<?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-4447459840555462672</id><updated>2012-02-02T15:35:44.737-08:00</updated><category term='The Beginning of the Blog'/><category term='Summer&apos;s been BEEHIVED'/><category term='.'/><title type='text'>MADMAX7</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/'/><link 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrMkTsEWRAw/Tyr26dpUrvI/AAAAAAAABY4/WXXqMj2B0Fo/s1600/s+makeup+dark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrMkTsEWRAw/Tyr26dpUrvI/AAAAAAAABY4/WXXqMj2B0Fo/s640/s+makeup+dark.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taken by Taylor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Summer is loving high school.&lt;br /&gt;She has especially been enjoying her dance class.&lt;br /&gt;January was filled with lots of dancing, as her and her classmates prepared for their upcoming show.&lt;br /&gt;She would be dancing on the big stage.&lt;br /&gt;Wearing makeup for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;And spending hours dancing her toes off to get all the moves just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yO-axK3qg6I/Tyr20M9rgKI/AAAAAAAABYw/CFr85kOoh-o/s1600/s+dance1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yO-axK3qg6I/Tyr20M9rgKI/AAAAAAAABYw/CFr85kOoh-o/s640/s+dance1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuzzy girl right in the middle&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DHlrcVZgy20/Tyr2zQjoU7I/AAAAAAAABYo/2EC6FZvLTbQ/s1600/s+dance+finale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DHlrcVZgy20/Tyr2zQjoU7I/AAAAAAAABYo/2EC6FZvLTbQ/s640/s+dance+finale.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finale&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Of course I had to see her perform both nights.&lt;br /&gt;And both nights I just smiled and smiled watching her dance.&lt;br /&gt;Both dances were perfect for her personality.&lt;br /&gt;She was beautiful, graceful, and hip-hop-happening.&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud of her for all the work she put into it.&lt;br /&gt;I was just happy to see her so happy.&lt;br /&gt;And being cool, collected, and so sure of herself, as she always is---&lt;br /&gt;"I wasn't even nervous."&lt;br /&gt;She is sad though that it is all over.&lt;br /&gt;She loves the stage and wants to stick with this dancing thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-4166505570854583840?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/4166505570854583840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2012/02/summers-dance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4166505570854583840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4166505570854583840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2012/02/summers-dance.html' title='Summer&apos;s Dance'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-TrMkTsEWRAw/Tyr26dpUrvI/AAAAAAAABY4/WXXqMj2B0Fo/s72-c/s+makeup+dark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-3980353488723882814</id><published>2012-01-17T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:18:48.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zg_u-LXPLG4/TxW3JJ5VveI/AAAAAAAABYQ/jKCPWRJ_8DQ/s1600/T%252CJC+just+dance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zg_u-LXPLG4/TxW3JJ5VveI/AAAAAAAABYQ/jKCPWRJ_8DQ/s640/T%252CJC+just+dance.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor and Joshua playing "JUST DANCE 2"&lt;br /&gt;"Wall Art to be hung very soon" project in the background.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I can't believe it is another new year!&lt;br /&gt;I know I always get sentimental, but I can't believe how fast time flies by.&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great winter break and I was sad to have my kids go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;I just love spending time with my little family.&lt;br /&gt;My kids make me smile and laugh and I just love being around them.&lt;br /&gt;Our new favorite thing to do together is play "Just Dance."&lt;br /&gt;We all love it- Joshua included.&lt;br /&gt;And Andy loves to be on the computer and watch us get excited about dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Little things like that make me excited about a new year.&lt;br /&gt;My New Year's Resolution is to be more calm and really enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;Calmness and Trust- are words I say to myself multiple times a day.&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed and I have such a blessed life!&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowing down to see it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4kiT6iNhIQ/TxW3LiDx6oI/AAAAAAAABYY/deIgt43_ngk/s1600/kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4kiT6iNhIQ/TxW3LiDx6oI/AAAAAAAABYY/deIgt43_ngk/s640/kids.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that my kids like to hang out with each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday was such a great day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I really really enjoyed it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The kids had the day off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We went bowling as a family, which Joshua loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We hung out watching Angelina Ballerina and Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Went to the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I made a white cake, which Joshua wanted for FHE treat, but I found out, he really just wanted to watch me make a cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(He didn't eat one bite of it. &amp;nbsp;I ate lots of bites of it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We did laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Summer and I made homemade pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And man it tasted so good when dinner came around at 7pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;At Joshua's request, we played musical chairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That got everyone laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kate and I talked in her bed about friend trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I actually plopped on the couch and watched a little Psych before reading in my bed before lights out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm just grasping onto all of these little moments,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;like looking into my children's eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;because time goes by to fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You have to make your own moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I plan on making even more of them in 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm off to a good start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's to 2012, all the ups, downs, and daily life, included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-3980353488723882814?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/3980353488723882814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/3980353488723882814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/3980353488723882814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-new-year.html' title='It&apos;s a New Year!'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-Zg_u-LXPLG4/TxW3JJ5VveI/AAAAAAAABYQ/jKCPWRJ_8DQ/s72-c/T%252CJC+just+dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-8659920966084247203</id><published>2012-01-10T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:17:51.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years in St. George</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9u61jBpCfKA/TxWzWmgy-aI/AAAAAAAABXw/3mol_7qGONk/s1600/gg+maxfield.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9u61jBpCfKA/TxWzWmgy-aI/AAAAAAAABXw/3mol_7qGONk/s640/gg+maxfield.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conrad and Kathleen Maxfield&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I love this photo!&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly how I picture Con and Kathe and this is how my children picture them.&lt;br /&gt;I told you I was excited at Thanksgiving that they bought a home in St. George.&lt;br /&gt;We took the first opportunity we could to visit them, winter break.&lt;br /&gt;The weather and scenery beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;Their new house is in the perfect location, secluded, but close to everything.&lt;br /&gt;The kids really wanted to play in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;We thought, "We can find both sun and snow close to St. George."&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't looking to good-&lt;br /&gt;Too much sunshine meant melted snow and avalanche at Snow Basin with no entry.&lt;br /&gt;But Kate had prayed that none of our plans would go bad.&lt;br /&gt;Her prayer was answered her way.&lt;br /&gt;We drove up and up and found one little snow patch.&lt;br /&gt;Just enough to sled.&lt;br /&gt;We sled for a few hours and ate lunch in the sunshine. ( my camera battery died)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTbtw3SJpt0/TxWzaMTkA9I/AAAAAAAABX4/YOfO-C2aaYo/s1600/gpa%252C+kids+slot+canyon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTbtw3SJpt0/TxWzaMTkA9I/AAAAAAAABX4/YOfO-C2aaYo/s640/gpa%252C+kids+slot+canyon.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hiking in slot canyon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also enjoyed some hiking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And where is Summer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She enjoyed reading, alone, on Gma and Gma's comfy couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOdsfUGopwE/TxWzisktU3I/AAAAAAAABYA/VP6wUm71Vps/s1600/T%252CJB%252CJC%252CK+sand+silo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOdsfUGopwE/TxWzisktU3I/AAAAAAAABYA/VP6wUm71Vps/s640/T%252CJB%252CJC%252CK+sand+silo.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Sandbox&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The kids were bummed we didn't find sand hills,&lt;br /&gt;But we did find this huge sand box.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of holes were digged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGLetvjb_RU/TxWzlbOqP2I/AAAAAAAABYI/qegaqqBBVf8/s1600/kids+gg+house2.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGLetvjb_RU/TxWzlbOqP2I/AAAAAAAABYI/qegaqqBBVf8/s640/kids+gg+house2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We had such a fun weekend with Gma and Gpa Maxfield!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We enjoyed eating together, playing games, going to the movies, walmart trips, and enjoying the nature around them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was great to see them both again so soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And they no we will be knocking on their door again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And of course the car trip was AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love being on the road with my clan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/4447459840555462672-8659920966084247203?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/8659920966084247203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-in-st-george.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/8659920966084247203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/8659920966084247203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-in-st-george.html' title='New Years in St. George'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-9u61jBpCfKA/TxWzWmgy-aI/AAAAAAAABXw/3mol_7qGONk/s72-c/gg+maxfield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-5682880604219828705</id><published>2011-12-30T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T09:40:39.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pKOseZtB3ss/TxWpfXnUa8I/AAAAAAAABWY/9DHVmmK7JIg/s1600/xmas+morn+kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pKOseZtB3ss/TxWpfXnUa8I/AAAAAAAABWY/9DHVmmK7JIg/s1600/xmas+morn+kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Christmas Morning 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Christmas was fun and busy!&lt;br /&gt;Of course I got a cold that week, but &amp;nbsp;I was able to enjoy the spirit of Christmas all month long.&lt;br /&gt;All of the Cardon family was able to be together, which made it even more special.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-Ss531Whoo/TxWpsQKaMgI/AAAAAAAABWg/tfbNF9Tp65I/s1600/jc+sing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-Ss531Whoo/TxWpsQKaMgI/AAAAAAAABWg/tfbNF9Tp65I/s640/jc+sing.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Joshua belting out "Frosty the Snowman"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We love all the Christmas music.&lt;br /&gt;It was nonstop for us the day after Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua especially loves Christmas music.&lt;br /&gt;And &amp;nbsp;I was loving the Michael Buble CD this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-us_TAeku_v8/TxWpw1K8Z8I/AAAAAAAABWo/cDFukEGVTzY/s1600/k+read+dog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-us_TAeku_v8/TxWpw1K8Z8I/AAAAAAAABWo/cDFukEGVTzY/s640/k+read+dog.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kate reading to her new fluffy dog Rover on Christmas morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This year the kids wanted to be Secret Santa's to one another.&lt;br /&gt;They were all so thoughtful in their gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob saw this big fluffy dog and knew Kate would love it.&lt;br /&gt;She did.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to see their excitement in gift giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J4mYEZ14EdI/TxWp3gQSwKI/AAAAAAAABWw/3hqYyCoLx-g/s1600/K%252C+braeden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J4mYEZ14EdI/TxWp3gQSwKI/AAAAAAAABWw/3hqYyCoLx-g/s640/K%252C+braeden.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kate as Mary and baby Braeden as Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We were so excited to have Rachael, Steve, Andrew, Michelle, Drew, and Braeden come to share Christmas with us. &amp;nbsp;The kids were especially excited to meet baby Braeden.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Joshua fell in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;He was more excited about spending time with baby Deborah and Braeden, then anything else about Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;We had fun with all the cousins making carmel apples, gingerbread houses, playing at the park, christmas lights, and eating lots of yummy meals together.&lt;br /&gt;It was especially special to be able to witness Braeden's blessing on Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nMA05S18F_0/TxWp7WxQYVI/AAAAAAAABW4/JNMH74f5qIM/s1600/megan%252Cscott.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nMA05S18F_0/TxWp7WxQYVI/AAAAAAAABW4/JNMH74f5qIM/s640/megan%252Cscott.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Newlyweds- Megan and Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I love how our family keeps growing and growing!&lt;br /&gt;The best Christmas present of all was just spending time with all of my family.&lt;br /&gt;They are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WERwWp8wfPk/TxWq2eedVqI/AAAAAAAABXA/OEP6QOs38XM/s1600/xmas+eve+kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WERwWp8wfPk/TxWq2eedVqI/AAAAAAAABXA/OEP6QOs38XM/s640/xmas+eve+kids.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stanely and Juliette Cardon's posterity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;As always, Christmas Eve was the best at cousin Nicole's.&lt;br /&gt;The house was packed.&lt;br /&gt;This was the first Christmas without either Mita or Papa&lt;br /&gt;And Emily made the point that they must be smiling at us from heaven,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that we still chose to all &amp;nbsp;spend time with one another&lt;br /&gt;Especially on this most special holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvNt6Y05QGc/TxWq6MvG1nI/AAAAAAAABXI/SiCzGcWQCa8/s1600/s%252C+deborah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvNt6Y05QGc/TxWq6MvG1nI/AAAAAAAABXI/SiCzGcWQCa8/s640/s%252C+deborah.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Summer and Deborah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tJhCcjhDLEM/TxWrFTcw1CI/AAAAAAAABXQ/g2j7ITfdMw8/s1600/santa+treats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tJhCcjhDLEM/TxWrFTcw1CI/AAAAAAAABXQ/g2j7ITfdMw8/s640/santa+treats.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Santa is set at the Maxfields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Kate made all of that for Santa.&lt;br /&gt;And we are grateful for all the Christmas magic that still exists in our home.&lt;br /&gt;This year my goal was not to eat too many Christmas treats.&lt;br /&gt;So I made less.&lt;br /&gt;We made sugar cookies and strawberry tarts.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas breakfast consisted of Lucky Charms and stocking candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-saFYAaxN6o4/TxWrI2U2mOI/AAAAAAAABXY/3ZOUxib2vsY/s1600/nativity+kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-saFYAaxN6o4/TxWrI2U2mOI/AAAAAAAABXY/3ZOUxib2vsY/s640/nativity+kids.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Nativity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TVzBJwQRa1A/TxWrpuGZlJI/AAAAAAAABXo/OjyzMHLt_3I/s1600/xmas+candle2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TVzBJwQRa1A/TxWrpuGZlJI/AAAAAAAABXo/OjyzMHLt_3I/s640/xmas+candle2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Christmas Candle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Our family's favorite tradition is the Christmas Candle.&lt;br /&gt;Every night we light it and read scriptures and sing songs about the birth of the Savior.&lt;br /&gt;It keeps us focused on what is really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cbFUI4fC04Q/TxWrURCXc5I/AAAAAAAABXg/j5c8n8XHTLI/s1600/t%252C+alexis+train.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cbFUI4fC04Q/TxWrURCXc5I/AAAAAAAABXg/j5c8n8XHTLI/s640/t%252C+alexis+train.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alexis and Taylor on the Freestone Train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Although we don't have any white Christmases here in Gilbert, AZ -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(We did watch "White Christmas" as it is our tradition on Christmas Eve.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We have lots of sunshine (which our Utah visitors love).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And no matter the weather,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Christmas is still my favorite time of the year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-5682880604219828705?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/5682880604219828705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/5682880604219828705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/5682880604219828705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-pKOseZtB3ss/TxWpfXnUa8I/AAAAAAAABWY/9DHVmmK7JIg/s72-c/xmas+morn+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-1358352169107556365</id><published>2011-12-17T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T09:41:07.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Gingerbread Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tr3mgBFzxAo/TxWoFJ7qQbI/AAAAAAAABWQ/75iMkRgO2gA/s1600/s+friends2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tr3mgBFzxAo/TxWoFJ7qQbI/AAAAAAAABWQ/75iMkRgO2gA/s640/s+friends2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlyn, Summer, Nicole, Kate, Sarah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This year Summer decided to have another gingerbread making party.&lt;br /&gt;She has the cutest friends and their was lots of gift exchanging, laughter, chatting, and candy eating.&lt;br /&gt;Summer was kind enough to let her siblings stay and hang out,&lt;br /&gt;But when the boys started "hovering"- (What boy wouldn't?! &amp;nbsp;Look at these beauties!)&lt;br /&gt;She sent them off the Barnes and Noble with dad.&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun Saturday and I am so grateful Summer has such amazing friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-1358352169107556365?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/1358352169107556365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2012/01/summers-gingerbread-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/1358352169107556365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/1358352169107556365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2012/01/summers-gingerbread-party.html' title='Summer&apos;s Gingerbread Party'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-Tr3mgBFzxAo/TxWoFJ7qQbI/AAAAAAAABWQ/75iMkRgO2gA/s72-c/s+friends2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-4555057385080044418</id><published>2011-12-17T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T08:55:03.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate and Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lw97oIn9B5s/TxWnsqMaS_I/AAAAAAAABWI/XBgB8elH8n4/s1600/k+santa2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lw97oIn9B5s/TxWnsqMaS_I/AAAAAAAABWI/XBgB8elH8n4/s640/k+santa2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"This Christmas I would like my own laptop, please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-4555057385080044418?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/4555057385080044418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/12/kate-and-santa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4555057385080044418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4555057385080044418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/12/kate-and-santa.html' title='Kate and Santa'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-Lw97oIn9B5s/TxWnsqMaS_I/AAAAAAAABWI/XBgB8elH8n4/s72-c/k+santa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-6120915403134484225</id><published>2011-12-17T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T08:52:36.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate's Winter Dance Performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0gRukS36lQc/TxWm0czpJiI/AAAAAAAABWA/149mjb0temw/s1600/k+dance+9-5+end.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="494" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0gRukS36lQc/TxWm0czpJiI/AAAAAAAABWA/149mjb0temw/s640/k+dance+9-5+end.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Jazz It Up Girls perform "9 to 5"&lt;br /&gt;(Kate on far left)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate LOVES to dance!&lt;br /&gt;She decided to add another day of dance to her schedule.&lt;br /&gt;She has been dancing with these 4 other girls since we moved here, so her teacher decided to put them together as a little performing group.&lt;br /&gt;They performed 3 dances, which I thought was a lot for seven year olds to memorize in 3 months, but they did a great job and Kate loves to be on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;It is fun to see her do something she loves and to have friends who love it too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-6120915403134484225?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/6120915403134484225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/12/kates-winter-dance-performance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/6120915403134484225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/6120915403134484225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/12/kates-winter-dance-performance.html' title='Kate&apos;s Winter Dance Performance'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-0gRukS36lQc/TxWm0czpJiI/AAAAAAAABWA/149mjb0temw/s72-c/k+dance+9-5+end.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-4090636268369597360</id><published>2011-12-17T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T08:39:33.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob's Orchestra Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nMWJfkVfrDk/TxWjRfGm_sI/AAAAAAAABVY/wk4ww438K90/s1600/jb+cello+closeup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nMWJfkVfrDk/TxWjRfGm_sI/AAAAAAAABVY/wk4ww438K90/s640/jb+cello+closeup.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Practice...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cAe3ktUOjb8/TxWjU4FJLHI/AAAAAAAABVg/dyCCtcANXIQ/s1600/jb+cello2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cAe3ktUOjb8/TxWjU4FJLHI/AAAAAAAABVg/dyCCtcANXIQ/s640/jb+cello2.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makes Perfect!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Jacob started playing the cello this year.&lt;div&gt;I love to hear him practice. &amp;nbsp;As with everything he is very precise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His concert was fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he was very proud to have taught himself how to play "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is a fabulous cello player!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/4447459840555462672-4090636268369597360?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/4090636268369597360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/12/jacobs-orchestra-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4090636268369597360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4090636268369597360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/12/jacobs-orchestra-concert.html' title='Jacob&apos;s Orchestra Concert'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-nMWJfkVfrDk/TxWjRfGm_sI/AAAAAAAABVY/wk4ww438K90/s72-c/jb+cello+closeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-7206818830364113305</id><published>2011-12-06T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T10:15:42.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Sings at the Mesa AZ Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4WFgDQlL3j8/Tt5bE6xWxuI/AAAAAAAABUw/390OaD-CGb8/s1600/S+sing+temple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4WFgDQlL3j8/Tt5bE6xWxuI/AAAAAAAABUw/390OaD-CGb8/s640/S+sing+temple.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thursday Night, December 1st, &amp;nbsp;Summer had the unique opportunity to sing with the Cornerstone Ward Choir at the Mesa Temple.&lt;br /&gt;Every year thousands of people come to look at the beautiful Christmas lights surrounding the temple and hear the music of so many talented people.&lt;br /&gt;It was cold and it sprinkled a bit before the performance.&lt;br /&gt;We prayed hard that it would stop, and it did.&lt;br /&gt;The choir and orchestra did a beautiful job.&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice start to the holiday season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-7206818830364113305?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/7206818830364113305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/12/summer-sings-at-mesa-az-temple.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/7206818830364113305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/7206818830364113305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/12/summer-sings-at-mesa-az-temple.html' title='Summer Sings at the Mesa AZ Temple'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-4WFgDQlL3j8/Tt5bE6xWxuI/AAAAAAAABUw/390OaD-CGb8/s72-c/S+sing+temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-8170763843979399902</id><published>2011-12-01T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T10:31:10.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxfield Thanksgiving Weekend- St. George, UT</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYMs-CHWp2s/Ttv68ZTagbI/AAAAAAAABUI/j6jbmtZnDJk/s1600/cousins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYMs-CHWp2s/Ttv68ZTagbI/AAAAAAAABUI/j6jbmtZnDJk/s640/cousins.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jacob, Kate, Zachary, and Gabe in Zions National Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What's better than rocks and a stream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It is kind of an unspoken Maxfield tradition that Thanksgiving dinner is eaten Wednesday night&lt;br /&gt;and then the clan meets someplace&lt;br /&gt;where jeeping or hiking can be enjoyed by all.&lt;br /&gt;This year the destination was St. George, UT.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to meet everyone there this year, since 7 hours it a lot less than 12.&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time being with family and &amp;nbsp;enjoying the beauty around us.&lt;br /&gt;We ate lots of yummy food, including a family dinner at The Cracker Barrel,&lt;br /&gt;Where Maxfields were spotted throughout the whole restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;(The only time I have ever eaten at Cracker Barrel was with a Maxfield male present.)&lt;br /&gt;We swam at the hotel pool.&lt;br /&gt;Played with cousins.&lt;br /&gt;Hiked and picniced in Zions.&lt;br /&gt;Andy of course enjoyed a little golfing with Summer, Gary, and Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zZf4q13xKms/Ttv9mb8O67I/AAAAAAAABUQ/DZQODyKQIAg/s1600/golf%252Ct%252Ck%252Cjb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zZf4q13xKms/Ttv9mb8O67I/AAAAAAAABUQ/DZQODyKQIAg/s640/golf%252Ct%252Ck%252Cjb.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIVeGOLXL70/Ttv9oIcUDzI/AAAAAAAABUY/41z52efbhOk/s1600/golf+k.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIVeGOLXL70/Ttv9oIcUDzI/AAAAAAAABUY/41z52efbhOk/s640/golf+k.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even found a fun and beautiful mini course in the middle of the red desert for the rest of us amateurs to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;The highlight for me was waking up early Saturday morning and hiking up to Angels Landing with Summer and Maureen in the freezing temps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G5b99TW_99o/Ttv998Kx0wI/AAAAAAAABUg/YMUEcpiPe9o/s1600/S%252CC+angels+land.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G5b99TW_99o/Ttv998Kx0wI/AAAAAAAABUg/YMUEcpiPe9o/s640/S%252CC+angels+land.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Summer and Christin beginning the trek to Angels Landing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I should say attempted too.&lt;br /&gt;Summer and I had both read "Undaunted" and had read about this hike.&lt;br /&gt;It sounded pretty scary in pioneer times, but I was sure they had made it safer since then.&lt;br /&gt;Andy and I took Summer on the trail in a stroller in a years past on another&lt;br /&gt;Maxfield Thanksgiving excursion.&lt;br /&gt;We made it to the chains and then came back down.&lt;br /&gt;The hike was exhilerating and the view spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you exercising is so much better in the cold, than in the heat.&lt;br /&gt;For a short moment I had flashbacks of running in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that at parts we would be holding to the side of the cliff with chains,&lt;br /&gt;and be just a few feet from the edge where we could easily fall a thousand feet if we weren't careful.&lt;br /&gt;I was fine with that as long as I could look at the rock face and not down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-McsGREysooA/Ttv_Z3ifoOI/AAAAAAAABUo/kdpCPRfo31w/s1600/maureen%252Cs+end.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-McsGREysooA/Ttv_Z3ifoOI/AAAAAAAABUo/kdpCPRfo31w/s640/maureen%252Cs+end.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maureen and Summer&lt;br /&gt;The end of Angels Landing for the 3 of us.&lt;br /&gt;You can see the top in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;However, when we got to the little bridge part where you walk across , chains on just one side of you.&lt;br /&gt;No cliffs to stare at.&lt;br /&gt;Just you walking across a four foot wide expanse of rock.&lt;br /&gt;Being able to see down on both sides.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't going to happen for me.&lt;br /&gt;Summer made it across.&lt;br /&gt;Maureen didn't feel good about it either.&lt;br /&gt;The older I get the more my mind plays with me.&lt;br /&gt;We were so close, but when I saw how vertical the rest of the way was,&lt;br /&gt;and that the only way to make it to the top was to hold on to dear life of a chain.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it wasn't for me.&lt;br /&gt;You really can't see how high up or difficult it is, until you experience it.&lt;br /&gt;Even way down from the road it doesn't look that bad.&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't really envision it just by reading about it.&lt;br /&gt;But I saw the top of that beautiful cliff.&lt;br /&gt;Someday I know Summer will do it.&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't comfortable going solo and I wasn't keen on it either.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of other people venture up to the top.&lt;br /&gt;And the pros told us on their way back down that we hadn't hit the worst.&lt;br /&gt;For me, this cliff will be a place where I imagine that only Angels can land on.&lt;br /&gt;(or those who have no sense of fear)&lt;br /&gt;I would still hike it again.&lt;br /&gt;And still stop in the same spot and take in the amazing view and be in awe of those who make it to the top.&lt;br /&gt;I definitely want to be there to see Summer up there with the Angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all- wonderful trip.&lt;br /&gt;Too short though,&lt;br /&gt;There are so many Maxfields, that a weekend trip only allows a short conversation with each one.&lt;br /&gt;The good news-&lt;br /&gt;Con and Kathe bought a winter home in St. George.&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited to make that less than 7 hour trip again and be able to see them soon.&lt;br /&gt;We love the Maxfield Thanksgiving tradition!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-8170763843979399902?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/8170763843979399902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/12/maxfield-thanksgiving-weekend-st-george.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/8170763843979399902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/8170763843979399902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/12/maxfield-thanksgiving-weekend-st-george.html' title='Maxfield Thanksgiving Weekend- St. George, UT'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-YYMs-CHWp2s/Ttv68ZTagbI/AAAAAAAABUI/j6jbmtZnDJk/s72-c/cousins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-437952438955454455</id><published>2011-11-24T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T14:56:48.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yp3fzezNuNk/Ttv6FXCcg9I/AAAAAAAABUA/IAEhOUmqL-c/s1600/thanks+poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yp3fzezNuNk/Ttv6FXCcg9I/AAAAAAAABUA/IAEhOUmqL-c/s1600/thanks+poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What the Maxfields are thankful for this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Turkey created by Jacob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-437952438955454455?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/437952438955454455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/437952438955454455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/437952438955454455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-yp3fzezNuNk/Ttv6FXCcg9I/AAAAAAAABUA/IAEhOUmqL-c/s72-c/thanks+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-6437467794744200446</id><published>2011-11-22T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T07:20:48.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate and the 2nd Grade Music Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddS-8iiOe8k/Tsu9EM64V0I/AAAAAAAABTw/7lpjGtGGb-M/s1600/K+music+sing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddS-8iiOe8k/Tsu9EM64V0I/AAAAAAAABTw/7lpjGtGGb-M/s640/K+music+sing.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sing it Baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B1ZNwORlC94/Tsu9FEkit-I/AAAAAAAABT4/vnaGIOOwtK4/s1600/K+music+smile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B1ZNwORlC94/Tsu9FEkit-I/AAAAAAAABT4/vnaGIOOwtK4/s640/K+music+smile.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes this cute girl sang her heart out for 35 minutes Thursday night and said her line perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;She loves to perform.&lt;br /&gt;And yes! &amp;nbsp;She even did her own pony tail.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for helping us get into the Thanksgiving Spirt.&lt;br /&gt;"Kate the Great" &amp;nbsp;is what Mrs Montoya calls her-&lt;br /&gt;And we think she is pretty great too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-6437467794744200446?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/6437467794744200446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/11/kate-and-2nd-grade-music-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/6437467794744200446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/6437467794744200446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/11/kate-and-2nd-grade-music-concert.html' title='Kate and the 2nd Grade Music Concert'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-ddS-8iiOe8k/Tsu9EM64V0I/AAAAAAAABTw/7lpjGtGGb-M/s72-c/K+music+sing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-3764294367903078627</id><published>2011-11-22T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T07:22:56.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Year From Groundbreaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fj8gQzkbN0/Tsu5s-66SHI/AAAAAAAABTo/jVEgOayaPW4/s1600/gilbert+temple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fj8gQzkbN0/Tsu5s-66SHI/AAAAAAAABTo/jVEgOayaPW4/s640/gilbert+temple.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Gilbert Temple Site&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It has been one year ago this month since the groundbreaking of the Gilbert Temple.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly my kids weren't very impressed with it.&lt;br /&gt;They thought more would be completed after a year.&lt;br /&gt;"It looks really small." &amp;nbsp;was Taylor's comment.&lt;br /&gt;But as we went inside the construction trailer, where they could see more about what it would look like, they became a bit more interested.