<?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-1531599495838931079</id><updated>2011-12-02T00:31:48.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The LA Timer</title><subtitle type='html'>To love deeply in one direction makes us more loving in all others.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-3531269214166275770</id><published>2011-05-17T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T09:20:50.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's FIFTEEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EjZl8XDDnC0/TdKfViXd4pI/AAAAAAAAA2c/8AfoJvGMsJk/s1600/DSC_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607719678380991122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EjZl8XDDnC0/TdKfViXd4pI/AAAAAAAAA2c/8AfoJvGMsJk/s320/DSC_0200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Holy cow, where has the time gone? This handsome young man just turned 15 years old. He celebrated by going to LaGoon all day. He took his friend Dallin with him and we got word back that he had a whole group of girls following him around that day. He is ready to get his driving permit and get out on that road. Kaleb has been a great part of our family and we are so happy to celebrate his 15th birthday with him. Love you Kaleb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GtrD8t1v3D0/TdKfVWCEmvI/AAAAAAAAA2U/mGefcpvx2wA/s1600/DSC_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607719675070028530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GtrD8t1v3D0/TdKfVWCEmvI/AAAAAAAAA2U/mGefcpvx2wA/s320/DSC_0199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1531599495838931079-3531269214166275770?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/3531269214166275770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=3531269214166275770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/3531269214166275770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/3531269214166275770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2011/05/hes-fifteen.html' title='He&apos;s FIFTEEN!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EjZl8XDDnC0/TdKfViXd4pI/AAAAAAAAA2c/8AfoJvGMsJk/s72-c/DSC_0200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-4148963203243441349</id><published>2011-05-09T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T06:08:21.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Route 66</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWeLPXoz1Vs/TcjIgHcZ_lI/AAAAAAAAA2M/DDA6_y-aSkE/s1600/DSC_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604950190342143570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWeLPXoz1Vs/TcjIgHcZ_lI/AAAAAAAAA2M/DDA6_y-aSkE/s320/DSC_0173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like to call this one Little Miss Sassa Frass. She loves to dress up and dance on stage. I think the best part is really the dressing up. We curled her hair, we put make up on, and we even put glitter on her body. She was very happy with that until she found another little girl that was shinier than she was. She asked that next time we but glitter hairspray too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604950184979211426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v0G7rZiq7VY/TcjIfzdyJKI/AAAAAAAAA2E/TMB0mmT0mK8/s320/DSC_0176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wffqNfSPEdk/TcjIfqKwh6I/AAAAAAAAA18/_GnbiQ-sHAg/s1600/DSC_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604950182483494818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wffqNfSPEdk/TcjIfqKwh6I/AAAAAAAAA18/_GnbiQ-sHAg/s320/DSC_0174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was so happy to see daddy after her first performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--giasGjdjJc/TcjFi1HwnRI/AAAAAAAAA10/2CEwhXya1Ng/s1600/DSC_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604946938428431634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--giasGjdjJc/TcjFi1HwnRI/AAAAAAAAA10/2CEwhXya1Ng/s320/DSC_0175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wEw8pYvJzV0/TcjFiqRD10I/AAAAAAAAA1s/xNRwZMyWjO4/s1600/DSC_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604946935514650434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wEw8pYvJzV0/TcjFiqRD10I/AAAAAAAAA1s/xNRwZMyWjO4/s320/DSC_0172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too Cute! I love watching my kids doing things that they love to do and being the best they can be. We had a great time watching you Toots! Keep up the great work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k40LgW94p6Q/TcjFiS-60TI/AAAAAAAAA1k/SdFHJPKNH4U/s1600/DSC_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604946929264546098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k40LgW94p6Q/TcjFiS-60TI/AAAAAAAAA1k/SdFHJPKNH4U/s320/DSC_0178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Kylie's fantastic dance teacher, Miss Megan. She does an amazing job with the girls and they all love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/1531599495838931079-4148963203243441349?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/4148963203243441349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=4148963203243441349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4148963203243441349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4148963203243441349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2011/05/route-66.html' title='Route 66'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWeLPXoz1Vs/TcjIgHcZ_lI/AAAAAAAAA2M/DDA6_y-aSkE/s72-c/DSC_0173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-5574359376580499244</id><published>2011-05-09T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T21:51:47.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Annual Zion's Camping Trip - 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIOvHygHbyo/TcjBz92HwaI/AAAAAAAAA1c/ItzWk2jBBo8/s1600/DSC_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604942834781634978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIOvHygHbyo/TcjBz92HwaI/AAAAAAAAA1c/ItzWk2jBBo8/s320/DSC_0140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year we still planned our annual spring camping trip to Zion's. This time we took some friends along with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DFcmy842MU/TcjBznxkbYI/AAAAAAAAA1U/x-Y8-S1VQeU/s1600/DSC_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604942828856962434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DFcmy842MU/TcjBznxkbYI/AAAAAAAAA1U/x-Y8-S1VQeU/s320/DSC_0141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2hh3UgFIEkg/TcjBzK7p63I/AAAAAAAAA1M/kaELuf5GzU8/s1600/DSC_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604942821114637170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2hh3UgFIEkg/TcjBzK7p63I/AAAAAAAAA1M/kaELuf5GzU8/s320/DSC_0143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djswj7I3eqY/TcjBzKoaXVI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ziw13kvw4lQ/s1600/DSC_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604942821033925970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djswj7I3eqY/TcjBzKoaXVI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ziw13kvw4lQ/s320/DSC_0146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YU6rb5xhFrk/TcjBytoQplI/AAAAAAAAA08/p6fK67k_CZ8/s1600/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604942813248661074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YU6rb5xhFrk/TcjBytoQplI/AAAAAAAAA08/p6fK67k_CZ8/s320/DSC_0147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOJaFSpHSzI/TcjAdNUgRbI/AAAAAAAAA0s/_PplGnhpC2Q/s1600/DSC_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604941344286983602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOJaFSpHSzI/TcjAdNUgRbI/AAAAAAAAA0s/_PplGnhpC2Q/s320/DSC_0149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EvrQVkcU7KM/TcjAcMpgPrI/AAAAAAAAA0U/xBjna9XxXM4/s1600/DSC_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604941326926757554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EvrQVkcU7KM/TcjAcMpgPrI/AAAAAAAAA0U/xBjna9XxXM4/s320/DSC_0160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ueVoIXoTXa8/Tci_M1NHITI/AAAAAAAAAz8/-RmVWicjjXw/s1600/DSC_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604939963423990066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ueVoIXoTXa8/Tci_M1NHITI/AAAAAAAAAz8/-RmVWicjjXw/s320/DSC_0162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WOH05AQEsg0/Tci_MlH3d0I/AAAAAAAAAz0/GmlkgvpHtXo/s1600/DSC_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604939959107024706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WOH05AQEsg0/Tci_MlH3d0I/AAAAAAAAAz0/GmlkgvpHtXo/s320/DSC_0165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AbZJcxNl7NA/Tci_MWJ9icI/AAAAAAAAAzs/EYPUpQ7hu1s/s1600/DSC_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561690996441240946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TS8YfoFeVXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/SZ0SlPN_FHI/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The week after Christmas, David and I both had the entire week off of work and the kids were out of school so we tried to fill our time with random activities.  We went to the movies, and sledding, and then we decided to try something new.  We went Ice Skating at the Olympic Oval.  I was a little nervous but it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TS8YMGw_oEI/AAAAAAAAAvI/5wk0ReushTI/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561690661079457858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TS8YMGw_oEI/AAAAAAAAAvI/5wk0ReushTI/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all started out a little bit wobbly, but we got better the more we did it.  We enjoyed ourselves so much that we ended up buying an annual pass.  David will also use the facility for running.  They have a running track that goes on the outside of the ice track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TS8Xlw7ECbI/AAAAAAAAAvA/tMsCw7U6cf8/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561690002381081010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TS8Xlw7ECbI/AAAAAAAAAvA/tMsCw7U6cf8/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was surprised at how well Corbin did, especially for his first time on ice.  He did better on ice skates than he does on roller skates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TS8XlmwVI3I/AAAAAAAAAu4/dxJcpZAYeMs/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561689999651709810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TS8XlmwVI3I/AAAAAAAAAu4/dxJcpZAYeMs/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was a little scared to let Kylie out there, but then we found out that they had helmets and a support that she holds on to.  She did amazing as well.  Half way through skating she ditched her support and was skating on her own.  She fell a few times, but I was impressed that she even tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TS8XldywBjI/AAAAAAAAAuw/nioY0dk9M88/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561689997245941298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TS8XldywBjI/AAAAAAAAAuw/nioY0dk9M88/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved having all this time with my family.  We had a great week.  Can't wait to do it again next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-2843928332486799130?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/2843928332486799130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=2843928332486799130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/2843928332486799130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/2843928332486799130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2011/01/ice-skating.html' title='Ice Skating'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TS8YfoFeVXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/SZ0SlPN_FHI/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-4964855128958892030</id><published>2011-01-04T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T20:51:22.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carson turns 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TSNMunjPjgI/AAAAAAAAAuo/MKb4LREfijA/s1600/DSC_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558370728879820290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TSNMunjPjgI/AAAAAAAAAuo/MKb4LREfijA/s320/DSC_0433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I now have 2 teenagers in my house. Carson celebrated his 13th birthday in December. He decided he wanted to go to this place called Jump on It. It is a place that has wall to wall trampolines. All the trampolines are attached and there are even trampolines that go up on the walls. It's a pretty fun place. He celebrated with his cousin and his friend and his brothers and sister. We then stopped to eat at In -n- Out.  We had a good time.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TSNMuANSpXI/AAAAAAAAAug/ld_Tz2s33nY/s1600/DSC_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558370718318765426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TSNMuANSpXI/AAAAAAAAAug/ld_Tz2s33nY/s320/DSC_0432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1531599495838931079-4964855128958892030?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/4964855128958892030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=4964855128958892030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4964855128958892030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4964855128958892030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2011/01/carson-turns-13.html' title='Carson turns 13'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TSNMunjPjgI/AAAAAAAAAuo/MKb4LREfijA/s72-c/DSC_0433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-1249283543575653669</id><published>2010-12-28T10:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T10:14:13.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Pox for Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TRonCmTth0I/AAAAAAAAAuU/nwFzEe5Z6cQ/s1600/DSC_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555796015911372610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TRonCmTth0I/AAAAAAAAAuU/nwFzEe5Z6cQ/s320/DSC_0407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were able to attend Kylie's very first dance recital this month.  I was so excited for her and she was so excited to be able to dance on the stage.  They danced to a song called "I got the Chicken Pox for Christmas."  She did an amazing job!  She remembered all of her dance moves and was as cute as could be.  There is something about watching your own child perform.  I was so proud of her that I had to try really hard not to cry.  She loved every minute of it and loved to watch the older girls perform.  She hopes to be one of those older girls one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TRonCb2_GpI/AAAAAAAAAuM/hm5d7GdSck4/s1600/DSC_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555796013106535058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TRonCb2_GpI/AAAAAAAAAuM/hm5d7GdSck4/s320/DSC_0411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TRonB5QSOFI/AAAAAAAAAuE/gPIYJhwIj9s/s1600/DSC_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555796003817404498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TRonB5QSOFI/AAAAAAAAAuE/gPIYJhwIj9s/s320/DSC_0408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We brought her flowers for her amazing performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TRomMW67z8I/AAAAAAAAAt8/J6qZrjY7alg/s1600/DSC_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555795084067983298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TRomMW67z8I/AAAAAAAAAt8/J6qZrjY7alg/s320/DSC_0415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud momma with her little ballerina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1531599495838931079-1249283543575653669?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/1249283543575653669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=1249283543575653669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/1249283543575653669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/1249283543575653669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2010/12/chicken-pox-for-christmas.html' title='Chicken Pox for Christmas!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TRonCmTth0I/AAAAAAAAAuU/nwFzEe5Z6cQ/s72-c/DSC_0407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-4753031648903155111</id><published>2010-12-08T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:26:26.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween- 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQA9Z3IpDUI/AAAAAAAAAsg/r9p8fJGUOSY/s1600/DSC_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548502255426669890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQA9Z3IpDUI/AAAAAAAAAsg/r9p8fJGUOSY/s320/DSC_0362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corbin was a crazy BYU fan this year.  He wasn't really that into it this year.  He could care less what he is dressed as, as long as he gets the candy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQA9ZeBBk_I/AAAAAAAAAsY/ZSQqDfNlyfE/s1600/DSC_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548502248683836402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQA9ZeBBk_I/AAAAAAAAAsY/ZSQqDfNlyfE/s320/DSC_0363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kylie was a witch.  She settled for a witch when I couldn't find a Strawberry Shortcake costume.  That is what she really wanted.   She was an adorable witch.&lt;br /&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/1531599495838931079-4753031648903155111?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/4753031648903155111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=4753031648903155111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4753031648903155111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4753031648903155111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2010/12/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween- 2010'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQA9Z3IpDUI/AAAAAAAAAsg/r9p8fJGUOSY/s72-c/DSC_0362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-6645313695226427384</id><published>2010-12-08T18:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:19:47.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kylie starts Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQA7yv-8RwI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/T5ZmenuN9MM/s1600/DSC_0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548500483980412674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQA7yv-8RwI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/T5ZmenuN9MM/s320/DSC_0341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylie started a new preschool this year.  We enrolled her in the West Jordan High School's preschool.  This is where the high school students teach the preschool.  Each high school student is paired up with a preschooler and they become buddies.  I have never seen Kylie so excited to go somewhere as she is on preschool days.  She really enjoys it. &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/1531599495838931079-6645313695226427384?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/6645313695226427384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=6645313695226427384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/6645313695226427384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/6645313695226427384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2010/12/kylie-starts-preschool.html' title='Kylie starts Preschool'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQA7yv-8RwI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/T5ZmenuN9MM/s72-c/DSC_0341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-5528901967954064643</id><published>2010-12-08T18:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:13:46.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playoffs and Championship- 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQA5cgjZKyI/AAAAAAAAAsI/VdecqGyOyxA/s1600/DSC_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548497902857956130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQA5cgjZKyI/AAAAAAAAAsI/VdecqGyOyxA/s320/DSC_0388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With all their hard work through the regular season, Corbin's team earned a spot in the playoffs. They went up against Woods Cross. It was an exciting game but we were able to come out with the win! That helped us advance to the Championship game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQA5cSUYPiI/AAAAAAAAAsA/9NKkFJLLk7w/s1600/DSC_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548497899036884514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQA5cSUYPiI/AAAAAAAAAsA/9NKkFJLLk7w/s320/DSC_0383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into the championship game playing an undefeated &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stansbury&lt;/span&gt; team. We had played them in regular season and they beat us by 6 points. We were so excited and pumped up to play them again. This time didn't go as planned. We ended up losing with a final score of 20-0. That team had an amazing defense and they were able to hold us the whole game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQA5byT84FI/AAAAAAAAAr4/bVf04HutOzM/s1600/DSC_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548497890445156434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQA5byT84FI/AAAAAAAAAr4/bVf04HutOzM/s320/DSC_0393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We walked away with our heads held high. We played a great game and we were very happy with how far we had made it. Way to go West Jordan Gremlin black team!! You guys rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1531599495838931079-5528901967954064643?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/5528901967954064643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=5528901967954064643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/5528901967954064643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/5528901967954064643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2010/12/playoffs-and-championship-2010.html' title='Playoffs and Championship- 2010'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQA5cgjZKyI/AAAAAAAAAsI/VdecqGyOyxA/s72-c/DSC_0388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-2895718024100321043</id><published>2010-12-08T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T17:53:08.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Football Season (Carson)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAz4QX5VpI/AAAAAAAAArw/o1txBA0nX_0/s1600/DSC_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548491782481335954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAz4QX5VpI/AAAAAAAAArw/o1txBA0nX_0/s320/DSC_0338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson's football season couldn't end soon enough.  We had a rough season with his team, between coaching and losing it was just not a fun year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAz37zAJOI/AAAAAAAAAro/GTqjS1cumlE/s1600/DSC_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548491776957883618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAz37zAJOI/AAAAAAAAAro/GTqjS1cumlE/s320/DSC_0339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was proud of him for sticking it out.  He never knew what position he was going to play.  It was different every game and every practice.  I was so frustrated this year that I actually yelled at a coach.  It's hard to see a coach ruin a sport that your kid loves and make it so they never want to play again.  Carson ended his season with a 1 and 8 record.  So sad, but we still love him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAz3uFTO0I/AAAAAAAAArg/zplpcODDzvs/s1600/DSC_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548491773276535618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAz3uFTO0I/AAAAAAAAArg/zplpcODDzvs/s320/DSC_0336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked number 17 because that is Austin Collie's number.  What a great choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1531599495838931079-2895718024100321043?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/2895718024100321043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=2895718024100321043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/2895718024100321043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/2895718024100321043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-football-season-carson.html' title='2010 Football Season (Carson)'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAz4QX5VpI/AAAAAAAAArw/o1txBA0nX_0/s72-c/DSC_0338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-4085927885407836841</id><published>2010-12-08T17:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T17:36:56.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Football Season (Corbin)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAxUTmAgPI/AAAAAAAAArY/4ZlU4boOSP8/s1600/DSC_0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548488965847286002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAxUTmAgPI/AAAAAAAAArY/4ZlU4boOSP8/s320/DSC_0316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corbin's team did amazing this year!  He got put on a great team with an awesome coach.  Corbin played tackle on the line.  He was an X man.  He did a fantastic job this year.  He never came out of the game.  He played offense and defense.  He was a big part of the team.  He was also a team captain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAxT2hfbKI/AAAAAAAAArQ/xS0idyjsRAM/s1600/DSC_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548488958043712674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAxT2hfbKI/AAAAAAAAArQ/xS0idyjsRAM/s320/DSC_0327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was so fun to watch this year.  We looked forward to going to his games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAwnx6fTPI/AAAAAAAAArI/YmNsjWc-9LQ/s1600/DSC_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548488200892140786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAwnx6fTPI/AAAAAAAAArI/YmNsjWc-9LQ/s320/DSC_0318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finished their regular season with a 7 and 2 record.  We were sooooo Proud of them!&lt;br /&gt; Go Jags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1531599495838931079-4085927885407836841?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/4085927885407836841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=4085927885407836841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4085927885407836841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4085927885407836841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-football-season-corbin.html' title='2010 Football Season (Corbin)'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAxUTmAgPI/AAAAAAAAArY/4ZlU4boOSP8/s72-c/DSC_0316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-4096775719991849864</id><published>2010-12-08T17:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T17:25:39.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corbin's 10th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAvAfjETSI/AAAAAAAAArA/AvIl6MoxeV4/s1600/DSC_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548486426435538210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAvAfjETSI/AAAAAAAAArA/AvIl6MoxeV4/s320/DSC_0302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also had Corbin's birthday in September.  He turned 10 this year.  It was a very low key birthday.  We had cake and ice cream and then took him to a movie and dinner.  Grandma and Grandpa Neal were able to be here this year and they came along with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAu__FzCEI/AAAAAAAAAq4/UHlJh9nPTZs/s1600/DSC_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548486417722837058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAu__FzCEI/AAAAAAAAAq4/UHlJh9nPTZs/s320/DSC_0305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAu-2SkTJI/AAAAAAAAAqw/0wGNRiaE6aE/s1600/DSC_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548486398180609170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAu-2SkTJI/AAAAAAAAAqw/0wGNRiaE6aE/s320/DSC_0300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His presents were a remote control &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Millennium&lt;/span&gt; Falcon and two Nerf guns.  