<?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-2304636100452834203</id><updated>2011-07-28T12:14:10.086-07:00</updated><category term='Memories of Grandma Catherine'/><category term='CJ loves anything Winter'/><category term='going to the snow is one of his favorite'/><title type='text'>SEAMONS FAMILY BLOG</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-6374997181311469709</id><published>2010-03-09T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:53:17.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one and only...... no more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/S5clZ6iKTaI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/MF4vw-KnL54/s1600-h/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446863401467399586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/S5clZ6iKTaI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/MF4vw-KnL54/s400/128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Alyssa Petra Campos has arrived, we still love our Jenni, but she is no longer all alone. She has another girl to help her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/S5cj_86sAzI/AAAAAAAAAZs/G5eSXDm54pE/s1600-h/553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446861855918916402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/S5cj_86sAzI/AAAAAAAAAZs/G5eSXDm54pE/s400/553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love having another baby around! She is so cute!  Those chubby cheeks are just too fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-6374997181311469709?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6374997181311469709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=6374997181311469709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/6374997181311469709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/6374997181311469709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-and-only-no-more.html' title='The one and only...... no more!'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/S5clZ6iKTaI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/MF4vw-KnL54/s72-c/128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-4109443691256490001</id><published>2010-03-09T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:32:13.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me Max</title><content type='html'>Aunt Colleen kept asking Isiah what his name was, and no matter what he said, Aunt Colleen said she was going to call him Max.  He would get very excited and tell her no his name was Isiah.  All night this went on, she would explain why she couldn't say his name, then he would tell her his name wasn't Max!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/S5cc3o6Z5AI/AAAAAAAAAZk/WwA89KwT8SQ/s1600-h/548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446854016528671746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/S5cc3o6Z5AI/AAAAAAAAAZk/WwA89KwT8SQ/s400/548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ended the night on the floor playing with the legos and as Isiah cleaned up and got ready to leave, he turned back to Aunt Colleen and said. "OK, you can call me Max!"   She had won!  He knew a friend when he saw one, they are fast friends now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-4109443691256490001?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4109443691256490001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=4109443691256490001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/4109443691256490001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/4109443691256490001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-call-me-max.html' title='Just call me Max'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/S5cc3o6Z5AI/AAAAAAAAAZk/WwA89KwT8SQ/s72-c/548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-1212057292522109336</id><published>2009-06-27T23:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:52:26.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One and Only, well for now.....</title><content type='html'>This beautiful child is my one and only granddaughter. I say for now because Petra has yet to find out if she is going to have a girl or boy. In the mean time Jenni Marie is our only beautiful granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcPYYoARyI/AAAAAAAAAWM/SvdKD9TsssI/s1600-h/100_1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352263593754642210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcPYYoARyI/AAAAAAAAAWM/SvdKD9TsssI/s400/100_1029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has always been the best at posing for pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcQLGuYCWI/AAAAAAAAAWU/WZcukf-Q_nw/s1600-h/100_1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352264465122855266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcQLGuYCWI/AAAAAAAAAWU/WZcukf-Q_nw/s400/100_1027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcQevNzIJI/AAAAAAAAAWc/6JXbUpPsxNY/s1600-h/100_1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352264802409586834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcQevNzIJI/AAAAAAAAAWc/6JXbUpPsxNY/s400/100_1230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are asked to come and stand by the flowers for pictures, and no they run away. Jenni Marie stands very patient and lets us snap away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcS60fNSrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/LXy7GpdSoZA/s1600-h/Hans+%26+Shelli%27s+wedding+pictures+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352267483884374706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcS60fNSrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/LXy7GpdSoZA/s400/Hans+%26+Shelli%27s+wedding+pictures+039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahhh the joys of a granddaughter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-1212057292522109336?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1212057292522109336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=1212057292522109336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/1212057292522109336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/1212057292522109336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-and-only-well-for-now.html' title='The One and Only, well for now.....'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcPYYoARyI/AAAAAAAAAWM/SvdKD9TsssI/s72-c/100_1029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-7419681782156485316</id><published>2009-06-27T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:34:02.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie "The Sister"</title><content type='html'>This is my little sister Cookie, she is not only the youngest of my sisters but the shortest.  Dad would tell us "good things came in small packages" when referring to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcKNAawsDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qB0Otyc8nwg/s1600-h/DSC08382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352257900719943730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcKNAawsDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qB0Otyc8nwg/s400/DSC08382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were all at the Temple to see my niece  Sara get married to Gary Grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcKq0r3-6I/AAAAAAAAAVk/s6YQ1N1wkeU/s1600-h/IMG_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352258412966575010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcKq0r3-6I/AAAAAAAAAVk/s6YQ1N1wkeU/s400/IMG_0551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were so excited to see them, but while waiting we were taking pictures of the family hanging around. Mom told me to make sure to get pictures of everyone. Every time I tried to get a picture of Cookie I got things like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcLQ8jqIJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/CC2DaPnttdM/s1600-h/IMG_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352259067914625170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcLQ8jqIJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/CC2DaPnttdM/s400/IMG_0554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, she would do anything to not let me get a picture of her. So my niece Annaleesa and I were on a mission to get as many pictures of Cookie as we could. That is the problem with our family, just tell us we can't do something and it becomes a priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcMPYil1JI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Uci52dps4zk/s1600-h/IMG_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352260140578231442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcMPYil1JI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Uci52dps4zk/s400/IMG_0560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute girl next to Cookie, is my niece Bridget, so darling!! And very nice about letting me take her picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcMO8mleVI/AAAAAAAAAV0/BIf84hWFn-U/s1600-h/IMG_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352260133078792530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcMO8mleVI/AAAAAAAAAV0/BIf84hWFn-U/s400/IMG_0559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, these are some cuties, in my defense most of these pictures are from Annaleesa, she is the best at sneaking up and snapping a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcNDMY3P5I/AAAAAAAAAWE/lYv6pXqvLCg/s1600-h/IMG_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352261030669402002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcNDMY3P5I/AAAAAAAAAWE/lYv6pXqvLCg/s400/IMG_0553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She never saw the picture above coming!! I think she was watching her kids do something.  Poor Cookie she should remember how crazy her family is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; P.S. I love the dress, so lots of pictures are good, right??  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, not falling for that, then I am going with "Mom made we do it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-7419681782156485316?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7419681782156485316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=7419681782156485316' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/7419681782156485316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/7419681782156485316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/cookie-sister.html' title='Cookie &quot;The Sister&quot;'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkcKNAawsDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qB0Otyc8nwg/s72-c/DSC08382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-764310735210597785</id><published>2009-06-25T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:53:17.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINISH LINE!!</title><content type='html'>So when did this Cutie .......&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkP73DIgRzI/AAAAAAAAAUk/_5de1cbgyrU/s1600-h/old+pics+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351397705398634290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkP73DIgRzI/AAAAAAAAAUk/_5de1cbgyrU/s400/old+pics+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; turn into this Cutie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkP8ada-JFI/AAAAAAAAAUs/cGg1OW-J3GU/s1600-h/Allie+grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351398313750832210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkP8ada-JFI/AAAAAAAAAUs/cGg1OW-J3GU/s400/Allie+grad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt like we were in a race, it started with Seminary graduation. I forgot to take a picture of her at that event. When they called our ward it was so sweet to see her go up and stand with the same boys she went thru primary and YM/YW with and now they were done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then on to graduation she had such fun with all her friends, we had a BBQ after the graduation and then they were off to have fun!&lt;/p&gt;Then we had her Young Womanhood recognition award night. All of her sisters have gotten this award, and she was so happy to be done with all the goals and fun things that make up that award. 80 hours of projects can be hard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkQFxhM9ZkI/AAAAAAAAAVE/GRAj5PaFujI/s1600-h/100_1288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351408605507446338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkQFxhM9ZkI/AAAAAAAAAVE/GRAj5PaFujI/s400/100_1288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allie as the Laurel President, conducted the meeting. She will be released as she goes on to Singles Ward, sometime this summer. She has been the Laurel President for a couple of years, she will not miss all the meeting, or maybe not, she has finally got conducting BYC down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkQGkvExyBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/K58SJvzSx3g/s1600-h/100_1289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351409485404555282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkQGkvExyBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/K58SJvzSx3g/s400/100_1289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought about her friends the "group" that gathered that graduation night, they couldn't wait to celebrate and be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkP_FFhJ1sI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9j-Kmw4Jw7k/s1600-h/Allie%27s+gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351401245091944130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkP_FFhJ1sI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9j-Kmw4Jw7k/s400/Allie%27s+gang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are always together, they have such fun and generally support each other in all they do.&lt;br /&gt;Allie was always running to see someone in a play or concert, someone was sick, hurt, no matter what they did it together. This has been such a wonderful support system, a group of people that think and act pretty much the same way. They are LOUD and crazy, but this picture (above) was a cold winter day they decided to start the year off at the temple grounds bearing their testimonies to each other. Just for support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkQEBwtzRMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/TDReoW4EDeo/s1600-h/allie+with+the+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351406685526377666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkQEBwtzRMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/TDReoW4EDeo/s400/allie+with+the+girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These faces are the girls she is with the most! They met as Freshman in a Seminary class and have formed a bond that will last for a long time!! We as a family have come to love these girls, they have supported Allie in all she does! This morning I dropped off Allie to do the handcart trek, she really didn't want to go, she was dragging her feeting the whole time, then she saw Jayme, it was all OK, she was ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;So as we crossed the Finish Line, Allie runs to the next Starting Line and begins the next phase of her life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to fly......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkQNs3ZZuDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ZXpdEcwLICk/s1600-h/allie+and+unbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351417321658890290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkQNs3ZZuDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ZXpdEcwLICk/s400/allie+and+unbrella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love you cutie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-764310735210597785?