<?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-7633648658926879861</id><updated>2011-09-16T00:08:08.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedersen Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Kjell, Sarah, Drew, Chaz, and Nate</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-7837566235839123356</id><published>2010-08-24T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T17:12:29.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaz's First Day of Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Chaz started preschool on August 16th and he loves it. The week before when Drew had gone back to school Chaz complained everyday that his preschool hadn't started yet. He doesn't have school on Fridays so last week when he was home and not getting ready to go he argued with Kjell telling him "No you're wrong dad, I do have preschool today, I really, really do dad". That kid I tell you has a mouth on him and he is barely three... any suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/THWbb-zj1sI/AAAAAAAAA50/L6ewGvKpw_I/s1600/DSC02184.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/THWbb-zj1sI/AAAAAAAAA50/L6ewGvKpw_I/s320/DSC02184.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509480624175699650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/THWba5YvZyI/AAAAAAAAA5s/ppjrm0gJoIo/s1600/DSC02181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/THWba5YvZyI/AAAAAAAAA5s/ppjrm0gJoIo/s320/DSC02181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509480605541164834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chaz's&lt;/span&gt; preschool teacher takes pictures of all the kids during class of what they are doing and posts them on their class blog. Here are a few from his first week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/THWZd-jl9jI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xGVaQMjG138/s1600/P1010015.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/THWZd-jl9jI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xGVaQMjG138/s320/P1010015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509478459445212722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/THWt0WRJRyI/AAAAAAAAA6E/FNfekLfUYYw/s320/P1010011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509500833999963938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-7837566235839123356?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7837566235839123356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=7837566235839123356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/7837566235839123356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/7837566235839123356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2010/08/chazs-first-day-of-preschool.html' title='Chaz&apos;s First Day of Preschool'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/THWbb-zj1sI/AAAAAAAAA50/L6ewGvKpw_I/s72-c/DSC02184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-3639124185070427465</id><published>2010-08-24T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T15:54:21.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drew's First Day of First Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Drew started school this year on August 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. So early, I feel like the weather should be cooling down because it's fall and school has started but it's not it's 102 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forecasted&lt;/span&gt; to be 108 tomorrow. Drew is doing great though. He has made the adjustment to all day school better than I thought he would. As a kid I remember always needing a nap the first few weeks after school started. Not Drew he still looks for ways to stay up past his bedtime. He is having fun with his friends and new teacher. I miss him and find my days have been really short, especially when I am driving the carpool. By the time I get home it's time to start dinner where as last year I had a few hours to relax when we got home. My mornings fly by with both boys gone (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; started preschool! more to come on that later). I hope his behavior stays as good as it has been the last 2 weeks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/THRM--MjHyI/AAAAAAAAA5U/zf4iWyaoJAM/s1600/IMG_0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/THRM--MjHyI/AAAAAAAAA5U/zf4iWyaoJAM/s320/IMG_0106.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509112888912191266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/THRM-D4HhsI/AAAAAAAAA5M/hrKkXSdtdmU/s1600/IMG_0105.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/THRM-D4HhsI/AAAAAAAAA5M/hrKkXSdtdmU/s320/IMG_0105.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509112873257240258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't find my camera so the cell phone pictures aren't the best quality but at least I got some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-3639124185070427465?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3639124185070427465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=3639124185070427465&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3639124185070427465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3639124185070427465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2010/08/drews-first-day-of-first-grade.html' title='Drew&apos;s First Day of First Grade'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/THRM--MjHyI/AAAAAAAAA5U/zf4iWyaoJAM/s72-c/IMG_0106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-5857982776107869975</id><published>2009-08-06T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:17:16.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SntkCmP5_II/AAAAAAAAA5E/29s-knP7XoY/s1600-h/IMG_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366993376731856002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SntkCmP5_II/AAAAAAAAA5E/29s-knP7XoY/s320/IMG_0448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SntkB4o7OwI/AAAAAAAAA48/EddZ2JQiflc/s1600-h/IMG_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366993364488764162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SntkB4o7OwI/AAAAAAAAA48/EddZ2JQiflc/s320/IMG_0454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a party at my mom's house this year because most of my family and some of Kjell's were in town to help bless Nate the next day. It was a lot of fun spending time with Kjell's family who we rarely see. The food was good and the pool kept us cold. I had a lot of fun. We filled up every room in our house as well as my parents with all the family that was visiting. &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/7633648658926879861-5857982776107869975?