&lt;br /&gt;And they all are very excited to see the completed temple.&lt;br /&gt;This was definitely a temple week.&lt;br /&gt;To prepare for Stake Conference, Summer and Taylor both got to do Baptisms this week and I was able to do an Endowment Session.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday night the 3 of us were able to do Baptisms with the Cardon family.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Uncle Kirk, we were able to perform the work for ancestors on Mita's side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;French folks.&lt;br /&gt;The really cool thing was, there were 3 women with the last name "Christin".&lt;br /&gt;My parents had no idea that my name and spelling was actually came from family.&lt;br /&gt;It was a heavenly experience and so fun to be in the temple with family, especially with my 2 sweet children.&lt;br /&gt;And the Nielson's custard made it even more special.&lt;br /&gt;The temple has been on our minds a lot this last week, and I have felt a difference in myself and in our home.&lt;br /&gt;The temple brings so much peace and understanding in my life.&lt;br /&gt;It gives me the "BIG PICTURE" &amp;nbsp;and helps me to focus on what I should be doing and who I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed to have a temple just less that 20 minutes from us and then to have another temple built just less than 15 minutes from us means we are doublely blessed.&lt;br /&gt;It will be exciting to watch the progression of the Gilbert temple in the next year and equally exciting to watch the spiritual growth of my own family as we strive to be worthy to enter the Lord's holy house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-3764294367903078627?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/3764294367903078627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/11/1-year-from-groundbreaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/3764294367903078627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/3764294367903078627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/11/1-year-from-groundbreaking.html' title='1 Year From Groundbreaking'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-6fj8gQzkbN0/Tsu5s-66SHI/AAAAAAAABTo/jVEgOayaPW4/s72-c/gilbert+temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-2656877397129310168</id><published>2011-11-14T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T11:30:54.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Delightful Veteran's Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TCYDrwLgNTY/TsFpmPwmVeI/AAAAAAAABTY/Ijc8M9WlnA0/s1600/P1010485.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TCYDrwLgNTY/TsFpmPwmVeI/AAAAAAAABTY/Ijc8M9WlnA0/s640/P1010485.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jacob snuggly on the most comfy couch ever made, while watching &lt;i&gt;Star Wars&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;You know how some days you can just be doing every day things and it just seems more delightful than other normal days.&lt;br /&gt;Well we had 3 delightful ordinary days.&lt;br /&gt;It truly was just one of those weekends that made me smile the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun to have the kids have a day off of school on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Summer was able to go to her first youth conference.&lt;br /&gt;She was excited to go where cooler weather awaited her.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us had a lazy morning-&lt;br /&gt;slept in, french toast for breakfast, did some chores, watched TV while mom went to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;Kate and Taylor played with friends.&lt;br /&gt;I did a little decorating.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob took a nap on the couch with fuzzy blankets.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua and I went on a date to Baskin Robbins (Nutty Coconut + Pumpkin Pie= Pure Yumminess)&lt;br /&gt;Angels watching over Joshua as he decides to ride his scooter to the park by himself.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't quite check for cars yet.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully he made it home safely (Thank you white truck who stopped for him!)&lt;br /&gt;Andy played the best golf game of his life.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua, Kate, and I spent a few hours at the park.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I have missed the park. &amp;nbsp;It was like spending time with and old friend.&lt;br /&gt;I was so nice to be outside.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor and Andy took down flags for scouts, just in time for sunset.&lt;br /&gt;I made my Grandma Gaisford's clam chowder for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;And we all dipped our crusty bread in it.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor and Jacob went off to the park to play night games with their friends.&lt;br /&gt;Kate and I played 5 rounds of UNO, Andy on the computer, and Joshua stimming with rattle in the background.&lt;br /&gt;Another late night.&lt;br /&gt;A day filled with delightfully ordinary things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was more sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;Toast and Egos for breakfast (Anyone want some of my warm quinoa with raisins?).&lt;br /&gt;Jacob and Taylor came out looking even more handsome after their haircut by Amber.&lt;br /&gt;Let's go on an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;We took a hike- more like a desert walk- up at Usery Pass.&lt;br /&gt;We walked and talked and walked and talked some more.&lt;br /&gt;There was NO whining.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua was fascinated by the horse poop.&lt;br /&gt;He called it wild horse poop.&lt;br /&gt;"Look! &amp;nbsp;That wild horse poop looks like chocolate." (I'm gagging as I write this.)&lt;br /&gt;Kate found a treasured cactus bone.&lt;br /&gt;Gas station stop for a treat.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor-"How about if we make that an annual hike."&lt;br /&gt;Christin-"How about if we make that a monthly hike."&lt;br /&gt;Taylor-"How about if for my Christmas gift I don't have to go on a hike."&lt;br /&gt;Christin_"Hiking is not an option. &amp;nbsp;It is part of being a Maxfield."&lt;br /&gt;Errands for me and more creative thoughts flowing through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Hanging curtains.&lt;br /&gt;Andy making fun of me and making me crack up I almost bust a gut.&lt;br /&gt;Roasting hot dogs and smores for dinner because November is when we can finally bbq out in the cool dark evenings.&lt;br /&gt;Summer coming home with wind burn cheeks-&lt;br /&gt;Telling me about every detail of youth conference and how she was shivering in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;"Even while wearing your coat?"&lt;br /&gt;"What coat?"&lt;br /&gt;(Did I have this same kind of conversation with my own mother?)&lt;br /&gt;Saturday showers and slumbering off to sleep with smiles because we had another&lt;br /&gt;Delightfully &amp;nbsp;ordinary day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- slept in.&lt;br /&gt;Make your own breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Being filled with the Spirit at Church&lt;br /&gt;Summer was called as the Miamaid Secretary. &amp;nbsp;I am so excited for her to be able to serve.&lt;br /&gt;Coco Puffs for lunch. (leftover clam chowder for me)&lt;br /&gt;Being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Read the Conference Edition of the Ensign.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor catching up on his Book of Mormon reading on the living room couch.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday comics.&lt;br /&gt;Eggs and Bacon for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;A loud and laughing game of &lt;i&gt;Apples to Apples&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Homemade oatmeal cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Brush teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;Schedule for the next insanely busy week.&lt;br /&gt;Read in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Slumber off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Again- Delightfully ordinary day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-2656877397129310168?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/2656877397129310168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/11/very-delightful-veterans-day-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/2656877397129310168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/2656877397129310168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/11/very-delightful-veterans-day-weekend.html' title='Very Delightful Veteran&apos;s Day Weekend'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-TCYDrwLgNTY/TsFpmPwmVeI/AAAAAAAABTY/Ijc8M9WlnA0/s72-c/P1010485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-8004312949197543289</id><published>2011-11-07T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T10:36:22.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rjj-EVFrSo/TrgeyXOFZsI/AAAAAAAABQw/8hi_h7dt6T8/s1600/kids+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rjj-EVFrSo/TrgeyXOFZsI/AAAAAAAABQw/8hi_h7dt6T8/s640/kids+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Left to Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vampire Hunter, Kitty Cat, Blue, Beggar, Flynn Rider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trick or Treating is the best in Arizona!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You always know it is going to be good weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year was super fun and pretty easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the kids came up with their own costumes, even Joshua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wanted to be Blue from the movie &lt;i&gt;Rio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We received our annual Halloween package from Gma Maxfield.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a blast at our ward party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what can be better than trick or treating with your cousins?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unless you are a teenager- Summer and Taylor- who enjoyed spending the evening with their friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a little strange only having to keep tabs on my youngest 3 as we walked around the neighborhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I had the best time just watching my 2 cute little nieces, Alexis and Julia, going door to door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They got this trick or treating thing down pat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed when at one house Julia took the Starburst out of her mouth and dropped it in the neighbor's bowl in exchange for a new candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a yummy Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almond Snickers are my new fav.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a few stashed in my night stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few of our favorite pics.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZaFLnySMiY/Trge0DL9seI/AAAAAAAABQ4/iBmILUIEZFE/s1600/S%252CJC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZaFLnySMiY/Trge0DL9seI/AAAAAAAABQ4/iBmILUIEZFE/s640/S%252CJC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Summer is always so creative.&lt;br /&gt;Blue spray paint + Angel wings= an easy Blue bird costume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wpmdi_kbO7g/Trge398KmMI/AAAAAAAABRA/bgUUFCRrUDM/s1600/kids+gpars..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wpmdi_kbO7g/Trge398KmMI/AAAAAAAABRA/bgUUFCRrUDM/s640/kids+gpars..jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gma and Gpa Cardon joined us for our trek around the neighborhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rC6t2D5bh3w/TrgjqLouqXI/AAAAAAAABRY/F95z5kse6ZY/s1600/K+Cat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rC6t2D5bh3w/TrgjqLouqXI/AAAAAAAABRY/F95z5kse6ZY/s640/K+Cat.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Can we do individual shots?"&lt;br /&gt;In case you couldn't tell from the previous pic-&lt;br /&gt;this Kitty loves the camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7fiW5bs9uPE/Trge8sUl54I/AAAAAAAABRQ/U_An9O2kuHg/s1600/JC+K.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7fiW5bs9uPE/Trge8sUl54I/AAAAAAAABRQ/U_An9O2kuHg/s640/JC+K.jpg" width="636" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And of course we got more candy than we could ever eat&lt;br /&gt;or let me say-&lt;br /&gt;SHOULD eat.&lt;br /&gt;And what would Halloween be without some gross gummy eyes?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/4447459840555462672-8004312949197543289?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/8004312949197543289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/8004312949197543289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/8004312949197543289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-8Rjj-EVFrSo/TrgeyXOFZsI/AAAAAAAABQw/8hi_h7dt6T8/s72-c/kids+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-3338778803788196180</id><published>2011-10-29T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:04:37.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time:  Joshua has a Birthday PARTY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t_OqXoKk-0I/TqrE2HWN2TI/AAAAAAAABOg/Jcoz9nlWWtQ/s1600/P1010459.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t_OqXoKk-0I/TqrE2HWN2TI/AAAAAAAABOg/Jcoz9nlWWtQ/s640/P1010459.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made by Kate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Last Saturday Joshua had his first birthday party ever!&lt;br /&gt;Usually birthdays are not a big deal to Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;I always ask him what he wants and his reply is usually to ignore me or say "I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;This year he whispered in my ear, "I want to have a birthday party."&lt;br /&gt;"Wow," &amp;nbsp;I thought. &amp;nbsp;"Friends or family?"&lt;br /&gt;"Friends,"was his smiling reply.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about where we could have his party. &amp;nbsp;He chose his comfort zone-HOME.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about what he could do.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua loves Halloween and Andy gave him the idea to watch one of his fav movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Nightmare Before Christmas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," &amp;nbsp;he said with another smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;"You can invite ANYONE you want," &amp;nbsp;Andy told him.&lt;br /&gt;So for the next couple of weeks when I asked-&lt;br /&gt;"Who do you want to invite to your party?'&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, anyone I want to."&lt;br /&gt;"Well yes, but I need names."&lt;br /&gt;So I explained what invitations were and that we had to give one to his friends so that they would know about the party.&lt;br /&gt;He was a little anxious, so I gave him a deadline of the Sunday before his party.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night came.&lt;br /&gt;"Alright Joshua. &amp;nbsp;Summer is ready to make your invitations. &amp;nbsp;Who do you want to invite?"&lt;br /&gt;Look of uncertainty. &amp;nbsp;Heavy breathing.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm &amp;nbsp;nervous Mom."&lt;br /&gt;"My body feels hot."&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to cry, I hugged him and said, "It's okay to be a little nervous. &amp;nbsp;But Dad and I will be here and so will your bros. and sises. &amp;nbsp;It will be okay."&lt;br /&gt;I scrambled my brain to think of someone he would probably want to invite.&lt;br /&gt;"How about Tim?"&lt;br /&gt;No answer.&lt;br /&gt;"Just tell me yes or no."&lt;br /&gt;After about 10 minutes of heavy breathing, he shook his head "yes".&lt;br /&gt;"Joshua, if you don't want to have a party you don't have to. &amp;nbsp;It's okay we want you to be happy."&lt;br /&gt;"I want to have a party."&lt;br /&gt;Okay. &amp;nbsp;So, Logan came to my mind. &amp;nbsp;His yes reply was much sooner.&lt;br /&gt;I could tell he was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you thinking about?"&lt;br /&gt;He was smiling.&lt;br /&gt;"Is it a boy or a girl?"&lt;br /&gt;"Girl"&lt;br /&gt;"What is her name?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sopia"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want to invite Sophia?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;He came up with Aiden and Brayden all on his own.&lt;br /&gt;The whole process took 1 hour. &amp;nbsp;But he left the kitchen with a smile on his face and feeling more at ease about this party thing.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday comes.&lt;br /&gt;We write down the Saturday schedule.&lt;br /&gt;He is excited to see "3:00 Birthday Party".&lt;br /&gt;We got yeses from Logan, Sophia, and Tim. &amp;nbsp;I was a bit grateful for the smaller group.&lt;br /&gt;3:00pm the doorbell rings.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua panics "I'm nervous!" &lt;br /&gt;"It will be okay."&lt;br /&gt;I open the door and the party begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YvPVdD4384k/TqrE325xzfI/AAAAAAAABOo/rSCG6HWacnk/s1600/P1010460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YvPVdD4384k/TqrE325xzfI/AAAAAAAABOo/rSCG6HWacnk/s640/P1010460.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sophia, Logan, Tim, Joshua&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I can see why Joshua loves his friends so much. &amp;nbsp;They love to be social and he quietly follows them around and lets them take the lead. &amp;nbsp;They are all on the spectrum and have the sweetest spirits you will ever encounter. &amp;nbsp;Tim made sure all the electronics were in check. &amp;nbsp;Sophia made sure the party stayed on schedule-"Let's set the timer for when we open presents." &amp;nbsp;"Let's set the timer for when we can eat donuts." &amp;nbsp;Logan is as much of a fan of &lt;i&gt;The Nightmare Before Christmas &lt;/i&gt;as Joshua so he was enthralled by the movie. &amp;nbsp;They were all excited to give him a gift. &amp;nbsp;I love Sophia's hand written card- &amp;nbsp;"Happy Birthday Joshua. &amp;nbsp;I hope Santa brings you lots of presents." &amp;nbsp;I was smiling at everything these four did and said. &amp;nbsp;Joshua didn't say much, but he seemed to enjoy being with his friends. &amp;nbsp;Interacting with his peers is hard for him, but he seemed truly content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qHwbXQimxAM/TqrE5MSg21I/AAAAAAAABOw/LNeq6veuYeM/s1600/P1010463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qHwbXQimxAM/TqrE5MSg21I/AAAAAAAABOw/LNeq6veuYeM/s640/P1010463.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just look at that face!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Summer, Taylor, Jacob, and Kate were the best hosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were calm and helpful and just on their sweetest behavior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it was a success and one of the most delightful hour and a halves I have ever spent.&lt;br /&gt;I was just so proud of him! To do something that scares him practically into a panic attack is simply&lt;br /&gt;COURAGEOUS.&lt;br /&gt;Having autism is hard, but it's not going to stop this boy from making his wishes come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows what he will do next?!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a park play date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-3338778803788196180?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/3338778803788196180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/10/first-time-joshua-has-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/3338778803788196180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/3338778803788196180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/10/first-time-joshua-has-birthday-party.html' title='First Time:  Joshua has a Birthday PARTY!'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-t_OqXoKk-0I/TqrE2HWN2TI/AAAAAAAABOg/Jcoz9nlWWtQ/s72-c/P1010459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-486428553671688150</id><published>2011-10-18T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T10:29:45.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua's 9th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8o3oJe4ymM/Tp2w24juJEI/AAAAAAAABMA/-QYO2c2LrK4/s1600/JC+candles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8o3oJe4ymM/Tp2w24juJEI/AAAAAAAABMA/-QYO2c2LrK4/s640/JC+candles.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the first year Joshua anticipated his birthday!&lt;br /&gt;He was excited for the calendar to change from September to October.&lt;br /&gt;We counted down starting October 1st.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the days I could hear him whispering to himself-"7 days until my birthday.", etc.&lt;br /&gt;He really wanted to bring Halloween cupcakes to share with his class and he wanted them to sing Happy Birthday to him.&lt;br /&gt;Again another first.&lt;br /&gt;So I ordered white cupcakes with orange frosting, chocolate sprinkles, and halloween rings on top.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing he said when he walked in from school was "I have seven cupcakes left. &amp;nbsp;It was Cal's birthday too and my class sang Happy Birthday to me."&lt;br /&gt;He was so happy, but went off to his normal routine like any other normal day.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he loved the cupcakes because he took one of the leftovers and stuffed the whole thing in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;He was super happy when I told him instead of doing homework (he hates homework) he was going to the store with Dad to buy a DVD for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!" he whispered under his breath.&lt;br /&gt;He bought Gnomeo and Juliet and watched it on the lap top until dinner.&lt;br /&gt;We ate pita pizza, ravioli, and strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;We started talking about when everyone was born.&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you talking about being born?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because that is why we celebrate birthdays Josh."&lt;br /&gt;Gma and Gpa Cardon came over.&lt;br /&gt;He opened his presents, which he likes doing, but like a young toddler who cares more about the paper than the gift, he went back to running back and forth and playing with rattle.&lt;br /&gt;We all stayed calm and cool, so that he would feel calm.&lt;br /&gt;He did get a scooter, helmet, and some nice cards from his sisters .&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Kate made him a homemade "rattle" &amp;nbsp;just like Joshua's favorite toy.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua wanted to put the candles on the cake and light them, but first he had to count all of the candles in the box.&lt;br /&gt;While lighting the candles he burned himself (not serious) and needed to take a sad break after blowing out the candles.&lt;br /&gt;He then ate his chocolate cake and mint ice cream and went back to stimming with his red "rattle" (it's a plastic snake)&lt;br /&gt;When I tucked him in bed I showed him a picture of him when he was a newborn.&lt;br /&gt;I thought he would like to see it because he is really into talking about and watching newborn babies ever since his cousin Deborah was born.&lt;br /&gt;When he saw a newborn picture of Kate, he was much more interested in it because-&lt;br /&gt;"Look!" Kate looks like Deborah"&lt;br /&gt;As always he went to bed with a smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;He still doesn't completely understand birthdays or the whole fuss, but he had a very&lt;br /&gt;Happy Day!&lt;br /&gt;And I am just so happy this little/big guy is in our family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-486428553671688150?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/486428553671688150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/10/joshuas-9th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/486428553671688150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/486428553671688150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/10/joshuas-9th-birthday.html' title='Joshua&apos;s 9th Birthday!'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-t8o3oJe4ymM/Tp2w24juJEI/AAAAAAAABMA/-QYO2c2LrK4/s72-c/JC+candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-3730366998116790869</id><published>2011-10-18T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T09:58:57.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break- Tuscon Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9BgjLa3eO1c/Tp2rb3wMz9I/AAAAAAAABLA/lAlDkLTpIw0/s1600/view+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9BgjLa3eO1c/Tp2rb3wMz9I/AAAAAAAABLA/lAlDkLTpIw0/s640/view+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from Mount Lemon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This year for Fall Break we chose not to go to Utah since we are going there for Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;When we found a great Groupon for a hotel suite in Tuscon, AZ, we decided to take a short trip and check it out.&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed our beautiful hotel by swimming, relaxing in the shade, and watching the Disney channel.&lt;br /&gt;We visited the photography and art museum at the Univeristy of Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;We explored Colassal Cave and felt like we were in a spooky movie.&lt;br /&gt;We drove up Mount Lemon to find cooler weather and a few Fall leaves.&lt;br /&gt;It was only a 45 minute trip to the top of the mountain, and it was amazing the difference in temp for such a short drive.&lt;br /&gt;I was enjoying our trip, but I was a little sad we didn't go to Utah.&lt;br /&gt;I was missing my Fall Fix.&lt;br /&gt;However, when I spotted some aspen trees, my saddened heart was filled with joy.&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed a lovely afternoon among the shaded pine trees.&lt;br /&gt;We saw squirrels, birds, and even a ground mouse.&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely afternoon and a nice break from the heat.&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely my favorite part of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;We drove home, with just enough time for the boys to invite friends over and have a late night of video games and pizza to end their much anticipated Fall Break.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-htNJxfJWHZg/Tp2umpxRUVI/AAAAAAAABLI/rQb8VcdnVzw/s1600/colassal+cave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-htNJxfJWHZg/Tp2umpxRUVI/AAAAAAAABLI/rQb8VcdnVzw/s640/colassal+cave.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dnYNMFZheEc/Tp2rSwv1XII/AAAAAAAABK4/bXVita2FFwA/s1600/kids+cave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dnYNMFZheEc/Tp2rSwv1XII/AAAAAAAABK4/bXVita2FFwA/s640/kids+cave.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colassal Cave&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UWHBogRbJqk/Tp2uqvoZWwI/AAAAAAAABLQ/f-NVj_qaU14/s1600/kids+view.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UWHBogRbJqk/Tp2uqvoZWwI/AAAAAAAABLQ/f-NVj_qaU14/s640/kids+view.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes it is super sunny in AZ!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YUm2IcmkvOc/Tp2vBOr2fdI/AAAAAAAABLo/E79ulWz-x-c/s1600/boys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YUm2IcmkvOc/Tp2vBOr2fdI/AAAAAAAABLo/E79ulWz-x-c/s640/boys.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When is that ground mouse going to come out again?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9vX-i1XoXSo/Tp2uyIVwsFI/AAAAAAAABLY/v_-1LfCJLlw/s1600/k%252Cjb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9vX-i1XoXSo/Tp2uyIVwsFI/AAAAAAAABLY/v_-1LfCJLlw/s640/k%252Cjb.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh there it (ground mouse) is!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--DcEfow2v1Y/Tp2u6suIhmI/AAAAAAAABLg/qcjYhMi0PqI/s1600/jc+stim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--DcEfow2v1Y/Tp2u6suIhmI/AAAAAAAABLg/qcjYhMi0PqI/s640/jc+stim.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Among the sticks. &amp;nbsp;Nature- Joshua's second home.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQUfg0Ohn54/Tp2vEXfcbII/AAAAAAAABLw/uvBoodB1BwE/s1600/S.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQUfg0Ohn54/Tp2vEXfcbII/AAAAAAAABLw/uvBoodB1BwE/s640/S.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful girl in a Beautiful place.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rp4xSmmqIgQ/Tp2wH5Y_RhI/AAAAAAAABL4/UrOkbS8wcWE/s1600/K+candy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rp4xSmmqIgQ/Tp2wH5Y_RhI/AAAAAAAABL4/UrOkbS8wcWE/s640/K+candy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes! &amp;nbsp;We ate lots of sugar on our trip!!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-3730366998116790869?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/3730366998116790869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-break-tuscon-arizona.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/3730366998116790869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/3730366998116790869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-break-tuscon-arizona.html' title='Fall Break- Tuscon Arizona'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-9BgjLa3eO1c/Tp2rb3wMz9I/AAAAAAAABLA/lAlDkLTpIw0/s72-c/view+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-5066362594429577435</id><published>2011-10-18T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T09:36:58.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Proud of Taylor</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zozBK_jmUTM/Tp2oo5wQnjI/AAAAAAAABKw/kKaIecCWaMI/s1600/t+log.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zozBK_jmUTM/Tp2oo5wQnjI/AAAAAAAABKw/kKaIecCWaMI/s640/t+log.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Log Balancing at Mount Lemon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I have been so proud of Taylor since he has started Junior High.&lt;br /&gt;He has really become more responsible for his school work and really has been on top of things.&lt;br /&gt;In the past this has not been one of Taylor's strengths, but he has really been focusing and working hard to make his weakness into a strength.&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely now call him a responsible student.&lt;br /&gt;A month ago Taylor's Social Studies teacher gave them an assignment where they could chose from different Civil War projects to turn in for a total of 60 points and the due date was the beginning of this month.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor was nervous to have such a far off due date.&lt;br /&gt;How was he going to fit this all in along with his regular work?&lt;br /&gt;He chose 3 different projects (none of them included writing).&lt;br /&gt;He managed his time well. &lt;br /&gt;One of his projects was to memorize and recite the Gettysburg Address.&lt;br /&gt;He paced back and forth around the house for many weeks until he got it perfect.&lt;br /&gt;He turned everything in without a word from mom and received an A+ in Social Studies because of it.&lt;br /&gt;I am just so proud of him and I'm excited to see the young man he is becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has ALWAYS been so on top of her school work.&lt;br /&gt;She has set the example and it is so nice to see her brother following it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-5066362594429577435?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/5066362594429577435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-proud-of-taylor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/5066362594429577435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/5066362594429577435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-proud-of-taylor.html' title='So Proud of Taylor'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-zozBK_jmUTM/Tp2oo5wQnjI/AAAAAAAABKw/kKaIecCWaMI/s72-c/t+log.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-4966696921027028285</id><published>2011-10-03T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T20:43:04.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe in Being Honest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RDgaDm6a90I/ToqAjxvoezI/AAAAAAAABKs/_O_LiXo1R2k/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RDgaDm6a90I/ToqAjxvoezI/AAAAAAAABKs/_O_LiXo1R2k/s400/005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kate Maxfield- STUDENT of the WEEK&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Every day Kate marks in her binder what she got on her behavior chart that day- green, yellow, or red- and then Andy or I&amp;nbsp; initial it to say that we saw it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Of course being such a good girl, Kate always has green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The other day I forgot to check Kate's notebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The next day she came up to me before school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"What Kate?"-&amp;nbsp; she is full of smiles and excitement even this early in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"You forgot to sign your name on my behavior chart, so I just copied your name and wrote it down for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She did not see what was wrong with this act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Of course we were rushing and running late, so I just said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Oh Kate, you can't do that.&amp;nbsp; That's my signature not yours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Then she jumped out of the car to get to school before the bell rang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;After that, I realized I could of handled it differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I didn't act mad, but I should of explained it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So I thought about what I should say and then after school I said-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Kate about writing my name-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Mom, I told Ms. Laney that I signed your name and then she circled one of the boxes so she would count that as you not signing your name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And that was that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I was so proud of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She took care of it all by herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;What a courageous and brave thing to do all on her own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I often ask myself how I got such wonderful children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They are much more courageous and stronger than I, always focusing on choosing the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I gave her a proud hug and kiss and we went on with the rest of our crazy afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-4966696921027028285?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/4966696921027028285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-believe-in-being-honest.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4966696921027028285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4966696921027028285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-believe-in-being-honest.html' title='I Believe in Being Honest'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-RDgaDm6a90I/ToqAjxvoezI/AAAAAAAABKs/_O_LiXo1R2k/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-8239588552250466175</id><published>2011-10-03T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T20:23:24.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornerstone Ward Talent Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EAFOWt_tTuI/Top7VB4QxHI/AAAAAAAABKg/3E1DkqSKT2g/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EAFOWt_tTuI/Top7VB4QxHI/AAAAAAAABKg/3E1DkqSKT2g/s400/007.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kate- "Space Cowboys"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTs3sxRw86Q/Top7XMpmL0I/AAAAAAAABKk/Z80c-RnhBYY/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTs3sxRw86Q/Top7XMpmL0I/AAAAAAAABKk/Z80c-RnhBYY/s400/008.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Summer- "The Evolution of Dance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-8239588552250466175?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/8239588552250466175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/10/cornerstone-ward-talent-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/8239588552250466175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/8239588552250466175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/10/cornerstone-ward-talent-show.html' title='Cornerstone Ward Talent Show'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-EAFOWt_tTuI/Top7VB4QxHI/AAAAAAAABKg/3E1DkqSKT2g/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-2678943891046241803</id><published>2011-10-03T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T20:18:06.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Snacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2jPDC3tJ5OY/Top5DN-aW-I/AAAAAAAABKc/XQJzaAhmRIU/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2jPDC3tJ5OY/Top5DN-aW-I/AAAAAAAABKc/XQJzaAhmRIU/s640/004.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cinnamon Tortilla Chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Our new favorite snack is cinnamon tortilla chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Butter tortilla, cinnamon and sugar, cut in strips, cookie sheet, 400 degrees, 10 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They are addictive and we love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Especially with fruit salsa (diced fav fruits with our favorite jam-strawberry).