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TODDLERS</title><content type='html'>A surprise around every corner. That is what you get when you have two toddlers. I'm sure many of you are very aware of this fact, but some things just have to be recorded... and I would hate to allow Cheyenne's latest scheme to get forgotten. &lt;div&gt;I didn't take a picture I was too worried about trying to clean up the mess. I'll try to paint one in your mind. I was upstairs in the kitchen working on cards with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; being my "big helper." Cheyenne was quietly keeping herself entertained. (Yeah that should have been the first hint!) After about 15 minutes I hear Cheyenne "Mom... MOM... Hep(help)... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scuck&lt;/span&gt;" coming from the unfinished portion of our house. I think,"Great." It is a disaster area from construction and then I added to the mess this morning with card stuff. I can only imagine the mess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chey&lt;/span&gt; just added. I walk in, she isn't in dad's tool corner and she isn't in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; corner... she is on the computer table that sits smack in the middle of the room, computer tower knocked over, all the paper piles that had been on the table are now spread across the floor. She is very excited to see me, since she accidentally pushed the chair away from the table (her only escape route). Next, the worst part... she hands me a pencil and says "See." OH I SEE IT! She drew me a lovely picture all over the computer screen! Not just a small picture in one corner, my entire screen is covered with pencil.  After trying to erase it with an eraser for about 10 minutes (which doesn't work). I finally call Gage,  fortunately he is calm and tells me to just "Google" it. Luckily I've erased enough of the screen that I can see the blurry words of other unfortunate mothers that have experienced the same thing and worse. Most used a Mr Clean Magic Eraser, but I've seen what that can do to a finish on walls and didn't dare try it on my computer... so after more blurry searching... minimal Windex on a soft cloth, WORKED LIKE A CHARM! Cheyenne is forgiven and back in Mom's good graces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-4673838022876195787?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4673838022876195787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=4673838022876195787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/4673838022876195787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/4673838022876195787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/toddlers.html' title='TODDLERS'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-664799792918838946</id><published>2010-08-26T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T12:20:12.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tractor Rides</title><content type='html'>This afternoon we stopped by the shop to say "Hi" to Dad and I needed to learn how to do a couple of things on the computer. Trevin and Cheyenne love going to the shop, they not only get to see dad, but they get to see Bubba, and Grandma(sometimes), and PAPA! Trevin was especially excited to see Papa today. Trevin said Hi to Papa and then Papa asked Trevin if his dad had taken him to ride on the tractor. The answer was no. So Papa told Trevin "Go ask your Dad if you can drive the tractor." That is all the help Trevin needed. He hunted down Dad and said "We go drive a tractor?!" Trevin didn't stop asking about it all day! Dad brought home the tractor keys that night and we had a family outing to the farm. Trevin was pretty excited. They climbed in the tractor and drove around the field.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIkZgQkBVqI/AAAAAAAAB3o/H_ptAAxfjTw/s1600/DSC00703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514967260684441250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIkZgQkBVqI/AAAAAAAAB3o/H_ptAAxfjTw/s400/DSC00703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then they moved some dirt around with the big scoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIkZfwRtkXI/AAAAAAAAB3g/5oHhIwROlAs/s1600/DSC00708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514967252017713522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIkZfwRtkXI/AAAAAAAAB3g/5oHhIwROlAs/s400/DSC00708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trevin was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIkZfeCe4FI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/uaeSfkd0Gqw/s1600/DSC00706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514967247121997906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIkZfeCe4FI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/uaeSfkd0Gqw/s400/DSC00706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516849186820902370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_JGxvczeI/AAAAAAAAB5w/5jEHyx5xx1Q/s400/IMG_0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Next they drove around some more and then I think Trevin's favorite part... they dug a huge hole with the backhoe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516849176506240450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_JGLUPjcI/AAAAAAAAB5o/_3HFg0IP1NM/s400/IMG_0199.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516850360608833970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_KLGcTQbI/AAAAAAAAB6I/1ZyaX1h6_6o/s400/IMG_0190.JPG" border="0" /&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;Trevin loves tractors and his favorite is a backhoe. This must have been a dream come true for this little boy! His face lit up when they were getting ready to dig and then he got this look of concentration while he was helping dad with the controls. