<?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-2932035667555298132</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:59:01.377-07:00</updated><category term='BLOG?  Who'/><category term='me?  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I wanted to have a wonderful, loving, Christmas spirit in my home, and it seemed my girls were at each other more than ever, fighting.  I had so much on my mind, little things kept happening that caused all sorts of frustration and stress.  Just one example:  we went to my sisters for  Christmas Eve and were early enough that many cousins were out sledding behind their 4 wheeler.  My girls, of course, wanted to jump in, but Eden didn't bring her coat, only a jacket.  I hurriedly gave her my own coat so she wouldn't freeze since she wanted to go so bad.  This all happened before we even walked inside, so it wasn't until AFTER that I realized I had my ONLY set of keys in my pocket!!  They were going all over an open field near their home, and well, they were NOwhere to be found!  Fun, fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one that took the cake, however.  Many heard about our famous, double batch of Clam Chowder spilling in the car on the way to the Clark-Gardner Christmas party.  (Yup, the whole pot, minus about an inch left at the bottom.)  After all that effort, expense, and time, it was so frustrating to not be able to even share the fruits of my efforts in making it.  But, as I cleaned up with Scott for an hour, in the cold, crying the whole time, I realized there were some good lessons to be learned.  First, the very thing I was cursing, &lt;em&gt;spilling a WHOLE POT of clam chowder all over the back seats of our car and through every seat belt buckle, nut, and bolt under our seats&lt;/em&gt;, was actually the thing that helped Scott and I reconnect and talk through things and me to feel the closeness I felt lacking a bit.  I gained appreciation for the man who would scoop clams, and all it's chowder, out of every nook and cranny in our back seat, happily!  I was grateful for his support, positive attitude, understanding, and help, and my heart was softened as we worked through it.&lt;br /&gt;As I went home, I kept thinking the Lord MUST have wanted me to learn something through that experience and this is what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When someone hears someone else is an hour late to a party, they may be a bit frustrated or put out and wonder why that person just didn't plan better or think through their time better.  When someone hears they were an hour late &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;because they were out in the cold cleaning up clam chowder all over their car through the tears,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; perspective instantly changes!  Compassion, understanding, and empathy immediate replace judgment and callousness.  I think we all have "clam chowder" type experiences that we hide and hope no one ever finds out.  There are unknown heartaches, sorrows, and trials, that every child of God faces.  If we could just give each other the benefit of the doubt, knowing they may be acting a certain way because of an unknown burden, &lt;strong&gt;we'd judge less, love more, and become less uptight &lt;/strong&gt;about all the things around us that may cause us stress!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next, a guy in our ward council made an awesome analogy concerning Nephi and his brothers getting the brass plates.    We all know the story, but I hadn't ever thought of it quite so concretely as he explained.  After listening to it, I took what he said, and added my own understanding and insights.  He said that sometimes, when we think we're following the Lord and even on His errand, sometimes the results are so disasterous and don't work to such a degree, that we may begin to question if we are following His will at all!  He spoke of the commandment for Nephi and his brothers to go get the plates.  (You'd think, that the effort in just making the trip alone would be trial enough for the Lord to just help them get the plates, as commanded, and back on their way.)  But after the first attempt fails, Nephi, maybe feeling he is inspired with another solution, has the idea of buying them with all the gold and silver from their previous home.  This, too, fails, and they not only are robbed of their gold, but he also ends up getting beaten with a stick!  Again, seeming evidence that they must NOT be doing "right" or the Lord's will at all, or it would be "working out".  But interestingly enough, the very thing that looked like a total failure, losing all their gold and silver to such a wicked man and being threatened with their lives, became the thing that ultimately helped them accomplish their goal.  Laban lusted after such worldly wealth.  When he saw the treasure, he wanted it and coveted it.  Once he took it, he must have been so happy.  How would a man like Laban celebrate such a thing?  By getting drunk.  That act, becoming so drunk that he passes out in the street, &lt;em&gt;becomes the very thing that leads to Nephi actually being able to obtain the plates&lt;/em&gt;!  I think the Adversary tempts us to start &lt;u&gt;doubting &lt;/u&gt;when things don't go our way.  He tries to make us question if we really DID get an answer, or if we were following the Spirit, or start to wonder if our cares are important enough for the Lord to even be concerned about them.  If Satan can get us to doubt this in the moment, then God's power, the power of faith, loses all force!  And sometimes, when it looks the most bleak, something may happen that actually helps us accomplish the Lord's will for us, even when it looked impossible before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; I don't know if any of that made sense, but I have been thinking about it a lot and thought I'd share!  I am just grateful for the knowledge that, even when life isn't giving us the "reward" of what we feel to be our efforts, and we lose all our "gold", that His purposes for our lives can be revealed in that same act of losing that "gold" and turn it into something much, much better.&lt;br /&gt;So, here's to jumping into challenges with all faith, and NOT giving into the temptation to doubt God's love for us, or that He has a specific purpose for our lives!  Love you all, Cheltz&lt;br /&gt;PS...and NO, miraculously, our car DOESN'T stink of spoiled milk or clams!  Genious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932035667555298132-2468484683625703360?l=sclarkclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2468484683625703360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932035667555298132&amp;postID=2468484683625703360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/2468484683625703360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/2468484683625703360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/clam-chowder.html' title='Clam Chowder'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07966921149397614306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZShORLBKxI/AAAAAAAAALw/UsNwnJ4xt_Q/S220/P1060431.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/S2upRPJqBvI/AAAAAAAAASg/wc6JjNE2WmU/s72-c/DSC_0135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932035667555298132.post-4190307865941946383</id><published>2010-02-04T20:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:03:00.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah, Halloween and Reflections...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/S2ulJIdMkVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jd3gnYK-asM/s1600-h/P1070437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/S2ulJIdMkVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jd3gnYK-asM/s200/P1070437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434618951659983186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/S2umJlL8NnI/AAAAAAAAASA/eJt9kLXMrDU/s1600-h/P1070466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/S2umJlL8NnI/AAAAAAAAASA/eJt9kLXMrDU/s200/P1070466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434620058883864178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/S2umLHlYiBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/mQymY4QxC2E/s1600-h/P1070464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/S2umLHlYiBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/mQymY4QxC2E/s200/P1070464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434620085297252370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I publish my next post I just HAD to upload the Halloween and Reflections photos!  All my girls entered Reflections this year, which was fun!  Eden did a drawing of Garfield (I know, not kosher with the rules we found out), Rilee composed a song and took a picture, and Shailee made up a dance.  The theme was "Beauty is...".  They all tied this in differently and did a great job.  Shailee got to perform her gymnastics routine in front of the school, which was great, and Rilee, her song on the piano.  They did awesome!  The photograph you see here.  Scott taught Rilee how to use the Sports setting on the camera and they took quite a few photos of Avery being thrown in the air.  (Scary, I know, but Scott says he could "never" drop her, and they both love it...I'm out voted.)  Rilee's comment on the back of her photo was, "Beauty is hearing my sister laugh, and this is her favorite thing which makes her laugh the most" or something like that.  Too cute!  Rilee got 3rd Overall, Shai 1st (not much competition, love that!), and Eden still got recognized for entering which was all she cared about!  Love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Halloween, two things of note happened that holiday:  First, we got to spend the weekend at my parent's Marriott at Mountainside in Park City, which was a blast!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/S2ujIzXHldI/AAAAAAAAARo/TX2HID6Fj9I/s1600-h/P1070454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/S2ujIzXHldI/AAAAAAAAARo/TX2HID6Fj9I/s200/P1070454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434616746974090706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You will notice that before the camera battery died inconveniently as we began, I managed to capture a priceless moment, that I assume when Avery is of dating age, will cause quite a stir of embarrassment/emotion if shown!  But for now, hilarious and priceless!  Avery just LOVES nature; s&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/S2ujJksUc-I/AAAAAAAAARw/RyijKXu67So/s1600-h/P1070456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/S2ujJksUc-I/AAAAAAAAARw/RyijKXu67So/s200/P1070456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434616760216351714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he loves to be at one with nature; i.e. she can't get enough of her birthday suit, so free and non-restrictive!  She is shown here, in such a suit, trying to yell at her sisters down below who are swimming!!  Ahhh, you can't help but love kids!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/S2ujIFikfoI/AAAAAAAAARg/akd2etoP30c/s1600-h/P1070452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/S2ujIFikfoI/AAAAAAAAARg/akd2etoP30c/s200/P1070452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434616734674091650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, before we came down from Park City to "hit the streets" for the yearly Halloween candy spree, Shailee thought she'd make it even MORE eventful.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She broke her nose!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Maybe it was just her wanting to "get into character", and REALLY look scary??  That would've been a good excuse had she not chosen to be a cheerleader this year!!  (Yes, in my old green and white's!)  It wasn't even a good story either; all she did was decide it would be cool if she put her pillow on the windowsill and lean from the bed to the window to watch her show.  The pillow overhung a bit and it flipped forward as she put weight on it, and she went face firs&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/S2umKckyvjI/AAAAAAAAASI/G9e1-Wl07Co/s1600-h/P1070459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/S2umKckyvjI/AAAAAAAAASI/G9e1-Wl07Co/s200/P1070459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434620073752051250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t, straight to the ground and came up with an instant Egor-swollen nose!  So sad!  