<?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-4946331435005115754</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:46:49.766-06:00</updated><category term='Austin'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='school'/><category term='Hinkley Challenge'/><category term='Gavin'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='books'/><category term='Book of Mormon'/><title type='text'>Five Froggies</title><subtitle type='html'>Hopping and Jumping with Five Little Froggies</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mommy of Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519653608079859420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SO5kVplFEfI/AAAAAAAAAZM/2iv9ptCGSXM/S220/P1010011.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946331435005115754.post-3253962442890260168</id><published>2010-01-07T10:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T10:58:56.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Books Read in 2009</title><content type='html'>Here's my list of reading from this year.  Much smaller than last year.  Without a baby/toddler to rock to sleep, my reading time dwindled.  It was difficult to get book club books read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, favorite book this year?  The Book Thief by Markus Zusak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix – J.K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;2. Midnight Sun (partial draft) – Stephenie Meyers&lt;br /&gt;3. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince – J. K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;4. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – J. K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;5. The South Beach Diet – Arthur Agatston, M.D.&lt;br /&gt;6. The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate – Gary Chapman&lt;br /&gt;7. The Outsiders – S. E. Hinton&lt;br /&gt;8. The 10 Greatest Gifts I Give My Children – Steven W. Vannoy&lt;br /&gt;9. The Clerk’s Tale from The Canterbury Tales – Geoffrey Chaucer&lt;br /&gt;10. The Tales of Beedle the Bard – J. K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;11. The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency – Alexander McCall Smith&lt;br /&gt;12. The Night Following – Morag Joss&lt;br /&gt;13. Not Quite What I was Planning: Six-Word Memoirs by Famous and Obscure Writers – Edited by Smith Magazine&lt;br /&gt;14. Alas, Babylon – Pat Frank&lt;br /&gt;15. The Language of Sycamores – Lisa Wingate&lt;br /&gt;16. Tending Roses – Lisa Wingate&lt;br /&gt;17. Freakonomics – Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner&lt;br /&gt;18. The Girl Who Stopped Swimming – Joshilyn Jackson&lt;br /&gt;19. One Thousand White Women – Jim Fergus&lt;br /&gt;20. The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane – Kate DiCamillo&lt;br /&gt;21. The Last Lecture – Randy Pausch and Jeffrey Zaslow&lt;br /&gt;22. 1984 – George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;23. Anne of Green Gables – L. M. Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;24. The History of Love – Nicole Krauss&lt;br /&gt;25. The Things They Carried – Tim O’Brien&lt;br /&gt;26. Rebecca – Daphne du Maurier&lt;br /&gt;27. Cheaper by the Dozen – Frank Gilbreth, Jr. and Ernestine Gilbreth Carey&lt;br /&gt;28. Three Cups of Tea – Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin&lt;br /&gt;29. Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;30. The Book Thief – Markus Zusak&lt;br /&gt;31. The Lost Symbol – Dan Brown&lt;br /&gt;32. The Turn of the Screw – Henry James&lt;br /&gt;33. Mercy – Jodi Picoult&lt;br /&gt;34. The Book of Mormon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partially Read&lt;br /&gt;1. The Best Life Diet – Bob Greene&lt;br /&gt;2. Founding Mothers: The Women Who Raised Our Nation – Cokie Roberts&lt;br /&gt;3. The Rhythm of Life: Living Everyday with Passion and Purpose – Matthew Kelly&lt;br /&gt;4. Cry, the Beloved Country – Alan Paton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4946331435005115754-3253962442890260168?l=fivefroggies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/3253962442890260168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4946331435005115754&amp;postID=3253962442890260168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/3253962442890260168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/3253962442890260168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/2010/01/books-read-in-2009.html' title='Books Read in 2009'/><author><name>Mommy of Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519653608079859420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SO5kVplFEfI/AAAAAAAAAZM/2iv9ptCGSXM/S220/P1010011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946331435005115754.post-3995637692320474</id><published>2009-05-05T14:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:39:00.997-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin'/><title type='text'>My Little Pirate</title><content type='html'>My parents came to visit last week.  They had a great time with the kids and finding everything they say so hilarious.  Here's a funny with my dad and Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin can't say his *R* sounds very well, so it comes out like *AY*.  So he was telling my dad something about a *chay*, which my dad didn't understand.  Once he finally figured it out he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad - Oh, chair!  You have to say that word like a pirate with an ARRRRR sound on it.  Can you say that?  CHAI-ARRR?  Try to say that, Chairrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin - It's not a pirate chair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4946331435005115754-3995637692320474?l=fivefroggies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/3995637692320474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4946331435005115754&amp;postID=3995637692320474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/3995637692320474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/3995637692320474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-little-pirate.html' title='My Little Pirate'/><author><name>Mommy of Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519653608079859420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SO5kVplFEfI/AAAAAAAAAZM/2iv9ptCGSXM/S220/P1010011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946331435005115754.post-2009068971790558854</id><published>2009-04-13T11:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:58:38.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding a Dog to the Mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SeN9S_ugMTI/AAAAAAAAAu4/s4eKXVtcBD4/s1600-h/Snickers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SeN9S_ugMTI/AAAAAAAAAu4/s4eKXVtcBD4/s320/Snickers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are adding a puppy.  I'm more scared about this than I would be adding another kid.  Is that nuts?  I have 5 kids, but a puppy sounds like too much work and responsibility?!?  But isn't she cute? She's the second from the right.  The first 3 are boys.  The last 3 are girls.  We originally picked the second one in line.  He is so handsome with those markings.  But then they brought out the big, beastly dad and we changed our minds to the tiniest girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SeN9TR2Ah4I/AAAAAAAAAvI/DqefNgL3LLU/s1600-h/P1010039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SeN9TR2Ah4I/AAAAAAAAAvI/DqefNgL3LLU/s320/P1010039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SeN9TuxBDqI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/bUKYkiAY70Y/s1600-h/P1010042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SeN9TuxBDqI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/bUKYkiAY70Y/s320/P1010042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get her next week.  Yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4946331435005115754-2009068971790558854?l=fivefroggies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/2009068971790558854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4946331435005115754&amp;postID=2009068971790558854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/2009068971790558854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/2009068971790558854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/2009/04/adding-dog-to-mix.html' title='Adding a Dog to the Mix'/><author><name>Mommy of Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519653608079859420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SO5kVplFEfI/AAAAAAAAAZM/2iv9ptCGSXM/S220/P1010011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SeN9S_ugMTI/AAAAAAAAAu4/s4eKXVtcBD4/s72-c/Snickers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946331435005115754.post-2189783724776059221</id><published>2009-01-19T14:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:04:55.