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516850351099815666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_KKjBLJvI/AAAAAAAAB6A/8TQHkrfErpA/s400/IMG_0188+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheyenne had fallen asleep in the car, but she was pretty excited when I woke her up and she saw the tractor. We had lots of fun watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516849151875925666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_JEvj6xqI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/YAFVjaiqtJs/s400/IMG_0196.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;After a few minutes Gage asked Cheyenne if she wanted a turn and, oh boy, she did. She had been fine to watch, but as soon as Gage made mention of her driving the tractor she couldn't hold still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516850826854837346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_KmPWArGI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/ecEcXv-54sI/s400/IMG_0204.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;We even loaded the whole family in for a couple of minutes. We had so much fun and we were so glad that Papa suggested it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-664799792918838946?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/664799792918838946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=664799792918838946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/664799792918838946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/664799792918838946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/tractor-rides.html' title='Tractor Rides'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TIkZgQkBVqI/AAAAAAAAB3o/H_ptAAxfjTw/s72-c/DSC00703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-5712419695888268577</id><published>2010-08-25T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T09:54:52.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The A Team</title><content type='html'>All summer Gage has been the sub for a softball team. We have loved getting to go and watch the games! We knew lots of people on the team which made it even more fun to watch... Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Trav&lt;/span&gt;, Uncle Mike and Justin all were regulars and then Gage played most of the time too.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH6B6B_q3PI/AAAAAAAAB3I/O8COS1LXk4U/s1600/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH6B6B_q3PI/AAAAAAAAB3I/O8COS1LXk4U/s400/b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511985827915947250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had lots of fun, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; loves baseball and we play in the back yard all the time. He is getting so good at hitting the ball. I love how observant little kids are, we went to one game and the next day I found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; with Gage's metal bat out in the garage. He tapped the bat on the cement, then held up the bat and shook his behind, then he would swing the bat and trow it across the garage and run in a circle! I was shocked, could he really learn all that from one game! We got some old bucket lids and taught &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; how to run the bases and how to pitch and tag people out. By the end of the season &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; was a pro. His baseball gear became very important by the end of the season too. We found some baseball cleats at Savers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; knew exactly what they were when I picked them up. He said "Running shoes like dad's for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt;!" He wears those "running shoes" everywhere. Right now there is no other option for shoes in his mind. Next up he pulled out his ball and bat and mitt they go to every game, and anywhere else he can sneak them in. Last his basket ball shorts, black socks and "team shirt." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; is very quick, he figured out that dad wore these things to the games and he wanted to too!&lt;div&gt;A lot can change in a few short months! Even the team changed. Two weeks before the end of the season, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wazzy&lt;/span&gt; (aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Trav&lt;/span&gt;) moved away to med school. We would miss watching him, so the first game we went to after he left, we decided to represent. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; and Cheyenne were really excited to get their faces painted, and we painted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Brinlee's&lt;/span&gt; too. Sierra was the artist that made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; shirt into an awesome team shirt with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Trav's&lt;/span&gt; name and number on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH6B5pxWDzI/AAAAAAAAB3A/mH9tGGf7M0M/s1600/b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH6B5pxWDzI/AAAAAAAAB3A/mH9tGGf7M0M/s400/b2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511985821413412658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have had so much fun cheering on the team, but our favorite person to cheer for was DAD! you can see him up to bat in the next pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH6B5dPkaeI/AAAAAAAAB24/Woen02mobHY/s1600/b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH6B5dPkaeI/AAAAAAAAB24/Woen02mobHY/s400/b3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511985818050521570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go A Team! We can't wait to watch again next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-5712419695888268577?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5712419695888268577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=5712419695888268577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/5712419695888268577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/5712419695888268577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/08/a-team.html' title='The A Team'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH6B6B_q3PI/AAAAAAAAB3I/O8COS1LXk4U/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-520190858118356299</id><published>2010-08-15T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T09:25:05.