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I love watching my children develop their talents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Summer makes such tasty treats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She is also an amazing photographer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Look at her pretty photo above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She captured the deliciousness of this treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It definitely belongs in a Rachael Ray cookbook or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Oh I am craving these crispy sweet treats right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-2678943891046241803?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/2678943891046241803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/10/summers-snacks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/2678943891046241803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/2678943891046241803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/10/summers-snacks.html' title='Summer&apos;s Snacks'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-2jPDC3tJ5OY/Top5DN-aW-I/AAAAAAAABKc/XQJzaAhmRIU/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-4475118882441483062</id><published>2011-09-29T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T20:28:23.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TRty_4_RbPQ/ToU2Y18oy5I/AAAAAAAABKQ/cfRs9zlzf9E/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TRty_4_RbPQ/ToU2Y18oy5I/AAAAAAAABKQ/cfRs9zlzf9E/s640/003.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Julia, Joshua, Summer, and our newest niece/cousin Deborah Nicole Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Joshua is in love with Deborah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Do unto others as you would have done unto you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;AKA- Treat others the way you want to be treated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Wouldn't the world be such a great place if we all followed that rule consistently?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Oh, but how we forget at times, including myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I knew it was coming, but yesterday Joshua was teased at school for the first time known to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I knew it would come sometime this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Third grade seems to be the year I was told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It must have to do with being 8 and reaching the age of accountability, where now a child can make mistakes, repent, and learn from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The sad thing was, Joshua didn't know he was being made fun of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The good thing was, Joshua didn't know he was being made fun of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He was so excited yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Joshua-"Mom, guess what?&amp;nbsp; At lunch, the girls said raise your hand and say silly things.......&amp;nbsp; And they laughed and I laughed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Me-&amp;nbsp; "Were you having fun?"&amp;nbsp; (Because it didn't sound funny to me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Joshua-"Yes mom.&amp;nbsp; It was funny.&amp;nbsp; They were laughing&amp;nbsp; I was playing with the girls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He was so excited these girls were "playing" with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Now nothing these girls told Joshua to say was bad, but they were not playing appropriately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Telling someone to do something and then laughing at them, is not playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I know these girls.&amp;nbsp; They are sweet girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They were in Joshua's class last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They know him and should be his friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But they weren't being very good friends yesterday, and that made me sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I called his SPICE teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She was upset and said this was happening lately, where the other kids are telling the autistic kids to do something, and of course they do it.&amp;nbsp; They just want to have friends and fit in.&amp;nbsp; They don't understand what is going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Poor Mrs. Jen is always so hopeful that this year will be different, but 3rd grade seems to begin the teasing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The teacher talked to the girls.&amp;nbsp; And of course being good girls they were horrified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Because of the multiple occurances, the social worker is being brought into the 3rd grade to remind them how to treat each other nicely.&amp;nbsp; You know-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Follow the Golden Rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I know this is only the beginning, but it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I don't know how to prepare him for the cruelness of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Tomorrow I will chose not to think of it and continue on with life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I am still full of hope, that the world is mostly filled with good people who just don't understand autism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I guess my mission is to help at least part of the world understand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I sometimes think that the reason why the numbers of people with autism has jumped so high, is so that we can all be reminded of how we should treat one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Different is not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Different is just different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Enjoy the differences and you will find joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;That is what Joshua brings to our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;PURE JOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-4475118882441483062?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/4475118882441483062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/09/golden-rule.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4475118882441483062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4475118882441483062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/09/golden-rule.html' title='The Golden Rule'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-TRty_4_RbPQ/ToU2Y18oy5I/AAAAAAAABKQ/cfRs9zlzf9E/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-4272578659737454734</id><published>2011-09-29T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T20:09:07.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week of September</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHPFrv03Fug/Top355WXHiI/AAAAAAAABKY/OCZ2I0mOu5E/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHPFrv03Fug/Top355WXHiI/AAAAAAAABKY/OCZ2I0mOu5E/s640/006.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kate and Macy playing in the sprinklers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is what we were doing the last week of September------trying to stay cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We had over 100 degree temps all month long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We will even take a 99 degree Fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-4272578659737454734?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/4272578659737454734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/10/kate-and-macy-playing-in-sprinklers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4272578659737454734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4272578659737454734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/10/kate-and-macy-playing-in-sprinklers.html' title='Last Week of September'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-fHPFrv03Fug/Top355WXHiI/AAAAAAAABKY/OCZ2I0mOu5E/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-2260734458258123802</id><published>2011-09-08T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T21:24:30.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DlFedgMMpXw/TmmOaXp8pQI/AAAAAAAABJs/dBiRfNNnsGQ/s1600/t+boogie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DlFedgMMpXw/TmmOaXp8pQI/AAAAAAAABJs/dBiRfNNnsGQ/s640/t+boogie.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah! &amp;nbsp;Taylor is the man!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BWayYKN2JlQ/TmmNQS10yRI/AAAAAAAABJo/uiGAiqfDgxA/s1600/t%252Cjb+boogie2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BWayYKN2JlQ/TmmNQS10yRI/AAAAAAAABJo/uiGAiqfDgxA/s640/t%252Cjb+boogie2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor talked Jacob into boogie boarding-&lt;br /&gt;"If Mom can do it, anyone can."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We decided to take our children to San Diego this Labor Day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get away from this heat and show our children the majestic Pacific.&lt;br /&gt;Summer was the only one of the kidos who had ever seen the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Did they love it?&lt;br /&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;It was especially exciting to see Taylor enjoy himself so much since vacationing isn't his favorite thing.&lt;br /&gt;And boy did he love the boogie boards.&lt;br /&gt;The weather and water were beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;We spent Saturday at the beach all day and yes we got some funky sunburns.&lt;br /&gt;(I forgot we needed sunscreen even with fog.)&lt;br /&gt;The morning was a little chilly, and yes I looked like a dork wearing my fleece, but I have become whimpy since living in AZ.&lt;br /&gt;The sun came out at 1pm and that is when I grabbed the boogie board and faced the frigid water.&lt;br /&gt;I screamed, but had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2RFctoHUb3U/TmmPG8cB3WI/AAAAAAAABJw/spMjRk12-xc/s1600/jc+water+run.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2RFctoHUb3U/TmmPG8cB3WI/AAAAAAAABJw/spMjRk12-xc/s640/jc+water+run.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The big wave tripped me and knocked me over."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_lbLniCORA/TmmPMMGp0PI/AAAAAAAABJ0/MD4CRSoGlpc/s1600/K+jump2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_lbLniCORA/TmmPMMGp0PI/AAAAAAAABJ0/MD4CRSoGlpc/s640/K+jump2.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hip Hip Horray!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ocCr9TRzG0o/TmmPWDnMWiI/AAAAAAAABJ4/6oLk9-HauHg/s1600/jc%252Cs+water.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ocCr9TRzG0o/TmmPWDnMWiI/AAAAAAAABJ4/6oLk9-HauHg/s640/jc%252Cs+water.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Sister Summer and little brother Joshua&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SEte6uM9nYw/TmmPb-L78ZI/AAAAAAAABJ8/8OS8LgzAwqY/s1600/K+seaweed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SEte6uM9nYw/TmmPb-L78ZI/AAAAAAAABJ8/8OS8LgzAwqY/s640/K+seaweed.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kids love seaweed!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LPuzNiMpTxM/TmmPsHL4DMI/AAAAAAAABKA/YgzVK23b-Kg/s1600/boys+sand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LPuzNiMpTxM/TmmPsHL4DMI/AAAAAAAABKA/YgzVK23b-Kg/s640/boys+sand.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so fun watching all 3 boys play together.&lt;br /&gt;"I want to make a big hole."-Joshua&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We had the best day at the beach!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;8 hours of free and fresh entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ppq4yVztufE/TmmQXU9UbvI/AAAAAAAABKE/fG5cUQdNl5g/s1600/temple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ppq4yVztufE/TmmQXU9UbvI/AAAAAAAABKE/fG5cUQdNl5g/s640/temple.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On Sunday we went to the San Diego Temple.&lt;br /&gt;Look how beautiful it is?!&lt;br /&gt;Summer said it didn't look real it was so white.&lt;br /&gt;"Is it made out of posterboard?"&lt;br /&gt;And the sky so blue and weather and air so crisp.&lt;br /&gt;Oh it was like I was in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;We had a lovely and peaceful picnic lunch across from the temple grounds.&lt;br /&gt;The we took a nice drive and drove up the coast&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at the beach in San Clemente.&lt;br /&gt;San Clemente is where we had our Gaisford Family Reunions when I was growing up and lots of memories came flooding back to me.&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday we visited some of our favorite cousins, Rob, Claire, and their 4 sweet girls in Yorba Linda.&lt;br /&gt;We had fun playing games at the park with all of their fun friends.&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice playing at an actual park.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a few months.&lt;br /&gt;We then enjoyed some chicken tacos and swimming at the Stowells lovely home.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and can't wait to visit them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention our air conditioning went out in our car just as we reached San Diego?!&lt;br /&gt;We didn't worry about it during our vacation because who needed air conditioning?&lt;br /&gt;We had the crisp ocean air.&lt;br /&gt;We left in the late afternoon on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;We rolled down the windows and were blessed with overcast skies and even sprinkles all along the way.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't become hot until about 9:15pm when we reached the concrete of phoenix, and then we began to sweat.&lt;br /&gt;How can it be so hot at almost 10 o'clock at night?&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we only had 45 more minutes in the car.&lt;br /&gt;Even with this mishap, I wouldn't change anything about this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided anything that has to do with water or rocks, my children love.&lt;br /&gt;And I love watching them have so much fun, especially in nature.&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait to go again (minus the expensive car trouble.)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-2260734458258123802?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/2260734458258123802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/09/california.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/2260734458258123802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/2260734458258123802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/09/california.html' title='California'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-DlFedgMMpXw/TmmOaXp8pQI/AAAAAAAABJs/dBiRfNNnsGQ/s72-c/t+boogie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-5020939586155695851</id><published>2011-09-08T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:49:53.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time:  Joshua Invites A Friend Over</title><content type='html'>I don't know if play date is the right wording for 8 year olds, but that is what it was.&lt;br /&gt;All summer long Joshua has been saying-&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to be friends with Taylor and Jacob's friends."&lt;br /&gt;We have tried, especially this last year, to get him to invite a friend over, but he would get anxious and say-&lt;br /&gt;"NO! NO! NO!"&lt;br /&gt;Finally after the first week of school Joshua says to me very quietly and without looking me in the eye-&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, I want to invite a friend over to my house."&lt;br /&gt;Me totally shocked- "Who?"&lt;br /&gt;No eye contact- "Tim."&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea who Tim is, so I ask-&lt;br /&gt;"Is Tim in Mrs Cohrt's class?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;"Is Tim in SPICE class?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;"Is Tim new?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, that is why I don't know who Tim is.&lt;br /&gt;We write a note to Tim and his family and send it to Ms. Jen who then transfers it to Tim's folder.&lt;br /&gt;The next week I get a lovely call from Tim's grandmother Martha.&lt;br /&gt;She is the sweetest lady from Georgia with a southern accent.&lt;br /&gt;Tim was just diagnosed on the autism spectrum.&lt;br /&gt;He is lively, but sweet she tells me.&lt;br /&gt;We make a plan for Tim to come over to our house on Saturday for one hour.&lt;br /&gt;Tim comes to our house and is lively and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;He pulls Joshua by the hand and tells him just what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Tim likes to jump from one activity to another.&lt;br /&gt;He is fascinated with garage doors, cars, and electronics.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua is quiet and shy, but shows Tim how to set up the chess set.&lt;br /&gt;He tries to play the Wii with Tim.&lt;br /&gt;They watch a movie, with Tim doing lots of talking, and Joshua pausing the movie a lot try to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;The two kept talking to me instead of each other, so I would remind them to ask one another instead of me.&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting play date.&lt;br /&gt;And it made me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;After 50 minutes, they were done.&lt;br /&gt;"It's time for me to go home," Tim says as he looks out the window.&lt;br /&gt;It was neat to see them interact with each other and to be doing their own thing side by side, to see that autism is so normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT WEEK-&lt;br /&gt;Joshua went to Tim's house.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm nervous mom."&lt;br /&gt;"Do you still want to go?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but I need to go to the bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;We get in the car and drive the short distance to Tim's house (Yes he lives in our neighborhood!).&lt;br /&gt;We knock on the door.&lt;br /&gt;The whole family welcomes Joshua with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;They know this is a first for him.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua announces-"I'm nervous!"&lt;br /&gt;"That's okay," &amp;nbsp;they reassure him.&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of checking things out he feels comfortable and climbs up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;"Mom you can go."&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in an hour and everyone is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I know Tim was put into Joshua's pathway for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;He is the sweetest boy who likes to be social.&lt;br /&gt;He lives in our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the other kids in Joshua's program have lived further away.&lt;br /&gt;He goes to Carol Rae and his siblings go to Highland Park, just like Joshua, so Joshua doesn't feel like the odd one out because someone is in the same situation as him.&lt;br /&gt;(He's really been struggling with the whole different school thing this year.)&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you that this is the sweetest family.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, Grandpa, Mom, and kids all living under the same roof and loving each other and all the people around them.&lt;br /&gt;Once again the Lord is watching out for Joshua and helping him in this next step-&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-5020939586155695851?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/5020939586155695851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-time-joshua-invites-friend-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/5020939586155695851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/5020939586155695851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-time-joshua-invites-friend-over.html' title='First Time:  Joshua Invites A Friend Over'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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-4447459840555462672.post-4257460895262612521</id><published>2011-08-19T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T12:02:50.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's 14th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9hVPrzmgyN8/TlKjbMUoxUI/AAAAAAAABJU/4iuaBQNL7h8/s1600/S+friends.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9hVPrzmgyN8/TlKjbMUoxUI/AAAAAAAABJU/4iuaBQNL7h8/s640/S+friends.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was Summer's 14th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;The Mia Maids decorated our front door with paper &amp;nbsp;M&amp;amp;Ms to welcome her into the group.&lt;br /&gt;It's not too exciting having your birthday on a school day, but her seminary teacher did give her a Snickers bar, and her friend Brooklyn got half of the cafeteria to sing Happy Birthday to her at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;She felt pretty special.&lt;br /&gt;She was excited to have her birthday on a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;She liked our gifts of grey converse and scrapbooking paper.&lt;br /&gt;(I should of kept my pairs of converse from high school and recycled them.)&lt;br /&gt;And tonight she partied with 8 of her closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;The theme was Pajama Party (no sleep over).&lt;br /&gt;The girls hung out in their pjs while eating Belgium Waffles with strawberries and whip cream, playing games and laughing a lot.&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of talk of boys- none from Summer's lips.&lt;br /&gt;She says she doesn't like boys yet.&lt;br /&gt;We will see how long that lasts.&lt;br /&gt;Summer sure has a special gal.&lt;br /&gt;She is really enjoying High School and is transitioning easily.&lt;br /&gt;She is responsible as ever and a big help to me.&lt;br /&gt;She is super sweet and super calm, and knows how to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;I can see why her friends love her so much!&lt;br /&gt;We love her too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-4257460895262612521?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/4257460895262612521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/08/summers-14th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4257460895262612521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4257460895262612521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/08/summers-14th-birthday.html' title='Summer&apos;s 14th Birthday'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-9hVPrzmgyN8/TlKjbMUoxUI/AAAAAAAABJU/4iuaBQNL7h8/s72-c/S+friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-7481999191971810735</id><published>2011-08-12T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T17:59:12.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of A Super Kid- Taylor's 1st Days of Junior High</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qZ2ZIQ0wi0U/Tk9FjfF09lI/AAAAAAAABI8/sJ3f_2OlumA/s1600/T+7th.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qZ2ZIQ0wi0U/Tk9FjfF09lI/AAAAAAAABI8/sJ3f_2OlumA/s640/T+7th.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor wasn't excited about shopping for 4 hours to get his new school duds,&lt;br /&gt;but I think he looks pretty cool.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My boys loved reading the book series "Diary of A Whimpy Kid".&lt;br /&gt;I never personally appreciated the humor, but my boys think it is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;The books focus on the life of a junior high boy named Greg who tells of his adventures at school and with his crazy family.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor's first few days of junior high cracked me up and he could make into his own book with a few exaggerations.&lt;br /&gt;Night Before School- &lt;br /&gt;Taylor attended the open house with Dad, lead the way with the school map, and met all of his teachers.&lt;br /&gt;He was pretty confident and psyched.&lt;br /&gt;Day 1-&lt;br /&gt;Taylor couldn't orient himself to find class #1 even with a "new" friend's help.&lt;br /&gt;They asked a parent volunteer and she pointed them into the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't understand her because they crossed her path again and she again pointed and said-&lt;br /&gt;"I told you this way boys."&lt;br /&gt;After making it to 1st period and listening to all the rules and blah blah blah, &amp;nbsp;the bell rings, Taylor searches for his school map, yet it is nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;I hate when my backpack eats my papers.&lt;br /&gt;Where now to find class #2?&lt;br /&gt;With the help of others Taylor made it to class 2, 3, and 4 because luckily he hadn't lost his schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time came.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor saw a whole bunch of backpacks lined up outside the lunch room.&lt;br /&gt;He added his own to the bunch, thinking that is what he was supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;He grabbed his lunch and found his friends under a shady tree.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch is over and Taylor strolls over to the wall where he previously placed his backpack.&lt;br /&gt;No backpack.&lt;br /&gt;He heads to the office.&lt;br /&gt;The janitor searches.&lt;br /&gt;Still no backpack.&lt;br /&gt;They tell him to wait a while because someone else probably picked up his backpack- the grey Jansport that 100s of other junior high kids bought at Target.&lt;br /&gt;He waited a while, but no backpack.&lt;br /&gt;He carried his lunch box to 6th hour.&lt;br /&gt;Shortly thereafter the office lady walks in with his backpack-&lt;br /&gt;"You should really put some colored duct tape on it so you can recognize it better," &amp;nbsp;she suggested.&lt;br /&gt;I suggested he just keep it with him during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;With no time for bathroom breaks, because who would do that at lunch, when Taylor's language arts teacher asked if anyone had any questions.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor cleverly raised his hand and asked_&lt;br /&gt;"Can I go to the bathroom?"&lt;br /&gt;The morning seemed like eternity once the afternoon arrived and bus#___, vanished from his brain.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the office lady helped him out, again.&lt;br /&gt;He made it home safe and sound and we all had a few chuckles while eating our snack.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 only consisted of losing his brand new water bottle (that is as important as your pencil when you go to school in AZ.)&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 he ended up wearing his t-shirt inside out all day after 2nd hour PE because the bell rang before he was completely dressed.&lt;br /&gt;When he got home I told him his shirt was on inside out.&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone kept telling me that, but how did they know?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because Taylor," &amp;nbsp;I replied," you can see the Recess logo right through it."&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he didn't look down at all.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say now Taylor knows where all of his classes are.&lt;br /&gt;His water bottle was returned by the school nurse.&lt;br /&gt;He now knows to pay attention when he is getting dressed after PE instead of chit-chatting.&lt;br /&gt;He loves his classes.&lt;br /&gt;He likes his friends even more.&lt;br /&gt;And this is the first year the word "excited" has been expressed in the same sentence as "school".&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be a good year, and I'm sure with Taylor there will continue to be some more humorous moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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High'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-qZ2ZIQ0wi0U/Tk9FjfF09lI/AAAAAAAABI8/sJ3f_2OlumA/s72-c/T+7th.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-4243796226352076544</id><published>2011-08-10T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:23:07.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>How can it be the first day of school?&lt;br /&gt;The morning went so smoothly and felt like de je ve that summer feels like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;It was a dreamy summer and each year it becomes more fun and goes by too fast.&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 weeks I could tell the kids were ready to go back and be in a routine.&lt;br /&gt;They started getting on one anothers nerves and my solution seemed to be to let them watch more TV just to keep the peace.&lt;br /&gt;We did enjoy some more fun moments the last 2 weeks, but everyone was ready to begin their new adventures.&lt;br /&gt;I mean Summer in high school, Taylor in junior high-&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling anxiety just taking Summer to her back to school night last night.&lt;br /&gt;Huge school and so many people-older boys.&lt;br /&gt;But she is ready for it&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to watch my children go and see what new adventures they will encounter this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qc2OBtE2pbE/Tk9C6vOAepI/AAAAAAAABIs/fsQFimsjiyI/s1600/S+9th.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qc2OBtE2pbE/Tk9C6vOAepI/AAAAAAAABIs/fsQFimsjiyI/s640/S+9th.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer's a Freshman at Highland High School&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xQPd49sNFF0/Tk9DHxkUpVI/AAAAAAAABI4/PzIzucA7g1I/s1600/T+7th.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xQPd49sNFF0/Tk9DHxkUpVI/AAAAAAAABI4/PzIzucA7g1I/s640/T+7th.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor- 7th grader at Highland Junior High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oSDwP3zav4s/Tk9C-93VvTI/AAAAAAAABIw/Vz_ozI9CdGs/s1600/JB+5th%252C+K+2nd.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oSDwP3zav4s/Tk9C-93VvTI/AAAAAAAABIw/Vz_ozI9CdGs/s640/JB+5th%252C+K+2nd.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jacob 5th and Kate 2nd grade at Highland Park Elementary&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S41E3jvLCwQ/Tk9DEF3slII/AAAAAAAABI0/WnhkoS-C5So/s1600/JC.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S41E3jvLCwQ/Tk9DEF3slII/AAAAAAAABI0/WnhkoS-C5So/s640/JC.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joshua's bus actually came on time so I didn't get a pic,&lt;br /&gt;but he looked just as cute as this on the first day.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-4243796226352076544?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/4243796226352076544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4243796226352076544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4243796226352076544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-qc2OBtE2pbE/Tk9C6vOAepI/AAAAAAAABIs/fsQFimsjiyI/s72-c/S+9th.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-5771516825968147848</id><published>2011-08-09T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:09:14.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KKYDX7vMIig/Tk9ACTpDIAI/AAAAAAAABIc/wpzCoAJR2-M/s1600/P1010217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KKYDX7vMIig/Tk9ACTpDIAI/AAAAAAAABIc/wpzCoAJR2-M/s640/P1010217.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joshua's first time ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;He went around twice-"I'm ready to go home."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;We chose to spend our last day of summer at the ice skating rink.&lt;br /&gt;Athough school starts tomorrow, the temps won't be getting any lower.&lt;br /&gt;It felt nice to actually feel a little cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LH11ebpeVV0/Tk9AJG7tj7I/AAAAAAAABIg/Uz-IcEKzcto/s1600/P1010234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LH11ebpeVV0/Tk9AJG7tj7I/AAAAAAAABIg/Uz-IcEKzcto/s640/P1010234.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor had no fear about skating or falling.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bYIrxV-Ohu8/Tk9ALt0gUYI/AAAAAAAABIk/1FFqwpEZMGI/s1600/P1010233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bYIrxV-Ohu8/Tk9ALt0gUYI/AAAAAAAABIk/1FFqwpEZMGI/s640/P1010233.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jacob was cautious, but quickly caught on.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9--S34hLmo/Tk9APiPAl_I/AAAAAAAABIo/OrYAfqAOE_w/s1600/P1010225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9--S34hLmo/Tk9APiPAl_I/AAAAAAAABIo/OrYAfqAOE_w/s640/P1010225.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kate was excited when she was confident to go in the center.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to come again tomorrow.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-5771516825968147848?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/5771516825968147848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/08/last-day-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/5771516825968147848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/5771516825968147848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/08/last-day-of-summer.html' title='Last Day of Summer'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-KKYDX7vMIig/Tk9ACTpDIAI/AAAAAAAABIc/wpzCoAJR2-M/s72-c/P1010217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-443957167130402735</id><published>2011-08-01T21:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:01:22.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor's 12th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Im59Us4lAg0/Tk8-x_oKKiI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Zyk6kRkeN9Y/s1600/P1010204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Im59Us4lAg0/Tk8-x_oKKiI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Zyk6kRkeN9Y/s640/P1010204.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor is 12th birthday was celebrated at home with 3 of his favorite friends playing outside having one huge water fight.&lt;br /&gt;The boys were starving after 30 minutes of playing (It was only 10:30 in the morning).&lt;br /&gt;They each at 3 hot dogs, liters of soda, and bowls of chips.&lt;br /&gt;Yes Taylor is a growing boy and before I know it he will be taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;He has really matured this last year and become more responsible.&lt;br /&gt;He is ready for Junior High and is excited to be a deacon.&lt;br /&gt;He was ordained on Sunday by his dad.&lt;br /&gt;And yes he acts like all the other deacons.&lt;br /&gt;He was very excited to finally get a Nintendo DS and even more excited that he still had 10 more days of summer left to play with it (minus Sundays.)&lt;br /&gt;Taylor makes me laugh, awes me with his logic, drives me crazy at times, touches my heart with his huge spirit, and helps me out whenever I need him.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 12th Birthday Taylor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMaqB-ysdr4/Tk8-AYRWOCI/AAAAAAAABII/eT_y12Sm2pU/s1600/P1010211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMaqB-ysdr4/Tk8-AYRWOCI/AAAAAAAABII/eT_y12Sm2pU/s640/P1010211.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes! &amp;nbsp;A Nintendo DS.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTMpPGoqP3w/Tk88DgS1PlI/AAAAAAAABIA/vE8tjvnUAS4/s1600/P1010209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTMpPGoqP3w/Tk88DgS1PlI/AAAAAAAABIA/vE8tjvnUAS4/s640/P1010209.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;12 year old boys must be silly at ALL times.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ySRTwhOKaOg/Tk8-B8uBuRI/AAAAAAAABIM/-3LM22IgGLI/s1600/IMG_2769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ySRTwhOKaOg/Tk8-B8uBuRI/AAAAAAAABIM/-3LM22IgGLI/s640/IMG_2769.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor and cousin Noah were both ordained deacons on the same day.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-443957167130402735?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/443957167130402735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/08/taylors-12th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/443957167130402735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/443957167130402735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/08/taylors-12th-birthday.html' title='Taylor&apos;s 12th Birthday'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-Im59Us4lAg0/Tk8-x_oKKiI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Zyk6kRkeN9Y/s72-c/P1010204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-8192856562242316553</id><published>2011-08-01T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:02:07.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LU5_G1GIIw/Tk8-_0ED-CI/AAAAAAAABIU/NAhFoWIXR0w/s1600/IMG_2773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LU5_G1GIIw/Tk8-_0ED-CI/AAAAAAAABIU/NAhFoWIXR0w/s640/IMG_2773.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes----&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it does rain here and we enjoyed every minute of it on July 31st.&lt;br /&gt;Let it rain! &amp;nbsp;Let it rain! &amp;nbsp;Let it rain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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/-0LU5_G1GIIw/Tk8-_0ED-CI/AAAAAAAABIU/NAhFoWIXR0w/s72-c/IMG_2773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-3864665793818674879</id><published>2011-07-26T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T21:44:56.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yCCG2p5B_1M/Tk84cE1rUuI/AAAAAAAABH8/hWHhWvJe7D0/s1600/sleepy+boys.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yCCG2p5B_1M/Tk84cE1rUuI/AAAAAAAABH8/hWHhWvJe7D0/s640/sleepy+boys.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuckered Out&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;On July 25th we left Flagstaff and headed back to Gilbert, AZ.&lt;br /&gt;Our vacation of 3 blissful weeks was coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;The weather was merciful to us and was a low 100 degrees with some humidity.