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books, Books, Books!</title><content type='html'>Last year, I decided to write down all the books I read during the year. I've never kept a written record, so it is fun to look back and remember the year in books. Here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mansfield Park – Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;2. Marley and Me – John Grogan&lt;br /&gt;3. The Listener – Terri Blackstock&lt;br /&gt;4. The Ultimate Gift – Jim Stovall&lt;br /&gt;5. Letters For Emily – Camron Wright&lt;br /&gt;6. The Gifted – Terri Blackstock&lt;br /&gt;7. Keeping Faith – Jodi Picoult&lt;br /&gt;8. Ella Minnow Pea – Mark Dunn&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost Horizon – James Hilton&lt;br /&gt;10. My Name is Asher Lev – Chiam Potok&lt;br /&gt;11. Uglies – Scott Westerfeld&lt;br /&gt;12. Elsewhere – Gabrielle Zevin&lt;br /&gt;13. A Tale of Two Cities – Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;14. Pretties – Scott Westerfeld&lt;br /&gt;15. Specials – Scott Westerfeld&lt;br /&gt;16. Extras – Scott Westerfeld&lt;br /&gt;17. The Host – Stephenie Meyers&lt;br /&gt;18. I Heard the Owl Call My Name – Margaret Craven&lt;br /&gt;19. The Giver – Lois Lowry&lt;br /&gt;20. Gathering Blue – Lois Lowry&lt;br /&gt;21. Messenger – Lois Lowry&lt;br /&gt;22. The Guardian – Nicholas Sparks&lt;br /&gt;23. Perfect Match – Jodi Picoult&lt;br /&gt;24. Forever in Blue – Ann Brashares&lt;br /&gt;25. Pope Joan – Donna Woolfolk Cross&lt;br /&gt;26. Water for Elephants – Sara Gruen&lt;br /&gt;27. The Last Summer (of You and Me) – Ann Brashares&lt;br /&gt;28. The Secret – Rhonda Byrne&lt;br /&gt;29. The Red Badge of Courage – Stephen Crane&lt;br /&gt;30. The Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;31. Oxygen – Carol Cassella&lt;br /&gt;32. The Magician’s Nephew – C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;33. The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe – C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;34. Breaking Dawn – Stephenie Meyers&lt;br /&gt;35. The Horse and His Boy – C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;36. Prince Caspian – C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;37. The Voyage of the Dawn Treader – C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;38. Poppy and Rye – Avi&lt;br /&gt;39. The Silver Chair – C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;40. The Last Battle – C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;41. Gossamer – Lois Lowry&lt;br /&gt;42. Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoevsky&lt;br /&gt;43. Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;44. The Last Lecture – Randy Pausch with Jeffrey Zaslow&lt;br /&gt;45. The Homework Machine – Dan Gutman&lt;br /&gt;46. Beautiful Boy – David Sheff&lt;br /&gt;47. A Thread of Grace – Mary Doria Russell&lt;br /&gt;48. The Thirteenth Tale – Diane Setterfield&lt;br /&gt;49. The Worst Best School Year Ever – Barbara Robinson&lt;br /&gt;50. The Quiet Little Woman: A Christmas Story – Louisa May Alcott&lt;br /&gt;51. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone – J. K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;52. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets – J. K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;53. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban – J. K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;54. No Talking – Andrew Clements&lt;br /&gt;55. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire – J. K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some were read alouds with the kids. Some were for book club. I think my favorite one this year was, &lt;em&gt;The Grapes of Wrath&lt;/em&gt;.  I have never read it before and I really enjoyed it.  So sad, SO SAD, but really good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4946331435005115754-2189783724776059221?l=fivefroggies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/2189783724776059221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4946331435005115754&amp;postID=2189783724776059221' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/2189783724776059221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/2189783724776059221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/2009/01/books-books-books.html' title='Books, Books, Books!'/><author><name>Mommy of Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519653608079859420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SO5kVplFEfI/AAAAAAAAAZM/2iv9ptCGSXM/S220/P1010011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946331435005115754.post-1216823002645681770</id><published>2008-11-14T08:54:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:20:10.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (Belated) Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the kids on Halloween. We were in Ft. Collins for the holiday. Their cousin was baptized the next morning. The kids really enjoyed trick or treating with their cousins. The weather was so nice this year, no coats or jackets! Yippeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SR2fNTY-swI/AAAAAAAAAao/b4P2iWTFCMA/s1600-h/P1010024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SR2fNTY-swI/AAAAAAAAAao/b4P2iWTFCMA/s320/P1010024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan - The Great Sphinx of Giza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SR2fNSaW8EI/AAAAAAAAAaw/5xEy8yKifKA/s1600-h/P1010034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SR2fNSaW8EI/AAAAAAAAAaw/5xEy8yKifKA/s320/P1010034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin - Ninja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SR2fN56UB6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/-kMdMtr4tLk/s1600-h/P1010032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SR2fN56UB6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/-kMdMtr4tLk/s320/P1010032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan - Vampire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SR2fNx8jKPI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ujrGQhGzmmw/s1600-h/P1010026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SR2fNx8jKPI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ujrGQhGzmmw/s320/P1010026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin - Skeleton &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268544125242601362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SR2g98yOb5I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/rPse-Oj5GJc/s320/P1010022.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Camryn&lt;/span&gt; - Kitty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This year, we didn't carve pumpkins. However, we did unintentionally grow a nice, big pumpkin in our garden. Although it wasn't a baking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt;, I cooked it up and have made pumpkin muffins and a pumpkin pie with it. I think I got about 16 cups of pumpkin from it! When I questioned what I would do with it all, Sterling said to throw the rest out. He didn't want me to freeze it, but after going through all the cutting, baking, scraping, and mashing...well it was pumpkin GOLD to me. Plus, I still need to make pumpkin bars and pumpkin pancakes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4946331435005115754-1216823002645681770?l=fivefroggies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/1216823002645681770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4946331435005115754&amp;postID=1216823002645681770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/1216823002645681770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/1216823002645681770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-belated-halloween.html' title='Happy (Belated) Halloween!'/><author><name>Mommy of Five</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519653608079859420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SO5kVplFEfI/AAAAAAAAAZM/2iv9ptCGSXM/S220/P1010011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9cNucu5u4E/SR2fNTY-swI/AAAAAAAAAao/b4P2iWTFCMA/s72-c/P1010024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946331435005115754.post-6348556024884005697</id><published>2008-10-14T09:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:41:02.