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5857982776107869975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=5857982776107869975&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5857982776107869975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5857982776107869975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/4th-of-july.html' title='The 4th of July'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SntkCmP5_II/AAAAAAAAA5E/29s-knP7XoY/s72-c/IMG_0448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-8467046052644180456</id><published>2009-07-16T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:49:13.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nate 2 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/Sl_Weatqv-I/AAAAAAAAA4s/QCOZO-Jimws/s1600-h/DSC01545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359237899649466338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/Sl_Weatqv-I/AAAAAAAAA4s/QCOZO-Jimws/s320/DSC01545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a lot to catch up on like his blessing and the Fourth of July but I wanted to do this post first. Nate turned 2 months on Saturday and unfortunately were spent it in the hospital with him. On Wednesday evening he had a fever of 101 and then I noticed a rash. I called the Dr. and was told to take him to the Hospital. By the time we got there his temp was 102.7 and according to the nurses he didn't look good. They had to run a bunch of tests that are standard anytime a baby under 2 months comes into the hospital with a fever when the source is unknown, including a spinal tap. All the tests came back negative and so they told us he had a virus most likely but we had to stay a few days to wait for the cultures to grow. They came back negative as well. Nate was so fussy and such a different baby than he had been up to this point. We were finally released on Sunday and he has slowly returned to his old self. He is smiling and laughing again and sleeping 7 hours during the night. I am so glad he is himself again. I am also grateful for the support and calls from all our friends and family. Nate received a blessing in the E.R. and I am so glad to have the priesthood in my life. It was a big comfort to me when my mind would wonder with possibilities. I feel very fortunate that I live so close to family. My parents and sister took care of Drew and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; and I could be with Nate. The older boys didn't even care that we weren't with them they just wanted to know Nate was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/Sl_VcsYhPzI/AAAAAAAAA4c/qpm6C-wDo6E/s1600-h/DSC01551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359236770521235250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/Sl_VcsYhPzI/AAAAAAAAA4c/qpm6C-wDo6E/s320/DSC01551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Nate's 2 month check up he weighed 12 lbs 8oz and was 24 inches. He loves any attention from a smiling face. We love him so much and I can't believe he is already 2 months old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-8467046052644180456?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8467046052644180456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=8467046052644180456&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8467046052644180456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8467046052644180456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/nate-2-months.html' title='Nate 2 Months'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/Sl_Weatqv-I/AAAAAAAAA4s/QCOZO-Jimws/s72-c/DSC01545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-5910666407435742784</id><published>2009-07-05T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:19:03.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drew's 5th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SlEj_dGRPKI/AAAAAAAAA4M/Gqiph_s1f0Y/s1600-h/IMG_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355101004969884834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SlEj_dGRPKI/AAAAAAAAA4M/Gqiph_s1f0Y/s320/IMG_0333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyone who knows Drew or has spent time with him recently would know he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So what else would I do for his Birthday party? He has been telling me he wanted a Transformer Party since last year. Drew had some special guests this year because his cousins from Seattle and one from Half Moon Bay California got to help him celebrate. We also had some friends who were in town from Southern California. Drew had fun swimming and playing games but once he opened his gifts he went inside to play with them and I didn't see him the rest of the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SlEjkghuOpI/AAAAAAAAA4E/u1QJY3Zaifo/s1600-h/drew+5+party+and+nate+blessing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355100542033869458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SlEjkghuOpI/AAAAAAAAA4E/u1QJY3Zaifo/s320/drew+5+party+and+nate+blessing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe it has been five years since we had Drew. He is starting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kindergarden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the fall. I feel to young to have a child in school. I am sad because I know we won't be able to travel whenever, I have to worry about Drew missing school not just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; missing work, there will be homework and stricter bedtimes. I just love being a mom and I love being at home with my kids. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I are going to miss having Drew around during the mornings. So we will make the most of the rest of summer. We sure had fun celebrating Drew's 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-5910666407435742784?