Not that this would stop her...all she kept saying is, "I can still go, right Mom?!  From the photos, you can tell she did!  Bless the small lot sizes here!  It sure was efficient Trick-or-Treating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932035667555298132-4190307865941946383?l=sclarkclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4190307865941946383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932035667555298132&amp;postID=4190307865941946383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/4190307865941946383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/4190307865941946383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-yeah-halloween-and-reflections.html' title='Oh yeah, Halloween and Reflections...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07966921149397614306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZShORLBKxI/AAAAAAAAALw/UsNwnJ4xt_Q/S220/P1060431.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/S2ulJIdMkVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jd3gnYK-asM/s72-c/P1070437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932035667555298132.post-642808070769643848</id><published>2010-02-04T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:05:33.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Things Just Don't Add Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/S2unDH9r45I/AAAAAAAAASY/KhD3GHVLS1g/s1600-h/P1070532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/S2unDH9r45I/AAAAAAAAASY/KhD3GHVLS1g/s200/P1070532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434621047471858578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you are wondering "why the lack of blog entries lately, Chelsea?", believe me, I'm wondering myself!  It seems I did much more than what is showing on my blog, yet somehow, I don't know what could be missing, so it must just be that months passed like days lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To catch up, first off, life has been great yet trying, fun yet nerve-racking, and blessed yet difficult.  Don't know if that even makes sense or is possible all at once, but that's how I'd describe the last few months!  As RS President, it seems I have said to people over and over as they tell me about their trials and REALLY difficult times, that "it's only when it truly looks impossible, when it really doesn't add up on paper, that God can do the miracle."  Meaning, sometimes in a trial, when we are at our wit's end and feel we can do no more, and fully have to rely on the Lord for things to work out, that God creates a miracle. What's more, is it was so beyond ourselves to get through, t&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hat we can't doubt that it was the Lord who carried us&lt;/span&gt;; we KNOW it was His power, not ours that made it possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all well and good and is certainly 100% true, I believe, but BOY is it harder to put into action when you are in the midst of your own trial!!  It was a full 9 months of Scott giving up his dream of being a pro-golfer and coming back to Utah doing what was "best" for our family, and looking for a job...with NO success!!  Even though it got hard, I felt the Lord's hand guiding us; I felt He gave me/us more patience than I ever would have had on my own; I know He blessed me with peace and faith; I have no doubt His power kept Scott and I close, despite the stress.  Then came the holidays of Thanksgiving through Christmas, STILL with no job, the "end" of finances in sight, and no concrete job despite great interviews and promising leads.  I found myself, despite the months of being faith-ful and knowing the Lord was carrying me, now doubting.  Why do we do this, even when we have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knowledge&lt;/span&gt; that the Lord is aware of us and blessing us (though not usually how WE would choose to be blessed!)?  Why give into the temptation to question His love for us, His power in our lives, and our ability to hear His Spirit and wonder if it was our own thoughts, or His answer, that we are following?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to shorten a very LONG ordeal, Scott DID find a job, the blessings of which are still being manifest, and definitely not all financial!  Our schedules, energy, interactions with ourselves/children are so much more positive.  We are in a "groove", and both have the "we're in this together" attitude.  It still will be a bit until his checks start matching his effort/hours, but we're heading in the right direction!  And, somehow, miraculously, although it doesn't seem to add up logically, we are getting by and things are just working out!  Miracle.  No doubt!  (For more detail on the doubting/craziness of the season, see the "Clam Chowder" entry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932035667555298132-642808070769643848?l=sclarkclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/feeds/642808070769643848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932035667555298132&amp;postID=642808070769643848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/642808070769643848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/642808070769643848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-things-just-dont-add-up.html' title='When Things Just Don&apos;t Add Up...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07966921149397614306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZShORLBKxI/AAAAAAAAALw/UsNwnJ4xt_Q/S220/P1060431.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/S2unDH9r45I/AAAAAAAAASY/KhD3GHVLS1g/s72-c/P1070532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932035667555298132.post-4115896989993431875</id><published>2009-11-05T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:39:57.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avery:  Look what I did!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SvOKv8NLR7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/vjZKgOS9Yqg/s1600-h/Avery+Look+what+I+did"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SvOKv8NLR7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/vjZKgOS9Yqg/s200/Avery+Look+what+I+did" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400812934367233970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SvOKjofzF5I/AAAAAAAAAQE/0pXUWXTAI1A/s1600-h/Avery+laughing"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SvOKjofzF5I/AAAAAAAAAQE/0pXUWXTAI1A/s200/Avery+laughing" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400812722918201234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SvOKGuovDhI/AAAAAAAAAPs/9TAmBpZcv-Q/s1600-h/Avery+Cast+sitting"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SvOKGuovDhI/AAAAAAAAAPs/9TAmBpZcv-Q/s200/Avery+Cast+sitting" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400812226350091794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this summer, Avery had an unforgettable childhood experience getting her first CAST!  "Oh, man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;!"  (I don't know how else to describe it, and kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;especially can relate to just these two words and phrase made famous by a certain masked fox!  You will only get that if you are a parent of small ones at h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ome!)  Anyhow, Shailee was taking her downstairs to play, like normal, and somehow caught the edge of a stair and they both fell, hitting their heads on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wall.  It wasn't until a bit later after Avery calmed down, that she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; wanted to get down (as I was holding her) to grab a toy, took a step, and immediately pulled up her leg like a wounded puppy holding up his paw!  It was obvious something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;was wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We took h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;er in the doctor's and foun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;d she had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; a small fracture on her tibia a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SvOKG-pWutI/AAAAAAAAAP0/MPqg4b0taKM/s1600-h/Avery+cheese%21"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SvOKG-pWutI/AAAAAAAAAP0/MPqg4b0taKM/s200/Avery+cheese%21" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400812230647659218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nd neede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;d a cast.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SvOK8C42mYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/zntrrFy1uTg/s1600-h/Avery+cast+standing"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SvOK8C42mYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/zntrrFy1uTg/s200/Avery+cast+standing" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400813142319470978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We assume Shai must ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e ac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;cidentally caught &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;her foot underneath her when they fell, causing the fracture.  Shailee cried a good part of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;afternoon saying, "I'm th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e worst sister, EVER!" over and over.  We assured &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;her it was simply an acciden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;t and Avery's hugs seemed to make it okay for them both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SvOLbKE3bYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RrcSYyjh-GE/s1600-h/Avery+Cross+legged"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SvOLbKE3bYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RrcSYyjh-GE/s200/Avery+Cross+legged" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400813676824849794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The whole ordeal was, of course, was super sad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SvOLqLce3MI/AAAAAAAAAQs/2BmoxF6_3DY/s1600-h/Avery+Close+up"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SvOLqLce3MI/AAAAAAAAAQs/2BmoxF6_3DY/s200/Avery+Close+up" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400813934890376386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but Avery adjusted quickly, hobbling around like the fastest peg-leg y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ou've ever seen!  We even nicknamed her 'Pirate' (I think Scott even tried to get her to say, "Arrr!"), and we always knew she was coming, as we could hear the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pause, clunk, pause, clunk&lt;/span&gt; of her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;footstep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;s behind us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;!!  She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; was the cutest little broken leg, peg-leg girl you've ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;I HAD to get pictures, just for the memories...now that they are good ones instead of bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SvOMO3jGiiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5MVmdF2ebLc/s1600-h/Avery+Flowers+smile"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SvOMO3jGiiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5MVmdF2ebLc/s200/Avery+Flowers+smile" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400814565204593186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932035667555298132-4115896989993431875?l=sclarkclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4115896989993431875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932035667555298132&amp;postID=4115896989993431875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/4115896989993431875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/4115896989993431875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/avery-look-what-i-did.html' title='Avery:  Look what I did!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07966921149397614306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZShORLBKxI/AAAAAAAAALw/UsNwnJ4xt_Q/S220/P1060431.