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Season Shuffle</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year.  The colder weather has come, so it's time to pack up the short sleeved shirts and the shorts.   Time to hunt down the winter coats, the black dress shoes, the sweaters.  Time for me to get emotional while packing up the outgrown clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it is just me, but I dread it.  Not only is shuffling through five children's clothes time consuming work, but I just get sad with the physical reminders that my children are growing up.  I feel like a big baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went through Reagan's drawers.  I stored the summer stuff that will fit for next year, and then I stacked stuff to be saved for Camryn.  It was fun thinking of Cami wearing some of those clothes in a few years.  Fun to toss the stuff I never want to see again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week, I brought up bags of clothes for Austin and Camryn from the basement.  It's a walk down memory lane to pull them out and think when the older kids wore them, thinking of them at their younger years.  They are washed and ready to wear.  However, those bags and boxes are still sitting in their rooms.  Why?  I am dreading the removal of their old stuff.  The stuff I give away for good.  There isn't any younger ones to pass them on to.  Now I have to decide the donations, passing on or selling the barely worn, maybe even keeping a few.  It's hard to get in there and work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my mom must have had these same feelings, she saved a lot of our clothes.  She has been able to give me some of my own clothes that I wore as a baby and little girl.  Some of them were really neat to have, like the outfit I wore home from the hospital.  It was special to have each of my daughters wear that dress home as well.  But others, seemed old and dated, better to have been given up decades ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to let go, but I can do it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4946331435005115754-6348556024884005697?l=fivefroggies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/6348556024884005697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4946331435005115754&amp;postID=6348556024884005697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/6348556024884005697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/6348556024884005697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/2008/10/season-shuffle.html' title='The Season Shuffle'/><author><name>Five Froggies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvJMRHKd94I/AAAAAAAAABU/n1Dtona1_iA/s200/frog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946331435005115754.post-5542415791706710447</id><published>2008-10-09T09:18:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:14:23.563-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Five Months Later</title><content type='html'>I've had a request to update my blog. Hmmm, it &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; been a while, &lt;a href="http://canadyfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ashley&lt;/a&gt;! Thanks for the nudge to get back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, a few highlights of the last five months, with pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255179233666705074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/SO4lq322prI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ptVyFIHDeUc/s320/P1010021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255178142179838482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/SO4krVwGyhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/6JB4f6uQ25E/s320/P1010025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255178144981624530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/SO4krgMGptI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HMrkhSRwDC8/s320/P1010031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Sterling's family reunion at Bear Lake near Logan. Our favorite day was spend on the beach. Sand, boat, water, sun - sunburn. Good times! It was really nice to be with all the cousins and families. There were 25 cousins and 17 parents and sibling/spouses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255180915854495346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/SO4nMyfrTnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wdXGt72dR5E/s320/P1010003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255180923439360722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/SO4nNOwDKtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qUhKtnuzAPg/s320/P1010038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids went back to school. Morgan is in 5th grade. Gavin is in 3rd. Reagan is in 1st. Austin is in preschool through the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255181981954824738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/SO4oK2BzWiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/WZSy-9LqHmo/s320/P1010007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255181986836910322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/SO4oLINyEPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/u99g3UMj5no/s320/P1010010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When school had started, and we had not gone camping as a family, we brought camping to our home. We had a campfire a couple of weekends and we also set up the tent and camped. It was much warmer than heading to the mountains in September.&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255182958227284994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/SO4pDq7S5AI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pQ61cy1n9Lc/s320/P1010053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a recent picture of the family. We went hiking on Labor Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255183671228115586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/SO4ptLD8KoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/spi3CfjHfVk/s320/P1010020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255183675007481906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/SO4ptZJAuDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/iL1roh9z9jw/s320/P1010021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255183672893766834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/SO4ptRRD_LI/AAAAAAAAAGU/NtRd8f37lwc/s320/P1010033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255183685373828418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/SO4pt_winUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/F9tVo9m4oG8/s320/P1010055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the birthdays...we had a celebration week in August. Sterling and I had our 13th anniversary, followed by my bday on the 24th, Sterling's on the 25th, and Austin's on the 26th. I wish his birthday was first in line, we are pretty partied and caked out when its his day. But everyone needs cake on their birthday. I won't give mine up! Gavin's birthday was just this week, he wanted the United States on his cake. We put the nine candles in states he has been.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255185379218547986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/SO4rQl0l5RI/AAAAAAAAAGk/xo8p9cDm2u4/s320/P1010003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255185384529891442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/SO4rQ5m6kHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pQTfoad2rrk/s320/P1010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This past weekend we headed up to Breckenridge for fun. We were able to see the aspen trees changing colors. It was really pretty. We hung out in the hotel pool a lot. It was fun to get away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All caught up! Let's hope for at least a monthly post from here on out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4946331435005115754-5542415791706710447?l=fivefroggies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/5542415791706710447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4946331435005115754&amp;postID=5542415791706710447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/5542415791706710447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/5542415791706710447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/2008/10/five-months-later.html' title='Five Months Later'/><author><name>Five Froggies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvJMRHKd94I/AAAAAAAAABU/n1Dtona1_iA/s200/frog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/SO4lq322prI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ptVyFIHDeUc/s72-c/P1010021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946331435005115754.post-4008914183858146722</id><published>2008-05-01T17:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:28:42.