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5910666407435742784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=5910666407435742784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5910666407435742784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5910666407435742784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/drews-5th-birthday.html' title='Drew&apos;s 5th Birthday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SlEj_dGRPKI/AAAAAAAAA4M/Gqiph_s1f0Y/s72-c/IMG_0333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-8448819341237435649</id><published>2009-06-13T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:14:30.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T-BALL</title><content type='html'>Drew started T-Ball back in February. He played in an actual league this year, last year we went through the city and it was 5 games and 1 practice. This year he has practice once a week and his last game was 2 weeks ago. He's done much better this year with all if the different skills and likes getting into his uniform. At his last game he hit the ball so far it would have been a home run if they counted runs. He has also gotten a lot better at playing in the outfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SjROI9GDrzI/AAAAAAAAA38/vXQ6OSaIgCk/s1600-h/DSC01396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346984573341511474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SjROI9GDrzI/AAAAAAAAA38/vXQ6OSaIgCk/s320/DSC01396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SjROIqn837I/AAAAAAAAA30/AE8VGF3DDRM/s1600-h/DSC01395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346984568383397810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SjROIqn837I/AAAAAAAAA30/AE8VGF3DDRM/s320/DSC01395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has been especially fun for me because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; has been helping as an assistant coach for the team. I have really enjoyed watching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; with some of the other kids on the team. I know he is good with our own kids but to see him take an interest in others and watch how patient and good he was with them was a new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday night was the team party and the coach organized it so that it was at the Fresno Grizzlies Game. They are a Triple A team for the San &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Fransisco&lt;/span&gt; Giants. The kids got to run on the field with the players before the game. It was a lot of fun, the weather was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SjRNULdBsRI/AAAAAAAAA3s/8aLUmsIpxZA/s1600-h/DSC01404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346983666662879506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SjRNULdBsRI/AAAAAAAAA3s/8aLUmsIpxZA/s320/DSC01404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SjRNT1E19UI/AAAAAAAAA3k/7xfxnDZQTXg/s1600-h/DSC01403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346983660655867202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SjRNT1E19UI/AAAAAAAAA3k/7xfxnDZQTXg/s320/DSC01403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7633648658926879861-8448819341237435649?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8448819341237435649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=8448819341237435649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8448819341237435649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8448819341237435649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/t-ball.html' title='T-BALL'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SjROI9GDrzI/AAAAAAAAA38/vXQ6OSaIgCk/s72-c/DSC01396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-5101652904670501525</id><published>2009-06-11T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:30:07.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nate 1 Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SjHIduOj7BI/AAAAAAAAA3M/mBEbHqpEFGQ/s1600-h/IMG_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346274645616356370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SjHIduOj7BI/AAAAAAAAA3M/mBEbHqpEFGQ/s320/IMG_0305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SjHIdY9eQ_I/AAAAAAAAA3E/lVCZHM1IR7U/s1600-h/IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346274639907537906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SjHIdY9eQ_I/AAAAAAAAA3E/lVCZHM1IR7U/s320/IMG_0324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SjHIdKs80sI/AAAAAAAAA28/QWZ_vY03V6Y/s1600-h/IMG_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346274636080140994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SjHIdKs80sI/AAAAAAAAA28/QWZ_vY03V6Y/s320/IMG_0300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate's a month old today, I can't believe it. With each child the time seams to go by faster. This month really has gone by so fast. He is starting to spend more time awake and sleeping longer at night. He doesn't like to be in the swing yet but loves to sleep on his tummy... I know I am not supposed to let him but I do. Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; love to hold him, for about 2 seconds, and like to talk to him when he has his eyes open. He has been pretty easy for me, hardly fussy at all. He has gained at least 2 lbs. and I think that many inches too but we will see at his Dr. appointment on Monday. My recovery has been good. I haven't been in as much pain as I was with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; and I haven't been as tired. (Maybe because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; wanted to eat every 2 hours). Mostly I feel really glad to not be pregnant anymore which is new to me because I didn't mind it so much the first 2 times. With Nate though I was more tired pregnant than I am now and more uncomfortable. I did get sick this last week but so far Nate hasn't shown any symptoms. I am still waiting for that first smile while he is awake, so far we have only seen it while he has been asleep. I am so glad Nate is here and doing so well.