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrots and Bruises</title><content type='html'>Our garden has been a little neglected this year, but luckily it still decided to produce. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chey&lt;/span&gt; love to help pick the vegetable and water. One day I had taken the two of them out to the garden and helped them each pick a carrot. Then we went to the hose and washed them, and then they got to eat them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; thought it was so cool! He wanted another one and I told him that dad would help him get another one when he got home (10 min away). Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; never forgets anything and he grabbed dad as soon as he got out of the jeep and lead him to the garden. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; just expected one carrot like I had gotten for him, but dad picked a whole bunch and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; was thrilled. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH569uJmV6I/AAAAAAAAB2w/UXkZgEEzXeA/s1600/DSC00692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH569uJmV6I/AAAAAAAAB2w/UXkZgEEzXeA/s400/DSC00692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511978194726967202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He showed dad where they needed to go to wash the carrots and even let Cheyenne do some of the work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH569KeQ2wI/AAAAAAAAB2o/2_jZiA7xkbU/s1600/DSC00691+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH569KeQ2wI/AAAAAAAAB2o/2_jZiA7xkbU/s400/DSC00691+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511978185149963010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our carrots were really yummy with dinner! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this part of the post should have come first since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; has a bruise on his head in all the first pictures. Oh well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; is quite accident prone, I'm sure it is because he is little and because he is a boy but he gets himself hurt all the time! This was just another one of his many bumps, but I figure I need to make note of some of them, so I can show him when he gets older!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were at Sugar and Chief house, all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; were playing outside and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; tripped on the concrete. Unfortunately his head took the majority of the impact and he had an instant goose egg! We decided to head home and baby our little boy. It was bed time, but I didn't want to send &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; to bed right away, especially if he ended up having a concussion or something. He was more than excited about getting to lay on Mom and Dad's bed to watch a movie. He hauled in his Lightning McQueen pillow and blanket while I got him some ice. We chilled for about an hour and a half before he fell asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH56mFGaNsI/AAAAAAAAB2g/avBMsy7YiQc/s1600/DSC00684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH56mFGaNsI/AAAAAAAAB2g/avBMsy7YiQc/s400/DSC00684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511977788570744514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't decide which picture  showed his goose egg better, so you get to see them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH56lrhDIvI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/n84u-E5oCEQ/s1600/DSC00686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH56lrhDIvI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/n84u-E5oCEQ/s400/DSC00686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511977781703156466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH56lOok36I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/bYRyWwTdKm8/s1600/DSC00688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH56lOok36I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/bYRyWwTdKm8/s400/DSC00688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511977773950099362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This thing stuck around for about two weeks. Poor kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-520190858118356299?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/520190858118356299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=520190858118356299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/520190858118356299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/520190858118356299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/carrots-and-bruises.html' title='Carrots and Bruises'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH569uJmV6I/AAAAAAAAB2w/UXkZgEEzXeA/s72-c/DSC00692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-8903315873201491172</id><published>2010-08-10T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:49:36.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HANDY MAN</title><content type='html'>I love knowing that Gage knows how to do everything around the house. I've had my fair share of mishaps since we've been married that Gage has fixed... Nail clippers down the bathroom sink... Fish rocks down the garbage disposal... you get the picture.