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SvOKv8NLR7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/vjZKgOS9Yqg/s72-c/Avery+Look+what+I+did' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932035667555298132.post-8285130987352466053</id><published>2009-07-07T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:58:12.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had 3 wishes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;The last few weeks have been, well, full of SICKNESS.  It sure makes you appreciate the times when you feel good--not even great, just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;; with no sore throats, coughs, vomiting, diarrhea, fevers, teething, and times when kids actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt; through the night!  The girls already missed the 2nd to last week of school for a family vacation, then all the "fun" of the last week (field day, water games, autograph signing, not to mention the family fun of BBQs, 4th of July, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started great, when we vacationed with Scott's family to a ranch in Montana.  It was GORGEOUS!  Full of horseback riding, hikes, fishing, bacci ball, and even tennis and golf!  Then, the late nights, laughing, SUGAR, and sharing rooms w/cousins and therefore, germs, all got to us, I guess.  One by one, 3 of the 6 of us came down with fevers, coughing, aching, etc.  Some thought we even got the dreaded swine flu...whatever it was/is, it ISN'T FUN!!   It does make you appreciate that at least it is only half of us!  Just when I thought Shai and Eden were finally getting better, they got their first, horrible, dose of MAJOR cold sores all over their lips, inside cheek, tongue, and gums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not blogging this to say "poor us" or get pity--it just helps me to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and hopefully be grateful when things may not be perfect, but they aren't THIS bad!!  Also, because Eden said the funniest, and yet saddest thing about it all.  Her teeth have been hurting so bad she can't really even eat anything without inflaming or irritating the cold sores all over, since her "guts" (gums) are so swollen from it all.  Last night, sadly, after 3 days of this, she covered her eyes at dinnertime and said, "Don't show me the food!  I just want it so bad and I can't have it, it hurts too much!  I just wish I could be healthy and eat whatever I wanted!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, today took the cake.  This time Eden's lips were dry and peeling and her tongue was stinging so much she looked at me and said, "I just wish I could switch places with someone who &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;isn't SICK&lt;/span&gt;!!"  She followed up with,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad said he would switch places with me&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;but, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW&lt;/span&gt;?!!" quite seriously! &lt;br /&gt;You could see her mind thinking desperately on how she could make it a reality!  Then she said, "If I had 3 wishes, I know what I would wish."  I asked her what she would wish for and she said, "First for my mouth to feel better, then for me to not have any sickness, then for Shailee to feel better."  She was dead serious.  How sweet that she would use her last wish on her sister, too!  (The bad part about it is the thing that came to my mind, is how all of that could be taken care of in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just 1 wish&lt;/span&gt;, "Help us all to be perfectly healthy", leaving 2 more to do whatever you wanted with!  Oh Chelsea, you can't be greedy in a time like this!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes aside, really, I just want to remember the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;good times:  of health, laughs, miracle days when you wake up feeling refreshed, times the laundry is done, the house is clean, and my family is just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;One day, it will all be gone, and although well-rested and in an orderly house, I may think back on the times I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; to get up and rock my sick girls,&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I will wish for it all back again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932035667555298132-8285130987352466053?l=sclarkclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8285130987352466053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932035667555298132&amp;postID=8285130987352466053' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/8285130987352466053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/8285130987352466053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-had-3-wishes.html' title='If I had 3 wishes...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07966921149397614306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZShORLBKxI/AAAAAAAAALw/UsNwnJ4xt_Q/S220/P1060431.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932035667555298132.post-2600693190590671882</id><published>2009-06-09T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T13:12:08.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter, Birthdays, Sister's Wedding, and everything else I've missed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Si6k5ajeByI/AAAAAAAAAOA/z-LEEAKys1M/s1600-h/P1060861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Si6k5ajeByI/AAAAAAAAAOA/z-LEEAKys1M/s200/P1060861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345391114022946594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SO!  I had to use my time and blog about that incredible experience with that little baby who passed away for my last blog, but now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I better catch up on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;last few months of life as well!&lt;/span&gt;  Here's to my once every other month blog update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt;:  How can one not LOVE Easter when kids are around?!  Believing in the Easter Bunny, coloring and decorating eggs as if they were art, searching not once, not twice, but three times at a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minimum&lt;/span&gt; to fill an Easte&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Si6k5Mxu8lI/AAAAAAAAAN4/9cBC5PsOQzY/s1600-h/P1060856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Si6k5Mxu8lI/AAAAAAAAAN4/9cBC5PsOQzY/s200/P1060856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345391110324679250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r basket with unneeded toys and candy between two Grandmas, home, and any other Easter hunt around.  When else do you get to go to Grandmas house and "search" for treasures to collect on purpose?!  I love that it is normal to walk around and pass a pair of gummy lips on a ledge and think, 'perfect, that's for me!' or find bubbles in a planter, or better yet (the practical gifts come out), find new underwear on Grandma's slide!  Of course, rounding them all up after an exhilarating search to really remember WHY we have Easter, is the best.  Watching their eyes as they hear the story, once again, of Christ's life, death, and r&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Si7B9SHoMkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FW48Y1dphtI/s1600-h/P1060954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Si7B9SHoMkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FW48Y1dphtI/s200/P1060954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345423066315371074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;esurrection, which allows &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Si7B9O0yn4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/KXriASeDMnc/s1600-h/P1060961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Si7B9O0yn4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/KXriASeDMnc/s200/P1060961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345423065431056258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us to also be resurrected and live with Him again...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;priceless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spring Birthdays:&lt;/span&gt;  It's not until Spring comes upon us that I realize Scott and I weren't actively planning the "perfectly" spaced family as Shailee's, Avery's , and Rilee's birthdays are all within 8 weeks of each other!!  They all had a great time, although Avery had an especially memorable 1st bday with cellulitis in her eye!  What we thought may be pink eye, swelled up within hours of her eating her cake for her first birthday, even after a Drs visit and antib&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Si6ljqYj1XI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/re-x3kaCvd8/s1600-h/P1060871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Si6ljqYj1XI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/re-x3kaCvd8/s200/P1060871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345391839826662770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iotics!  I told Scott I may have to reinact that day for photos only, since little Avery didn't notice the difference, except having to turn her whole head to us when we talked since she could only see out of one eye!  I suppose it sure will make it memorable, however, as she looked like Mahamed Ali!  Rilee had a swim party at the Rec Center, so for her, life couldn't get better s&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Si6ljbZ1M8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/q5gRUItG3pg/s1600-h/P1060866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Si6ljbZ1M8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/q5gRUItG3pg/s200/P1060866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345391835805463490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haring that with her friends!  Shailee's big news was she "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;" got her ears pierced!!!  She couldn't  have been more excited and she didn't even flinch when she got them done!  I can't believe I have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;preteen&lt;/span&gt;--she is so fun and has quite the personality as she matures!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THEM ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My sister's Wedding&lt;/span&gt;:  My cute sister, Brittany, got married in May,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Si6nTzo8V-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/MLassVP3nqw/s1600-h/P1070038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Si6nTzo8V-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/MLassVP3nqw/s200/P1070038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345393766456645602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Si6nTV41DLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Gk_6eedh7cg/s1600-h/P1070030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Si6nTV41DLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Gk_6eedh7cg/s200/P1070030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345393758470212786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and it was awesome!  We love her new husband, Brad, and love that he fits right into the family.  Brittany's colors were purple, orange/peach, yellow, and royal blue.  She pulled it altogether so well, it was beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Si6nS21M7pI/AAAAAAAAAOY/3gZagQPZr9g/s1600-h/P1070035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Si6nS21M7pI/AAAAAAAAAOY/3gZagQPZr9g/s200/P1070035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345393750133501586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Si6nTCc5PtI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UFzKr-WukAA/s1600-h/P1070011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Si6nTCc5PtI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UFzKr-WukAA/s200/P1070011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345393753252773586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should do it for the Spring highlights!  More in a few months...ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932035667555298132-2600693190590671882?l=sclarkclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2600693190590671882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932035667555298132&amp;postID=2600693190590671882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/2600693190590671882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/2600693190590671882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/easter-birthdays-sisters-wedding-and.html' title='Easter, Birthdays, Sister&apos;s Wedding, and everything else I&apos;ve missed...