&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/7633648658926879861-5101652904670501525?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5101652904670501525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=5101652904670501525&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5101652904670501525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5101652904670501525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/nate-1-month.html' title='Nate 1 Month'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SjHIduOj7BI/AAAAAAAAA3M/mBEbHqpEFGQ/s72-c/IMG_0305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-2576743840254660337</id><published>2009-06-01T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:17:58.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts From Nana and Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SiWIG_GDGDI/AAAAAAAAA2s/HSP51Bskt6c/s1600-h/DSC01284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342826186542356530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SiWIG_GDGDI/AAAAAAAAA2s/HSP51Bskt6c/s320/DSC01284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SiWHiMbQqhI/AAAAAAAAA2k/CacHGIwVqac/s1600-h/chaz+second+birthday+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342825554465827346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SiWHiMbQqhI/AAAAAAAAA2k/CacHGIwVqac/s320/chaz+second+birthday+057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SiWHhm_7MTI/AAAAAAAAA2c/B6IjRbp2R9E/s1600-h/chaz+second+birthday+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342825544419062066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SiWHhm_7MTI/AAAAAAAAA2c/B6IjRbp2R9E/s320/chaz+second+birthday+052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kjell's&lt;/span&gt; parents are always really good about sending packages for birthdays and Christmas and my kids love getting them! I love to watch them open the gifts inside and even though it was for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chaz's&lt;/span&gt; birthday there was stuff in the package for Drew, me, and Nate. We all love the gifts and appreciate all the trouble Ann goes to. I got a sling that my sister-in-law Julie made for me. She sells them starting at $25 from her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt; Shop &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6819066&amp;amp;ga_search_query=JosieMichelle&amp;amp;ga_search_type=seller_usernames"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JosieMichelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I wore it to Drew's t-ball game yesterday and it was really comfortable and Nate just slept the whole time snuggled up next to me. Mine is Green and Brown and it's reversible!&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/7633648658926879861-2576743840254660337?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2576743840254660337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=2576743840254660337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2576743840254660337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2576743840254660337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/presents-from-nana-and-papa.html' title='Gifts From Nana and Papa'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SiWIG_GDGDI/AAAAAAAAA2s/HSP51Bskt6c/s72-c/DSC01284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-1948983247105118161</id><published>2009-05-31T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T12:28:13.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SiLZ0NVGGFI/AAAAAAAAA2M/M7Jfmd2RJHk/s1600-h/_MG_1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342071598969395282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SiLZ0NVGGFI/AAAAAAAAA2M/M7Jfmd2RJHk/s320/_MG_1476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SiLZznHo9JI/AAAAAAAAA2E/ycuSOC2wcZI/s1600-h/_MG_1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342071588712412306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SiLZznHo9JI/AAAAAAAAA2E/ycuSOC2wcZI/s320/_MG_1443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SiLZzYBiR8I/AAAAAAAAA18/xen73rHq4lk/s1600-h/_MG_1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342071584660277186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SiLZzYBiR8I/AAAAAAAAA18/xen73rHq4lk/s320/_MG_1402.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/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SiLZy5V57QI/AAAAAAAAA10/4yijU1nT-I4/s1600-h/_MG_1345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342071576424213762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SiLZy5V57QI/AAAAAAAAA10/4yijU1nT-I4/s320/_MG_1345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a fun holiday weekend. I love three day weekends because I really enjoy having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; around an extra day and so do the kids. My brother Robbie and his wife came up from LA with her sister. We celebrated Ryan's birthday as a family on Saturday night and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chaz's&lt;/span&gt; on Sunday at my mom's. We had our family bar-b-Que Sunday because we knew Robbie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Laynie&lt;/span&gt; would have to leave pretty early Monday to beat traffic going home. We spent the rest of the weekend hanging out, swimming, and we went to see Night At The Museum Monday. Drew loved the movie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; fell asleep 15 minutes into it (at least he's still free!). Nate did great sleeping the whole time. I am looking forward to the Forth Of July Weekend. We are blessing Nate that weekend and will have family and friends around, it should be fun.&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/7633648658926879861-1948983247105118161?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1948983247105118161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=1948983247105118161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/1948983247105118161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/1948983247105118161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SiLZ0NVGGFI/AAAAAAAAA2M/M7Jfmd2RJHk/s72-c/_MG_1476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-2807170783501904200</id><published>2009-05-21T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:28:58.