&lt;div&gt;When we bought this house it was great that Gage and I were able to do all the repairs. Now two years later, it is great that Gage can start framing in the basement and finally get some electrical outlets in that part of the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day Gage was headed out to the hardware store for supplies and he took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; with him. When they got home I heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; run up the stairs, rummage through his closet, then run back down stairs and out the back door. After a few minutes I couldn't resist any more so I headed out to the garage to find out what was going on. I saw Gage setting up the table saw, with his tool belt on and his tool box out on the floor... and I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; with his play tool belt on and unloading all of his own tools onto the garage floor.  They worked for hours together in the basement. I went down to check on them every now and then and finally decided that I had to take some pictures.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH50tZoX_eI/AAAAAAAAB1o/Dz6YfS77chs/s1600/DSC00671a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH50tZoX_eI/AAAAAAAAB1o/Dz6YfS77chs/s400/DSC00671a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511971317271231970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; knows what most of his tools are called and what he should use each tool for. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; wants to be just like his Dad! Gage is awesome and is always willing to let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; help him and teach him along the way, even though I'm sure it makes the job take longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH50sqyvlXI/AAAAAAAAB1g/7SVEJKvRXuM/s1600/DSC00672+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH50sqyvlXI/AAAAAAAAB1g/7SVEJKvRXuM/s400/DSC00672+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511971304698254706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; will be a great handy man around the house too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-8903315873201491172?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8903315873201491172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=8903315873201491172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8903315873201491172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/8903315873201491172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/08/handy-man.html' title='HANDY MAN'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH50tZoX_eI/AAAAAAAAB1o/Dz6YfS77chs/s72-c/DSC00671a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-2523231802440513374</id><published>2010-08-01T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T09:05:49.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOCCER</title><content type='html'>We were lucky enough to score some Real Salt Lake soccer tickets for this past weekend. I say score, but really we just have some awesome friends that let us use their season tickets while they were out of town! Gage and I had planned on it being a date, but last minute (we were in the truck pulling out of the driveway) we decided that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; would love it and we took him with us. We had a great dinner at Olive Garden. ON the freeway to the stadium we got caught in a massive down pour of rain and we had to wonder if the game would get cancelled. We got there and the weather was beautiful. We had awesome seats and even ended up having an empty seat next to us for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH53VF7EodI/AAAAAAAAB2I/6YH7192oI5M/s1600/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH53VF7EodI/AAAAAAAAB2I/6YH7192oI5M/s400/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511974198198968786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; loved it, He got distracted easily but was great. Even when the rain hit, He just put the hood up on his jacket and sat and watched still. Gage and I had fun, we haven't been to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RSL&lt;/span&gt; game since they built the new stadium. We even had a lot of action on our side of the field which made it even more entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH53Ulqe0iI/AAAAAAAAB2A/qBYhUSHQteY/s1600/DSC00682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH53Ulqe0iI/AAAAAAAAB2A/qBYhUSHQteY/s400/DSC00682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511974189539447330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our view of the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH53UUKSziI/AAAAAAAAB14/8tMlrJZtuvU/s1600/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 88px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH53UUKSziI/AAAAAAAAB14/8tMlrJZtuvU/s400/DSC00677.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511974184841039394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; was a sport and let me take pictures of the two of us even though he was trying to watch "a ball game."  He really got into it, I think his favorite part was when our team scored and we would lift him up on our shoulders to cheer. He was super cute and would pump his fists and yell go team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH53T2usqdI/AAAAAAAAB1w/g4Dzz4LV1XE/s1600/DSC00679+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH53T2usqdI/AAAAAAAAB1w/g4Dzz4LV1XE/s400/DSC00679+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511974176940665298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to the Hansen's for the fun memory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-2523231802440513374?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2523231802440513374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=2523231802440513374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2523231802440513374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/2523231802440513374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/08/soccer.html' title='SOCCER'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH53VF7EodI/AAAAAAAAB2I/6YH7192oI5M/s72-c/DSC00675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-4385640334044741146</id><published>2010-07-28T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:24:48.