<?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-5136924645486868025</id><updated>2012-01-29T18:13:47.198-08:00</updated><category term='Keat'/><category term=')'/><title type='text'>wrightblog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-5524650377945797153</id><published>2011-11-29T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T21:46:34.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thaddeus Dale Wright</title><content type='html'>Thaddeus Dale Wright. Born Saturday Oct. 29, 2011 at 1:29 am. He was a whopping 9 pounds 7 ounces and 21 inches long!! The biggest baby yet and the biggest that night at the hospital!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnSBADW5ok/TtW68fKNhdI/AAAAAAAAAkk/S13EWR6RklA/s1600/DSC09284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680652053316994514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnSBADW5ok/TtW68fKNhdI/AAAAAAAAAkk/S13EWR6RklA/s400/DSC09284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The very tired and very blessed parents just after Thad was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680650426467219522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8NW2uuxo7Z0/TtW5dyq_-EI/AAAAAAAAAjU/PkFYczEoG0w/s400/DSC09234.JPG" /&gt;My handsome 4 boys!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5KpDtbHnaIk/TtW5hAUkJ9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/PpX14Vf9tQo/s1600/DSC09248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680650481670825938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5KpDtbHnaIk/TtW5hAUkJ9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/PpX14Vf9tQo/s400/DSC09248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonas holding Thad for the first time with the help of Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mxcxZh7zRY/TtW5e35m0NI/AAAAAAAAAjs/ktPeTjC1Mj0/s1600/DSC09241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680650445050532050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mxcxZh7zRY/TtW5e35m0NI/AAAAAAAAAjs/ktPeTjC1Mj0/s400/DSC09241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keat holding his little bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gk4-b5ifztA/TtW5eEYxrCI/AAAAAAAAAjg/-grZfGg0_xw/s1600/DSC09238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680650431222623266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gk4-b5ifztA/TtW5eEYxrCI/AAAAAAAAAjg/-grZfGg0_xw/s400/DSC09238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now the story...Friday morning I woke up feeling sick. Turns out I had the stomach flue ): Lots of throwing up etc (I'll spare you the details) ALL day. In the morning, I had thrown up once and just thought it was because of labor. So I went to my friend Rachel's house so she could work on my feet (to expediate the labor). When I came home and continued throwing up etc, I knew I had caught the flu bug because it was going around. Needless to say, I was in bed with a bowl the rest of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jas took the boys and our nephew to our ward version of trunk or treat. Around 7 he came home and our wonderful home teacher came over and helped Jas give me a blessing. I finally stopped throwing up. After talking with his two sisters who are nurses, I took some imodium. Finally I was able to hold down water and sprite (thanks again to Rach!)&lt;br /&gt;I was beyond tired and tried to go to sleep. That's when the conractions started--at 11 that night. They were fast and furious, so we were off to the hospital at 12:15 thanks to Jas's parents rushing to our house. We made it to the hospital at 12:45. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they checked me they told me I was dialated to a 6 1/2, where I freaked out asking if I was too late to get an epidural. Later, the nurse confessed that I was at a 8 1/2, but she knew that I would have a strong reaction, so she fibbed. Unfortunately I was dehydrated so it took 2 nurses and the anesthesiologist and some 5 tries to get an IV going. They had to pump fluids in quickly before I could get my beloved epidural. There was some crazy moments like needing oxygen because I was getting dizzy and my blood pressure was dropping and some more throwing up, but the team at Ogden Regional were fantastic (d0 I sound like a commercial?!) I felt I was in good hands, especially after my blessing and having Jas holding my hand next to me. I love that man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little/big babe of ours wanted to come quickly and I delivered by 1:29 am--less than an hour after arriving. Yes, I did still partly feel the pain because the epidural hadn't fully kicked in, but it was dulled thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;We feel so blessed to have him in our family--It's like he was always here. Thank you to all our wonderful friends and family for all of the love, support and help. Much more to blog, but I'm off to nurse my beautiful baby boy. And then, get some sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-5524650377945797153?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5524650377945797153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=5524650377945797153' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/5524650377945797153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/5524650377945797153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2011/11/thaddeus-dale-wright.html' title='Thaddeus Dale Wright'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/-oFnSBADW5ok/TtW68fKNhdI/AAAAAAAAAkk/S13EWR6RklA/s72-c/DSC09284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-1857737203694390654</id><published>2011-05-11T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T08:05:47.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY#3!</title><content type='html'>It's true...we are having another baby!! Just found out last week that it's another boy--our specialty! The boys are beyond excited to have another brother! Our little guy is set to join our family on Halloween. He is healthy which makes us so happy. Been much sicker this time around, hoping that I am almost out of the sick stage.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of being pregnant has been the impact it has on our two little boys. K and Little J are so sweet asking how I feel, noticing my belly getting bigger, and (my fav) praying for our baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-1857737203694390654?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1857737203694390654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=1857737203694390654' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/1857737203694390654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/1857737203694390654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2011/05/baby3.html' title='BABY#3!'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-5699190675189697484</id><published>2010-12-13T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T20:07:40.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Overheard</title><content type='html'>Last week I was doing the dishes in the kitchen. This is what I overheard between my 2 boys:&lt;br /&gt;Little J pretending to be Santa, "K, what do you want for Christmas?"&lt;br /&gt;K, "I want the Bumblebee Transformer."&lt;br /&gt;Little J, "Okay, here you go--your princess."  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, "I don't want a princess, I want a transformer."&lt;br /&gt;Little J, " Here is your princess." He is now laughing his head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my boys.And yes, I did laugh my head off too (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-5699190675189697484?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5699190675189697484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=5699190675189697484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/5699190675189697484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/5699190675189697484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2010/12/santa-overheard.html' title='Santa Overheard'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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-5136924645486868025.post-4385494386482625266</id><published>2010-10-31T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:15:11.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canning and Potty Training</title><content type='html'>I know, it's been months since I've posted and much longer since there's been pics--so I'll start off small. Back in Sept. Jas went fishing for the weekend w/ his bro. My mom (Nana to my boys) came up for the weekend! We had a blast going to K's soccer game, playing with the boys, eating Chinese food, taking little J to the potty a million times and canning! Here's little J helping smash the raspberries for jam! So proud of him being potty trained!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/TM48XxELE1I/AAAAAAAAAjA/N5culI_Dbuc/s1600/DSC07592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534427371090416466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/TM48XxELE1I/AAAAAAAAAjA/N5culI_Dbuc/s400/DSC07592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had Jas take this pic of all our hard work--My mom says it's like taking a pic of the deer you get hunting! I am positively giddy about these beautiful bottles of goodness--peaches, pears, raspberry jam, and jalapeno jelly! Thanks mom for the good memories (my favorite: the jalapeno jelly at near midnight and her lips and my hands burning--the oil from the peppers went through our gloves--such pain and slaphappy laughing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/TM48XaXG1xI/AAAAAAAAAi4/k8Qf4uoDGZw/s1600/DSC07593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534427364995815186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/TM48XaXG1xI/AAAAAAAAAi4/k8Qf4uoDGZw/s400/DSC07593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5136924645486868025-4385494386482625266?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4385494386482625266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=4385494386482625266' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/4385494386482625266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/4385494386482625266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2010/10/canning-and-potty-training.html' title='Canning and Potty Training'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/TM48XxELE1I/AAAAAAAAAjA/N5culI_Dbuc/s72-c/DSC07592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-5812760724145424319</id><published>2010-07-01T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T15:19:44.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=')'/><title type='text'>From The Mouth of My Boys</title><content type='html'>I recently was thinking of all the fun, cute things my boys have been saying and decided to write them down for memories sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"49." (His number for everything!)&lt;br /&gt;"But, Mom can I tell you something?" (His most often phrase--he uses it 20 times a day. After I say, "Please do" he proceeds to tell me a story of some sort.)&lt;br /&gt;"Can I WAY tell you something?" (that's when it's REALLY important!)&lt;br /&gt;"Am I 49 pounds?" (this is what he asked J and I when he was way up in a tree. He really wanted to know how high up he was!)&lt;br /&gt;"What am I going to do?" (Better than "I'm bored." but not my favorite.)&lt;br /&gt;"Lots of very deep questions like "Why did Heavenly Father give us toenails? How did He get our eyeballs to stay in? My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;--"Why did Heavenly Father make mosquitoes?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;biggeter&lt;/span&gt; than you." (he adds &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; to a lot of his words)&lt;br /&gt;"He has a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feber&lt;/span&gt;." (for fever--it's adorable!)&lt;br /&gt;**BTW: K just woke up from a nap and just said to me "Mom, Can I tell you something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little J:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to ring the ding-bell." (Doorbell)&lt;br /&gt;"I'm 2 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mama&lt;/span&gt;. I'm 2." (He probably says this 20 times a day, especially when I put on one of his favorite shirts--that part &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; I showed him the tag w/ 2T. It makes me smile every time!)&lt;br /&gt;"What's smell &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mama&lt;/span&gt;?" (He has the nose of a trained dog--seriously!)&lt;br /&gt;"I want window on." (when we wants his window down in the car.)&lt;br /&gt;"I cried at you." (On the Sat. mornings he wakes up before J &amp;amp; I are back from our long jog--training for a 1/2 marathon in 2 weeks! This is the first things he says when we get back. Melts my heart.)&lt;br /&gt;"You &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;owie&lt;/span&gt; Momma? Need kisses? Need &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;band aid&lt;/span&gt;?" (He then comes and gives me kisses where ever I hurt myself."&lt;br /&gt;"I want my clip-clops." (my personal favorite--he's asking for his flip flops!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both K and Little J:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" (No explanation needed--all moms and dads know this one!&lt;br /&gt;"Does Jesus see our balloons if they go up in the sky?" (:&lt;br /&gt;"I want &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dada&lt;/span&gt;." (this phrase is used especially often when J is out of town and I'm trying to get boys to bed. In my mind I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt;,"Me too. Then he can put you two to bed!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it! The cute things my little guys say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-5812760724145424319?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5812760724145424319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=5812760724145424319' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/5812760724145424319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/5812760724145424319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2010/07/from-mouth-of-my-boys.html' title='From The Mouth of My Boys'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-6197172181903630577</id><published>2010-06-18T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T18:59:59.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New House!</title><content type='html'>I was talking to a friend of mine and she made a good point---(thanks Jen!) So, no excuses (although I can't show pics) here is a short blog--We closed on a new house last week!! We are in the thick of picking out colors for tile, granite, carpet etc. It'll be like old times &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; we are doing a lot of the work ourselves. We're excited to have a place of our own! We'll show pics soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are doing well. We just finished swim lessons and K is becoming a little fish! We've been doing the fun summer activities of swimming, park and play dates. More later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-6197172181903630577?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6197172181903630577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=6197172181903630577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/6197172181903630577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/6197172181903630577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-house.html' title='New House!'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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-5136924645486868025.post-5716397765668726766</id><published>2010-04-28T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T20:56:04.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye for Now</title><content type='html'>It's been a crazy few weeks. March 26th was our official last day in Missouri. We knew it was coming, but it felt like it still snuck up on us. The last week in Mo was hard--lots of goodbyes, and packing. I have pics to help us remember--but no way to transfer them--all packed up in our storage unit.&lt;br /&gt;Moving makes you learn a lot about yourself and others. A few things I learned: saying goodbye is always hard, people surprise you at just how kind they can be, 4 year olds have very tender spirits, and people are the best thing of any place.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Saying goodbye is always hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you who saw a few tears, there were even more! (: Let's just call it see you later...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;People surprise you at how kind they can be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had kind friends and neighbors, but I was still surprised! I am not one to accept help easily, so it took multiple offers before I finally accepted  help (thanks Amy and Chris, you saved me). SO MANY people offered to help lend a hand, brought over treats and cute cards (I actually got teary-eyed when I read a note from our babysitter, Emma and our neighbors the Murphys). I can't even name off all the kind deeds--from the Benney's driving the boys around in their convertible, to treats from Rachel to little gifts for the boys from Traci and Ryan/Danny.....the list goes on and on. THANK YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;4 Year olds have very tender hearts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K ADORES his neighbors in Missouri. Thursday night before we left may have been the toughest moment of them all. We went and said goodbye to our neighbors. K and Little J got to wrestle one last time with the boys of the neighborhood. When we said it was time to say goodbye, K lost it--he was so sad it tore me apart. His little heart was aching and so was the rest of our family. The last day, he teared up again saying goodbye to his room. My little tender heart. Thank goodness kids are so resilient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*People are the best thing of any place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people are what we will miss most of Missouri. We will miss the rain, the bunnies in the yard and the Cardinals fans, but mostly the people. To all our neighbors, and friends--you will always hold a place in our heart. AND this is not really a goodbye, but a see you later. We hope to see you all soon--come visit us!! Utah is a great place to visit (that's a huge hint okay?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-5716397765668726766?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5716397765668726766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=5716397765668726766' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/5716397765668726766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/5716397765668726766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye-for-now.html' title='Goodbye for Now'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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-5136924645486868025.post-6584984071905019613</id><published>2010-02-19T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T08:13:49.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Grow Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the conversation that I had w/ my four year old at dinner the other night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K,"I want to be a dinosaur when I grow up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me, "Wow!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Oh, he thinks I'm not grown up....so sweet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me, "I want to be a mom and a teacher." (so true, but NOT what he was looking for.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K w/ a frustrated look on his face, "No, Mom, what do you want to be when you grow up?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me, "I want to be a bird so I can fly." (a little more imagination right?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;K was satisfied w/ that answer. He goes into all sorts of details about being a dino and how Dadda and Little J would be dinos too. I then said I wanted to be a dino that could fly wanting to be the same species as the rest of my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;K, "After I am a dinosaur, I want to be a police officer. Then, I want to be a race car driver. Then I want to be a sword fighter. Then, I want to be a golfman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am so glad that my little one has such high expectations for himself....until he said this:"Then, after a golfman, I want to be a bad guy." Me, "K, I don't think you want to be a bad guy. Don't you want to be a good guy?" K, "Okay, I will be a good bad guy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(On a side note, as I'm typing this K comes up to me. He asks what I'm doing and I retell our convo. He then says, "After all that, I want to be a monster. After all that, I will be done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh, then it's settled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(I'm rooting for the golfman--the least dangerous of the bunch. A golfman w/ values, of course.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-6584984071905019613?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6584984071905019613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=6584984071905019613' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/6584984071905019613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/6584984071905019613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I Grow Up'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-7634976772561138308</id><published>2010-02-04T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T14:20:00.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Request</title><content type='html'>"Momma, play cars with me." The request came from my 2 year old. I was actually writing thank you notes for Christmas gifts--I figured January was coming to a close and that was my deadline. (yes, I am a procrastinator) He asked 2 times. I pulled myself away reluctantly. I sat on the kitchen floor and little J did too.&lt;br /&gt;We zipped and passed cars back and forth. We had a fabulous time. Seriously. The first minute playing I thought of the thank you cards and how it might actually be February when they were received. Then, I thought of the floor--it so needed to be vacuumed. You know your floor needs to be vacuumed when your 2 year old points to bran muffin crumbs all over the floor and says, "Yucky." Following the crumb thought, my mind wandered to the fact that I needed to take a shower and get dressed--I couldn't stay in workout clothes all day. Finally, I told my mind just to knock it all off and "be in the moment." And, so I was. Best.ten.minutes.of.my.day. Thank you, little J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-7634976772561138308?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7634976772561138308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=7634976772561138308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7634976772561138308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7634976772561138308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2010/02/request.html' title='The Request'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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-5136924645486868025.post-4914041405716882603</id><published>2010-02-02T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:58:00.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Cents</title><content type='html'>I finally changed my cell phone plan--every text/pic/video I received/sent cost 20 cents. However, the story that unfolds to you now is a video VERY well worth those two dimes.&lt;br /&gt;J was going out of town and K said, "Dadda I am going to wave to you from the window." Well, with all of the hustle and bustle, J forgot to look out his window and wave to K. He drove off and K was absolutely devastated. You know the look, the crumpled up face followed by big crocodile tears. "Dadda didn't wave to me."