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The First of May</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/SBpSIQvmocI/AAAAAAAAADk/lHBEKszrAgg/s160/P1010014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Austin says we need to set up the Christmas tree.  How do you explain this weather to a 3 year old?  He just doesn't get it.  It was warm, now it's cold and snowy, must be winter again.  Bring on Christmas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Mother Nature:  It is May!  Put away the snow!  Pretty please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/SBpSKQvmodI/AAAAAAAAADs/jgWzY2qoT9A/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/SBpSKgvmoeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JqbuDHscZLE/s1600-h/P1010016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4946331435005115754-4008914183858146722?l=fivefroggies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/4008914183858146722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4946331435005115754&amp;postID=4008914183858146722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/4008914183858146722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/4008914183858146722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-of-may.html' title='The First of May'/><author><name>Five Froggies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvJMRHKd94I/AAAAAAAAABU/n1Dtona1_iA/s200/frog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/SBpSIQvmocI/AAAAAAAAADk/lHBEKszrAgg/s72-c/P1010014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946331435005115754.post-786198288467649501</id><published>2008-02-15T09:46:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:26:22.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gavin'/><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>We all need a little passion in our life, right? Not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; kind of passion! I mean the passion for things we feel strongly about, the things we love, and the things that inspire us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my boy Gavin is a passionate boy. When he loves something, he loves it deeply. His life is turned upside down by his loves. As a tiny thing of barely two, his first big love was dinosaurs. Have you ever heard a sweet little two year old say, "Parasauralophus?" Precious. Oh, I never knew SOOO much about dinosaurs as I do now. This love has definately lasted the longest. For a good 4 years, that was his true love. For discipline, I would take away dinosaurs. Sometimes ALL things dinosaur - no dino clothes, no dino books, no dino toys, it was a sad day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he grew, his passions for other things began. One year, he absolutely LOVED belts. He would take Daddy's and mine, his, and just play with them all day. I was really thinking about getting 10 belts from Goodwill for Christmas for him that year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was Star Wars. He LOVED Star Wars. He watched the movies all the time, drew pictures, and did pretend play. For Halloween, he was Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a while, he was loving Avatar, he watched the show, collected the guys, drew more pictures, and of course played Avatar at all times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He got very interested in the solar system. His room was painted with space scenes by his aunt. Very awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past year, he was crazy for the Magic Tree House books. While they were under his reading level, he HAD to read them all. We quickly got them all from the library and within weeks, he had read all 38 books. He even had memorized which number was which title. It was amazing to ask him what #17 was, and him answer in a matter of seconds, "Tonight on the Titanic."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gavin recently found a new passion. He is watching movies, drawing pictures, playing pretend with his "toys", and, of course, reading the books. Here is a display of some of his passion for the subject:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167257146794968626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R7XI_2nQBjI/AAAAAAAAADM/V2dlP7dA9vw/s320/P1010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167257155384903234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R7XJAWnQBkI/AAAAAAAAADU/GOyLLIB7jPE/s320/P1010008-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my boy riding his "broom". Last night, he and his sister had a quidditch match. It was quite exciting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167257163974837842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R7XJA2nQBlI/AAAAAAAAADc/rJES27m36R0/s320/P1010010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What, you don't know who this group is? Why it is Harry, Ron, and Hermione! Harry (cat), Hermione (McDonald's toy from Chronicles of Narnia), and Ron (Imaginext toy). I MUST get him some real toys! Or at least get him a new Harry!!! Ewwww. Harry needs a bath! I love seeing him with a belt (Still loves his belt!) playing book #2, with the snake. It is very entertaining.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love how he shares his passion with the whole family. We all love dinosaurs, all 4 older kids have lightsabers, they love watching Avatar together, and both Morgan and Gavin are reading Harry Potter together. They are now finishing book #3.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love Gavin's passion. I hope he grows up to be passionate about his life, his education, his career, his family, and his goals. I need to catch a little bit of his passion for things. &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/4946331435005115754-786198288467649501?l=fivefroggies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/786198288467649501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4946331435005115754&amp;postID=786198288467649501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/786198288467649501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/786198288467649501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/2008/02/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Five Froggies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvJMRHKd94I/AAAAAAAAABU/n1Dtona1_iA/s200/frog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R7XI_2nQBjI/AAAAAAAAADM/V2dlP7dA9vw/s72-c/P1010009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946331435005115754.post-5683011703046509091</id><published>2008-02-04T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T08:58:42.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hinkley Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book of Mormon'/><title type='text'>Accepting The Hinkley Challenge</title><content type='html'>I got a forward today. To celebrate the life of President Gordon B. Hinkley, there is a challenge going around to read the Book of Mormon in 97 days. I'm going to do it. I haven't even begun to read this year, and honestly, I haven't completed the Book of Mormon since President Hinkley gave us the last challenge (I started back up as soon as I finished, but the farthest I got was in the thick of Alma, or was it 3rd Nephi?). This will be a wonderful thing for me. A little gift to celebrate a great man. As of today, there were over 8,000 people signed up to do the challenge. I'm keeping track of my progress at the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the email message I recieved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, our beloved prophet, Gordon B.Hinckley passed away at the age of 97. His funeral will be on Saturday, February 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of how I could honor his legacy and I came up with an idea. My friend and I have created a challenge for those willing to accept it: Read the Book of Mormon in 97 days. We are trying to get everyone to start on the same day. Here are the details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.hinckleychallenge.com/"&gt;http://www.hinckleychallenge.com/&lt;/a&gt; and create an account (free, of course). On Feb 4, 2008 (the Monday following the funeral) have an FHE lesson on the Book of Mormon and begin your reading. Each day you read, record what page number you are on by going to &lt;a href="http://www.hinckleychallenge.com/"&gt;http://www.hinckleychallenge.