&lt;br /&gt;The heat blasted us as we opened our doors and walked into Wendy's to eat lunch since the fridge was empty at home.&lt;br /&gt;We froze inside from the drastic change of temperature- burning heat/ blowing AC.&lt;br /&gt;We prolonged our vacation by spending the afternoon at our local Barnes and Nobles, reading books while we waited for the A/C to cool off our house.&lt;br /&gt;We had an amazing vacation!&lt;br /&gt;Actually I love all vacations.&lt;br /&gt;Times are simpler. &lt;br /&gt;We each lived out of a suitcase for 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I read inspiring books.&lt;br /&gt;I always come home thinking-&lt;br /&gt;How can I make my life simpler and focus more on what's most important- my family?&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I got to spend every minute of 3 weeks with the 6 people I love the most.&lt;br /&gt;So now we are back to reality and grateful for the new memories we made.&lt;br /&gt;Only 2 1/2 more weeks till school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-3864665793818674879?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/3864665793818674879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/07/end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/3864665793818674879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/3864665793818674879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/07/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-yCCG2p5B_1M/Tk84cE1rUuI/AAAAAAAABH8/hWHhWvJe7D0/s72-c/sleepy+boys.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-3635985304795830386</id><published>2011-07-26T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T21:29:51.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardon Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cXK-Uz2cd8Y/Tk81EBS_ArI/AAAAAAAABHg/ZdwyLchbIzk/s1600/Cardons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cXK-Uz2cd8Y/Tk81EBS_ArI/AAAAAAAABHg/ZdwyLchbIzk/s640/Cardons.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Cardon Family had their first reunion in Flagstaff, AZ in Munds Park where my Gaisford grandparents owned a cabin for many years.&lt;br /&gt;My mom and dad rented this huge cabin for us all to stay in.&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of fun playing, talking, relaxing, and eating yummy food.&lt;br /&gt;The kids especially loved the zipline in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;There was lots of space to play and roam inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ccnIk-hAmyU/Tk8160-PmAI/AAAAAAAABHk/lDOxQoxj_Oc/s1600/IMG_0044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ccnIk-hAmyU/Tk8160-PmAI/AAAAAAAABHk/lDOxQoxj_Oc/s400/IMG_0044.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steve with Drew on the zipline.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nGhKT5vSUZk/Tk819c2t5cI/AAAAAAAABHo/bH-Na51uLPw/s1600/IMG_9871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nGhKT5vSUZk/Tk819c2t5cI/AAAAAAAABHo/bH-Na51uLPw/s640/IMG_9871.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mustache Mouse written and directed by Summer.&lt;br /&gt;Actors Summer, Peyton, Hailey, and Kate.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-avq8_AS_eoE/Tk82D1fcujI/AAAAAAAABHs/7wTJINFUQ6I/s1600/IMG_9937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-avq8_AS_eoE/Tk82D1fcujI/AAAAAAAABHs/7wTJINFUQ6I/s640/IMG_9937.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;UNO and marshmallow guns&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rPhhErAFTY8/Tk82PLdLx9I/AAAAAAAABH0/_HRWujo6d98/s1600/IMG_9995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rPhhErAFTY8/Tk82PLdLx9I/AAAAAAAABH0/_HRWujo6d98/s640/IMG_9995.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Visiting Grandma and Grandpa Gaisfords old cabin.&lt;br /&gt;It was right around the corner from where we were staying.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fkByNNruYrQ/Tk82ZxVGkPI/AAAAAAAABH4/lD54-oP80yc/s1600/P1010198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fkByNNruYrQ/Tk82ZxVGkPI/AAAAAAAABH4/lD54-oP80yc/s640/P1010198.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blast from the past- Singing "Somewhere Out There" our family talent show gig from back in the day.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ssyDoFZ_y4/Tk82ItcqT2I/AAAAAAAABHw/YM3PAdaIsdM/s1600/IMG_9941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ssyDoFZ_y4/Tk82ItcqT2I/AAAAAAAABHw/YM3PAdaIsdM/s640/IMG_9941.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eating and Chatting&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;We love our family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-3635985304795830386?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/3635985304795830386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/08/cardon-family-reunion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/3635985304795830386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/3635985304795830386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/08/cardon-family-reunion.html' title='Cardon Family Reunion'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-cXK-Uz2cd8Y/Tk81EBS_ArI/AAAAAAAABHg/ZdwyLchbIzk/s72-c/Cardons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-6948171415964064654</id><published>2011-07-20T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T21:12:57.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UTAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MTW1a5A04EI/Tk8uzslKNYI/AAAAAAAABHY/M1H5J_Oqwbc/s1600/Jordanelle+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MTW1a5A04EI/Tk8uzslKNYI/AAAAAAAABHY/M1H5J_Oqwbc/s640/Jordanelle+2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jordanelle&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We spent a wonderful 10 days in SLC.&lt;br /&gt;I spent as much time outside as possible.&lt;br /&gt;And I loved how it stayed light until 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;I took lots of walks soaking in my mountains.&lt;br /&gt;We saw all of the Maxfields- including Kathryn's family who was visiting from Seattle. &lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasure meeting little Grant who is the cutest bundle of joy.&lt;br /&gt;We played with Blaine, Andrew, and Bronco at Grandma's.&lt;br /&gt;We went swimming at Karen's.&lt;br /&gt;Summer attended Oak Crest with Destiny.&lt;br /&gt;We attended Nathan's lacross game while chatting with Maureen and Steve.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Provo visited BYU, played at Seven Peaks, and ate pizza at Brick Oven while a nice man made all the kids balloon animals.&lt;br /&gt;We ate cheese fries and hickory sauce at Training Table with Rachael, played a round of miniature golf, then stuffed our faces with ice cream cake from Coldstone (Thanks Rachael!).&lt;br /&gt;We went fishing with Grandpa, and actually cooked and ate the fish we caught.&lt;br /&gt;Kate played with Delaney, her neighbor friend from when we lived there.&lt;br /&gt;We visited Grandma at the mission office at temple square.&lt;br /&gt;She took us to lunch at the Lion House (yummy rolls).&lt;br /&gt;We spent the afternoon at Maureen's playing with cousins and in the sprinkles. &amp;nbsp;The goats were adorable, but Maureen's grandkids are cuter.&lt;br /&gt;We ate dinner at Andrew, Michelle, and Drew's beautiful new house (Jacob LOVED the backyard).&lt;br /&gt;We spent a fun filled evening with Pam, Jon, Karen, Ruth, Brien, Nikki, Kent, Tina, Gary, and Suzanne, talking and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;The kids loved the cool park that Ethan, Alex, and Aubryn invited us to.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly we loved spending time with Gma and Gpa.&lt;br /&gt;The kids love staying at their house and always feel sad to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;More good times and memories made in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gsjwgn0qJJA/Tk8unGlHPFI/AAAAAAAABHM/Y65aorg9DwU/s1600/P1010151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gsjwgn0qJJA/Tk8unGlHPFI/AAAAAAAABHM/Y65aorg9DwU/s640/P1010151.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fishing with Grandpa.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RobWkMRvV8c/Tk8urPrQ06I/AAAAAAAABHQ/1E337MkliUo/s1600/JB%252CS.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RobWkMRvV8c/Tk8urPrQ06I/AAAAAAAABHQ/1E337MkliUo/s640/JB%252CS.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picnicing at Jordanelle after picking up Summer from Oak Crest.&lt;br /&gt;These 2 missed each other.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XG_ZFIKQwzw/Tk8uvCz90RI/AAAAAAAABHU/7B8WDjP7ZWg/s1600/JC.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XG_ZFIKQwzw/Tk8uvCz90RI/AAAAAAAABHU/7B8WDjP7ZWg/s640/JC.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Family History Exhibit- Joshua on Coney Island. &lt;br /&gt;He was excited to see the Statue of Liberty.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YnDpBZjMSMA/Tk8u4boVQVI/AAAAAAAABHc/xubwu84UwVk/s1600/kids+gma.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YnDpBZjMSMA/Tk8u4boVQVI/AAAAAAAABHc/xubwu84UwVk/s640/kids+gma.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma (Sister) Maxfield showing us her new stomping grounds.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-6948171415964064654?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/6948171415964064654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/07/utah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/6948171415964064654'/><link 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HzR_29myp_E/Tk8rNmLOmSI/AAAAAAAABHE/QbDGMexgglU/s1600/K+7+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HzR_29myp_E/Tk8rNmLOmSI/AAAAAAAABHE/QbDGMexgglU/s640/K+7+3.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My darling little Kate is 7 years old.&lt;br /&gt;And like I say every year about all of my children-&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe it!"&lt;br /&gt;She was super excited to be able to spend her birthday in Utah with Grandma and Grandpa Maxfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_A8GpreEiCc/Tk8rQVsWMCI/AAAAAAAABHI/gOU1PE2J5xU/s1600/K+7+Gma%253AGpa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_A8GpreEiCc/Tk8rQVsWMCI/AAAAAAAABHI/gOU1PE2J5xU/s640/K+7+Gma%253AGpa.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The doll they gave her for her birthday is also a music box and plays "You Are My Sunshine".&lt;br /&gt;She plays it every night.&lt;br /&gt;Since Kate had a big birthday party in Gilbert before we left, we kept her birthday low key.&lt;br /&gt;Her requests were simple and joyful.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to roast marshmellows in the mountains, have chicken noodle soup for dinner, and eat chocoate cake with white frosting (Grandma made that happen).&lt;br /&gt;She even got to attend the Draper City Parade where she got a big stash of candy.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening she got a surprise birthday hello from Aunt Rachael and Steve.&lt;br /&gt;She had a super day and is sweeter than ever at the age of seven.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Kate!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-884227001762267137?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/884227001762267137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/07/kates-7th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/884227001762267137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/884227001762267137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/07/kates-7th-birthday.html' title='Kate&apos;s 7th Birthday'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-HzR_29myp_E/Tk8rNmLOmSI/AAAAAAAABHE/QbDGMexgglU/s72-c/K+7+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-3984901443527209140</id><published>2011-07-17T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T14:39:40.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gelato Junction, CO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RY_mErdtwtA/Tk2C4YzFRII/AAAAAAAABGo/JK7mJ96qQFo/s1600/gelato.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RY_mErdtwtA/Tk2C4YzFRII/AAAAAAAABGo/JK7mJ96qQFo/s640/gelato.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay so there is no Gelato Junction, CO, but we did have some tasty gelato in Grand Junction, CO.&lt;br /&gt;It was my children's first lick of the tastey treat and they have all become fans.&lt;br /&gt;After saying goodbye to the Rozeskis we headed west towards Utah and stopped in the delightful town of Grand Junction, CO.&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed the weather and the small town feel.&lt;br /&gt;We especially liked the downtown area, where they had an awesome sculpture exhibit down Main Street.&lt;br /&gt;Andy got to play golf, we enjoyed the dinosaur museum, the park, the hotel pool, watching Harry Potter, and of course a scenic Sunday drive. &lt;br /&gt;Although the kids were scenic drived out by then and just &amp;nbsp;wanted to get to Grandma's, Andy and I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the same kind of beauty as Denver, but we had a delightful time in Grand Junction and I would recommend others to spend the day there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IKTJ4omc-g/Tk2ErdnsfzI/AAAAAAAABGs/zfmTH2I0HU4/s1600/k+dino.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IKTJ4omc-g/Tk2ErdnsfzI/AAAAAAAABGs/zfmTH2I0HU4/s640/k+dino.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dino Museum- &amp;nbsp;Robotic Dinosaurs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lqhrKzDMubc/Tk2FMJTWZkI/AAAAAAAABHA/ZW8pvHBiBhA/s1600/T%252CJB.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lqhrKzDMubc/Tk2FMJTWZkI/AAAAAAAABHA/ZW8pvHBiBhA/s640/T%252CJB.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hours of entertainment for Taylor and Jacob-Building a Dam&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-smP8dmWorb8/Tk2Ev0KyxcI/AAAAAAAABGw/vv2AENRjJ_A/s1600/S+bike.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-smP8dmWorb8/Tk2Ev0KyxcI/AAAAAAAABGw/vv2AENRjJ_A/s640/S+bike.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone loved the bike.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEDP-GkL1Ls/Tk2E0fRUTBI/AAAAAAAABG0/BT6IcyDX1eE/s1600/kids.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEDP-GkL1Ls/Tk2E0fRUTBI/AAAAAAAABG0/BT6IcyDX1eE/s640/kids.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Metal Bison&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9i_4BITXQy0/Tk2FCLlQxPI/AAAAAAAABG4/Owz0jCF29Hs/s1600/statue.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9i_4BITXQy0/Tk2FCLlQxPI/AAAAAAAABG4/Owz0jCF29Hs/s640/statue.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't she beautiful? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MJk9PEaxLIs/Tk2FHmYDMMI/AAAAAAAABG8/G11P8DXpFrM/s1600/JC+pig.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MJk9PEaxLIs/Tk2FHmYDMMI/AAAAAAAABG8/G11P8DXpFrM/s640/JC+pig.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Josh loved climbing on the artwork.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-3984901443527209140?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/3984901443527209140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-5794281994918189106</id><published>2011-07-08T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T14:21:45.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denver, Colorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jvP8L0GYy-Y/Tk1_jrQhTMI/AAAAAAAABGg/mgFw0Vh0sAg/s1600/P1010015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jvP8L0GYy-Y/Tk1_jrQhTMI/AAAAAAAABGg/mgFw0Vh0sAg/s640/P1010015.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next 2 days of our trip had to be the most scenic.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to take the scenic route from Cortez up to the Denver area, and it was well worth any extra time.&lt;br /&gt;I have never been so high in the mountains before.&lt;br /&gt;So many trees, so&amp;nbsp; much green, and many waterfalls.&lt;br /&gt;It was breathtaking and I couldn't keep my eyes off of my surroundings during the whole 7 hour drive.&lt;br /&gt;I took like a million pictures to add to our Mac screensaver, where Andy has posted all of my mountainous nature pics, to enjoy while still living in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JtLkzS3kTAA/Tk2ABM1ERhI/AAAAAAAABGk/-5n2gyxg8Es/s1600/Rozeskis%252C+Maxfields.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JtLkzS3kTAA/Tk2ABM1ERhI/AAAAAAAABGk/-5n2gyxg8Es/s640/Rozeskis%252C+Maxfields.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were also able to visit some of our favorite friends- The Rozeskis.&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun with them and enjoyed seeing Arvada and some other close by towns.&lt;br /&gt;And of course we loved where they lived, loved the sleepovers, chitchatting, and yummy food.&lt;br /&gt;And it even rained for us.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob asked,"Why can't Arizona be pretty like Colorado?"&lt;br /&gt;I had to remind him that the desert has its own unique beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it had been 2 1/2 years since we had seen the Rozeskis, it felt just like old times.&lt;br /&gt;As we were driving off to leave, Jacob said-&lt;br /&gt;"We should really visit the Rozeskis more often."&lt;br /&gt;I think so too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-5794281994918189106?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/5794281994918189106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/07/denver-colorado.html#comment-form' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-1290761329544619470</id><published>2011-07-05T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T14:48:40.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesa Verde</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0lNUMWXYak/TkmTRmabLSI/AAAAAAAABGQ/PZTY0eppbxE/s1600/ruins.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0lNUMWXYak/TkmTRmabLSI/AAAAAAAABGQ/PZTY0eppbxE/s640/ruins.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;How cool is this?!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Today we went to Mesa Verde where we saw amazing cliff dwellings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyone was a little tired from all of our fun, but we had another great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Highlights-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cool morning breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Less whining from Taylor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seeing a live snake on the side of the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Climbing ladders in the cliffs to get to the ruins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Climbing into a kiva that is hundreds of years old and built and sat inside of by actual Native Americans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actually eating a picnic lunch in July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cliff Palace and Spruce House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Buying Native American souviners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kids swimming and playing in the hotel courtyard, while I sat and read a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The nice lady who put my laundry in the dryer and paid for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Walking to Dairy Queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was another fun filled family day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love vacationing with my family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g6jt99ZS5pU/TkmTNz-eIiI/AAAAAAAABGM/VWnM_86lx2o/s1600/JB%252CS%252CK.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g6jt99ZS5pU/TkmTNz-eIiI/AAAAAAAABGM/VWnM_86lx2o/s640/JB%252CS%252CK.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D-S1wqaLY-g/TkmUJOiwuWI/AAAAAAAABGc/2v3elyF0t-I/s640/A%252CJC.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-1290761329544619470?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/1290761329544619470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/07/mesa-verde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/1290761329544619470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/1290761329544619470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/07/mesa-verde.html' title='Mesa Verde'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-l0lNUMWXYak/TkmTRmabLSI/AAAAAAAABGQ/PZTY0eppbxE/s72-c/ruins.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-1416145636800329207</id><published>2011-07-04T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T14:40:57.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th of July in Canyon de Chelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Today was day one of our 3 week long road trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sunday night we headed to&amp;nbsp; the northeastern part of Arizona to explore Canyon de Chelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It is one of the most amazing canyons where Navajo Americans still live and farm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We hiked the White House Trail in which you descend 500 feet into the canyon floor, cross a wash, and then are able to see some dwellings.&amp;nbsp; It was amazing and the kids were great hikers along the way.&amp;nbsp; Going down was a breeze.&amp;nbsp; Hiking back up was a little less pleasant with the beating sun, but not as hot as Gilbert, and worth the effort for the sights.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Last year when we went hiking, Joshua was talking to the cactus.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This year he screamed, "OH NO! A CACTUS!"&amp;nbsp; There's a lot of cactus here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We went to many lookouts and saw amazing ruins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I loved seeing the farmlands on the canyon floor and then the dwellings way up in the canyon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I don't know how or why people lived in those alcoves so high in the canyon, but it was pretty spectacular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We especially liked Spider Rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mummy Cave Ruin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It was truly incredible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mostly it was fun spending time together as a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Enjoying the nature around us.&amp;nbsp; Eating a picnic lunch on the grass.&amp;nbsp; Seeing who could eat 2 oreos at once.&amp;nbsp; Swinging from big tree branches.&amp;nbsp; Laughing and talking.&amp;nbsp; All of those little moments made the trip even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3pmfOEo7vGY/TkmOvktBYgI/AAAAAAAABFw/hNyiBIWWhUI/s1600/C%252CJB.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3pmfOEo7vGY/TkmOvktBYgI/AAAAAAAABFw/hNyiBIWWhUI/s640/C%252CJB.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least some of us were happy after hiking.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjZAi7Q0y-Y/TkmOzzRS7oI/AAAAAAAABF0/tbLtbchzLOs/s1600/JC%252CS%252CJB%252CA.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjZAi7Q0y-Y/TkmOzzRS7oI/AAAAAAAABF0/tbLtbchzLOs/s640/JC%252CS%252CJB%252CA.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andy sharing his wealth of knowledge. &amp;nbsp;He is the best tour guide!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UunYMRQHjX8/TkmO4di9n2I/AAAAAAAABF4/gWApjEbQFmA/s1600/C%252C+Spider+Rock.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UunYMRQHjX8/TkmO4di9n2I/AAAAAAAABF4/gWApjEbQFmA/s640/C%252C+Spider+Rock.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The extraordinary Spider Rock&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qA4nYc2KfQQ/TkmO9S2DvuI/AAAAAAAABF8/R6Lqo8KJCUE/s1600/T.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qA4nYc2KfQQ/TkmO9S2DvuI/AAAAAAAABF8/R6Lqo8KJCUE/s640/T.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is Taylor actually interested in something?! &amp;nbsp;He was very HAPPY about the rain!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In the late afternoon we headed to Cortez, CO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We enjoyed swimming and the nice cool weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We ate dinner and then walked over to the park to watch an amazing firework show while sitting in green lush grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We had a great day as a family and the best 4th of July we've had in a few years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I would gladly spend every 4th of July in Cortez, CO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aNGzL9u3o10/TkmPwSZbBgI/AAAAAAAABGA/o53PLlB7OT8/s1600/A%252Ckids.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aNGzL9u3o10/TkmPwSZbBgI/AAAAAAAABGA/o53PLlB7OT8/s640/A%252Ckids.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying the fireworks in Cortez, CO.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9TAj1vNk9rc/TkmSBRqQGmI/AAAAAAAABGI/VO-O3WLxa5Y/s1600/kids+hotel+bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9TAj1vNk9rc/TkmSBRqQGmI/AAAAAAAABGI/VO-O3WLxa5Y/s640/kids+hotel+bw.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Our hotel was especially amazing! &amp;nbsp;We stayed in a floor suite, that was in the back looking out into a grassy courtyard with a water fountain. Joshua was able to run back and forth all he wanted and I got and sit a read my book outside under the stars. &amp;nbsp;Everyone was happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-1416145636800329207?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/1416145636800329207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/08/4th-of-july-in-canyon-de-chelly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/1416145636800329207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/1416145636800329207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/08/4th-of-july-in-canyon-de-chelly.html' title='The 4th of July in Canyon de Chelly'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-3pmfOEo7vGY/TkmOvktBYgI/AAAAAAAABFw/hNyiBIWWhUI/s72-c/C%252CJB.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-3407638155930724214</id><published>2011-07-01T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:24:13.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Cheri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmRqPU6JVIY/TmmE_ViKerI/AAAAAAAABJk/EDXejNhJGkM/s1600/JC%252C+Ms.+Cheri.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmRqPU6JVIY/TmmE_ViKerI/AAAAAAAABJk/EDXejNhJGkM/s640/JC%252C+Ms.+Cheri.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is always some special lady in Joshua's life who makes his life more enjoyable, easier, and safer.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Cheri Montgomery has been that special lady for Joshua this last year.&lt;br /&gt;She is a saint to me.&lt;br /&gt;She loves Joshua like I love him and can be the parts that I am not.&lt;br /&gt;She is silly and goofy with him and is like a big kid at times.&lt;br /&gt;She knows how to have fun with him and also how to help and push him to reach his highest limits.&lt;br /&gt;She has been with Joshua at school, after school, and summer school.&lt;br /&gt;She has taught me so much and has been my listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;She deserve 10 times what she is paid.&lt;br /&gt;She has a heart of gold.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Cheri is off to bigger things now.&lt;br /&gt;She decided to go back to school so that she can help more kids and so that more people will listen to her &amp;nbsp;expertise once she has some more letters added next to her name.&lt;br /&gt;We will miss her, but are happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;She has been a great blessing to Joshua and to me this last year.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what we would have done without her.&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for the people the Lord puts in our pathway to make our life more enriched.&lt;br /&gt;We love you Ms. Cheri!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-3407638155930724214?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/3407638155930724214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/07/ms-cheri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/3407638155930724214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/3407638155930724214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/07/ms-cheri.html' title='Ms. Cheri'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-kmRqPU6JVIY/TmmE_ViKerI/AAAAAAAABJk/EDXejNhJGkM/s72-c/JC%252C+Ms.+Cheri.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-8424805392865886607</id><published>2011-06-30T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T12:31:04.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What would I do without these two?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dz3K2PgHo-s/TgzDLSZJ2nI/AAAAAAAABFQ/gMYqviLO0XU/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dz3K2PgHo-s/TgzDLSZJ2nI/AAAAAAAABFQ/gMYqviLO0XU/s640/001.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor and Jacob talking about something that seems like another language to me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;What would I do without Taylor and Jacob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In my previous post I just talked about Joshua loving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Well these 2 have been extra loving to their mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Of course they drive me crazy when I am being an uptight adult or they are tuning me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They are normal kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But the really are extraordinary to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They are both so kind and caring in their own ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Jacob is always so concerned with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I am dealing with this annoying hip problem right now and every night Jacob asks-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Mom is your hip better?"&amp;nbsp; and gives me a super big hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Taylor is Mr. Patient and doesn't let much bother him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I love how he tells me everything he is thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He stresses about doing what is right, more than I ever thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Our best talks are at night before he goes to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I always ask, "Taylor do you want to talk about anything?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They are both so patient with Joshua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Just last night during my conversation with Taylor, Joshua interupted and wasn't patiently waiting his turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Taylor was so nice to pause our conversation and then we both laughed when I asked Josh what he needed to tell me and he replied-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Uh, Uh, Uh........I don't know what to say?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And Jacob is always so calm when Joshua screams in his face and quick to forgive by always accepting Joshua's sorry hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Like older brothers, sometimes they tune their younger brother out, but most of the time they love it when Joshua will laugh and play with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They are very patient brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And they have been my wing men with Summer gone at girls camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They are stepping it up and helping around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The other night Andy and I were gone for about an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We left Taylor in charge, but he was so exhausted from his fun day, he fell asleep on the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Jacob took over and got his bro and sis some ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They were all 3 happily licking cones while Taylor was snoozing on the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Taylor and Jacob make a great team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Maybe that 's why they were born next to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My favorite part of the day is always at night when I kiss them good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Taylor- a kiss on the head.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jacob- a bear hug with a kiss on the cheek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I tell them I love them and the both say "I love you mom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And I know they really mean it and it comes from the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I just love these 2 boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-8424805392865886607?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/8424805392865886607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-would-i-do-without-these-two.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/8424805392865886607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/8424805392865886607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-would-i-do-without-these-two.html' title='What would I do without these two?'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-dz3K2PgHo-s/TgzDLSZJ2nI/AAAAAAAABFQ/gMYqviLO0XU/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-1523548442502346351</id><published>2011-06-30T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T12:33:32.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom....I ALWAYS Love You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The last few days Joshua has been better about the grunting/growling/screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We've had some good moments and he is quicker to apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Yesterday whenever he growled at me, I just growled back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He thought it was hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I made the point that if I just growled at him and didn't use words, how would he know when his lunch was ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Last night though, I was tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He was having a rough night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I told him to get in the shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He doddled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I reminded him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I knew as soon as I said it, he would screech at me, and I would lose my patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I did, but in a nice way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I grabbed his cheeks and said nicely to him,"please use your words."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He huffed and puffed in the shower for 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Are you mad Joshua?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Yes!&amp;nbsp; You told me to get in the shower."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Thanks for using your words."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Don't say thanks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;No more huffing and puffing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I didn't want to talk anymore.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I turned the shower off without any words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He was now in his happy after shower mode where he is thinking of silly things and talking and giggling to himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He went to his room and I stayed away from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Finally when I knew the lights were off and I felt safe to go in the boys room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I fell into Joshua's bed and gave him tickles and kisses.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;As always he loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;J-"Mom let me give you kisses."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;C-"I love you Joshua."&amp;nbsp; while he kisses my cheek and squeezes my neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;J-"I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I release our hug because I think he is finished and on my way up, he looks directly into my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Mom....I ALWAYS love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Instant tears in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"I always love you too Joshua."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Joshua is such a good boy and most of the time happy and content.&amp;nbsp; Most people probably don't even notice his behavior. I know I am extra/too sensitive to his "rudeness".&amp;nbsp; It probably wouldn't bother most moms, but I like people to be happy and I certainly like others to be nice to me.&amp;nbsp; And it is hard for me I guess when I am trying to be nice to someone and make someone happy and they are not being nice to me.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure all moms can relate to that feeling.&amp;nbsp; But once again God showed me His tender mercies and reminded me that no matter what Joshua's actions are, he is full of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-1523548442502346351?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/1523548442502346351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/06/momi-always-love-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/1523548442502346351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/1523548442502346351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/06/momi-always-love-you.html' title='Mom....I ALWAYS Love You.'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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-4447459840555462672.post-45491690657719607</id><published>2011-06-26T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T17:55:39.