&lt;br /&gt;I immediately called J, who felt terrible about it. He then sent K a video message waving to him and telling him that he loved him. K probably watched it 20 times the first day. Every time he watched, K would wave back to J and say he loved him too. It was so very sweet--my boy with the tender heart who ADORES his daddy. As the commercial says, "Priceless."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-4914041405716882603?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4914041405716882603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=4914041405716882603' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/4914041405716882603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/4914041405716882603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2010/02/20-cents.html' title='20 Cents'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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-5136924645486868025.post-7145682326200045485</id><published>2010-01-29T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:55:58.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Gift</title><content type='html'>As many people know, we have been blessed with a great Christmas gift--a new job!! An answer to our prayers. We really feel so blessed. It  has been a very learning and growing last half of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's a job back in Utah. Everyone knows the saying, "Home is where the heart is." Well, your heart can be in a few places--which makes it all interesting. We are thrilled at being close to our family. Grandparents were in tears when they heard the news (let's face it--they miss their grandkids). Born and raised in beautiful Utah, I have missed family, friends, mountains and the snow. That said, thinking about moving makes me already miss things from the beautiful midwest--the rain, bunnies in the backyard, amazing neighbors and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I have come to realize is that one can find beauty wherever you are--both in the surroundings and the people. We have learned so much while here in Missouri. I'll save that for another post...now, I'm not saying goodbye anytime soon--sorry, Mo friends, you can't get rid of us yet! We're here until the house sells (that's the plan for now).  Just wanted to spread our good news and thank everyone for all the thoughts and prayers on our behalf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-7145682326200045485?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7145682326200045485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=7145682326200045485' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7145682326200045485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7145682326200045485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-gift.html' title='Christmas Gift'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-3992118349867205885</id><published>2009-12-10T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:37:00.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic of Christmas</title><content type='html'>K ADORES Christmas this year--and I'm not just talking about the whole Santa/toy part. He was positively giddy about decorating this year. He was very involved w/ decorating the tree and putting up all of the lights. Every morning, one of the first things he does is come downstairs and plug in the lights. Every night when it gets dark, he plugs the lights outside. Both boys love helping w/ the advent calendar.&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas traditions. A fellow blogger/friend wrote an entry that resonates with me. Every season as we open the Christmas boxes up to decorate, memories dance in my head. One of our traditions is to listen to the Forgotten Carols as we decorate. It brings me to my teenage years of doing the same thing. It takes me back to when Jas and I went to the Forgotten Carols while we were dating, the next year engaged and like 5 years in a row (until we moved here.) The music touches my soul.&lt;br /&gt;While decorating, the ornaments sing out other memories. I don't have one of those gorgeously decorated themed tree. We have the memory tree because each decoration evokes sweet memories. &lt;br /&gt;*the bitten ballerina--a decoration I made as a little girl and that my childhood dog, Toffy, got a hold of&lt;br /&gt;*the candy cane horse--my Grandma Evie made this and every year we put in a new candy cane. It means a lot because she passed away when I was a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;*K and little J's first Christmas ornaments--how Christmas means that much more when you get to share it with your children.&lt;br /&gt;*Our honeymoon knitted beanie--J and I got this on our honeymoon in Jackson Hole.&lt;br /&gt;*a few teacher ornaments--from my students when I taught 3rd grade.&lt;br /&gt;*Our Wright Family ornament--so beautiful (thanks Cherilyn! K broke it and she made another one for us. It now is on the top of the tree!)&lt;br /&gt;*My favorite ornament ever--J gave this to me on our first Christmas married. It's a heart shaped ornament w/ a lock and key and a pic of us on our wedding day. It says "true love is our love." I cried when he gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;I love the smells, the sounds and the sights of Christmas. I look forward to adding to our memory tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-3992118349867205885?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3992118349867205885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=3992118349867205885' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/3992118349867205885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/3992118349867205885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/12/magic-of-christmas.html' title='Magic of Christmas'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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-5136924645486868025.post-3516335477846247584</id><published>2009-12-06T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:37:24.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Small Moments</title><content type='html'>Here's a few moments that I've been meaning to record:&lt;br /&gt;* A month or so ago K had a few rough nights and wet the bed again. One night I went in there and took him to the bathroom since he was wet. I asked him, "Why didn't you go in the potty?" His response, "I need a big potty in my room." "You have a potty in the bathroom next to your room. Why didn't you go there?" K's response, "I was busy." My response, "Busy doing what?" His, "I was busy sleeping." I had to laugh!&lt;br /&gt;* In the last week or two K has become very independent. "I want to do it meself" is what he says. He now wants to get dressed by himself--big step kiddo!&lt;br /&gt;* Little J can now officially say K's full name! I love to hear him say it over and over.&lt;br /&gt;* J and I noticed something magical has happened in the last few days!! We are absolutely thrilled about it! Both the boys are playing so much better together. They are growing up so quickly--I can't believe it! Just yesterday morning, they went downstairs and played pretend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-3516335477846247584?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3516335477846247584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=3516335477846247584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/3516335477846247584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/3516335477846247584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/12/heres-few-moments-that-ive-been-meaning.html' title='Those Small Moments'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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-5136924645486868025.post-3226497547921619241</id><published>2009-11-30T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:37:44.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Sister</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to blog about this--a few weeks ago I found out that my little bro just got accepted into PA school (physician assistant). I  had this strong feeling flow through my body and I was overcome w/ joy for him and his cute wife. I am so proud of my little bro. This is such a wonderful thing! I feel I got just a taste of what our own parents must feel like when we succeed at something that we have been working so hard for. I've had a few moments of these w/ my little boys too. These are sweet moments and I look forward to many more.&lt;br /&gt;You betcha--I am one proud big sis! Go Stevie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-3226497547921619241?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3226497547921619241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=3226497547921619241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/3226497547921619241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/3226497547921619241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/proud-sister.html' title='Proud Sister'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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-5136924645486868025.post-7162753928460523193</id><published>2009-11-26T07:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T07:36:39.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>To all you wonderful family and friends out there--Happy Thanksgiving! Know you are all loved. Wish we could be with all of you today. Enjoy the day and eat lots of turkey and pie! I'm thankful for all I have, which is SO much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J is out playing football this morning, I am crossing my fingers that he doesn't break any bones this year....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-7162753928460523193?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7162753928460523193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=7162753928460523193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7162753928460523193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7162753928460523193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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-5136924645486868025.post-2522385245162570197</id><published>2009-11-14T05:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:23:50.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Pics</title><content type='html'>The birthday boy got lots of phone calls from all of his sweet family !&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403958016988660706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sv63L1-7w-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/ZnU-ubwt0wo/s400/DSC06545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He was so excited to open his presents! Thanks to everyone for the fun gifts.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sv65dlblfJI/AAAAAAAAAio/yJ-EbFBvjxg/s1600-h/DSC06563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403960520806333586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sv65dlblfJI/AAAAAAAAAio/yJ-EbFBvjxg/s400/DSC06563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated all week--we went to the zoo and Daniel's Farm.Here is my favorite pic of the boys. I just want to eat them up--they look so dang cute!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403955902434975186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sv61QwqDHdI/AAAAAAAAAhY/_umIAZU1gCQ/s400/DSC06466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonas LOVED playing with the corn.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sv63LSVQVVI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ijVRcFkD4wk/s1600-h/DSC06514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403958007418606930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sv63LSVQVVI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ijVRcFkD4wk/s400/DSC06514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys had fun covering me up--much better than sand.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403959228637772722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sv64SXul-7I/AAAAAAAAAig/r2Ht80JADXs/s400/DSC06511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J &amp;amp; I at Daniel's Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sv63K9tRDwI/AAAAAAAAAiA/JlD5M6RJvr8/s1600-h/DSC06503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403958001882173186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sv63K9tRDwI/AAAAAAAAAiA/JlD5M6RJvr8/s400/DSC06503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sv63KoIxbtI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Gl0TmMDFt2w/s1600-h/DSC06497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403957996091961042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sv63KoIxbtI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Gl0TmMDFt2w/s400/DSC06497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GIANT tire swing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sv61R7as7FI/AAAAAAAAAhw/K1nHoYLl9-M/s1600-h/DSC06484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403955922503265362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sv61R7as7FI/AAAAAAAAAhw/K1nHoYLl9-M/s400/DSC06484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys hamming it up for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sv61Rhl6G7I/AAAAAAAAAho/teYwBC2WnWs/s1600-h/DSC06475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403955915570944946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sv61Rhl6G7I/AAAAAAAAAho/teYwBC2WnWs/s400/DSC06475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this pic--I have some handsome guys don't I?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sv61RDc4rmI/AAAAAAAAAhg/MXoPFnFUU28/s1600-h/DSC06467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403955907480039010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sv61RDc4rmI/AAAAAAAAAhg/MXoPFnFUU28/s400/DSC06467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little J and Big J riding the tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sv61QhhbhZI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/3BT3HKazYdQ/s1600-h/DSC06474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403955898372294034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sv61QhhbhZI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/3BT3HKazYdQ/s400/DSC06474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their favorite part of the zoo--the TRAIN! Thanks to our adoptive grandparents for the fun ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403958013705783794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sv63LpwPCfI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/gVayklcWrdU/s400/DSC06526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Litte J, we had a blast celebrating YOU! Can't wait 'till next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-2522385245162570197?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2522385245162570197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=2522385245162570197' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/2522385245162570197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/2522385245162570197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-pics.html' title='Birthday Pics'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sv63L1-7w-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/ZnU-ubwt0wo/s72-c/DSC06545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-7159879238000908376</id><published>2009-10-23T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:47:26.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Big Boy!</title><content type='html'>It's official--little J is now 2 years old! I can't even believe it! He is one amazing little one. He is quite the talker--his fav. phrase is I ____too Momma. K will say, "I love cars." J will then say, "I love cars too Momma." I am so impressed by his ability to pick up the English language--the words, patterns, pronouns etc.&lt;br /&gt;The birthday boy has been singing the Happy Birthday song all day! It's been a week of celebrations (pics to come). Our family loves celebrating week long birthdays (me especially)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little J has a talent of melting all my stresses away. Both Big J and I are drawn to him when we do feel the pressures of the world. A big hug from him is therapeutic. This is a gift he gives us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He adores his big bro. He follows him and wants to do/say exactly what K says. The other day they were Batman w/ their blankets (babies as little J calls them). Things he has learned from  big bro--new happy phrase "Awesome Momma!" new mad phrase "Get out of here!" (Really should a just 2 year old be able to say that?!) He has also learned to climb WAY too many things, ride his tricycle way too fast down the driveway, and how to play hide and go seek.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to your little one--you enrich our lives daily and bring us so much sunshine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-7159879238000908376?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7159879238000908376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=7159879238000908376' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7159879238000908376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7159879238000908376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-big-boy.html' title='Happy Birthday Big Boy!'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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-5136924645486868025.post-643923738708443776</id><published>2009-10-14T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:42:00.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Memories</title><content type='html'>Here are some highlights from the summer (thanks Jen for the idea!) The boys had so much fun doing the summer reading program (and so did their nerdy teacher/mom!) They got to go to the Rascals Game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJWFFhoGwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Gp-Xvsj5Qyk/s1600-h/DSC06132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391466349298457346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJWFFhoGwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Gp-Xvsj5Qyk/s400/DSC06132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are checking out the game! They didn't watch much. K was running around and J was obsessed with this lady who sat in front of us--she had a rose tattoo on her ankle. J kept running up to her and touching her tattoo--I'm serious, he did it like 10 times! Good thing the lady was so sweet about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJWEnDhYII/AAAAAAAAAhA/NBIizWa9_zE/s1600-h/DSC06123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391466341119123586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJWEnDhYII/AAAAAAAAAhA/NBIizWa9_zE/s400/DSC06123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boys at Michaels--I KNOW how much you love that store Melynie! We do too. The boys doing what they like to do--play fighting!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJWEMN1jII/AAAAAAAAAg4/d13o5wXcuNY/s1600-h/DSC06073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391466333914631298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJWEMN1jII/AAAAAAAAAg4/d13o5wXcuNY/s400/DSC06073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th of July proudly waving their flags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJWDn1CYdI/AAAAAAAAAgw/E4fnlJdCras/s1600-h/DSC06031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391466324146938322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJWDn1CYdI/AAAAAAAAAgw/E4fnlJdCras/s400/DSC06031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The action shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJWDDVV1lI/AAAAAAAAAgo/xurG54kZy3A/s1600-h/DSC06034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391466314350319186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJWDDVV1lI/AAAAAAAAAgo/xurG54kZy3A/s400/DSC06034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our kids LOVE petting zoos!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJTRfs5jpI/AAAAAAAAAgg/U9ItlsOdxy8/s1600-h/DSC06015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391463263948607122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJTRfs5jpI/AAAAAAAAAgg/U9ItlsOdxy8/s400/DSC06015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our neighborhood had a parade for the kiddos. The boys were so excited to decorate their stroller and scooter.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJTROi8KgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/mcBOIwxi8Fo/s1600-h/DSC05926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391463259343432194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJTROi8KgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/mcBOIwxi8Fo/s400/DSC05926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked rasberries earlier in the summer. K was a great little helper. Little J not so much(: Sad to say that our rasberry jam is almost gone...until next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJTQtYan2I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/c2B237bvEkM/s1600-h/DSC05920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391463250440920930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJTQtYan2I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/c2B237bvEkM/s400/DSC05920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent many hours in our backyard--the two favorite activities--swinging and playing in the sandbox. It's amazing to me that my boys can play w/ sand for hours(if only they wouldn't chuck it in eachother's hair).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJTP60GrDI/AAAAAAAAAgI/1REZ8erO6S4/s1600-h/DSC05887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391463236866845746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJTP60GrDI/AAAAAAAAAgI/1REZ8erO6S4/s400/DSC05887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJTPUytfuI/AAAAAAAAAgA/HVFHHaNREhk/s1600-h/DSC05886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391463226660454114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJTPUytfuI/AAAAAAAAAgA/HVFHHaNREhk/s400/DSC05886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Swinging w/ Dadda. I adore this pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-643923738708443776?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/643923738708443776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=643923738708443776' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/643923738708443776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/643923738708443776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/10/summer-memories.html' title='Summer Memories'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJWFFhoGwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Gp-Xvsj5Qyk/s72-c/DSC06132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-3359248793409120120</id><published>2009-10-11T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:41:45.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K's Bday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJOOLP-OTI/AAAAAAAAAf4/VFAeYf9nFUA/s1600-h/DSC06152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391457709360822578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJOOLP-OTI/AAAAAAAAAf4/VFAeYf9nFUA/s400/DSC06152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; K is now 4! He requested a Cardinal's cake, so I made him baseball cupcakes and sugar cookie baseball mitts.Think 2 active boys PLUS cookies, cupcakes, frosting and icecream=one crazy house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJONaWZoWI/AAAAAAAAAfo/aGfrC3Stqyk/s1600-h/DSC06137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391457696234447202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJONaWZoWI/AAAAAAAAAfo/aGfrC3Stqyk/s400/DSC06137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We surprised him with what he had been asking/begging for--a rocket bike! J and I wrapped it all up with streamers and balloons and put it on the front porch. J set up the video camera,then rang the doorbell and hid behind the bushes. K got to answer it. He was so excited to see a surprise bday present! I was just as excited when he opened it up and said with 4 year-old-enthusiam "Yeah, a rocket bike!