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would like this challenge to be heard all around the world! Please forward this message to everyone you know. We would love to see over 1 million pages of the Book of Mormon read by the time this challenge has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to show your support? Do you want to follow the prophet? Do you want to get rid of all of your excuses for not reading and become a warrior? Then join me in this challenge!!!&lt;br /&gt;We are going to spread this throughout the news media (TV and radio) and we've already contacted Fox news, KSL, CBS, and ABC. But we cannot get the word out to everyone without your help! Please forward this on to EVERYONE in your address book. Time is of the essence!! This will be the one forwarded message that everyone will be happy to get :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hinckleychallenge.com/createUser.php"&gt;http://www.hinckleychallenge.com/createUser.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jake Andersen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You can always see an updated list of those who have accepted the challenge by clicking here (&lt;a href="http://www.hinckleychallenge.com/warriors.php"&gt;www.hinckleychallenge.com/warriors.php&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I go to read, only 5.5 pages a day to finish by May 11, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4946331435005115754-5683011703046509091?l=fivefroggies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/5683011703046509091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4946331435005115754&amp;postID=5683011703046509091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/5683011703046509091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/5683011703046509091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/2008/02/accepting-hinkley-challenge.html' title='Accepting The Hinkley Challenge'/><author><name>Five Froggies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvJMRHKd94I/AAAAAAAAABU/n1Dtona1_iA/s200/frog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946331435005115754.post-5721540702284275866</id><published>2008-01-17T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T13:08:49.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are all going to die...</title><content type='html'>Austin's first day in Sunbeams was last week.  He missed the week before with a runny nose.  Well, it was a rough day for the little guy.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt;, his sunbeam teacher mentioned to the kids about how after they die, they will go to heaven.  Well, Austin didn't want to DIE!  He got very upset and cried and cried.  Poor little guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Austin, welcome to the REAL world.  You are three years old now.  No more nursery lessons about "having eyes" or being "thankful for fish"!  It's time to hit you with the big stuff.  DEATH!  Welcome to Primary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time to repeat that "Plan of Happiness" lesson for Family Home Evening?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4946331435005115754-5721540702284275866?l=fivefroggies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/5721540702284275866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4946331435005115754&amp;postID=5721540702284275866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/5721540702284275866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/5721540702284275866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-are-all-going-to-die.html' title='We are all going to die...'/><author><name>Five Froggies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvJMRHKd94I/AAAAAAAAABU/n1Dtona1_iA/s200/frog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946331435005115754.post-6186788191153909546</id><published>2007-12-18T13:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:56:35.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch, Ouch, Ouch and an Orange</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning, I was carrying Camryn and going down the stairs. On the last couple of stairs I stepped wrong (foot turned sideways toward my ankle) and fell crashing down with Camryn onto the carpet and tile entryway. Oh, it hurt soooo bad. I was crying out in pain, flailing around. Cami was howling. I was worried I had slammed onto her and broken her arm or leg in the fall. Luckily, she checked out fine. Just scared and slightly bumped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan and Gavin had already left for school. Reagan was asleep. So I was crying and asking Austin to come help me. Austin came over and the little stinker thought I was faking it! He started laughing at me, telling me I could walk, just get up, Mommy! I was asking him to bring me a pillow for my foot. Or bring me the phone to call Daddy. Or to bring me some frozen peas from the freezer. He just didn't get that I was really hurt. Then he laughed at Cami who was still very upset over my crying and wailing and calling for help. Her nose was a runny mess and she was doing a crazy, upset cry. So then I started crying for Reagan to wake up and come help me. Please come, Reagan! But sleeping beauty would not wake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin finally decided that maybe he would have to help me. He ended up being quite the hero. He brought me a pillow, then he went to the fridge and came back saying, "You wanted something very cold to eat?" and carrying an ORANGE! What a sweet kid. He finally got both the frozen peas and the phone for me. What a little man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I gave myself a very bad sprain. Definitely not the week for hobbling around the house, when I should be hitting the stores, but it will all get done. It really could have been so much worse. What if I fell at the top of the stairs, or both Camryn and I had broken bones? So I'm glad for that. And what if Austin had been asleep? Who would have helped me and brought me an orange???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4946331435005115754-6186788191153909546?l=fivefroggies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/6186788191153909546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4946331435005115754&amp;postID=6186788191153909546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/6186788191153909546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/6186788191153909546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/2007/12/ouch-ouch-ouch-and-orange.html' title='Ouch, Ouch, Ouch and an Orange'/><author><name>Five Froggies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvJMRHKd94I/AAAAAAAAABU/n1Dtona1_iA/s200/frog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946331435005115754.post-3878843306417691839</id><published>2007-11-19T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:35:47.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuck, Tuck, Tuck</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was our Primary program.  The three older kids did a great job in memorizing their lines and speaking clearly.  Gavin's class got up to sing a song about baptism.  As they gathered around the microphone, Gavin was unfortunately off to the side behind the group of kids.  As they began singing, he started tucking in his shirt (which was actually already tucked in pretty nice).  He got in a few words of the song, and continued to tuck.  A couple more words, tuck, tuck, tuck.  Sterling and I got a good laugh out of watching our boy tuck in his shirt the WHOLE song.  But didn't he look nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4946331435005115754-3878843306417691839?l=fivefroggies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/3878843306417691839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4946331435005115754&amp;postID=3878843306417691839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/3878843306417691839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/3878843306417691839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/2007/11/tuck-tuck-tuck.html' title='Tuck, Tuck, Tuck'/><author><name>Five Froggies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvJMRHKd94I/AAAAAAAAABU/n1Dtona1_iA/s200/frog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946331435005115754.post-3657465297643219207</id><published>2007-11-19T15:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:29:46.