It may have been low key but I think he was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAu-X_uX_I/AAAAAAAAAqo/34MDcy_ARo4/s1600/DSC_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548486390048514034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAu-X_uX_I/AAAAAAAAAqo/34MDcy_ARo4/s320/DSC_0299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1531599495838931079-4096775719991849864?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/4096775719991849864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=4096775719991849864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4096775719991849864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4096775719991849864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2010/12/corbins-10th-birthday.html' title='Corbin&apos;s 10th Birthday'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAvAfjETSI/AAAAAAAAArA/AvIl6MoxeV4/s72-c/DSC_0302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-2429453652492075300</id><published>2010-12-08T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T17:16:58.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's 60th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAsjVkOhhI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Y8Nn2Lot7fI/s1600/DSC_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548483726516586002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAsjVkOhhI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Y8Nn2Lot7fI/s320/DSC_0283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this past September my mom turned the big 60!  My dad attempted to throw a surprise party for her but that was ruined early on.  We ended up having the party anyway.  She had her best friend from high school show up to her 60th birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAsjMGv2SI/AAAAAAAAAqY/oFii9N4QQIU/s1600/DSC_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548483723977021730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAsjMGv2SI/AAAAAAAAAqY/oFii9N4QQIU/s320/DSC_0277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad asked me to make her a cake.  I wasn't thrilled with it but it turned out OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAr01M8gcI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/VOr4O5UD0zs/s1600/DSC_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548482927555019202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAr01M8gcI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/VOr4O5UD0zs/s320/DSC_0288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful mom doesn't look a day over 40.  I hope I look as good as she does when I turn 60.  We also had a slide show from pictures all throughout her life and shared memories that we had about her.  It turned out to be a great night.  She is amazing and I hope she lives another 60 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1531599495838931079-2429453652492075300?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/2429453652492075300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=2429453652492075300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/2429453652492075300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/2429453652492075300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2010/12/moms-60th-birthday.html' title='Mom&apos;s 60th Birthday'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TQAsjVkOhhI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Y8Nn2Lot7fI/s72-c/DSC_0283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-4239828571020999152</id><published>2010-09-08T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:57:06.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Tootsie Turns 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TIgR0jZqieI/AAAAAAAAAqI/vdyVG64memg/s1600/DSC_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514677338268928482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TIgR0jZqieI/AAAAAAAAAqI/vdyVG64memg/s320/DSC_0221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow it has been a long time since I have blogged.  It has been a crazy summer.  Our Kylie Joy has turned 5 years old.  She designed her own cake this year.  She saw a picture of a similar one, that had care bears on it.  She told us to take off the care bears and add horses.  Then instead of spice drops she told us to add gumballs.  She asked her grandma Latimer to make her cake this year.  I think it turned out pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TIgRlkZuRyI/AAAAAAAAAqA/gc1yOqgtEpg/s1600/DSC_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514677080839571234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TIgRlkZuRyI/AAAAAAAAAqA/gc1yOqgtEpg/s320/DSC_0226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylie and I spent the day together.  I asked her what she wanted to do and she said she would like to take her daddy to lunch at McDonald's.  So we went down and took David out for a happy meal.  Then she wanted to go see the animals at the humane society.  She fell in love with an Austrailian Cattle dog while we were there.  She sat and played with that dog for about 30 minutes and she did not want to leave.  Next we started preparing for her party.  We picked out balloons and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TIgRXr7lg9I/AAAAAAAAAp4/kW0MKfYq8NU/s1600/DSC_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514676842342482898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TIgRXr7lg9I/AAAAAAAAAp4/kW0MKfYq8NU/s320/DSC_0229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kylie started in on her cake even before her guests arrived.  Grandma encouraged her to start licking a sucker.  Naughty Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TIgPD5Kf_PI/AAAAAAAAApo/vioQeobTqrA/s1600/DSC_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514674303274056946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TIgPD5Kf_PI/AAAAAAAAApo/vioQeobTqrA/s320/DSC_0231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TIgOvXwXqYI/AAAAAAAAApg/fB2VvjcdRCA/s1600/DSC_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514673950708705666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TIgOvXwXqYI/AAAAAAAAApg/fB2VvjcdRCA/s320/DSC_0242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie insisted on going swimming yet AGAIN this year, she must be part fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TIgOgJd5wuI/AAAAAAAAApY/CJ0OL3RRFkY/s1600/DSC_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514673689175114466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TIgOgJd5wuI/AAAAAAAAApY/CJ0OL3RRFkY/s320/DSC_0246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a blast!  We are so grateful to have Kylie as part of our family.  She definetly makes things interesting around here.  I can't believe my baby is 5.  Happy Birthday Tootsie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TIgOQk3LdVI/AAAAAAAAApQ/usI-hNvcTeA/s1600/DSC_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514673421650982226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TIgOQk3LdVI/AAAAAAAAApQ/usI-hNvcTeA/s320/DSC_0248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1531599495838931079-4239828571020999152?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/4239828571020999152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=4239828571020999152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4239828571020999152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4239828571020999152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-little-tootsie-turns-5.html' title='Our Little Tootsie Turns 5'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TIgR0jZqieI/AAAAAAAAAqI/vdyVG64memg/s72-c/DSC_0221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-7919318583571860438</id><published>2010-05-31T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T20:48:56.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kylie's Soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TASBhndnwHI/AAAAAAAAApA/8r2vyJX5YHA/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477645461318254706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TASBhndnwHI/AAAAAAAAApA/8r2vyJX5YHA/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TASBhX6lcvI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ubGzBgmcKR0/s1600/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477645457144771314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TASBhX6lcvI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ubGzBgmcKR0/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TASBEaLy_uI/AAAAAAAAAow/PkKwGvgAIbc/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477644959537626850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TASBEaLy_uI/AAAAAAAAAow/PkKwGvgAIbc/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TASBD9VVsWI/AAAAAAAAAoo/zUfI_R0ksf4/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477644951793021282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TASBD9VVsWI/AAAAAAAAAoo/zUfI_R0ksf4/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie just started playing her very first sport this spring.  She chose to play soccer.  When she first started she was really excited and would chase around the ball, but as time went on it has become more of a fashion show or something.  She is in la la land out on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Field&lt;/span&gt;. she will run as she is looking down at her pink cleats and she will flip her hair around.  Every once in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awhile&lt;/span&gt; she will kick the ball.  She is so fun to watch because you never know what she will do out there.    Her coach will ask for volunteers to come out and take a break and she will volunteer every time because she says she needs a rest and a drink.  Depends on the day with her, but she is always excited to go.  She told me one day that she was excited that it was a game day because that is when she got a treat.  What a fun little girl, I can't wait to watch more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-7919318583571860438?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/7919318583571860438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=7919318583571860438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/7919318583571860438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/7919318583571860438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2010/05/kylies-soccer.html' title='Kylie&apos;s Soccer'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TASBhndnwHI/AAAAAAAAApA/8r2vyJX5YHA/s72-c/DSC_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-4724706603238110960</id><published>2010-05-31T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T20:36:44.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaleb's is now 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TAR-uQTTBdI/AAAAAAAAAog/IoGW_cBfVTw/s1600/DSC_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477642379904353746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TAR-uQTTBdI/AAAAAAAAAog/IoGW_cBfVTw/s320/DSC_0133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Holy crap how time flies.  My son just turned 14 years old this month.  I don't know whether to laugh or cry.  He is becoming quite a young man.  He has finally passed me up in height and we weigh the same right now, but not for long.  I'm sure he will pass me up in that in the next couple of months.  It has been an amazing 14 years having him in our family.  Our family wouldn't be the same without him.  We love you, Kaleb and we are glad you are part of our family.&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/1531599495838931079-4724706603238110960?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/4724706603238110960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=4724706603238110960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4724706603238110960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4724706603238110960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2010/05/kalebs-is-now-14.html' title='Kaleb&apos;s is now 14'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/TAR-uQTTBdI/AAAAAAAAAog/IoGW_cBfVTw/s72-c/DSC_0133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-3502580911583492556</id><published>2010-05-06T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T13:17:35.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakespeare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S-MiZdCPp7I/AAAAAAAAAoY/FLwYZNkzQe8/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468252193244030898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S-MiZdCPp7I/AAAAAAAAAoY/FLwYZNkzQe8/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sixth grade at our school means studying some Shakespeare.  Each sixth grade class does a play.  Carson's class did "The Comedy of Errors," where Carson played a merchant trying to gather money that he was owed.  This is a fairly confusing play to follow.  Carson took his part seriously and really did a good job memorizing his lines.  He even memorized several other parts.  He would practice his lines with me and I would tell him to speak slowly and clearly so everyone could understand him.  I am pleased to say that he took my advice, because he was the loudest and most clear one in the play.  Great Job Carson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S-MiMPgbmPI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/el3JkVuSDIc/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468251966274246898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S-MiMPgbmPI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/el3JkVuSDIc/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S-Mhzx_qlpI/AAAAAAAAAoI/yTsstvSopkM/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468251546035328658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S-Mhzx_qlpI/AAAAAAAAAoI/yTsstvSopkM/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1531599495838931079-3502580911583492556?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/3502580911583492556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=3502580911583492556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/3502580911583492556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/3502580911583492556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2010/05/shakespeare.html' title='Shakespeare'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S-MiZdCPp7I/AAAAAAAAAoY/FLwYZNkzQe8/s72-c/DSC_0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-4234288785759088060</id><published>2010-05-06T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T13:06:45.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S-MgBeeAe0I/AAAAAAAAAoA/D9KivRFsZ5w/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468249582288796482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S-MgBeeAe0I/AAAAAAAAAoA/D9KivRFsZ5w/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylie is improving so much in her dance class.  I was so excited to see her dancing around the room.  She is doing her rock and roll moves in this Picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S-MfyH2AMbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/1lFjV6qH5xA/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468249318517387698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S-MfyH2AMbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/1lFjV6qH5xA/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the last day of dance for the year so they all had the chance to be 'A Star" in the middle of the room.  They all got to wear a feather boa, a tiara, and carry a wand.  When they got to the middle of the room, they twirled around and then posed for a picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S-MfhrLL41I/AAAAAAAAAnw/bWrFFJgCzH4/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468249035943699282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S-MfhrLL41I/AAAAAAAAAnw/bWrFFJgCzH4/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is so fun to watch your children grow and develop.  Kylie is excited to dance again.  Next year she will be in a performing group.  I think she's most excited that she gets to have a costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1531599495838931079-4234288785759088060?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/4234288785759088060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=4234288785759088060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4234288785759088060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4234288785759088060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2010/05/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S-MgBeeAe0I/AAAAAAAAAoA/D9KivRFsZ5w/s72-c/DSC_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-47136126669156440</id><published>2010-05-06T12:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:56:38.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D.A.R.E. Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S-Mc2rX094I/AAAAAAAAAno/JO_X23hrafY/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468246098239092610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S-Mc2rX094I/AAAAAAAAAno/JO_X23hrafY/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson graduated from DARE about a week ago.  The entire sixth grade all graduated, so they were rewarded by going to Salsa Leedos for lunch and they are having a LaGoon Day for all DARE graduates later in the month.  I am very proud of him for working so hard and learning about how drugs and alcohol affect our bodies.  He took an interest in it and I believe he will Never touch the stuff.  I am thankful that our principal allows the DARE program into our school because I think it is a great program.  The West Jordan Mayor came to their graduation, along with the Police chief of West Jordan.  They congratulated all of them.  The police chief said that when any student graduates from DARE, they are actually put into the system.  This means they have an actual record.  If any of these students ever get into trouble with the law, it will show in the system that they are a DARE graduate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S-McqSMtZNI/AAAAAAAAAng/yp-Dj2vD3Vg/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468245885323142354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S-McqSMtZNI/AAAAAAAAAng/yp-Dj2vD3Vg/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S-McdVPKyvI/AAAAAAAAAnY/eEK7M15YrP0/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468245662800464626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S-McdVPKyvI/AAAAAAAAAnY/eEK7M15YrP0/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1531599495838931079-47136126669156440?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/47136126669156440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=47136126669156440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/47136126669156440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/47136126669156440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2010/05/dare-graduation.html' title='D.A.R.E. Graduation'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S-Mc2rX094I/AAAAAAAAAno/JO_X23hrafY/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-4372851354036093198</id><published>2010-04-09T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T09:45:43.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S79WlJR9E_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/GZpyc8DUzuM/s1600/DSC_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458176469542704114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S79WlJR9E_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/GZpyc8DUzuM/s320/DSC_0254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a very laid back and wonderful Easter this year.  We were able to watch General Conference and relax all morning and afternoon.  I think I was in my pajamas until 4:30 p.m, when I then decided to get dressed because we had Sara and her family coming over for dinner and an Easter egg hunt.  We had a great dinner together, I think it was the best meal I have had in a long time.  We had ham, scalloped potatoes, salad, and rolls.  We then finished it off with desert which was strawberry shortcake.  The kids were now ready for the hunt.  They all ran out the door and started scrambling for eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S79WQqlwJWI/AAAAAAAAAnI/gcE3FgxcSPQ/s1600/DSC_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458176117706859874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S79WQqlwJWI/AAAAAAAAAnI/gcE3FgxcSPQ/s320/DSC_0258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corbin really got in to it by crawling on his knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S79WQSmbGjI/AAAAAAAAAnA/hIEFo9X-0xQ/s1600/DSC_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458176111267224114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S79WQSmbGjI/AAAAAAAAAnA/hIEFo9X-0xQ/s320/DSC_0263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is sis with all of her eggs in one basket.  I thought you weren't suppose to put all your eggs  in one basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S79V3vGJNKI/AAAAAAAAAm4/wKRcIPeR0Rg/s1600/DSC_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458175689419732130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S79V3vGJNKI/AAAAAAAAAm4/wKRcIPeR0Rg/s320/DSC_0264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaleb found the ONLY silver egg.  All the kids were upset that he got it.  I don't know why because there were only jelly beans inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S79V3TeZzMI/AAAAAAAAAmw/S_-7GgDdGEI/s1600/DSC_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458175682005290178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S79V3TeZzMI/AAAAAAAAAmw/S_-7GgDdGEI/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carson showing off his eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S79VaaoVT4I/AAAAAAAAAmo/9wuOuLnLcmM/s1600/DSC_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458175185709780866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S79VaaoVT4I/AAAAAAAAAmo/9wuOuLnLcmM/s320/DSC_0267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we had a fun time, I must reflect on the true meaning of Easter.  My testimony is still growing about Jesus Christ.  I know that he died for me and that through The Atonement, I can make it back to my Heavenly Father's presence.  I am so grateful for Jesus Christ and his sacrifice for me.  I am thankful for all I have been blessed with, especially my amazing family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-4372851354036093198?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/4372851354036093198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=4372851354036093198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4372851354036093198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4372851354036093198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-2010.html' title='Easter 2010'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S79WlJR9E_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/GZpyc8DUzuM/s72-c/DSC_0254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-8709963328501656655</id><published>2010-04-09T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T09:23:28.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping Jacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have had one of the most stressful weeks of my life this week and a low day yesterday, when everything is made better by my precious children and the cute things that they do. Kylie knows that she is better at jumping jacks than any of her brothers and here is the proof. Her brothers would do jumping jacks and she would tell them that they were doing it wrong. I think she gets her coordination from her father. What a cutie! I was laughing so hard it put me in a better mood. Thanks kids for helping your mom out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-77a8f5d1533a9302" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D77a8f5d1533a9302%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331348343%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26EF153F3FF8C587D571E07C529D5F9D8169E9AF.79288684B9C13356EA8FCB8E28A917C7D4A6FC69%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77a8f5d1533a9302%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx4PgAybFWc8CJOPv2OfUaBd1a_I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D77a8f5d1533a9302%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331348343%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26EF153F3FF8C587D571E07C529D5F9D8169E9AF.79288684B9C13356EA8FCB8E28A917C7D4A6FC69%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77a8f5d1533a9302%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx4PgAybFWc8CJOPv2OfUaBd1a_I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-8709963328501656655?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/8709963328501656655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=8709963328501656655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/8709963328501656655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/8709963328501656655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-had-one-of-most-stressful-weeks.html' title='Jumping Jacks'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-7090557027069900153</id><published>2010-04-06T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T15:00:47.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S7uupRWFsOI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Hd64VLEz3zk/s1600/Picture+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457147397543407842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S7uupRWFsOI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Hd64VLEz3zk/s320/Picture+095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So every Tuesday I babysit a couple of kids in my neighborhood. There is a little boy the same age as Kylie and his little sister who is two. Kylie loves to play with this little boy and she has even told me that she plans on marrying him some day. Well today he decided he did not want to play with her anymore for the day. She came up to me with her sad face and said "Mom, Cameron broke my heart." I asked her what happened and she told me that he wasn't being nice to her and he wouldn't play with her. I told her I was sorry and she said "Mom, I'm serious Cameron broke my heart, feel my chest my heart isn't beeping anymore." I felt her heart beating and I told her it was still beating and that everything would be OK. I gave her a hug and told her I loved her. I wish this would be the only heartbreak she would have to experience, but I know she is in for a lot more. I adore this little girl of mine and her innocence.  Love you the most Kylie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-7090557027069900153?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/7090557027069900153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=7090557027069900153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/7090557027069900153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/7090557027069900153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2010/04/broken-heart.html' title='A Broken Heart'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S7uupRWFsOI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Hd64VLEz3zk/s72-c/Picture+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-5640416913396375937</id><published>2010-03-31T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:02:11.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S7OJVquFUiI/AAAAAAAAAmY/p_lexTaYfHs/s1600/DSC_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454854579013636642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S7OJVquFUiI/AAAAAAAAAmY/p_lexTaYfHs/s320/DSC_0251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S7OJHlC4glI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/gCbSlzr1u3w/s1600/DSC_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454854336972096082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S7OJHlC4glI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/gCbSlzr1u3w/s320/DSC_0250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kylie loves to play and pretend.  She is always wanting to play house or doctor or something along those lines.  