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391457698751350466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJONjuehsI/AAAAAAAAAfw/mNcpVBZjty0/s400/DSC06141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Little guy had a tough time w/ K's bday--he just didn't seem to understand why K was getting all these presents. While K was riding his bike for the first time, little J was throwing a MAJOR tantrum--crying, screaming, knocking down the garbage can...it'll be good footage to show him when he's older!! (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K, we love you dearly!! You bring so much to our family--you have a talent of being so likeable, you are ALWAYS running and active, you have an amazing creative side with your paintings and bedtime stories. You have a zest for life that is contagious!! Happy 4th Bday!&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/5136924645486868025-3359248793409120120?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3359248793409120120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=3359248793409120120' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/3359248793409120120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/3359248793409120120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/10/ks-bday.html' title='K&apos;s Bday!'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/StJOOLP-OTI/AAAAAAAAAf4/VFAeYf9nFUA/s72-c/DSC06152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-6256162618395689392</id><published>2009-08-01T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:57:55.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Split Second of Perfection</title><content type='html'>Calling all moms--do you remember premomhood (is that a word?!) where you pictured what life will be like as a mom--calm, peaceful, perfect? Then, you became a mom....not exactly calm, peaceful and perfect. When I do have those perfect moments I embrace them and write them down so I remember them in the crazy, not-so-perfect moments of mommyhood.&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of 'em:&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was with my boys in the kitchen. They both were coloring--working on their amazing art projects and I was sweeping the kitchen. Unprompted K started humming "Love at Home." I joined in. Then, my 21 month old semi-music genius started humming it too. Yes, here I am, the mother humming and sweeping in the kitchen w/ my two angels who were humming and creating works of art. Don't forget we were humming "LOVE AT HOME."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually started to laugh at how perfect it was--it lasted 2 min. tops--but it was still perfect.&lt;br /&gt;One of the many reasons why I became a mother. Dreams do come true (I won't go into details about the screaming and unsharing of crayons that happened after...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-6256162618395689392?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6256162618395689392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=6256162618395689392' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/6256162618395689392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/6256162618395689392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/08/split-second-of-perfection.html' title='The Split Second of Perfection'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-4627544554273926446</id><published>2009-06-10T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:02:01.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Trip Pics</title><content type='html'>I so struggle posting our Utah trips---we do so much and see so many people, I never know where to start. This is just a snapshot into our trip--there is no rhyme or reason to the pics, other than they were wonderful memories and I love the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Nana's house--we had quite fun decorating eggs!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Si3TgOaDqZI/AAAAAAAAAfg/QqOJYgB-Fp4/s1600-h/DSC05527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345160883335309714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Si3TgOaDqZI/AAAAAAAAAfg/QqOJYgB-Fp4/s400/DSC05527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The masterpieces--I have such an artistic family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Si3Tf6Zzi7I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bFC58lAria8/s1600-h/DSC05550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345160877965544370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Si3Tf6Zzi7I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bFC58lAria8/s400/DSC05550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K's favorite pastime at Nana's. Being thrown into the air by his uncles! He is a "Springy Tingey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Si3TfjxLZWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/iuu0aub-rBA/s1600-h/DSC05549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345160871889560930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Si3TfjxLZWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/iuu0aub-rBA/s400/DSC05549.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football at Jason's parent's house--way to go Marty, even in a suit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Si3TfWG4CtI/AAAAAAAAAfI/5ILDp9Y3KkE/s1600-h/DSC05593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345160868222470866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Si3TfWG4CtI/AAAAAAAAAfI/5ILDp9Y3KkE/s400/DSC05593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CuddleTime--Jonas w/ Aunt JoJo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Si3TfMq15AI/AAAAAAAAAfA/yGFPRh-asF0/s1600-h/DSC05648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345160865688970242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Si3TfMq15AI/AAAAAAAAAfA/yGFPRh-asF0/s400/DSC05648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Si3Q2FcvVXI/AAAAAAAAAe4/uFnmlxnvkao/s1600-h/DSC05537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345157960352879986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Si3Q2FcvVXI/AAAAAAAAAe4/uFnmlxnvkao/s400/DSC05537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; K w/ his Uncle Jason and Aunt Kristina--one of my all time fav. pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Si3Q15CHuyI/AAAAAAAAAew/c-HpIiYdeIE/s1600-h/DSC05511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345157957020007202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Si3Q15CHuyI/AAAAAAAAAew/c-HpIiYdeIE/s400/DSC05511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My beautiful nieces at Jason's Gpa's Bday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Si3Q1swpXdI/AAAAAAAAAeo/BVkssDMFy5s/s1600-h/DSC05485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345157953725488594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Si3Q1swpXdI/AAAAAAAAAeo/BVkssDMFy5s/s400/DSC05485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cousins all trying to play the piano.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Si3Q1U3EzdI/AAAAAAAAAeg/5kzonjV3OCY/s1600-h/DSC05488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345157947310001618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Si3Q1U3EzdI/AAAAAAAAAeg/5kzonjV3OCY/s400/DSC05488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Si3Q1IfTiUI/AAAAAAAAAeY/f7mhhzdY5pY/s1600-h/DSC05477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345157943989078338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Si3Q1IfTiUI/AAAAAAAAAeY/f7mhhzdY5pY/s400/DSC05477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jas w/ his little bro Jeremy. The first shot they acted all tough so I MADE them smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was wonderful to see many of our loved ones. More pics to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5136924645486868025-4627544554273926446?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4627544554273926446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=4627544554273926446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/4627544554273926446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/4627544554273926446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-utah-trip-pics.html' title='Utah Trip Pics'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Si3TgOaDqZI/AAAAAAAAAfg/QqOJYgB-Fp4/s72-c/DSC05527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-4750622967712656938</id><published>2009-06-08T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:55:31.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Has a Phone</title><content type='html'>You know how kids always want to have the deepest discussions when it's bedtime right? Keat follows that exactly. So oftentimes  he gets to stay up another 5 minutes--he wins, but we do too. It's my favorite time of day w/ him--although, he often requests dad. (very often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was one of those special moments. K said his prayer. He blessed for us to go to the gym again. He also asked that Jesus would not get hurt and that people would be nice to Him. My sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the prayer, he asked if he could talk to Jesus. I told Him that he could talk to Jesus and Heavenly Father anytime he wanted to by praying. He said, "No, Mom I want to call Jesus on the phone." Try explaining that to a 3 year old. He insisted, "Momma, Jesus has a phone. Jesus has a phone." It makes me smile just typing this (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-4750622967712656938?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4750622967712656938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=4750622967712656938' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/4750622967712656938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/4750622967712656938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/06/jesus-has-phone.html' title='Jesus Has a Phone'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-7194223687128626521</id><published>2009-05-31T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:45:01.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt Lake Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sh9N-5RaBlI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ILWNINt9lEI/s1600-h/DSC05629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341073426005755474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sh9N-5RaBlI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ILWNINt9lEI/s400/DSC05629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Salt Lake Temple--beautiful isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sh9N-d_lHaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ESigtslal3A/s1600-h/DSC05616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341073418683227554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sh9N-d_lHaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ESigtslal3A/s400/DSC05616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my boys--Keaters posing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sh9N-DmBJJI/AAAAAAAAAeA/cDo3Le2om0s/s1600-h/DSC05624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341073411596690578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sh9N-DmBJJI/AAAAAAAAAeA/cDo3Le2om0s/s400/DSC05624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My three boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sh9N9qr5H9I/AAAAAAAAAd4/Ba2S_bVrseE/s1600-h/DSC05618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341073404910444498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sh9N9qr5H9I/AAAAAAAAAd4/Ba2S_bVrseE/s400/DSC05618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;K and more posing --you'd never guess that I did this as a child too! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sh9N9Tfp22I/AAAAAAAAAdw/yijo_ioh01A/s1600-h/DSC05625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341073398685096802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sh9N9Tfp22I/AAAAAAAAAdw/yijo_ioh01A/s400/DSC05625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where it all began--this temple on Dec. 28, 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-7194223687128626521?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7194223687128626521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=7194223687128626521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7194223687128626521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7194223687128626521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/05/salt-lake-temple.html' title='Salt Lake Temple'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sh9N-5RaBlI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ILWNINt9lEI/s72-c/DSC05629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-1203102542647080715</id><published>2009-05-28T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:40:36.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Grandpas</title><content type='html'>We were lucky enough to go to Utah in April. There we did many wonderful things--some of our highlights were celebrating our wonderful Grandpa's birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sh9IjuXbJ5I/AAAAAAAAAdo/B0Q_94l-k5U/s1600-h/DSC05503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341067461663598482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sh9IjuXbJ5I/AAAAAAAAAdo/B0Q_94l-k5U/s400/DSC05503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa Richards just turned 90 years old! It was a wonderful celebration--we love, love love him dearly. We love to hear his stories of his amazing life and K loves to sit in his lap. I love that he is so tender with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sh9IjH_wwiI/AAAAAAAAAdg/PXxNYwaLAro/s1600-h/DSC05447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341067451363803682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sh9IjH_wwiI/AAAAAAAAAdg/PXxNYwaLAro/s400/DSC05447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa Tingey just turned 85. He is one of the reasons the Tingey name means so much to me! His life of endless service continues every single day. This was a quick lunch because he was off to do more service! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been blessed with such amazing Grandparents. We love you all--those here on Earth and those in Heaven!&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/5136924645486868025-1203102542647080715?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1203102542647080715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=1203102542647080715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/1203102542647080715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/1203102542647080715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-grandpas.html' title='Our Grandpas'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Sh9IjuXbJ5I/AAAAAAAAAdo/B0Q_94l-k5U/s72-c/DSC05503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-8352844614690887084</id><published>2009-05-20T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:06:22.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oprah!</title><content type='html'>So, it has been a dream to go to the Oprah show. My Mom, little bro and his wife were coming to see us and then we were planning on heading up to Chicago to see my aunt. So, I tried to get the last minute Oprah tickets--well, I GOT THEM!! We were in her audience a week and a half ago! Can you believe it?! It was surreal--We drove there on a Wed. night, got up at like 4:30 in the morning to make a 5:30 train to Chicago. All the stories that I have to tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted you all to know that tomorrow (Thursday) was the show we went to. It's possible you might catch me or my fam in the audience!! Word of warning though, it was a rather boring show---all about the whole skype thing. So, no I didn't win anything free and no, it wasn't about some famous celebrity, but fun memories were made nonetheless. If you do happen to see me--wave and I might wave back (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-8352844614690887084?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8352844614690887084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=8352844614690887084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/8352844614690887084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/8352844614690887084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/05/oprah.html' title='Oprah!'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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-5136924645486868025.post-2958603204954270551</id><published>2009-05-15T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:16:47.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise, Cruise Cruise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevsTpS7U_I/AAAAAAAAAdY/CQwcqIC-WcY/s1600-h/DSC05397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326610806542652402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevsTpS7U_I/AAAAAAAAAdY/CQwcqIC-WcY/s400/DSC05397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a blast on a cruise that we took the last weekend of March (yes, I know--very late to post) with my brother Jas and his wife Kristina and my cousin Michelle and her hubby Dave. This is the only pic that I got with all of us--the last breakfast we had together...oh, to be there now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevraCPfAQI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/VljeJGILffw/s1600-h/DSC05387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326609816806686978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevraCPfAQI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/VljeJGILffw/s400/DSC05387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Michelle for taking this pic--a slice of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevrZ8pFE_I/AAAAAAAAAdI/iI1IbqqjTbw/s1600-h/DSC05382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326609815303427058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevrZ8pFE_I/AAAAAAAAAdI/iI1IbqqjTbw/s400/DSC05382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this pic--Jas is not such a big fan. Seeing as I'm writing this post, well, it made the cut(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevrZpX2cdI/AAAAAAAAAdA/2-SkCdcRegw/s1600-h/DSC05369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326609810130891218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevrZpX2cdI/AAAAAAAAAdA/2-SkCdcRegw/s400/DSC05369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls getting their groove on! There was this white hot party and we danced the night away! Let's just say we were the crazy group on the floor--we brought back all kinds of dancing--the cherry picker, the sprinker AND we made up our own moves too--the dentist, the farmer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevrZWr5w9I/AAAAAAAAAc4/emhSoX-f7gg/s1600-h/DSC05364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326609805114721234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevrZWr5w9I/AAAAAAAAAc4/emhSoX-f7gg/s400/DSC05364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our men doing their thing!! Yes, we know they are handsome (so did a few male dancers--we saw them eyeing our men.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevrY0L0KXI/AAAAAAAAAcw/XfRtVTyJ1nY/s1600-h/DSC05355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326609795853330802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevrY0L0KXI/AAAAAAAAAcw/XfRtVTyJ1nY/s400/DSC05355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jason's sweet parents for watching our boys. We made some fabulous (yes, Jason T FABULOUS) memories---eating, dancing, sunbathing, swimming, talking, more eating and more talking. AND we had the best company--I so love my family! Another cruise soon right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My cousin is wonderful blogger--so to see her amazing pics and read her stories--check out her blog--see my favorites--Dave and Michelle--and go to her Spring Break Post in April!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-2958603204954270551?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2958603204954270551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=2958603204954270551' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/2958603204954270551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/2958603204954270551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/cruise-cruise-cruise.html' title='Cruise, Cruise Cruise!'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevsTpS7U_I/AAAAAAAAAdY/CQwcqIC-WcY/s72-c/DSC05397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-3115283087194722104</id><published>2009-04-20T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:57:01.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vacuuming Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevlM3KbljI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ZN3scVCshfI/s1600-h/DSC05442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326602993424635442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevlM3KbljI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ZN3scVCshfI/s400/DSC05442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jas caught this pic. This is what it's all about--the small, simple things like vacuuming with your boys. Sweet, sweet memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-3115283087194722104?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3115283087194722104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=3115283087194722104' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/3115283087194722104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/3115283087194722104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-vacuuming-boys.html' title='My Vacuuming Boys'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevlM3KbljI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ZN3scVCshfI/s72-c/DSC05442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-2428197751655748951</id><published>2009-04-19T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:55:59.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Attempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevjUxkpr2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/IiPGjakI2KE/s1600-h/DSC05306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326600930339696482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevjUxkpr2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/IiPGjakI2KE/s400/DSC05306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevjUqqcuUI/AAAAAAAAAbw/j5RXMu-G-_4/s1600-h/DSC05305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326600928484964674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevjUqqcuUI/AAAAAAAAAbw/j5RXMu-G-_4/s400/DSC05305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevjUWOkZeI/AAAAAAAAAbo/BPD2oFnsNEA/s1600-h/DSC05311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326600922999317986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevjUWOkZeI/AAAAAAAAAbo/BPD2oFnsNEA/s400/DSC05311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our amusing attempt to get a family shot! &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/5136924645486868025-2428197751655748951?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2428197751655748951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=2428197751655748951' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/2428197751655748951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/2428197751655748951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-attempt.html' title='Our Attempt'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevjUxkpr2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/IiPGjakI2KE/s72-c/DSC05306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-3225020895875036878</id><published>2009-04-19T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:45:30.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K is Potty Trained!