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Can't Wait Until I'm Eight..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R0INO_zGTFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gDueJ2D78T8/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134681076450872402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R0INO_zGTFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gDueJ2D78T8/s320/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gavin was baptized on Saturday, November 3. We are really proud of him for this big decision he has made. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134681089335774306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R0INPvzGTGI/AAAAAAAAADE/qA--dyPN9HA/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's a shot of the cousins at the baptism. Isn't family fun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134680518105123906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R0IMufzGTEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/n3J1kaKq7c0/s320/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mom, Dad, and Gavin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4946331435005115754-3657465297643219207?l=fivefroggies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/3657465297643219207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4946331435005115754&amp;postID=3657465297643219207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/3657465297643219207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/3657465297643219207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-cant-wait-until-im-eight.html' title='&quot;I Can&apos;t Wait Until I&apos;m Eight...&quot;'/><author><name>Five Froggies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvJMRHKd94I/AAAAAAAAABU/n1Dtona1_iA/s200/frog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R0INO_zGTFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gDueJ2D78T8/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946331435005115754.post-5681661727652602679</id><published>2007-11-19T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:16:45.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooktacularly Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134673109286538146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R0IF_PzGS6I/AAAAAAAAABk/umjz5orMIw8/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, Halloween is &lt;em&gt;so three weeks ago. &lt;/em&gt;Here are the kids' pumpkins. Morgan and Gavin's are in the back, then Cami, Reagan, and Austin are in the front. Spooky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134674187323329458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R0IG9_zGS7I/AAAAAAAAABs/mPmhhxNOGVk/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morgan - Mummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R0IHqfzGS8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/MfcLZQAsuDY/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134674951827508162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R0IHqfzGS8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/MfcLZQAsuDY/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gavin - Emperor Palpatine (Star Wars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R0IHq_zGS9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/j8t3xHfO8Ws/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134674960417442770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R0IHq_zGS9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/j8t3xHfO8Ws/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reagan - Witch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R0IHrPzGS-I/AAAAAAAAACE/LqKIJ6CK7II/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134674964712410082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R0IHrPzGS-I/AAAAAAAAACE/LqKIJ6CK7II/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Austin - Sorcerer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R0IHsvzGS_I/AAAAAAAAACM/a6z3eyXH4hc/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134674990482213874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R0IHsvzGS_I/AAAAAAAAACM/a6z3eyXH4hc/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camryn - Pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R0IHtPzGTAI/AAAAAAAAACU/u-z17LdjDKE/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134674999072148482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R0IHtPzGTAI/AAAAAAAAACU/u-z17LdjDKE/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4946331435005115754-5681661727652602679?l=fivefroggies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/5681661727652602679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4946331435005115754&amp;postID=5681661727652602679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/5681661727652602679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/5681661727652602679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/2007/11/spooktacularly-late.html' title='Spooktacularly Late'/><author><name>Five Froggies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvJMRHKd94I/AAAAAAAAABU/n1Dtona1_iA/s200/frog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/R0IF_PzGS6I/AAAAAAAAABk/umjz5orMIw8/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946331435005115754.post-3403436235635273268</id><published>2007-09-19T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T12:25:43.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School - The Final Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvFppHKd92I/AAAAAAAAABE/YCpipqofVc8/s1600-h/P1010005-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvFppHKd92I/AAAAAAAAABE/YCpipqofVc8/s320/P1010005-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin started school last month.  When I took these pictures, it was hard for me to get a shot of him standing still.  He was THAT excited!  The first one is him jumping and saying "Cheese!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvFpp3Kd93I/AAAAAAAAABM/lmneYMO_940/s1600-h/P1010008-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvFpp3Kd93I/AAAAAAAAABM/lmneYMO_940/s320/P1010008-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is very excited to be going to "school" like his bigger sisters and brother.  Have a good year, AustinBoy!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4946331435005115754-3403436235635273268?l=fivefroggies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/3403436235635273268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4946331435005115754&amp;postID=3403436235635273268' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/3403436235635273268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/3403436235635273268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-to-school-final-chapter.html' title='Back to School - The Final Chapter'/><author><name>Five Froggies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvJMRHKd94I/AAAAAAAAABU/n1Dtona1_iA/s200/frog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvFppHKd92I/AAAAAAAAABE/YCpipqofVc8/s72-c/P1010005-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946331435005115754.post-4964601891287614548</id><published>2007-08-24T15:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T15:17:29.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/Rs9JIXaPhII/AAAAAAAAAAs/vESLLtJUkOQ/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/Rs9JIXaPhII/AAAAAAAAAAs/vESLLtJUkOQ/s320/P1010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Reagan started Kindergarten last week. I can't believe my third child has begun school! She loves it! She is in the afternoon class with Ms. Pacheco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/Rs9JJHaPhJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/z22qYv50kRY/s1600-h/P1010010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/Rs9JJHaPhJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/z22qYv50kRY/s320/P1010010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;So I walk her with the two little ones, the school is just a 10 minutes away from the house. Then, she walks home with the older two after school. On the first day, I asked her if she wanted me to pick her up or walk home with Morgan and Gavin. She was all ready to be a big kid and go with her sibs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/Rs9JJ3aPhKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2cU4Ua8sdYQ/s1600-h/P1010013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/Rs9JJ3aPhKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2cU4Ua8sdYQ/s320/P1010013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off she goes! Have a great year Miss Reagie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;When we returned home, Austin asked if he was going to his school now.  