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of Summer (the season)</title><content type='html'>On June 21st summer officially made its entrance and brought with her temps up into the 110s.&lt;div&gt;I am melting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once it reaches this point, I don't want to go anywhere. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if I go anywhere, I don't want to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything to avoid the outside if even for a moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like yesterday I took the girls to Target at 4pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought items at the register 3 times because I was thinking of every item I would need from Target until October so that I wouldn't have to get back into my car and suffer driving there again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Like that would really happen.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we didn't want to leave because even that short walk in the parking lot to our oven like vehicle seemed so long and hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say with all this heat, we are enjoying our swimming adventures even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the kids love that I actually get into the pool and swim around with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pool really is the most refreshing place to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One exciting pool moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joshua jumped into the pool for the first time this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He followed the example of his bros. and sis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has been trying to get the courage to do it all month long at swim lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was so psyched to show his teacher Ms. Sumer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she was so proud of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VtnPGejxNmM/TgfRXqDizXI/AAAAAAAABFI/lpg6pNeGUQE/s1600/schedule.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VtnPGejxNmM/TgfRXqDizXI/AAAAAAAABFI/lpg6pNeGUQE/s640/schedule.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Chalkboard Brain&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This chalkboard is my new brain.&lt;div&gt;It helps me to remember what its going on everyday because for some reasons things kept disappearing and then appearing when I looked at my little desk calendar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it would be more bare now that it is summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it has been full every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They kids are relaxing this summer, but I seem to be running around a lot still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is why I am so looking forward to this last week of June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It means it is my last scheduled week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I get to go off on vacation and leave the heat and my schedule for a short while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am SO excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I will endure this heat happily for one more week before I can escape it grasps for a while and head off to cooler and more relaxing destinations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/4447459840555462672-45491690657719607?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/45491690657719607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/06/thoughts-of-summer-season.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/45491690657719607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/45491690657719607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/06/thoughts-of-summer-season.html' title='Thoughts of Summer (the season)'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-VtnPGejxNmM/TgfRXqDizXI/AAAAAAAABFI/lpg6pNeGUQE/s72-c/schedule.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-6191415637860751156</id><published>2011-06-26T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T17:39:05.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate's Birthday Party 20 Days Early</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lg47OBScsQk/TgfObKSEsNI/AAAAAAAABE4/GuVNTjVOPIc/s1600/K+party+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lg47OBScsQk/TgfObKSEsNI/AAAAAAAABE4/GuVNTjVOPIc/s640/K+party+6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Early 7th Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Kate's birthday is July 16th.&lt;br /&gt;We are going on one long vacation starting next weekend and will be far from this sizzling state when Kate's birthday comes around.&lt;br /&gt;She kindly requested that she have a party with her friends before we hit the road.&lt;br /&gt;Her request was granted.&lt;br /&gt;She had a craft/game party with 8 of her closest/cute/crazy friends.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Summer and Mom for all of your help.&lt;br /&gt;It really was a delightful party.&lt;br /&gt;7 year old girls are so fun!&lt;br /&gt;And we all LOVED the homemade chocolate cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GQ8ZkOSnwgc/TgfOXnbvw-I/AAAAAAAABEo/QUuxTUi6-Fk/s1600/K+party+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GQ8ZkOSnwgc/TgfOXnbvw-I/AAAAAAAABEo/QUuxTUi6-Fk/s640/K+party+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Painting treasure boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L8p_SysNvv4/TgfOYa_i8gI/AAAAAAAABEs/oJruYeZ9eQY/s1600/k+party+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L8p_SysNvv4/TgfOYa_i8gI/AAAAAAAABEs/oJruYeZ9eQY/s640/k+party+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kate is a treasure lover and has many treasure boxes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-oHuGHhqXo/TgfOZT_TU8I/AAAAAAAABEw/lclEzflf00k/s1600/k+party+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-oHuGHhqXo/TgfOZT_TU8I/AAAAAAAABEw/lclEzflf00k/s640/k+party+4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wouldn't be a Kate party without freeze dancing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DtyitXGlGA/TgfOWhgq9GI/AAAAAAAABEk/Rp1Of_wgzKA/s1600/K+Party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DtyitXGlGA/TgfOWhgq9GI/AAAAAAAABEk/Rp1Of_wgzKA/s640/K+Party.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;by Summer&lt;br /&gt;Her friends were very generous with their gifts.&lt;br /&gt;She gave each one of her friends a thank you hug.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m9aPcRgQBwk/TgfOdSqiiPI/AAAAAAAABFE/y6B7PVli3sE/s1600/K+party+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m9aPcRgQBwk/TgfOdSqiiPI/AAAAAAAABFE/y6B7PVli3sE/s640/K+party+9.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Couch L-R: Peyton, Hailey,Rebecca, Kate, Gracie, Abbie&lt;br /&gt;Floor L-R: &amp;nbsp;Grace, Hallie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It was a fun girl party.&lt;br /&gt;And the boys enjoyed their time at Old Country Buffet and arrived just in time for cake, ice cream, and balloon/party horn craziness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-6191415637860751156?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/6191415637860751156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/06/kates-birthday-party-20-days-early.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/6191415637860751156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/6191415637860751156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/06/kates-birthday-party-20-days-early.html' title='Kate&apos;s Birthday Party 20 Days Early'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-lg47OBScsQk/TgfObKSEsNI/AAAAAAAABE4/GuVNTjVOPIc/s72-c/K+party+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-2410921404615557039</id><published>2011-06-26T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T17:26:31.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D6rhU4hq920/TgfMzyKqDcI/AAAAAAAABEg/F71Gcl8Gzvc/s1600/kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D6rhU4hq920/TgfMzyKqDcI/AAAAAAAABEg/F71Gcl8Gzvc/s640/kids.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strike A Pose&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Kate had another swim meet Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was June 21st, the official start of summer.&lt;br /&gt;Temps have now risen to the 110s and Thursday night was HOT!&lt;br /&gt;Kate was cheered on by parents, brothers, sister, and grandparents, all with ice cold Powerades in hand.&lt;br /&gt;In breast stroke Kate was neck and neck for second place until-&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Gma Cardon yelled-"GO KATE!"&lt;br /&gt;Kate turned her googled eyes our way and 3rd place was hers for the taking.&lt;br /&gt;Quiet cheering from now on.&lt;br /&gt;Kate earned 3rd place for her awesome butterfly and received "another white ribbon".&lt;br /&gt;I was warn out from the heat/cheering, so we ended the evening at Wendys filling ourselves with chocolate Frostys.&lt;br /&gt;Another fun summer evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-2410921404615557039?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/2410921404615557039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/06/swim-meet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-1547629576628353517</id><published>2011-06-26T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T17:18:56.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Braces</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2akqhVjElH0/TgfLuzKEoQI/AAAAAAAABEY/nUvZf-uutDo/s1600/S+before+braces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2akqhVjElH0/TgfLuzKEoQI/AAAAAAAABEY/nUvZf-uutDo/s400/S+before+braces.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before Braces&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7WCPTcsXZg/TgfLvkS0yWI/AAAAAAAABEc/xFxm__lrDlA/s1600/S+braces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7WCPTcsXZg/TgfLvkS0yWI/AAAAAAAABEc/xFxm__lrDlA/s320/S+braces.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Braces&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;On Tuesday Summer got braces thanks to Garn&amp;amp;Mason Orthodontics.&lt;div&gt;They've been in business for 50 years and they did a great job with Summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looks so CUTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Times have changed because I definitely did not look that cute when I had braces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day was rough, and her Tropical Smoothie lasted 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she is now back on solid foods, minus some of her favorites for the next 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/4447459840555462672-1547629576628353517?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/1547629576628353517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/06/summers-braces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/1547629576628353517'/><link rel='self' 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1111410985"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1111410986"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a2LHcNPhv6o/TgfJlZL7GqI/AAAAAAAABEU/nLb-r7Y8iIs/s1600/golfland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a2LHcNPhv6o/TgfJlZL7GqI/AAAAAAAABEU/nLb-r7Y8iIs/s400/golfland.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;FHE at Golfland&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;On Monday night we wanted to go bowling, but all the lanes were taken over by leagues.&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to go play miniature golf.&lt;br /&gt;When we pulled up to Golfland we had 3 reactions.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua-"Look! &amp;nbsp;A Castle!"&lt;br /&gt;Taylor-"Are you sure it's not too late to play golf? &amp;nbsp;It's 8pm."&lt;br /&gt;Jacob-"Are you sure we can afford this place?"&lt;br /&gt;Golfland is one classy mini golf course.&lt;br /&gt;We did remind Taylor it was summer and we could extend bedtime for the night.&lt;br /&gt;And we oohed and awed with Joshua over the castle.&lt;br /&gt;We had the best time.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone actually played the game.&lt;br /&gt;The younger 3 went ahead playing their own game, while the older/mature family members played "competitively".&lt;br /&gt;Joshua didn't event get frustrated. &amp;nbsp;He figured out how to push the ball along with the club to get it closer to the hole.&lt;br /&gt;It was the last "cool" &amp;nbsp;summer evening and we enjoyed it immensely.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the best family activities that we have had for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was happy and having fun the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;I loved every minute of our family togetherness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-5080733507347910085?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a2LHcNPhv6o/TgfJlZL7GqI/AAAAAAAABEU/nLb-r7Y8iIs/s72-c/golfland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-2375311690048189035</id><published>2011-06-19T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T16:58:24.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-35i5oo1gxaQ/Tf63q-knfQI/AAAAAAAABC8/SRl2EQ43K6s/s1600/Father%2527s+Day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="516" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-35i5oo1gxaQ/Tf63q-knfQI/AAAAAAAABC8/SRl2EQ43K6s/s640/Father%2527s+Day.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We enjoyed yummy treats of homemade Mexican Vanilla Ice Cream and Chocolate Cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;along with Marie Calender's Lemon Meringue and Peach Cobbler&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed to have such a wonderful father and the most amazing husband.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly today I have enjoyed watching how much love my children have for their dad, Grandpa Cardon, and Grandpa Maxfield.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun watching them this weekend make their homemade cards and how excited they were to give them to the men they love so much.&lt;br /&gt;They put a lot of thought and love into each one.&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful that my children have so many wonderful examples in their lives and feel so much love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-2375311690048189035?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/2375311690048189035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/2375311690048189035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/2375311690048189035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-35i5oo1gxaQ/Tf63q-knfQI/AAAAAAAABC8/SRl2EQ43K6s/s72-c/Father%2527s+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-8481552303821260567</id><published>2011-06-19T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T15:45:02.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nVClVhZ_MRg/Tf5zuURRgRI/AAAAAAAABCk/L6Lasg6sn3w/s1600/moon+by+S.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nVClVhZ_MRg/Tf5zuURRgRI/AAAAAAAABCk/L6Lasg6sn3w/s400/moon+by+S.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;by Summer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During Family Home Evening, &amp;nbsp;right in the middle of Kate's lesson, Joshua spied the moon out the front window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Let's take a picture of the moon!" he exclaims&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TFKbOKbjyC8/Tf50KyhT4hI/AAAAAAAABCo/eDzJYEMyxmU/s1600/JB+sunshine+closeup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TFKbOKbjyC8/Tf50KyhT4hI/AAAAAAAABCo/eDzJYEMyxmU/s400/JB+sunshine+closeup.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We think Jacob is part lizard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyday he has to go out and just sits in the rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's over 100 degrees, but still, it is like this need of his.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe it is his pondering spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I always wonder what is going on inside that magical mind that could possibly distract him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from this blazing heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OyQC7KH-lgE/Tf50xTi0jII/AAAAAAAABCs/hVdu8-Q_Qjc/s1600/K%252C+JC+sunscreen+closeup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OyQC7KH-lgE/Tf50xTi0jII/AAAAAAAABCs/hVdu8-Q_Qjc/s400/K%252C+JC+sunscreen+closeup.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I have to tell my kids to do something 10 times before they say -"Oh yeah!" &amp;nbsp;and then do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then there are times when I don't have to say anything at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This day the kids got their swimsuits on and started putting on their sunscreen without me saying a WORD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They had a little assembly line going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I loved watching Kate rubbing lotion on Joshua's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was one of her "big" sister moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love how these 2 watch out for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's like with Joshua sometimes she gets to be the little sister and sometimes she gets to be the big sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She fulfills both rolls very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And he didn't even scream at her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OC2i41SX4Go/Tf51qnOdmzI/AAAAAAAABCw/mDJ4ZeTQV_c/s1600/Shoes+by+S.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OC2i41SX4Go/Tf51qnOdmzI/AAAAAAAABCw/mDJ4ZeTQV_c/s400/Shoes+by+S.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Shoes fom Savers, Bought by Mom, Adopted By Me"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Summer is becoming quite the photographer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During her "bored" moments, she grabs the camera and shoots random, everyday objects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is getting very good at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adding another talent to her long list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QCPwY50U9ro/Tf55yOjqMCI/AAAAAAAABC4/3Dmi2PvtUgk/s1600/K+desk+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QCPwY50U9ro/Tf55yOjqMCI/AAAAAAAABC4/3Dmi2PvtUgk/s400/K+desk+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;by Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow at this angle, I can see how Kate's definition of "organized" has its own sort of &amp;nbsp;beauty to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yHBdZujRDTk/Tf53FW3ShHI/AAAAAAAABC0/P5CwoqR4ywQ/s1600/C.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yHBdZujRDTk/Tf53FW3ShHI/AAAAAAAABC0/P5CwoqR4ywQ/s400/C.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;by Summer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And every once in a while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;besides sleeping in my bed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get to sit down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And enjoy a lazy summer moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-8481552303821260567?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/8481552303821260567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-67688195092570414</id><published>2011-06-19T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T15:09:30.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Helping You're Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3-3UXs_lTc/Tf5uY7K6SBI/AAAAAAAABCg/ran5XD4n7Fs/s1600/JB+vaccum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3-3UXs_lTc/Tf5uY7K6SBI/AAAAAAAABCg/ran5XD4n7Fs/s640/JB+vaccum.jpg" width="414" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jacob is a pro at cleaning the house. &amp;nbsp;It really is one of his talents. &lt;br /&gt;Although he dislikes sweeping and mopping the kitchen floor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;At the beginning of each summer I come up with big plans, something I want each of the kids to work on to keep busy besides swimming and watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually it has to do with some kind of educational goals. &amp;nbsp;I always make it way to complicated. &amp;nbsp;And I am terrible at enforcing it and it fizzles after a few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I decided to simplify it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides our scheduled activities, reading, and fun, I wanted 2 things to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;Taylor to practice his keyboarding skills daily because he will need them in 7th grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;Everyone do more house work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy to say we have stuck to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud at how well the kids are helping around the house. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be gone for a few hours and tell them what to do and it gets done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have even been doing it happily, or maybe that is why I leave so I don't have to hear any complaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have all been learning new skills and becoming more independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been the best summer so far with keeping the house in order and I am so grateful for all of their help and how they have been working together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day I had to take Joshua to some appointments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To keep the kids busy, I had them make strawberry jam together because we were almost out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They did it without complaining and even cleaned up the mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer was a gem to head the activity since she has made it before, and told everyone what needed to get done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor, Jacob, and Kate were great about following her instructions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except for a few moments, they really are having fun together this summer, and I am loving being able to spend more time with my children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing better than when at the end of the day during &amp;nbsp;family prayer one of the kids prays and expresses gratitude to their Heavenly Father-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thanks that we were able to have fun together today."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes Taylor has been working on his keyboarding, M-Th 30 minutes a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/4447459840555462672-67688195092570414?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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/-Z3-3UXs_lTc/Tf5uY7K6SBI/AAAAAAAABCg/ran5XD4n7Fs/s72-c/JB+vaccum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-6870505867683150743</id><published>2011-06-12T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T15:48:49.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate- Big Sister for a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HVQyZcv6TAc/TfU_ctowKtI/AAAAAAAABCM/9yjUTXyAIM8/s1600/k%252C+julia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HVQyZcv6TAc/TfU_ctowKtI/AAAAAAAABCM/9yjUTXyAIM8/s640/k%252C+julia.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kate and Julia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Kate was so excited that we were watching her cousins Dean and Julia on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Kate spent the whole time with Julia and Julia loved Kate.&lt;br /&gt;Any toy Julia played with, Kate would say excitingly-&lt;br /&gt;"Mom I taught Julia how to do that." &amp;nbsp;or &amp;nbsp;"I showed Julia how to do that."&lt;br /&gt;They laughed and giggled the whole time and she even fed Julia her snack.&lt;br /&gt;It was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Kate usually isn't into younger kids, but I think she loved playing the role of big sister for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate also had another swim meet.&lt;br /&gt;This week was freestyle and backstroke.&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea until practice this week how well Kate can do backstroke.&lt;br /&gt;She is a natural. &amp;nbsp;Maybe it's a dancer thing.&lt;br /&gt;She got first place by quite a bit in the 25 backstroke.&lt;br /&gt;For every event the kids get a ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;In Freestyle she got 5th place- green ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;Backstroke 1st place- blue ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;Kate asked-&lt;br /&gt;"Can the green one be for the backstroke? &amp;nbsp;Because backstroke is my favorite and I like green better than blue."&lt;br /&gt;When you are 6, color is definitely more important than place.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a great season. &amp;nbsp;She is just having SO much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-6870505867683150743?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/6870505867683150743/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HVQyZcv6TAc/TfU_ctowKtI/AAAAAAAABCM/9yjUTXyAIM8/s72-c/k%252C+julia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-1297313365628215898</id><published>2011-06-12T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T15:51:59.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Last Piece of Gum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CkUB5JDToBg/TfVCinsvYFI/AAAAAAAABCQ/AQKpJp6XRNE/s1600/s%252Cjc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CkUB5JDToBg/TfVCinsvYFI/AAAAAAAABCQ/AQKpJp6XRNE/s640/s%252Cjc.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thursday was the last day Summer will be chewing gum for the next 2 years or so.&lt;br /&gt;She got spacers for her braces.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot you can't chew anything once you get spacers.&lt;br /&gt;We should of had a chewy party for her and loaded up on gum, Laffy Taffy, and carmel corn.&lt;br /&gt;She ate lots of oatmeal and smoothies the first couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;Last night she ate like a whole pizza because she was so excited to be able to eat solid food again and feeling deprived of calories.&lt;br /&gt;Full on braces pics to come the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is enjoying her lazy summer days.&lt;br /&gt;She bought a season pass to Sun Splash with her friend Brooke.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe she's old enough to do that.&lt;br /&gt;She chooses to swim with her friends rather than her bros and sis.&lt;br /&gt;She is reading tons of books.&lt;br /&gt;Her main intake of food is otter pops.&lt;br /&gt;For entertainment and laughs she chooses The Cosby Show on Netflix.&lt;br /&gt;With no homework to hurry to, she enjoys chit chatting and laughing with the fam at the kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;She gets the oldest child advantage of staying up late and getting &amp;nbsp;a snack from the gas station with dad after they practice their putting in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;(They promise me there is no furniture and ball contact.)&lt;br /&gt;She is being a super big help to me around the house.&lt;br /&gt;She is the manager when I am away and doing her part in training her siblings to become responsible and hard working young men and woman.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she could probably live on her own already, but luckily we have her for 4 more years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-1297313365628215898?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/1297313365628215898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-6755084691327124117</id><published>2011-06-08T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:27:20.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqEtaatZrKc/TfArol0at6I/AAAAAAAABCA/zKu7OzZN3hc/s1600/JC+play.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqEtaatZrKc/TfArol0at6I/AAAAAAAABCA/zKu7OzZN3hc/s640/JC+play.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joshua with his favorite toy- "CKICKER"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So I tricked Joshua into a play date today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Joshua and I went to Chick-Fil-A, one with a playland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And we just happen to run into his friend Logan from school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When he saw Logan he smiled, but then grabbed my arm with a death grip and turned away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Major anxiety pulsing through his veins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Let's go say HI," &amp;nbsp;I encouraged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;He walked over, still with the death grip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Logan said "HI".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Joshua said "HI".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And then we gravitated to the play area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Once his sandals were off, he dashed to the slide and the rest is history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;They played for almost 2 hours with Logan's brothers and sister, while Danielle and I chatted away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There wasn't a lot of talking in the play area, but lots of playing and smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It worked out great and we are definitely getting together again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I usually don't like to keep things from Joshua because I know he likes to know what is going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The only other time I keep quiet is when we are going to the dentist, because no matter how far in advanced he knows, it doesn't make him any more calmer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But my gut told me to go for it and just spring it on him. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Besides I knew he would have fun if he just didn't think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And now next time I can say, "Hey Josh, we are going to go play with Logan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And I'm pretty sure I'll get an, "Okay, Mom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;See Joshua, play dates are really more fun than going to the dentist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And YES! &amp;nbsp;This week has been better than last week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Summer school started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Other news: &amp;nbsp;Joshua lost ANOTHER tooth. &amp;nbsp;Still waiting for 6 teeth to grow in now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;He swallowed it and was pretty freaked out because you don't swallow teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I assured him it just went into is stomach. &amp;nbsp;No biggie. &amp;nbsp;People swallow teeth all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Mom, we should get an x-ray and see the tooth in my throat." &amp;nbsp;Giggle. &amp;nbsp;Giggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-6755084691327124117?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/6755084691327124117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/06/play-date.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/6755084691327124117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/6755084691327124117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/06/play-date.html' title='Play Date'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-NqEtaatZrKc/TfArol0at6I/AAAAAAAABCA/zKu7OzZN3hc/s72-c/JC+play.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-2090030261282525554</id><published>2011-06-04T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T21:01:29.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Snuggling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bQr-8D_lIa0/Ter09BBhIVI/AAAAAAAABB0/ogst9vAHIH4/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bQr-8D_lIa0/Ter09BBhIVI/AAAAAAAABB0/ogst9vAHIH4/s640/003.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Today was a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We went to Kate's swim meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Did a little housework, but not to much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The kids watched 10 episodes of Phineas and Ferb on Netflix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Taylor and Jacob went swimming with Noah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Summer, Kate, and I ate yummy Bahama Buck shaved ice and enjoyed a lovely matinee of the ballet Thumbelina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Joshua&amp;nbsp; not so happy today.&amp;nbsp; Lots of time out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I thought my little girl time would refresh me and help me to be a better mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But by dinner time I was tired of his yelling and the time outs and I hadn't even been around for most of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I was a bit down while eating my pizza, thinking maybe Joshua would like summer camp and be happier in the wilderness for 3 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But then I received another treasured moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I was just about to put&amp;nbsp; fresh sheets on my bed, listening to Taylor Swift, and Joshua climbed on the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Do you want me to wrap you up in the sheet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Yes.&amp;nbsp; Make a bow," he says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I did.&amp;nbsp; And then I just wrapped my arms around that boy, and he let me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And we snuggled for a long time and he even let me sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And then I was crying because I remembered moments like these from the past and my sweet little boy is letting me hold him again and there is absolutely no yelling occuring and I'm not at my wits end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And then Kate joins us, wrapping her arms around me and her brother because that is what Kate does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Always showing her love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; And then comes Summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And we are singing and snuggling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And then we are laughing and dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And Summer wraps Joshua up like a mummy and lifts him up in her arms because that is the kind of sister she is, strong and full of charity.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And it's one of those heaven like moments, where time doesn't exist and you are consumed with the joy of what really matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;There is no yelling the rest of the night (except when Andy throws Joshua in his bed).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Only a calm voice with some stimming in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And the day ends happily with giggling and an all boy pillow fight after family prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And that one simple moment, makes every other moment of the day seem perfectly worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And I am completely filled with peace and love, grateful for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It really was a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-2090030261282525554?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/2090030261282525554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/06/gift-of-snuggling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/2090030261282525554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/2090030261282525554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/06/gift-of-snuggling.html' title='The Gift of Snuggling'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-bQr-8D_lIa0/Ter09BBhIVI/AAAAAAAABB0/ogst9vAHIH4/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-1273057886127617601</id><published>2011-06-04T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T20:15:31.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate's 1st Swim Meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wFTVYAE9I3M/TerzDJcKiDI/AAAAAAAABBw/PzbAr4eaAW8/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wFTVYAE9I3M/TerzDJcKiDI/AAAAAAAABBw/PzbAr4eaAW8/s640/001.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Kate started swim team this week and she loves it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It gets her up in the morning.&amp;nbsp; She is excited about it EVERYDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She had her first swim meet today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Freestlye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She did everything her coach told her to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She even let me give her a little advice.(Yes I was shocked.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Just like dancing, she likes to pay attention to all the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She had so much fun today and was way excited about her yellow ribbon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I am excited to watch her this season and praying I make it through the heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mom how did you do swim team every year in this heat?!