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07966921149397614306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZShORLBKxI/AAAAAAAAALw/UsNwnJ4xt_Q/S220/P1060431.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Si6k5ajeByI/AAAAAAAAAOA/z-LEEAKys1M/s72-c/P1060861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932035667555298132.post-8708815602796863420</id><published>2009-06-04T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:46:24.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Time--</title><content type='html'>What an eventful last few weeks.  Easter flew into Mother's Day, which was a whirl to Rilee's birthday the end of May, then, sadly, last week ended in a baby's funeral for a dear friend in our ward.  Interestingly enough, watching faithful people endure life's difficulties is actually inspiring and gives a fresh perspective in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first funeral I encountered as RS President, but it was softened, somewhat, because of the amazing faith building experience it was, and going through it with a good friend.  The coolest, most positive part of it all, apart from understanding this is NOT the end and this family will see Katelynn again, was knowing that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a 7 week old baby had affected hundreds of lives in such a short time&lt;/span&gt;.  Realizing that many who live full lives may not affect the good, the change, the desire to do better, as this tiny baby has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Leta Greene, who has two "miracle" children and endured 7 miscarriages, felt she was supposed to get pregnant again last year.  Leta has Epstein-Barr Syndrome, has chronic arthritis already, and getting pregnant debilitates her body/back/and hip so severely, she ends up on bedrest and a wheelchair for a good part of it.  Despite this, she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; get pregnant, and two weeks later, her husband (a young, healthy, triathlete) had an unexpected heart attack and she almost lost him.  (This was also following him getting hit by a UTA bus the year previous and almost dying!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the pregnancy, they found the baby's heart, brain, and kidneys had some abnormalities and may not survive the pregnancy, and if she did, she may be severely handicapped.  The Greene's perservered.  They had faith.   They prayed.  Katelynn Faith (meaning "pure faith"), spent her whole little life in Primary Children's NICU/PICU.  She needed heart surgery to survive, but her kidneys began to fail, and she couldn't breathe on her own.  Her parents did what they could, and after trying two smaller heart surgeries to help her get by until the "real" one, they knew they needed to let her go and stop her pain, even knowing theirs would continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They greeted each set back, each test, each negative possibility, with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith, hope, determination, and positivity&lt;/span&gt;.  So many have been touched by their trial, their reliance on God, and their sweet Katelynn.  Stories were gathered from many, many people from all over, and compiled into a book, as a tribute to Katelynn and her parents.  They are amazing, inspiring, thought-provoking.  I was honored to contribute the following:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Sif57rRDQbI/AAAAAAAAANo/ahY7QbDq1n0/s1600-h/P1070045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Sif57rRDQbI/AAAAAAAAANo/ahY7QbDq1n0/s200/P1070045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343514286520222130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Katelynn was here for us--anyone who was lucky enough to be around her and have felt of her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; spirit knows this.  There was so much I learned and felt, more than could be put in words, during the brief encounters I had with her.  She taught me so much, so quickly.  Like Leta always testifies, this was &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to be, no matter what it took to get her here, no matter the painful moments of missing her, or the physical pain as a result.&lt;br /&gt;   As soon as I walked into Katelynn's little room in the NICU, I was overcome with the Spirit, and felt I was on hallowed ground.  I felt her spirit was larger than life.  I tried hard not to overstep my bounds and not ask to be able to touch her, be close to her, but it seems I couldn't help it.  My spirit desired to, hoped to be near her, so I gingerly touched her hand, and cupped her knee/foot.  Instant peace.  Aching at the reality of the situation, but Joy.&lt;br /&gt;   Paul's words now come to mind when thinking of Katelynn, "I have fought a good fight, I have kept the faith."  Leta and Nathan have allowed Katelynn's life to do such good, by sharing her and her fight with us all.  Thank you.  Watching them in their "extremeties" has turned hearts to God.  Testimonies have been strengthened.  Desire to do better has increased.  Appreciation for blessings has g&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Sif579VHZ2I/AAAAAAAAANw/MI2JVO-yu_o/s1600-h/P1070043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Sif579VHZ2I/AAAAAAAAANw/MI2JVO-yu_o/s200/P1070043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343514291369109346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rown.  Faith has overcome despair.  We have all been changed, for good, from this tiny, valuable life.&lt;br /&gt;   The Savior promises, "I will not leave you comfortless", even when at times it feels we are.  In those times, our spirits may ache, but they also are being sheltered, and comforted, by unseen hands.  He reminds us that "in the world ye shall have tribulation, but be of &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;cheer&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;I have overcome the world&lt;/i&gt;".  And now, Katelynn has, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard not to be grateful for the lives we live, the air we breathe effortlessly, the health we enjoy, the freedom we are granted.  It's hard not to want to "improve our time" we are given on earth.  To stop complaining, to start appreciating, serving, loving, and living as our perfect Examplar, our Savior.  Here's to doing more, reaching out, reaching up, doing our best.  So many would give anything to have that chance at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; again!  Thanks, Katelynn, because you have forever changed me, and so many, "for the better".  Ah, perspective IS everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932035667555298132-8708815602796863420?l=sclarkclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8708815602796863420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932035667555298132&amp;postID=8708815602796863420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/8708815602796863420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/8708815602796863420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s About Time--'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07966921149397614306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZShORLBKxI/AAAAAAAAALw/UsNwnJ4xt_Q/S220/P1060431.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/Sif57rRDQbI/AAAAAAAAANo/ahY7QbDq1n0/s72-c/P1070045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932035667555298132.post-6897946959048802955</id><published>2009-04-11T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:48:48.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios, Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeEJqqaTtRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pTBVa5cABE8/s1600-h/P1060818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeEJqqaTtRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pTBVa5cABE8/s200/P1060818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323546863072425234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, the girls and I were able to go join Scott the last 2 1/2&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeEKUDBJJzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bB2l9BoFl0E/s1600-h/P1060822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeEKUDBJJzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bB2l9BoFl0E/s200/P1060822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323547574052398898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; weeks of his golf tournaments in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Arizona&lt;/span&gt; the last of &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeEPIdoOarI/AAAAAAAAANY/HKwdRmXwznk/s1600-h/P1060846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeEPIdoOarI/AAAAAAAAANY/HKwdRmXwznk/s200/P1060846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323552872595352242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;February and first of March.  They were off track and we were itching to get out of the snow and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ily&lt;/span&gt; again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott flew home so he could drive down with us, thank heavens, as &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;driving 11 hrs with 4 kids and a baby to feed, didn't sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;too fun on my own!&lt;/span&gt; We broke up the trip with a quick stop in Vegas for rest and swimming, and were happy to end in warm, beautiful Arizona the next day.  We were spoiled with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;70-85 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeEJqXEu8qI/AAAAAAAAAMg/rwDCn60GC18/s1600-h/P1060812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeEJqXEu8qI/AAAAAAAAAMg/rwDCn60GC18/s200/P1060812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323546857881662114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;degree weather&lt;/span&gt; the whole time, and I got so used to it, I began to assume everyone had that sunny climate, until we got home to snow on the ground and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;freezing cold wind&lt;/span&gt; to shock us back into reality.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeEKUbxslKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/915_VZh3KBc/s1600-h/P1060837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeEKUbxslKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/915_VZh3KBc/s200/P1060837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323547580698498210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls swam all day long!!&lt;/span&gt; Even little &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Avery loves the water&lt;/span&gt; and we all had a great time!  (Check out the photos--you've gotta flaunt the cottage cheese while it's still considered cute--which is why there are no photos of me...dimples are NOT in!)  We did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daily walks&lt;/span&gt; through the trails and beautiful desert/golf landscape everywhere.  We also had some family time at the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tennis courts &lt;/span&gt;and some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;biking&lt;/span&gt;.  All in all, it was just great to be together again, especially in such a gorgeous place (thanks to Mom and Dad's "winter home"!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeEOPtStUuI/AAAAAAAAANA/d_i6y9LNmgA/s1600-h/P1060842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeEOPtStUuI/AAAAAAAAANA/d_i6y9LNmgA/s200/P1060842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323551897547526882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeEOQHqtZEI/AAAAAAAAANI/SnjArfD8020/s1600-h/P1060843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeEOQHqtZEI/AAAAAAAAANI/SnjArfD8020/s200/P1060843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323551904627516482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story, short, Scott came home with us with a new resolve to give up the full time golf life.  