The other day she was begging me to play with her so I set all of my other "duties" aside and played with my little girl almost all day.  First she wanted to play doctor.  She decided that I was to be the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doctor&lt;/span&gt; this time and that I needed to figure out what was going on with her.  I started my exam and checked her throat and her ears, when I came across a massive ear infection ( a pretend one).  I told her she would have to be on medicine for that, so I proceeded to write her a prescription.  She then asked where she could pick up her medicine.  I then transformed from Doctor to Pharmacist in a blink of an eye.  She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;brought&lt;/span&gt; me her prescription and I filled it for her.  I used an empty prescription bottle and put skittles inside.  She thought that was pretty cool.  We finished playing doctor/pharmacy and it was time for lunch.  I asked her what she wanted for lunch and she began to tell me that I would now be her waitress and take her order.  So I agreed to play another one of her games and take her order on a little pad of paper.  She ordered a corn dog with chips and a Sprite.  I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; I actually had all of that, so I made her lunch and served it to her.  She was very kind and thanked me, but I just realized that I never got paid.  She skipped out on the bill.  Next it was time for make up of course.  She said, mom I want to have a make up day.  She is always trying to get into my make up so I decided I would let her play in some make up that we had from Halloween.  As you can see from the pictures, she turned out absolutely gorgeous!  I had a fun time with my Kylie and it made me realize that I need to set aside my other "duties" a little more often and just enjoy my kids while they are still at home.  Thanks for your wonderful imagination Kylie.  You are the greatest! &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/1531599495838931079-5640416913396375937?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/5640416913396375937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=5640416913396375937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/5640416913396375937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/5640416913396375937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2010/03/play-time.html' title='Play time'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S7OJVquFUiI/AAAAAAAAAmY/p_lexTaYfHs/s72-c/DSC_0251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-4275448754857915096</id><published>2010-03-25T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T09:17:40.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Marathon Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S6uGVJRIHrI/AAAAAAAAAmI/18tiC9KXlhg/s1600/13.1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452599471685246642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S6uGVJRIHrI/AAAAAAAAAmI/18tiC9KXlhg/s320/13.1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  While watching The Biggest Loser one day, they were challenged to run a full marathon.  As I watched that episode I felt motivated to do something similar.  I figured that if the people on the biggest loser could do it, than so could I.  I started talking to David about doing at least a half marathon, and next thing I know I have a training schedule in my hand.  He also printed one off for Kaleb and Carson.  They agreed to run the half marathon with me, and David is running the full marathon.  We are running 4 days a week.  We started out with lower mileage, around 2 to 4 miles each day and now we are up to anywhere from 5 to 10 miles each day.  There are days where I just want to give up, but I just keep fighting through the pain, or the cold, or my attitude.  I have been very impressed with the boys.  They have been doing an amazing job.  They help keep me motivated.  This running has been very time consuming, but it has been well worth it for me.  Not only do I feel better and have more energy, but I am seeing some good changes in the way my body looks.  My calf's are so hard with muscle and I have lost inches off my mid section.  I am feeling good.  This just makes me think that I am going to have to keep this up even after the marathon is over.  We are now in count down mode for this marathon.  We only have 3 more weeks of training until the big day is here.  I am a little nervous, but I know that I can do this.  I will have pictures to come, I hope.  Oh yeah, I also gave up soda for my training and I have been off of it for 3 months now.  I think I have craved it almost every day though.  I am way excited and nervous for the actual marathon to come, but I know that my boys and David will start out with me and that with give me the momentum that I need.  Thanks for running with me boys!  I love you all the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-4275448754857915096?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/4275448754857915096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=4275448754857915096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4275448754857915096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4275448754857915096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2010/03/half-marathon-training.html' title='Half Marathon Training'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S6uGVJRIHrI/AAAAAAAAAmI/18tiC9KXlhg/s72-c/13.1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-6266702424201924747</id><published>2010-02-03T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:35:48.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Principal's Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S2mkfniNzEI/AAAAAAAAAmA/xYHsZXxxSLc/s1600-h/DSC_3649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434055288494607426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S2mkfniNzEI/AAAAAAAAAmA/xYHsZXxxSLc/s320/DSC_3649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson received his Principal's Pride award today.  He was presented this award because of what Mr. Leeper had to say about Carson.  He said "Carson is an excellent student.  He has been a past president.  He always stays up with his assignments.  He is a great example to his fellow classmates."  I am very proud of Carson and the hard work he puts forth at school.  He really is a good kid and I like to think I might be doing something right.  Keep up the good work!&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/1531599495838931079-6266702424201924747?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/6266702424201924747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=6266702424201924747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/6266702424201924747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/6266702424201924747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2010/02/principals-pride.html' title='Principal&apos;s Pride'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S2mkfniNzEI/AAAAAAAAAmA/xYHsZXxxSLc/s72-c/DSC_3649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-8568732302989165768</id><published>2010-01-14T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:10:03.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Disney Christmas-2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-ey3bO5MI/AAAAAAAAAl4/QmUJL_CX9Yc/s1600-h/DSC_3601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426730672713557186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-ey3bO5MI/AAAAAAAAAl4/QmUJL_CX9Yc/s320/DSC_3601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas 2009 was very different for us, but it sure was a blast!  We headed out for California on Christmas Eve and drove the whole 9 hours straight.  We arrived at David's grandma's house around 8:00p.m.  She was a very great host.  She took good care of us while we were there.  We put the kids to bed early cause it was up early to head to Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-d49kqiMI/AAAAAAAAAlw/jv0bq7yiKaQ/s1600-h/DSC_3515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426729677931317442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-d49kqiMI/AAAAAAAAAlw/jv0bq7yiKaQ/s320/DSC_3515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Corbin made sure he left a note at home so that Santa would know where we were.  Santa found us at great grandma's house.  Isn't Santa amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-d4QyApMI/AAAAAAAAAlo/mz22I-7thtQ/s1600-h/DSC_3517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426729665907696834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-d4QyApMI/AAAAAAAAAlo/mz22I-7thtQ/s320/DSC_3517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-dVgexfqI/AAAAAAAAAlY/WNGjkcULPHo/s1600-h/DSC_3521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426729068826558114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-dVgexfqI/AAAAAAAAAlY/WNGjkcULPHo/s320/DSC_3521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-c53i1gjI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/I2WMpaXxbt0/s1600-h/DSC_3588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426728593981276722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-c53i1gjI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/I2WMpaXxbt0/s320/DSC_3588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-LT5ikTdI/AAAAAAAAAlI/NUck9WQu53c/s1600-h/DSC_3529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426709249984318930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-LT5ikTdI/AAAAAAAAAlI/NUck9WQu53c/s320/DSC_3529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Disneyland was PACKED on Christmas day.  They had the place decorated and it was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-LTGwZ4QI/AAAAAAAAAlA/epDQYGvjrsA/s1600-h/DSC_3535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426709236352147714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-LTGwZ4QI/AAAAAAAAAlA/epDQYGvjrsA/s320/DSC_3535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Christmas tree was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GInormous&lt;/span&gt;!  It was beautiful and the ornaments were huge too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-KweDPzVI/AAAAAAAAAk4/aBNAf3XW1Lo/s1600-h/DSC_3532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426708641309773138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-KweDPzVI/AAAAAAAAAk4/aBNAf3XW1Lo/s320/DSC_3532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes Kaleb IS standing on his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tip&lt;/span&gt; toes.  He wanted to look bigger than me in all the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-Kv5dl3MI/AAAAAAAAAkw/24W5TdeKO6Y/s1600-h/DSC_3541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426708631488158914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-Kv5dl3MI/AAAAAAAAAkw/24W5TdeKO6Y/s320/DSC_3541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy's little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-KUXFO8dI/AAAAAAAAAko/3r22801rqHs/s1600-h/DSC_3538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426708158402720210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-KUXFO8dI/AAAAAAAAAko/3r22801rqHs/s320/DSC_3538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426708149020723090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-KT0IZB5I/AAAAAAAAAkg/W0MSLz6TxMU/s320/DSC_3543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-J7Ix_MnI/AAAAAAAAAkY/So0X4_QBrps/s1600-h/DSC_3545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426707725067170418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-J7Ix_MnI/AAAAAAAAAkY/So0X4_QBrps/s320/DSC_3545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kylie was zonked, so Corbin and I decided to share a turkey leg and corn on the cob.  Those turkey legs are the best.  YUMMY!  We also watched the fireworks while Kylie slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-JqinxHHI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/jYDpHdWmC-I/s1600-h/DSC_3569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426707439945849970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-JqinxHHI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/jYDpHdWmC-I/s320/DSC_3569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Rejuvenated&lt;/span&gt; with a good night's sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-JaYqO-AI/AAAAAAAAAkI/nEpGUyYPGO4/s1600-h/DSC_3574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426707162393933826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-JaYqO-AI/AAAAAAAAAkI/nEpGUyYPGO4/s320/DSC_3574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylie was so nervous on this ride.  It shows on her face.  By the time it was over she was smiling.  She had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-I8ykEdiI/AAAAAAAAAkA/zr_k65OBB1A/s1600-h/DSC_3579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426706653951325730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-I8ykEdiI/AAAAAAAAAkA/zr_k65OBB1A/s320/DSC_3579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-IttJBYFI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TW13RLvzR-k/s1600-h/DSC_3582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426706394797662290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-IttJBYFI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TW13RLvzR-k/s320/DSC_3582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corbin graduated to the big rides this year.  He has been tall enough for a couple years now, but he has always been too scared.  We talked him into go on California &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Screamin&lt;/span&gt; roller coaster.  He was really nervous. but he stayed brave.  This picture is just before take off.  He liked it so much he went a second time right after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-IdxpNiiI/AAAAAAAAAjw/FbOB-5ghIPw/s1600-h/DSC_3585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426706121128512034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-IdxpNiiI/AAAAAAAAAjw/FbOB-5ghIPw/s320/DSC_3585.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-IOOm8yII/AAAAAAAAAjo/Kj7x3cr6-cA/s1600-h/DSC_3583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426705854025746562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-IOOm8yII/AAAAAAAAAjo/Kj7x3cr6-cA/s320/DSC_3583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-H4UZkDuI/AAAAAAAAAjg/oJfIkqTBO48/s1600-h/DSC_3589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426705477623090914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-H4UZkDuI/AAAAAAAAAjg/oJfIkqTBO48/s320/DSC_3589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-HpZPkhZI/AAAAAAAAAjY/gcDj8D1Ak9M/s1600-h/DSC_3595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426705221225317778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-HpZPkhZI/AAAAAAAAAjY/gcDj8D1Ak9M/s320/DSC_3595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-HZv74-YI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/PDK571fZ23o/s1600-h/DSC_3598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426704952438880642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-HZv74-YI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/PDK571fZ23o/s320/DSC_3598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had an amazing time!  My favorite thing about the trip was just having the time together as a family, making memories with our children and having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-8568732302989165768?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/8568732302989165768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=8568732302989165768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/8568732302989165768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/8568732302989165768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2010/01/disney-christmas-2009.html' title='A Disney Christmas-2009'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/S0-ey3bO5MI/AAAAAAAAAl4/QmUJL_CX9Yc/s72-c/DSC_3601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-3787647268484306660</id><published>2009-12-16T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:24:42.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kylie's Dance Observation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We put Kylie in a dance class to find out if she liked it or not.  It is a beginning class and they don't do dance recitals yet.  Instead they just have an observation day for the parents to come in and watch.  If she likes it then she will be in a performing group next year.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SymjCXjAPSI/AAAAAAAAAig/2GYAipSPyFc/s1600-h/DSC_3484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416039287965629730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SymjCXjAPSI/AAAAAAAAAig/2GYAipSPyFc/s320/DSC_3484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Symil4amhnI/AAAAAAAAAiY/VHfepynIyhg/s1600-h/DSC_3502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416038798572553842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Symil4amhnI/AAAAAAAAAiY/VHfepynIyhg/s320/DSC_3502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was worried about her freezing up because of all the parents that were in the room, but she did an awesome job.  She just kept on dancing away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SymiKwbNMdI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/RvRv3q8HIAs/s1600-h/DSC_3508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416038332571136466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SymiKwbNMdI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/RvRv3q8HIAs/s320/DSC_3508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is with her dance teacher, Miss Megan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SymhbAdjDgI/AAAAAAAAAiI/WHzFdLUdcrA/s1600-h/DSC_3491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416037512242204162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SymhbAdjDgI/AAAAAAAAAiI/WHzFdLUdcrA/s320/DSC_3491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1531599495838931079-3787647268484306660?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/3787647268484306660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=3787647268484306660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/3787647268484306660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/3787647268484306660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/12/kylies-dance-observation.html' title='Kylie&apos;s Dance Observation'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SymjCXjAPSI/AAAAAAAAAig/2GYAipSPyFc/s72-c/DSC_3484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-5600418798609579208</id><published>2009-12-03T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:41:47.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready for Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sxid04lYr8I/AAAAAAAAAhg/zwJLHBi-Fvg/s1600-h/DSC_3454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411248484153601986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sxid04lYr8I/AAAAAAAAAhg/zwJLHBi-Fvg/s320/DSC_3454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I thought it was time to move on from Halloween and straight into Christmas.  Sunday was the day that we were all feeling like putting up the tree.  Kaleb and Carson pulled everything out of the shed while David was at church meetings.  We set up the tree and waited for David to come home before we decorated it.  It's a tradition that we all help put the ornaments on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sxid0W-fQhI/AAAAAAAAAhY/9y-s8fQq0tY/s1600-h/DSC_3455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411248475132084754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sxid0W-fQhI/AAAAAAAAAhY/9y-s8fQq0tY/s320/DSC_3455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's trying to sneak one on prematurely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SxidUrgIy4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/QbVmqAy8eMk/s1600-h/DSC_3456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411247930886114178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SxidUrgIy4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/QbVmqAy8eMk/s320/DSC_3456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Kylie trying to be patient.  She was wanting to put the ornaments on so bad, but I made her wait for her daddy to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SxidUDZnEyI/AAAAAAAAAhI/wZHW5TxhSls/s1600-h/DSC_3457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411247920121320226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SxidUDZnEyI/AAAAAAAAAhI/wZHW5TxhSls/s320/DSC_3457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Kaleb and Jack waiting for the cat to come out from under the tree.  Jack was ready to pounce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SxicyPT7dCI/AAAAAAAAAhA/QoKa5S1l3f4/s1600-h/DSC_3458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411247339203163170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SxicyPT7dCI/AAAAAAAAAhA/QoKa5S1l3f4/s320/DSC_3458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FINALLY daddy got home and we were ready to start decorating.  Kylie was so excited and she would hang all the ornaments in the same spot.  We helped her space them out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sxicdh3iMzI/AAAAAAAAAg4/dW9QWrpyGrk/s1600-h/DSC_3472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411246983407088434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sxicdh3iMzI/AAAAAAAAAg4/dW9QWrpyGrk/s320/DSC_3472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another tradition is that the star is the last thing put on the tree.  Kaleb got the honors this year.  I love the feeling of Christmas time.  I love sitting in the room with the Christmas tree and turning off all the lights except for the tree.  It's such a cozy feeling.  I enjoy the time that our family spends together, making memories.  I am ready for Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-5600418798609579208?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/5600418798609579208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=5600418798609579208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/5600418798609579208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/5600418798609579208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/12/getting-ready-for-santa.html' title='Getting Ready for Santa'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sxid04lYr8I/AAAAAAAAAhg/zwJLHBi-Fvg/s72-c/DSC_3454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-8469631624043397141</id><published>2009-10-31T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:41:22.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SuzGgg-nMGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FYF4QCWgERs/s1600-h/DSC_3450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398908315221045346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SuzGgg-nMGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FYF4QCWgERs/s320/DSC_3450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaleb came home one day from school and said, Mom I want to be a grandma for Halloween.  It surprised me a little, but I thought it would be a great idea.  We went to the DI to shop for his dress.  I picked up several dresses for him to look at, but when I finally picked up the one in the picture, he said yep that's the one.  I thought it turned out pretty cool.  He is the cutest grandma I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SuzGJgkh5AI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Mt38KTFjD3w/s1600-h/DSC_3429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398907919974654978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SuzGJgkh5AI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Mt38KTFjD3w/s320/DSC_3429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carson was set on being a BYU fan this year.  He was BYU from his head down to his toes.  He wore the blue wig, the painted face, a BYU shirt, BYU pajama bottoms, and to top it all off he wore our Y flag as a cape.  They had a Halloween parade for school and he actually got booed by some Utah fans.  That just goes to show how much class Utah fans have.  NONE!   GO BYU!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SuzFr4Au4FI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6M1P-1Dqa0Q/s1600-h/DSC_3431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398907410870886482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SuzFr4Au4FI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6M1P-1Dqa0Q/s320/DSC_3431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corbin made it easy on me this year.  I asked him what he wanted to be and he said a football player.  We already had everything for that. He saved me some money.  Thanks Corb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SuzFSZTNhCI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/f2XryJs9bF4/s1600-h/DSC_3439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398906973130163234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SuzFSZTNhCI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/f2XryJs9bF4/s320/DSC_3439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kylie was set on being a care bear this year(that's what she was last year)so we pulled out the costume box and tried it on.  It was way too small, so we pulled out the Cat in the Hat costume and it fit her perfectly.  She is the cutest Cat in the Hat that I have ever seen.  She was so excited when she saw herself in it.  All of them turned out great this year.  The only thing that sucked this Halloween , is that I came down with the flu and am stuck at home.  I HATE missing out on Halloween.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-8469631624043397141?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/8469631624043397141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=8469631624043397141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/8469631624043397141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/8469631624043397141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SuzGgg-nMGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FYF4QCWgERs/s72-c/DSC_3450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-7355809393864314450</id><published>2009-10-31T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:09:57.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pack Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SuzBfrjq6VI/AAAAAAAAAgI/WNsflPI8k1g/s1600-h/DSC_3442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398902803322825042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SuzBfrjq6VI/AAAAAAAAAgI/WNsflPI8k1g/s320/DSC_3442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corbin earned his wolf a couple of months ago, but we have missed the last couple of pack meetings.  He recieved it at our last pack meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SuzBfLp4GVI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Y1ZtBXg-p3w/s1600-h/DSC_3441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398902794758920530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SuzBfLp4GVI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Y1ZtBXg-p3w/s320/DSC_3441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Corbin pinning on the mothers pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SuzA5rfxykI/AAAAAAAAAf4/G6hWsDfmssg/s1600-h/DSC_3443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398902150471469634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SuzA5rfxykI/AAAAAAAAAf4/G6hWsDfmssg/s320/DSC_3443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SuzAkC4Xh2I/AAAAAAAAAfw/5reEszSOMF0/s1600-h/DSC_3448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398901778791499618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SuzAkC4Xh2I/AAAAAAAAAfw/5reEszSOMF0/s320/DSC_3448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the kids participated in the donut eating contest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-7355809393864314450?