&amp;nbsp; Thanks for doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I think being a mom and watching your swimmer is almost as much fun as competing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Here's to our first swim team season in AZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-1273057886127617601?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/1273057886127617601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/06/kates-1st-swim-meet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/1273057886127617601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/1273057886127617601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/06/kates-1st-swim-meet.html' title='Kate&apos;s 1st Swim Meet'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-wFTVYAE9I3M/TerzDJcKiDI/AAAAAAAABBw/PzbAr4eaAW8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-2912171002058031942</id><published>2011-06-01T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T19:50:02.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out for Summer!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OhtQlftOcNg/Teb3mhuWO2I/AAAAAAAABBs/zr3-4bd8Fwo/s1600/T+sleep.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OhtQlftOcNg/Teb3mhuWO2I/AAAAAAAABBs/zr3-4bd8Fwo/s640/T+sleep.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?! &amp;nbsp;Taylor Sleeping in!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We are so excited that it is summer!&lt;br /&gt;The last 3 weeks of school we were counting down the days of no homework and no schedule (okay reduced schedule.)&lt;br /&gt;So far the weather has been beautiful only reaching up to 100.&lt;br /&gt;We are swimming, eating lots of fruit and ice cream, and staying up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning it hit me that Taylor is getting closer and closer to being a teenager. &lt;br /&gt;He'll turn 12 this summer, which is a pretty big age, and pretty much close enough to being a teen.&lt;br /&gt;He graduated from Elementary School. &lt;br /&gt;Next step Junior High.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night he went to a football game with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;At 10pm I started getting nervous because Taylor is not a night owl, he's an early bird.&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering if he was falling asleep amongst a cheering crowd.&lt;br /&gt;He came home at 10:30pm with a smile on his face saying he had a great time and loved arena football.&lt;br /&gt;"Sports are definitely better in person than on TV."&lt;br /&gt;The next morning he slept until 9:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;Never in his life has he slept in that late.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor has always been the first one up and Sunday morning he was the last.&lt;br /&gt;It was just a reminder to me that he is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;Eating lots, sleeping more, and acting goofier, especially among his friends.&lt;br /&gt;Out of all of our munchkins, Taylor is especially excited for SUMMER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-2912171002058031942?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/2912171002058031942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/06/schools-out-for-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/2912171002058031942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/2912171002058031942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/06/schools-out-for-summer.html' title='School&apos;s Out for Summer!!!!!!'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-OhtQlftOcNg/Teb3mhuWO2I/AAAAAAAABBs/zr3-4bd8Fwo/s72-c/T+sleep.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-3030041808559308886</id><published>2011-05-29T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T17:53:54.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1eBUMd_8xCk/TeHIYIdPcVI/AAAAAAAABBc/sThfTZNUJpM/s640/JC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;This is the picture I got from Joshua for Mother's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I love his face.&amp;nbsp; It looks like he is going on his first date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Or with his behavior lately, he's telling me- "I love you Mom....I think."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Joshua has been growing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And as we have experienced, anytime Joshua decides to be more part of the world, there are great things happening, with a few challenges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Let's start with the positives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Last month he started playing with another boy at recess named Brayden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;THIS IS HUGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Joshua has never played with a friend at recess, unless made to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He usually takes recess as a time to regroup and be by himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The last 2 years he has headed straight for the swing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Brayden also has autism, but he is very social. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He chose Joshua as his friend and Joshua decided to play along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I still remember Joshua first telling me about Brayden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"I play with Brayden at recess.&amp;nbsp; We played seals down the slide."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I was full of joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;This has continued on for a few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Aiden has joined the group now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Since then Joshua has told us about all of his friends, what their names are, what grade they are in, which bus they ride.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He is so excited to have friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I don't know how much he talks to his friends, but he loves talking about his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He was talking more and more about friends, and he was talking more and more to us, using more and more words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It has been amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Everyone is amazed by how much he is talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;With all this friend making, I thought Joshua would actually maybe want to invite a friend over to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Anxiety hits his face as I ask him and even crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"What's wrong?"&amp;nbsp; I ask him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;After many minutes he tells me-"Friends stay at school."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He wouldn't even go to Sophia's birthday party.&amp;nbsp; He loves Sophia, but she's a school friend and "Friends stay at school."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Maybe next year we can take the next friend step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Now all of Joshua's friends have autism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;As time has gone on Joshua decided to tell us more than mere facts about his friends.&amp;nbsp; He decided to share their behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Sophia cried in APE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Logan had to go in time out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Should we throw books when we are in the reading are?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Now I know these are good kids, but for what ever reason he decided to focus on their negative behavior, which I know happens, but not all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hence the behavior changes with Joshua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Last month he decided he didn't like adults anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Instead of thinking adults were mad at him all the time (that phase lasted a few months), he was going to be mad at adults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He started yelling, screaming, pretending he was going to hit, or kick, any time an adult tried to help or correct him, which is a lot in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;His wonderful teachers at school, helped him to come up with some more appropriate behaviors when he is frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Luckily at&amp;nbsp; school this behavior only lasted 2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;At home it is still going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He now knows what the word rude means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"I'm rude at you mom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;No matter what I say to him.&amp;nbsp; He's mad at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;This last month is the first time Joshua has had to go in time out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He has never chosen to make wrong choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He has had melt downs where he has gone to his room to calm down, but never a time out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It's basically like having a 2 year old in a 8 year old body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We started the time out with one minute, the whole time him yelling-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"It's too long."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Now he's up to 3 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Is this wearing on my patience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I must admit, it does at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Yet, we are trying to rejoice in the fact that he is being like any other kid, testing the limits and learning new emotions, sometimes even saying-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Mom I don't like you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Just why does it have to be so hard sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I guess I still need to learn about patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sometimes I miss my super happy Joshua, but there are many treasured moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Like one second he can be mad at me and then I just say-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Joshua I love you so much!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And then he gets a big grin on his face and says-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"I love you so much too Mom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I figured out that at bed time when its dark and he is laying in his bed, he is done being mad at me for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I snuggle with him and make him giggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I sing him a song and scratch his back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He says his prayer, asking Heavenly Father _"bless I have good sleeps."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And then we give each other lots of kisses on the cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And then I am blessed with more patience to be the loving and giving mom to the son who is always mad at her, hopeful that this too shall pass, and excited to see the next stage of growth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It's hard having autism.&amp;nbsp; People are always telling you what to do or making a big deal about every little thing you do. One day something is easy and the next time it's hard or doesn't make sense.&amp;nbsp; You can only seem to succeed in a handful of things at once and everyone else keeps getting further and further ahead of you.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes you do something and people think its funny.&amp;nbsp; Other times you do something that you think is funny, but it's not.&amp;nbsp; The confusion goes on and on.&amp;nbsp; So much to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Andy thinks that maybe he figured out it is easier to be mad than confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He can be mad at me for the rest of his life, if it means he will keep growing and sharing more of himself with us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Joshua is an amazing boy, doing amazing things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Some of Joshua's favorites lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He loves learning about different languages and cultures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Mom when I see Grandma Cardon, I call her Abuela Cardon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Mom say a German word."&amp;nbsp; (I don't know any)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Mom watch me do kung fu and tia chi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Joshua loves the movie "Tangled"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;His favorite song is "Mother Knows Best."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He likes to record himself singing it on Photo Booth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And as I mentioned before- He loves talking about his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He loves when I wear a skirt.&amp;nbsp; Everytime-"Nice skirt mom!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He loves eating strawberries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He loves mint ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He loves to be silly and make people laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;There are many things in his world that make him happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Last night I said,"&amp;nbsp; Joshua I hope you make good choices so we can have a fun summer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;With the most excited voice I have ever heard him use_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Mom it's summer break.&amp;nbsp; I am SO excited for summer break."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And then we talked about all the fun things we will do this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And I went to bed hopeful that it really will be an exciting summer break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;May God bless me with patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Or I might just be spending some short/long periods of time in my room, giving myself a time out until I can be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-3030041808559308886?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/3030041808559308886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/05/joshua-moments.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/3030041808559308886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/3030041808559308886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/05/joshua-moments.html' title='Joshua Moments'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-1eBUMd_8xCk/TeHIYIdPcVI/AAAAAAAABBc/sThfTZNUJpM/s72-c/JC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-6917377059386502622</id><published>2011-05-28T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T21:12:01.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob Earns His Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3B-fHac1LE/TeHGsWDe3iI/AAAAAAAABBY/GynAhsXm4S4/s1600/JB+earns+bear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3B-fHac1LE/TeHGsWDe3iI/AAAAAAAABBY/GynAhsXm4S4/s640/JB+earns+bear.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I think Jacob should be the poster child for cub scouts.&lt;br /&gt;He loves it!&lt;br /&gt;Every single one of his leaders has come up to me and told me what a well behaved scout he is.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad there is one less boy in the world causing havoc during den meetings.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOUR BEST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-6917377059386502622?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/6917377059386502622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/05/jacob-earns-his-bear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/6917377059386502622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/6917377059386502622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/05/jacob-earns-his-bear.html' title='Jacob Earns His Bear'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-x3B-fHac1LE/TeHGsWDe3iI/AAAAAAAABBY/GynAhsXm4S4/s72-c/JB+earns+bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-7899762927029493696</id><published>2011-05-28T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T21:07:44.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYtJYCkJSwo/TeHEadnOLrI/AAAAAAAABBU/shNN40Z3T_s/s1600/CK+mom+program.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYtJYCkJSwo/TeHEadnOLrI/AAAAAAAABBU/shNN40Z3T_s/s640/CK+mom+program.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mother's Day was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I love being a mother. &amp;nbsp;I love all the homemade gifts my kids give me. &amp;nbsp;Summer even wrote me a poem.&lt;br /&gt;Kate's 1st grade teacher, Ms. Hyde had a Mother's Day tea for all the mother's in her class.&lt;br /&gt;Kate made me lots of gifts, including a book about all the things she loves about me.&lt;br /&gt;Then her class did a little program.&lt;br /&gt;They sang some cute songs about mothers.&lt;br /&gt;Then they each told us what they loved about their mother.&lt;br /&gt;Most kids were saying, I love my mom because she ...cleans my room...makes me dinner...takes me places...etc.&lt;br /&gt;Kate was the last one.&lt;br /&gt;I was curious to see what she would say.&lt;br /&gt;She stood perfectly still and straight, and in &amp;nbsp;a clear voice she said very seriously-&lt;br /&gt;"I love my mom because she serves my family."&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the room said,"Awww.." and turned to look at me.&lt;br /&gt;That's Kate. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves to hear what she has to say.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she makes me want to cry(because she's so sweet) and laugh( because I've never seen her speak so seriously) at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Hyde's daughter was there to help. &amp;nbsp;She was so impressed with what Kate said, she used her little example in the Mother's Day talk she gave that Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I feel blessed to have 5 of the most amazing kids, who make me feel loved everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-7899762927029493696?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/7899762927029493696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/7899762927029493696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/7899762927029493696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-NYtJYCkJSwo/TeHEadnOLrI/AAAAAAAABBU/shNN40Z3T_s/s72-c/CK+mom+program.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-8236357944798297371</id><published>2011-05-28T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T20:54:48.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0JeX-zqm8Y/TeHAsC-wufI/AAAAAAAABBM/BHBCEZmDa0o/s1600/T%252CK+tease.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0JeX-zqm8Y/TeHAsC-wufI/AAAAAAAABBM/BHBCEZmDa0o/s640/T%252CK+tease.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor teasing Kate with a dirty sock&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Out of all the kids this school year, I would have to say Taylor has changed the most. &amp;nbsp;He decided to be a lot more social at school, and even though he was caught talking a lot more in class, his grades actually went up. &amp;nbsp;He has matured in so many ways and has been very responsible with his homework. &amp;nbsp;I feel like he is ready for junior high in the fall, but I can't believe he has finished elementary school. &amp;nbsp;He still loves to tease and loves to hang out with his friends doing 12 year old boy stuff. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XfKo1ZVzCx8/TeHAwSZA0rI/AAAAAAAABBQ/OBPag_ML0i0/s1600/T+concert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XfKo1ZVzCx8/TeHAwSZA0rI/AAAAAAAABBQ/OBPag_ML0i0/s640/T+concert.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was Taylor's last band concert. &amp;nbsp;He is retiring from the flute. &amp;nbsp;He is so good at it, even without practicing like he should, but he informs me he is ready to move on to other things. &amp;nbsp;Something about computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor is a great help to us and we are excited to have another babysitter in our home.&lt;br /&gt;The other night Summer was at a party and Taylor watched the kids while Andy and I went to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;I was so impressed that everyone was in bed with the lights out when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor isn't always the best at watching the time, especially if the TV is on.&lt;br /&gt;He gets a little distracted.&lt;br /&gt;I knew the kids had just went to bed, so I went in the boys' room to compliment Taylor on getting everyone to bed and being so responsible.&lt;br /&gt;Then Jacob speaks up, "Mom, I'm the one who turned the lights out."&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'll take tag team babysitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-8236357944798297371?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/8236357944798297371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/05/taylor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/8236357944798297371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/8236357944798297371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/05/taylor.html' title='Taylor'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-l0JeX-zqm8Y/TeHAsC-wufI/AAAAAAAABBM/BHBCEZmDa0o/s72-c/T%252CK+tease.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-1210936463634927016</id><published>2011-05-28T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T20:41:45.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Track Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0BX2mDY1Y4/TeG9fJD8UuI/AAAAAAAABA8/yl-QadDn1JU/s1600/S+special+olympics.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0BX2mDY1Y4/TeG9fJD8UuI/AAAAAAAABA8/yl-QadDn1JU/s640/S+special+olympics.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer encouraging everyone on with her huge smile.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-drGeBQkQlEY/TeG9i_RLeyI/AAAAAAAABBA/Zvibrjnyyfw/s1600/S+special+olympics2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-drGeBQkQlEY/TeG9i_RLeyI/AAAAAAAABBA/Zvibrjnyyfw/s640/S+special+olympics2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer with her coach Ms. Cuppage&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This spring Summer and Joshua signed up for the Special Olympics track team. &amp;nbsp;Joshua didn't like it so much and wouldn't go after the first practice. &amp;nbsp;Summer on the other hand loved it and decided to volunteer even though Joshua bailed out. &amp;nbsp;She loved going every week and supporting the athletes and making new friends. &amp;nbsp;She really enjoyed spending extra time with her coach Ms. Cuppage who also happens to be her PE teacher at school. &amp;nbsp;Summer is a sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;In English this year her class voted Summer as the person most likely to donate to a charity and adopt 10 kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WtbnWJhP_sU/TeG9nDPgzGI/AAAAAAAABBE/WBQTv_e9X-w/s1600/JB+track2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WtbnWJhP_sU/TeG9nDPgzGI/AAAAAAAABBE/WBQTv_e9X-w/s640/JB+track2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready for the 400m&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Jacob decided to try track and field.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob is super cordinated, but is not a lover of sports. &amp;nbsp;He doesn't like competition.&lt;br /&gt;After hearing him tell me how he plays tag every recess and watching him run around in the backyard all the time. &amp;nbsp;I talked him into trying track.&lt;br /&gt;He really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;He competed in the Hershey Track meet in the 400M, 100M, and standing long jump.&lt;br /&gt;He was pretty nervous, but after his first event, he was at ease and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;He's looking forward to running again next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-1210936463634927016?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/1210936463634927016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/05/track-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/1210936463634927016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/1210936463634927016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/05/track-season.html' title='Track Season'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-I0BX2mDY1Y4/TeG9fJD8UuI/AAAAAAAABA8/yl-QadDn1JU/s72-c/S+special+olympics.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-5349719908475621974</id><published>2011-05-26T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T16:39:09.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April-Grandpa Gaisford's funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whenever I think of Grandpa Gaisfords funeral, I just get a big smile on my face. &lt;br /&gt;The whole event lasted the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;It was a big family reunion which is exactly how Grandpa and Grandma would want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;All of my cousins were there, except Geoff who lives in Denmark.&lt;br /&gt;Some of these lovely people I hadn't seen in years, but are still near and dear to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;(Funeral on Saturday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rV47ci6xQvQ/Td7b0Ky9WHI/AAAAAAAABAs/HhPi1y7YXg8/s1600/Cousins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rV47ci6xQvQ/Td7b0Ky9WHI/AAAAAAAABAs/HhPi1y7YXg8/s640/Cousins.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jennifer, Michelle, Claire, and Christin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;These lovely ladies are some of my favorites. &amp;nbsp;We have made many memories together. &amp;nbsp;One of our favorites was when Michelle, Jennifer, and I flew to Baltimore to visit Karen and Claire. &amp;nbsp;I was 13 at the time. My aunt Kay took us to all the historical sites. &amp;nbsp;It was a trip I will always remember. &amp;nbsp; I was able to spend lots of time with Michelle and Jennifer during my growing up years since we all grew up in Phoenix. &amp;nbsp;And Claire and I have always been close, especially since we both ended up at BYU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Burial on Monday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jzg-tKd8nDo/Td7b46ozSCI/AAAAAAAABAw/w3xgTJa-A58/s1600/Gpa+burial+liz%252Cgordon%252Csteve%252C+hal.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jzg-tKd8nDo/Td7b46ozSCI/AAAAAAAABAw/w3xgTJa-A58/s640/Gpa+burial+liz%252Cgordon%252Csteve%252C+hal.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elizabeth, Gordon, Steve, and Hal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My mom has 3 older brothers. &amp;nbsp;They all spoke at the funeral and share so many memories and life lessons. &amp;nbsp;My grandpa served in the military during WWII and was buried in the veterans cemetery in Phoenix. &amp;nbsp;The ceremony was very touching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gsy-q-AKT5o/Td7b5VJIvlI/AAAAAAAABA0/SEKgMaYm_68/s1600/Jordan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gsy-q-AKT5o/Td7b5VJIvlI/AAAAAAAABA0/SEKgMaYm_68/s640/Jordan.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After the burial everyone who was able to went to one of Grandma and Grandpa Gaisfords favorite mexican restaurant, Jordan's. &amp;nbsp;I remember going there as a child many times. &amp;nbsp;Some times we would go there to celebrate the end of the school year or our good grades. &amp;nbsp;The food was delicious! &amp;nbsp;Afterwards we drove by grandma and grandpa's old home in phoenix. &amp;nbsp;It is still yellow and so beautiful. &amp;nbsp;I spent much of my childhood at that beautiful house on Myrtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Swimming on Saturday and Monday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eM67iXwK_sc/Td7b9UG-UCI/AAAAAAAABA4/7H8aqHdMCJE/s1600/JC%252CJB%252Ckate+hot+tub.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eM67iXwK_sc/Td7b9UG-UCI/AAAAAAAABA4/7H8aqHdMCJE/s640/JC%252CJB%252Ckate+hot+tub.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Of course some kind of party has to be happening when you get together with the Gaisfords. &amp;nbsp;We spent some time at the pool at Val Vista Lakes. &amp;nbsp;The kids had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Celebrating Grandma and Grandpa Gaisfords life and spending time with one another as a family is exactly the kind of funeral grandpa would have wanted.&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/4447459840555462672-5349719908475621974?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/5349719908475621974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/05/april-grandpa-gaisfords-funeral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/5349719908475621974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/5349719908475621974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/05/april-grandpa-gaisfords-funeral.html' title='April-Grandpa Gaisford&apos;s funeral'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-rV47ci6xQvQ/Td7b0Ky9WHI/AAAAAAAABAs/HhPi1y7YXg8/s72-c/Cousins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-6866264423452149129</id><published>2011-05-26T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T12:48:47.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate's Dance Recital</title><content type='html'>Last Friday was a bit crazy. &lt;br /&gt;We had wedding day and we had to fit in Kate's dance recital.&lt;br /&gt;She has been working so hard in dance and gymnastics class. &lt;br /&gt;We timed wedding pictures just right and requested that Kate's 2 performances be last.&lt;br /&gt;Here's our star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCGDJa8w1FU/Td6sqijMqII/AAAAAAAABAg/y8QHIQN0U3s/s1600/k+dance+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCGDJa8w1FU/Td6sqijMqII/AAAAAAAABAg/y8QHIQN0U3s/s640/k+dance+1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kate in the front, left side bending down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This girl has some moves. &amp;nbsp;This was a difficult dance. &amp;nbsp;Super fast and the girls did great! &amp;nbsp;My kidos and I were in awe of how comfortable Kate is on the stage. &amp;nbsp;She puts her heart into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K9ZUPQQvETI/Td6suNAzlMI/AAAAAAAABAk/KxQ_76mFT8M/s1600/k+dance+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K9ZUPQQvETI/Td6suNAzlMI/AAAAAAAABAk/KxQ_76mFT8M/s640/k+dance+2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kate's gymnastic performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;This year Hailey and Kate did gymnastics together. &amp;nbsp;They had so much fun. &amp;nbsp;And both girls shined on the stage. &amp;nbsp;At 5 and 6 years of age the girls do all of their own stunts and spotting. &amp;nbsp;Mrs. Martinson is an amazing teacher. &amp;nbsp;I don't know how she taught those girls while being pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQYKDNfw1Zg/Td6syWwgvEI/AAAAAAAABAo/heySiEvN1II/s1600/K+dance+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQYKDNfw1Zg/Td6syWwgvEI/AAAAAAAABAo/heySiEvN1II/s640/K+dance+3.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kate danced her heart out!&lt;br /&gt;She was red in the face and sweating with enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;We are so grateful to Ms. Michelle and her garage dance studio.&lt;br /&gt;Bravo to our show girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-6866264423452149129?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/6866264423452149129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/05/kates-dance-recital.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/6866264423452149129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/6866264423452149129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/05/kates-dance-recital.html' title='Kate&apos;s Dance Recital'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-FCGDJa8w1FU/Td6sqijMqII/AAAAAAAABAg/y8QHIQN0U3s/s72-c/k+dance+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-2610934774278980565</id><published>2011-05-26T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T12:37:33.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scott and Megan Cardon Wedding- May 21, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZabfMmkZBOo/TdyGU70l2gI/AAAAAAAAA_k/a1OgeJDvKso/s1600/Scott+and+Megan.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZabfMmkZBOo/TdyGU70l2gI/AAAAAAAAA_k/a1OgeJDvKso/s640/Scott+and+Megan.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scott and Megan Cardon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My youngest brother Scott was sealed to his lovely bride Megan this weekend in the Mesa, AZ temple.&amp;nbsp; It was such a wonderful experience being in the temple with my parents and all of my siblings.&amp;nbsp; Megan is the most beautiful young woman on the outside and inside.&amp;nbsp; She is a classy lady and I think her and Scott could be in some wedding magazine issue.&amp;nbsp; Seriously every single engagement, bridal, and wedding photo was gorgeous.&amp;nbsp; They are totally in love and I am so happy for them.&amp;nbsp; We are so excited to have Megan be a part of our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The wedding was beautiful and the reception was a blast.&amp;nbsp; Receptions seem to be a lot more fun these days.&amp;nbsp; We partied hard.&amp;nbsp; The kids even had a great time.&amp;nbsp; I never realized how much Taylor loves dancing.&amp;nbsp; It was like he physically couldn't contain himself.&amp;nbsp; He danced for 2 hours straight with minimal beverage and food breaks.&amp;nbsp; He was cracking me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mostly it was just a fun weekend spending time with my family.&amp;nbsp; Here are a few of my favorite pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CrQx9uZzsRQ/Td6o4PBDx0I/AAAAAAAAA_4/IIHIDta0Fy0/s1600/cardon+fam+temple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CrQx9uZzsRQ/Td6o4PBDx0I/AAAAAAAAA_4/IIHIDta0Fy0/s640/cardon+fam+temple.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cardon Fam&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ETpwTpCGhlI/Td6pHSIA7eI/AAAAAAAABAA/3zCXCPkfufM/s1600/sisters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ETpwTpCGhlI/Td6pHSIA7eI/AAAAAAAABAA/3zCXCPkfufM/s640/sisters.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sisters. Yes I ALWAYS wear sunglasses.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SRJnyp9pfTs/Td6p2iOLJuI/AAAAAAAABAU/m56xO-eG62E/s1600/scott+mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SRJnyp9pfTs/Td6p2iOLJuI/AAAAAAAABAU/m56xO-eG62E/s640/scott+mom.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and her baby- Scott&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_i4fOd5nhaM/Td6pCJDZKTI/AAAAAAAAA_8/AACNC30m4PQ/s1600/megan%252C+flower+gals.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_i4fOd5nhaM/Td6pCJDZKTI/AAAAAAAAA_8/AACNC30m4PQ/s640/megan%252C+flower+gals.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kate was SO excited to be a flower girl!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RRbP2KcI09U/Td6pp_h6oUI/AAAAAAAABAQ/A_sFSORAEGw/s1600/grandkids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RRbP2KcI09U/Td6pp_h6oUI/AAAAAAAABAQ/A_sFSORAEGw/s640/grandkids.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of the grands- Joshua not feeling well&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAIUi2188sg/Td6pOzbjcuI/AAAAAAAABAI/ADoEwfwP-xo/s1600/c+and+kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAIUi2188sg/Td6pOzbjcuI/AAAAAAAABAI/ADoEwfwP-xo/s640/c+and+kids.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Part of my beautiful clan.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYnzBeQKf10/Td6pWvmekuI/AAAAAAAABAM/-y5jNxjLTZQ/s1600/sis%252C+s%252C+silly+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYnzBeQKf10/Td6pWvmekuI/AAAAAAAABAM/-y5jNxjLTZQ/s640/sis%252C+s%252C+silly+pic.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reception fun. L-R:Summer, Rachael, Becky, Christin, Emily&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6XEf6kecyFU/Td6pMwJe66I/AAAAAAAABAE/UIBiG_wk-f0/s1600/cousins+dancing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6XEf6kecyFU/Td6pMwJe66I/AAAAAAAABAE/UIBiG_wk-f0/s640/cousins+dancing.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Party!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z7IjbqJt3_Y/Td6rzNDMawI/AAAAAAAABAc/zDQXlVq_gUQ/s1600/c+dancing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z7IjbqJt3_Y/Td6rzNDMawI/AAAAAAAABAc/zDQXlVq_gUQ/s640/c+dancing.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah! &amp;nbsp;I still have got some moves and I love this pic of Rachael.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-2610934774278980565?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/2610934774278980565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/05/scott-and-megan-cardon-wedding-may-21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/2610934774278980565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/2610934774278980565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/05/scott-and-megan-cardon-wedding-may-21.html' title='Scott and Megan Cardon Wedding- May 21, 2011'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-ZabfMmkZBOo/TdyGU70l2gI/AAAAAAAAA_k/a1OgeJDvKso/s72-c/Scott+and+Megan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-5068882307807999357</id><published>2011-05-24T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:08:01.