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaz's B-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShX_qqyHTCI/AAAAAAAAA1s/DunYhAKzrYA/s1600-h/chaz+second+birthday+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338454041821662242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShX_qqyHTCI/AAAAAAAAA1s/DunYhAKzrYA/s320/chaz+second+birthday+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShX_qM1Yi7I/AAAAAAAAA1k/fHIIPmOXfTI/s1600-h/chaz+second+birthday+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338454033782311858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShX_qM1Yi7I/AAAAAAAAA1k/fHIIPmOXfTI/s320/chaz+second+birthday+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I took the boys to doughnuts for breakfast as per &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chaz's&lt;/span&gt; request to what do you want for breakfast. Than we took some sandwiches to the park and ate there while they played. My mom brought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; some Cotton Candy Ice Cream this afternoon. It's his and Drew's favorite but she only brought it for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; because she wanted him to feel special, luckily Drew was napping at the time and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; quickly devoured the evidence. I was going to let him skip his nap this but he crashed on the floor of my room, guess he's not so grown up yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-2807170783501904200?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2807170783501904200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=2807170783501904200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2807170783501904200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2807170783501904200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/chazs-b-day.html' title='Chaz&apos;s B-day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShX_qqyHTCI/AAAAAAAAA1s/DunYhAKzrYA/s72-c/chaz+second+birthday+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-8313304359432570464</id><published>2009-05-21T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:26:44.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaz's Second Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Today is Chaz's Second Birthday! I can't believe he is 2 already. He looks so grown up and is talking so much but I still think of him as my baby, yes even though I have a new one. A friend of mine has a boy a week older so yesterday we had a party for the two of them together. Our "mom's group" came over for lunch and a Dora Adventure. Chaz loves Dora, he calls the show Dodo and Boots. So we had the kids go on an adventure to find the piñata. I had a lot of fun and I think the kids did to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShX-eJRizRI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Rw4UsNu-tFk/s1600-h/chaz+second+birthday+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338452727156624658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShX-eJRizRI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Rw4UsNu-tFk/s320/chaz+second+birthday+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShX-d5iCqCI/AAAAAAAAA1U/WYyIuLGDls4/s1600-h/chaz+second+birthday+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338452722930853922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShX-d5iCqCI/AAAAAAAAA1U/WYyIuLGDls4/s320/chaz+second+birthday+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShX-dmZBM4I/AAAAAAAAA1M/wT3t76d4cPo/s1600-h/chaz+second+birthday+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338452717792736130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShX-dmZBM4I/AAAAAAAAA1M/wT3t76d4cPo/s320/chaz+second+birthday+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShX-dAOsb0I/AAAAAAAAA1E/fTVbTw6nhtU/s1600-h/chaz+second+birthday+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338452707548884802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShX-dAOsb0I/AAAAAAAAA1E/fTVbTw6nhtU/s320/chaz+second+birthday+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShX9rZPPE8I/AAAAAAAAA08/_yXA8EPmdVU/s1600-h/chaz+second+birthday+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338451855268582338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShX9rZPPE8I/AAAAAAAAA08/_yXA8EPmdVU/s320/chaz+second+birthday+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7633648658926879861-8313304359432570464?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8313304359432570464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=8313304359432570464&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8313304359432570464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8313304359432570464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/chazs-second-birthday-party.html' title='Chaz&apos;s Second Birthday Party'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShX-eJRizRI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Rw4UsNu-tFk/s72-c/chaz+second+birthday+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-1383629395818983075</id><published>2009-05-17T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:47:27.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nate's First Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShDLa7l2GGI/AAAAAAAAAz0/2t0hq5SL4Ik/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336989221967501410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShDLa7l2GGI/AAAAAAAAAz0/2t0hq5SL4Ik/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShDLapvxcFI/AAAAAAAAAzs/lvcg54IYO2E/s1600-h/IMG_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336989217177301074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShDLapvxcFI/AAAAAAAAAzs/lvcg54IYO2E/s320/IMG_0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShDLK6ROaZI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Un8-CUaFlYo/s1600-h/IMG_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336988946734672274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShDLK6ROaZI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Un8-CUaFlYo/s320/IMG_0220.