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/7355809393864314450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=7355809393864314450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/7355809393864314450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/7355809393864314450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/10/pack-meeting.html' title='Pack Meeting'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SuzBfrjq6VI/AAAAAAAAAgI/WNsflPI8k1g/s72-c/DSC_3442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-5822594779869347210</id><published>2009-10-20T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:50:37.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Grade Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4izVLkLdI/AAAAAAAAAfo/6MkK7T8P0h8/s1600-h/DSC_3408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394787668890758610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4izVLkLdI/AAAAAAAAAfo/6MkK7T8P0h8/s320/DSC_3408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't normally love to go on field trips, but Corbin pulled his big brown puppy dog sad eyes on me and said Please, please, please.  How can you say no to a face like that.  I should be glad that they still want me around.  So off we went to "This is the Place State Park". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4h1bq9BsI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Fr5f_Q2BXeY/s1600-h/DSC_3425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394786605481133762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4h1bq9BsI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Fr5f_Q2BXeY/s320/DSC_3425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess that they have been learning about Indians in school so we learned more about the Native Americans while we were up at the park.  Here is Corbin sitting in one of the dwellings that a Native American from Utah would have built.  It is a big round stucture, made of wood and mud.  It has a big hole in the top of it, so that when they would make a fire inside, the smoke could escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4h5bZ5SlI/AAAAAAAAAfg/rpcjXJxGjhc/s1600-h/DSC_3409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394786674129062482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4h5bZ5SlI/AAAAAAAAAfg/rpcjXJxGjhc/s320/DSC_3409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corbin learned how to grind corn with a stone to make cornmeal.  He enjoyed doing this, but I can't imagine having to do this all day long, like the Indians did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4h4AmIKEI/AAAAAAAAAfY/9kZnF3BM8V0/s1600-h/DSC_3415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394786649752741954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4h4AmIKEI/AAAAAAAAAfY/9kZnF3BM8V0/s320/DSC_3415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4h293KlyI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/TZ8mgLwr7vU/s1600-h/DSC_3421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394786631839029026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4h293KlyI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/TZ8mgLwr7vU/s320/DSC_3421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We learned about the animals native to Utah and how the Indians skinned them.  The men were responsible for hunting, but then the women had to haul the animal back to home and then skin it.  The women were responsible for everything else except the hunting(the easy part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4h0j6XjiI/AAAAAAAAAfA/O4fBEVteEK4/s1600-h/DSC_3424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394786590513401378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4h0j6XjiI/AAAAAAAAAfA/O4fBEVteEK4/s320/DSC_3424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An Indian dwelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4gXQVdTKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/4IMUc_OdWN8/s1600-h/DSC_3427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394784987530480802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4gXQVdTKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/4IMUc_OdWN8/s320/DSC_3427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a great time, and learned quite a bit while we were there.  I also learned that field trips are not that bad.  I had fun spending time with my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-5822594779869347210?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/5822594779869347210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=5822594779869347210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/5822594779869347210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/5822594779869347210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/10/3rd-grade-field-trip.html' title='3rd Grade Field Trip'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4izVLkLdI/AAAAAAAAAfo/6MkK7T8P0h8/s72-c/DSC_3408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-4356063425000687667</id><published>2009-10-20T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:19:46.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Principal's PRIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4af4hjKDI/AAAAAAAAAew/uKWC3oSOkhI/s1600-h/DSC_3406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394778538687801394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4af4hjKDI/AAAAAAAAAew/uKWC3oSOkhI/s320/DSC_3406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4afc-8YCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/qJpoa51oyDY/s1600-h/DSC_3403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394778531294896162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4afc-8YCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/qJpoa51oyDY/s320/DSC_3403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corbin recieved his Principal's Pride award this month.  He was awarded this because of his the work he is doing in his class.  He is learning cursive this year and is doing very well with that.  He also has strong math skills.  We are proud of him and the efforts he makes at school.  Keep up the good work Corbin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-4356063425000687667?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/4356063425000687667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=4356063425000687667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4356063425000687667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4356063425000687667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/10/principals-pride.html' title='Principal&apos;s PRIDE'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4af4hjKDI/AAAAAAAAAew/uKWC3oSOkhI/s72-c/DSC_3406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-3858902436252583148</id><published>2009-10-20T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:12:14.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corbin's Birthday- 9 YEARS OLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4XGYZCqXI/AAAAAAAAAeg/i_esnn-LL3w/s1600-h/DSC_3379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394774802030569842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4XGYZCqXI/AAAAAAAAAeg/i_esnn-LL3w/s320/DSC_3379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok so it has been a while since Corbin's birthday, but I don't get many chances to blog anymore.  I have to start out by saying how much I love these kids.  They are such good friends and they have been awesome for Corbin.  We started our party off by going swimming, but I had to leave the camera at home like a tard, so there are no pictures of that.  Then we came back to our house and had a fire in the backyard fire pit.  We roasted Hot dogs and Smores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4Wi6WMcCI/AAAAAAAAAeY/lUAnXGYapPA/s1600-h/DSC_3391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394774192670142498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4Wi6WMcCI/AAAAAAAAAeY/lUAnXGYapPA/s320/DSC_3391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David and I got him a Fuzion Scooter that he had been asking for and Mario Kart for the Wii.  I think he uses both of them on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4WiWXJpjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/G9aUyHeTQaE/s1600-h/DSC_3387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394774183010477618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4WiWXJpjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/G9aUyHeTQaE/s320/DSC_3387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylie, was so sweet.  She went and got one of her brand new stuffed animals and wrapped it up in her coat and gave it to Corbin for his birthday present.  She really wanted him to have something from her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4Wh9_H_nI/AAAAAAAAAeI/spJ1bG4Uzvg/s1600-h/DSC_3386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394774176467254898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4Wh9_H_nI/AAAAAAAAAeI/spJ1bG4Uzvg/s320/DSC_3386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4Whc44L7I/AAAAAAAAAeA/Ae3_tuygiho/s1600-h/DSC_3385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394774167582683058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4Whc44L7I/AAAAAAAAAeA/Ae3_tuygiho/s320/DSC_3385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4Wgg0G97I/AAAAAAAAAd4/g0wIWms-juI/s1600-h/DSC_3382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394774151456552882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4Wgg0G97I/AAAAAAAAAd4/g0wIWms-juI/s320/DSC_3382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4VDVTxLAI/AAAAAAAAAdw/bcM2sOuShoY/s1600-h/DSC_3402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394772550640282626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4VDVTxLAI/AAAAAAAAAdw/bcM2sOuShoY/s320/DSC_3402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so lame this year with birthday cakes.  I don't think I have made a single birthday cake for my kids this year.  I need to start back up.  Maybe that will be my goal for the next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4VCqlftCI/AAAAAAAAAdo/iTrfsEbVVwg/s1600-h/DSC_3401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394772539171910690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4VCqlftCI/AAAAAAAAAdo/iTrfsEbVVwg/s320/DSC_3401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blowing out his 9 candles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4UTP-xCEI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Tw48bgSTh9c/s1600-h/DSC_3377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394771724576294978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4UTP-xCEI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Tw48bgSTh9c/s320/DSC_3377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday Corbin!  We all Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-3858902436252583148?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/3858902436252583148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=3858902436252583148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/3858902436252583148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/3858902436252583148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/10/corbins-birthday-9-years-old.html' title='Corbin&apos;s Birthday- 9 YEARS OLD'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/St4XGYZCqXI/AAAAAAAAAeg/i_esnn-LL3w/s72-c/DSC_3379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-6666075885563636287</id><published>2009-09-27T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:02:28.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The DEW TOUR 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAxE8G4RhI/AAAAAAAAAdY/H_bsB9kCB2w/s1600-h/DSC_3348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386359115259332114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAxE8G4RhI/AAAAAAAAAdY/H_bsB9kCB2w/s320/DSC_3348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We bought tickets to the Dew Tour this year.  For all of you who don't know what that is, it is like the Xtreme sports.  Such as skateboarding, and BMX biking.  My boys really like that stuff.  We pulled a no school day and went off to see these sporting events.  While we were there, Kylie and Corbin had the opportunity to learn how to ride motorcycles.  They looked so cute getting dressed in all the gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAxETlCyZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/raKFddbjL8k/s1600-h/DSC_3350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386359104379996562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAxETlCyZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/raKFddbjL8k/s320/DSC_3350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAxDgVAyPI/AAAAAAAAAdI/nlVoEOf6GL8/s1600-h/DSC_3363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386359090622548210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAxDgVAyPI/AAAAAAAAAdI/nlVoEOf6GL8/s320/DSC_3363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Corbin riding all by himself.  They gave him a couple of pointers and then he was off on his own.  He did awesome!  For never riding a motorcycle before, he did a great job.  He picked it up right away.  He never tipped over or crashed, it was smooth riding the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAxDAkQ3dI/AAAAAAAAAdA/cnQLJiGdnvY/s1600-h/DSC_3354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386359082096582098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAxDAkQ3dI/AAAAAAAAAdA/cnQLJiGdnvY/s320/DSC_3354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Kylie, riding with one of the trainers.  She was having a blast.  She would wave at me every time she came around the circle.  The guy riding with her did a wheelie and she didn't like that too much.  She prefers to have her two wheels on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAvv8kkSHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/SVu5fz3DRWk/s1600-h/DSC_3370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386357655094970482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAvv8kkSHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/SVu5fz3DRWk/s320/DSC_3370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAvV_1x-NI/AAAAAAAAAcw/is18PPtVc_c/s1600-h/DSC_3367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386357209295878354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAvV_1x-NI/AAAAAAAAAcw/is18PPtVc_c/s320/DSC_3367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAtzhplMwI/AAAAAAAAAco/s2ahvZ2L8Q8/s1600-h/DSC_3345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386355517564465922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAtzhplMwI/AAAAAAAAAco/s2ahvZ2L8Q8/s320/DSC_3345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are standing in front of the BMX track.  This was the track where they would do all their flips and tricks.  It was pretty cool.  We saw a couple of guys fall right on their heads and not get back up for a few minutes.  Good thing they all wear helmets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAtIFto7bI/AAAAAAAAAcg/b_dtqRQ7EuA/s1600-h/DSC_3375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386354771330919858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAtIFto7bI/AAAAAAAAAcg/b_dtqRQ7EuA/s320/DSC_3375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are at the skateboarding portion of the DEW TOUR.  We had a fun day and hope to maybe go to the winter tour, where we can see the snowboarding, and skiing events.  Good times, Great memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-6666075885563636287?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/6666075885563636287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=6666075885563636287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/6666075885563636287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/6666075885563636287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/09/dew-tour-2009.html' title='The DEW TOUR 2009'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAxE8G4RhI/AAAAAAAAAdY/H_bsB9kCB2w/s72-c/DSC_3348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-9058123066008443921</id><published>2009-09-27T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:24:59.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kylie turns 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAqClMYHOI/AAAAAAAAAcY/qTluOZQPrTc/s1600-h/DSC_3314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386351378167241954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAqClMYHOI/AAAAAAAAAcY/qTluOZQPrTc/s320/DSC_3314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylie turned 4 on the 4th of September.  I tried to keep her party simple, so we had a slip and slide for them to play on.  I had a feeling that they would only play on it for a little while and boy was I right.  They only played on it for about 10 minutes, and they were ready for more things to do.  Big problem though, I didn't really plan anything else.  There was some major DRAMA going on and I was about ready to scream and we still had 1 hour and 45 minutes left of the party to go.  I am finding more and more how much harder a little girl is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAqB0xDnRI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/fEMTI93Aaqg/s1600-h/DSC_3317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386351365167750418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAqB0xDnRI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/fEMTI93Aaqg/s320/DSC_3317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAqBTUCTtI/AAAAAAAAAcI/fjR_4Dkxp2w/s1600-h/DSC_3313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386351356187659986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAqBTUCTtI/AAAAAAAAAcI/fjR_4Dkxp2w/s320/DSC_3313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsApHFw750I/AAAAAAAAAcA/ZksG-gDEzBU/s1600-h/DSC_3321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386350356118366018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsApHFw750I/AAAAAAAAAcA/ZksG-gDEzBU/s320/DSC_3321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We played a round of musical chairs. It didn't go so well though. Kylie had a complete melt down for some reason. I don't even know what her problem was, but that is how we ended musical chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAnAVofyAI/AAAAAAAAAb4/xaZRqOgHh8k/s1600-h/DSC_3325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386348041095596034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAnAVofyAI/AAAAAAAAAb4/xaZRqOgHh8k/s320/DSC_3325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAm_pqT6JI/AAAAAAAAAbw/C2w6GmsKJss/s1600-h/DSC_3323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386348029292046482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAm_pqT6JI/AAAAAAAAAbw/C2w6GmsKJss/s320/DSC_3323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAmQgCm6bI/AAAAAAAAAbo/IAoLDkGHSog/s1600-h/DSC_3328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386347219255749042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAmQgCm6bI/AAAAAAAAAbo/IAoLDkGHSog/s320/DSC_3328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAmP54jrBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ShLgS2in-a4/s1600-h/DSC_3332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386347209013046290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAmP54jrBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ShLgS2in-a4/s320/DSC_3332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I procrastinated getting a cake for Kylie, so on the day of her party we went to Macey's to pick one out. They just had generic ones, so I started to feel bad because I didn't get one ordered. As we were looking for a cake that would work, our sweet neighbor who works there in the bakery saw us and asked if she could help us. I said we are just trying to pick out a cake for Kylie's party. She told me that she would be more than happy to make Kylie the one that she wanted. Kylie picked out the Little Mermaid. A big thank you goes out to our neighbor for giving Kylie the cake she wanted and doing it at the last minute.   We had a couple of extra visitors when we sat down for cake.  The missionaries were walking by so we invited them over for cake and ice cream.  It was a hot day so they came over and had cake and ice cream with all these little 4 year old girls.  It was cute.  I should have taken a picture, but didn't think of it until they were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAlX2tE_HI/AAAAAAAAAbY/LllX6_wMbCA/s1600-h/DSC_3318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386346246086917234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAlX2tE_HI/AAAAAAAAAbY/LllX6_wMbCA/s320/DSC_3318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though we had some drama, I am so happy to have this little girl in my life.   She has me wrapped around her little finger.  She sure keeps things interesting and exciting around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KYLIE!  We love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;s&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/1531599495838931079-9058123066008443921?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/9058123066008443921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=9058123066008443921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/9058123066008443921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/9058123066008443921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/09/kylie-turns-4.html' title='Kylie turns 4'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAqClMYHOI/AAAAAAAAAcY/qTluOZQPrTc/s72-c/DSC_3314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-9123707685447545708</id><published>2009-08-27T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:17:33.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Dance Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SpcR9cRGP3I/AAAAAAAAAas/VDb6UJdW4Js/s1600-h/DSC_3306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374784427547574130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SpcR9cRGP3I/AAAAAAAAAas/VDb6UJdW4Js/s320/DSC_3306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylie finally got to start dance this week.  She has wanted to be in dance for a while now.  She is always dancing around the house and loving it.  She was sooo cute.  She is so girly, cause once she was dressed and ready to go she insisted that she put her lip gloss on so her lips would be shiny.  This is a whole new experience for me too and I am loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SpcRkEcnfFI/AAAAAAAAAak/LBpr4v1nwpM/s1600-h/DSC_3307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374783991656709202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SpcRkEcnfFI/AAAAAAAAAak/LBpr4v1nwpM/s320/DSC_3307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is in class with Emma, her good friend.  I got to watch her on the first day and it was the cutest, funniest thing I have ever seen.  She was trying so hard to do the moves, but couldn't quite get them , but I don't think she even realized she wasn't doing it right because she was having so much fun.  She kept looking over at me and smiling so big.  She is such a sweatheart and I love watching her grow.  Looking forward for more fun times to come.&lt;br /&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/1531599495838931079-9123707685447545708?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/9123707685447545708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=9123707685447545708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/9123707685447545708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/9123707685447545708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/08/dance-dance-dance.html' title='Dance Dance Dance'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SpcR9cRGP3I/AAAAAAAAAas/VDb6UJdW4Js/s72-c/DSC_3306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-9019775945508931981</id><published>2009-08-11T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:49:02.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday in August?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGmpvZjOYI/AAAAAAAAAac/6IjM-Od3MQA/s1600-h/DSC_3256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368755466830821762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGmpvZjOYI/AAAAAAAAAac/6IjM-Od3MQA/s320/DSC_3256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, we decided to do a surprise birthday party for Carson this year, 4 months early.  His real birthday is a week before Christmas and he has always wanted to do a summer birthday.  He will be turning 12 this year so we decided this would be a good year to do it.  He has been asking me every year to do a summer birthday, and this year the asking started in May.  I kept telling him that I didn't think it was going to happen.  He would give me his look of disappointment and walk away.  Finally I decided we would surprise him at Snowbird.  Here are his friends waiting for him to show up for the BIG SURPRISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGmTeNC2DI/AAAAAAAAAaU/3TQR34ZNli8/s1600-h/DSC_3258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368755084257843250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGmTeNC2DI/AAAAAAAAAaU/3TQR34ZNli8/s320/DSC_3258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The plan to get Carson to Snowbird without him being suspicious was to make up a story that David had to meet a guy up there for work reasons.  I left early that morning and picked up all his friends and we drove up to Snowbird so could surprise him when he walked in.    When he saw all of us standing there, he was confused at first until I said "Surprise, Happy early birthday."  He had a huge grin on his face and was still in shock cause he didn't know what to say.  All he could do was smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGmBzPvvKI/AAAAAAAAAaM/7MBJSvaynzs/s1600-h/DSC_3260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368754780668673186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGmBzPvvKI/AAAAAAAAAaM/7MBJSvaynzs/s320/DSC_3260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He got his own cell phone for his birthday.  He was pumped about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGlv6ArxrI/AAAAAAAAAaE/jeDyuQMlC9U/s1600-h/DSC_3261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368754473246901938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGlv6ArxrI/AAAAAAAAAaE/jeDyuQMlC9U/s320/DSC_3261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opening more gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGla371gyI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FDincIqYGHE/s1600-h/DSC_3269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368754111912444706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGla371gyI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FDincIqYGHE/s320/DSC_3269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did the all day pass at Snowbird.  They have these trampolines where you are hooked to a bungee and you can jump really high or do flips like crazy.  They also have a zip line, alpine slide, climbing wall, mechanical bull, and the TRAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGlDy20IvI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/s5UxSpC1MSI/s1600-h/DSC_3264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368753715412214514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGlDy20IvI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/s5UxSpC1MSI/s320/DSC_3264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGkt059zrI/AAAAAAAAAZs/T3N6Ox6figQ/s1600-h/DSC_3274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368753338005180082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGkt059zrI/AAAAAAAAAZs/T3N6Ox6figQ/s320/DSC_3274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and I had some fun too.  Here we are riding the mechanical bull.  It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGkdF9KxOI/AAAAAAAAAZk/33FjNyDxdiQ/s1600-h/DSC_3284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368753050524239074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGkdF9KxOI/AAAAAAAAAZk/33FjNyDxdiQ/s320/DSC_3284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGkCBW8SzI/AAAAAAAAAZc/BCQbdkHAjRQ/s1600-h/DSC_3288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368752585433697074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGkCBW8SzI/AAAAAAAAAZc/BCQbdkHAjRQ/s320/DSC_3288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGjxWiXciI/AAAAAAAAAZU/30pn6MySv94/s1600-h/DSC_3289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368752299060982306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGjxWiXciI/AAAAAAAAAZU/30pn6MySv94/s320/DSC_3289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGjcL-4_dI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Lc5Pc0vRHIk/s1600-h/DSC_3292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368751935450578386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGjcL-4_dI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Lc5Pc0vRHIk/s320/DSC_3292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Carson, and his cousin Laken on the zip line.  