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VXxr78E-7G4/Tdx-dr5V8_I/AAAAAAAAA_E/3vFYMpYWIGo/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VXxr78E-7G4/Tdx-dr5V8_I/AAAAAAAAA_E/3vFYMpYWIGo/s640/014.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jacob's 4th Grade Arizona Fair&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The bolo tie Jacob is wearing was my Papa's.&amp;nbsp; I don't ever remember him wearing it, but I'm sure someone very cool gave it to him since he had many friends all over the world.&amp;nbsp; Just thinking that his actual hands touched it, makes it a special treasure to our family.&amp;nbsp; Of course Summer picked it out as a keepsake and I'm sure one of these days she will actually wear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today I am thinking of Jacob because he thanked me for making breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He always is thanking me for something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And then this morning he gave me one of his random big big hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love when he does that .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope he never grows out of giving me hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was able to talk to Jacob's teacher Mrs. Buchanan today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She told me that Jacob is such a great writer.&amp;nbsp; Throughout the year she would always share Jacob's and Yasmin's writings as examples for the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's been fun reading his school journal and portfolio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4th grade has been a great year for Jacob.&amp;nbsp; He has really been able to increase his talents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am always grateful for good teachers who help my children discover themselves and help them to be the best they can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-5068882307807999357?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/5068882307807999357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/05/jacob.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/5068882307807999357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/5068882307807999357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/05/jacob.html' title='Jacob'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-VXxr78E-7G4/Tdx-dr5V8_I/AAAAAAAAA_E/3vFYMpYWIGo/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-4587765944429967394</id><published>2011-05-23T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T21:31:03.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Skills</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d_chIjxPmt0/Tdr2NfzO1KI/AAAAAAAAA-4/uQgOUSjssJA/s400/S+bread.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Summer has been getting things done in the kitchen these last few weeks.&amp;nbsp; She made bread for the first time for her friend Gloria's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AMe3u6pPwuo/Tdr60cRlG1I/AAAAAAAAA_A/t_I7tsdWihY/s1600/S+jam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AMe3u6pPwuo/Tdr60cRlG1I/AAAAAAAAA_A/t_I7tsdWihY/s400/S+jam.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XnGqzS38lKA/Tdr2O5bhs9I/AAAAAAAAA-8/SuRJxTYjfFs/s1600/S+jam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;She also whipped up this lovely batch of strawberry freezer jam.&amp;nbsp; It is the best ever!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It has been fun watching Summer gain some new skills and it is very helpful to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Maybe I can talk her into making homemade bread every morning this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pY5Kp1PBGkM/TeHLcQ4qkII/AAAAAAAABBg/qR9V5mOAXd8/s1600/S+draw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pY5Kp1PBGkM/TeHLcQ4qkII/AAAAAAAABBg/qR9V5mOAXd8/s400/S+draw.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Summer drew this for her science assignment. &amp;nbsp;Isn't it amazing? &amp;nbsp;Her teacher thougtht so. &amp;nbsp;She knows she won't be getting this assignment back. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I know I haven't blogged for a while.&amp;nbsp; A thousand things have been going on and I will have to back track.&amp;nbsp; I have been working on many projects in my home and blogging has been the last rung on the ladder. My garage has been my workshop for the last 7 months and it is time to close shop since 100 degrees is fastly approaching.&amp;nbsp; I love that I can sand and paint outside 7 months out of the year.&amp;nbsp; So today I cleaned out the garage and rolled my mini van back in hoping that my car can at least be a little cooler than the weather outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;More blogging to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-4587765944429967394?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/4587765944429967394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/05/summers-skills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4587765944429967394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4587765944429967394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/05/summers-skills.html' title='Summer&apos;s Skills'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-d_chIjxPmt0/Tdr2NfzO1KI/AAAAAAAAA-4/uQgOUSjssJA/s72-c/S+bread.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-6603048113422176674</id><published>2011-04-08T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:13:30.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'>Grandpa Gaisford</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wEotge5Ojmo/TZ_N-Ql03nI/AAAAAAAAA-U/mvDj5eVdZYQ/s1600/Gpa+Gaisford+sisters.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wEotge5Ojmo/TZ_N-Ql03nI/AAAAAAAAA-U/mvDj5eVdZYQ/s400/Gpa+Gaisford+sisters.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3baSxo2q4uI/TZ_OKHRGkpI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/f2LWYH7Oi_o/s1600/K+Gpa+Gaisford.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3baSxo2q4uI/TZ_OKHRGkpI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/f2LWYH7Oi_o/s400/K+Gpa+Gaisford.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last night Harold Rawson Gaisford passed on to the other side peacefully in his sleep.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He was the most amazing grandfather!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was so blessed to be able to live so close to him while I was growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He had such a sense of humor and gave the best hugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So many memories.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;All his hard work at the insurance office, the yard, and in the house.&amp;nbsp; The yard always looked beautiful and he was always fixing or painting something.&amp;nbsp; Whenever I am painting furniture, I think of him.&amp;nbsp; He was always so helpful to grandma. He was always working on something, except for when he was watching golf occasionally on Saturdays.&amp;nbsp; I would try so hard to watch it with him, but thought it was way too boring.&amp;nbsp; It's not so bad now.&amp;nbsp; Plus who can forget the plaid knickers he wore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Grandpa was always dressed handsomely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Little things like trident gum, freshly squeezed grapefruit juice, and peanut m&amp;amp;ms will always remind me of my childhood and grandpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I loved eating lunch at grandma and grandpa's house because grandpa would always come home and we would eath lunch while watching The Dick Van Dyke Show and The Andy Griffith Show.&amp;nbsp; He would always excuse himself and take a nap on&amp;nbsp; his office floor before going back to work.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that is how he stayed so energized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;His corny jokes and goofy faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;His love of music.&amp;nbsp; He was an amazing singer and lead a congregation beautifully with his silver baton.&amp;nbsp; The Mormon Tabernacle Choir and elevator music always remind me of grandpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He was always so vibrant, healthy, and positive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;His voice on the phone-"Well, hello Christin."&amp;nbsp; He's always has said it the same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He and Grandma always supported me in all that I did, even coming to my college graduation at BYU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was so grateful to be able to move back&amp;nbsp; AZ and make some more memories with Grandpa.&amp;nbsp; It was a joy to spend so much time again with him like when I was younger.&amp;nbsp; I was grateful to make more memories with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Wendy's chicken nuggets and sprite; watching tv land, including the Andy Griffith show, his smile, singing to me, a kiss on the cheek, his gratitude, sense of humor, more peanut m&amp;amp;ms, convincing me to drink ensure, blue oxford shirt, still always making me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He always made the best out of life and continued to teach me through his example even until the end of his life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am going to miss him greatly, but I am so grateful to know that he is in his heavenly home reunited with my grandma and free from all that he had to endure in the end.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;His smile and all the memories will be with me always until we meet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I look forward to that really big hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/4447459840555462672-6603048113422176674?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/6603048113422176674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/04/grandpa-gaisford.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/6603048113422176674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/6603048113422176674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/04/grandpa-gaisford.html' title='Grandpa Gaisford'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-wEotge5Ojmo/TZ_N-Ql03nI/AAAAAAAAA-U/mvDj5eVdZYQ/s72-c/Gpa+Gaisford+sisters.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-1598555342235868470</id><published>2011-04-02T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T21:13:27.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Me Smile Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-Qlfkgz7JY/TZfyuomaSQI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/WFBNEMA6PZk/s1600/girls%252C+gma+Cardon.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-Qlfkgz7JY/TZfyuomaSQI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/WFBNEMA6PZk/s640/girls%252C+gma+Cardon.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer, Kate, and Gma Cardon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Word that comes to mind-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEAUTIES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj31upp1Vlk/TZfytPUBj3I/AAAAAAAAA-M/BSDjzPhQXWI/s1600/S.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj31upp1Vlk/TZfytPUBj3I/AAAAAAAAA-M/BSDjzPhQXWI/s640/S.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Common scene at our dinner table-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SUMMER'S SOUNDLESS LAUGH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-1598555342235868470?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/1598555342235868470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/04/make-me-smile-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/1598555342235868470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/1598555342235868470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/04/make-me-smile-pictures.html' title='Make Me Smile Shots'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-K-Qlfkgz7JY/TZfyuomaSQI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/WFBNEMA6PZk/s72-c/girls%252C+gma+Cardon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-8934161268244448255</id><published>2011-04-02T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T21:19:09.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob's 10th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wHR5Lac2E-Q/TZfrlSAeNHI/AAAAAAAAA-E/A014KuuwmoU/s1600/JB+face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wHR5Lac2E-Q/TZfrlSAeNHI/AAAAAAAAA-E/A014KuuwmoU/s640/JB+face.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ten years ago today, Jacob Bentley was brought into the world. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He looked nothing like his sister or brother before him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He had a full head of dark hair and chubby cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He grew into the chubbiest and happiest baby. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The bigger he got, the happier he became.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He had the best smile and I love that even 10 years later he still has that same sparkle in his eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He is super smart, creative, and sensitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He likes order, following the rules, and has the best handwriting of any 4th grader I've seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He doesn't like getting messy and can't stand it when people don't use their table manners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He makes delicious scrambled eggs and loves to help me make dinner on Sunday nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He is always so grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He is crazy about owls, dragons, and any kind of magical creatures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He is a bookworm after dark and reads at night with his flashlight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He can be oh so happy and bursting with smiles and laughter, but watch out when he is in a bad mood, which isn't too often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He likes to make everyone happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZO5AV_nhkco/TZfloy5nigI/AAAAAAAAA90/QVFoGCuH4ME/s1600/JB+10th+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZO5AV_nhkco/TZfloy5nigI/AAAAAAAAA90/QVFoGCuH4ME/s200/JB+10th+.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lQS0dKYOy58/TZfltfjaQSI/AAAAAAAAA98/USpXrP_qTWc/s1600/JB+10th+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lQS0dKYOy58/TZfltfjaQSI/AAAAAAAAA98/USpXrP_qTWc/s200/JB+10th+3.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9IzKAxVn-eg/TZflqglZcQI/AAAAAAAAA94/SEBiIjKpB54/s1600/JB+10th+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9IzKAxVn-eg/TZflqglZcQI/AAAAAAAAA94/SEBiIjKpB54/s200/JB+10th+2.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jacob telling an animated story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Jacob was very excited to have a birthday party this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Since we have moved here he has been on the shyer side and it has taken him a while to make friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He just seemed a little unsure of himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But today he was all smiles, playing tag and capture the flag&amp;nbsp;with his buddies at the park in 97 degree weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was so fun watching him feel at ease and confident around his friends, yet at the same time being so considerate and making sure everyone was having a fun time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He is a great friend and brother,always wanting to include everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was a blast watching him run all over the field being the Zombie King.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ASzSV0VfzE/TZfuqaSsikI/AAAAAAAAA-I/yU9_ZtQKSfg/s1600/JB+candles.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ASzSV0VfzE/TZfuqaSsikI/AAAAAAAAA-I/yU9_ZtQKSfg/s640/JB+candles.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Rhkhe_9pu8/TZflgn_rGmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/qD54-4bFklk/s1600/K%252CGma%252CGpa+Cardon%252CJC%252CJB.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Rhkhe_9pu8/TZflgn_rGmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/qD54-4bFklk/s640/K%252CGma%252CGpa+Cardon%252CJC%252CJB.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TQblIy_TPFg/TZfo-EN9Z-I/AAAAAAAAA-A/KA2xFhvbZo8/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TQblIy_TPFg/TZfo-EN9Z-I/AAAAAAAAA-A/KA2xFhvbZo8/s640/securedownload.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="pp-headline-item pp-headline-address" dir="ltr" style="border-collapse: collapse; display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pp-headline-item pp-headline-address" dir="ltr" style="border-collapse: collapse; display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Like all of our children, Jacob has his own amazing talents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pp-headline-item pp-headline-address" dir="ltr" style="border-collapse: collapse; display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;One of his talents is his love for words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pp-headline-item pp-headline-address" dir="ltr" style="border-collapse: collapse; display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If any of us need to know how to spell a word, we ask Jacob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pp-headline-item pp-headline-address" dir="ltr" style="border-collapse: collapse; display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;He loves learning new words and he loves to use them in his writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pp-headline-item pp-headline-address" dir="ltr" style="border-collapse: collapse; display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Summer-"Isn't that sentence too descriptive?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pp-headline-item pp-headline-address" dir="ltr" style="border-collapse: collapse; display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Andy and I bought him this handmade leather notebook to write down all of his magical ideas and stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pp-headline-item pp-headline-address" dir="ltr" style="border-collapse: collapse; display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;He was very excited about it and we wouldn't be surprised if one day he publishes his very own book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pp-headline-item pp-headline-address" dir="ltr" style="border-collapse: collapse; display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pp-headline-item pp-headline-address" dir="ltr" style="border-collapse: collapse; display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACOB! &amp;nbsp;MAY ALL YOUR WISHES COME TRUE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pp-headline-item pp-headline-address" dir="ltr" style="border-collapse: collapse; display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-8934161268244448255?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/8934161268244448255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/04/jacobs-10th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/8934161268244448255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/8934161268244448255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/04/jacobs-10th-birthday.html' title='Jacob&apos;s 10th Birthday'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-wHR5Lac2E-Q/TZfrlSAeNHI/AAAAAAAAA-E/A014KuuwmoU/s72-c/JB+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-3476650634101481238</id><published>2011-03-29T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T16:15:30.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Summer started her Spring Break early and went off to Utah to visit grandparents, aunts, uncles, and friends. Summer loves Utah and the people who live there. &amp;nbsp;In a few short years she could be relocating back to the state and snow she adores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EdGR4leyZuY/TZJmPxplozI/AAAAAAAAA9k/7P6dFEbfPp4/s1600/S%252C+Sarahs%252C+SLC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EdGR4leyZuY/TZJmPxplozI/AAAAAAAAA9k/7P6dFEbfPp4/s640/S%252C+Sarahs%252C+SLC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Summer and the Sarahs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A few hours after Summer's plane landed we headed on our family vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This year we let the kids decide what adventure we would take this Spring Break.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We decided it was going to be a road trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The kind where you have to drive "forever" in kid time to get to each destination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We drove north and stayed in the small town of Kayenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The cool thing about Kayenta is that they have a very imformative exhibit about the Navajo code talkers of WWII located inside of the local Burger King.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Who knew?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We had a quick fast meal and we able to learn some history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The next morning we drove to our first destination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Jacob's top choice- The 4 Corners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He couldn't wait to do this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-P2gWL_ZeY/TZJPa6zwtLI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/uOQHLlX2W4k/s1600/JB+4+Corner.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-P2gWL_ZeY/TZJPa6zwtLI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/uOQHLlX2W4k/s640/JB+4+Corner.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;because how cool is it to be in 4 states at one time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wzMS8RcFwhc/TZJQKvqC8LI/AAAAAAAAA8c/759obFa1EJc/s1600/Kids+4+Corner.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wzMS8RcFwhc/TZJQKvqC8LI/AAAAAAAAA8c/759obFa1EJc/s640/Kids+4+Corner.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maxfields in Utah, Colorado, New Mexico, and Arizona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just in case you are curious. &amp;nbsp;There is lots of desert and then this lovely monument located at the four corners region. &amp;nbsp;We stayed for about 20 minutes and enjoyed the best Navajo Fry Bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We headed back into the car and drove where no car has been before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well at least it felt like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There was lots of desolation, but I trusted my husband who had been on many of these adventures before with his own dad, Conrad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was a bit erie, yet peaceful at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I gained a new understanding why Kathe, Andy's mom, always packs way more food than needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sure when her and Conrad were going on adventures she wasn't sure when and if there would be any sign of life before there destination or if there would even be something remotely similar to life once they reached their destination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then all of a sudden out of this vast desert, we saw a ranger station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We had arrived at Hovenweep located in Colorado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wODE9hx0LC4/TZJVSYfAkGI/AAAAAAAAA8k/E0O4cS4PSzY/s1600/A%252C+kids+Hovenweep2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wODE9hx0LC4/TZJVSYfAkGI/AAAAAAAAA8k/E0O4cS4PSzY/s640/A%252C+kids+Hovenweep2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was worth the drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We did some hiking and saw these amazing Indian dwellings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was hard to believe that there was a little town out in the middle of nowhere a long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yet not far from these dwellings was a huge mountain that was in the shape of a sleeping chief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Andy and I were pretty confident that up in the mountains is where these people spent the summer months because although it was pleasant weather in March, it's got to be scorching in July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was like Heavenly Father was watching out for these people and gave them the best of both worlds with the desert in the winter and a mountain in the summer, to ease their burdens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was quite an extraordinary place out in the middle of nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our day was not complete without hopping back into the car and driving to this spectacular place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4MeZkOx4VoE/TZJXltDb_II/AAAAAAAAA8o/QQgdD6zBv8o/s1600/K++MV.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4MeZkOx4VoE/TZJXltDb_II/AAAAAAAAA8o/QQgdD6zBv8o/s640/K++MV.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Monument Valley on the borders of Utah and Arizona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kate and Mittens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CXluitBJQTo/TZJX1ff_0ZI/AAAAAAAAA8w/bysDVUU9abE/s1600/JB%252CA%252CS+MV.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CXluitBJQTo/TZJX1ff_0ZI/AAAAAAAAA8w/bysDVUU9abE/s640/JB%252CA%252CS+MV.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We got there just before the sun was setting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Breathtaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6vYHtqrrpXQ/TZJYuYge92I/AAAAAAAAA80/_1LvU0jtO0k/s1600/C%252CK+MV+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6vYHtqrrpXQ/TZJYuYge92I/AAAAAAAAA80/_1LvU0jtO0k/s640/C%252CK+MV+2.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Andy introduced me to red sandstone in Moab, UT and I have been in love with it ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(At least in the Fall, Winter, and Spring)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We headed to Page, AZ, showered off all the red dirt, and snuggled in our Holiday Inn Express plush beds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We stayed the next 2 days in Page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After Andy's early morning scenic golf game we headed out to Horseshoe bend to get a view of the Colorado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rLucd4pEEro/TZJZu6hrw_I/AAAAAAAAA84/-ZvfOcvsvOE/s1600/Horseshoe+Canyon.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rLucd4pEEro/TZJZu6hrw_I/AAAAAAAAA84/-ZvfOcvsvOE/s640/Horseshoe+Canyon.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yYvcBDV7L50/TZJaSCl8psI/AAAAAAAAA88/_ld5SLroaEc/s1600/S+Horseshoe.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yYvcBDV7L50/TZJaSCl8psI/AAAAAAAAA88/_ld5SLroaEc/s640/S+Horseshoe.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The view was amazing and yes I was very nervous to have my children close to the edge. &amp;nbsp;I only could get part of the horseshoe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-icGdwDJRg/TZJaruGO5sI/AAAAAAAAA9A/sUVMcFa0OPk/s1600/A+kids+hike+Hovenweep.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-icGdwDJRg/TZJaruGO5sI/AAAAAAAAA9A/sUVMcFa0OPk/s640/A+kids+hike+Hovenweep.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Not everyone was excited about all the hiking we did, but I think all of the magnificent things we saw made it worth it. &amp;nbsp;Who wouldn't want to hike and see this ahead of them?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCUbAqPOE_o/TZJbrivnGwI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Z-Ws9ooN5Xc/s1600/T+sand.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCUbAqPOE_o/TZJbrivnGwI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Z-Ws9ooN5Xc/s640/T+sand.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After Taylor got out of his depressed mood of having to go on a family vacation, he finally got excited when he saw the red sand dunes. &amp;nbsp;He played and played without a complaint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y2BxbqUgAHA/TZJcOi10BjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/NtZ5bClTiEk/s1600/S%252CJC+sand.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y2BxbqUgAHA/TZJcOi10BjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/NtZ5bClTiEk/s640/S%252CJC+sand.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;All of the kidos got plenty of exercise running up and down those dunes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;while Andy and I sat out of the elements watching our kids have the time of their lives and reading and crosswording without interruptions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After more showers and another comfy nights rest, we headed back into the direction of home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But first we had to stop at a place called Lees Ferry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qg-vDeT32us/TZJdoKmCDGI/AAAAAAAAA9M/5rxAIRX9jxE/s1600/JC%252CJB%252CS+Lees+Ferry.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qg-vDeT32us/TZJdoKmCDGI/AAAAAAAAA9M/5rxAIRX9jxE/s640/JC%252CJB%252CS+Lees+Ferry.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This was a spot off the Colorado River where the Ferry transported people and things before the railroad.&lt;/div&gt;It was a beautiful homestead, with a garden, and orchard, right against the sandstone cliffs. &amp;nbsp;The perfect place for a picnic lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TonSSs360ik/TZJgCdmckGI/AAAAAAAAA9g/YWJkFj51AzY/s1600/A%252C+kids+Lees+Ferry.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TonSSs360ik/TZJgCdmckGI/AAAAAAAAA9g/YWJkFj51AzY/s640/A%252C+kids+Lees+Ferry.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CP5GMGMn8Dk/TZJeCYdEwNI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/NFbvhetJIfc/s1600/T+sticks+Lees+Ferry.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CP5GMGMn8Dk/TZJeCYdEwNI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/NFbvhetJIfc/s640/T+sticks+Lees+Ferry.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love this picture of Taylor because it shows that there is still that little boy part inside of him that can't resist picking up a stick, let alone two. Yes he did try to poke everyone with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XAcbTk8prDQ/TZJe268BwPI/AAAAAAAAA9U/VWL6yzoNZtU/s1600/S+car.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XAcbTk8prDQ/TZJe268BwPI/AAAAAAAAA9U/VWL6yzoNZtU/s320/S+car.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qD_TeBzR_-c/TZJe5gIqvtI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/k4a6LUeILmU/s1600/K+car.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qD_TeBzR_-c/TZJe5gIqvtI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/k4a6LUeILmU/s320/K+car.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And so our road trip ended, where it started,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Back on the road, DVD player plugged in, Laffy Taffy galore, Summer enthralled with her books while manning the back, and Kate always mixing in a little silliness with her Queen Amidalla impression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks to all of Andy's planning and driving, we had THE best road trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One of the reasons I fell for Andy was because of his love of nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He introduced me to the beauties of the earth that were right in my backyard (or in close proximity).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love the peacefulness of it all and I love getting away from the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love sharing these unique places with our children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They may not fully appreciate it now, but I'm sure one day they will adventure out with their own families, and share sights and stories of Maxfield road trips past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/4447459840555462672-3476650634101481238?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/3476650634101481238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/3476650634101481238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/3476650634101481238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/-EdGR4leyZuY/TZJmPxplozI/AAAAAAAAA9k/7P6dFEbfPp4/s72-c/S%252C+Sarahs%252C+SLC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-7102793990325548035</id><published>2011-03-21T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T10:40:19.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Grade Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AU-R9a4DnvY/TYeMqe_KArI/AAAAAAAAA8U/nBkkqritVHI/s1600/K+music3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AU-R9a4DnvY/TYeMqe_KArI/AAAAAAAAA8U/nBkkqritVHI/s640/K+music3.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kate had her 1st grade musical. &amp;nbsp;This cute little bug sang her heart out and did all of the actions with much enthusiasm. &amp;nbsp;She was so excited for performance day. &amp;nbsp;After performing it 3 times that day you would think she would be sick of it and done. &amp;nbsp;But not our Kate. &amp;nbsp;Before she went to bed she exclaimed, "I wish I could do it all over again tomorrow!" &amp;nbsp;with just as much drama as her show tunes. &amp;nbsp;She is a natural performer and I'm glad she loves it so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-7102793990325548035?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/7102793990325548035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-grade-musical.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/7102793990325548035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/7102793990325548035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-grade-musical.html' title='First Grade Musical'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AU-R9a4DnvY/TYeMqe_KArI/AAAAAAAAA8U/nBkkqritVHI/s72-c/K+music3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-3216277654638604569</id><published>2011-03-21T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T10:43:26.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February-Cancun</title><content type='html'>Andy and I were able to go to beautiful Cancun for 8 whole days with his parents, and most of his siblings. &amp;nbsp;My wonderful mom took care of our kidos with the help of my sisters and of course Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Tp1ValIV4VU/TYeGnh_rG4I/AAAAAAAAA78/atpUOmyk3ng/s1600/P1000376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Tp1ValIV4VU/TYeGnh_rG4I/AAAAAAAAA78/atpUOmyk3ng/s640/P1000376.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We stayed at a beautiful resort on the beach for 4 days taking in this beautiful view. &amp;nbsp;I must say that out of all the activities we did, my favorite was just sitting on the beach in the beautiful white sand looking out at the water,snoozing or reading my book. &amp;nbsp;The water was so warm and so beautiful. &amp;nbsp;The resort was just beautiful and so peaceful. We were surrounded by waterfalls, wildlife, and tropical plants. &amp;nbsp;The food was delicious and I couldn't get enough of the guacamole, mangos, and coconut ice cream. &amp;nbsp; It was so relaxing and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Qq7oIJUuFfs/TYeHu8RqDoI/AAAAAAAAA8E/4hokAhXdsLE/s1600/P1000411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Qq7oIJUuFfs/TYeHu8RqDoI/AAAAAAAAA8E/4hokAhXdsLE/s640/P1000411.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My favorite part of the trip was hanging out with the Maxfields. &amp;nbsp;It was fun to spend so much time just talking. &amp;nbsp;This is a rare photo of Con actually sitting and relaxing. &amp;nbsp;We are so grateful to Con and Kathe for providing us with this wonderful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qeJdUfR0PT0/TYeIjpWvOvI/AAAAAAAAA8I/04YO06lPTW8/s1600/P1000381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qeJdUfR0PT0/TYeIjpWvOvI/AAAAAAAAA8I/04YO06lPTW8/s640/P1000381.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tulum&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The reason why Con chose this vacation spot was because he wanted to show us all the amazing ruins he has explored over the years. &amp;nbsp;And of course it wouldn't be a Maxfield family vacation with some kind of road trip in an SUV. &amp;nbsp;We saw ruins in Tulum, Chichenen Itza, Edzna, and Uxmal. &amp;nbsp;It was incredible to imagine the Nephites/Lamanites living in these areas. &amp;nbsp;Con was a great tour guide and has so much knowledge and insight. &amp;nbsp;I loved Tulum because it was right off the water and Edzna and Uxmal because you could climb on the ruins, which made them all the more real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt so blessed to be able to have this experience and it will be a trip we will always remember.&lt;br /&gt;We were so impressed by it all, that we would love to take our own children their someday. &amp;nbsp;I know they would love it! &amp;nbsp;Paradise is calling to me already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-3216277654638604569?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/3216277654638604569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/03/february-cancun.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/3216277654638604569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/3216277654638604569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/03/february-cancun.html' title='February-Cancun'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Tp1ValIV4VU/TYeGnh_rG4I/AAAAAAAAA78/atpUOmyk3ng/s72-c/P1000376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-2463849987062430408</id><published>2011-03-21T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T10:46:55.