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIREWORKS at HOME</title><content type='html'>We (Gage and I) were really excited to do fireworks with the kids this year. So, Saturday night we got the kids ready for bed and then headed out front, for some 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July Festivities. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; loved sparklers last year and we knew he'd be even more interested this year. Cheyenne was big enough this year to care too! We got out the snaps first, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; thought they were awesome!!! Cheyenne loved throwing them, even though she only made one or two actually "pop", but that didn't slow her down.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH5tBjWwJPI/AAAAAAAAB1I/9TyNXxCsJB0/s1600/fire+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH5tBjWwJPI/AAAAAAAAB1I/9TyNXxCsJB0/s400/fire+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511962867386033394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next came the sparklers. I wish I had gotten a picture/video of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Trevin's&lt;/span&gt; reaction when Gage lit the first one... "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wahoo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; is awesome." Cheyenne thought they were pretty and just wanted to touch the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sparklies&lt;/span&gt;, and unfortunately I looked away for a second and she did... hopefully she forgets that by next year.  Cheyenne sat on the stairs with me while Gage and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; ran around the yard with the rest of the sparklers and loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH5tBWFwQCI/AAAAAAAAB1A/h9DwjPSQSL0/s1600/fire2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH5tBWFwQCI/AAAAAAAAB1A/h9DwjPSQSL0/s400/fire2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511962863825076258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least the sidewalk show. Gage and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; had picked out a package of fireworks earlier that day and we couldn't wait to watch them. T &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chey&lt;/span&gt; sat on the sidewalk while dad did all the lighting. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Trevin&lt;/span&gt; loved getting to use his flash light to pick out which one to lit next. Cheyenne got so excited each time one started up. It is so fun to see the excitement on little kids faces... I can't wait til next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH5tA2wYqrI/AAAAAAAAB04/xk801tbx-Oc/s1600/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH5tA2wYqrI/AAAAAAAAB04/xk801tbx-Oc/s400/fire.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511962855413951154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks DAD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-4385640334044741146?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4385640334044741146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=4385640334044741146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/4385640334044741146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/4385640334044741146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/07/fireworks-at-home.html' title='FIREWORKS at HOME'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH5tBjWwJPI/AAAAAAAAB1I/9TyNXxCsJB0/s72-c/fire+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-4613769799829998331</id><published>2010-07-27T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:29:53.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRL'S CAMP</title><content type='html'>I love being in the Young Women's! We got to go to camp over the 3rd week in July and it was a blast. It was really weird leaving my kids and husband at home while I went out to play, but I'm thankful that Gage was up to the task of playing Mom and Dad for the week. Here is most of the group that went with us.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH5w9Tea0MI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/51vrYNn6Eog/s1600/camp1+(15).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH5w9Tea0MI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/51vrYNn6Eog/s400/camp1+(15).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511967192450257090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I won't put a huge post on here, but I will say it was lots of fun getting to be a little mischievous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH5w8_CxqoI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/yslX74VGwyo/s1600/camp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH5w8_CxqoI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/yslX74VGwyo/s400/camp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511967186965604994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452433414527899954-4613769799829998331?l=crabbyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4613769799829998331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452433414527899954&amp;postID=4613769799829998331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/4613769799829998331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452433414527899954/posts/default/4613769799829998331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crabbyfam.blogspot.com/2010/07/girls-camp.html' title='GIRL&apos;S CAMP'/><author><name>The Crabby Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08501612138444773116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/Sd_P0I-h6kI/AAAAAAAAAag/fKe99Vq48Aw/S220/DSC01716.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TH5w9Tea0MI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/51vrYNn6Eog/s72-c/camp1+(15).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452433414527899954.post-8011191939697023340</id><published>2010-07-26T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T12:34:34.