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/764310735210597785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=764310735210597785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/764310735210597785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/764310735210597785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/finish-line.html' title='FINISH LINE!!'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SkP73DIgRzI/AAAAAAAAAUk/_5de1cbgyrU/s72-c/old+pics+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-315052802436571046</id><published>2009-05-07T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:12:29.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winding Down!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SgOo6NE81yI/AAAAAAAAATM/iWA014hA59A/s1600-h/l_c7fbe587d493c0cc9f19ff9038031345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333292101633103650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SgOo6NE81yI/AAAAAAAAATM/iWA014hA59A/s320/l_c7fbe587d493c0cc9f19ff9038031345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am watching Allie's Senior year winding down. It is interesting how ambivalent I am about her leaving High School. All the crazy coming and going, the kids (girls!!) getting ready for dates, dances, parties...etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loud laughter, the trashed bedroom (somehow they need to try on every thing in the closet and leave the rest on the bed.) the trail of cologne and overnight bags!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SgOw55FsuLI/AAAAAAAAATs/5pLW4wyq_lA/s1600-h/n1265018874_30269115_9191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333300892360554674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SgOw55FsuLI/AAAAAAAAATs/5pLW4wyq_lA/s320/n1265018874_30269115_9191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tonight's events are what made me think of this.. she is running out the door and down the street to Maggie's to have her peer edit her Senior Research Project. She has been running out the door and down to Maggie's for years. We have a wonderful picture of Maggie and Allie holding hands in the Kindergarten Thanksgiving pagent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is really small but all the way to the left is Allie and Maggie, and I wish you could see better that they are holding hands. They are so scared, and they have been friend ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SgOtrYJR7JI/AAAAAAAAATc/vkv5VJyYrpQ/s1600-h/Kindergarten.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333297344464153746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SgOtrYJR7JI/AAAAAAAAATc/vkv5VJyYrpQ/s320/Kindergarten.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allie is working on college funding and who is going where, I am tired but I know soon, Maggie won't be, down the street to the corner and count 3 houses. She will be in Paris, France going to College, and Jayme and Kristi are off to BYU I and poor Allie will be here going to Sierra for a semester. Several of the kids got into BYU and the rest are going to BYU I and CA Universities. I know all this noise will be gone soon and I am just remembering to enjoy while I can. I have been ordered off the computer so more homework can commence, now that I won't miss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-315052802436571046?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/315052802436571046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=315052802436571046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/315052802436571046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/315052802436571046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/winding-down.html' title='Winding Down!!'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SgOo6NE81yI/AAAAAAAAATM/iWA014hA59A/s72-c/l_c7fbe587d493c0cc9f19ff9038031345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-3554794991837338361</id><published>2009-05-02T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:33:10.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession is good for the Soul!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/Sf0QMB5qtTI/AAAAAAAAATE/_G8KsF4DU_Y/s1600-h/petra+and+ed+camera+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331435332731319602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/Sf0QMB5qtTI/AAAAAAAAATE/_G8KsF4DU_Y/s320/petra+and+ed+camera+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have thought for a long while that we should have written down all the crazy things Petra said as a child. Well, now that she has CJ we know the crazy sayings are hereditary. So if you are tried of hearing about my beautiful Grandchildren you might want to stop reading now.&lt;br /&gt;Petra had borrowed a CD from Katie and lost it. She and CJ got home and he found out his Mom had lost the CD, he got very upset and told her "just tell her now, Please, she is going to be VERY MAD, not at me I'm CJ, but she is going to be very mad at you. At this point he is pacing back and forth. He told her " Just confess, it's better that way, just tell her and get it over!!" Poor tortured soul, his Mother is going to drive him crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-3554794991837338361?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3554794991837338361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=3554794991837338361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/3554794991837338361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/3554794991837338361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/confession-is-good-for-soul.html' title='Confession is good for the Soul!!'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/Sf0QMB5qtTI/AAAAAAAAATE/_G8KsF4DU_Y/s72-c/petra+and+ed+camera+168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-4350082251692454884</id><published>2009-04-22T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:55:35.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your name???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/Se_O6N6lh5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/7UQyX9hRm_U/s1600-h/hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327704383765710738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/Se_O6N6lh5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/7UQyX9hRm_U/s320/hospital.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You ask what a Hospital sign has to do with the title of this blog??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the story. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efrain came to get the kids on Monday, life is normal, lots of hugs and kisses, Grandpa walks them to the car and waves them off. I come around the corner from work and wave as they go by. Efrain gets home and it is a normal night, dinner, homework with Jenni, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bath time&lt;/span&gt; and then Efrain starts feeling sick, but not bad, just not feeling right. By the time Randi gets home from work he is feeling pretty sick. He is up most of the night and by morning knows there is something really wrong. Randi hurries and gets the kids ready for school, Efrain is feeling pretty bad by now.&lt;br /&gt;Here is where we have to stop and give you a little back story. The twins go to preschool 5 days a week. Well, they used to both go but they don't like anyone picking on them, so if some other child had the misfortune to do something to one of them he got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wrath&lt;/span&gt; of both of them. They have a pretty good tag team thing going. You know, one pushes the offender down and the other kicks him, that kind of thing. Now only one of the twins can go each day, they take turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to our story. Efrain is sick and Randi is getting the kids out the door to school. Randi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tries&lt;/span&gt; to get Efrain to the Dr and by the time the kids are ready to be picked up from school. (they all go only half day, Jenni in Kindergarten and the boys preschool) Randi is ready to take Efrain to the Hospital. As she rushes to collect them she goes to pick up Isiah, she is in a big hurry, the teacher is trying to tell her she thinks there is something wrong with Isiah. As she is dragging this child to the car she looks down and realizes it's Isaac. She had sent Isaac to school instead of Isiah. He had spent the whole day trying to tell the teacher he wasn't Isiah. The teacher was sure it was Isiah, it was his day to be there, Isaac had been there the day before she carefully explained to Isaac. Poor kid was so confused, by the time I talked to them that night, Isiah told me "I don't go to school anymore, just Isaac." I told him yes he would get to go, but he said "no Isaac is Isiah one day and then Isaac the next day" well that is how it did happen but we couldn't stop laughing. Oh, and yes Efrain's appendix needed to come out, it was leaking into his system and he was one sick guy! He is in the hospital, recovering, but still there. His blood sugar is out of whack and they are watching for any infection.&lt;br /&gt;Those cute boys always have us laughing. Isiah is convinced if you throw up you have to go to the Hospital. He was throwing a month or so ago, he had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;concussion&lt;/span&gt;, so he was in the ER for several hours. Now his Dad was throwing up and had to stay several days. So he told me to make sure not to throw up because you have to go to the Hospital, and it's not fun!! This was said with a mouthful of ice cream Grandma and Grandpa (Jeff and I) had brought to help the nerves, of a very long day at the ER and then being taken back home to Aunt Allie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-4350082251692454884?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4350082251692454884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=4350082251692454884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/4350082251692454884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/4350082251692454884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-your-name.html' title='What is your name???'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/Se_O6N6lh5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/7UQyX9hRm_U/s72-c/hospital.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-3478489686447121097</id><published>2009-02-14T21:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:00:21.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couples Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SZesJStvQgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/O10oDYSL_3k/s1600-h/family+camera+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302896361894527490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SZesJStvQgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/O10oDYSL_3k/s320/family+camera+278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This almost looks like a fake background. I decided to see if I could get a picture of the snow falling. It was soooo cold standing out there but the view was so incredible I kept walking back out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SZes9UuAsYI/AAAAAAAAASE/pKuWO7ZCVCs/s1600-h/family+camera+273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302897255785738626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SZes9UuAsYI/AAAAAAAAASE/pKuWO7ZCVCs/s320/family+camera+273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the entrance to the big lodge we were in for the event. It is huge and very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SZet2nLq1YI/AAAAAAAAASM/OBlo-AF3nF4/s1600-h/family+camera+287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302898239994516866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SZet2nLq1YI/AAAAAAAAASM/OBlo-AF3nF4/s320/family+camera+287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeff and I were so in awe of all the snow. It snowed pretty much the whole time we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SZeuevyVruI/AAAAAAAAASU/vlYWpWdHMOI/s1600-h/family+camera+280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302898929498959586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SZeuevyVruI/AAAAAAAAASU/vlYWpWdHMOI/s320/family+camera+280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We thought it was approprate that Linda and Grant were in room 309. Jeff and I were in the room across the hall, so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SZevDqfCg-I/AAAAAAAAASc/s-veaJyYkEs/s1600-h/family+camera+285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302899563730994146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SZevDqfCg-I/AAAAAAAAASc/s-veaJyYkEs/s320/family+camera+285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeff thought it was fun so see how far he could slide, all I could think of was how I was going to get him to the hospital when he broke his leg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-3478489686447121097?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3478489686447121097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=3478489686447121097' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/3478489686447121097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/3478489686447121097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/couples-retreat.html' title='Couples Retreat'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SZesJStvQgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/O10oDYSL_3k/s72-c/family+camera+278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-3998818936481747871</id><published>2009-02-02T19:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T07:35:22.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SYe1tW-uqdI/AAAAAAAAARU/PXltQCkHQ5Q/s1600-h/Dad%27s+last+birthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298403277492103634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SYe1tW-uqdI/AAAAAAAAARU/PXltQCkHQ5Q/s320/Dad%27s+last+birthday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just passed my Dad's birthday. Last year Dad was bedridden but sitting up and smiling and ready for his Birthday Dinner. Ron and I raced around and got him a steak dinner (thanks to Ron!!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Randimarie&lt;/span&gt; decorated his room and Mom, Ron, Jeff and I all gathered around his bed and had a party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked Dad about each of his children, it was interesting to see how he looked at us, Linda being so able to handle anything in his eyes, Randy being the practical one, always able to fix anything, me, well, I would like to say he said I was sweet and wonderful, but that would be lying so I have to say he told me I was funny and always ready for a laugh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt; well better than being sad?? Cindy he told me was his sweet girl, she was most like his Mother in her ability to quilt, and do needle work. Ron was the sports boy, from the very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; Ron loved sports. Cookie was the baby and loved by all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; was the one he depended on, and at this time in his life, for his day to day stuff. Now remember this was a year ago and my aging memory is not the best but I loved that I heard one last time how Dad saw things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He went downhill from that night and we didn't get to have many more nights of laughing and pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you Dad, I am glad Mom sent me back in to give you hug that night. It was my last one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-3998818936481747871?