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevhPujUiLI/AAAAAAAAAbg/NI1t8cHXacI/s1600-h/DSC05218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326598644606208178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevhPujUiLI/AAAAAAAAAbg/NI1t8cHXacI/s400/DSC05218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So K has been for a while, but I'm now posting about it! We are thoroughly excited for him! Thanks to Jason's mom for her help while we were on our cruise. To the magic of sticker charts, fruit snacks and really cool Cars Underwear!&lt;br /&gt;We are so proud of you! Such a big boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-3225020895875036878?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3225020895875036878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=3225020895875036878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/3225020895875036878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/3225020895875036878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/k-is-potty-trained.html' title='K is Potty Trained!!'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SevhPujUiLI/AAAAAAAAAbg/NI1t8cHXacI/s72-c/DSC05218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-2741990247874510667</id><published>2009-04-02T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:48:11.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus is Your Brother</title><content type='html'>We have our little scripture study and snack time every night. (let's face it, without the snacks, the scripture time doesn't go super smoothly)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night Jason was showing pics of Jesus to our boys and we explained that Jesus is our brother. We told Keaton, "Jesus is your brother."&lt;br /&gt;Keaton paused for a moment thinking and said, "Jonas is Jesus?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding you--Jas &amp; I were laughing for 5 minutes straight. Hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-2741990247874510667?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2741990247874510667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=2741990247874510667' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/2741990247874510667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/2741990247874510667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/laughs.html' title='Jesus is Your Brother'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-5089900768354617317</id><published>2009-03-22T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:34:51.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two for Two</title><content type='html'>It was one of those days Friday....&lt;br /&gt; I was complaining to Jas about something and I said, " It's so stupid...." K looks at me and says, "Uh oh we don't say that word." Jas agrees w/ K then says to me, "There's a new sheriff in town." That's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same day a few hours later. Jonas has reached that brilliant age where if he doesn't like something, he simply chucks it. I give him a piece of bread and he does his thing. I say to Jas, "Jonas is turning into a monster." Immediately after, K bursts into tears. He is SO upset. In between tears he says, "Jonas is not a monster, he's a baby." I feel terrible. That's two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two for two. I guess we all have those days. Just gotta watch what I say. On the upside--K has a tender heart for his bro AND he IS listening to us about using "nice words." (who would have thought he could listen and throw a tantrum at the same time?!)   (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-5089900768354617317?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5089900768354617317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=5089900768354617317' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/5089900768354617317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/5089900768354617317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-for-two.html' title='Two for Two'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-3330140029527171096</id><published>2009-03-16T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:25:44.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconvenient Debt</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="mediumFlashEmbedded" height="275" name="undefined" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="305" src="http://foxnews1.a.mms.mavenapps.net/mms/rt/1/site/foxnews1-foxnews-pub01-live/current/videolandingpage/fncLargePlayer/client/embedded/embedded.swf" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" play="false" scale="noscale" menu="false" salign="LT" scriptaccess="always" wmode="false" flashvars="playerId=videolandingpage&amp;amp;playerTemplateId=fncLargePlayer&amp;amp;categoryTitle=&amp;amp;referralObject=3479955&amp;amp;referralPlaylistId=playlist"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-3330140029527171096?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3330140029527171096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=3330140029527171096' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/3330140029527171096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/3330140029527171096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/inconvenient-debt.html' title='Inconvenient Debt'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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-5136924645486868025.post-1297908036574938780</id><published>2009-03-13T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:02:51.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Background</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time coming--I have finally figured out how to put a cute background!! I was thinking it was just going to be too difficult, but not so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Jonas just learned how to say "thank you" (more or less) and "bus!" Now THAT is excitement in a mother's life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-1297908036574938780?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1297908036574938780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=1297908036574938780' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/1297908036574938780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/1297908036574938780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-background.html' title='New Background'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-8710897076140451877</id><published>2009-02-22T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:45:18.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine's Surprise</title><content type='html'>*There is a warning that this is a rather sentimental, emotional post--but it is about Valentine's Day and I DO happen to be sentimental and emotional (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SaGiqDTMkHI/AAAAAAAAAaw/2gmlb08zpAc/s1600-h/3+boys"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305700679343181938" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SaGiqDTMkHI/AAAAAAAAAaw/2gmlb08zpAc/s400/3+boys" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I did make all my boys wear matching shirts for Valentine's Day. Call me cheesy, but they look so cute! Besides, I gotta pull the V Day card when I can right?! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SaGirlY60wI/AAAAAAAAAbI/j1_cqkoy3x8/s1600-h/DSC05137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305700705673859842" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SaGirlY60wI/AAAAAAAAAbI/j1_cqkoy3x8/s400/DSC05137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas all bright-eyed! His locks are coming in curly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SaGirBBnn_I/AAAAAAAAAbA/gFfHFZxLENA/s1600-h/DSC05136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305700695912456178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SaGirBBnn_I/AAAAAAAAAbA/gFfHFZxLENA/s400/DSC05136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Valentines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SaGiqng0qlI/AAAAAAAAAa4/NJJIVl_SLqY/s1600-h/DSC05134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305700689064012370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SaGiqng0qlI/AAAAAAAAAa4/NJJIVl_SLqY/s400/DSC05134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J &amp;amp; J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SaGisF7R-kI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ElbzjSi6Dhg/s1600-h/DSC05145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305700714407918146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SaGisF7R-kI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ElbzjSi6Dhg/s400/DSC05145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to explain this. Jas got me my MOST FAVORITE GIFT EVER! (after my engagement ring). He spent hours on it--the garage was strictly off-limits for me. I was so excited to open it! He had the boys color on the wrapping paper and traced their little footprints! Here it is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SaGjOXBHl2I/AAAAAAAAAbY/Iyil5xtTPho/s1600-h/DSC05148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305701303111358306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SaGjOXBHl2I/AAAAAAAAAbY/Iyil5xtTPho/s400/DSC05148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(K took the pic--that's why it's crooked!) The story behind this gift--Jas MADE the frame, even w/o all the proper tools--and the beautiful painting--one my dear Grandma painted. My Grandma passed away while J and I were engaged. The gift is absolutely priceless .The man who gave it to me--my own ForeverValentine. I consider myself blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-8710897076140451877?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8710897076140451877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=8710897076140451877' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/8710897076140451877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/8710897076140451877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-valentines-surprise.html' title='My Valentine&apos;s Surprise'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SaGiqDTMkHI/AAAAAAAAAaw/2gmlb08zpAc/s72-c/3+boys' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-7540958087056008800</id><published>2009-02-12T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:27:33.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic of Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SZTmHFBSVvI/AAAAAAAAAag/1kdnej8DM6E/s1600-h/DSC05089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302115670602962674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SZTmHFBSVvI/AAAAAAAAAag/1kdnej8DM6E/s400/DSC05089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed a few weeks ago. Since Missouri doesn't get much snow (by Utah standards) we were thrilled!! Here are my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SZTmGwKqopI/AAAAAAAAAaY/uHNmDXqUQco/s1600-h/DSC05087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302115665005159058" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SZTmGwKqopI/AAAAAAAAAaY/uHNmDXqUQco/s400/DSC05087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas is at that fun stage where he is a snowball--he falls and can't get up! It's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SZTmGrE03EI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ejT9VitZau4/s1600-h/DSC05086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302115663638486082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SZTmGrE03EI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ejT9VitZau4/s400/DSC05086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks happy doesn't he?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SZTmGYQlwuI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3xYsZtMXdIE/s1600-h/DSC05084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302115658587554530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SZTmGYQlwuI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3xYsZtMXdIE/s400/DSC05084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K and J playing in their jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SZTmHUnJe7I/AAAAAAAAAao/3lNRshihD-o/s1600-h/DSC05080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302115674788297650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SZTmHUnJe7I/AAAAAAAAAao/3lNRshihD-o/s400/DSC05080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is applicable--I promise!! Monday mornings are K &amp;amp; my special time--we play games together or make a craft, just the two of us--this was our sugar SNOWpeople. They look a little crazy, but did they ever taste great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-7540958087056008800?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7540958087056008800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=7540958087056008800' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7540958087056008800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7540958087056008800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/magic-of-snow.html' title='Magic of Snow'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SZTmHFBSVvI/AAAAAAAAAag/1kdnej8DM6E/s72-c/DSC05089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-7417974945908492842</id><published>2009-01-24T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:15:32.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ObamaMania</title><content type='html'>This is just a funny story. First off, yes, it was certainly a historical week with Obama becoming President. We pray for him and our country....that could be a whole other post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is! I always listen to Bill O'Reilly when picking up K up from preschool. Bill was summing up Pres. Obama's first week as President. Then, it was a commercial break. I naturally turn it to music during the commercials. K said, "I  want Barack Obama." He was quite upset! Yes,  we have talked briefly to him about Obama and had him pray for him the first day he was in office---but this comment took me by surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, during lunch Jas &amp;amp; I were trying to get K to eat some of his veggies. He was getting "difficult" and blurted, "I want Barack Obama! I want Barack Obama in our home!" It was a plea to Obama to come save him from his parents. Honestly, it was hilarious! Jas &amp;amp; I would just love for Pres. Obama to come get our son to eat his veggies (: So, it seems our little boy is quite taken with the new President.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-7417974945908492842?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7417974945908492842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=7417974945908492842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7417974945908492842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7417974945908492842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/obamamania.html' title='ObamaMania'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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-5136924645486868025.post-2984087894185169717</id><published>2009-01-11T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:49:35.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2009 &amp; My Other Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't you just love the new year?! It's like a breath of fresh air after all the craziness has died down. I welcome it--really I do. It makes me want to be more patient w/my kiddos, to use my time more wisely, to simplify my life, to.....be a better person. I'm excited for this new year and all of its possibilities. I always welcome a new slate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll likely write sooner rather than later about our wonderful (yet exhausting) trip to Utah. We were so blessed to go to Utah and see family and loved ones. More about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a snapshot into our lives right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas finally had a tooth break through! His favorite words are Dada (go figures!) and all done!&lt;br /&gt;You've all heard of a Momma's Boy or a Daddy's Girl right? Well, how about a Dada's Boy? He is ALL about Daddy. He LOVES his Dada. There's is only a twinge of jealously on my end (hey, I'm admitting it). Mostly though, I love to see him squeal when Dada comes into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keat loved seeing his cousins and Grandparents. Tonight he prayed, "I want to go to Grandpa's." He says funny things like, "I can't listen." (when he means is he can't hear something.) and "I want Momma lay by you." (translation--Momma, I want you to lay by me). He's keenly aware of my feelings. Just tonight Jas &amp;amp; I were having a discussion about a topic in church and K turned to me &amp;amp; said, "Momma, are you happy?" He asks me this any time my voice raises in the slightest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bday last week--28. This year I decided to have a good attitude about it. I decided that I'm getting older whether I like it or not, so I might as well enjoy my bday. It was wonderful! I got to sleep in!!! (huge for us moms).  Jas made me homemade wheat banana pancakes, K sang the happy bday song like 5 times for me, and we went out for dinner. Thanks to all that remembered my bday--you made the day that much sweeter! As part of my gift Jas is vacuuming for me (my mosts disliked chore)--can you ask for a better gift?! Thanks J!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-2984087894185169717?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2984087894185169717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=2984087894185169717' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/2984087894185169717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/2984087894185169717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-2009-my-other-ramblings.html' title='Welcome 2009 &amp; My Other Ramblings'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-7691865119359159130</id><published>2008-12-15T03:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T03:56:46.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SUZERJJCXlI/AAAAAAAAAZE/q6Efgp7oKSQ/s1600-h/christmas+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279982674440773202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SUZERJJCXlI/AAAAAAAAAZE/q6Efgp7oKSQ/s400/christmas+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SUZERTxTeFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/DHCRMdLSd8M/s1600-h/christmas+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279982677294020690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SUZERTxTeFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/DHCRMdLSd8M/s400/christmas+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we still have a bit until Christmas, but we leave for Utah tomorrow. Wanted you all to know that we'll be thinking of you and hope you have a wonderful Christmas! These are our cute boys with cute Santa! No tears--not much emotion either!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy as Keaton says, "Jesus Christ's birthday party!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-7691865119359159130?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7691865119359159130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=7691865119359159130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7691865119359159130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7691865119359159130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SUZERJJCXlI/AAAAAAAAAZE/q6Efgp7oKSQ/s72-c/christmas+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-4416919622333832061</id><published>2008-11-25T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:00:24.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladybug</title><content type='html'>Our house is the ladybug house. Every fall ladybugs move in. Ladybugs seem to be quite social--they rarely come by themselves. At any given moment, there are 4 on the kitchen light, another 3 on the window.....you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas discovered these ladybugs quite quickly! He is fascinated with them. He squeals with delight when he comes upon them. And then there is the other thing--with his pudgy little fingers he picks them up w/ lightening speed and pops them in his mouth! We have saved two little bugs from a rather sad ending. Just not sure if there are ones we don't know about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His other discovery--slow flies---don't ask about that!  (no, thankfully he hasn't eaten any of those!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-4416919622333832061?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4416919622333832061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=4416919622333832061' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/4416919622333832061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/4416919622333832061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/ladybug.html' title='Ladybug'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-742144486389069147</id><published>2008-11-09T20:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:29:44.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SRe37n9gDVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6shfqGAs8eU/s1600-h/crib.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266880524200185170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SRe37n9gDVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6shfqGAs8eU/s400/crib.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SRe36wFkmHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/TyInhyS9j00/s1600-h/Keat+in+Crib.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266880509201651826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SRe36wFkmHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/TyInhyS9j00/s400/Keat+in+Crib.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;B.&lt;/p&gt;Okay, guess who is A &amp;amp; B! Don't I have cute boys?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-742144486389069147?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/742144486389069147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=742144486389069147' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/742144486389069147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/742144486389069147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/guess-who.html' title='Guess Who?'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SRe37n9gDVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6shfqGAs8eU/s72-c/crib.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-1817160047927282864</id><published>2008-11-07T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T08:33:09.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here goes...</title><content type='html'>We have been encouraged by Amy to share "the stupidest thing we've done" to "tell something juicy." Maybe by doing this I am adding another thing on my list, but here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Melynie &amp;amp; Chelsea had a list of 10, but I think I'll just share two--you'll understand why after you read! WARNING: no children should read this (that's my disclaimer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, like Melynie, I LOVE to skinny dip! From Florida, to Lake Powell to Guatemala and Belize--it's such a freeing feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drum roll please....the stupidest thing I've ever done. I cringe telling this story.&lt;br /&gt;*Names have been omitted to protect their identities (save mine, alas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshman year in college my roommate and I had a plan. You see, back in high school we had a bit of a tradition amongst our friends. That tradition would be DH-ing (um uh that would be deer humping--placing Christmas yard deer in a mounting position...I know, I know). Anyways, we had two friends on missions who had written us saying they had carried on the tradition (do not picture missionaries doing this--can you imagine?