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAR LAKE 2010</title><content type='html'>To say that we had fun at Bear Lake this year would be a major understatement! Here is the traditional family picture! This year we had a rodeo, that explains the bandannas and cowboy hats!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXgq0a92oI/AAAAAAAAB0w/32I8w4X-9dk/s1600/bear_fam+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500549546133805698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXgq0a92oI/AAAAAAAAB0w/32I8w4X-9dk/s400/bear_fam+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We headed up Friday night and got to hand out with Grandma, Papa and Aanika for a couple hours before bedtime. Saturday morning we woke up bright an early with the sun and Trevin was so excited to find out we were still in the sail boat! (this is what he called the Trailer every time we were inside it!) After breakfast it was time to break out the cardboard and duct tape to make our boat! Gage got right to work with Trevin close by as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXgqL30eVI/AAAAAAAAB0o/CgZ72bIPUTU/s1600/bear10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500549535248972114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXgqL30eVI/AAAAAAAAB0o/CgZ72bIPUTU/s400/bear10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trevin was pretty excited when we told him he would get to ride the boat in the water. We even made him some handles to help him hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year the water at the lake was a lot higher, leaving the beach we usually hang out at non existant, but that didn't spoil our fun. We relocated to the North Shore! It was a cloudy day, but still lots of fun. The kids built sand castles while the adults, played frisbee. Gage brought up his disc golf discs and we had fun having distance competitions. Trevin and X even joined in on the fun. Too bad Trevin's aim is a little off and X took a pretty good hit to the head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXgp9fu0oI/AAAAAAAAB0g/8KiRAmiWa2s/s1600/bea8r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500549531389842050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXgp9fu0oI/AAAAAAAAB0g/8KiRAmiWa2s/s400/bea8r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sun did come out for a little while and I made sure I took a turn on the boat. After a couple of years without any practice I still managed to get up on a wake board... YAHOO! We had lots of fun on the boat wondering what Grandma and Papa were thinking about Alex's fact Tattoo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once back on the shore it was time for the Cardboard boat Regatta! There was quite a bit of bantering going back and forth between "the competitors" and now it was time for them to prove their skills! We were all pretty excited and so were the kids, that would be participating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXgplfa0bI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/KofwiTAgTyA/s1600/bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500549524946080178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXgplfa0bI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/KofwiTAgTyA/s400/bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the teams. BUBBA and SAVANA on the Shark, GERIN and AANIKA on the Raft, PAPA and SIERRA on Catch us if you can, and GAGE and TREVIN on the Silver bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXgpF2lxQI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/yoOmazZR618/s1600/bear2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500549516453332226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXgpF2lxQI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/yoOmazZR618/s400/bear2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The race is on! The course started on the beach.... then out around two buoys (me and Alex)... and back to the beach. Everyone got off to a great start, Trevin decided not to run when they yelled go so Gage got the boat to the water then had to go back and get his passenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXgQda9BLI/AAAAAAAAB0I/puOkRLGu0Z8/s1600/bear4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500549093283136690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXgQda9BLI/AAAAAAAAB0I/puOkRLGu0Z8/s400/bear4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once every one hit the water the real skills kicked in. It was great to watch as the adults tried to help the kids balance, at the same time as trying to propel the boats froward. Ryan ditched the oar right at the beginning and flew into first place. Gerin was close on his tail. Papa had a great run until his boat tipped. and Gage made a great come back and came in Second place, once he ditched his oar too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXgP2wmeXI/AAAAAAAAB0A/qwJqLZ4pLMY/s1600/bear5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500549082904951154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXgP2wmeXI/AAAAAAAAB0A/qwJqLZ4pLMY/s400/bear5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the competitors were in good spirits when they reached the finish line... and most of the boats made it back in one piece! Gerin's definitely get a prize for holding up to the water the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXgPg0FL4I/AAAAAAAABz4/MR1rsZjlAGE/s1600/bear6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500549077013966722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXgPg0FL4I/AAAAAAAABz4/MR1rsZjlAGE/s400/bear6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had so much fun and even got some strangers cheering us on! Next we dismantled the water logged boats to throw them away and the truth came out! Papa promised he played by the rules... but I'm pretty sure that Pool Noodles were on the supply list! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXgPK8VpeI/AAAAAAAABzw/Yg5TvzHn4CM/s1600/bear7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500549071143020002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXgPK8VpeI/AAAAAAAABzw/Yg5TvzHn4CM/s400/bear7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once we were all cleaned up, Trevin got to practice his roping skills, and got pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXgOx77PiI/AAAAAAAABzo/a-lOBhpC1CA/s1600/bear9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500549064430403106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXgOx77PiI/AAAAAAAABzo/a-lOBhpC1CA/s400/bear9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To kick off the CRABTREE RODEO we had to have a beauty contest. All the girls got to participate. They got all dolled up and then the competition started. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXfu7hcavI/AAAAAAAABzY/ZLTYRJQTEtg/s1600/bear11+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500548517247871730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXfu7hcavI/AAAAAAAABzY/ZLTYRJQTEtg/s400/bear11+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With a talent portion and a question and answer portion the judging was close! Savana had some great answers... Her favorite color? "World Peace!" Her hobby? "World Peace!" Even with great answers like that, Aanika was crowned Rodeo queen! With runner ups, Sierra, Savana and Lexi. Cheyenne decided not to participate, but she still looked cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXfuhkV-hI/AAAAAAAABzQ/-Az338NnzbY/s1600/bear12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500548510280710674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXfuhkV-hI/AAAAAAAABzQ/-Az338NnzbY/s400/bear12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a good looking group of girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXfuBK49_I/AAAAAAAABzI/cATbCUWInh0/s1600/bear13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500548501584017394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXfuBK49_I/AAAAAAAABzI/cATbCUWInh0/s400/bear13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next up the roping portion of the Rodeo, the kids got to ride their horses, while their dad's helped them rope the cow. Trevin and X got into this one. X thought he just had to get his horses head through the hole and he got so excited when he did. (picture below, top right corner) So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXftteyCjI/AAAAAAAABzA/vDl7BuipKPc/s1600/Cowboys+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500548496298740274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXftteyCjI/AAAAAAAABzA/vDl7BuipKPc/s400/Cowboys+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trevin had figured out from practicing that once you have the object roped you have to pull tight. He looked so cute and professional, above picture -the bottom left corner. I think that Trevin wanted to race every single one of his cousins in this contest (and probably did). After the competion was over the Judge (Papa) ruled Trevin the winner! Trevin loved his trophy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXfI8ydTJI/AAAAAAAABy4/hRm7tVF1SoI/s1600/bear14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500547864752639122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXfI8ydTJI/AAAAAAAABy4/hRm7tVF1SoI/s400/bear14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next up, the WILD BRONCs. This was hilarious, I should have taken video, the picture don't do it justice! (but they are still funny pics).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXfIcgmLwI/AAAAAAAAByw/6a8Zc5wBDl0/s1600/Bear15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500547856087789314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXfIcgmLwI/AAAAAAAAByw/6a8Zc5wBDl0/s400/Bear15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think that all of the adults that competed should have gotten a prize for all the laughs they provided! But the winner was, James. With his leaping bounds across the arena, he drove that poor bronc into the ground... literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXfIAdAYXI/AAAAAAAAByo/CjAr-6BowSs/s1600/bear16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500547848556536178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXfIAdAYXI/AAAAAAAAByo/CjAr-6BowSs/s400/bear16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once everyone stopped laughing, we could move on to the next event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXfHift4kI/AAAAAAAAByg/J77G8B_Zzww/s1600/beara16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500547840514843202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXfHift4kI/AAAAAAAAByg/J77G8B_Zzww/s400/beara16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SHOW DOWNS. The men were definitely the most competitive in this event. I'm always surprised at how far and hard they can shoot marshmallows. The kids were more than a little excited about this event once the marshmallows started flying, they loved the clean up. Cheyenne would run right into the middle of it to eat the marshmallows all over the grass and once she was on the field... Trevin wasn't shy about trying to gun her down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXfHVla9qI/AAAAAAAAByY/599u2yypdoY/s1600/bear+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500547837049108130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXfHVla9qI/AAAAAAAAByY/599u2yypdoY/s400/bear+16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a lot of fun at the rodeo. I'm sure a lot of planning and Prep went into the events! THANKS TO ALL THE SPONSORS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day started out with breakfast, then CRABTREE GEO CACHING! We each had to hide at least 3 caches and then we switched coordinates and set out caching... &lt;/div&gt;Trevin putting back one of the caches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516853502410423682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_NB-kK_YI/AAAAAAAAB6o/IknPIXdOEgM/s400/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We had to look for this one for a long time... we ended up finding it in the middle of a sticker bush. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516854221242884578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TI_Nr0bL4eI/AAAAAAAAB64/i2BZ1k1MaYk/s400/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we got back and had lunch it was time for another competition for the kids, MINUTE TO WIN IT. Chan was awesome and planned all sorts of great challenges for the kids. I think the mummy wrapping was my favorite. A parent held a role of toilet paper, while the kids spun in circles until they were wrapped in toilet paper and the role was empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXenr0-G_I/AAAAAAAAByQ/rFHiMB6KtBU/s1600/bear17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500547293264092146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXenr0-G_I/AAAAAAAAByQ/rFHiMB6KtBU/s400/bear17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get ready, Get set, SPIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXenAoihtI/AAAAAAAAByI/qvZFRNl62gw/s1600/bear18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500547281669228242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXenAoihtI/AAAAAAAAByI/qvZFRNl62gw/s400/bear18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at them all go, it was funny to see them dizzy! Other events... Keep the balloon in the air- a hoot with he wind blowing! The adults were supposed to keep the balloons on the lawn and we failed, most of the balloons ended up popped. Next, The ping pong ball bounce - Sierra and Savana were pros at this and Trevin even made a couple. Xander did his part pulling the balls out of the bucket. M&amp;amp;M sort- Trevin and xander competed in just putting all the m&amp;amp;ms into the same cup, while Lexi made her own rules and at all the M&amp;amp;Ms as fast as she could! You go girl! Last up, Stacking cups- or should I just call it, pulling the cups apart an putting them back together for everyone except Si and Nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXemp0yLUI/AAAAAAAAByA/PwJCh3aDA9g/s1600/bear19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500547275546570050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXemp0yLUI/AAAAAAAAByA/PwJCh3aDA9g/s400/bear19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids loved this and I loved getting to watch them, maybe next year Cheyenne will be a little more flexible with nap time so she can compete too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone goes to bear lake hen you'll know about the 4 o'clock wind... perfect for KITE FLYING! Bubba surprised all the kids with kites this year and they loved it! The men all watched the kids and helped fly kites while all the women hung out and did a craft! Super cute flower headbands and clips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXemLRWgJI/AAAAAAAABx4/8CF3UDz6taU/s1600/bear20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500547267344892050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXemLRWgJI/AAAAAAAABx4/8CF3UDz6taU/s400/bear20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Cheyenne sporting her new hair accessory... thanks for teaching us Gerin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meals at the lake are always delicious! The kids loved all the fruit and getting to eat outside... but the best part was having their cousins close. This is what the kids looked like for every meal. Thank goodness for booster seats with buckles! This was the only time the adults got a break from chasing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXc8ValSZI/AAAAAAAABxs/9QUK0gNJIx0/s1600/DSC00330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500545449001830802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXc8ValSZI/AAAAAAAABxs/9QUK0gNJIx0/s400/DSC00330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last planned event for the week, the adults MINUTE TO WIN IT... what was on the line... our icecream sundaes. We each signed up for the toppings we wanted and there was a challenge we had to complete to "win" each topping. First up, Balloons, we waited until the wind died down and it was still a challenge. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXc72SJ95I/AAAAAAAABxk/C7BGtvNSg1E/s1600/mw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500545440644986770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXc72SJ95I/AAAAAAAABxk/C7BGtvNSg1E/s400/mw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't get pictures of the feather blowing contest but, I'll just tell you... BUBBA WON! He kept his feather up, with a breeze, and ended up 3 trailer lots away by the time his 60 seconds was up! What a show! With the sun setting we decided to relocate the rest of the games to the condo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where we started of with the ping pong ball shake... I don't think I've laughed this hard in a long time. If you get the chance do this for a family party! 6 ping pong balls in an empty tissue box strapped to your bum, then shake them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXc7WmpH3I/AAAAAAAABxc/wFyfk7c7ZUY/s1600/MW2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500545432140980082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TXnhG5aRP4/TFXc7WmpH3I/AAAAAAAABxc/wFyfk7c7ZUY/s400/MW2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't compete in this next one, but it was fun to watch. I'm gunna call it the tissue paper twirl. How fast can you unravel the tissue paper by twirling your arms? It was fun to see all the different methods, Grandma did both rools in one hand and Bubba did it kneeling. Cheyenned didn't care how they did it as long as she got to play with the pile when they were done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGrace