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3998818936481747871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=3998818936481747871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/3998818936481747871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/3998818936481747871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SYe1tW-uqdI/AAAAAAAAARU/PXltQCkHQ5Q/s72-c/Dad%27s+last+birthday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-4617874891961584519</id><published>2009-01-30T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:21:17.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LAST SENIOR</title><content type='html'>We have early morning Seminary here in CA. So all of our kids had to get up and be over at the church at 6:30 am. If they were in the band or choir they had to go to early, early morning Seminary, and yes that is what they call it. It starts at 5:30 am. I got up and took the first 5 kids to Seminary. So when Allison came along I told Jeff it is his turn!!! He wasn't happy but for the last 3 1/2 years he has been doing it. We always find someone to car pool with  but he has to do at least part of it.&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed listening to him deal with this last child, remember this is his baby and he usually is pretty kind to her but after almost 4 years he is getting over it. It starts the same way every morning, "Allie are you up??"  "Yes, DAD!!"  she is very good about getting up to her alarm. Next, "Allie, did you eat??" and in previous years he added  "Allie did you take your pills??"  She had pills for her headaches she had to take every morning.  Then there is a bit of a pause, you can hear her getting ready. Then it starts again "Allie, time to go!"  about 1 minute goes by, (I have timed him!!) "Allie, time to go"  then after 2 minutes and I do mean 2 minutes he walks down the hall "Allie, I will be in the car!!" and he leaves. This morning I was just cracking up. Allie came to see what was going on, I just laughed, "your Dad says the exact same thing EVERY morning". She says "yeah???" well you would think he would know you always make it to the car late and you always have to carry half your clothes to get ready in the car!! AHHHH the joys of the last child. We laughed and then heard the horn honk out front and she grabbed her stuff and ran for it.  OK, here is the secret, when the car pool picks her up (at the same time Jeff takes her) she is totally ready to go. hmmmm I think she has trained her Dad????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-4617874891961584519?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4617874891961584519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=4617874891961584519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/4617874891961584519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/4617874891961584519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-senior.html' title='THE LAST SENIOR'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-5103306658035847272</id><published>2009-01-20T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:42:28.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I PASSED!!</title><content type='html'>I  thought my head was going to explode, but when it was all done they gave me a piece of paper stating that I PASSED!! Miracles happen everyday and today is one of those days!!  Yesterday, when I was studying my heart out, Jeff kept coming checking on me and brought me dinner so I wouldn't have to leave the computer. Then he gave me a blessing, I then knew that no matter what happened it was just fine!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-5103306658035847272?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5103306658035847272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=5103306658035847272' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/5103306658035847272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/5103306658035847272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-passed.html' title='I PASSED!!'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-7914395149198627133</id><published>2009-01-19T17:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:48:30.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MORE TESTS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SXUsMWJlgmI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HCQ6QFTcgg8/s1600-h/Carolyn+Insurance+Class.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293185527659725410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SXUsMWJlgmI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HCQ6QFTcgg8/s320/Carolyn+Insurance+Class.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am too old to take tests!! It does feel like I am 10 years old again and Mom is making me practice the piano or do my homework. I can think of a millions things that just have to be done before I can study.&lt;br /&gt; The crazy guy in the hat was my instructor, he was a hoot, I do think I learned a lot from him mostly because he was always doing something crazy and that kept me from falling asleep! I was by far the oldest person in the room, it was interesting to see how fast or slow the younger people learned the material.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I have to go back to studying. I don't even want to sell Life Insurance, I just want to have my license to make me legal when I am talking to someone and I can give them advise on their application/policy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-7914395149198627133?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7914395149198627133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=7914395149198627133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/7914395149198627133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/7914395149198627133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-more-tests.html' title='NO MORE TESTS!!'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SXUsMWJlgmI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HCQ6QFTcgg8/s72-c/Carolyn+Insurance+Class.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-8126965244886447610</id><published>2009-01-11T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:06:01.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALLIE SPEAKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWqI_fRZuFI/AAAAAAAAAQs/k6nIM7niQ-Y/s1600-h/Allie+Temple+trip+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290191336607692882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWqI_fRZuFI/AAAAAAAAAQs/k6nIM7niQ-Y/s320/Allie+Temple+trip+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Allie gave a talk in Sacrament meeting. She has spoken several times in Sacrament meeting but the big thing about this time is, she wrote her own talk. I mean ALL of it! She wouldn't even let us suggest places to look or things to talk about. Her subject matter was pretty easy, it was the "Importance of Family". She referred to the Strength of Youth pamphlet and had a couple of scriptures then referred to a talk by a General Authority. She spoke in her own words how she felt about her own family also. (this was a little scary!!) All in all she did a great job! I am soooo glad she got to speak first, right after her was one of our full time missionaries. He is from Australia and she LOVES! his accent, I am not sure she could have spoken so clearly and calmly after he spoke, yeah, she is at the right age to really think the missionaries are cool!!(19 year old boys, 17 year old girls!! go figure!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-8126965244886447610?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8126965244886447610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=8126965244886447610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/8126965244886447610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/8126965244886447610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/allie-speaks.html' title='ALLIE SPEAKS!'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWqI_fRZuFI/AAAAAAAAAQs/k6nIM7niQ-Y/s72-c/Allie+Temple+trip+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-4785360183766964413</id><published>2009-01-11T15:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:07:59.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTRAPTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWqFVBL8zMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9V8bk4qlNgk/s1600-h/ed+and+petras+camera+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290187308442373314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWqFVBL8zMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9V8bk4qlNgk/s320/ed+and+petras+camera+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CJ's&lt;/span&gt; contraption. If you ask what it does, he will go in to detail as to why each object is where it is in the contraption, then he will tell you what it does and why we need it. Petra tells me he goes in his room and she won't see him for a while. He comes out and has a new contraption to show her. All of his inventions are called contraptions. I have a brother that built weird stuff also. I was going to say that thought gave me comfort, but he is still weird (sorry Gayle!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-4785360183766964413?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4785360183766964413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=4785360183766964413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/4785360183766964413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/4785360183766964413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/contraption.html' title='CONTRAPTION'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWqFVBL8zMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9V8bk4qlNgk/s72-c/ed+and+petras+camera+127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-7599368077522150610</id><published>2009-01-04T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:13:22.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;It's Christmas time- - - - - - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWFU6BOvC3I/AAAAAAAAAPc/awLzq37GIH0/s1600-h/ed+and+petras+camera+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287600793249057650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWFU6BOvC3I/AAAAAAAAAPc/awLzq37GIH0/s320/ed+and+petras+camera+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is what Christmas is all about, Christ Birth is the most important but I love to see these cute faces. Petra was trying to get them all to smile at the same time and Isiah got tired of smiling so he gave one last BIG grin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWFWI9epxxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/t4oR-kzHYqU/s1600-h/ed+and+petras+camera+427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287602149451745042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWFWI9epxxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/t4oR-kzHYqU/s320/ed+and+petras+camera+427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; love that Jenni is so excited about watching CJ open what she gave him, she doesn't even start opening her own gifts!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWFXTlIORNI/AAAAAAAAAP0/uB-Urleoyio/s1600-h/ed+and+petras+camera+433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287603431405405394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWFXTlIORNI/AAAAAAAAAP0/uB-Urleoyio/s320/ed+and+petras+camera+433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWFXUG7k07I/AAAAAAAAAP8/1HZibKbB-HY/s1600-h/ed+and+petras+camera+434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287603440479163314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWFXUG7k07I/AAAAAAAAAP8/1HZibKbB-HY/s320/ed+and+petras+camera+434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Two happy boys, they can go to bed as batman and spiderman!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWFXSzXr72I/AAAAAAAAAPs/u9TeMWsyxBg/s1600-h/ed+and+petras+camera+430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287603418048491362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWFXSzXr72I/AAAAAAAAAPs/u9TeMWsyxBg/s320/ed+and+petras+camera+430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isiah loves his packages!! He can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWFanIAKG0I/AAAAAAAAAQE/p3DOLomvCNk/s1600-h/ed+and+petras+camera+437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287607065719216962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWFanIAKG0I/AAAAAAAAAQE/p3DOLomvCNk/s320/ed+and+petras+camera+437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hans and Shelli were a big hit!! The kids loved their presents!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWFcTFlcSYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/MraVKjyTkIg/s1600-h/ed+and+petras+camera+466.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287608920496163202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWFcTFlcSYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/MraVKjyTkIg/s320/ed+and+petras+camera+466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; We lost track of these guys! Petra went to find them and found them under the kitchen table!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWFdDjhwg1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/olYTLXJDDd4/s1600-h/ed+and+petras+camera+470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287609753167496018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWFdDjhwg1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/olYTLXJDDd4/s320/ed+and+petras+camera+470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;CJ got a new toy and there they were all under the table playing with it. CJ is the ring leader, Isaac and Isiah are always willing to follow, because they know he has something new to show them or some new game to play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWFdye2XM6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/FB_HquHxIG8/s1600-h/ed+and+petras+camera+441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287610559365591970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWFdye2XM6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/FB_HquHxIG8/s320/ed+and+petras+camera+441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The toys are all open and the fun was all had, and they end the day at their favorite place in Grandma and Papa's house. The mirror at the end of the hall!!  Some things never change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-7599368077522150610?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7599368077522150610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=7599368077522150610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/7599368077522150610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/7599368077522150610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SWFU6BOvC3I/AAAAAAAAAPc/awLzq37GIH0/s72-c/ed+and+petras+camera+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-9114151075269163441</id><published>2008-12-27T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:41:19.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWINS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SVadzw_YvLI/AAAAAAAAAPM/73wWcHBN4UY/s1600-h/Isiah+and+Isaac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284584725415509170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SVadzw_YvLI/AAAAAAAAAPM/73wWcHBN4UY/s320/Isiah+and+Isaac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The school told Randi and Efrain we need to call the twins by their names, no longer can we get them to follow us, or get them to come where we need them to come by yelling "TWINS!"  We must call them by Isiah and Isaac.  Can you tell who is who???  