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, if they did it, we HAD to. So, driving home from a friend's house, an opportunity arose. We parked close by and ran into the yard. To our dismay, the two deer were practically nailed down with chains. Then, an AMBUSH occurred! A man came flying out of the house, screaming like a lunatic. We ran as fast as we could into our car. As I was frantically trying to start the car, the man ran to our car and started pounding on my window yelling things like, "I'll get you for this. You won't get away with it" and who knows what else (I try to block it out--oh the trauma). Shaking and near tears, we drove to our dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat there agonizing about the whole situation when the phone rang. Yes, the police. They would be over in 15 minutes to get our statement. The madman wrote down my license plate number and called the police. So, of course, we had to call our parents. I spoke with my dad who LAUGHED at the situation, but said he'd call our home teacher who is also an attorney. We then had to write letters of apology before the police came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so nervous when we spoke with the police. We certainly got "a talking to." Fortunately for us, the man decided to not press charges. We were let off because of our clean records, but told that we would be in big trouble if anything ever came up.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, that tradition died right there on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, humor me and share your stupidest moments. Oh, and PLEASE don't look at me strangely the next time we meet (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-1817160047927282864?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1817160047927282864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=1817160047927282864' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/1817160047927282864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/1817160047927282864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-goes.html' title='Here goes...'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-5538515625097034930</id><published>2008-11-06T13:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:32:26.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 4th</title><content type='html'>Everyone says it is an historic event--a black man being elected president. I wanted to express my bundle of emotions before they fade. Election night is so vivid in my mind. The weeks before had poll after poll saying Obama was to win. Deep down I knew, but I still had hope. One must always have hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked Fox news &amp;amp; it finally happened. My emotions were so raw, so real (they still are). Listening to John McCain give his concession speech was so moving. He was so gracious, so eloquent. I cried.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning as I waved goodbye to Keaton on his bus, I looked around. All the presidential candidate's signs were gone, save one--mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another gracious act--my neighbors. They were strong McCain supporters. There sign was removed and in its' place was an American flag and a sign that read God Bless America.&lt;br /&gt;So, eyes wet once more, I slowly removed my sign as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to gracious people and May God Bless America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-5538515625097034930?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5538515625097034930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=5538515625097034930' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/5538515625097034930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/5538515625097034930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-4th.html' title='November 4th'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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-5136924645486868025.post-5612711211198470374</id><published>2008-11-03T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:03:42.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Date</title><content type='html'>So, now that Jas is in the Bishopbric, we are trying to use our time more wisely and embrace it . Sat. night we actually went on a date!! A real life date w/ no kids! I know, isn't it the plan to have weekly dates? That rarely seems to happen...&lt;br /&gt;It was so perfect. Our babysitter and her friend came over. Jas gave them the rundown on K bedtime routine (it has to be just so w/ him down to singing the same two songs in the same order--Row Your Boat, then I Love to See the Temple), while I was nursing little J. Then, we were off!&lt;br /&gt;There is this cute, little cafe (Rendevous something or other) on historic main in O'Fallon that we went to. It was a cool night (65 degrees). We ordered some food and went out to the patio. There was this great, live band. It reminded me to back in the day (8 yrs ago) when we were dating. You know, where you talk about your hopes and dreams and then catch each other's eye. Sweet moments. They still happen, even when life comes at you in 20 different directions. We even shared a cup of cocoa. Jas gave me his coat because I was a bit cold. The perfect gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I had the perfect date?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-5612711211198470374?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5612711211198470374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=5612711211198470374' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/5612711211198470374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/5612711211198470374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/actual-date.html' title='The Perfect Date'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-1293307078021200507</id><published>2008-11-03T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:46:10.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Night Walk</title><content type='html'>I have lots of little cute stories that I always want to post, but either forget them (just like dreams--you remember them one minute, but don't the next) or just never post them.&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight for Family Night (Jason's turn), we went on a Night Walk. It was PERFECT. Seriously, the temperature was amazing w/ just a slight breeze. Keaton &amp;amp; Jas had on their head flashlights. It was amusing--our energizer bunny (aka K) was running around in circles, crunching leaves, blinding us w/ his light and all sorts of other antics. Jonas was having a blast trying to "catch" the light. Then, this breeze danced through us and Jas &amp;amp; I happily sighed at the same time. It was almost from the movies.&lt;br /&gt;Who needs anything but a couple of flashlights and three boys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-1293307078021200507?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1293307078021200507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=1293307078021200507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/1293307078021200507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/1293307078021200507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/night-walk.html' title='Our Night Walk'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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-5136924645486868025.post-1722769597096763098</id><published>2008-11-03T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:38:14.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics Anyone?</title><content type='html'>If you look out our window into our court/circle, you see a very interesting sight---political signs in nearly everyone's yard. Yes, they have been popping up nearly every day. Right now, there is one more Obama sign than McCain (of course I have been counting--as I do on my neighborhood runs--is that strange?)&lt;br /&gt;On Halloween night, Jas was talking to a couple of the neighborhood fellas. Jokingly he asked two Obama supporters, "So, are these signs out just for Halloween?" They took it rather well (: Only Jas...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tomorrow is the big day.  Jas &amp;amp; I voted today and  it just felt good. I felt powerful in some way. Those in Mo. check out Amy's blog, she's done a lot of research on it all. Go out and vote (color as K called it today.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-1722769597096763098?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1722769597096763098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=1722769597096763098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/1722769597096763098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/1722769597096763098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/politics-anyone.html' title='Politics Anyone?'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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-5136924645486868025.post-6776126158231903489</id><published>2008-10-23T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:31:40.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby is One!</title><content type='html'>Today Jonas turned one! I can't even believe that it has been a year. He is the most amazing, beautiful one year old!&lt;br /&gt; He LOVES to wave. He LOVES to sign milk. His favorite activity is crawling around and pushing a car. Oh, he also loves to play tag with us, especially Keat.&lt;br /&gt;I have pics to share of my sweet one and so much more to say, but it will have to wait for another day.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas, we are so glad that you are a part of our little family. It wouldn'tbe the same without you! Happy 1st Birthday Jonas Tingey Wright. We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-6776126158231903489?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6776126158231903489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=6776126158231903489' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/6776126158231903489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/6776126158231903489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-baby-is-one.html' title='My Baby is One!'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-7884363952564339367</id><published>2008-10-07T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:02:42.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forced Cuddling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SOvOKrcS_lI/AAAAAAAAARc/-11miWnxCUo/s1600-h/jonas+%26+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254520073113239122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SOvOKrcS_lI/AAAAAAAAARc/-11miWnxCUo/s400/jonas+%26+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forced cuddling...that's what I call it. Yes, when you have an active 11 month old, nursing is the ONLY time they want to cuddle. So that's why I LOVE nursing. If that's strange, so be it. I love holding little J in my arms while he's nursing. We have our little high five game we play. He also loves to grunt and have me grunt back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week was a big week for Jonas.He started making car noises while he was playing cars w/ Keaton. What a boy! He is also a huge fan of waving--he waves at anyone and everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big accomplishment yesterday!! He now can do the sign for milk!! I was so proud of him that I rushed downstairs so Jas could see, even though he was on a work call. My little baby is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SOvMeZBDOTI/AAAAAAAAARU/NclDNJvx-GI/s1600-h/crib.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254518212741249330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SOvMeZBDOTI/AAAAAAAAARU/NclDNJvx-GI/s400/crib.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonas first time standing up in crib--August.&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/5136924645486868025-7884363952564339367?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7884363952564339367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=7884363952564339367' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7884363952564339367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7884363952564339367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/forced-cuddling.html' title='Forced Cuddling'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SOvOKrcS_lI/AAAAAAAAARc/-11miWnxCUo/s72-c/jonas+%26+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-6302376174813427690</id><published>2008-09-30T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:28:02.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keaton's First Days of School</title><content type='html'>Yes! I am finally writing about Keaton's first days of school! I had only one major breakdown and it was the night before....Jas was a saint about it. For family night we did what my family always did the night before school started--Dad gave blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost humorous trying to give our active boys blessings, but very fitting of our lives. Both K &amp;amp; little J have so much to look forward to this year! K--first days school, getting bigger, expressing himself more clearly, imaginative play (this is awesome-more for another blog), potty training. Little J--first time walking, learning to talk, trying all kinds of new foods...After the boys were down, Jas gave me a blessing. It was so sweet and calming. Not enough warning about this whole child going to school/becoming independent/mom not right next to them phase....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I layed out clothes for all of us, we read our getting ready for school book, prayed about school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the first day! K was overjoyed w/ school! We don't have your typical "stand by the front door first day of school" picture. This is Keaton doing all sorts of yoga moves he sees us do. He just hammed it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SOKEwPuwQoI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Sfmhrp3v0OU/s1600-h/k+school.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251906079858639490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SOKEwPuwQoI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Sfmhrp3v0OU/s400/k+school.JPG" 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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SOKEw7P2ffI/AAAAAAAAAQs/CBITztpAIas/s1600-h/k+school2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251906091540184562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SOKEw7P2ffI/AAAAAAAAAQs/CBITztpAIas/s400/k+school2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone tell me how to rotate these pics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I drove him the first day. I couldn't fathom having him take the bus that first day. He did wonderfully. Only was shy for but a minute, gave me kiss and he was off to the races! I wasn't surprised. I had my sweet husband texting me and my friend Miranda calling to see if I was okay. (thanks guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day was riding the bus. We read our riding the bus to school book 100 times (he has it just about memorized)! Well, the bus was 5 min. early--which is really early for a mom! I was a bit frantic, but tried to stay calm...K had a moment of the deer in the headlights look, but recovered quickly. After a kiss, a picture and videoing it (Jas was out of town for the big event) K got buckled into his very own booster seat. I got Jonas buckled in and we were all off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SOKGUuvdJSI/AAAAAAAAARE/a8xgNfg2tt8/s1600-h/bus1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251907806169998626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SOKGUuvdJSI/AAAAAAAAARE/a8xgNfg2tt8/s400/bus1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I did follow the bus to school--I AM ONE OF THOSE MOMS! I followed right behind the bus giving myself pep talks that K was doing just fine, so I needed to do the same. Here is a pic of K's school bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SOKEx88KsyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Rz9YNl8dlkc/s1600-h/bus2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251906109174362914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SOKEx88KsyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Rz9YNl8dlkc/s400/bus2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did wonderfully! In fact, they said K talked their ear off...they just couldn't quite understand all of what he said (; Riding the bus is, SURPRISE, Keaton's favorite part of school! We survived. School puts us in this wonderful routine. Because of school I now have special one on one time w/ Jonas, Keaton is flourishing AND (w/ working like crazy during nap times) I now have more quality time w/ my boys. I feel so blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-6302376174813427690?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6302376174813427690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=6302376174813427690' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/6302376174813427690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/6302376174813427690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/09/keatons-first-days-of-school.html' title='Keaton&apos;s First Days of School'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SOKEwPuwQoI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Sfmhrp3v0OU/s72-c/k+school.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-7311149668584663544</id><published>2008-09-19T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:07:11.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by my good friend. So, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Joys:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My boys--Jas, Keaters &amp;amp; Jonas--aren't I so lucky?!&lt;br /&gt;2. Fall time I LOVE it all--the cool weather, BYU football, Halloween, school starting, going running outside with a chill in the air, cuddle time, canning...&lt;br /&gt;3. Good food--especially going out to dinner w/ Jas and just savoring every bite. It makes me positively giddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Fears:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Losing my family&lt;br /&gt;2. Waking up and having my kids all grown up and not needing me anymore (I know, I know...I'm freaking out already about having a 3 year old).&lt;br /&gt;3. Being old--I guess I gotta work on that, I'm getting older by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Obsessions/Collections:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Uuum...keeping my house clean--it's near impossible!&lt;br /&gt;2. Parenting, behavior modification--I've checked out so many at the library&lt;br /&gt;3. Finding the perfect boots/shoes for winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Surprising Facts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've been skydiving two times--once in Hawaii!&lt;br /&gt;2. In Junior High I got the "Most Likely to Drive to Hawaii" Award---Seriously, can you believe that?! I am so sure you are all surprised at this one!&lt;br /&gt;3. I have never gotten a ticket--almost once, but I got out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm tagging Tina Wright, Chelsea McCain and Melinda Roberts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-7311149668584663544?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7311149668584663544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=7311149668584663544' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7311149668584663544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7311149668584663544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-been-tagged-by-my-good-friend.html' title='Been Tagged'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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-5136924645486868025.post-5655375496374940166</id><published>2008-09-10T16:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:39:11.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know Your Child is in Preschool When....</title><content type='html'>He grabs various kitchen utensils and announces, "It's Music Time!" He then grabs more wooden spoons and takes them to his baby brother, "Come on Jonas, it's music time! Make music." A few minutes later (after pounding the heck out of his intruments), he then puts them away, all the while singing, "Music time is all done. Clean up, clean up everybody, everywhere. Clean up, clean up, everybody do your share!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-5655375496374940166?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5655375496374940166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=5655375496374940166' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/5655375496374940166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/5655375496374940166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-know-our-child-is-in-preschool-when.html' title='You Know Your Child is in Preschool When....'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-5975830985485828051</id><published>2008-09-09T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:20:11.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Motherhood!</title><content type='html'>This is just a quick post--I have pics to show of K's first day of school, the McCain rally, and trips. This is just me and my words.&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends just had her first baby. We spent a good hour talking about motherhood---all the first experiences she is having and memories of mine w/both my little boys. Motherhood-there isn't anything like it. I was so happy that she is now experiencing all of those wonderful, exciting, amazing, ovewhelming, and exhausting moments. Doesn't it make a mother happy to have someone close become a mother also? Life just has more meaning and is more magical (and tiring, but it's all worth it). It brings a smile to my face that she now fully understands what I've tried to explain. Congrats to Malia and her beautiful baby girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-5975830985485828051?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5975830985485828051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=5975830985485828051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/5975830985485828051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/5975830985485828051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-motherhood.html' title='Oh Motherhood!'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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-5136924645486868025.post-4696007007427465301</id><published>2008-08-25T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:25:53.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Jitters</title><content type='html'>This morning I had the preschool jitters. Do you remember being nervous right before school started? Nervous, yet excited! I am so feeling that way, only I'm not going to school, Keaton is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been at the edge of a panic attack (those of you who really know me know I'm not exaggerating too much!) (: My little boy starts preschool on Tuesday. I've known it for weeks, but have just pushed it aside. I'm NOT ready--he is my baby and I want to be part of every minute of his life. I just want to savor every moment w/ him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ironic thing is that I am a school-lover. Always have been, always will be. I was the annoying teacher's pet in elementary, the student who wanted to sit in the front and the one who personally knew most of my college professors...who else would become an elementary teacher?! Jas kindly pointed this out, so now I am trying to remember this for Keaton--the joy of school--all the experiences he will have,the friends he will make, the songs he will sing, the things he will learn...I may not be right next to him, but I will be likely watching through the one-way mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now trying to embrace it (though failing at times). We have gone to the library to check out almost every getting ready for school and riding the school bus book. We've gone to meet your teacher and had countless talks about going to school. Keaters is ready...now for his mother. Tuesday will be a day I will likely never forget. I love you Keaters, my big boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-4696007007427465301?