The funny thing about this birthday is that Carson wanted a summer, warm birthday and we ended up with the coldest day of the summer.  It was about 55 degrees at Snowbird that day and when you took the tram to the summit it was a whopping 45 degrees at the top.  Regardless of the weather, we had a great time and pulled off a great surprise for Carson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGjHKlJ-VI/AAAAAAAAAZE/GyVHvgh_llg/s1600-h/DSC_3295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368751574296951122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGjHKlJ-VI/AAAAAAAAAZE/GyVHvgh_llg/s320/DSC_3295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Store bought cake this year, cause we couldn't ruin the surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGi0UM3MMI/AAAAAAAAAY8/XMQ5Oho3rx0/s1600-h/DSC_3298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368751250461896898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGi0UM3MMI/AAAAAAAAAY8/XMQ5Oho3rx0/s320/DSC_3298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Carson and we hope you had a great EARLY birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1531599495838931079-9019775945508931981?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/9019775945508931981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=9019775945508931981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/9019775945508931981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/9019775945508931981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-in-august.html' title='A Birthday in August?'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SoGmpvZjOYI/AAAAAAAAAac/6IjM-Od3MQA/s72-c/DSC_3256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-6459947808669230247</id><published>2009-08-04T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:08:55.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kylie's 1st Day at Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Snig8De0qFI/AAAAAAAAAY0/mr7bIhSFlHY/s1600-h/DSC_3243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366215909599127634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Snig8De0qFI/AAAAAAAAAY0/mr7bIhSFlHY/s320/DSC_3243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is little tootsie before she went to preschool for the very first time.  She was so excited!  She would keep telling me, "I am so exciting to go to school."  She has been waiting for this day for about a year now.    We even went school shopping for new clothes.  Look how grown up she is :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SnigD1A7VpI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Sz0zTTU_mVA/s1600-h/DSC_3248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366214943642965650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SnigD1A7VpI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Sz0zTTU_mVA/s320/DSC_3248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is coming out of preschool sportin' her new apple headband that they made.  She is standing with her teacher, Diana Brown.  I am excited for her to go to preschool, but I am also sad because she is my baby.  That means I will have time all alone.  I don't think I will know what to do with myself.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Snifn-wI0NI/AAAAAAAAAYk/TMLVDVlROqE/s1600-h/DSC_3250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366214465220563154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Snifn-wI0NI/AAAAAAAAAYk/TMLVDVlROqE/s320/DSC_3250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1531599495838931079-6459947808669230247?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/6459947808669230247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=6459947808669230247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/6459947808669230247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/6459947808669230247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/08/kylies-1st-day-at-preschool.html' title='Kylie&apos;s 1st Day at Preschool'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Snig8De0qFI/AAAAAAAAAY0/mr7bIhSFlHY/s72-c/DSC_3243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-4269795967815952663</id><published>2009-07-16T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:38:33.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Mouths of Babes (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sl9JboXShXI/AAAAAAAAAYc/-jb9EBrJyag/s1600-h/Picture+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359082820634576242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sl9JboXShXI/AAAAAAAAAYc/-jb9EBrJyag/s320/Picture+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sl9GnUk9QfI/AAAAAAAAAYU/manBYGyJx64/s1600-h/Picture+343.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little Diva of mine is pretty funny. She says things all the time that catch me off guard. We were shopping yesterday, or should I say window shopping, when she found some shoes that she wanted. I told her that I couldn't buy them for her today because I didn't have any money. She looks at me like she is one ticked off cookie and says "then just put it on your credit card!" I had to laugh, but she had a complete meltdown when she had to put the shoes back on the shelf. Boy oh boy are we in trouble, if our kids think its just as easy as pulling out a credit card. She sure keeps me on my toes though. She may be a little diva, but I wouldn't trade her for anything! Love you Sis! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-4269795967815952663?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/4269795967815952663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=4269795967815952663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4269795967815952663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4269795967815952663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-of-mouths-of-babes-part-2.html' title='Out of the Mouths of Babes (Part 2)'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sl9JboXShXI/AAAAAAAAAYc/-jb9EBrJyag/s72-c/Picture+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-3647313720720767671</id><published>2009-07-12T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:57:22.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SlpdSwDn19I/AAAAAAAAAYE/xBCbLB3ttBo/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357697283429750738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SlpdSwDn19I/AAAAAAAAAYE/xBCbLB3ttBo/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, the last couple weeks have been a little stressful with Doctor appointments, and things breaking around our home,but we were able to get away from it all and go out on my brother-in-law's boat. The kids had fun just jumping into the lake and swimming around. David and Kylie were floating around, when Corbin decided to do a cannon ball and splash them right in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SlpdSSkxCOI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ImIVTXzF2Dk/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357697275515701474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SlpdSSkxCOI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ImIVTXzF2Dk/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corbin invited his friend Porter to come with us. Here they are hanging out on the boat, eating snacks and acting goofy. Corbin and Porter both got a little bit of motion sickness out on the water. The water was a little choppy at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Slpcj7w9dmI/AAAAAAAAAX0/kwEvbJbEG4g/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357696479118849634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Slpcj7w9dmI/AAAAAAAAAX0/kwEvbJbEG4g/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every chance Corbin got, he was in the water. He loves being out there. I think he feels fearless with his life jacket on. Look at that smile, he is having a Blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SlpciLmfEQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/x43OMEQNmpg/s1600-h/DSC_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357696449010143490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SlpciLmfEQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/x43OMEQNmpg/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson took his friend Zack with him. Zack had never been boating before and he didn't know how to swim. They had fun swimming around too. Zack was a trooper. He didn't want to try wake boarding, but he said he would get on the tube. Once we got the tube blown up, a big rain storm came through so he didn't even get to try it. Sorry Zack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SlpchWLUXtI/AAAAAAAAAXk/lD941Qs1cNM/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357696434669117138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SlpchWLUXtI/AAAAAAAAAXk/lD941Qs1cNM/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Slpcg6AR0RI/AAAAAAAAAXc/IICdYeatUvA/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357696427106619666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Slpcg6AR0RI/AAAAAAAAAXc/IICdYeatUvA/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is little Tootsie taking a break for a snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Slpa1w556YI/AAAAAAAAAXU/hHHiGbHrpTc/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357694586417965442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Slpa1w556YI/AAAAAAAAAXU/hHHiGbHrpTc/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David is getting pretty good at this wake boarding stuff.  He has no problems starting out and now he is jumping the wake and trying to to do 360's and stuff like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SlpaiT07__I/AAAAAAAAAXM/HugB7JUk32M/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357694252194988018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SlpaiT07__I/AAAAAAAAAXM/HugB7JUk32M/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is my very first time getting up on the wake board.  I think I stayed up for a total of about 10 seconds.  Steering is a whole different ball game.  I fell so hard on my butt that I felt like I had been spanked really hard.  It also caused a massive wedgie.  Looking at this picture makes me realize that I could use some sun on those good size thighs of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-3647313720720767671?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/3647313720720767671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=3647313720720767671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/3647313720720767671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/3647313720720767671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/07/boating.html' title='Boating'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SlpdSwDn19I/AAAAAAAAAYE/xBCbLB3ttBo/s72-c/DSC_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-3162339047317167774</id><published>2009-07-02T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:21:55.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Take a Hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk08hIfQd5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/a3vvKZI1zHM/s1600-h/Picture+340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354002071925323666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk08hIfQd5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/a3vvKZI1zHM/s320/Picture+340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I can't even explain this picture.  This is just Carson for you.  This about the only picture I got of  him because he was always way ahead of me on the trails.  You gotta love that face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk08gwq9BpI/AAAAAAAAAW8/YPkjg7D5HZY/s1600-h/Picture+345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354002065531930258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk08gwq9BpI/AAAAAAAAAW8/YPkjg7D5HZY/s320/Picture+345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk08gbz8c5I/AAAAAAAAAW0/jtgdAn9eF0w/s1600-h/Picture+346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354002059932496786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk08gbz8c5I/AAAAAAAAAW0/jtgdAn9eF0w/s320/Picture+346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute little girls.  They were just kicking back after they had eaten lunch.  It's amazing how much happier your 3 year old can be with some food in her stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk07c6tVn3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/_iwNLAdhrNQ/s1600-h/Picture+337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354000899995180914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk07c6tVn3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/_iwNLAdhrNQ/s320/Picture+337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the famous rock that my kids have to climb every time we go to Silver Lake.  They even played tag on it this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk04n5E4CvI/AAAAAAAAAWk/4cuj1hrYC9Y/s1600-h/Picture+312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353997790000712434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk04n5E4CvI/AAAAAAAAAWk/4cuj1hrYC9Y/s320/Picture+312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a rock or a tree to climb, you can bet your booty that the boys will be all over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk04nasOJnI/AAAAAAAAAWc/LpkUH0n72VQ/s1600-h/Picture+343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353997781844239986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk04nasOJnI/AAAAAAAAAWc/LpkUH0n72VQ/s320/Picture+343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of the few SMILES we got out of Kylie today.  I think we stretched her hiking abilities to the Max.  She was a trooper and did an amazing job.  We hiked a trail that we had never done before and it was pretty hard.  She made it about 2 hours UP the mountain before she started to whine.  We were trying to hike to a lake, but after 2 hours of hiking we asked someone who was coming down the mountain how much longer we had, and they said 1 1/2 more hours.  We decided at that point to turn it around.  I gave Kylie a piggy back ride on the way down and she ended up falling asleep on my back.  Needless to say she was carried all the way DOWN the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk04mw8U_rI/AAAAAAAAAWU/SBP_uZpJEYs/s1600-h/Picture+325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353997770637508274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk04mw8U_rI/AAAAAAAAAWU/SBP_uZpJEYs/s320/Picture+325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaleb was an amazing help.  He stayed back with Kylie and I and help encourage Kylie up the mountain.  He gave her a few shoulder rides.  What a great big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk04mtjmNSI/AAAAAAAAAWM/eXpRdDbYtqE/s1600-h/Picture+323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353997769728472354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk04mtjmNSI/AAAAAAAAAWM/eXpRdDbYtqE/s320/Picture+323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister Sara and her kids went with us.  We had a great time and did I mention it was a FREE activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk04mNBncUI/AAAAAAAAAWE/8Ah2gGK_HVM/s1600-h/Picture+319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353997760996012354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk04mNBncUI/AAAAAAAAAWE/8Ah2gGK_HVM/s320/Picture+319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk02wq9G8NI/AAAAAAAAAV8/PxjEGmu2JqQ/s1600-h/Picture+314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353995741805605074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk02wq9G8NI/AAAAAAAAAV8/PxjEGmu2JqQ/s320/Picture+314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-3162339047317167774?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/3162339047317167774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=3162339047317167774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/3162339047317167774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/3162339047317167774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/07/go-take-hike.html' title='Go Take a Hike'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk08hIfQd5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/a3vvKZI1zHM/s72-c/Picture+340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-6460443735024183982</id><published>2009-07-02T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:34:06.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coolin' Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk0z30OASJI/AAAAAAAAAV0/oZwAS2nMPRE/s1600-h/Picture+308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353992566016592018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk0z30OASJI/AAAAAAAAAV0/oZwAS2nMPRE/s320/Picture+308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took a trip downtown to the Gateway to cool off.  We had a Hot day and nothing to do so we packed up and went to the fountain.  Corbin jumped right in and had a great time.  He still knows how to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk0z3qQrQeI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8pjQ4qGaav0/s1600-h/Picture+305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353992563343442402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk0z3qQrQeI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8pjQ4qGaav0/s320/Picture+305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corbin thought the mist was cool because when he would come out of it all his arm hairs looked white.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk0zGyL0MZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vOxgfnJGf-8/s1600-h/Picture+304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353991723656950162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk0zGyL0MZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vOxgfnJGf-8/s320/Picture+304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylie begged to go play in the fountain and then when we got there she didn't want to get in.  She screamed and cried and whined, so I ignored her and she laid down on her towel and started sucking her thumb.  What a STINKER!  Kaleb was also a party pooper, but I have to remember he has a 13 year old image to uphold.  He went into the Apple store instead and played with all the Ipod's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk0yxqN3PrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-tCeccOuu5E/s1600-h/Picture+300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353991360740802226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk0yxqN3PrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-tCeccOuu5E/s320/Picture+300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk0yWZddrEI/AAAAAAAAAVU/UTaoI6OG2zE/s1600-h/Picture+297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353990892386364482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk0yWZddrEI/AAAAAAAAAVU/UTaoI6OG2zE/s320/Picture+297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carson got in to cool down and then he was out.  I think he lasted about 5 minutes.  I was a little frustrated at my kids so we just left.  At least I didn't have to pay for parking because we were there for under an hour.  I sure love my kids, and they sure are hard to entertain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-6460443735024183982?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/6460443735024183982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=6460443735024183982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/6460443735024183982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/6460443735024183982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/07/coolin-off.html' title='Coolin&apos; Off'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sk0z30OASJI/AAAAAAAAAV0/oZwAS2nMPRE/s72-c/Picture+308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-6615937665499192326</id><published>2009-06-12T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:58:13.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Buzz Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SjKympEQnfI/AAAAAAAAAVM/TiOSzh5AFWU/s1600-h/DSC_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346532084570693106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SjKympEQnfI/AAAAAAAAAVM/TiOSzh5AFWU/s320/DSC_0274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was time for haircuts and Corbin decided that he wanted his usual summer haircut.  THE BUZZ CUT!  I think he likes it because he doesn't have to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SjKymYG5xfI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VDzYYj5MVts/s1600-h/DSC_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346532080018376178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SjKymYG5xfI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VDzYYj5MVts/s320/DSC_0273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SjKydISnUNI/AAAAAAAAAU8/hEeBVU0W1t4/s1600-h/DSC_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346531921153708242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SjKydISnUNI/AAAAAAAAAU8/hEeBVU0W1t4/s320/DSC_0275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The final product!  It's kind of a shock for the first couple days, just because he has had a full head of hair for the last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1531599495838931079-6615937665499192326?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/6615937665499192326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=6615937665499192326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/6615937665499192326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/6615937665499192326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-buzz-cut.html' title='Summer Buzz Cut'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SjKympEQnfI/AAAAAAAAAVM/TiOSzh5AFWU/s72-c/DSC_0274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-8181630487081682124</id><published>2009-06-11T09:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:24:02.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Mouth of Babes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SjEvDJPJK4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/JT5rldaeBlY/s1600-h/DSC_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346105963731037058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SjEvDJPJK4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/JT5rldaeBlY/s320/DSC_0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a funny moment a couple of days ago, with Kylie and her grandma Latimer. Grandma Latimer took us to Applebee's for lunch the other day, and while we were waiting for our food to come out, grandma started to bug Kylie. She was trying to put a napkin in her ears and nose. She was just messing around, when Kylie turns to her grandma and says " That's not cool you butt hole." Grandma's eyes got as big as they could get and turned to look at me. I was laughing so hard I was crying. I know this isn't appropriate language for my little peanut, but it caught us all off guard, I couldn't help but laugh. Lesson learned, watch what you say in your home cause your kids are listening. Doesn't help that she has three brothers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-8181630487081682124?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/8181630487081682124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=8181630487081682124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/8181630487081682124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/8181630487081682124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/06/out-of-mouth-of-babes.html' title='Out of the Mouth of Babes!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SjEvDJPJK4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/JT5rldaeBlY/s72-c/DSC_0106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-197171395998085163</id><published>2009-05-29T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:55:07.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corbin's 2nd Grade field trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SiBW03q5tgI/AAAAAAAAAUs/aXWlTSBdPgg/s1600-h/DSC_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341364624358487554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SiBW03q5tgI/AAAAAAAAAUs/aXWlTSBdPgg/s320/DSC_0269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have to start off by saying, that I remember why I took the year off from helping at the school. Second graders drive me crazy! Maybe it was just the ones that I was in charge of. Well, to start it off we went on a walking field trip to Maceys grocery store. They gave us a great tour. I felt bad for the shoppers that day, because they were overrun by a bunch of 8 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SiBW0gW58zI/AAAAAAAAAUk/By1efjv1WlQ/s1600-h/DSC_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341364618100601650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SiBW0gW58zI/AAAAAAAAAUk/By1efjv1WlQ/s320/DSC_0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Corbin, getting his free cookie in the bakery. The lady put a cute little flower of frosting on it and Corbin, being the boy he is starts spreading it all over his cookie with his dirty fingers. YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SiBWk3SwPHI/AAAAAAAAAUc/gCItsxCyRTE/s1600-h/DSC_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341364349379296370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SiBWk3SwPHI/AAAAAAAAAUc/gCItsxCyRTE/s320/DSC_0264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my well behaved boy waiting patiently to enter the store. All the other kids were climbing on the bags of salt and were even ripping them open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SiBWkm1pcMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Q3Ev9xb4-2U/s1600-h/DSC_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341364344962248898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SiBWkm1pcMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Q3Ev9xb4-2U/s320/DSC_0266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the meat department where she showed them cow tongue, cow heart and cow stomach. That explains some looks on their faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SiBWP3TknWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/E_Pi1KaiclA/s1600-h/DSC_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341363988605476194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SiBWP3TknWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/E_Pi1KaiclA/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the big refrigerator. They thought this was pretty cool. They got to see how they stock the shelves with milk and yogurt. We ended the field trip at the West Jordan Care Center, where the kids sang to the patients. It was a good experience for them to do that service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-197171395998085163?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/197171395998085163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=197171395998085163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/197171395998085163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/197171395998085163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/05/corbins-2nd-grade-field-trip.html' title='Corbin&apos;s 2nd Grade field trip'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SiBW03q5tgI/AAAAAAAAAUs/aXWlTSBdPgg/s72-c/DSC_0269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-8192339719728035299</id><published>2009-05-28T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:32:29.