Grandma/GeeGee was just here and I asked her to look at this picture and to tell  me these boys don't look different. She declared "no they look very different!" and then told me their names, she got it backwards!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost always get it right, except on Christmas Day when they were on the floor opening presents. I had something in my hand for Isaac and was yelling above the loud din of voices "look up, look up!!" Randi was looking at me like I was crazy. I told her " yeah, I can tell them apart if they show me their faces, but the top of their heads are just the same!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well have you figured it out yet???  Yes, the twin on the right is Isaac, he is still just a tiny bit shorter and has a higher pitched voice, Isiah is on the left, he remains a bit taller, with a deaper voice and darker hair.  Somethings are just the same, they are equally easy to love and are both the cutest boys we know. (except CJ, he is just as cute!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-9114151075269163441?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9114151075269163441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=9114151075269163441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/9114151075269163441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/9114151075269163441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/twins.html' title='TWINS!!'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SVadzw_YvLI/AAAAAAAAAPM/73wWcHBN4UY/s72-c/Isiah+and+Isaac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-2264474044819507290</id><published>2008-12-27T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:02:25.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Kids and Christmas Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SVaZMJQCGtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yv60W-IXMg0/s1600-h/twins+hugging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284579646686501586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SVaZMJQCGtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yv60W-IXMg0/s320/twins+hugging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SVaZLi8niJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Xm4JDPiDeL0/s1600-h/hugging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284579636404521106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SVaZLi8niJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Xm4JDPiDeL0/s320/hugging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Randi and Jenni and Isaac and Isiah all went to Aunt Petra's to frost cookies with CJ. I have to say these are the cutest kids ever. Jenni loves to hug but macho CJ is not sure he loves it as much as she does. Isiah and Isaac were loving the fact that someone (on purpose) gave them cookies and frosting and candy to decorate the cookies!! They were in heaven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isaac decided he had better make sure the cookies were good enough for everyone else!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SVaaC_1K3eI/AAAAAAAAAO8/4uXqDMAjK5M/s1600-h/Isaac+couldn%27t+wait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284580589050715618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SVaaC_1K3eI/AAAAAAAAAO8/4uXqDMAjK5M/s320/Isaac+couldn%27t+wait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni, is always the good girl, she has her plate of cookies and came out of it clean. It cracks me up to watch her with the boys, she never gets anything on her clothes, but Isiah and Isaac are covered in whatever they were doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SVabBtGQN7I/AAAAAAAAAPE/EDv_gZsK71Q/s1600-h/Jenni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284581666353854386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SVabBtGQN7I/AAAAAAAAAPE/EDv_gZsK71Q/s320/Jenni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so sweet they dropped off a plate of cookies for Grandma and Papa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Made with love!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-2264474044819507290?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2264474044819507290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=2264474044819507290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/2264474044819507290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/2264474044819507290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/cute-kids-and-christmas-cookies.html' title='Cute Kids and Christmas Cookies'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SVaZMJQCGtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yv60W-IXMg0/s72-c/twins+hugging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-5044459144796352337</id><published>2008-12-14T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:12:17.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lottery wins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SUU5m_wrlcI/AAAAAAAAAOc/yDzn4V_JmcI/s1600-h/CJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279689480275203522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SUU5m_wrlcI/AAAAAAAAAOc/yDzn4V_JmcI/s320/CJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt;. Friday night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; came to stay with us. Petra and I went to work a Chocolate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fountain&lt;/span&gt;. It was in downtown Sacramento and we were lost for 40 minutes! Well before all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; jokes start, they gave us the wrong address. But Ed had a night out with friends and so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; stayed with Papa. When I got up Saturday morning there he was. He is so fun to hang out with. His first words were "Pancakes!" While we were doing the normal Saturday morning stuff he says to me "Grandma, thanks for taking care of me, I like it here!" I won the lottery!! or you would have thought, what joy that child brings to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SUU5nCmBpCI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AEXe_FlpdbE/s1600-h/Morales+Christmas+2008.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279689481035818018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SUU5nCmBpCI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AEXe_FlpdbE/s320/Morales+Christmas+2008.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our day didn't stop there, Randi and Efrain were going out and asked us to come stay with the kids. Since my oven died I was going to bake cookies there. So we ended out the day with picking up a Pizza and going to play with the rest of our Grandchildren. They always act as though a rock star has come in the house when we arrive. They scream and run toward us with hugs and kisses. I will tell you we normally see them 3 to 4 times a week, it is always the same, they just love us no matter what!! Jenni and her Papa had to go take Allie to the dance and the boys and I watched Home Alone 2. They dance to the music in the movie and when I went in to make a batch of the cookie, Isiah followed me, he is so interested in cooking, he likes to eat but more than that he wants to know how things go together, yeah at age 4 he needs to know how come I was melting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;butte&lt;/span&gt;r and then put graham crackers with it. He is going to be a cook someday. Isaac wanted to sit with me and tell me all about the presents under the tree and what would happen to me if I touched any of them, especially the ones with Isaac's name on them. I was trying not to laugh because he was so serious, but he was so cute. He was telling me all this and then leaned on me and said, "Grandma, you my best friend" Another Lottery win!!&lt;br /&gt;Jenni and Papa came back and Jenni preceded to tell me everything they did, exactly what Allie and her friends were doing. It cracked me up, she came in the house and had to go get her lip&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stick (he&lt;/span&gt;r flavored chapstick) and put some on and then within a few minutes she had climbed in Papa's lap and curled up to watch the movie. She looks at me with her precious smile, so content in her world and says "I like when you and Papa come to my house"&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that having extra money would be nice, but we sure&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt; won the &lt;/span&gt;lottery of Grand kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-5044459144796352337?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5044459144796352337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=5044459144796352337' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/5044459144796352337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/5044459144796352337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/lottery-wins.html' title='Lottery wins!'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SUU5m_wrlcI/AAAAAAAAAOc/yDzn4V_JmcI/s72-c/CJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-5265594636567476111</id><published>2008-11-21T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:01:27.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT THE MOVIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SSeRqR_s-WI/AAAAAAAAANc/KV7EziH25mI/s1600-h/Twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271342044431579490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SSeRqR_s-WI/AAAAAAAAANc/KV7EziH25mI/s320/Twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we went on the first day Twilight came out. Not at midnight like Allie, Randi and Samantha, but at 4:40pm later that day.We proved the movie is for all ages. We had Grandma/GeeGee with us and Petra, Katie and Aunt Colleen and two of Petra's friends Mattie and Sherrie.  It would seem very strange for us to take our picture while standing in line, if everyone around us wasn't doing the same thing. The movie was fun, but we decided that you really needed to read the book first to completely understand it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-5265594636567476111?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5265594636567476111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=5265594636567476111' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/5265594636567476111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/5265594636567476111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-movie.html' title='TWILIGHT THE MOVIE'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SSeRqR_s-WI/AAAAAAAAANc/KV7EziH25mI/s72-c/Twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-4914815708002401257</id><published>2008-11-12T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:26:07.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Allie's birthday</title><content type='html'>More of Allie's birthday! This is sheer indulgence on my part. We have enjoyed this last child so much. I will tell you she is grounded at the moment but it is just because she thinks at 17 we don't need to know where she is going. She had decided to go shopping with friends on their day off of school. Not a big deal, but when everyone was trying to get a hold of her she wasn't answering her phone, it's really loud in the Mall due to construction. Sounds like an excuse to me!! Anyway, to her shock when she finally answered her phone there were several angry people wanting to talk to her. So on to memories of better birthdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SRrw8JHvkTI/AAAAAAAAANE/jSWsIzThK00/s1600-h/Allie%27s+5th+birthday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267787630194430258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SRrw8JHvkTI/AAAAAAAAANE/jSWsIzThK00/s320/Allie%27s+5th+birthday.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture cracks me up, the three boys in the picture are still in our ward. Stewart and Tyler and Matt all go to Oakmont. All three of the girls have moved away. I should say all three of the boys are Seniors at Oakmont. This would be a fun picture to show them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SRrvCEuqgtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/EeRcbydq3V0/s1600-h/Allie+and+Grandma+Roskelley.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267785533071459026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SRrvCEuqgtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/EeRcbydq3V0/s320/Allie+and+Grandma+Roskelley.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SRrvBm-TuKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/SutMFASKq30/s1600-h/Allie+and+Grandpa+Roskelley.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267785525084010658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SRrvBm-TuKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/SutMFASKq30/s320/Allie+and+Grandpa+Roskelley.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allie and Grandma Roskelley have shared their birthdays for most of her life. Allie's is on the 7th and Grandma's is on the 12th.She loves it, she has always been very close to her Grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SRrynVyZ1-I/AAAAAAAAANM/2vMIU1rmWN8/s1600-h/Allie%27s+14th+birthday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267789471840589794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SRrynVyZ1-I/AAAAAAAAANM/2vMIU1rmWN8/s320/Allie%27s+14th+birthday.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decided on her 14th birthday to have a princess party, all the girls came and dressed up and Allie's sisters came and did hair and makeup. Then we took them out for ice cream. I thought they would say no to going out in these outfits, but no they loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SRr0bav69uI/AAAAAAAAANU/3_lInPB2sjY/s1600-h/Allie%27s+16th+birthday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267791466037180130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SRr0bav69uI/AAAAAAAAANU/3_lInPB2sjY/s320/Allie%27s+16th+birthday.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is her 16th birthday!! Neal was the only boy that would do all the crazy things with the girls. They had so much fun, we did a scavenger hunt in the Mall. We had so many people in on our adventure, it was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;Now she is 17 and a Senior and ready to move on in her life. What will we do with all our time when we are not running around with Allie and her friends. (sleep comes to mind!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-4914815708002401257?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4914815708002401257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=4914815708002401257' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/4914815708002401257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/4914815708002401257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-allies-birthday.html' title='More Allie&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SRrw8JHvkTI/AAAAAAAAANE/jSWsIzThK00/s72-c/Allie%27s+5th+birthday.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-6259151527665179837</id><published>2008-11-10T06:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T07:26:55.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALLIE's 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Allie turned 17 on Nov 7th. She has gone from this cubby little girl to a beautiful lady. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SRhIwFiH8_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/dwKtKwRMNqc/s1600-h/Gma+and+Gpa+Seamons.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267039755166020594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SRhIwFiH8_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/dwKtKwRMNqc/s320/Gma+and+Gpa+Seamons.