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/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShDLKgmx4fI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Yua4lLFNsSo/s1600-h/IMG_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336988939845755378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShDLKgmx4fI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Yua4lLFNsSo/s320/IMG_0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShDKpNSwMxI/AAAAAAAAAzM/_Bk-aM8C4Tw/s1600-h/IMG_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336988367725802258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShDKpNSwMxI/AAAAAAAAAzM/_Bk-aM8C4Tw/s320/IMG_0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShDKo9YI7PI/AAAAAAAAAzE/wW6UMdApfJE/s1600-h/IMG_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336988363453426930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShDKo9YI7PI/AAAAAAAAAzE/wW6UMdApfJE/s320/IMG_0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShDKo9sPpbI/AAAAAAAAAy8/_2nbqBiNbn8/s1600-h/IMG_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336988363537753522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShDKo9sPpbI/AAAAAAAAAy8/_2nbqBiNbn8/s320/IMG_0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I have to say things have gone pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;smoothly this&lt;/span&gt; first week. It helps that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; has been able to be home most of the week and I have had tons of help from friends and family. I joke that I didn't see Drew most of the week as he was kept busy by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;play dates&lt;/span&gt;, preschool , and sleep-overs at my parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; had a difficult day on Thursday our first full day together. I came home from the hospital on Wednesday and the kids hadn't met Nate yet because the hospital wouldn't allow visitors under age 12 due to flu restrictions. They were able to visit me in the lobby of the hospital but Nate stayed up in our room with grandma. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; was good that first afternoon. Then Thursday he got upset about something and was so mad he started vomiting. Then the rest of the afternoon he was cranky. I took his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt; and he ended up having a low fever. So after fighting him to take Tylenol, which he usually begs for, he returned to his regular self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; had a ton of fun while I was away horse rides, staying up late, and movies who could complain? &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/7633648658926879861-1383629395818983075?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1383629395818983075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=1383629395818983075&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/1383629395818983075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/1383629395818983075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/nates-first-week.html' title='Nate&apos;s First Week'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ShDLa7l2GGI/AAAAAAAAAz0/2t0hq5SL4Ik/s72-c/IMG_0177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-585834024005678057</id><published>2009-05-12T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:28:51.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathaniel Cole Pedersen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SgtzbKuq6cI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Kqs2aAk5rjc/s1600-h/DSC01187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335485094124251586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SgtzbKuq6cI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Kqs2aAk5rjc/s320/DSC01187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/Sgtza0vNllI/AAAAAAAAAys/mYpOZxRK7dA/s1600-h/DSC01170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335485088220943954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/Sgtza0vNllI/AAAAAAAAAys/mYpOZxRK7dA/s320/DSC01170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some pictures of Nate, please excuse me for not making this post match the rest of Sarah's blog (this is Kjell, Sarah's still in the hospital)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate was born 5/11/2009 at 2:16, everything went really well and Sarah and the baby are doing great and are hoping to come home tomorrow afternoon.&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/7633648658926879861-585834024005678057?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/585834024005678057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=585834024005678057&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/585834024005678057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/585834024005678057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/nathaniel-cole-pedersen.html' title='Nathaniel Cole Pedersen'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SgtzbKuq6cI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Kqs2aAk5rjc/s72-c/DSC01187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-3484815110956238446</id><published>2009-05-10T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:49:41.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Here I am the night before...39 weeks!