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corbin's 1st Pinewood Derby - 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sh7xSBPwPbI/AAAAAAAAAUE/A7DaKUQsIJk/s1600-h/DSC_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340971499982437810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sh7xSBPwPbI/AAAAAAAAAUE/A7DaKUQsIJk/s320/DSC_0230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the Cougar car..  Corbin insisted on having a BYU car.  I must admit, it is pretty cool.   His dad helped him with the whole thing, except for the stickers.  That was mom's expertise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sh7xR0CwQTI/AAAAAAAAAT8/IXYjsf_pogw/s1600-h/DSC_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340971496438251826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sh7xR0CwQTI/AAAAAAAAAT8/IXYjsf_pogw/s320/DSC_0228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sh7xRv-NS3I/AAAAAAAAAT0/DQfA1o15mNA/s1600-h/DSC_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340971495345441650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sh7xRv-NS3I/AAAAAAAAAT0/DQfA1o15mNA/s320/DSC_0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching the other boys race, and waiting for his turn.  He received an award for honorable mention on the design of his car, however he DID NOT place.  His car finished in the top 8 cars.  He didn't care though, he was having too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sh7w0CSkOVI/AAAAAAAAATs/XZwhmXWkfAY/s1600-h/DSC_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340970984866593106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sh7w0CSkOVI/AAAAAAAAATs/XZwhmXWkfAY/s320/DSC_0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Standing with dad and showing off their car!  In between races, David decided to try and fix a wobble that Corbin had in his wheel.  As he was adjusting the wheel, the whole corner of the car snapped off.  Corbin wasn't done racing so David pulled out the super glue and he glued it back together.  It seemed to work just fine, but being the stresser that I am, I kinda panicked for him.  I didn't want his car to fall apart on the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sh7wmPDO_tI/AAAAAAAAATk/bK2t-J5jNW4/s1600-h/DSC_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340970747773779666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sh7wmPDO_tI/AAAAAAAAATk/bK2t-J5jNW4/s320/DSC_0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture because it shows the excitement on his face.  He was having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sh7wWfJzCrI/AAAAAAAAATc/MVc5BMAOv2k/s1600-h/DSC_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340970477218368178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sh7wWfJzCrI/AAAAAAAAATc/MVc5BMAOv2k/s320/DSC_0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he goes placing his car on the track for the next heat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sh7wMlFxdKI/AAAAAAAAATU/geMcLgzl1wE/s1600-h/DSC_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340970307013407906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sh7wMlFxdKI/AAAAAAAAATU/geMcLgzl1wE/s320/DSC_0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing off their awesome cars.  They now plan to meet at a friends house and race them down the slide.  His car will eventually die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-8192339719728035299?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/8192339719728035299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=8192339719728035299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/8192339719728035299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/8192339719728035299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/05/corbins-1st-pinewood-derby-2009.html' title='Corbin&apos;s 1st Pinewood Derby - 2009'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sh7xSBPwPbI/AAAAAAAAAUE/A7DaKUQsIJk/s72-c/DSC_0230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-8542261573494194890</id><published>2009-05-17T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:52:20.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Out to the Ball Game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCrpp6uXyI/AAAAAAAAATM/8-FwYtG4VQA/s1600-h/DSC_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336954290549186338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCrpp6uXyI/AAAAAAAAATM/8-FwYtG4VQA/s320/DSC_0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A big Thank You goes out to Suzy and Ron for supplying us with the Salt Lake Bee's tickets. We had a great time. We had our own private box suite at the game. David some how got ahold of the camera and snapped this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCrpYfCkQI/AAAAAAAAATE/yGWxzP2G1Cs/s1600-h/DSC_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336954285869666562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCrpYfCkQI/AAAAAAAAATE/yGWxzP2G1Cs/s320/DSC_0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaleb was a little camera shy, so I had to take the shots I could get. He hung out with his cousin Matthew all night. They ate sunflower seeds, peanuts, cracker jacks, chips and salsa, hot dogs, a hamburger, icee, and popcorn. Oh and they had plenty of Coke and Dr. Pepper to wash all of that down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCqyzat-5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/_UE9UQzsDAc/s1600-h/DSC_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336953348206492562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCqyzat-5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/_UE9UQzsDAc/s320/DSC_0225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here Grandpa and Corbin are sharing the big basket of popcorn, while watching the Bee's kill the Iowa Cubs. Notice how grandpa dresses for the occasion. He has such spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCqypeRVOI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H6p1puRLNXc/s1600-h/DSC_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336953345537037538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCqypeRVOI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H6p1puRLNXc/s320/DSC_0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson and his friend Zack ready for a game of their own. They actually played a small game of their own inside the suite, until I had to put the kabosh on it when the ball hit the glass windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCqypP7v7I/AAAAAAAAASs/feIl67bGDjc/s1600-h/DSC_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336953345476902834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCqypP7v7I/AAAAAAAAASs/feIl67bGDjc/s320/DSC_0223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little CAVEMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCqyZF-3WI/AAAAAAAAASk/wDA4ON9QfQ4/s1600-h/DSC_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336953341140196706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCqyZF-3WI/AAAAAAAAASk/wDA4ON9QfQ4/s320/DSC_0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are dancing to the music that was playing over the loud speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCqyNB9-SI/AAAAAAAAASc/d5cMSifrT74/s1600-h/DSC_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336953337902135586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCqyNB9-SI/AAAAAAAAASc/d5cMSifrT74/s320/DSC_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David gettin' jiggy with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCpkVWb6HI/AAAAAAAAASU/VngUIwA51X4/s1600-h/DSC_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336952000105670770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCpkVWb6HI/AAAAAAAAASU/VngUIwA51X4/s320/DSC_0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corbin and Porter after getting their heads signed by BUMBLE the Bee! And yes it was permanent marker and yes we did have church the next day. I knew that Porter's parents were going to be so thrilled when he came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCpkJjBkhI/AAAAAAAAASM/6fDJk-TfMRs/s1600-h/DSC_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336951996937245202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCpkJjBkhI/AAAAAAAAASM/6fDJk-TfMRs/s320/DSC_0212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BUMBLE came into our suite and spent some time with the kids. Kylie was a little scared of  him. You can tell by the look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCpkAB4L8I/AAAAAAAAASE/7V64hDgI33c/s1600-h/DSC_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336951994382299074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCpkAB4L8I/AAAAAAAAASE/7V64hDgI33c/s320/DSC_0206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corbin getting his baseball signed by BUMBLE. He also got it signed by a Bee's player after the game, but my camera was dead by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCpjxewm0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/h84lHfra03E/s1600-h/DSC_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336951990476905282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCpjxewm0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/h84lHfra03E/s320/DSC_0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They couldn't get enough of Bumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCpjjM65II/AAAAAAAAAR0/uS5JyAxAHqg/s1600-h/DSC_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336951986643985538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCpjjM65II/AAAAAAAAAR0/uS5JyAxAHqg/s320/DSC_0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FINAL SCORE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bee's- 16 Iowa-6&lt;br /&gt;Yes it was a butt kickin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1531599495838931079-8542261573494194890?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/8542261573494194890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=8542261573494194890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/8542261573494194890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/8542261573494194890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-me-out-to-ball-game.html' title='Take Me Out to the Ball Game!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCrpp6uXyI/AAAAAAAAATM/8-FwYtG4VQA/s72-c/DSC_0197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-4863607442898408939</id><published>2009-05-17T17:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:14:15.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flag Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCnOHDpcyI/AAAAAAAAARs/wBfd1NcVZsA/s1600-h/DSC_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336949419288392482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCnOHDpcyI/AAAAAAAAARs/wBfd1NcVZsA/s320/DSC_0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corbin loves to play flag football.  He has shown some major improvement since last year.  He has been catching passes, diving for flags, and just having fun.  He wants to play agin in the fall.  He's not ready for tackle football yet, and he may never be.  He has been working on forming his own team for the fall.  He wants all his friends on his team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCnNtRFZvI/AAAAAAAAARk/rFyLL1pN7wg/s1600-h/DSC_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336949412365428466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCnNtRFZvI/AAAAAAAAARk/rFyLL1pN7wg/s320/DSC_0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's snapping his fingers because his team just scored a touchdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCnNhJCq3I/AAAAAAAAARc/JExg5_vCJvA/s1600-h/DSC_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336949409110469490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCnNhJCq3I/AAAAAAAAARc/JExg5_vCJvA/s320/DSC_0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCnNVld_2I/AAAAAAAAARU/drQ58qLc9NM/s1600-h/DSC_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336949406008475490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCnNVld_2I/AAAAAAAAARU/drQ58qLc9NM/s320/DSC_0183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-4863607442898408939?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/4863607442898408939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=4863607442898408939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4863607442898408939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4863607442898408939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/05/flag-football.html' title='Flag Football'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ShCnOHDpcyI/AAAAAAAAARs/wBfd1NcVZsA/s72-c/DSC_0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-2674723695397550118</id><published>2009-05-14T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:05:18.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby turns 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-8b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3386706919800360331&amp;amp;site=widget-8b.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919800360331&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8b.slide.com/p1/3386706919800360331/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SgHbxWm7iXI/AAAAAAAAAQk/0nVh5TcKsa8/s320/DSC_0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was such a beautiful day today, I could not justify staying at home. We had to get outside, so we went to Wheeler farm. I was trying to take a couple of shots of Kylie, but she wasn't having any of it. She was too busy exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SgHbwxgBYgI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ungs11SXHdE/s1600-h/DSC_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332785064751227394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SgHbwxgBYgI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ungs11SXHdE/s320/DSC_0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was another one of the pictures I tried to take, but as you can tell by the expression on her face, she was not going to cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SgHbwkUTCSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/UO0ueZXXRHQ/s1600-h/DSC_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332785061212391714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SgHbwkUTCSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/UO0ueZXXRHQ/s320/DSC_0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This on the other hand she could NOT get enough of. She loved sitting on the tractor and pretending to drive it. She called it a "shovel" and I would say you mean the tractor and she would say yeah, I want to sit on the shovel again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SgHbwS_pTvI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SUAJl0sHnMk/s1600-h/DSC_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332785056562368242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SgHbwS_pTvI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SUAJl0sHnMk/s320/DSC_0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took her little friend Miranda with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SgHanYHDkLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/9Iiga9vxlDk/s1600-h/DSC_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332783803805175986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SgHanYHDkLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/9Iiga9vxlDk/s320/DSC_0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the girls as we were on the tractor ride. They drive you around the whole farm. Every time we passed the animals the would say good-bye to them. "Bye chickens, bye cows, bye ducks," and then they would wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SgHanGV8nvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/mV_eDXQGpYE/s1600-h/DSC_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332783799035797234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SgHanGV8nvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/mV_eDXQGpYE/s320/DSC_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SgHam5CJvpI/AAAAAAAAAP0/1YBgyQdpLtI/s1600-h/DSC_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332783795463110290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SgHam5CJvpI/AAAAAAAAAP0/1YBgyQdpLtI/s320/DSC_0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were lots of baby animals. They were all so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SgHamgqmCzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/-rAlcjK7cyg/s1600-h/DSC_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332783788921850674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SgHamgqmCzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/-rAlcjK7cyg/s320/DSC_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie standing in front of the chicken coop that held the little, yellow, fuzzy chicks. Sooo Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SgHamTrsEAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/yKs8mvFO6ns/s1600-h/DSC_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332783785436778498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SgHamTrsEAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/yKs8mvFO6ns/s320/DSC_0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Standing on the fence, feeding the ducks our 3 week old bread. They seemed to enjoy every piece. We had a great time today. The mom needed to get out of the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-4297081041939021405?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/4297081041939021405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=4297081041939021405' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4297081041939021405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4297081041939021405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-on-farm.html' title='A Day on the Farm'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SgHbxWm7iXI/AAAAAAAAAQk/0nVh5TcKsa8/s72-c/DSC_0172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-8933609474396848182</id><published>2009-04-18T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:16:14.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stud of a Husband RUNS Salt Lake City Marathon-2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sepbi4aPaQI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Ky1jUKJRrl0/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326170164135160066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sepbi4aPaQI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Ky1jUKJRrl0/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is David at the starting line anxiously awaiting the start.  We woke up at 4:30 a.m. so we could get him there by the 6:05 start time.  We arrived around 5:30 a.m. so he could stretch and loosen up.  The kids were such great troopers.  They wanted to support their dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SepbisRP3pI/AAAAAAAAAPU/V7Gg1oLsYUo/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326170160876215954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SepbisRP3pI/AAAAAAAAAPU/V7Gg1oLsYUo/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting into the zone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SepbiYlggUI/AAAAAAAAAPM/_va-EYJRBfY/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326170155592483138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SepbiYlggUI/AAAAAAAAAPM/_va-EYJRBfY/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racing Number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SepbGm_zukI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CxjkAvHMNHU/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326169678424554050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SepbGm_zukI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CxjkAvHMNHU/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this picture is around mile number 18.  He was hurting a little at this point.  Still had 8 more miles to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sepa3c2WR1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/zyhbCD2pvHY/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326169418002483026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sepa3c2WR1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/zyhbCD2pvHY/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was mile 14. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sepa3OINL3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/CMlzJhAXckc/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326169414050852722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sepa3OINL3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/CMlzJhAXckc/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was mile 5, you can tell cause he still has a smile on his face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SepafKG4JwI/AAAAAAAAAOs/b_0AM09J6TQ/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326169000654677762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SepafKG4JwI/AAAAAAAAAOs/b_0AM09J6TQ/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is approaching the finish line.  It was downtown Salt Lake City at the Gateway.  His finish time was 3 hours 55 minutes.  He came in 1st place in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Clydesdale&lt;/span&gt; bracket ,which is anyone over 200 pounds.  He came in 49th in his age group.  This was a huge time commitment because of training, but we are really proud of him.  This was his first marathon and possibly his last.  Good Job David!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-8933609474396848182?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/8933609474396848182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=8933609474396848182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/8933609474396848182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/8933609474396848182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/04/stud-of-husband-runs-salt-lake-city.html' title='Stud of a Husband RUNS Salt Lake City Marathon-2009'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sepbi4aPaQI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Ky1jUKJRrl0/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-7121467273792217614</id><published>2009-04-15T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:25:19.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corbin's Choir Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SeajmO9foXI/AAAAAAAAANM/oTHxKtT8Ff4/s1600-h/DSC_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325123486658568562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SeajmO9foXI/AAAAAAAAANM/oTHxKtT8Ff4/s320/DSC_0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had Corbin's choir concert tonight at the school.  He did a great job!  They sang some fun songs.  The did songs from Mamma Mia, The Sound of Music, Grease, Hairspray, and Annie.  It was too cute.  He does choir not for the singing, but for the ice cream party that they are going to have tomorrow.  He is so excited for it.  He told me that he was going to do choir next year because he thinks they might have root beer floats or pizza.  He is a pretty funny kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't get a decent shot of Corbin either cause the lady sitting in front of me would not hold still.  She was rocking and swaying to every single song.  Not to mention she had a big head of hair.  I got so frustrated that I yelled out HOLD STILL!  She didn't listen to me though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Seajlz-y9FI/AAAAAAAAANE/kVp_6SQfBRA/s1600-h/DSC_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325123479416271954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Seajlz-y9FI/AAAAAAAAANE/kVp_6SQfBRA/s320/DSC_0154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/1531599495838931079-7121467273792217614?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/7121467273792217614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=7121467273792217614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/7121467273792217614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/7121467273792217614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/04/corbins-choir-concert.html' title='Corbin&apos;s Choir Concert'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SeajmO9foXI/AAAAAAAAANM/oTHxKtT8Ff4/s72-c/DSC_0157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-5878367925496472934</id><published>2009-04-07T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T07:29:18.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping at Zion's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SdtfIRTs7mI/AAAAAAAAAMs/00UqSkqbs8M/s1600-h/DSC_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321951980358004322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SdtfIRTs7mI/AAAAAAAAAMs/00UqSkqbs8M/s320/DSC_0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a great campout this last weekend.  We left on Thursday and arrived to a beautiful Zion's National Park.  We set up camp and then pretty much went to bed.  We woke up to clouds, clouds, clouds.  It was around 30 degrees that morning.  We took a hike later that morning and that is when it started to RAIN!  I'm not talking a little sprinkle, we are talking a down pour.  We finished our hike in the rain and then decided to go back to camp.  Anyway, to make a long story short, we ended up going to a movie because it was so cold and wet.  We saw Monsters VS. Aliens.  It was too fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SdtfIGI1qxI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JjYtFj0ZIjE/s1600-h/DSC_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321951977359649554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SdtfIGI1qxI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JjYtFj0ZIjE/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we have David and Kylie taking a hike up to Emerald Pools.  Kylie was quite the trooper considering the weather and all.  I'm glad to say that Saturday was a much nicer day.  No rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321950710256667650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sdtd-Vz8jAI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Hyw1RJxZL6Q/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the boys holding up a huge rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sdtd-OSlE4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/8XPbU2YYBp8/s1600-h/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321950708237669250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sdtd-OSlE4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/8XPbU2YYBp8/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little monkies who climbed as many trees as they could find.  Our nephew Laken came along with us.  He was covered in tree sap.  Kaleb spent alot of time in the tree as a get away I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sdtd9wxZQ3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/y48f6-DYdxs/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321950700313854834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sdtd9wxZQ3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/y48f6-DYdxs/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was our first morning when it was 30 degrees and Kylie decided to come out of the tent buck naked.  She said she had to go pee.  The cold didn't seem to bother her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sdtd9kTzy6I/AAAAAAAAAME/8alr89d0d_Q/s1600-h/DSC_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321950696968539042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sdtd9kTzy6I/AAAAAAAAAME/8alr89d0d_Q/s320/DSC_0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was taken on the trail to Emerald Pools.  The boys left us in their dust.   