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is her with her Grandma and Grandpa Seamons on her blessing day. The dress is bigger than she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SRhJhVXreKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zhEpIjDUIcA/s1600-h/Gpa+Roskelley+and+Allie+moving.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267040601230768290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SRhJhVXreKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zhEpIjDUIcA/s320/Gpa+Roskelley+and+Allie+moving.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allie was just over 1 when we moved to this house, she was sure we were not going to remember her bed, so she had to help Grandpa Roskelley move it to her new room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SRhL_Vo0pKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ac8a7SzZEAY/s1600-h/Allie+3rd+birthday+002.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267043315722003618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SRhL_Vo0pKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ac8a7SzZEAY/s320/Allie+3rd+birthday+002.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie at her 3rd birthday. She loved to show off her presents!! She was always happy and was thrilled when she got something new to play with. She had many playmates in her siblings, but she was happy to get new things to occupy her time when all those old people left and she had to play alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SRhR9x9AVfI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UL0_LDc2E7E/s1600-h/Allie+the+flower+girl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267049886032877042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SRhR9x9AVfI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UL0_LDc2E7E/s320/Allie+the+flower+girl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loved Cammi and Lance, I remember her telling me that she thought Lance was beautiful.  We all laughed, she wouldn't talk to him just Cammi. She is 4 in this picture and was so excited to be in a picture with them. She had this picture in her room until the last time she painted her room. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-6259151527665179837?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6259151527665179837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=6259151527665179837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/6259151527665179837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/6259151527665179837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/allies-17.html' title='ALLIE&apos;s 17'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SRhIwFiH8_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/dwKtKwRMNqc/s72-c/Gma+and+Gpa+Seamons.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-3527902819369299402</id><published>2008-11-05T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T06:29:59.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Patriotic Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My Mom has been working the election boards for the last 60 years!! Last night she came in and told me "this is it, I am NEVER doing this again" Katie laughed and said "Grandma you say that every year!!" She started working on an election board when she was 21 and she will be 81 next week. She will probably not be a rover again, the driving was hard, but she isn't ready to give up on the elections.&lt;br /&gt;She came last night to eat her dinner here at our house, and found that Katie had not voted yet. It was pretty cold for us (CA cold) so Katie had put on sweats and was ready to settle in for the the evening. One look from Grandma and she got her purse and keys and said " I hope they don't care what I am wearing!!" and out the door she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Colleen and I had lunch with her and I was going to take her picture and I forgot, I am so mad because she has all these pins she wears that she has gathered over the years, she ALWAYS wears red white and blue when she works the elections and she never understands how come they make it so hard to vote. Every year she talks about how they just make it harder than it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;should be. All the election officials in Placer County know her and I have very clear memories of going to visit her at where ever she was stationed to work on a board when I was younger. It was never very far from our house and her and Norma would be there working together. Yes, Norma still works on an election board close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Per Mom the biggest change from the beginning to now is that there are many more men that work on the boards than there used to be. Even 20 years ago most of the boards around town were mostly women with very few men sprinkled in. My Dad worked on some boards after he retired but always said that Mom was the election board person in our family.&lt;br /&gt;Katie worked on an election board with my when she turned 18. The people voting called the main Placer County election officials to complain that a 12 year old child was being used on a board. It was Grandma to the rescue, she called and told them it was her very young looking Granddaughter and she was plenty old enough to be there. We ended up having to explain all day and night long about Katie being old enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-3527902819369299402?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3527902819369299402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=3527902819369299402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/3527902819369299402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/3527902819369299402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-patriotic-mom.html' title='My Patriotic Mom'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-3338538401398510746</id><published>2008-11-01T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:39:38.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED!!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged!! I am supposed to tell 6 quirky things about me. My family would tell you that it would be hard to keep it down to just 6, but I say I am pretty normal and they are strange!! OK here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I cry at the drop of a hat!! I mean really, you drop your hat and I would probably get teary. I hate it but if anything even remotely touches me emotionally, I tear up.  Hallmark commercials get to me every time. My grandchildren can get me going pretty easy and chick flicks are always a tissue fest for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate to be late or get lost. I do believe these come from my Mother,  she has a really hard time being on time. The Sunday they put my Dad in as Bishop, we all trooped in about 10 minutes late to Sacrament Meeting.  ( I was a teenager and wasn't happy about this event to begin with and to come in late and have everyone stare at us ugh!!)  My children all understand that getting lost is just sightseeing, my Mom has convinced them it is a good thing. But I can remember driving for long periods of time and not ever getting to where we were supposed to go because we were lost. So I have this thing about knowing were I am going, and getting there on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I wash my hands &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;. I don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Annaleesa's&lt;/span&gt; germ thingy, but sometimes if I am just walking past a sink I will wash my hands. If I am having a bad time or something is wrong, I will wash my hands. When Jeff was in the hospital, I would go to the sink in his room and wash my hands!! I just makes me feel better, oh and I have to tap my hands twice on the sink to shake off the water before I reach for the towel to dry my hands. If you watch my sisters they all do it also.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am not a hugger, yes, I am a Mother of 6 children and 4 grandchildren and I am not a hugger. (unless I get to chase &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Annaleesa&lt;/span&gt; all over the yard for a hug &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;) Go figure. I, of course, hug my grandchildren and have hugged my children, but as they come and go from the house their Father always stands at the door and hugs everyone and I am there but not usually hugging too much.  The most weird thing about this is my Mother is the biggest best hugger of all time.  Who knows where I came from ???? ( mom would say from my Father who was not a hugger)  I can remember clearly the last hug I gave my Dad. It was a couple of weeks before he died and as I was leaving my Mom said, "go back in there and hug your Dad!!"  Jeff, of course was in there hugging Dad goodbye, I went back and and hugged him and he pulled me close and said " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; you always smell so good"  I was glad I did it, as he took a turn for the worse and died soon after. Oh, and refer to #1, I am all teary from typing about my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love Blogs, I will read Blogs of people I have never met and probably never meet.  It fascinates me!  I am not sure if that is quirky or just strange!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love early morning, I get up on most days before 6:00 am, sometimes on weekends I get up and go back to bed after being up for a few hours. There is something wonderful about getting up early and in the quiet of the morning getting things done.  At Christmas time this is my wrapping presents and baking time. My kids, when they were little would get up and come peek at me and run back to bed because I am full of energy when I get up early and will put them to work if I see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I tag Rachel and Sara!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-3338538401398510746?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3338538401398510746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=3338538401398510746' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/3338538401398510746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/3338538401398510746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html' title='TAGGED!!'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-5878885316665512031</id><published>2008-10-19T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:44:32.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S FALL!!</title><content type='html'>You can always tell it's Fall even it the weather is still warm. We plan our yearly trip to Apple Hill. We really wanted to take Samantha with us this year but she works every Saturday, darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SPvFMIn0GwI/AAAAAAAAALE/gGwhrKEhiV4/s1600-h/DSC01184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259013802148764418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SPvFMIn0GwI/AAAAAAAAALE/gGwhrKEhiV4/s320/DSC01184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The very first thing we wanted to ride the hay ride. We all patiently waited for the guide to come and take our money and THEN we would get on the ride. Not Grandma, she just got on and decided to wait in the wagon. There was a line behind us and no one got on with her, hmmm she is a rebel rouser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SPvHK0ckEbI/AAAAAAAAALM/XOLJ6m-LIms/s1600-h/DSC01194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259015978576253362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SPvHK0ckEbI/AAAAAAAAALM/XOLJ6m-LIms/s320/DSC01194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CJ was not sure that REALLY old tractor that was pulling us was going to be safe!! It was so loud and the man driving it was probably as old as the tractor. It took us passed all the apple trees to the Christmas tree farm next door and then on thru the grape vines. It was a very fun ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SPvIwd6jNHI/AAAAAAAAALU/13X67qoiBek/s1600-h/DSC01207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259017724874667122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SPvIwd6jNHI/AAAAAAAAALU/13X67qoiBek/s320/DSC01207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You notice who the big kids are, Papa can always be persuaded to join CJ in the fun! There were so many people all around but we were able to have lots of fun! behind the picture there were ponies for the kids to ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SPvJ4f4TcuI/AAAAAAAAALc/XeFGQh31Y7Q/s1600-h/DSC01213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259018962352698082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SPvJ4f4TcuI/AAAAAAAAALc/XeFGQh31Y7Q/s320/DSC01213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allie loves to take Grandma with us on all our outings, she is sure a Grandma's girl! We took our lunch and had a picnic at High Hill Ranch, while Grandma, CJ and I waited for everyone else to get the coolers from the car, CJ and I played a game of tag, now remember I sit at a desk everyday and I am not great at running, well I didn't think it was that bad, until I could hear the laughter of the people watching us. People I might add, we don't know, and they clapped when CJ won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SPvM6IaSPKI/AAAAAAAAALk/-n6Jais1OwY/s1600-h/DSC01220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259022288947395746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SPvM6IaSPKI/AAAAAAAAALk/-n6Jais1OwY/s320/DSC01220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Katie goes to the tree every year and every year she hasn't grown!! CJ is gaining on her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SPvM7MGw0hI/AAAAAAAAALs/GkjkOV1eMCE/s1600-h/DSC01221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259022307119125010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SPvM7MGw0hI/AAAAAAAAALs/GkjkOV1eMCE/s320/DSC01221.JPG" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I forgot to move this picture before I posted it!! Allie keeps getting taller, she is only a couple of inches shorter than Petra!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SPvM7Ut3TpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-oTmpl414qI/s1600-h/DSC01223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259022309430611602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SPvM7Ut3TpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-oTmpl414qI/s320/DSC01223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Petra and CJ are making sure they keep track of how tall he is with everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SPvM7_CLk5I/AAAAAAAAAL8/T9nnHWYo59U/s1600-h/DSC01230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259022320790115218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SPvM7_CLk5I/AAAAAAAAAL8/T9nnHWYo59U/s320/DSC01230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another picture I forgot to fix before I posted it, sorry!! We found a lady that did the greatest baloons! CJ wanted a sword and of course a sword holder!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SPvM8zXxWVI/AAAAAAAAAME/TtENzi-eE-s/s1600-h/DSC01235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259022334839314770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SPvM8zXxWVI/AAAAAAAAAME/TtENzi-eE-s/s320/DSC01235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's time to go home, yes, part of the adventure is to deal with the crowds coming and going!! We love it and go back every year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-5878885316665512031?