This, of course, has been a very difficult decision, but without going into to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeEPH7nf1iI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MxMSVbYDkQc/s1600-h/P1060844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeEPH7nf1iI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MxMSVbYDkQc/s200/P1060844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323552863465494050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o much detail, short of having the answers to prayer and many other things with bad timing, he would still be going full force.  He feels at peace, however, and feels lucky he was able to "live the dream", even if for a short while.  Reality of moving the family down there, especially after my calling of RS Pres, just didn't add up and he's currently on the job hunt, so let us know if you have any leads.  (Not the best time for that, either!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We count ourselves lucky and know the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord is in charge&lt;/span&gt; and guiding our lives and can make them better than we could imagine...now, if we could just figure out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;...!  Ha ha.   I just keep reminding myself, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"man cannot comprehend all that God doth comprehend"&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His perspective is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeEPcOMhehI/AAAAAAAAANg/ufhUo2ibG1Y/s1600-h/P1060827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeEPcOMhehI/AAAAAAAAANg/ufhUo2ibG1Y/s200/P1060827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323553212050012690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; all that really matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END...!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  (I couldn't resist!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932035667555298132-6897946959048802955?l=sclarkclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6897946959048802955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932035667555298132&amp;postID=6897946959048802955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/6897946959048802955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/6897946959048802955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/2009/04/adios-arizona.html' title='Adios, Arizona'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07966921149397614306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZShORLBKxI/AAAAAAAAALw/UsNwnJ4xt_Q/S220/P1060431.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeEJqqaTtRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pTBVa5cABE8/s72-c/P1060818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932035667555298132.post-6194168949582227794</id><published>2009-02-12T13:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:04:45.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You like skinny jeans??!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Today Eden made me do a huge, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;BELLY laugh out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;and I HAD to write, so I wouldn't forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally pulled out a pair of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;skinny jeans&lt;/span&gt; I bought while on a Girls' Trip, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;(egged on by my much more stylish and "up to date" sisters-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;the fact that they were only $6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; from Gap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  It has been well over a year since I've worn them, and I was curious if they finally fit again.  Once I put them on, Eden asked, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;"You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; skinny jeans??!"&lt;/span&gt;  I was not daunted by the question, thinking how stylish I must look, and answered that yes, I did indeed.  Her eyebrows went up, with a shrug of her shoulders.  Then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; asked, "Don't &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like skinny jeans?" &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Her reply was immediate, uncensored, and completely blunt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"No, I think they look like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;tights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause, pause, I wasn't sure if that was a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;general observation&lt;/span&gt;, or one aimed at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what she was seeing right then&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I decided there are only 3 possible conclusions to be drawn from this event:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 1)&lt;/span&gt;  She was reinforcing her argument why SHE won't wear the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh-so-cute-and-stylis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeDNnXPmB9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/SsbdpoSUecU/s1600-h/P1060793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeDNnXPmB9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/SsbdpoSUecU/s200/P1060793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323480835689940946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;h skinny jeans&lt;/span&gt; I bought her.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; She remembers seeing her friend just last week in skinny jeans, she told me, and said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;"it looked like she had tights on with a shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;" (As I listened, I was secretely hoping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; to be what spawned the comment),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; (and most likely)  Maybe this is a good indication &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; back to normal&lt;/span&gt; and this is a 6 yr old's sweet way to say so...  Oh well, it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;back to the gym I go&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!   (No worries, I'm STILL wearing them--just to try and believe it wasn't #3!  In fact, if I get brave enough, I will even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take a picture&lt;/span&gt; of the forementioned skinny jeans...if I do this, then I'm either &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;, hoping for a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;, or truly in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;denial&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, if we could only be so honest with everyone we meet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932035667555298132-6194168949582227794?l=sclarkclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6194168949582227794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932035667555298132&amp;postID=6194168949582227794' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/6194168949582227794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/6194168949582227794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-like-skinny-jeans.html' title='&quot;You like skinny jeans??!&quot;'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07966921149397614306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZShORLBKxI/AAAAAAAAALw/UsNwnJ4xt_Q/S220/P1060431.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SeDNnXPmB9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/SsbdpoSUecU/s72-c/P1060793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932035667555298132.post-1670471175208564754</id><published>2009-02-06T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:20:13.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SY4hTA_MbEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/gX69GdFyze4/s1600-h/P1060761.JPG'/><title type='text'>Top 10, no, 11 reasons I love Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SYyCO5PObEI/AAAAAAAAAJk/m1MtjJWcuLM/s1600-h/P1060713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SYyCO5PObEI/AAAAAAAAAJk/m1MtjJWcuLM/s200/P1060713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299754053902691394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY changed my layout!! Not that it's important, but change is always good.  (At least Avery's excited and cheering me on...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I thought I'd write a few things I'm grateful for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nights I can &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SLEEP&lt;/span&gt; more than 5 hours at a time!!  (It's starting to happen m&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SY4ct_0rJDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/itm6op4mQUo/s1600-h/P1060784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SY4ct_0rJDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/itm6op4mQUo/s200/P1060784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300205388013708338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ore regularly!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls who love to play in the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt;.  It may take 20 minutes to get all the "gear" on, but they can spend hours out there if they wear all the right stuff!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls who remember to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;use the bathroom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; they start the 20 min  ritual&lt;/span&gt; to get on the snow gear...&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SY4hS9FOUOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1bdZRUJKjBQ/s200/P1060753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300210420979486946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Childlike confidence&lt;/span&gt;:  Rilee got a guitar for Christmas, and after just a few strums, she thought she was a superstar!!  She had it strapped to her constantly for a few days (slinging it over her shoulder if she wasn't using it).  She just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; she was good!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Times when I get a "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;!" instead of hunched shoulders and chin sticking out while saying "ahhh", when my kids ask, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"What's for dinner?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SY4ctg3qFjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/l3eJHjThje4/s1600-h/P1060787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SY4ctg3qFjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/l3eJHjThje4/s200/P1060787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300205379704722994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Days, weeks, or months &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;without sickness&lt;/span&gt;!!!  We've just gone through 2 bouts of strep throat, coughs, co&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SY4cMAqBPoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/opHf36_3OWw/s200/P1060779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300204804121902722" border="0" /&gt;lds, and even a small bout of RSV with Avery.  Luckily, it was mild, and although I've felt like I'd never get to go out again as we've kept isolated, I think we're finally through!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;--who loves you even when you lose your mind!  It is nice to know that no matter how bad I look, how little sleep I got, how grumpy I am, or how much I vent, my family stillloves me and knows who I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; am, even when I don't act like it!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Fat Burning Yoga&lt;/span&gt; and days I actually get to exercise...I know this sounds cheesy,  but I have really come to rely on the stress reliever that exercise is for me.  Since the sick girls, I&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SY4hSXXrt2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GUeiXqA84Ow/s200/P1060717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300210410856363874" border="0" /&gt; haven't been able to go to the gym and MISS IT!  (I never thought I'd say that and really mean it!)  