They don't have the patience to wait for Kylie so they speed on ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sdtd9lbs0LI/AAAAAAAAAL8/R3Ou4X9owCY/s1600-h/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321950697270071474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sdtd9lbs0LI/AAAAAAAAAL8/R3Ou4X9owCY/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just one of the many beautiful views at Zion's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sdtcbo0NWQI/AAAAAAAAALc/sfZOKVSoDrM/s1600-h/DSC_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321949014550993154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sdtcbo0NWQI/AAAAAAAAALc/sfZOKVSoDrM/s320/DSC_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David and I at Emerald Pools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sdtcbp_2c9I/AAAAAAAAALU/uNpx_En6voQ/s1600-h/DSC_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321949014868259794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Sdtcbp_2c9I/AAAAAAAAALU/uNpx_En6voQ/s320/DSC_0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kiddies overlooking Emerald Pools.  We love spending time together as a family and we love to Camp.  Hope to go again soon.  Good times, great memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1531599495838931079-5878367925496472934?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/5878367925496472934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=5878367925496472934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/5878367925496472934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/5878367925496472934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/04/camping-at-zions.html' title='Camping at Zion&apos;s'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SdtfIRTs7mI/AAAAAAAAAMs/00UqSkqbs8M/s72-c/DSC_0148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-5601649837954729131</id><published>2009-04-07T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T06:53:33.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SdtZy_CwreI/AAAAAAAAALM/XYZT_Bnbzps/s1600-h/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321946117119716834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SdtZy_CwreI/AAAAAAAAALM/XYZT_Bnbzps/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is our new edition to our family.  This is Maggie.  I swore that I would not get another animal, but she is one of Jack's babies and we were unable to sell her so we chose to keep her.  She is so cute and she has a sweet personality.  Our cat is terrified of her, but hopefully she will get use to her soon.  Jack is curious but he keeps his distance.  The kids love her and won't ever put her down.  She is being held constantly.  She is even doing GREAT with her potty training.&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/1531599495838931079-5601649837954729131?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/5601649837954729131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=5601649837954729131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/5601649837954729131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/5601649837954729131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-new-edition.html' title='Our New Edition'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SdtZy_CwreI/AAAAAAAAALM/XYZT_Bnbzps/s72-c/DSC_0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-4613662226466936064</id><published>2009-03-31T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:49:00.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goofin' Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SdJy0P_cdxI/AAAAAAAAALE/F_xekcbezE0/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319440351849379602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SdJy0P_cdxI/AAAAAAAAALE/F_xekcbezE0/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we have a day after school where the kids got creative.  At least they have imaginations and it looks like they can have some fun together.  They were bored so they got the costumes out.  They really got into their roles too.  Funny kids! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SdJymZvVk1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/y4eDkaMCT4U/s1600-h/DSC_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319440113948005202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SdJymZvVk1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/y4eDkaMCT4U/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson dressed up as a girl.&lt;br /&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/1531599495838931079-4613662226466936064?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/4613662226466936064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=4613662226466936064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4613662226466936064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4613662226466936064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/03/goofin-around.html' title='Goofin&apos; Around'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SdJy0P_cdxI/AAAAAAAAALE/F_xekcbezE0/s72-c/DSC_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-7102006132901870812</id><published>2009-03-26T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:30:42.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5th GraDe PaTriOtIc PrOgrAm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Scvr-_hqlPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zqeK4jgKp_c/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317603252478055666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Scvr-_hqlPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zqeK4jgKp_c/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Carson's 5th grade &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PatRioTic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;program was today. The title of their program was "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We LoVe AmeRiCa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Scvr-ifucDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/E7S-hlUOC8g/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317603244685291570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Scvr-ifucDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/E7S-hlUOC8g/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the handsome face behind all the patriotic songs. This is one of my favorite programs to go and watch. I am very emotional when it comes to patriotism. I feel like kids now a days no longer appreciate what they have and what men and women have gone through to fight for their freedoms. I just want to shake them sometimes. This appreciation that I have comes from not only the thousands upon thousands of soldiers who fight for us now, but I have a great respect for my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FaTher and BroTher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;who have both served our country. My dad who served in Vietnam and my brother who served in Iraq. I love and appreciate them for their service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScvrRJ1PcuI/AAAAAAAAAKk/hAuFzDMhfSE/s1600-h/DSC_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317602464970535650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScvrRJ1PcuI/AAAAAAAAAKk/hAuFzDMhfSE/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Carson had a part in his program. His lines were "Today the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FlAg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; consists of 13 horizontal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;StriPes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ReD, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;alternating with 6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WhiTe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;StRiPes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;represent our 13 original &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CoLoniEs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;StaRs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;represent the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;50 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;States of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UniOn."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317602456077844258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScvrQotDvyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/efAym1PTtNA/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Did I ever mention how much I love that kid in the red and white stripes? Proud Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScvqvypsLgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/5ablKLX_624/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317601891812388354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScvqvypsLgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/5ablKLX_624/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/1531599495838931079-7102006132901870812?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/7102006132901870812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=7102006132901870812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/7102006132901870812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/7102006132901870812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/03/5th-grade-patriotic-program.html' title='5th GraDe PaTriOtIc PrOgrAm'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/Scvr-_hqlPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zqeK4jgKp_c/s72-c/DSC_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-3931166594367590739</id><published>2009-03-24T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:47:35.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coaching Basketball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScluHRlLzHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uBXR2Qj1FOY/s1600-h/bball10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316901906345086066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScluHRlLzHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uBXR2Qj1FOY/s320/bball10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh what can I say about church ball. We had a great time this year. Our team made it to regions and we played two games at region. We won our first game and lost our second. It was single elimination. Here is Katelyn shooting free throws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScluAP3kf1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/IxNS8kALZMc/s1600-h/bball6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316901785626246994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScluAP3kf1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/IxNS8kALZMc/s320/bball6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We played a team called the Smileys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScltsCv1QfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1GOEHhCqPNw/s1600-h/bball5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316901438506746354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScltsCv1QfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1GOEHhCqPNw/s320/bball5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Katelyn moving the ball down court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SclthmdHJxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MEhGBAYnub0/s1600-h/bball8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316901259113342738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SclthmdHJxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MEhGBAYnub0/s320/bball8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't I look so enthusiastic? I have to admit, this game was boring! The final score was 4 to 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScltZHHu30I/AAAAAAAAAJs/-bI1mfqaJkM/s1600-h/bball7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316901113263218498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScltZHHu30I/AAAAAAAAAJs/-bI1mfqaJkM/s320/bball7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here goes Kendall full speed down the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScltSeOp8gI/AAAAAAAAAJk/BwY1ikGgtkg/s1600-h/bball11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316900999207186946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScltSeOp8gI/AAAAAAAAAJk/BwY1ikGgtkg/s320/bball11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are laughing at ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScltKijLxJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9rUdJCviuxs/s1600-h/bball3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316900862928077970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScltKijLxJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9rUdJCviuxs/s320/bball3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel at the Line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScltCjGSNsI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cJA6dCZaRgI/s1600-h/bball9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316900725636347586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScltCjGSNsI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cJA6dCZaRgI/s320/bball9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a great time coaching, but I already know what I will do differently next year. The girls are awesome and I loved being able to be around them. They make you feel young again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/1531599495838931079-3931166594367590739?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/3931166594367590739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=3931166594367590739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/3931166594367590739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/3931166594367590739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/03/coaching-basketball.html' title='Coaching Basketball'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScluHRlLzHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uBXR2Qj1FOY/s72-c/bball10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-5408165180262819014</id><published>2009-03-19T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:45:31.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Boredom sets in Make COOKIES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScLGh_RPclI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gASacFNoBSI/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315028797472338514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScLGh_RPclI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gASacFNoBSI/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Kylie and I were Extremely bored today, after being in the house for two weeks straight fighting off sickness, we decided we had enough. We were watching a TV show when Kylie turned to me and said "Let's make cookies!" She poured in all the ingredients and she even broke her first egg. She was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScLGQiMkQtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Tm7p2uzLB2Q/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315028497610326738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScLGQiMkQtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Tm7p2uzLB2Q/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every great cook needs to taste what they made before they serve it to others, plus who DOESN"T like cookie dough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScLGB-9tiNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/EzT8p_Ypz-8/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315028247634610386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScLGB-9tiNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/EzT8p_Ypz-8/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She even scooped the dough out onto the cookie sheet. She was having a great time and did not want my help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScLF1Z8lFXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tjth0E6-sec/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315028031539320178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScLF1Z8lFXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tjth0E6-sec/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScLFl7tI7yI/AAAAAAAAAIs/c4kWYgxBrKY/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315027765723459362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScLFl7tI7yI/AAAAAAAAAIs/c4kWYgxBrKY/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READY FOR THE OVEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScLFVKZIuEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Gmp6KkWD3iI/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315027477608314946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScLFVKZIuEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Gmp6KkWD3iI/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScLFFJBVd9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/KTVmlPFCA9c/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315027202362144722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScLFFJBVd9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/KTVmlPFCA9c/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The FINISHED PRODUCT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScLEveY8shI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MQR_0gn9IOI/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315026830141207058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScLEveY8shI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MQR_0gn9IOI/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Adorable messy GiRl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After baking we had to pick up carpool from the Middle School, so Kylie decided that she wanted to take cookies to the kids for an after school snack. They LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-5408165180262819014?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/5408165180262819014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=5408165180262819014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/5408165180262819014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/5408165180262819014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-boredom-sets-in-make-cookies.html' title='When Boredom sets in Make COOKIES!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/ScLGh_RPclI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gASacFNoBSI/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-8934270576815607141</id><published>2009-02-18T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:52:00.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SZwp3YrO4ZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Vk7HtiZdt-A/s1600-h/100_4484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304160492628926866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SZwp3YrO4ZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Vk7HtiZdt-A/s320/100_4484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dear, sweet Grandma passed away on February 3, 2009. She was 87 years old and died of cancer. I was listening to a song by Josh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Groban&lt;/span&gt; today and it made me think of her. She was such a special part of my life, especially as an adult I felt I grew close to her. I remember going to visit her and my grandpa as a child. We went quite often and that is where we got to see our cousins and hang out. I remember putting pennies on the railroad tracks by her house, so that the train could smash them. I also looked forward to going to my grandma's house as a kid because that meant we got to go spend a dollar at the penny candy store. We could get a whole bag of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Candy&lt;/span&gt; for just $1.00. Exciting stuff for a little kid. I also loved to go down to the dam and go fishing or just take walks. We had a great time when we went to grandma's house. My grandma moved in with my parents after her husband Fred died. I got the opportunity to have some late night talks with her. She had a very special bond with my daughter Kylie. Kylie would have great grandma chasing her around the house playing tag or hide and go seek. She would want her great grandma to hold her and rock her. When great grandma was around she didn't want anything to do with me.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; New Years 2008, my grandma stayed up with us until about 1:00 am and she was chasing Kylie through the house all night. She had such an amazing sweet spirit. She showed me how important the gospel was to her by attending the temple and church regardless of how she was feeling. I love you Grandma and I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SZwpfql8EqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/72_VuHYMyIo/s1600-h/100_4446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304160085121700514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SZwpfql8EqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/72_VuHYMyIo/s320/100_4446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SZwpS1xBcLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/FC-oO2wtEOA/s1600-h/100_4550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304159864782680242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SZwpS1xBcLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/FC-oO2wtEOA/s320/100_4550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SZwpBopuv2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/RuOVSqX2jik/s1600-h/100_4544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304159569204658018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SZwpBopuv2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/RuOVSqX2jik/s320/100_4544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1531599495838931079-8934270576815607141?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/8934270576815607141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=8934270576815607141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/8934270576815607141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/8934270576815607141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/02/remembering-grandma.html' title='Remembering Grandma'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SZwp3YrO4ZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Vk7HtiZdt-A/s72-c/100_4484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-4852071367590053496</id><published>2009-02-04T17:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:39:16.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SYpCJMOigAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fQ9Ax4QAZXU/s1600-h/DSC_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299120637223272450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SYpCJMOigAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fQ9Ax4QAZXU/s320/DSC_0226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson got his "Star Student" award this week. He recieved it for changing a big assignment to a new one at the last minute. His teachers were panicing about filling a certain assignment and asked for volunteers. Carson was the first one to step up and say he would do it. They appreciated his willingness to step up and work with new people. He is a good kid.&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/1531599495838931079-4852071367590053496?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/4852071367590053496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=4852071367590053496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4852071367590053496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4852071367590053496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/02/star-student.html' title='Star Student'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SYpCJMOigAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fQ9Ax4QAZXU/s72-c/DSC_0226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-7374796220054775613</id><published>2009-01-28T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:58:54.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreaded DENTIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SYE0XMEia-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/0sU4tUjpMsw/s1600-h/DSC_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296572209746308066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SYE0XMEia-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/0sU4tUjpMsw/s320/DSC_0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Corbin pointing at the tooth(I mean space where a tooth used to be) he had to have pulled today. We thought we were just going in for a crown, but as soon as the dentist looked at it he said "oh no that's going to have to come out." I had to read all the terrible things that COULD happen from pulling a tooth and sign my consent to possibly have Corbin never feel his face again or bleed to death. Those dumb consent forms scare you to death, anyway I waited in the waiting room because my kids react more dramatic if I am around. I was sitting there for about ten minutes when I hear a scream come from the back. I could tell it was Corbin. I jumped up and the receptionist jumped up to see if he was OK. He was fine, but scared to death. I guess you feel a lot of pressure when they pull a tooth and that freaked him out. He walked out and had a mouth full of gauze with blood all over it. He was moaning and was not too happy. When we got home we were reading over the care instructions and he was upset that he couldn't drink out of a straw. I love straws he said. He cracks me up. He is all better now and feels like a new man. He has brushed his teeth about three times today. I know he never wants to do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SYEzgSQjWGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ADafkj_3YAI/s1600-h/DSC_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296571266514507874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SYEzgSQjWGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ADafkj_3YAI/s320/DSC_0223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They gave him his rotten tooth in a little treasure chest. He thinks it's pretty cool and tries to gross people out with it. He asked if he had to give it to the tooth fairy. He thinks she comes automatically and will take your tooth whether it's under your pillow or not. It's funny the things they come up with on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SYEyfqiJS8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/RlHzXQYuKQI/s1600-h/DSC_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296570156339252162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SYEyfqiJS8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/RlHzXQYuKQI/s320/DSC_0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the tooth he had to have pulled. He was bleeding like crazy for about 20 minutes. He was very grouchy afterwards, Image that! This was a very good lesson about personal hygiene though. I told him that is why we brush twice a day and floss everyday. He does NOT want to have this happen again. I think it was a little tramatic, but he got over it real quick. He has to go back in 2 weeks to have a spacer put in.  Hurray for the Dentist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-7374796220054775613?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/7374796220054775613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=7374796220054775613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/7374796220054775613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/7374796220054775613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreaded-dentist.html' title='The Dreaded DENTIST'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SYE0XMEia-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/0sU4tUjpMsw/s72-c/DSC_0222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-2208338507566950033</id><published>2008-12-28T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:39:26.