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5878885316665512031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=5878885316665512031' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/5878885316665512031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/5878885316665512031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-fall.html' title='IT&apos;S FALL!!'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SPvFMIn0GwI/AAAAAAAAALE/gGwhrKEhiV4/s72-c/DSC01184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-3277518922725901834</id><published>2008-09-21T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:38:23.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Wedding</title><content type='html'>Sarah brought her camera's worth of pictures. It is so fun to see everyone's pictures and how much fun everyone was having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SNaPV_VNLHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zrEcwsTcyYI/s1600-h/Hans+%26+Shellie%27s+Wedding+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248540023687294066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SNaPV_VNLHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zrEcwsTcyYI/s320/Hans+%26+Shellie%27s+Wedding+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad we got picutes of people because you forget who was there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SNaR4fa9jQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/0xdGK8PH5Rw/s1600-h/Hans+%26+Shellie%27s+Wedding+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248542815440178434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SNaR4fa9jQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/0xdGK8PH5Rw/s320/Hans+%26+Shellie%27s+Wedding+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Ron and Noah decided to hang out in the back of the crowd, it looks like it was fun back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SNaS-AEri6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ikEE9Ha17Gw/s1600-h/Hans+%26+Shellie%27s+Wedding+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248544009616067490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SNaS-AEri6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ikEE9Ha17Gw/s320/Hans+%26+Shellie%27s+Wedding+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Colleen and Eden were having fun also, water was in short supply, it was so HOT, everyone was looking for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SNaUCOBZqKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/iI4Api8tnu4/s1600-h/Hans+%26+Shellie%27s+Wedding+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248545181591513250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SNaUCOBZqKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/iI4Api8tnu4/s320/Hans+%26+Shellie%27s+Wedding+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah was off to the side trying to get a shot of our family. We need to get an updated picture for our picture over the fireplace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;more pictures to follow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-3277518922725901834?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3277518922725901834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=3277518922725901834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/3277518922725901834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/3277518922725901834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-wedding.html' title='More Wedding'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SNaPV_VNLHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zrEcwsTcyYI/s72-c/Hans+%26+Shellie%27s+Wedding+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-2050719094502084296</id><published>2008-09-10T17:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:36:23.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorable Noah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SMhmy9BisXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r7IMWJiXTPA/s1600-h/wedding+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244554791633465714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SMhmy9BisXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r7IMWJiXTPA/s320/wedding+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone was getting their picture taken, or watching the pictures being taken, but Noah decided to check out the plants.  He wasn't touching the plant, he was VERY close and you could tell he really wanted to get in there and check out that plant. Allie caught this picture of Noah, it perfectly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;describes&lt;/span&gt; his personality, he is so fun to hang out with, his mind never stops, but unlike his quiet brother or rowdy sister. Noah checks everything out and then will tell you how he thinks about it.  I believe third children are the BEST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-2050719094502084296?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2050719094502084296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=2050719094502084296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/2050719094502084296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/2050719094502084296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/adorable-noah.html' title='Adorable Noah'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SMhmy9BisXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r7IMWJiXTPA/s72-c/wedding+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-4378034168921780945</id><published>2008-09-08T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:07:31.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WEDDING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We are so happy the wedding was wonderful and we had a fun day with all the family.&lt;br /&gt;Hans and Shelli looked so happy all day long, she wouldn't let Hans see her at all that day even before she put on her wedding dress. They are so fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SMXEMpJwHgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/n2jfjEHRU9Y/s1600-h/wedding+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243813062627040770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SMXEMpJwHgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/n2jfjEHRU9Y/s320/wedding+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed gave a very sweet toast to the newlyweds. You have to know that it was 104 degrees that day and those poor boys were roasting but all managed to look wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SMXF0wTxw9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/H88ARjyhg8o/s1600-h/wedding+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243814851254535122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SMXF0wTxw9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/H88ARjyhg8o/s320/wedding+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a couple of meltdowns but you notice it is a father/son problem. JJ had to lean on Ross to get thru and Jake was just tired of all the talking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SMXHFFirNkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GaTYuHrFaxE/s1600-h/wedding+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243816231343699522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SMXHFFirNkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GaTYuHrFaxE/s320/wedding+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SMXHFtU01YI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iDznBYE1F9o/s1600-h/wedding+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243816242023028098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SMXHFtU01YI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iDznBYE1F9o/s320/wedding+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bride and Groom were very nice looking but if you wanted to see the cutest people there, look below. These two are such good friends. They danced and CJ even twirled Jenni but she wouldn't let him dip her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SMXQNWSQgxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fl0Okflew9s/s1600-h/wedding+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243826268881847058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SMXQNWSQgxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fl0Okflew9s/s320/wedding+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hans and Jenni have a quiet moment before the wedding, Jenni loves Hans, but she has found a soulmate in Shelli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SMXRO3sctII/AAAAAAAAAJo/HbW6IZNLIVQ/s1600-h/wedding+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243827394541565058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SMXRO3sctII/AAAAAAAAAJo/HbW6IZNLIVQ/s320/wedding+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All my beautiful babies, (yeah, I know they hate it when I call them that!!)   They are trying to stay out of the way, the groomsmen are outside getting their picture taken!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SMXYYG5pNoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Uerj8LZ93Gw/s1600-h/wedding+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243835249823659650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SMXYYG5pNoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Uerj8LZ93Gw/s320/wedding+046.jpg" 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/2304636100452834203-4378034168921780945?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4378034168921780945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=4378034168921780945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/4378034168921780945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/4378034168921780945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/wedding.html' title='THE WEDDING'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SMXEMpJwHgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/n2jfjEHRU9Y/s72-c/wedding+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-5971286332044354612</id><published>2008-08-31T21:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:52:39.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twins turn 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SLt0MhzPAKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mgY_fLPUcKg/s1600-h/The+twins+are+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SLt0MhzPAKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mgY_fLPUcKg/s320/The+twins+are+4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240910349956219042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins have turned four. It just seems incredible that they could be so old already. Four short years ago Randi Marie called to tell me her water broke, I wasn't very upset just concerned that it was very early (29 weeks and 5 days) When we got to the hospital they didn't seem too upset, until they had Randi hooked up to everything they could find. Then we saw her Dr (the head of the Neonatal trauma team) running down the hall. This was NOT good. Efrain and I were given scrubs to put on and told to go sit and wait for them to come and get us. We were asked if we had any questions before they took us in with Randi and the teams of Doctors and nures that were standing by to help with the birth of the tiny babies. It was so hard to see those little 2 lb boys being rushed away. But the best sound was their crying all the way down the hall, it wasn't loud but we could hear them!! &lt;br /&gt;Now we see these big boys running around asking for birthday cake. That is their favorite food!! That and trains!! They had a train pinata and train cake, with two sets of tracks and trains that really moved on the cake. Everything was trains. It was so fun. They are healthy, happy and if I do say so myself, the cutest 4 year olds I have ever seen (well besides our CJ, he is the cutest also)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-5971286332044354612?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5971286332044354612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=5971286332044354612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/5971286332044354612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/5971286332044354612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/twins-turn-4.html' title='The Twins turn 4'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SLt0MhzPAKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mgY_fLPUcKg/s72-c/The+twins+are+4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-6262115347553687186</id><published>2008-08-27T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:37:23.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last one!!</title><content type='html'>Tonight was the last "back to school" night for my children!! 22 years and 72 back to school teachers to meet with, and it is over. I was greeted with hugs and smiles tonight as I met with Allie's teachers, especially the teacher she TA's for, a nice tribute to Allie was part of the presentation of the class outline. I sat with Maggie's Mom and Tyler's Dad in one class. They all were in the same kindergarten class, we have delightful pictures of them holding hands as scared 5 year olds, and now as they get ready to go off to major universities, we remember how cute they were. (Tyler will get one semester in before his mission. ) These high school years were hard because I had to sit on the Blue and white side and try not to cheer for the black and orange. It was the hardest when I had a child participating wearing blue and white. Ross playing football and basketball and Petra in the band. This is certainly a milestone, I was so sick of going and sitting in classes to find out how busy the teachers were going to make my life each year, and this time I sat grinning. One teacher commented on it, I told him I was just savoring the moment because this child doesn't need the prompting some of the others have needed and this was the last time I would need to hear about homework deadlines and major projects. ahhh memories......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-6262115347553687186?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6262115347553687186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=6262115347553687186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/6262115347553687186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/6262115347553687186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-one.html' title='The last one!!'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-544435276589825990</id><published>2008-07-27T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:57:20.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRLS CAMP  - QUEEN OF THE ROCK!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SIzVdYA03TI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BwyBbiGG5QY/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SIy2VGh5vGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zsjlytlFWFM/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227753741116619874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SIy2VGh5vGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zsjlytlFWFM/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Girls Camp was so fun for Allie this year. She was queen of the rock, well until she had to climb down!! It was the last year for Allie and her friends they were the 6th Year YCL's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They went several miles from camp to go repelling and found this wonderful water fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SIy7DeEYWqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GRDRwamSq_c/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227758935755741858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SIy7DeEYWqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GRDRwamSq_c/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayme and Allie went down together, they were singing Disney songs to help them not scream in terror. They look so calm in the picture, but I understand a couple of minutes later the singing started!!