So, Denise Austin's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fat Burning Yoga&lt;/span&gt; has to do it for now!  I especially love it when Eden joins me, then tells me how sore she is the next day holding all the poses!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1Week Husband&lt;/span&gt;--I can't tell you how great it was to have a husband around for a whole week!!  Especially since he told the girls, "Hey, run everything through Dad...Mom is off limits for the next few days!"  He let me go to lunch, go to the gym, read, or just do anything that was impossible without help.  Love that!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friends, Life lessons, and Prayer&lt;/span&gt;--I&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SY4hTA_MbEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/gX69GdFyze4/s200/P1060761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300210422027938882" border="0" /&gt; am constantly inspired by the people around me.  There are those who are facing true difficulty with grace, humility, and perspective.  There are great people I see that serve because that's who they are and want to be, and it makes me want to do even better.  I love lessons life teaches if we are humble enough to surrender to the Lord, knowing that is the only way we'll get through it.  And, what would life be without a lifeline to Heaven?!  We can gain peace, understanding, strength, feel true Love, whenever we want/need it, from the God of the Universe.  And, as busy as He is, He constantly calls for us to "come unto [Him]", let Him take our burdens, and make us equal to every challenge we face.  Amazing Grace.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exclamation Points!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  My brother, Jeremy, just made fun of all of us sisters/&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SY4kzIp1D_I/AAAAAAAAALE/5cYwIwB4nIg/s200/P1060773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300214272376508402" border="0" /&gt;Mom with our back and forth emails planning a Girls' Retreat, because he noticed that every sentence ended with an exclamation point.  He pointed out that not all sentences need to end with one, two, or three exclamation points, unless we are shouting each one.  Well, here's to being excited, and LOVING life so much, we have to end each expression with !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I win&lt;/span&gt;--we now have a contest of who can use them more often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932035667555298132-1670471175208564754?l=sclarkclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1670471175208564754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932035667555298132&amp;postID=1670471175208564754' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/1670471175208564754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/1670471175208564754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/top-10-no-11-reasons-i-love-life.html' title='Top 10, no, 11 reasons I love Life!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07966921149397614306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZShORLBKxI/AAAAAAAAALw/UsNwnJ4xt_Q/S220/P1060431.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SYyCO5PObEI/AAAAAAAAAJk/m1MtjJWcuLM/s72-c/P1060713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932035667555298132.post-1173698207441035291</id><published>2009-01-16T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:38:16.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not that popular, so...</title><content type='html'>I hadn't updated my blog in forever, and then realized, why even do it, since I have no readers anyway?!!  Ever since I went private, well, no one can get on, and since I went private after only my 2 or 3 postings, I hardly had any who checked in anyway!  I DO want to be safe, but, since no one knows to even look, it would be hard to cause problems from this blog!  Maybe wh&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZSHYCGM5FI/AAAAAAAAALc/8m95LlPO3JA/s1600-h/P1060780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZSHYCGM5FI/AAAAAAAAALc/8m95LlPO3JA/s200/P1060780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302011508271408210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en I get popular...ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Judy, Scott's mom (yes, we distinguish by first names since they are both Grandma Clark...!) always goes ALL out for Christmas!  It was so fun for the girls, especially.  She makes you feel like a million bucks, and always so loved.  We thank her for her huge effort every year to make Christmas unforgettable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going great.  Scott has been in Arizona for the mini golf tour he is doing tthere.  It has been hard to not have dad around, but the Lord makes up for things and has blessed us.  Ever since I was called as Relief Society President, I feel so busy anyway, by the end of the day, I just crash!  The girls have been awesome.  They try and "surprise" me every now and then with a clean kitchen, set&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZSGeiuoxaI/AAAAAAAAALU/NRccE4YBz0A/s1600-h/P1060766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZSGeiuoxaI/AAAAAAAAALU/NRccE4YBz0A/s200/P1060766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302010520598529442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; table, or straight house. Boy, it's nice to have older helpers and more mature kids!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I put the phone to Avery's ear to "talk" to dad, it's funny to see the look on her face.  At first, she listens intently, with a "this sounds familiar" dazed look on her face.  Then, recognition comes and a huge smile spreads across her face, and she starts pumping her arms up and down, as if she were going to take flight!  Pretty soon, screams and shrills fill the air, as her pent up energy and excitement have no other escape.  Now, she takes the phone in her hands looking at it intently, as if she were checking to see where dad is hiding inside!  She is changing and growing so fast, it has been so fun to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also loved watching the developing talents of my crew.  Each complain to have to practi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZSIjLkjbDI/AAAAAAAAALk/Fgoy4ttPQ1s/s1600-h/P1060771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZSIjLkjbDI/AAAAAAAAALk/Fgoy4ttPQ1s/s200/P1060771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302012799304821810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ce piano, but can't seem to pass the it without stopping and playing something!  I think I've heard that famous duet, bum bum, babum chord thing...a ZILLION times!  (Notice the over exaggeration  to make a point, which I have learned well from my girls!)  The funnest thing to watch are all the "original" compositions they all seem to come up with, especially Rilee.  She entered the Reflections "Wow" contest this year, and submitted a musical number and WON 1st Place!  Now, she thinks she IS the next Mozart, constantly composing something...some better than others, but entertaining just the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shailee is alwa&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZSGJ4vEQ3I/AAAAAAAAALM/YyqBMaUR1d8/s1600-h/P1020868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZSGJ4vEQ3I/AAAAAAAAALM/YyqBMaUR1d8/s200/P1020868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302010165728658290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ys excited to push herself to learn more in Ballet and get it "right".  She also LOVES math and friends!  She is becoming so responsible and mature...bitter sweet, as my "little" Shailee is no longer!  Eden is so fun to have around in the mornings before school.  She is a great reader, and keeps telling me that soon, she'll be bringing home all the chapter books with NO pictures!  She also LOVES paint polish, makeup, and jewelry, and has the most catchy LAUGH, ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing well, and trying to stay afloat, loving the challenge of each day!  I realize this blog is for me, by the way, so no pressure to read this...but I will do better to update soon!  Drop us a line sometime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932035667555298132-1173698207441035291?l=sclarkclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1173698207441035291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932035667555298132&amp;postID=1173698207441035291' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/1173698207441035291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/1173698207441035291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-that-popular-so.html' title='I&apos;m not that popular, so...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07966921149397614306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZShORLBKxI/AAAAAAAAALw/UsNwnJ4xt_Q/S220/P1060431.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZSHYCGM5FI/AAAAAAAAALc/8m95LlPO3JA/s72-c/P1060780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932035667555298132.post-9020792727626912162</id><published>2008-11-13T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:45:09.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, it's the old age...</title><content type='html'>(I look at other's postings and keep thinking I need to update my blog.  I put it off until I finally realize my last post says "winter already" and that was like a month and a half ago....what is up with time?!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's November...correction, the MIDDLE of November even, and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swear&lt;/span&gt; it seems school just began not too long ago...Then it hits me, as I realize one semi-depressing fact:  Sometimes I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; like I'm losing my mind mainly, because, well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I AM&lt;/span&gt;!  You see, I just turned &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35&lt;/span&gt;...and was graciously informed by a friend of mine that I am now officially in the "high risk" pregnancy group...!!!  Are they serious?!  Since when does 35 seem old?  I thought this was the day of 60 is the new 50, 50 the new 40, y&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;et somehow 35 is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just too old to safely have children&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0TX1dKI-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/CLkKNEivW-Q/s1600-h/P1060631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0TX1dKI-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/CLkKNEivW-Q/s200/P1060631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268388439300645858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I am exaggerating a bit, but it really is weird--it feels like I just graduated from BYU not long ago until I see a REAL recent graduate who looks like they are about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12 years old&lt;/span&gt;!!!  Is this how it's going to be the rest of our lives?  Our minds keep thinking and our bodies keep feeling we are "so young" and we forget how we actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;age&lt;/span&gt; when time passes until we see someone who really is, well, young!  Basically, I feel like I am in a time warp that speeds everything up and I'm just trying to keep waking up to go through another warp speed day before dropping into bed!  I know I'm not the only one who can feel this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fall Highlights&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;*Cornbellies at Thanksgiving Point with the cousins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0TYNfKYII/AAAAAAAAAFI/OkiI9jDDFBU/s1600-h/P1060589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0TYNfKYII/AAAAAAAAAFI/OkiI9jDDFBU/s200/P1060589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268388445751500930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0UTzIOf-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/czy233kfOvQ/s1600-h/P1060600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0UTzIOf-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/czy233kfOvQ/s200/P1060600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268389469468131298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0UTrZ9ThI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rKg6x-Kc2UI/s1600-h/P1060599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0UTrZ9ThI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rKg6x-Kc2UI/s200/P1060599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268389467395018258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0e_triagI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GFYj2aApo4U/s200/CB+Kids+Maze.