When I told him he wasn't, he threw himself down on the ground and cried and cried.  Poor guy.  He will begin a "home preshool" next week with 5 other kids from our church and nearby wards.  Each mom will switch off teaching each week (2 times a week).  I think he will enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4946331435005115754-4964601891287614548?l=fivefroggies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/4964601891287614548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4946331435005115754&amp;postID=4964601891287614548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/4964601891287614548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/4964601891287614548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-school-part-2.html' title='Back to School - Part 2'/><author><name>Five Froggies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvJMRHKd94I/AAAAAAAAABU/n1Dtona1_iA/s200/frog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/Rs9JIXaPhII/AAAAAAAAAAs/vESLLtJUkOQ/s72-c/P1010008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946331435005115754.post-4579071237614421236</id><published>2007-08-10T10:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:34:31.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RryTkpnFPMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5huYcQZ1XOQ/s1600-h/P1010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RryTkpnFPMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5huYcQZ1XOQ/s320/P1010002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids started back to school this week.  It's a happy and sad time for Mom.  One the one hand, summer was getting boring and the pestering had started.  On the other hand, it is hard to send your kids off  for the majority of the day.  It's sad to realize they are spending more time with teachers and peers than you and the family.  You hope the world is kind to your kids.  You hope your kids are ready for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RryTlZnFPOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7CwPcDNTDNM/s1600-h/P1010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RryTlZnFPOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7CwPcDNTDNM/s320/P1010004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan is starting 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RryTl5nFPPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mwbzVZRiY-E/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RryTl5nFPPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mwbzVZRiY-E/s320/P1010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin will be a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I have one more week before Reagan starts Kindergarten.  She went to her screening this week.  I was shocked by how much more vigorous the screening has become since Morgan and Gavin were in K.  I prepared her by telling her the teacher would ask her to count, her colors, her shapes, some letters, etc.  It was ALL the letters, ALL the sounds, writing, reading, repeating sentences, counting, addition, and subtraction.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whew&lt;/span&gt;!  Kindergarten is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; NOT like the kindergarten I went to 25 years ago!  Remember snacks and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt;?  Remember dress-ups and the playground?  I'm sad that Reagan won't get that.  But she is ready and excited to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great year kids!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4946331435005115754-4579071237614421236?l=fivefroggies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/4579071237614421236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4946331435005115754&amp;postID=4579071237614421236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/4579071237614421236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/4579071237614421236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Five Froggies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvJMRHKd94I/AAAAAAAAABU/n1Dtona1_iA/s200/frog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RryTkpnFPMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5huYcQZ1XOQ/s72-c/P1010002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946331435005115754.post-1003250087373505825</id><published>2007-08-06T11:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T13:06:06.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation from....</title><content type='html'>We went on a little mini-vacation last Friday. We wanted to get away, and hadn't taken a trip all summer with ball. Before we knew it, summer was almost over, so we went, with a little less planning, sorta spontaneous. We planned to go to Colorado Springs (about an hour away). Stay the night in a hotel with a pool. Maybe ride the cog railway train up Pike's Peak. Maybe see the cliff dwellings. The zoo. Just enjoy a couple days away and then be back Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Thursday was spent doing back to school shopping, cause I didn't want to leave it for the day before school. I didn't want all the supplies to be gone and have to go to multiple stores. So Friday morning was spent packing and getting ready for the mini-trip. Off to a late start, we head out around noon. Our first stop was to McDonald's. All good. Happy meals. Happy kids. Back in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive down was nice. It started to rain during the drive, so we wondered if doing Pike's Peak would be good. As we drive into the city the raining turns into flash flooding. TONS of water all over the edges of the streets, little rivers flowing from the hilly areas. All a nice reddish color from the red rocks in the area. We had some time before the Pike's Peak thing, so we decided to find a hotel. Sterling is jumping in and out at various hotels in the heavy rains to no vacancy or rooms that wouldn't work - smoking, across the hotel from each other, etc. Most places were booked. These hotels were located nearer to Pike's Peak, so we decided maybe downtown would be better. So we drive closer to downtown, the rain is lighter, but traffic is bad. And the traffic lights seem to be on red forever. We don't want to miss our time for Pike's Peak, so we turn back around and head to the railway with a sad, hungry baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we get there, it's about 3:30. I feed Miss Cami and then we sit and wonder if we should indeed go up the mountain. The rain is light, but it is really overcast and cloudy up the peak. If we go up to the top, it would be nice to look around and SEE stuff. And it's a pricey ride, so we should probably go up in nicer weather. We call family who check out things on radar, it doesn't look like it will clear soon. We finally decide to come back and try it tomorrow with nicer weather. Off we go to find a hotel and maybe take a swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get ourselves back to downtown Colorado Springs and search around for the hotels. No vacancy. No vacancy. Smoky rooms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scanky&lt;/span&gt; area/hotel. No vacancy. Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kiddoes&lt;/span&gt;. By this time is is 5 o'clock. So basically 5 hours in the car. They are asking if we have a hotel yet. Do they have room for us here? Sad. So at one hotel, he called around and found that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Marriot&lt;/span&gt; had 2 rooms (not joining) with king beds in each. More pricey than planning. Sterling and I would have to be in separate rooms, the kids would be in separate rooms. We decide no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we are driving around we ask the kids to rate the vacation, with 1 being the absolute worst and 10 being the best. Morgan piped up right away with 1, then changed to a 2. Gavin was a 2. Reagan was a 4. Sterling said how they were being such great kids and it was about to get a lot better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sterling saw a fun place (mini golf, games, batting cages, etc.) so we turn to head over there, so the kids can get out of the car and do something FUN. Just let's get out of the car! We drive over to the parking area and it is OUT. OF. BUSINESS. Ugh. Chained up, graffiti on the sign. Nice. However, right next door is a BBQ place. Let's get dinner and then figure out what we will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ place, kinda scuzzy. You walk in to the bar area and then they led us back to a tiny room off the side with 4 round tables - two pushed together for us. The food was alright, the atmosphere, not so much. Sticky tables, had a spill of lemonade and the lady came in with a smelly rag to wipe it up. But we were filled. We figure we will start driving towards home and maybe stop at a hotel along the way if we see something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start the drive home. Can you imagine? Don't you just want to cry? We make a call to a couple places in route - no rooms. And finally figure we will just drive home, stay at home and start fresh tomorrow. Home? After all the packing? Home? After all the driving around? Home? By this time Cami is screaming, fun is definitely over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get home and as we pull up Sterling says, "We're at our hotel, guys!" We had a really fun night pretending our home was a special "family suite". Austin fell asleep in the car, so he went right to bed in his private room. The kids decided to sleep all together in the TV room - with leather couches, nice! And toys! And a private swimming pool in the backyard - sweet! The kids had room service (popcorn, soda, and candy) and a movie party. Things seemed to be picking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning was waffles. Lucky Daddy had breakfast in bed. Room service rocked! I think at breakfast we got a 7 on the rating scale. The day passed. Sleeping in, nap for the baby, kids swimming, and it quickly was lunch time. We ate lunch there - by this time mom was ready to leave the hotel. Were we really going to drive back down to Colorado Springs? The idea of getting into the car did not sound fun, so I thought playing mini golf in town would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was. We had a good time hitting balls, Austin lasted a few holes before he was more interested in the fountains and other water features. Reagan almost did the full 18 holes. It was good. A few hole-in-ones from the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to dinner at the Trail Dust Steakhouse. A live country band. A big slide for the kids to enjoy. And steak and potatoes. So that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we pulled up to the driveway, the kids asked if we were staying at the hotel or going home. How cute is that? We're going home, kids. Vacation is over. Sterling asked Reagan what her favorite part of the vacation was. She said "Golf. Cause that's all we really did." Very true. Mini-golf, eating, and driving. But a memory to last a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4946331435005115754-1003250087373505825?l=fivefroggies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/1003250087373505825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4946331435005115754&amp;postID=1003250087373505825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/1003250087373505825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/1003250087373505825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/2007/08/vacation-from.html' title='Vacation from....'/><author><name>Five Froggies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvJMRHKd94I/AAAAAAAAABU/n1Dtona1_iA/s200/frog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946331435005115754.post-7914363759833570389</id><published>2007-07-20T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:37:00.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping in AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>Okay, a little trouble with current writing.  Is it the 5 kids?  Is it computer issues?  Probably both.  We recently entered the world of high speed internet on a new computer.  Fun, fun!  So we'll see if I can capture live with my 5 now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had our fifth child.  She was born New Year's Eve of 2006.  We named her Camryn Eve.  She is a delight.  Her mommy and daddy love her.  Her brothers and sisters adore her as well.  It's amazing how much love you can feel with a new baby in the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is now 6 months old.  Starting to scoot around with her toes.  Starting to eat every little thing in sight - 3 incidences today (marble, wrapper, and carpet fiber).  Time to put away everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are busy with ball this summer - baseball, softball, and t-ball.  Every day, with the exception of Fridays and Sundays, have either practice or games.  It is fun to watch the kids improve on their skills.  Daddy has enjoyed working with them on hitting and catching.  Play ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only have 2 more weeks until school begins.  Time to try to fit all those "fun trips" in - the museum, the zoo, the park.  I can't believe I will have 3 in school.  Reagan will be starting K!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4946331435005115754-7914363759833570389?l=fivefroggies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/7914363759833570389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4946331435005115754&amp;postID=7914363759833570389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/7914363759833570389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/7914363759833570389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/2007/07/jumping-in-again.html' title='Jumping in AGAIN!'/><author><name>Five Froggies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvJMRHKd94I/AAAAAAAAABU/n1Dtona1_iA/s200/frog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946331435005115754.post-747244355415531522</id><published>2006-12-14T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T04:32:57.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping Right In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvJMRHKd94I/AAAAAAAAABU/n1Dtona1_iA/s1600-h/frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvJMRHKd94I/AAAAAAAAABU/n1Dtona1_iA/s200/frog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112232383883376514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I love reading blogs, I haven't attempted to start my own. However, with the growth of our family to five children, I feel the need to document my life to remember these moments with our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 4 kids, and in one month, I will be the mother of five children! Wow! That is amazing to say. Five children! While I don't feel I have fully adjusted to being a mother of four, I am ready to welcome this girlie into our home. We are excited to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan is 8, and in the 3rd grade. Gavin is 7, and is in 1st grade. Reagan is 4, and in preschool. Austin is 2, and hangs with me most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also married to a wonderful guy. He is a great dad. He takes great care of us all, and works so hard so I can be home with my froggies. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here we go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4946331435005115754-747244355415531522?l=fivefroggies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/feeds/747244355415531522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4946331435005115754&amp;postID=747244355415531522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/747244355415531522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4946331435005115754/posts/default/747244355415531522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefroggies.blogspot.com/2006/12/jumping-right-in.html' title='Jumping Right In'/><author><name>Five Froggies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvJMRHKd94I/AAAAAAAAABU/n1Dtona1_iA/s200/frog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaFz53wX-Mk/RvJMRHKd94I/AAAAAAAAABU/n1Dtona1_iA/s72-c/frog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