&lt;br /&gt;I like the cute bandanas, they were to keep their hair out of the ropes and not in the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SIzQAkEQTeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/IhPKhTsSteM/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227781975570402786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SIzQAkEQTeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/IhPKhTsSteM/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Allie loved the rope swing, it is hard to balance and swing at the same time. By the time you are a 6th year you can show off to the younger girls. This was Allies last swing!! Bye rope swing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SIzVHsOuXuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IcwR0YTflxo/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227787595579023074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SIzVHsOuXuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IcwR0YTflxo/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Allie and Kristy shared an air mattress at camp. Jayme and Holly's air mattress had a hole in it and they ended up sleeping on the floor. We bought Allie a new air mattress right before camp so she could be comfy her last year. The 6th years have YURTs all to themselves. (YURT = a hut with wooden floors and sides and a canves top. There are wide cots and places for suitcases.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SIzRr4khmZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7Ss78hsihMA/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227783819320465810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SIzRr4khmZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7Ss78hsihMA/s320/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The gangs all here!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jayme, Allie, Holly, Kristy. They got to help run girls camp this year. The Stake leaders had them do pretty much everything. There was a bit of a problem with some of the other girls so these fun girls stepped up and took over!! (this kind of frightens me, I have seen these guys in action and putting them in charge is scary!!) They loved it and had a great year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SIzVdYA03TI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BwyBbiGG5QY/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227787968109141298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SIzVdYA03TI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BwyBbiGG5QY/s320/scan0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SIzVHsOuXuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IcwR0YTflxo/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is Sister Pickett, she loved her girls. She gave the megaphone to the girls to wake up all the younger campers. Of course this group was a little late but always happy to sing the other campers awake. I am not sure how the leaders felt about this wonderful song fest first thing in the morning. But Allie and her group enjoyed their task!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So many wonderful memories!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-544435276589825990?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/544435276589825990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=544435276589825990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/544435276589825990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/544435276589825990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/girls-camp-queen-of-rock_27.html' title='GIRLS CAMP  - QUEEN OF THE ROCK!!'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SIy2VGh5vGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zsjlytlFWFM/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-1033275622098084328</id><published>2008-07-26T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T10:48:11.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Game of Memory anyone??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is a fun little game... leave a comment on my blog of a memory that you and I have had together. It doesn't matter if you've known me for a short time or a long time, anything that you remember! Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It is pretty funny to read the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you are playing and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. On your mark... get set... blog thoseHere is a fun little game... leave a comment on my blog of a memory that you and I have had together. It doesn't matter if you've known me for a short time or a long time, anything that you remember! Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It is pretty funny to read the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you are playing and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. On your mark... get set... blog those memories  memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-1033275622098084328?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1033275622098084328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=1033275622098084328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/1033275622098084328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/1033275622098084328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/game-of-memory-anyone.html' title='A Game of Memory anyone??'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-7236012731767416508</id><published>2008-07-05T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:32:05.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July in Grandma Roskelley's front yard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SHA7M6QKLbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/G-ozQavvaHY/s1600-h/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219737061103906226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SHA7M6QKLbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/G-ozQavvaHY/s320/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isaac, Lance and Jenni enjoy the fireworks in Gee Gee's front yard. The neighbors still had wonderful fireworks even thought Randy next door died this year, his sons took over. We can see the fireworks from the fair grounds even better now that one of the neighbors up the park took out a big tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SHA3htzkPtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vVeqnOXqlVk/s1600-h/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219733020493496018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SHA3htzkPtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vVeqnOXqlVk/s320/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Randi and Efrain were ready to enjoy the fireworks. Efrain was our lighter this year. He helped all the kids with the sparklers and set off all the big fountains for us to watch. Efrain was our master chef and ran the barbeque for the night. We had steaks, chicken, carne asada, and hot dogs. YUM!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randi's friend Kenna and her family came to have a barbeque and watch the fireworks also. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SHA6gC-T3FI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yQhz9TT06B4/s1600-h/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219736290350849106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SHA6gC-T3FI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yQhz9TT06B4/s320/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SHA3htzkPtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vVeqnOXqlVk/s1600-h/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenni, Isaac and Isiah are waiting in line to get a sparkler. Isiah is a little worried about how bright they are. &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/2304636100452834203-7236012731767416508?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7236012731767416508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=7236012731767416508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/7236012731767416508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/7236012731767416508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july-in-grandma-roskelleys-front.html' title='4th of July in Grandma Roskelley&apos;s front yard'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SHA7M6QKLbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/G-ozQavvaHY/s72-c/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-3106156042547148268</id><published>2008-07-05T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:56:24.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd of July at the Ball Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SHAz8wZpcVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uC16s0p_rik/s1600-h/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SHAxrHGCKfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/g1mRQnpgCYI/s1600-h/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219726584830896626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SHAxrHGCKfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/g1mRQnpgCYI/s320/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ed and Petra got us tickets to a RiverCats game at Raley Field, on the 3rd of July they have fireworks also, it was a perfect evening with 80 degree weather. By the time we went home we all had sweaters on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SHAzKhHMceI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sWt6ZWFNbFI/s1600-h/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219728223902659042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SHAzKhHMceI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sWt6ZWFNbFI/s320/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CJ has his glove and is ready just in case a foul ball comes his way. He had the glove on the entire night, he got so tired he asked Papa to hold his arm up so his glove was ready for the foul ball. It was so sad we never saw even one foul ball come to our section.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SHAz8wZpcVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uC16s0p_rik/s1600-h/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219729087000047954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SHAz8wZpcVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uC16s0p_rik/s320/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SHAzKhHMceI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sWt6ZWFNbFI/s1600-h/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a blurry picture of what we could see from our seats. The office buildings of down town Sacramento. It was a fun night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SHAyXhKDMtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gHrKOEsZxHc/s1600-h/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-3106156042547148268?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3106156042547148268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=3106156042547148268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/3106156042547148268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/3106156042547148268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/3rd-of-july-at-ball-park.html' title='3rd of July at the Ball Park'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SHAxrHGCKfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/g1mRQnpgCYI/s72-c/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-8844240152982330381</id><published>2008-07-04T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:10:55.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More funeral pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SG8P7iA5MdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SK1A5iK4S9I/s1600-h/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SG8O-uQe6hI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rjRti5VlU_A/s1600-h/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SG8N0rYQ2SI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KrNRCLQdX7M/s1600-h/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219405691794544930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SG8N0rYQ2SI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KrNRCLQdX7M/s320/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ross, Grandma Roskelley, Petra and Allie mug for the camera. Grandma Roskelley loved Grandma Catherine. She always told me how lucky I was to have such a wonderful Mother-in-Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SG8N1VZAkJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/p1IbDFa8Rfk/s1600-h/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219405703071961234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SG8N1VZAkJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/p1IbDFa8Rfk/s320/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laura finally sits to get a bite to eat with her long time good friend Nancy. ( Laura hates it when i take pictures of her eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SG8O-uQe6hI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rjRti5VlU_A/s1600-h/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219406963877538322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SG8O-uQe6hI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rjRti5VlU_A/s320/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Lizzy and Aunt Myrtis and Uncle Richard sit and visit with Kathy and Tawnya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SG8P7iA5MdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SK1A5iK4S9I/s1600-h/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219408008562946514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SG8P7iA5MdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SK1A5iK4S9I/s320/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SG8O-uQe6hI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rjRti5VlU_A/s1600-h/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brian B. played the piano for us while we ate, it was outstanding to hear how good he was. This same Brian played during the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-8844240152982330381?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8844240152982330381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=8844240152982330381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/8844240152982330381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/8844240152982330381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-funeral-pics.html' title='More funeral pics'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SG8N0rYQ2SI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KrNRCLQdX7M/s72-c/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-5665543726145824629</id><published>2008-07-04T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T17:58:37.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories of Grandma Catherine'/><title type='text'>Memories of Grandma Catherine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SG6vjPR138I/AAAAAAAAADI/0ougrTFB4B8/s1600-h/Grandma+Catherine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219302038100631490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SG6vjPR138I/AAAAAAAAADI/0ougrTFB4B8/s320/Grandma+Catherine.