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268401219036146178" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0fADLxchI/AAAAAAAAAGo/P8tcEz540mg/s200/P1060603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268401224808493586" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0fATnuSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qygKw8DkFqg/s200/P1060601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268401229220694050" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0fA9SvFOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OngaMD3gRhE/s200/P1060602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268401240406955234" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0USXtYd1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vh66NJ4FJjw/s1600-h/P1060591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0USXtYd1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vh66NJ4FJjw/s200/P1060591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268389444927911762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0UStOy5_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/K-kva1nZ3l0/s1600-h/P1060593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0UStOy5_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/K-kva1nZ3l0/s200/P1060593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268389450705201138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0UTKGR-NI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VRw35H17Iy0/s1600-h/P1060596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0UTKGR-NI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VRw35H17Iy0/s200/P1060596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268389458454116562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0fBIdmkJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Ak-oWGGpTRQ/s200/P1060607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268401243405324434" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FHE in the Canyon with Grandma:&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0gPIV38fI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8NW9oybWmfE/s200/P1060629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268402583402705394" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0gOrIdKTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jONsny4i0mU/s200/P1060632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268402575561795890" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0gOSVfyrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/v1OfCmay9hs/s200/P1060624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268402568905607858" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0gNg3PDrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3Yjrpnvpy8A/s200/P1060615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268402555625344690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Halloween was great, as always, for the girls!  (It is funny how, even they, described how "Halloween just kind of snuck up on me, Mom!"  when asked about their costume choices this year!  Which is why they were super creative:   Shai was a soccer player--thank you Sandy City, Rilee was a vampire--black cape and teeth pretty much, and Eden was a "cheetah"--not a leopard, a cheetah, because somehow that is cool, tying her to the cheetah girls someway...!  Avery was a  hula girl--we couldn't resist showing the fleshy side of her!  When else can you get away with wearing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coconut shells&lt;/span&gt;, I mean, really?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SSL2NUe_kJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qD8dB0rza-U/s200/Avery+Hula+girl+Hall+08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270045222674337938" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SSL2M83Jw7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jI-eAD1iikI/s200/Family+halloween+08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270045216333218738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Grandma Judy's Halloween party is always a HUGE event, looked forward to by one and all (except perhaps Grandma herself?  once one sees all the effort/energy it takes to put it on!)&lt;br /&gt;And, the girls came home with a STASH of candy!  It's so fun to see their faces, so excited of their hard-earned loot.  But I admit, it is such a temptation to buy it off them, as that is a small price to pay in leiu of the dental bills that will, no doubt, be in the future...!  Yet, I hope they have a childhood with Halloween, candy-filled, memories as fond as mine--so I resist, (and try to save for the future!)  Ah, childhood is bliss!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932035667555298132-9020792727626912162?l=sclarkclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9020792727626912162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932035667555298132&amp;postID=9020792727626912162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/9020792727626912162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/9020792727626912162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-its-old-age.html' title='Oh, it&apos;s the old age...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07966921149397614306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZShORLBKxI/AAAAAAAAALw/UsNwnJ4xt_Q/S220/P1060431.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SR0TX1dKI-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/CLkKNEivW-Q/s72-c/P1060631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932035667555298132.post-3931381757690322914</id><published>2008-10-12T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:41:50.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Already?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is, the beginning of October, and SNOW has arrived already! Not that I have a thing against snow, per say. I mean, it's nice and all...it's beautiful, blankets the world, and helps one appreciate times when seeing the sun out coincides with a degree of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;warmth&lt;/span&gt;, and I love the fun it provides. But, what happened to &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;FAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;?! You know, the crisp air that requires only a light jacket, carmeled apples, candy corn, scarecrows, and mainly: the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;60-70 degree weather&lt;/span&gt; Fall?! Instead of going from hot, to dead cold, let's have some weeks of high sixties and low seventies, just for fun. Who's with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, October means a half a year has gone by since Avery arrived in our life. It's funny how it's hard to imagine life without her here, as if it never existed, or that she always has existed in the family, even though she'll only be 6 months! Looking back, it is amazing how quickly babies change in such a short amount of time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPK6JY552wI/AAAAAAAAADY/1qLjGuSY4tM/s1600-h/AveryEdenJaneSidney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256468385561697026" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPK6JY552wI/AAAAAAAAADY/1qLjGuSY4tM/s200/AveryEdenJaneSidney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPNxE0tT1PI/AAAAAAAAAEA/x9pJo3LNfx4/s1600-h/Avery+1+mo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256669517753603314" style="WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPNxE0tT1PI/AAAAAAAAAEA/x9pJo3LNfx4/s200/Avery+1+mo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPK6diavSMI/AAAAAAAAADg/SZYBraW1Dio/s1600-h/Avery+2+mo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256468731712719042" style="WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPK6diavSMI/AAAAAAAAADg/SZYBraW1Dio/s200/Avery+2+mo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPK7Gh-wTyI/AAAAAAAAADo/VwqY074j1CA/s1600-h/Avery+3+mo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256469435969982242" style="WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPK7Gh-wTyI/AAAAAAAAADo/VwqY074j1CA/s200/Avery+3+mo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPK99vZIZGI/AAAAAAAAADw/xdVXcFvfCpM/s1600-h/Avery+Eden+Sleeping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256472583486334050" style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPK99vZIZGI/AAAAAAAAADw/xdVXcFvfCpM/s200/Avery+Eden+Sleeping.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPNwxsT6RhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u_req0BARUs/s1600-h/Avery+5+months+standing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256669189082072594" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPNwxsT6RhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u_req0BARUs/s200/Avery+5+months+standing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPwU_D1IrMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/plBgKKn4H_Y/s1600-h/Avery+shirt+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259101538454383810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPwU_D1IrMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/plBgKKn4H_Y/s200/Avery+shirt+hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few photos from each of her months! She is amazing, and we feel lucky to be her parents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I have actually posted this, the days have gotten warmer, and I am LOVING it!! I hear the cold will return shortly, so I hope to enjoy the warmth while it is here! It's all perspective to not complain, but enjoy what you do have, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery also reached a milestone: she has begun to say "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;da da&lt;/span&gt;", which Scott, of course, LOVES! My favorite is when she just babbles as loud as can be, almost with an urgency to her "DA DA", down to a small, cute whisper you have to lean in to hear &lt;em&gt;"da da da",&lt;/em&gt; with a huge smile on her face! (We've been told she smiles with her whole face...it's great!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also thinks it is funny to cough, since Scott laughs at her when she does, and mimics her until she starts to laugh/smile. This leads to her "fake" coughing, and you can feel her tummy forcing in, and such a fake sounding cough coming out, in between smiles! I love that the smallest things were so entertaining...who knew?! She also likes to growl to herself in between her jabbering...so funny! It's like since she found her voice, she just "talks" all day long, loud/soft, deep growling, and everything in between! Honestly, what would the world do without kids?! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPwZhUvAPtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/oFIxRbuwM9M/s1600-h/Avery+Feather+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259106525154131666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPwZhUvAPtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/oFIxRbuwM9M/s200/Avery+Feather+bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932035667555298132-3931381757690322914?l=sclarkclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3931381757690322914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932035667555298132&amp;postID=3931381757690322914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/3931381757690322914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/3931381757690322914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/2008/10/snow-already.html' title='Snow Already?!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07966921149397614306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZShORLBKxI/AAAAAAAAALw/UsNwnJ4xt_Q/S220/P1060431.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPK6JY552wI/AAAAAAAAADY/1qLjGuSY4tM/s72-c/AveryEdenJaneSidney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932035667555298132.post-1274132921738242065</id><published>2008-08-14T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:12:01.