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February Randomness</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Amazon, I finally received my battery charger for my camera.&lt;br /&gt;Here is what we were up to in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EgEfVb5_RD4/TYd5m5BjjXI/AAAAAAAAA7g/UwxTatsh_EA/s1600/P1000355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EgEfVb5_RD4/TYd5m5BjjXI/AAAAAAAAA7g/UwxTatsh_EA/s640/P1000355.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Summer ended another season of cross country. (She's the one on the left with the cute bun, with running buds Emily and Chandler.)&lt;br /&gt;She had so much fun with the team and was a little more competitive with her running this year. &lt;br /&gt;She always had a running buddy and then spirited her way the last leg of the race to the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;She was excited to make her best time at her last race, knocking off 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;And of course she was once again the best cheerleader on the team, always making everyone feel good about their efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-glioRVSg3lo/TYd6jF4Y9MI/AAAAAAAAA7k/XX3a9mnQ_v0/s1600/P1000368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-glioRVSg3lo/TYd6jF4Y9MI/AAAAAAAAA7k/XX3a9mnQ_v0/s640/P1000368.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Summer has her own sense of style, always looks cute, and can pull off anything when she is dressing up or choosing to be more casual. &amp;nbsp;This jumpsuit from Forever 21 is one of her latest fashion favs. &amp;nbsp;I love that Summer is so confident about herself. &amp;nbsp;She knows and &amp;nbsp;likes who she is. &amp;nbsp;It is one of her greatest qualities. She is a true beauty on the inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mWpVkK6eKs8/TYd8IsIJKkI/AAAAAAAAA7s/n-bvNrHKTLU/s1600/P1000361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mWpVkK6eKs8/TYd8IsIJKkI/AAAAAAAAA7s/n-bvNrHKTLU/s640/P1000361.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2YVSk0solJE/TYd9KO7ubVI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Kojrvi2WPAM/s1600/P1000506.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2YVSk0solJE/TYd9KO7ubVI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Kojrvi2WPAM/s640/P1000506.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kate is constantly asking to get her picture taken. &amp;nbsp;I don't know where this girl gets her genes from but, she can do the splits and loves gymnastics. She is always wowing us with her moves. She also loves to draw. &amp;nbsp;She made her friend Macy a friendship coloring book for her birthday. &amp;nbsp;She worked on it all night. I had to talk her into buying something at the store to add to the gift. &amp;nbsp;Of course she chose some crayons and stickers to go with the coloring book. &amp;nbsp;Kate made my day with this mural on the backyard cinderblock fence. &amp;nbsp;You can see it from the family room, kitchen, and even my bedroom window. &amp;nbsp;Outside my window it says, " Git nit mom I love you" It makes the backyard look so much better and makes me smile whenever I look at it. &amp;nbsp;She has a big heart and lots of energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-eizb_W3hmho/TYd7v_vDOII/AAAAAAAAA7o/WhJBP6-X-2I/s1600/P1000363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-eizb_W3hmho/TYd7v_vDOII/AAAAAAAAA7o/WhJBP6-X-2I/s640/P1000363.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dYYyM0um0fM/TYd_8SSj6mI/AAAAAAAAA74/cgcwpecGRN0/s1600/P1000360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dYYyM0um0fM/TYd_8SSj6mI/AAAAAAAAA74/cgcwpecGRN0/s640/P1000360.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Joshua's own trick. &amp;nbsp;I think it's a Kung Fu panda move. &amp;nbsp;He LOVES being silly! &amp;nbsp;He loves to do anything that will make you smile or laugh. &amp;nbsp;And as always he is a favorite with all the teachers at school. Joshua also lost his first tooth by natural causes. (It's on the bottom.) &amp;nbsp;Instead of being fearful, he was actually excited. &amp;nbsp;He was constantly wiggling it. &amp;nbsp;One night he started wiggling it when he went to bed at 8:30pm. &amp;nbsp;I didn't think anything of it until at 10:30pm he walked in my room and said, "Mom I'm done wiggling my tooth. &amp;nbsp;I go to bed now." &amp;nbsp;For about a week once it was close to falling out he kept saying, with a huge grin on his face, "My tooth will fall out. &amp;nbsp;Bleed a little. Use a tissure. And the tooth fairy comes!" &amp;nbsp;When the day finally arrived he said, "My tooth is falling out." &amp;nbsp;He ran to the bathroom mirror, pulled it out. &amp;nbsp;There was little blood. &amp;nbsp;He used a tissue. &amp;nbsp;And then put that tooth under his pillow. &amp;nbsp;He was so excited and happy that it worked out as he planned. &amp;nbsp;He was excited that the tooth fairy came and took his tooth, but could care less about the dollar bill she brought. &amp;nbsp;We added it to his over filling money bag. We are really hoping that he grows &amp;nbsp;some more teeth before he loses anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4jy8vTv08Lw/TYd_Y2onGmI/AAAAAAAAA70/DCRd175Ccho/s1600/P1000366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4jy8vTv08Lw/TYd_Y2onGmI/AAAAAAAAA70/DCRd175Ccho/s640/P1000366.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jacob is wild about owls. &amp;nbsp;He made this one at school. &amp;nbsp;He loves the Gaurdians of Ga'Hoole book series and has mastered the Wii game. &amp;nbsp;He loves all things magical and mystical. &amp;nbsp;And can tell you anything you want to know about magical owls. &amp;nbsp;Jacob is also the best tag player on the play ground and plays it nonstop any recess chance he gets. &amp;nbsp;He is kind to everyone and is so great about playing with his sister Kate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pics of Taylor. As you can see he is in the background. &amp;nbsp;He is your typical 6th grade boy. &amp;nbsp;Video games and being social are very important to him. &amp;nbsp;He has tried really hard to overcome his shyness and has a good group of friends. &amp;nbsp;He likes to be goofy at times in class and gross out the girls. &amp;nbsp;He was excited to get a new bike this month and scares me to death at how fast he goes and how out of control he seems sometimes. &amp;nbsp;Yes he has had a few crashes and Andy has had to fix his bike once already. &amp;nbsp;I love my nightly ritual with Taylor where he tells me what's on his mind. &amp;nbsp;He is becoming more and more responsible and when we filled out his JR. HIGH registration sheet, I felt confident that he will be ready for it next school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday my children amaze me and make me smile. &amp;nbsp;I love watching them grow. &amp;nbsp;Without a doubt they are the joy of my life and I feel so blessed and privileged to be their mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-2463849987062430408?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/2463849987062430408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/03/february-randomness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/2463849987062430408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/2463849987062430408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/03/february-randomness.html' title='February Randomness'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EgEfVb5_RD4/TYd5m5BjjXI/AAAAAAAAA7g/UwxTatsh_EA/s72-c/P1000355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-974860366570500359</id><published>2011-03-07T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T08:18:33.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls New Room</title><content type='html'>I have been super busy with other projects, that I have failed to blog. &amp;nbsp;Plus our computer kept dying and now after its 9 lives we finally got a new computer. &amp;nbsp;Lots happened in February, but now my camera battery is dead and I can't upload the Feb. pictures on it because I lost the charger on my trip to Cancun.&lt;br /&gt;So &amp;nbsp;Feb is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;I failed to show all of Summer's hard work (with a little help from me).&lt;br /&gt;She decided to redecorate her room during November and December.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the projects weren't completed until just before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;(Note to self: &amp;nbsp;Never do a home deco project during the Christmas season or you will be shopping on Christmas Eve.)&lt;br /&gt;I turned out beautifully!&lt;br /&gt;It is Summer's mixture of old fashion with a little bit of modern flair.&lt;br /&gt;The girl still wishes she could have been a pioneer.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is the cheeriest room in the house.&lt;br /&gt;And Kate is excited to have a real bed and have her own pink desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-e84lSoNsAAU/TXT-gP07svI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Jflt1MA5qhg/s1600/sk+rm.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-e84lSoNsAAU/TXT-gP07svI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Jflt1MA5qhg/s640/sk+rm.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We got this daybed off of craigslist. &amp;nbsp;It was brown and I spent a gazillion hours sanding it and then a few hours painting it white. &amp;nbsp;Summer chose the bedding at IKEA. She made a little rag doll in young women's that sits in between the pillows. &amp;nbsp;We painted a gold mirror red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vnyrgk_aju0/TXT_mj4cRJI/AAAAAAAAA7E/RDR388PDSvc/s1600/girls+bed.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vnyrgk_aju0/TXT_mj4cRJI/AAAAAAAAA7E/RDR388PDSvc/s400/girls+bed.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kate's bed is magically stored under Summer's. &amp;nbsp;It gives them more space during the day and helps Kate keep her room clean because there is no space for her bed at night if there are toys on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-f7TfQwqKWT8/TXUAJ8g5v-I/AAAAAAAAA7M/wULxavudqxk/s1600/sk+rm2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-f7TfQwqKWT8/TXUAJ8g5v-I/AAAAAAAAA7M/wULxavudqxk/s400/sk+rm2.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a dresser that was at my mom's house. &amp;nbsp;It use to be her brother's. &amp;nbsp;I sanded the 4 coats of old white paint and then Summer painted it a bright white. &amp;nbsp;The knobs are from Anthropologie, paintings from Great-Grandma Gaisford, tray from Goodwill, vase and flowers from my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EI8UVeJdi18/TXUA_KpRuMI/AAAAAAAAA7c/8LF85kTly6g/s1600/sk+rm3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EI8UVeJdi18/TXUA_KpRuMI/AAAAAAAAA7c/8LF85kTly6g/s400/sk+rm3.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The knobs are one of our favorite touches in the room. &amp;nbsp;They are so cute and were worth the money and all of that sanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KCUYiTbMJ6w/TXUAQCtFVMI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/_649-54b3hs/s1600/sk+rm4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KCUYiTbMJ6w/TXUAQCtFVMI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/_649-54b3hs/s400/sk+rm4.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I found this brown bookcase from Goodwill for $15. &amp;nbsp;Summer painted it these pretty colors. &amp;nbsp;She loves the quote and we love the red bird on top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vlEoaNIP84k/TXUAYD4vTZI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/tZvSt6yKV5k/s1600/sk+rm6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vlEoaNIP84k/TXUAYD4vTZI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/tZvSt6yKV5k/s400/sk+rm6.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another Goodwill find for $7. &amp;nbsp;It was a gold framed painting. &amp;nbsp;We spray painted it white and covered the painting with chalkboard paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XnpQFZeT7S0/TXUAU6WUmKI/AAAAAAAAA7U/r9gnZB9WBQE/s1600/sk+rm5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XnpQFZeT7S0/TXUAU6WUmKI/AAAAAAAAA7U/r9gnZB9WBQE/s400/sk+rm5.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Kate's corner. &amp;nbsp;I'm keeping it real. &amp;nbsp;The girl is a hoader. &amp;nbsp;It's usually a little more organized, but many days it looks like this. Everything was bought at goodwill, except the desk was IKEA clearance, and then painted. &amp;nbsp;I made the picture frame into a bulletin board. We are just glad Kate can have a messy corner, instead of a messy room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also organized the closet with a cubicle shelf for all of Kate's toys and put sheer curtains up to hide the ugly blinds. &amp;nbsp;Summer also painted a side table a light sage green where she keeps more books and her alarm. I am sad we couldn't paint the walls, but I'm over it, and just focus on all the other beautiful pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer did an amazing job and it was fun to work together and use our creativity. &amp;nbsp;She pulled everything together nicely. &amp;nbsp;It is just how she wanted it and I'm so glad she likes her room so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her only rule-"Don't touch the bed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-974860366570500359?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/974860366570500359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/03/girls-new-room.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/974860366570500359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/974860366570500359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/03/girls-new-room.html' title='Girls New Room'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-e84lSoNsAAU/TXT-gP07svI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Jflt1MA5qhg/s72-c/sk+rm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-6650729388540106170</id><published>2011-01-10T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T12:12:31.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mita</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TStlwPymHwI/AAAAAAAAA6g/umZnGFNeoyI/s1600/Mita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TStlwPymHwI/AAAAAAAAA6g/umZnGFNeoyI/s400/Mita.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Juliette Veronique Amelie Peney Cardon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My dear sweet Mita passed away in the early morning of January 4th 2011 at almost 97 years old.&lt;br /&gt;She was the most amazing woman, mother, and grandmother and I feel so blessed that she was mine.&lt;br /&gt;She was unique and no one else I knew had a mita besides me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;I loved that she was from Switzerland, I loved her French accent, and I loved her lipstick kisses on my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;I love that I got to grow up with her and that I have so many memories.&amp;nbsp; I wrote pages about her in my journal the day I found out about her death.&amp;nbsp; Most of my memories were so simple.&amp;nbsp; I just loved her simple house, the simple delicious food she fed us like bread and jam, and mostly the love she abundantly showed me. No one greets or says goodbye to a loved one better than Mita.&amp;nbsp; Even towards the end of her life she was filled with so much gratitude for the simplest act.&amp;nbsp; I feel so grateful to have been able to live close to her over the last year and a half and to visit her often.&amp;nbsp; My last visit with her was so peaceful and full of love, and one I shall always cherish.&amp;nbsp; Although the last year and a half our&amp;nbsp; visits were not filled with much conversation, she continued to teach me much.&amp;nbsp; I will always remember the soft touch of her hand and cheeks, her smile, and the effort she took to say thank you for visiting, even though her body was so tired she could rarely keep her eyes open.&amp;nbsp; She is an inspiration to me of enduring to the end and doing it well.&amp;nbsp; I will miss her, but it brings me great joy to know that she is in her heavenly home experiencing much peace and happiness and I'm sure surrounded by a million loved ones, because she knew and loved more people than I can ever imagine.&amp;nbsp; I feel blessed to be included in that circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I loved her funeral.&amp;nbsp; My kids were nervous.&amp;nbsp; It was the first one they attended.&amp;nbsp; They loved hearing about Mita's life and I loved remembering. It was fun to spend time with uncle, aunts, and cousins. There was a lot of loudness and laughter. You could say the Cardons are a tight family.&amp;nbsp; My Mita helped make that so. It was a fun weekend to rejoice the life my mita and&amp;nbsp; papa lived and to once again be reminded at how blessed I was and am to have such amazing family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-6650729388540106170?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/6650729388540106170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-mita.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/6650729388540106170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/6650729388540106170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-mita.html' title='My Mita'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/_QiZt-eFBycY/TStlwPymHwI/AAAAAAAAA6g/umZnGFNeoyI/s72-c/Mita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-7731943451270683522</id><published>2011-01-10T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T09:09:26.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's in Flagstaff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs6vxlv83I/AAAAAAAAA6I/LkSERQ3Da2s/s1600/sled.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs6vxlv83I/AAAAAAAAA6I/LkSERQ3Da2s/s640/sled.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The one cool thing about living in Gilbert, AZ is that you can drive just 2 1/2 hours north to Flagstaff and chose when you want to enjoy winter.&amp;nbsp; We decided to spend a few days before New Years and get our snow fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs6nGHnHlI/AAAAAAAAA58/ni6EqbY6v0M/s1600/jc.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs6nGHnHlI/AAAAAAAAA58/ni6EqbY6v0M/s400/jc.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joshua&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs6o-zxltI/AAAAAAAAA6A/c3a1zxHF_RY/s1600/jc%252C+c+sled.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs6o-zxltI/AAAAAAAAA6A/c3a1zxHF_RY/s400/jc%252C+c+sled.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joshua and Christin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs6rn271AI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Fl5eijzDJ8o/s1600/k%252Cjc%252Cs%252Ca.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs6rn271AI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Fl5eijzDJ8o/s400/k%252Cjc%252Cs%252Ca.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kate,Joshua,Summer, Andy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs60XCLnDI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rV8V5SYdLSQ/s1600/jb+sled.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs60XCLnDI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rV8V5SYdLSQ/s400/jb+sled.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jacob&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs7EAc7t6I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/-OOm58GvQ_c/s1600/k%252Ct+sled2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs7EAc7t6I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/-OOm58GvQ_c/s400/k%252Ct+sled2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kate and Taylor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs7IJK_GbI/AAAAAAAAA6c/ml5WPNkx5xg/s1600/s%252Cjc+sled.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs7IJK_GbI/AAAAAAAAA6c/ml5WPNkx5xg/s400/s%252Cjc+sled.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer and Joshua&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We left 70 degree weather and entered 13 degree weather.&amp;nbsp; (Did you know you can't find winter coats in Phoenix?)&amp;nbsp; We had a blast even though our toes and fingers went numb.&amp;nbsp; Taylor, Jacob, and Kate even tried skiing with Andy.&amp;nbsp; They loved it.&amp;nbsp; We had a wonderful few days playing in a winter wonderland and snuggling in our warm and cozy hotel.&amp;nbsp; We planned our trip just right.&amp;nbsp; Many people got stuck in Flagstaff because of snow storms.&amp;nbsp; We were already planning on being "stuck"&amp;nbsp; and enjoying all the fun snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs6yCBTWpI/AAAAAAAAA6M/G9pF8uVd7uk/s1600/a%252Cjc+hotel.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs6yCBTWpI/AAAAAAAAA6M/G9pF8uVd7uk/s640/a%252Cjc+hotel.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs7AjhOqII/AAAAAAAAA6U/mZjSJL50ECA/s640/t%252Ck%252Cjb%252Cs+hotel.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We love vacationing as a family.&amp;nbsp; We always have the best times.&amp;nbsp; And seriously this is the best stage to travel as a family.&amp;nbsp; When we got home after over less than a 3 hour drive, Kate announced, "That was a short drive!"&amp;nbsp; Wow!&amp;nbsp; That's never been said before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-7731943451270683522?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/7731943451270683522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-in-flagstaff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/7731943451270683522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/7731943451270683522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-in-flagstaff.html' title='New Year&apos;s in Flagstaff'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs6vxlv83I/AAAAAAAAA6I/LkSERQ3Da2s/s72-c/sled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-4326252131632323836</id><published>2011-01-10T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T08:52:20.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>A lot happened over the last few weeks. So I'm blogging about each event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSsq1uXPf-I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/pH8JvuA7d7g/s1600/houses.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSsq1uXPf-I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/pH8JvuA7d7g/s640/houses.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gingerbread house tradition minus the sick Ferrells.&amp;nbsp; Lots of yummy sugar and laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSsracX5QGI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/JSI1MgVIqRA/s1600/xmas+story.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSsracX5QGI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/JSI1MgVIqRA/s640/xmas+story.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Christmas Story performance at my cousin Nicole's.&amp;nbsp; She is the best hostess and carries on our Mita and Papa's tradition, including Christmas Eve bags, which the kids love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSswim832NI/AAAAAAAAA5c/wnwUc9SuXSk/s1600/xmas+eve+collage.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="568" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSswim832NI/AAAAAAAAA5c/wnwUc9SuXSk/s640/xmas+eve+collage.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When we got home from Nicole's house I still had all the presents to wrap.&amp;nbsp; The kids watched a Christmas DVD while I locked myself in my room.&amp;nbsp; Summer informed me that her new Christmas Eve tradition was to watch White Christmas before she went to bed.&amp;nbsp; She got her wish and I listened to the songs while I wrapped on the other side of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSsxcjIlBNI/AAAAAAAAA5g/nhJUe1aeu70/s1600/tree.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSsxcjIlBNI/AAAAAAAAA5g/nhJUe1aeu70/s640/tree.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Traditional Christmas morning photo by the tree&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs0_yxNtZI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Yl0WRaxMDr0/s1600/xmas+collage.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs0_yxNtZI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Yl0WRaxMDr0/s640/xmas+collage.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Santa and others were very generous to us this year.&amp;nbsp; Everyone was finally excited to get a Wii, especially the boys.&amp;nbsp; Kate was snapping photos with her new (our very old) camera.&amp;nbsp; Summer received her robin hood boots and finished up her gifts on the sewing machine (She's always thinking of others.).&amp;nbsp; This is the first year Joshua asked for a present.&amp;nbsp; For months I asked him what he wanted Santa to bring him.&amp;nbsp; He either ignored me or said "I don't know."&amp;nbsp; Two days before Christmas I decided to ask him just for kicks, "What do you want Santa to bring you?"&amp;nbsp; He shocked me by replying, "Jessie, Woody, and Buzz.".&amp;nbsp; This is the first time he has ever asked for anything for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I hit every Target, Walmart,&amp;nbsp; and Toys R Us.&amp;nbsp; I finally found the bunch.&amp;nbsp; It really was a miracle because the toy isle are nearly empty 2 days before Christmas I learned.&amp;nbsp; He was happy the whole day pulling the strings on their backs (Yes they all talk) and showed everyone his new pals. &lt;br /&gt;This is the picture he drew at school just days before Christmas.&amp;nbsp; He loves Toy Story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs2yCYSLZI/AAAAAAAAA5s/E5z77QUQf40/s1600/jc+pic.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs2yCYSLZI/AAAAAAAAA5s/E5z77QUQf40/s640/jc+pic.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun spending lots of time with family, especially on Gpa Cardon's birthday on the 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs3lmMWWFI/AAAAAAAAA50/kSnHFRqs11o/s1600/gpa+bdy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs3lmMWWFI/AAAAAAAAA50/kSnHFRqs11o/s640/gpa+bdy.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachael and Steve came to visit from Utah.&amp;nbsp; We love hanging out with these 2, especially playing charades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs4LWEKbkI/AAAAAAAAA54/wTqr3IQNrAI/s1600/kids%252C+rachael%252C+steve.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSs4LWEKbkI/AAAAAAAAA54/wTqr3IQNrAI/s640/kids%252C+rachael%252C+steve.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas was amazing this year and we really felt the Christmas spirit and as always feel truly blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-4326252131632323836?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/4326252131632323836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4326252131632323836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4326252131632323836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/_QiZt-eFBycY/TSsq1uXPf-I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/pH8JvuA7d7g/s72-c/houses.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-8318153230389846417</id><published>2010-12-24T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T12:58:26.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating the Christmas Season</title><content type='html'>We have had a busy and happy holiday season, with lots of activities to help bring the Christmas spirit into our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TRI5YqpVA9I/AAAAAAAAA4g/cIS6sQVuH5s/s1600/c%252Cs%252Ck.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TRI5YqpVA9I/AAAAAAAAA4g/cIS6sQVuH5s/s640/c%252Cs%252Ck.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our ward Christmas party was the best I have ever been to.&amp;nbsp; The theme was "Journey to Bethlehem."&lt;br /&gt;We all dressed up and went back into time, remembering the birth of the Savior.&amp;nbsp; I've never been to a party where there was so much calmness, reverence, yet so fun.&amp;nbsp; Kate was "The Star"&amp;nbsp; for the program. Everyone enjoyed it and it helped us to focus on the true meaning of Christmas right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TRI5sh_SrII/AAAAAAAAA4w/5BBgL2GU9zM/s1600/k+dance.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TRI5sh_SrII/AAAAAAAAA4w/5BBgL2GU9zM/s640/k+dance.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kate had her Christmas dance recital with her "Dance Baby Dance"&amp;nbsp; group.&amp;nbsp; We love Ms. Michelle and her garage studio, just down our street.&amp;nbsp; We love seeing Kate perform in a tumbling and dance routine and only paying $30 for both costumes.&amp;nbsp; Kate was so excited and did marvelous.&amp;nbsp; She loves to practice and being precise is important to her.&amp;nbsp; "Are my legs straight?" comes out of her mouth every time she does a cartwheel.&amp;nbsp; You can't help but smile, watching her excitement on stage.&amp;nbsp; And I'm not just saying this because I am her mom, or maybe I am, but her classes performed the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TRI5jTj5MDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/px2gwcQA_ic/s1600/gma+gpa+kids.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TRI5jTj5MDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/px2gwcQA_ic/s640/gma+gpa+kids.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Summer's choir concert certainly put us in the Christmas spirit with all of those beautiful songs.&amp;nbsp; I am amazed at how talented these 7th and 8th graders are.&amp;nbsp; I love especially hearing Summer sing in the shower.&amp;nbsp; It makes me happy that she is loving choir developing another talent.&amp;nbsp; It has also been fun preforming with Summer in our ward choir where we have had multiple opportunities to sing Christmas carols.&amp;nbsp; And I love that Summer loves to listen to the Christmas station with me in the car.&amp;nbsp; We've always got a Christmas tune in our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TRI5oJs4hUI/AAAAAAAAA4s/W1nsWAGkBu0/s1600/k+bike.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TRI5oJs4hUI/AAAAAAAAA4s/W1nsWAGkBu0/s640/k+bike.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TRI5w1qbzDI/AAAAAAAAA40/0ZWjMnuVS88/s1600/k+santa+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TRI5w1qbzDI/AAAAAAAAA40/0ZWjMnuVS88/s640/k+santa+2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of the most exciting things I witnessed this month was Kate riding her bike around the circle all by herself.&amp;nbsp; I had no idea she was practicing and one day I drive home from doing errands and there she is riding her bike, the one she has been deathly afraid to even get on.&amp;nbsp; There were lots of smiles and shouts of joy that day.&amp;nbsp; Love that memory.&amp;nbsp; And of course breakfast with Santa also brought some smiles on this girls face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TRUE2Qqo1LI/AAAAAAAAA48/Tc49rMqZcxM/s1600/t+flute+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TRUE2Qqo1LI/AAAAAAAAA48/Tc49rMqZcxM/s640/t+flute+2.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Taylor had his Christmas band concert.&amp;nbsp; I forgot my camera and he changed out of his shirt and tie before I could snag a pic.&amp;nbsp; I made him play all the songs for me the day before so I knew how he sounded.&amp;nbsp; He did a great job, especially since practicing slips his mind a lot (and mine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TRUE5aHNO4I/AAAAAAAAA5A/YVJBLi6fBZo/s1600/jc2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TRUE5aHNO4I/AAAAAAAAA5A/YVJBLi6fBZo/s640/jc2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TRUE9sT2tEI/AAAAAAAAA5E/lElIPYNwkTA/s1600/jc3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TRUE9sT2tEI/AAAAAAAAA5E/lElIPYNwkTA/s640/jc3.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Joshua sang in the chorus of the 2nd grade Christmas play.&amp;nbsp; I was so proud of him!&amp;nbsp; He sang every single song. He was so excited about it.&amp;nbsp; He liked the practices and performing for the school. Everyday the before the big show he would tell me,"I did the play today."&amp;nbsp; Since Thanksgiving he has been so excited to show us or tell us something that happened at school that day.&amp;nbsp; We love it! On performance night he was a little&amp;nbsp; confused about having his family come to watch him.&amp;nbsp; "Summer, why are you here?", he asked when she came up to share her praises.&amp;nbsp; Only mom has ever come to visit him on his territory. Although he was a bit confused by seeing so many people in the audience who didn't attend Carol Rae Ranch, he did his part and sang his heart out.&amp;nbsp; Joshua loves music!&amp;nbsp; He can belt it out beautifully when he wants to.&amp;nbsp; We were hoping for 2 front teeth this Christmas, but maybe next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Good times for the Maxfields.&amp;nbsp; We are excited about the big day tomorrow and are still feeling the Christmas spirit, even in our shorts and sandals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-8318153230389846417?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/8318153230389846417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2010/12/celebrating-christmas-season.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/8318153230389846417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/8318153230389846417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2010/12/celebrating-christmas-season.html' title='Celebrating the Christmas Season'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/_QiZt-eFBycY/TRI5YqpVA9I/AAAAAAAAA4g/cIS6sQVuH5s/s72-c/c%252Cs%252Ck.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-4400212895603520021</id><published>2010-11-30T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T09:02:05.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>We had so much fun this Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, Michelle, and Drew visited Arizona, so we celebrated with family all week long.&lt;br /&gt;We even celebrated some birthdays. (Happy Bday Andrew, Scott, and Emily!)&lt;br /&gt;The weather was beautiful! &lt;br /&gt;We spent lots of time outside, and as always enjoyed delicious food, and incredible company.&lt;br /&gt;The Maxfields have lots to be thankful for this year, especially family.&lt;br /&gt;(We missed you Rachael!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TPUmUO3BFYI/AAAAAAAAA2w/9UP8Kij98I0/s1600/michelle%252Candrew%252C+drew.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TPUmUO3BFYI/AAAAAAAAA2w/9UP8Kij98I0/s640/michelle%252Candrew%252C+drew.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michelle, Andrew, and Drew all the way from SLC&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TPUmXXG-tmI/AAAAAAAAA20/zdLSudkioyA/s1600/michelle%252C+s.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TPUmXXG-tmI/AAAAAAAAA20/zdLSudkioyA/s640/michelle%252C+s.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michelle and Summer making the yummiest gourmet caramel apples. Thanks Andrew and Michelle!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TPUl_4dXR0I/AAAAAAAAA2s/0FiOSONCAPg/s1600/train.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TPUl_4dXR0I/AAAAAAAAA2s/0FiOSONCAPg/s640/train.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Train Ride&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TPUndr3if-I/AAAAAAAAA3A/HCMF3aJtu3o/s1600/c%252Cjc%252Cs.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TPUndr3if-I/AAAAAAAAA3A/HCMF3aJtu3o/s640/c%252Cjc%252Cs.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christin, Joshua, Summer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TPUl_4dXR0I/AAAAAAAAA2s/0FiOSONCAPg/s1600/train.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TPUnSFZv3eI/AAAAAAAAA24/fdoVxxtMPfs/s1600/peyton%252Chailey%252CJB2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TPUnSFZv3eI/AAAAAAAAA24/fdoVxxtMPfs/s640/peyton%252Chailey%252CJB2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hailey, Peyton, and Jacob's dramatic playing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TPUnZk-N6KI/AAAAAAAAA28/x0vkV_d3_fo/s1600/k%252Calexis.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TPUnZk-N6KI/AAAAAAAAA28/x0vkV_d3_fo/s640/k%252Calexis.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kate and Alexis&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TPUpZWhxKAI/AAAAAAAAA3E/oC3i4jn6chY/s1600/Taylor.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TPUpZWhxKAI/AAAAAAAAA3E/oC3i4jn6chY/s640/Taylor.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Handsome Taylor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TPUsARytwUI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/JanOEpDK724/s1600/kids+thanks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QiZt-eFBycY/TPUsARytwUI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/JanOEpDK724/s640/kids+thanks.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kids feasting in Gma and Gpa Cardon's backyard.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447459840555462672-4400212895603520021?l=acmaxfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/feeds/4400212895603520021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4400212895603520021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447459840555462672/posts/default/4400212895603520021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acmaxfields.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Christin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15303538343510429093</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/_QiZt-eFBycY/TPUmUO3BFYI/AAAAAAAAA2w/9UP8Kij98I0/s72-c/michelle%252Candrew%252C+drew.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447459840555462672.post-9220897938237411223</id><published>2010-11-30T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:52:29.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gilbert Temple Groundbreaking</title><content type='html'>We are so excited that Gilbert will be getting a temple soon.&lt;br /&gt;Less than 2 years we will have another temple less than 20 minutes from our home.&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&amp;nbsp; We are so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;The groundbreaking was