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4696007007427465301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=4696007007427465301' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/4696007007427465301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/4696007007427465301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/08/preschool-jitters.html' title='Preschool Jitters'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-7938567966962386260</id><published>2008-08-24T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:16:46.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keaters is 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SLIfAKf20II/AAAAAAAAAQE/lp0k8VczPVs/s1600-h/DSC04141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238283404263739522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SLIfAKf20II/AAAAAAAAAQE/lp0k8VczPVs/s400/DSC04141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keaters on his big 3rd Birthday! The only way we know how to get him to smile is to say, "show us your teeth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keat had a sweet BDAY pool party with all of his little friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SLIe-R5ZbZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iK1oPL8PqcU/s1600-h/DSC04099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238283371890175378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SLIe-R5ZbZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iK1oPL8PqcU/s400/DSC04099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SLIfA5V1VXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-8t5PAReIJ4/s1600-h/DSC04158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238283416838165874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SLIfA5V1VXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-8t5PAReIJ4/s400/DSC04158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little sweetheart who is now 10 months old.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SLIe_aqVFeI/AAAAAAAAAP8/3iPA_Yfw7Nc/s1600-h/DSC04118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238283391422764514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SLIe_aqVFeI/AAAAAAAAAP8/3iPA_Yfw7Nc/s400/DSC04118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SLIfBJOvFBI/AAAAAAAAAQU/dYiIwJrOBqQ/s1600-h/DSC04153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238283421103363090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SLIfBJOvFBI/AAAAAAAAAQU/dYiIwJrOBqQ/s400/DSC04153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two birthday boys--Jas 30, Keat 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jas &amp;amp; I made a choo-choo cake for Keaters--it is quite hilarious (; Our goal was for K to at least recognize that it was a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keaton is one amazing little boy! These last 3 years have been the richest and deepest. We love his love of life and his talent to make friends anywhere we go! He'll keep us running for many years to come. Happy birthday little man. We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-7938567966962386260?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7938567966962386260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=7938567966962386260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7938567966962386260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7938567966962386260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-big-boy-keaton.html' title='Keaters is 3!'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SLIfAKf20II/AAAAAAAAAQE/lp0k8VczPVs/s72-c/DSC04141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-3138082155390970643</id><published>2008-08-07T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T06:03:02.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keaton's Tower</title><content type='html'>So, we just got back from a little trip to Nauvoo  w/ my Dad, Rita and Mariah. It was wonderful! Only 3 hours from our home--come visit us (hint, hint..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Keaters just loved the temple and the pageant--he watched the entire thing! Today he got out his blocks and said, "Momma sit, Momma sit." He then started to build, all the while saying, "Jesus Christ Amen Tower, Jesus Christ Amen Tower." It took a sec, butI figured he was building the temple! Sweetness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-3138082155390970643?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3138082155390970643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=3138082155390970643' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/3138082155390970643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/3138082155390970643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/08/keatons-tower.html' title='Keaton&apos;s Tower'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-1525234870684675369</id><published>2008-07-08T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:28:15.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No pics, but still...</title><content type='html'>I don't have the external hard drive to show pics, so that'll be another time! Here's what's been going on:&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, Jas surpised me w/ the cutest date! He set it all up--got a babysitter, the whole bit. It was our 8 yr. anniversary of when we first met. He wrote the cutest card and left it on the bathroom counter for me to find, along with a sweet message written on the mirror. We got massages and then went out to a wonderful dinner. Yes, I am so lucky Jason is my man forever!&lt;br /&gt;Jonas is 8 months! He has two teeth and is so close to crawling! He just learned to clap and gets a kick out of it!! I give him nearly a million kisses a day.&lt;br /&gt;Keaters is growing up like crazy! He is talking so much more and singing too. His fav. song is Row, Row,Row Your Boat because he knows all of the words!  I love how he comes over and gives me the tightest squeezes.&lt;br /&gt;We had a perfect 4th of July---the parade, chill time, petting zoo, pony rides and fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really will post on our trip to Utah soon...We had a wonderful time seeing family and friends. It went by way too quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-1525234870684675369?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1525234870684675369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=1525234870684675369' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/1525234870684675369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/1525234870684675369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-pics-but-still.html' title='No pics, but still...'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-7609080990905911423</id><published>2008-06-25T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:08:23.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naps with Dada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SGLAs7JAj1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/aJDeBU94KDk/s1600-h/J+&amp;amp;dsleep2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215943196470710098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SGLAs7JAj1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/aJDeBU94KDk/s400/J+%26dsleep2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SGLAtUq58qI/AAAAAAAAAPs/M2lP6XJnL2A/s1600-h/k+&amp;amp;+jsleep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215943203323769506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SGLAtUq58qI/AAAAAAAAAPs/M2lP6XJnL2A/s400/k+%26+jsleep.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys agree--Daddy is so fun to take naps with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a billion pics to show of our trip to Utah, it's overwhelming! So, I thought I'd show these cute pics instead and post our trip later....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-7609080990905911423?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7609080990905911423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=7609080990905911423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7609080990905911423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7609080990905911423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/06/naps-with-dada.html' title='Naps with Dada'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SGLAs7JAj1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/aJDeBU94KDk/s72-c/J+%26dsleep2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-7366473365356759868</id><published>2008-06-01T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:50:43.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novel</title><content type='html'>It's a Sunday afternoon and ALL of my boys are asleep. Jas was sweet to let me sleep in this morning, so he is taking a well-deserved nap! There is always so much to share--where to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family in Mo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have family in Missouri! Jason's cousin, Rachel, and her husband, Brian, just moved into our ward! Crazy huh?! We didn't even know until they saw us in sacrament. It is wonderful to have family so close. It is so easy to not fully realize what a blessing it is to have family close by until they no longer are....We've had so much fun w/ them already! We've had bbques w/ them, gone swimming, played Mario Cart (Keat's fav) and Guitar Hero (Jas's fav) w/ them. Rach is even sharing her cooking skills w/ me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SERhUpOSsnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/UdnZiUpOsh4/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207394076438213234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SERhUpOSsnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/UdnZiUpOsh4/s400/dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEWWWW--I know, but you have to laugh when you see it! Jonas and Rachel's dog Dobson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memorial Weekend:&lt;/strong&gt; It rained and rained! So much, in fact that you won't believe this park near our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SERi4ncrKAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/joPG_zMGSOU/s1600-h/flood+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207395793948583938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SERi4ncrKAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/joPG_zMGSOU/s400/flood+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is up to the top of the bleachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SERi4MLApOI/AAAAAAAAAOU/0HNQ8VbxUN0/s1600-h/flood1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207395786626737378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SERi4MLApOI/AAAAAAAAAOU/0HNQ8VbxUN0/s400/flood1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the roof of the pavilion at the park--10 plus feet of water! We had to find a new park to run our 5k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keaton's new bed!&lt;/strong&gt; Our sweet neighbors gave us bunk beds and a desk. It has been our Saturday project for a while now. We stripped the old stain and restained it a darker color. Keaton was SO excited for his new car bed! He slept like a dream in it the first night and every night since. (knock on wood...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SERkrJSDDKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/4dbCIEydt5U/s1600-h/bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SERos8LmwZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/aSQ878v3uNs/s1600-h/bed1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207402190425473426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SERos8LmwZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/aSQ878v3uNs/s400/bed1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grant's Farm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SERksWYmHWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7r9BaqFvG0w/s1600-h/cute+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207397782232898914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SERksWYmHWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7r9BaqFvG0w/s400/cute+hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you all come and visit us (hint hint!) this is a fun place to go! The Busch family bought General Grant's land. There is a choo-choo that takes you through the huge estate-you see animals live together--it's crazy! You'll see bison lying next to zebras and cows next to deer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SERks_XeL9I/AAAAAAAAAPE/wajnS2oHork/s1600-h/goats1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207397793234038738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SERks_XeL9I/AAAAAAAAAPE/wajnS2oHork/s400/goats1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas &amp;amp; Keaters feeding the aggresive goats...it was crazy! One came and headbutt K and knocked him down. No injures and our shorts only got nibbled on a few dozen times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Public Works Fair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of our most fun playdates! The city we live in hosts a fair once a year. All of the public work departments come together with their machinery (tractors, snowplows, garbage trucks etc). They let all of the kids get in and ride and "drive" the machines! Let's just say K was in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SERksF-WWQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/xiZXB6vWOvM/s1600-h/choo+choo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207397777827846402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SERksF-WWQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/xiZXB6vWOvM/s400/choo+choo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SERouuSOR6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/dvxbHxKQ2BE/s1600-h/tractor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207402221054871458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SERouuSOR6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/dvxbHxKQ2BE/s400/tractor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More Rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being from Utah, this is something to get use to! It rains like crazy out here. One afternoon, Jas &amp;amp; K decided to go out and run around in the rain AND then turn on the hose and spray each other-it was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SERovX7RoPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/WXqiJU99Vrg/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207402232232911090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SERovX7RoPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/WXqiJU99Vrg/s400/rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys soaking in the rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait to see our family and friends in Utah!! We are counting down the days!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-7366473365356759868?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7366473365356759868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=7366473365356759868' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7366473365356759868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7366473365356759868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/06/novel.html' title='Novel'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SERhUpOSsnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/UdnZiUpOsh4/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-8798341289122392403</id><published>2008-05-15T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T20:58:03.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SC0BN-AdrBI/AAAAAAAAANk/Ux9IWPhIG0k/s1600-h/smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200814484177660946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SC0BN-AdrBI/AAAAAAAAANk/Ux9IWPhIG0k/s400/smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our smiling baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SC0BPOAdrCI/AAAAAAAAANs/hLILWdyYQwE/s1600-h/pose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200814505652497442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SC0BPOAdrCI/AAAAAAAAANs/hLILWdyYQwE/s400/pose.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It looks like we posed him, Jonas did this all on his own. Don't you just want to kiss him?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SC0BQ-AdrDI/AAAAAAAAAN0/cAieQdUjnXw/s1600-h/firehat1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200814535717268530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SC0BQ-AdrDI/AAAAAAAAAN0/cAieQdUjnXw/s400/firehat1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keat w/ his firefighter hat looking the part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SC0BSeAdrEI/AAAAAAAAAN8/hRQXPqkHG5Y/s1600-h/light.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200814561487072322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SC0BSeAdrEI/AAAAAAAAAN8/hRQXPqkHG5Y/s400/light.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love his smile in this one..haven't figured out how to rotate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SC0BUeAdrFI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XlXfH8LOs2g/s1600-h/k&amp;amp;+dada.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200814595846810706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SC0BUeAdrFI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XlXfH8LOs2g/s400/k%26+dada.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keat and his Dada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, I know it has been forever again....thank you to Jen and Tina for your sweet reminders to update (: Getting a swift kick in the pants is always a good way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Things are wonderful and busy. I update best when Jas is out of town. He's been in Seattle and now is going to Utah to work on our 4-plex &amp;amp; see some of the fam (I'm sad about missing out on the fam part).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, here's our update: Jonas is officially 6 months old and sitting!! It seems like it happened overnight, my baby is getting bigger! He is also on rice cereal and we are trying to get him to take a bottle (any suggestions, pass them on our way!) He is as sweet as ever w/ a bit of added spunk and energy--he is now not as content to just be. Cute wants to be held and wants to stand (not sit, he'll go stiff as a board if you try to get him to sit on your lap!) He loves to blow bubbles and spit. (cute side story--one of the first times Jonas started spitting, Keaton turned to him and said, "Oh no, no spit.") So that's my baby...Oh! I think that he is going to have Jason's eyes...lucky boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Keaton is a ham as usual! He picked up the phrase, "Oh my josh!" when I was yelling at the computer the last time I posted. Ooops! He loves his pre-preschool class on Tuesdays. He is learning more and more words and can now can kinda count! His fav. songs are Old McDonald and I am a Child of God. He has now used the big boy potty a few times-hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jas &amp;amp; I have recently started p90x (these crazy hard workouts). We now get up every morning (except Sun) around 5:45. It is tough, but we are loving it and I love working out next to my honey! We recently found this cute neighbor to babysit, so J took me out to lunch and shopping for Mother's Day--absolutely perfect! He spoke on Mother's Day--it was wonderful, at least the part I heard...I was slightly distracted w/ a toddler running down the aisle and up on to the stage to, "Go see Dada." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I feel like I am writing one of those Christmas letters updating everyone on the fam.....(; I'll surely try to post on a more regular basis--no guarantees though! Love to you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-8798341289122392403?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8798341289122392403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=8798341289122392403' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/8798341289122392403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/8798341289122392403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-again.html' title='Hello again!'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/SC0BN-AdrBI/AAAAAAAAANk/Ux9IWPhIG0k/s72-c/smile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-4573585998459864474</id><published>2008-04-06T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T12:26:22.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of Christ</title><content type='html'>We loved this video production by East Valley Productions called Reflections of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eastvalleyproductions.com/blog.cfm?postID=31"&gt;http://www.eastvalleyproductions.com/blog.cfm?postID=31&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eastvalleyproductions.com/blog.cfm?postID=31"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-4573585998459864474?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4573585998459864474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=4573585998459864474' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/4573585998459864474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/4573585998459864474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/04/reflections-of-christ.html' title='Reflections of Christ'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-8835220047783914493</id><published>2008-03-26T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T07:52:23.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Okay....it has been forever again, so there is a lot to write about! Some of our big news--Jonas is 5 months and rolling over! His favorite thing to do is suck on ANYTHING especially blankets (he's taking after Keaton on this one). He is a complete joy and will smile at just about anything! Keaton is now 2 1/2 and our little clown--he can get "Cute" rolling w/ laughter. His big milestones have been that he graduated to a big boy bed (did really well w/ the transition too) AND he knows and says his name! We are so proud of him! (Do I sound like a mom/teacher or what?!) I just recently finished going through some wonderful parenting classes---Love and Logic. They have been so helpful, so parents check 'em out! Now for some pics.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-1w-2fDpOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/dmtkqv9GiJQ/s1600-h/gang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182922971253286114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-1w-2fDpOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/dmtkqv9GiJQ/s400/gang.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and stayed overnight at a hotel w/ our friends, the Hunts &amp;amp; Tenneys. We had a pizza party, &amp;amp; went swimming. When the kids were all tucked in, we played games--it was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-1w_WfDpPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9qoUr6DNYno/s1600-h/hall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182922979843220722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-1w_WfDpPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9qoUr6DNYno/s400/hall.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendra, Keaton &amp;amp; Carson playing in the hotel hall. If you can imagine 3 toddlers and a long hall--nothing but fun and trouble....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-1xAGfDpQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LlZm3wjaaX4/s1600-h/jonas+swim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182922992728122626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-1xAGfDpQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LlZm3wjaaX4/s400/jonas+swim.