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Louise Catherine Brian Seamons&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Better known as Grandma Catherine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Grand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ma Catherine's Funeral was yesterday July 3, 2008. I loved this picture from the front of the program. She would love it and laugh if she saw it. She has been gone for a while now as her memory had left long ago and she was unable to remember who we were. She in the last couple of years would tell Jeff that he should really stop kissing her because she was married!! She would light up when we would come to visit her, she knew that we were special even if her mind didn't remember us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The kids all have their favorite memories of Grandma Catherine, cooking (standing on a chair if they weren't big enough to reach the stove) and playing card games. She loved math and told me once "they think we are playing games, I am really teaching them math problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;All of our children were able to be at Grandma's funeral, it was fun to see them with their Seamons cousins. Some of them had not seen each other for many years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SG69jjeljwI/AAAAAAAAADg/-KdUFOE8yuY/s1600-h/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219317436685586178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SG69jjeljwI/AAAAAAAAADg/-KdUFOE8yuY/s320/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hans and Kristen pose for me in the foyer of the church. They are so cute together, they were having fun catching up on their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SG680OmoQaI/AAAAAAAAADY/4wxi5WrMqU4/s1600-h/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219316623628321186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SG680OmoQaI/AAAAAAAAADY/4wxi5WrMqU4/s320/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I saw these two cuties standing together and just had to take a picture. Melanie and Suzanne are so fun to be with, they always have big smiles and are quick to hug. I so wish they lived closer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SG7FaNu2JcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7x0sSgQr99A/s1600-h/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219326072322401730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SG7FaNu2JcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7x0sSgQr99A/s320/Allie%27s+camera+07042008+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Kathy and Tawnya came all the way from Louisiana. Grandma's sisters Ione and her husband Jimmy, Myrtis and Lizzy and her husband Richard. It was so fun to see them again!! Hans and Katie really remember Aunt Lizzy and Uncle Richard. They used to come to see Grandma often and we loved to visit with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-5665543726145824629?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5665543726145824629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=5665543726145824629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/5665543726145824629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/5665543726145824629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories-of-grandma-catherine.html' title='Memories of Grandma Catherine.'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SG6vjPR138I/AAAAAAAAADI/0ougrTFB4B8/s72-c/Grandma+Catherine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-897097876992805</id><published>2008-05-25T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:52:29.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allie can SEE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SDoXGlnjiHI/AAAAAAAAADA/Cy_1H9p5jM0/s1600-h/100_0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204497721324701810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SDoXGlnjiHI/AAAAAAAAADA/Cy_1H9p5jM0/s320/100_0829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allie finally got her glasses. She has needed them for a while and we finally found the frames she liked and got them ordered. She wore them for a whole day before her friends noticed she had them on. She is so happy to see the leaves on the trees!!!  Four eyes, hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-897097876992805?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/897097876992805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=897097876992805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/897097876992805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/897097876992805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/allie-can-see.html' title='Allie can SEE!!!!'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SDoXGlnjiHI/AAAAAAAAADA/Cy_1H9p5jM0/s72-c/100_0829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-3842569513555885445</id><published>2008-05-17T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T19:44:57.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SC-WaCoyC4I/AAAAAAAAACI/6gpOkuLcXvw/s1600-h/allie+srn+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201541468764900226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SC-WaCoyC4I/AAAAAAAAACI/6gpOkuLcXvw/s320/allie+srn+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures from Allie's Senior pictures.  She is growing up, but best part is she is growing in other ways. She is, as I type, in the kitchen cooking dinner and at the same time getting ready for the dance.  (mormen center dance!! Her favorite week for dances)  This is the best part of having a teenager, they finally can do some of the stuff I am tired of doing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-3842569513555885445?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3842569513555885445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=3842569513555885445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/3842569513555885445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/3842569513555885445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-one-of-my-favorite-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SC-WaCoyC4I/AAAAAAAAACI/6gpOkuLcXvw/s72-c/allie+srn+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-4533604011600765198</id><published>2008-05-04T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:50:19.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allie's Senior Pictures</title><content type='html'>I think I am in shock!! My last child has had her Senior picture taken, this is not a new event but I know this is the beginning of the end. OK, I know that she is getting her pictures taken a little early, but we have a friend that is in this business and is using Allie as his model for her high school. (note to everyone, make friends with a photographer, they come in handy) Anyway, she got her pictures back last week and she looks darling. You can see them at &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/4bkva4"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/4bkva4&lt;/a&gt;. you can see all the photos he posted on his site.  She is having fun her Junior year and so far I am not seeing the dreaded Senioritist, you know that crazy look they get about half way thru their Senior year, get me out of this place look.  We have been pretty lucky with this last child. She is somewhat quiet and has a great group of friends, (yes both male and female) they do most things together, dances (they manage to find a stake having a dance most every weekend) and hanging out at each others houses.  I guess it's true they do save the best for last, Oh, sorry Allie that would be my beautiful grandchildren.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-4533604011600765198?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4533604011600765198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=4533604011600765198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/4533604011600765198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/4533604011600765198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/allies-senior-pictures.html' title='Allie&apos;s Senior Pictures'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-8907297996766995839</id><published>2008-04-26T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:54:30.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SBP4Z4w8sYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gR7RZzUbONI/s1600-h/100_0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193767918906421634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SBP4Z4w8sYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gR7RZzUbONI/s320/100_0718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SBP4Q4w8sXI/AAAAAAAAABs/DcHB8FURatw/s1600-h/100_0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193767764287598962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SBP4Q4w8sXI/AAAAAAAAABs/DcHB8FURatw/s320/100_0716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SBP4CIw8sWI/AAAAAAAAABk/F-Cp8g7dnFs/s1600-h/100_0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193767510884528482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SBP4CIw8sWI/AAAAAAAAABk/F-Cp8g7dnFs/s320/100_0715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SBP2CIw8sVI/AAAAAAAAABc/Y04EO3dDu04/s1600-h/100_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193765311861272914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SBP2CIw8sVI/AAAAAAAAABc/Y04EO3dDu04/s320/100_0717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We all came to Grandma's house to work in her back yard!!  Uncle Grant came from Utah. JJ decided that Mom/Grandma needed a sturdy walkway to the shed. It was a fun day, we all met at Grandma's and started working on our projects. Katie and Colleen and Carolyn started working on the planters getting the garden and bulb planted. The guys all worked on the cement.  It was a fun family day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-8907297996766995839?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8907297996766995839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=8907297996766995839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/8907297996766995839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/8907297996766995839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-all-came-to-grandmas-house-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SBP4Z4w8sYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gR7RZzUbONI/s72-c/100_0718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-4592806601394917755</id><published>2008-04-22T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:02:26.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CJ loves anything Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going to the snow is one of his favorite'/><title type='text'>The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SA6mcYw8sUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tYxQuMfnAsQ/s1600-h/petra+and+eds2+502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192270427019063618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SA6mcYw8sUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tYxQuMfnAsQ/s320/petra+and+eds2+502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CJ has been running around the yelling "the light is coming!!". I was wondering where the light was coming from. He was looking for lightening. Now if you know me, lightening is NOT my favorite thing. I have been known to hide under or around anything that will block out lightening and the thunder is the worst. But CJ thinks it is his "friend" and calls and calls for it to come back. He will ask over and over again, is it Summer yet? He knows in the summer his "friend" is gone and he has to wait until Winter to come again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-4592806601394917755?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4592806601394917755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=4592806601394917755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/4592806601394917755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/4592806601394917755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/rain.html' title='The Rain'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTrqP8L-Kk8/SA6mcYw8sUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tYxQuMfnAsQ/s72-c/petra+and+eds2+502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-4663028570336620551</id><published>2008-04-15T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T18:04:27.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Allie has made all of the cute stuff on this blog. I have to get going and start posting to it. It seems so easy when you read other poeples blogs, oh well I am sure I will get the hang of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-4663028570336620551?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4663028570336620551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=4663028570336620551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/4663028570336620551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/4663028570336620551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-blog.html' title='NEW BLOG'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-3787053863785799788</id><published>2008-04-09T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:54:17.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wooooo new header</title><content type='html'>YAY!!! i made a new header so fun!!!! im going to make another one just for the fun of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-3787053863785799788?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3787053863785799788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=3787053863785799788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/3787053863785799788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/3787053863785799788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/wooooo-new-header.html' title='wooooo new header'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-7755233662999317922</id><published>2008-04-07T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:52:38.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family blog</title><content type='html'>This is our family's new blog, Allie has very nicely made this for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-7755233662999317922?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7755233662999317922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=7755233662999317922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/7755233662999317922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/7755233662999317922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/family-blog.html' title='Family blog'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304636100452834203.post-468821350338031300</id><published>2008-04-07T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:51:24.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well I decided to make my mom a blog because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. Im Bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;2. Everyone else has one so why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;3. Im bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;-allie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304636100452834203-468821350338031300?l=seamonsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/468821350338031300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2304636100452834203&amp;postID=468821350338031300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/468821350338031300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304636100452834203/posts/default/468821350338031300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seamonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/testing.html' title='Testing!!'/><author><name>carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212195764003439855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