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLOG?  Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me?  Summer...and School again?'/><title type='text'>THE CLARK CLAN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPDpTkDrhBI/AAAAAAAAACw/ypk2CwrQqLg/s1600-h/FamilyBaptism-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255957287447266322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPDpTkDrhBI/AAAAAAAAACw/ypk2CwrQqLg/s320/FamilyBaptism-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;SOOOO, I FINALLY broke down and started a blog! Never thought I would, but all you friends who have bravely gone before me, gave me courage and hope, that a crazed, sleep deprived Mom like me could do it too! Hopefully I will figure out how to do cool stuff like you all, but for now, a few pictures and journal entries will have to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLIGHTS OF 2008:&lt;br /&gt;This winter seemed to last forever, maybe it felt that way since I was counting down my last trimester of our &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4th&lt;/span&gt; girl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Avery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Marie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Clark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPDojWLrzKI/AAAAAAAAACg/pvrnJlz7yAY/s1600-h/DSC_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255956459089022114" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPDojWLrzKI/AAAAAAAAACg/pvrnJlz7yAY/s320/DSC_0431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPDojnmj_AI/AAAAAAAAACo/KHUIhd7_8oc/s1600-h/DSC_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255956463765158914" style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPDojnmj_AI/AAAAAAAAACo/KHUIhd7_8oc/s320/DSC_0513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///Users/Clark/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///Users/Clark/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///Users/Clark/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;(Yes, fourth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;Good thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;g Scott is a great girl Dad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///Users/Clark/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///Users/Clark/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///Users/Clark/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;He toughens them up, gets them to all play sports, and can calm them down immediately!) Avery came two weeks early in April and has been SO much fun! Of course, she really has FOUR mothers, as the others are 9, 8, and 5 1/2! I am finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel as she officially slept th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;rough the night this week! I had been a walking zombie (as all moms, right?!), but now, I think 5 hours in a row is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;! Avery is a chunky, er, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt; baby weighing in at 15 lbs 15 oz at four months! As long as she is taking it from me, I think the chunkier, the better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SKdEzCUm4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/grv81UDzAik/s1600-h/2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235228735428813490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SKdEzCUm4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/grv81UDzAik/s320/2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SKdG1C8Dr-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/M6vn6tWwoBc/s1600-h/May2008-1+%28Sid%27s+Dance+Competition%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235230968977272802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SKdG1C8Dr-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/M6vn6tWwoBc/s320/May2008-1+%28Sid%27s+Dance+Competition%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;OTHER highlights include: Dance Concert/Competitions for Shailee, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;Rilee, and Ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;en; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;Las Vegas with da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;d'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;s golf;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacations to Breckenridge, CO outside of Vail with my family to meet up with Jeremy and his family. Gorgeous views everywhere we turned!; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPDvNSiipdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2ZuWg6bSY90/s1600-h/P1060215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255963776735421906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPDvNSiipdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2ZuWg6bSY90/s320/P1060215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SK9ESKAHOgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jmRmfxXPwD4/s1600-h/P1060241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237479970368338434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SK9ESKAHOgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jmRmfxXPwD4/s320/P1060241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPDvNzpjGWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4ZvETy9RkKw/s1600-h/P1060233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255963785623181666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPDvNzpjGWI/AAAAAAAAADA/4ZvETy9RkKw/s320/P1060233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our yearly Lake Powell trip with my family, to name a few. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SK9Lpr6TqFI/AAAAAAAAABg/SovOjUEiIc0/s1600-h/P1060350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237488071189178450" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SK9Lpr6TqFI/AAAAAAAAABg/SovOjUEiIc0/s320/P1060350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SK9Lp1UDDpI/AAAAAAAAABo/W8QxrtlFdsE/s1600-h/P1060343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237488073713061522" style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SK9Lp1UDDpI/AAAAAAAAABo/W8QxrtlFdsE/s320/P1060343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SK9LqT6Sn8I/AAAAAAAAABw/Zn2a2rpXEEQ/s1600-h/P1060337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237488081926528962" style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SK9LqT6Sn8I/AAAAAAAAABw/Zn2a2rpXEEQ/s320/P1060337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SK9JSh4E7oI/AAAAAAAAABY/eLx0u6GWBSo/s1600-h/P1060204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237485474335223426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SK9JSh4E7oI/AAAAAAAAABY/eLx0u6GWBSo/s320/P1060204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;Also, Rilee got ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;ptized &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;and we blessed Avery the same day, very cool. They had great family turn out, which made them feel very special. To make it even better, t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;heir cousin, Ashlyn, got baptized too--very fun and unforgettable for them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;For us, school is already in full swing as our year round &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;track started July 28 this year! It seems crazy that 3 of my 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;girls are in Elementary together! (Can't wait for Parent Teacher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;conferences...!) I am amazed at how well they all adjust and seem to e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;xcel and and love learning! Eden, 5, especially has been excited to start Kindergarten. She can't wait to do her "homework" and loves reading already. It is weird to not have her around with me all day, which is an adjustment, but I'm getting through it! I certainly have enjoyed the time to spend doing just Avery, 4 months. And just when I get through a feeding and a nap for her, the girls are home, all fighting for their turn to hold her again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;I love summer and the looks on my kids' faces when they are beet r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SK9ETMsPkTI/AAAAAAAAABA/9BleUgdmnlo/s1600-h/P1060435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237479988270174514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SK9ETMsPkTI/AAAAAAAAABA/9BleUgdmnlo/s320/P1060435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;ed and panting from running too hard, or from riding their bikes, or from getting their "exercise". (Ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;lee, 8, especially seems to love anything to do with exercising! In fact, once we were at Grandma's and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;all the Aunts wanted to do a workout together. Rilee decided to join in and by the time we met her in the gym, she was running on the treadmill on her own at 6.2 mph! Gotta love her energy!) I also love how they get to play all day with their many friends, since there is usually about 10-12 kids in our greencourt in front of our house every night playing games. So fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SK9ESjenzcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QMYjGVFkiCg/s1600-h/P1060431.JPG"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237479977207188930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SK9ESjenzcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QMYjGVFkiCg/s320/P1060431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;We're espe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;cially excited that s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;ummer will last a bit longer as our ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;ar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;round track will take another break th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;e last 2 weeks of August and first week of September. Oh, to be a kid again, and only worry about how to quickly do your chores (or pretend you did and try and trick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt; Mom), so you can decide who to play with that day! Sprinklers, ice cream, BBQs, s'mores, vacations, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;...how can one NOT love summer?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SK9JSP8eRRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAzBECR99Gk/s1600-h/P1060451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237485469521822994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SK9JSP8eRRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAzBECR99Gk/s320/P1060451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SK9ETWzFamI/AAAAAAAAABI/2peuSQxqZjs/s1600-h/P1060445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237479990983223906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SK9ETWzFamI/AAAAAAAAABI/2peuSQxqZjs/s320/P1060445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SKdHNCY9m8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/jy2GlfdV5KI/s1600-h/2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235231381146934210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 263px; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SKdHNCY9m8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/jy2GlfdV5KI/s320/2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2932035667555298132-1274132921738242065?l=sclarkclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1274132921738242065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932035667555298132&amp;postID=1274132921738242065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/1274132921738242065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932035667555298132/posts/default/1274132921738242065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclarkclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/clark-clan.html' title='THE CLARK CLAN!!!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07966921149397614306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SZShORLBKxI/AAAAAAAAALw/UsNwnJ4xt_Q/S220/P1060431.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utBQYEv4zrw/SPDpTkDrhBI/AAAAAAAAACw/ypk2CwrQqLg/s72-c/FamilyBaptism-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