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas's first time swimming! He liked it until he got cold.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-1xA2fDpRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/OGTNIn48BLE/s1600-h/jonas+smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182923005613024530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-1xA2fDpRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/OGTNIn48BLE/s400/jonas+smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas in his jammijams smiling for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-1mR2fDpMI/AAAAAAAAAMM/GbaOig2MVZA/s1600-h/tent.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182911203042895042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-1mR2fDpMI/AAAAAAAAAMM/GbaOig2MVZA/s400/tent.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Way back in January it was REALLY cold so we decided to go camping. We set up the tent, had tinfoil dinners, watched Madagascar and, of course.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-5Li2fDpUI/AAAAAAAAANM/Y65FwLV6cbQ/s1600-h/smore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183163283263432002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-5Li2fDpUI/AAAAAAAAANM/Y65FwLV6cbQ/s400/smore.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had SMORES! Keaton's first smore, he loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-5KP2fDpTI/AAAAAAAAANE/-50845VIGps/s1600-h/St.+Pat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183161857334289714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-5KP2fDpTI/AAAAAAAAANE/-50845VIGps/s400/St.+Pat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Patrick's Day Party. Keaton, Zoey, Luke &amp;amp; Carson. The most quiet time of the party when the kids (&amp;amp; moms too!) were eating their green cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-1lKWfDpJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QJXjkQuT-Q8/s1600-h/green+babes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182909974682248338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-1lKWfDpJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QJXjkQuT-Q8/s400/green+babes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little green babes--Jonas and Garrett--Are they not the cutest pair of chunky babies you have ever seen?! (There might be a slight bit of bias going on, but still, they are cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-1xBWfDpSI/AAAAAAAAAM8/XmrmxAbzhmM/s1600-h/eggs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182923014202959138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-1xBWfDpSI/AAAAAAAAAM8/XmrmxAbzhmM/s400/eggs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keaton making his beautiful eggs for Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter snow. My boys checking out the snow.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-1mRGfDpKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qu1ckJykp8Y/s1600-h/snow1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182911190157993122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-1mRGfDpKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qu1ckJykp8Y/s400/snow1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-1lIGfDpFI/AAAAAAAAALU/2d9erkppaUA/s1600-h/big+eyes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182909936027542610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-1lIGfDpFI/AAAAAAAAALU/2d9erkppaUA/s400/big+eyes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wide-eyed little boy enjoying his tummy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-1jtmfDpEI/AAAAAAAAALM/okY7W6Q_gng/s1600-h/3+kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now...stay tuned for more pics, we still have so much to catch up on! We love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-8835220047783914493?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8835220047783914493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=8835220047783914493' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/8835220047783914493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/8835220047783914493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/03/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R-1w-2fDpOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/dmtkqv9GiJQ/s72-c/gang.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-4620625437472187136</id><published>2008-02-25T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T16:50:16.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Moments</title><content type='html'>Okay, so when Jas is out of town I always make sure to tell him some of the sweet moments of the day. I thought I'd share a few with all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yesterday, while baking cookies, Jonas started getting fussy in his bouncer. I said to Keaton, "Keaters, Jonas is sad. Can you make him happy?" K went and grabbed his beloved chichi (blanket) and took it over to J. He then found a corner and tried to put it in Jonas's mouth while saying, "try." Absolute sweetest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*While reading I Am a Mother by Jane Clayson Johnson (thanks Shannon) I just snuggled tight to Jonas. This book is inspirational and should be read by all women. A favorite from it:&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning and scrubbing can wait for tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;For babies grow up, I've learned, to my sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm rocking my baby; and babies don't keep.&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Finding a little note from Jas in my pillowcase .....cutest husband huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments like these make all the tantrums, laundry, dirty diapers etc. totally worth it. In fact, those tough times just help make the sweet times that much sweeter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-4620625437472187136?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4620625437472187136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=4620625437472187136' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/4620625437472187136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/4620625437472187136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/02/sweet-moments.html' title='Sweet Moments'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-2430735505653060750</id><published>2008-02-13T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T06:11:42.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to all---to our friends and family, we love you and think of you often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R7RE84h9khI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8VYTnI3KTSo/s1600-h/3+of+us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166830485258474002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R7RE84h9khI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8VYTnI3KTSo/s400/3+of+us.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To My Jason, the three of us miss you and can't wait to see you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R7RE9oh9kiI/AAAAAAAAAKs/8g1CfWxMkzQ/s1600-h/twins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166830498143375906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R7RE9oh9kiI/AAAAAAAAAKs/8g1CfWxMkzQ/s400/twins.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keaters and JonerBug (aka Cute) in their matching jammies! Keaton was so excited when he saw that they had the same pjs on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R7RE_Yh9kjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Aj7KIC23jOQ/s1600-h/glasses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166830528208146994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R7RE_Yh9kjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Aj7KIC23jOQ/s400/glasses.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cool Keaton! This is on a walk that we took a week ago when it was 74 degrees!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R7RE_4h9kkI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SDUF3YQ9QrU/s1600-h/mission.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166830536798081602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R7RE_4h9kkI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SDUF3YQ9QrU/s400/mission.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The missionaries came to dinner on Monday. You know you are old when they start looking like highschoolers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R7RFAYh9klI/AAAAAAAAALE/xlmf2h8gPL8/s1600-h/parenting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166830545388016210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R7RFAYh9klI/AAAAAAAAALE/xlmf2h8gPL8/s400/parenting.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a pretend cover for Parenting Magazine(if you have seen one, they always have the cutest babies on the cover w/ just a bit of the mom).....except there is suppose to be less of me, I just don't know how to crop yet! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that is a snapshot of the last few weeks. Tell your family and friends you love them...not just today, but every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-2430735505653060750?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2430735505653060750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=2430735505653060750' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/2430735505653060750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/2430735505653060750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R7RE84h9khI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8VYTnI3KTSo/s72-c/3+of+us.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-2606964006315233847</id><published>2008-02-05T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T19:10:21.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R6ki95rXDbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Gx2WKSil8SI/s1600-h/j11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163696894607035826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R6ki95rXDbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Gx2WKSil8SI/s400/j11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so Melinda tagged me and I'm gonna do it this time(: I've been "Husband Tagged" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an old pic of Jas w/ Keaton (although it looks like Jonas too). This represents Jas perfectly--a wonderful and cute dada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is his name? Jason (Jasey)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long have you been married?6 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long did you date? We knew each other for a year and a half and were engaged for the last 5 months of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How old is he? 29&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who eats more? He does (but I eat more sweets!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who said I love you first? He did--very daring man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is smarter? He is all around. I may be in "teachery stuff"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whose temper is worse? Sadly mine is. I have "fire in my belly" as Jas puts it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who does the laundry? I do--I am a homemaker after all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who does the dishes? We both do. It's a never ending job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who pays the bills? We both have certain bills we each pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who cooks dinner? I mostly do, but Jas makes the best omelets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who drives when you are together? Jas does of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is more stubborn? Okay, I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whose parents do you see the most? It's a tie now that we live in Missouri!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who proposed? Jas did. He surprised me while I was going to BYU Hawaii. He is a man of wonderful surprises!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who has more friends? Oh, come on now....We both have wonderful friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who has more siblings? He does--six kids in his fam, I came from a house of three kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who wears the pants in the family? Depends-we both do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sure love my honey. He is so perfect for me--seriously he is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malia, Miranda and Michelle you are tagged!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-2606964006315233847?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2606964006315233847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=2606964006315233847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/2606964006315233847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/2606964006315233847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/02/husband-tagged.html' title='Husband Tagged'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R6ki95rXDbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Gx2WKSil8SI/s72-c/j11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-1879333960307933420</id><published>2008-01-30T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:39:47.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bday Nana</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-81b1d86ef8699634" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D81b1d86ef8699634%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330270500%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8403EB3BF3FB6DE88C0DCA6DA011DB3EAA1DAF6B.18C394B9D1596B07BEC2C2BB999779DFFD7BC5D5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D81b1d86ef8699634%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dor2Bk0d-d96z5jFHgGA4P4gwnrM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D81b1d86ef8699634%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330270500%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8403EB3BF3FB6DE88C0DCA6DA011DB3EAA1DAF6B.18C394B9D1596B07BEC2C2BB999779DFFD7BC5D5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D81b1d86ef8699634%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dor2Bk0d-d96z5jFHgGA4P4gwnrM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Bday Mom/Nana!  Your little grandboys have a message for you.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We Love You!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/5136924645486868025-1879333960307933420?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=81b1d86ef8699634&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1879333960307933420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=1879333960307933420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/1879333960307933420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/1879333960307933420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-bday-nana.html' title='Happy Bday Nana'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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-5136924645486868025.post-7177858410688018472</id><published>2008-01-15T13:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T14:46:40.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall in St. Louis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that it's January, but better late than never! This is Fall in Beautiful St. Louis. These are all taken at the riverfront of the Mississippi.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R40yv80EnJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/za4qM3ZzKww/s1600-h/DSC01966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155832947768859794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R40yv80EnJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/za4qM3ZzKww/s400/DSC01966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jas and Baby Jonas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R40xZ80EnFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pfZBCJfSFGo/s1600-h/fall+fam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155831470300109906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R40xZ80EnFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pfZBCJfSFGo/s400/fall+fam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Little Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R40xaM0EnGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JOFvHsIYd28/s1600-h/keaton+tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155831474595077218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R40xaM0EnGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JOFvHsIYd28/s400/keaton+tree.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keaters in the tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R40xas0EnHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/qN8EKByE8VQ/s1600-h/throw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155831483185011826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R40xas0EnHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/qN8EKByE8VQ/s400/throw.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keaton having a blast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R40veM0EnEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZrnLKmT_tk8/s1600-h/mom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155829344291298370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R40veM0EnEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZrnLKmT_tk8/s400/mom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-7177858410688018472?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7177858410688018472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=7177858410688018472' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7177858410688018472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7177858410688018472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/01/fall-in-st-louis.html' title='Fall in St. Louis'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R40yv80EnJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/za4qM3ZzKww/s72-c/DSC01966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-4328518893520753934</id><published>2008-01-13T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T20:16:20.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R4pWI80EnDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7lmjc1_fzzE/s1600-h/DSC02572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155027435242429490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R4pWI80EnDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7lmjc1_fzzE/s400/DSC02572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Dec 28th we celebrated our 6th Anniversary. Everyone has a hard time believing that we have been married this long since Jenn looks like she is 17. --Jason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Jason looks any older (: We went to dinner and then stayed at Wolf Creek. It was absolutely beautiful up there--it snowed the entire time. Here is to 6 wonderful years. I love you babe! --Jenn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-4328518893520753934?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4328518893520753934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=4328518893520753934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/4328518893520753934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/4328518893520753934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2008/01/6th-anniversary.html' title='6th Anniversary'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/R4pWI80EnDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7lmjc1_fzzE/s72-c/DSC02572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-4295685552116928831</id><published>2007-11-04T11:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T19:51:51.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAKE POWELL AUGUST 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5Q7d3z2_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/5-Cr8KVD_yI/s1600-h/DSC01254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129126008182791154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5Q7d3z2_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/5-Cr8KVD_yI/s400/DSC01254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The annual Powell trip is as iron clad as most other major holidays. There isn't much that can stop this event from happening. Here are a few of the memories from the 07' Powell trip......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5P9d3z27I/AAAAAAAAAI8/YR0ZPbM_P1A/s1600-h/DSC01376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129124943030901682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5P9d3z27I/AAAAAAAAAI8/YR0ZPbM_P1A/s400/DSC01376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5P993z28I/AAAAAAAAAJE/-fMGo0DQWcA/s1600-h/DSC01380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129124951620836290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5P993z28I/AAAAAAAAAJE/-fMGo0DQWcA/s400/DSC01380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 50th carp caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5P-d3z29I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Z9PuhE1ckRg/s1600-h/DSC01362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129124960210770898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5P-d3z29I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Z9PuhE1ckRg/s400/DSC01362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex's patented back flop with perfect form...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5P-93z2-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/DKY9J4DlgmQ/s1600-h/DSC01325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129124968800705506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5P-93z2-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/DKY9J4DlgmQ/s400/DSC01325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh brought some crazy new wakeboarding skills to Powell this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5OKd3z22I/AAAAAAAAAIU/LdQxfSpgqbw/s1600-h/DSC01189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129122967345945442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5OKd3z22I/AAAAAAAAAIU/LdQxfSpgqbw/s400/DSC01189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rog and Steph brought a new boat....Roger trying to fix the canopy that broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5OL93z23I/AAAAAAAAAIc/HEg5meApPsc/s1600-h/DSC01207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129122993115749234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5OL93z23I/AAAAAAAAAIc/HEg5meApPsc/s400/DSC01207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maggie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5OMd3z24I/AAAAAAAAAIk/e6wWdom1Tow/s1600-h/DSC01233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129123001705683842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5OMd3z24I/AAAAAAAAAIk/e6wWdom1Tow/s400/DSC01233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some hair dogs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5ONd3z25I/AAAAAAAAAIs/51BYTK8IWHQ/s1600-h/DSC01285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129123018885553042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5ONd3z25I/AAAAAAAAAIs/51BYTK8IWHQ/s400/DSC01285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The trooper... 8 months pregnant and still making the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5OOt3z26I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ndoq-gytq2Q/s1600-h/DSC01325.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5Jsd3z20I/AAAAAAAAAIE/FwOcWYTc4aA/s1600-h/bryce+on+beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129118053903358786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5Jsd3z20I/AAAAAAAAAIE/FwOcWYTc4aA/s400/bryce+on+beach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryce....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5JtN3z21I/AAAAAAAAAIM/VookRo6uqF0/s1600-h/bryce+tooth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129118066788260690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5JtN3z21I/AAAAAAAAAIM/VookRo6uqF0/s400/bryce+tooth.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryces loose tooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5IhN3z2vI/AAAAAAAAAHc/a5h5KnzJc9w/s1600-h/court+and+cody.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129116761118202610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5IhN3z2vI/AAAAAAAAAHc/a5h5KnzJc9w/s400/court+and+cody.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cody and Courtney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5Iht3z2wI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7HWxeVsNbNs/s1600-h/collin+water.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129116769708137218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5Iht3z2wI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7HWxeVsNbNs/s400/collin+water.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5IiN3z2xI/AAAAAAAAAHs/T0R6d1rIBLs/s1600-h/colby+n+tayah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129116778298071826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5IiN3z2xI/AAAAAAAAAHs/T0R6d1rIBLs/s400/colby+n+tayah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5Iit3z2yI/AAAAAAAAAH0/aYzAogALLUM/s1600-h/colb+n+collin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129116786888006434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5Iit3z2yI/AAAAAAAAAH0/aYzAogALLUM/s400/colb+n+collin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5IjN3z2zI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LJMAVLI7A_o/s1600-h/cody.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129116795477941042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5IjN3z2zI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LJMAVLI7A_o/s400/cody.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4vXN3z2qI/AAAAAAAAAG0/BLRj5qoks1A/s1600-h/DSC01283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129089101528816290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4vXN3z2qI/AAAAAAAAAG0/BLRj5qoks1A/s400/DSC01283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lina's purchase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4vXt3z2rI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gVz6I6sV1ww/s1600-h/DSC01249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129089110118750898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4vXt3z2rI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gVz6I6sV1ww/s400/DSC01249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The new Four Winns loaded up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4vYN3z2sI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Qp185iZAwzs/s1600-h/DSC01243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129089118708685506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4vYN3z2sI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Qp185iZAwzs/s400/DSC01243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4vYt3z2tI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JpumSE9ArMc/s1600-h/DSC01192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129089127298620114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4vYt3z2tI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JpumSE9ArMc/s400/DSC01192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4vZN3z2uI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ENJV_vhU7Ss/s1600-h/dad+hair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129089135888554722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4vZN3z2uI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ENJV_vhU7Ss/s400/dad+hair.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Grandpa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4s7d3z2lI/AAAAAAAAAGM/c7wruuWLTOI/s1600-h/Grandma+and+Keater.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129086425764190802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4s7d3z2lI/AAAAAAAAAGM/c7wruuWLTOI/s400/Grandma+and+Keater.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4s793z2mI/AAAAAAAAAGU/U6DucRcG8EY/s1600-h/four+winns+crew.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4s893z2nI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0kPeknxrUfk/s1600-h/DSC01340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129086451533994610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4s893z2nI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0kPeknxrUfk/s400/DSC01340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4s9d3z2oI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QmGYB5YG08k/s1600-h/DSC01316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129086460123929218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4s9d3z2oI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QmGYB5YG08k/s400/DSC01316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4s9t3z2pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9s4NpdJj3FQ/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129086464418896530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4s9t3z2pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9s4NpdJj3FQ/s400/DSC01296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4oKt3z2gI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GacKVp4WnqY/s1600-h/nate+n+cody.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129081190199056898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4oKt3z2gI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GacKVp4WnqY/s400/nate+n+cody.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4oLd3z2hI/AAAAAAAAAFs/exfhKMdtA34/s1600-h/mariah+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129081203083958802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4oLd3z2hI/AAAAAAAAAFs/exfhKMdtA34/s400/mariah+pic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That nice new wake board rack had it's first and last trip out on the lake.  One of the costly sacrifices to the lake.  Jason's Smith glasses can also be found now at the bottom of the lake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4oLt3z2iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KZUKwcKnVUY/s1600-h/keat+and+dad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129081207378926114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4oLt3z2iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KZUKwcKnVUY/s400/keat+and+dad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4oMd3z2jI/AAAAAAAAAF8/q3Xpwy29QhU/s1600-h/jenn+keater+tramp.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4oNN3z2kI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1XUcj_5t9Kg/s1600-h/Jake+watergun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129081233148729922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4oNN3z2kI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1XUcj_5t9Kg/s400/Jake+watergun.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129079055600310754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4mOd3z2eI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZkSY24vRvS0/s400/nate+on+boat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4mMt3z2bI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z5hEs4FWBEI/s1600-h/tayah+kneeboard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129079025535539634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4mMt3z2bI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z5hEs4FWBEI/s400/tayah+kneeboard.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4mNd3z2cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/c29T34joTfs/s1600-h/swimin+hole.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129079038420441538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4mNd3z2cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/c29T34joTfs/s400/swimin+hole.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4mN93z2dI/AAAAAAAAAFM/D68YP_Z5Hxo/s1600-h/sun+seeker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129079047010376146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4mN93z2dI/AAAAAAAAAFM/D68YP_Z5Hxo/s400/sun+seeker.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4mPN3z2fI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lFjWuoOF1S4/s1600-h/nate+waterpole.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129079068485212658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry4mPN3z2fI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lFjWuoOF1S4/s400/nate+waterpole.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-4295685552116928831?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4295685552116928831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=4295685552116928831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/4295685552116928831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/4295685552116928831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2007/11/lake-powell-2007.html' title='LAKE POWELL AUGUST 2007'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Ry5Q7d3z2_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/5-Cr8KVD_yI/s72-c/DSC01254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-3795892861646001016</id><published>2007-10-28T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T08:18:56.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas Tingey Wright</title><content type='html'>Jonas is here! We'll let the pictures tell the story for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126594816451533202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/RyVS0t3z2ZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/30kaNs3_FaY/s320/DSC01600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason .. very chipper. Jenn.. in pain......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126583524982511874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/RyVIjd3z2QI/AAAAAAAAADk/gK-05ea8ZP8/s320/DSC01612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas was born on Tuesday Oct 23 at 6:31 pm. He was really big! (8 lbs 6 oz) 20 1/2 in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126584585839434002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/RyVJhN3z2RI/AAAAAAAAADs/jqLEQ3khBNY/s320/DSC01632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy tired parents....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126588378295556402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/RyVM993z2TI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tehWOQWW7Gk/s320/DSC01667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126586673193539874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/RyVLat3z2SI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Pap8BMjv9kg/s320/DSC01640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both in tears....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126594240925915522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/RyVSTN3z2YI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yxj7AdZHeDY/s320/DSC01744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126589031130585410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/RyVNj93z2UI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jgpDeL6J2TA/s320/DSC01678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126591170024298834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/RyVPgd3z2VI/AAAAAAAAAEM/e-7TqA2la1g/s320/DSC01690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126592316780566882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/RyVQjN3z2WI/AAAAAAAAAEU/M10m4sxbwmo/s320/DSC01721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life savers..... Nana.... and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126593450651933042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/RyVRlN3z2XI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YW3vUKh-FSE/s320/DSC01840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Wright and Aunt Jodee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126595525121137058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/RyVTd93z2aI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SYOHaqY2GjI/s320/DSC01755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe and sound at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-3795892861646001016?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3795892861646001016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=3795892861646001016' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/3795892861646001016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/3795892861646001016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2007/10/jonas-tingey-wright.html' title='Jonas Tingey Wright'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/RyVS0t3z2ZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/30kaNs3_FaY/s72-c/DSC01600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-5087705282360710627</id><published>2007-08-12T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T15:50:36.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keater ...growing like a weed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr-GK_vZbiI/AAAAAAAAACc/BO4T0QgFYwE/s1600-h/PIC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097940826673737250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr-GK_vZbiI/AAAAAAAAACc/BO4T0QgFYwE/s320/PIC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keater was born on Aug 24 2005 at Ogden Regional Hospital. He was 8 pounds 7 ounces and 20 1/2 in long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr-FoPvZbhI/AAAAAAAAACU/22QV7PJbU8M/s1600-h/PIC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097940229673283090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr-FoPvZbhI/AAAAAAAAACU/22QV7PJbU8M/s320/PIC00003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Keat the second day back from the hospital. Still really big! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097943339229605442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr-IdPvZbkI/AAAAAAAAACs/5RXnyYfRwcU/s320/PIC00033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The tired and inexperienced parents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097944017834438226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr-JEvvZblI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6p-6QLIlMJs/s320/sleeping.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sleeping....a rare moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097946126663380578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr-K_fvZbmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Rfe-jQl4swk/s320/blessing+dad+%26rita.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keater's blessing -- the first week of October 05.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097947754455985794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr-MePvZboI/AAAAAAAAADM/o8Pi-CGwQdo/s320/j+%26k+blessing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jason and Kristina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097947080146120306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr-L2_vZbnI/AAAAAAAAADE/4z4eY7RcQFY/s320/7953-R1-19-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where Keat gets his good looks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097949176090160786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr-Nw_vZbpI/AAAAAAAAADU/8K736Ddy5T8/s320/7953-R1-04-20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keat and his "Nana"  (which is apparently the definition for young grandma)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-5087705282360710627?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5087705282360710627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=5087705282360710627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/5087705282360710627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/5087705282360710627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2007/08/keater-growing-like-weed.html' title='Keater ...growing like a weed'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr-GK_vZbiI/AAAAAAAAACc/BO4T0QgFYwE/s72-c/PIC00017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-148395094187585432</id><published>2007-08-12T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T14:42:28.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Right now we are surrounded by a ton of family members. In a couple of weeks it will be just the 3 of us in St Louis Missouri. What are we thinking? Then again, we will have Jonas added to the crew in October and I am sure he will keep us free from home sickness. Or he will make us wish we never moved away from our family. If he is anything like Keaton, we could be in for a tough couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr935PvZbcI/AAAAAAAAABs/CaGEW0cM0Ak/s1600-h/cruise+deck+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097925128568270274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr935PvZbcI/AAAAAAAAABs/CaGEW0cM0Ak/s320/cruise+deck+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr93TPvZbaI/AAAAAAAAABc/6RFzt7XYg6U/s1600-h/86+ss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097924475733241250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr93TPvZbaI/AAAAAAAAABc/6RFzt7XYg6U/s320/86+ss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097925596719705554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr94UfvZbdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Rq01REZAAcA/s320/Keat+and+Dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097926313979244002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr94-PvZbeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1sTr3_mCD_w/s320/DSC00521.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The beautiful Jenn and our little Keat with some classic winter snot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097929260326809090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr97pvvZbgI/AAAAAAAAACM/WfWHoG-8rb8/s320/DSC00323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One of the few self taken pics where we all fit in the view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-148395094187585432?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/148395094187585432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=148395094187585432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/148395094187585432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/148395094187585432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2007/08/family.html' title='FAMILY'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr935PvZbcI/AAAAAAAAABs/CaGEW0cM0Ak/s72-c/cruise+deck+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-7448766201979163354</id><published>2007-08-11T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T15:07:17.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering KITTY ? - 8/4/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr54YfvZbVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wv7EpOtiCFY/s1600-h/cat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097644190462471506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr54YfvZbVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wv7EpOtiCFY/s320/cat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr54E_vZbUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i8gbFvMb5Os/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097643855455022402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr54E_vZbUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i8gbFvMb5Os/s320/IMG_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr53qvvZbTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FIFsl0Gqeug/s1600-h/IMG_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097643404483456306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr53qvvZbTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FIFsl0Gqeug/s320/IMG_0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keater's first words were Dadda, Mamma, and Kitty. That should explain how close Kitty was to us. Although Keat would do his best to torment the poor cat, Kitty took his beating with understanding. Sometimes he would give Keat a nice slap or friendly bite on the leg to remind him to be a bit nicer. Considering how many times he got his tail pulled, Kitty was surprizingly forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big fan of cheese--he could smell cheese from across the house.  He was often found sleeping in the hot garage and the closets.  When night time came around he would jump out the window we kept open for him and he was off hunting.   He was all about a nice roll in the dirt, which kept him banned from the house on many occasions.  Another act that got him a trip to the back porch was his 5am attempt to wake up the family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we went on walks, Kitty would follow us.  In fact, one time on one of our walks we ventured onto the turf of some other neighborhood cats and kitty got jumped.  He was a fighter.  We think it was something Kitty really liked to do -- he had some good scars and a missing patch of wiskers to prove it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty is now lounging around in Heaven.  We'll miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136924645486868025-7448766201979163354?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7448766201979163354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=7448766201979163354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7448766201979163354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/7448766201979163354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2007/08/remembering-kitty-8407.html' title='Remembering KITTY ? - 8/4/07'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr54YfvZbVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wv7EpOtiCFY/s72-c/cat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136924645486868025.post-2118177333127166669</id><published>2007-08-05T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T22:06:55.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keat'/><title type='text'>Keater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/RrY9w_vZbRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6MfNrFRskNc/s1600-h/DSC00896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095327940369542418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/RrY9w_vZbRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6MfNrFRskNc/s320/DSC00896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr50NvvZbSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SD_qy5vwazQ/s1600-h/DSC01009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097639607732366626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 430px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/Rr50NvvZbSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SD_qy5vwazQ/s320/DSC01009.JPG" width="345" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8fHSwVsS4o/RrY9D_vZbQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Tc9IhY6LLCg/s1600-h/DSC00892.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't know anything about creating a blog but here we go. The easiest place for us to start is with Keaton, our really energetic 2 year old. We are wondering if there is a boy out there with as much fire in his belly as Keater. He is more than a handful! We wouldn't have it any other way.&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/5136924645486868025-2118177333127166669?l=wrightblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2118177333127166669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136924645486868025&amp;postID=2118177333127166669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/2118177333127166669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136924645486868025/posts/default/2118177333127166669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wrightblogs.blogspot.com/2007/08/keater.html' title='Keater'/><author><name>The Wrights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311834961166197870</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/_N8fHSwVsS4o/RrY9w_vZbRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6MfNrFRskNc/s72-c/DSC00896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