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh6W_2HIII/AAAAAAAAAFs/eolSa2mpHiY/s1600-h/DSC_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285108698233380994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh6W_2HIII/AAAAAAAAAFs/eolSa2mpHiY/s320/DSC_0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylie was so fun to watch this year. She had so much fun opening presents. She got so excited over the smallest things. She adds to all the fun with her sweet little spirit. She kept telling me that she saw me kissing Santa Clause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh6KVr8BzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/w03woocWBLQ/s1600-h/DSC_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285108480757991218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh6KVr8BzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/w03woocWBLQ/s320/DSC_0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaleb is growing up too fast, but it is still so enjoyable to watch him open gifts. He was very happy this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh57v7G9xI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zcTZz5Y_ZRA/s1600-h/DSC_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285108230102906642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh57v7G9xI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zcTZz5Y_ZRA/s320/DSC_0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylie was trying to show me how big her present was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh5khym6cI/AAAAAAAAAFU/KoX_DSnpmJE/s1600-h/DSC_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285107831172164034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh5khym6cI/AAAAAAAAAFU/KoX_DSnpmJE/s320/DSC_0202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Rocker son got his first electric guitar for Christmas this year. He doesn't really know how to play but he can pick up songs fast. He knows how to play Come Come Ye Saints on the Acoustic guitar, but I don't know if that would sound good on the electric. Maybe some rock songs would be fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh5X1V1GMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wjjfKLmKSDA/s1600-h/DSC_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285107613081868482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh5X1V1GMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wjjfKLmKSDA/s320/DSC_0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corbin is halarious. He wanted these Eye Clops Night vision goggles for Christmas. They are really cool, but look geeky on. They like to play hide and go seek in the dark basement with these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh5K7zceoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XAfk3ptojjw/s1600-h/DSC_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285107391478397570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh5K7zceoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XAfk3ptojjw/s320/DSC_0207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the boys got bikes for Christmas this year. Here is Carson posing in front of his, while holding his new socks. We had a great morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh4-NPmLbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IhbvkDhV23k/s1600-h/DSC_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285107172821577138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh4-NPmLbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IhbvkDhV23k/s320/DSC_0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Kylie playing with one of her new toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh4uNz65QI/AAAAAAAAAE0/DDa8mFZNFYQ/s1600-h/DSC_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285106898096022786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh4uNz65QI/AAAAAAAAAE0/DDa8mFZNFYQ/s320/DSC_0212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the mess after they were done opening everthing. It took us a couple days to get cleaned back up. Fun times, fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-2208338507566950033?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/2208338507566950033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=2208338507566950033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/2208338507566950033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/2208338507566950033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh6W_2HIII/AAAAAAAAAFs/eolSa2mpHiY/s72-c/DSC_0203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-6214651969676832919</id><published>2008-12-28T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:11:06.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carson turns 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh1_bbhN5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Q4uoolYSrPc/s1600-h/DSC_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285103895274665874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh1_bbhN5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Q4uoolYSrPc/s320/DSC_0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson is now the big 11!  We celebrated on his birthday with grandma and grandpa coming over for cake and ice cream.  Just a simple get together.  He later went with a friend to Classic Fun Center to celebrate a little more.  We are so glad that he was sent to our family.  He is the life of the party, and our goof ball.  He is also the Lucky one in the family.  He always finds money on the ground and he seems to win things alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh1ul8CDtI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qV237UCjwyE/s1600-h/DSC_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285103606037614290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh1ul8CDtI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qV237UCjwyE/s320/DSC_0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is his BYU birthday cake.  I made it for him.  He loved it! (Those are his exact words.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh1Q6TimvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/u7sSelw-Roo/s1600-h/DSC_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285103096108849906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh1Q6TimvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/u7sSelw-Roo/s320/DSC_0189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the birthday boy blowing out his candles.  He probably wished for a million dollars, and knowing his luck maybe he'll find it on the ground.  Happy birthday Carson.  We love you the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-6214651969676832919?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/6214651969676832919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=6214651969676832919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/6214651969676832919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/6214651969676832919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2008/12/carson-turns-11.html' title='Carson turns 11'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SVh1_bbhN5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Q4uoolYSrPc/s72-c/DSC_0185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-8033877216018659563</id><published>2008-12-15T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:22:36.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smarty Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SUco_IHW4DI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yZJZFUWNuNU/s1600-h/DSC_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280234153090408498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SUco_IHW4DI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yZJZFUWNuNU/s320/DSC_0183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaleb made the Honor roll! Hurray it looks like we a smarty pants on our hands. This is his first year in middle school (7th grade)and he brought home a 3.76 GPA. He just keeps taking after his mom! We are really proud of him. Good Job Kaleb, keep up the good work. It took some pleading to get this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SUcouWJq6TI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9xXNwYbFxNQ/s1600-h/DSC_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280233864800430386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SUcouWJq6TI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9xXNwYbFxNQ/s320/DSC_0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-8033877216018659563?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/8033877216018659563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=8033877216018659563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/8033877216018659563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/8033877216018659563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2008/12/smarty-pants.html' title='Smarty Pants'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SUco_IHW4DI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yZJZFUWNuNU/s72-c/DSC_0183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-4158682467861140904</id><published>2008-11-02T09:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:50:56.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweenie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SQ3oIWKt8jI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-tD0iKIZFBg/s1600-h/11-2-2008+109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SQ3oIWKt8jI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-tD0iKIZFBg/s320/11-2-2008+109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264118769553109554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the gang just before they headed out for trick or treating.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SQ3nfuT9OUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hhaBOnfuNb0/s1600-h/11-2-2008+110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SQ3nfuT9OUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hhaBOnfuNb0/s320/11-2-2008+110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264118071659673922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our little GEEK and our BYU fan.  Carson even showed us how to run like a geek.  He was halarious.  He reminded me of Nepolieon Dynomite.  He made me laugh for a few minutes.  Kaleb made sure he hit all the Utah Ute houses to show off his blue pride.  We had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SQ3mj_J7qtI/AAAAAAAAADs/rwohrEm7xR8/s1600-h/11-2-2008+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SQ3mj_J7qtI/AAAAAAAAADs/rwohrEm7xR8/s320/11-2-2008+111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264117045388880594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie was a Care Bear on Halloween night.  She was going to be Cinderella but she changed her mind at the last minute to the care bear costume.  We even got up on Halloween morning and put curlers in her hair for her Cinderella costume.  Our neighbor brought over the Care Bear costume that day and Kylie was sold.  She was cute either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SQ3lijw3HvI/AAAAAAAAADk/JYzu0aUPHlE/s1600-h/11-2-2008+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SQ3lijw3HvI/AAAAAAAAADk/JYzu0aUPHlE/s320/11-2-2008+112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264115921344470770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corbin would have just dressed up as himself this year if he could of got away with it.  He decided to just paint his face and wear an old scream costume that we had.  The make up only lasted for about an hour an then he ended up wiping it off.  He also got tired out early this year.  We were trick or treating and he decided to go home around 7:30.  He got plenty of candy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SQ3k-qt4-CI/AAAAAAAAADc/s39VUaXeKhg/s1600-h/11-2-2008+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SQ3k-qt4-CI/AAAAAAAAADc/s39VUaXeKhg/s320/11-2-2008+099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264115304735766562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our little Jack Jack dressed up for Halloween in his Hot Dog costume.  He even stole a Twix from one of the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-4158682467861140904?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/4158682467861140904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=4158682467861140904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4158682467861140904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4158682467861140904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloweenie.html' title='Halloweenie'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SQ3oIWKt8jI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-tD0iKIZFBg/s72-c/11-2-2008+109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-1641202776869717479</id><published>2008-10-21T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:51:14.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacon anyone?</title><content type='html'>David and I went to lunch with Kylie today. Kylie and I were sharing a mixed breakfast burrito and she pulled a piece of bacon out of it and asked me what it was. I said it's bacon and then added that it was a pig she was eating. She immediately pulled it out of her mouth and started to freak out. She was saying it's not a pig, it's not a pig. Just to stop her from freaking out I said OK it's just bacon. That calmed her down and she continued to eat the bacon. I then decided to ask her where chicken came from and she turned to us and said CARL'S JR. I think the things they say are so funny. I may have a vegetarian on my hands one of these days. She obviously does not like the thought of eating an animal. I guess we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-1641202776869717479?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/1641202776869717479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=1641202776869717479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/1641202776869717479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/1641202776869717479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2008/10/bacon-anyone.html' title='Bacon anyone?'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-4638718042312220712</id><published>2008-10-16T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T07:24:32.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Football - Carson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPdKmbowVOI/AAAAAAAAADU/hl_lHVaU8dk/s1600-h/Kylie+Joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPdKmbowVOI/AAAAAAAAADU/hl_lHVaU8dk/s320/Kylie+Joy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257753114092524770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie felt like she needed to get in on the action of football too.  She loves to try on their equipment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPdKaVa2NdI/AAAAAAAAADM/nWum87mxNaU/s1600-h/CarsonFootball2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPdKaVa2NdI/AAAAAAAAADM/nWum87mxNaU/s320/CarsonFootball2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257752906265146834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Carson going for the tackle.  He plays Outside Line backer when he is on defense.  He has taken several kids out of the game this season from his hard hits.  I love to watch him play.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPdKKn88waI/AAAAAAAAADE/6gwyhN4Ai9s/s1600-h/CarsonFootball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPdKKn88waI/AAAAAAAAADE/6gwyhN4Ai9s/s320/CarsonFootball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257752636362113442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Carson on Offense, running the ball.  He plays running back and tail back for his team.  He has shown alot of improvement this year.  We are proud of him regardless of their 0-7 season so far.  He picked #36 this year because he wanted the same number as Brian Westbrook of the Eagles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-4638718042312220712?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/4638718042312220712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=4638718042312220712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4638718042312220712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4638718042312220712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-football-carson.html' title='More Football - Carson'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPdKmbowVOI/AAAAAAAAADU/hl_lHVaU8dk/s72-c/Kylie+Joy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-2905200218356479006</id><published>2008-10-14T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T07:36:37.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaleb- West Jordan Jaguar Football 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPTVWf0-mcI/AAAAAAAAACU/RHMAJaKw6L8/s1600-h/9-28-2008+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257061247525755330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPTVWf0-mcI/AAAAAAAAACU/RHMAJaKw6L8/s320/9-28-2008+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kaleb started football for the 2008 season in July. We have been eating, breathing, sleeping football. We started out at 5 practices a week and then when school started they dropped to 3 a week, with a game every Saturday. It is very time consuming, but I love to watch them play.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPTVHcBULnI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZhaBdQHP1oA/s1600-h/9-28-2008+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257060988805721714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPTVHcBULnI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZhaBdQHP1oA/s320/9-28-2008+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kaleb is known as "Young Lati" on his team. His head coach started that. I have even been called Mrs. Lati on a couple occasions. Kaleb plays running back, full back, and tight end when he is on offense, and plays outside linebacker on defense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPTUpJGiY4I/AAAAAAAAACE/8Rz4BkK_pJo/s1600-h/9-28-2008+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257060468331275138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPTUpJGiY4I/AAAAAAAAACE/8Rz4BkK_pJo/s320/9-28-2008+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Coming off the field while playing Viewmont. We won this game, but we have had a rough season so far. We are 2 and 5 for the season so far. 2 more games to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPTUilLDVyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/i6kggvJAaHQ/s1600-h/9-28-2008+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257060355607320354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPTUilLDVyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/i6kggvJAaHQ/s320/9-28-2008+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kaleb hanging out with his team mates at halftime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Carson is playing too, but I don't have any pictures yet to post for him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-2905200218356479006?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/2905200218356479006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=2905200218356479006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/2905200218356479006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/2905200218356479006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2008/10/kaleb-west-jordan-jaguar-football-2008.html' title='Kaleb- West Jordan Jaguar Football 2008'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPTVWf0-mcI/AAAAAAAAACU/RHMAJaKw6L8/s72-c/9-28-2008+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-688571838853736915</id><published>2008-10-14T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:39:30.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPS7l4I41tI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WKMdeSR--tE/s1600-h/Fall+Festival+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257032924447430354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPS7l4I41tI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WKMdeSR--tE/s320/Fall+Festival+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Sitting in the pumpkin patch, toys and candy in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPS7W4k7a6I/AAAAAAAAABs/b-2p_kHciHs/s1600-h/Fall+Festival+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257032666867002274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPS7W4k7a6I/AAAAAAAAABs/b-2p_kHciHs/s320/Fall+Festival+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kylie is working her way through the straw maze. She went through it about 10 times and would run from me when I said it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPS7Jnkn4qI/AAAAAAAAABk/io_ncnjOhF8/s1600-h/Fall+Festival+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257032438964019874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPS7Jnkn4qI/AAAAAAAAABk/io_ncnjOhF8/s320/Fall+Festival+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Kylie getting her face painted. She asked for pumpkins to be on her face with sparkles. I was impressed by the end result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPS7AJXqeDI/AAAAAAAAABc/fKNLODPln8w/s1600-h/Fall+Festival+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257032276237776946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPS7AJXqeDI/AAAAAAAAABc/fKNLODPln8w/s320/Fall+Festival+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Corbin also had some face painting done. Doesn't he look SCARY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPS6xdNyqHI/AAAAAAAAABU/HvmYcG8QOeo/s1600-h/Fall+Festival+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257032023867041906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPS6xdNyqHI/AAAAAAAAABU/HvmYcG8QOeo/s320/Fall+Festival+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Kylie showing off her face painting, while Chucka grandma holds her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-688571838853736915?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/688571838853736915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=688571838853736915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/688571838853736915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/688571838853736915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-festival.html' title='Fall Festival'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPS7l4I41tI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WKMdeSR--tE/s72-c/Fall+Festival+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-2706552195464049764</id><published>2008-10-14T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:29:20.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corbin's Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPS15xhsL-I/AAAAAAAAABM/aAawaR-yNXo/s1600-h/9-28-2008+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257026669200027618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPS15xhsL-I/AAAAAAAAABM/aAawaR-yNXo/s320/9-28-2008+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; We made an invitation with our camera, computer, and photo printer. It turned out pretty dang cute if I do say so myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPS1TtDOARI/AAAAAAAAABE/K99ndEYbi98/s1600-h/9-28-2008+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257026015163449618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPS1TtDOARI/AAAAAAAAABE/K99ndEYbi98/s320/9-28-2008+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Neal came down from Idaho for Corbin's special day. We always love to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPS1JIA2l8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/LAjtaMHTu9o/s1600-h/9-28-2008+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257025833422723010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPS1JIA2l8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/LAjtaMHTu9o/s320/9-28-2008+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Corbin was so excited to finally be getting baptized. He looked so great in his white clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPS08PC79FI/AAAAAAAAAA0/owJ4dUk8wek/s1600-h/9-28-2008+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257025611972211794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPS08PC79FI/AAAAAAAAAA0/owJ4dUk8wek/s320/9-28-2008+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;David and I are so proud of Corbin and the big kid he is becoming. He is such a special part of our family. We love you Corbin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-2706552195464049764?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/2706552195464049764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=2706552195464049764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/2706552195464049764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/2706552195464049764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2008/10/corbins-baptism.html' title='Corbin&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPS15xhsL-I/AAAAAAAAABM/aAawaR-yNXo/s72-c/9-28-2008+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531599495838931079.post-4501619884792022232</id><published>2008-10-13T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:20:01.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corbin's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPQgrFx_fFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HB3cJChuXQk/s1600-h/9-28-2008+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256862589706533970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPQgrFx_fFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HB3cJChuXQk/s320/9-28-2008+097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Me taking a rest at the bottom of the slide. You work up quite a sweat chasing thirteen children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPQfM19PzBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/btLt7WbLsdA/s1600-h/9-28-2008+124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256860970551069714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPQfM19PzBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/btLt7WbLsdA/s320/9-28-2008+124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Gang having a great time at the party. They were fun to watch. They played tag for about 2 hours. They were all sweating like crazy and I think all of us left with at least one burn from the giant slide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPQeY68ExII/AAAAAAAAAAc/C9ZDQJhM-7s/s1600-h/9-28-2008+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256860078535132290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPQeY68ExII/AAAAAAAAAAc/C9ZDQJhM-7s/s320/9-28-2008+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blowing out the candles. It's kind of sad to see them grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPQeDno4tDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1pDNDUOfjxA/s1600-h/9-28-2008+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256859712577123378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPQeDno4tDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1pDNDUOfjxA/s320/9-28-2008+100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; David flying down the slide. Nice Buns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPQcQF0xAfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1fxAsbNDblk/s1600-h/9-28-2008+166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256857727815188978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPQcQF0xAfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1fxAsbNDblk/s320/9-28-2008+166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Corbin turned 8 this year and we had a blast playing at Bouncin Off the Walls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id40"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id41"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id42"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1531599495838931079-4501619884792022232?l=jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/feeds/4501619884792022232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1531599495838931079&amp;postID=4501619884792022232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4501619884792022232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1531599495838931079/posts/default/4501619884792022232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieanddavidlati.blogspot.com/2008/10/corbins-birthday-baptism.html' title='Corbin&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323882084575210611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SsAj-z5UvhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_yggNczai54/S220/dsc03234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7V5bvBbymg/SPQgrFx_fFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HB3cJChuXQk/s72-c/9-28-2008+097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