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334422948718661874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SgetaKwRUPI/AAAAAAAAAyM/t6vDSp_poOU/s320/halloween+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been a very emotional Mother's Day for me with the anticipation of our new arrival among other things happening in life I feel very blessed to be a mother and have the life I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was able to go out with the girls one last time before having the baby and after a movie they surprised me with some gifts. It was so thoughtful of them, I was shocked and surprised. It made me feel very loved by the friends I have made here. Maybe it's the hormones but I am so grateful to them for their thoughtfulness and generosity. They are all wonderful examples of Mothers to me. It was fun to share some of my concerns with them and receive advise as well as share stories. I see these women in their everyday lives and watch them with their children and I am constantly humbled by what great parents they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to have many sisters and sister-n-laws who are also wonderful examples and help to me. My own sisters make such efforts to help me and support me that I feel guilty for not making more of an effort with my in laws. I don't get to see them often but I think of them and love watching their families through blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother-n-law is such a wonderful women who I have a lot of respect and love for. I remember spending a Mother's Day in Colorado with Kjell's family. I don't remember if we were married yet or not. Ann cooks Sunday dinner for her family that lives near by every week. When she was cooking the Mother's Day dinner I asked Kjell why the men weren't doing it and he said because his mom likes to. I am not sure if he was right or not I never asked. She made the entire dinner, set the table, served dinner and desert, and then did all the dishes. She never once complained or made a comment about how it was Mother's Day, she just did it. The other women helped, including me, but Ann kept telling us to relax. This is just a small example of how I always see Ann putting her family first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother has become one of my best friends. She had been out of town for the last 3 weeks and I realized how much time I spend with her on a daily basis. I spend more time with her now than I did when we lived at their house. She is such a generous, patient, loving grandmother to her grandchildren. She encourages me to show more of those qualities to my kids, especially patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful Mother's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-3484815110956238446?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3484815110956238446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=3484815110956238446&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3484815110956238446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3484815110956238446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SgetaKwRUPI/AAAAAAAAAyM/t6vDSp_poOU/s72-c/halloween+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-180975880485739937</id><published>2009-04-13T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:43:47.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>In the morning the boys found some coloring books for church in their Easter baskets and some sun glasses. Then they had to wait until 4 when we went to Grandma's for the Easter Egg Hunt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; is still at the age when he finds one egg and sits down to eat it not caring that his brother is getting all the other eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324236958536263490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SeN9TgWPZ0I/AAAAAAAAAx8/lDaw-LCOi_M/s320/IMG_0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I wanted to get some family pictures so after church we tried. I don't know how families do it. Drew refuses to smile nicely and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; just stared at the camera. Maybe my kids just aren't used to it because we don't do it very often. This was the best one. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324248173783176514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SeOHgUZeVUI/AAAAAAAAAyE/TdTsQaZTSto/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone enjoyed the day. At Church I asked Drew why we celebrate Easter. He said we celebrate because of Jesus. Then I said but what did he do? Drew said " he died for us and was dead for 3 days and then he came back and was resurrected and that's why we celebrate Easter. The people came to rub oils and lotions on his body but he was gone and the angel told them that He wasn't dead anymore." I am not sure how much he learned from us and how much he learned from primary but it amazes me that he can understand so much at such a young age.&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/7633648658926879861-180975880485739937?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/180975880485739937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=180975880485739937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/180975880485739937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/180975880485739937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SeN9TgWPZ0I/AAAAAAAAAx8/lDaw-LCOi_M/s72-c/IMG_0120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-6895958280628671476</id><published>2009-04-07T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:04:37.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well here are some pictures of our home. We have been living here for almost 2 months and I am still getting things put together but I haven't been in any rush, until now, only 33 more days!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; has done so much and I feel bad because I still have a long list of stuff I want done before the baby is born-I say baby because we still have no name and as far as I know aren't anywhere close &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(any suggestions?)&lt;/span&gt;. There are only so many Saturdays left and at least a few hours of each of those will be spent helping coach Drew's t-ball team but more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321987651762027266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/Sdt_knpKewI/AAAAAAAAAxE/yK3BBWZNcGc/s320/DSC01021.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; had to rip up all the weeds in the front yard and he planted seed. It took a few weeks but we have grass in the front, now if only it was in the back -maybe by summer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321987655930616578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/Sdt_k3LCGwI/AAAAAAAAAxM/wf_4_QQ9ryA/s320/093.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is the Dinning room and living room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321987665476240066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/Sdt_lau4wsI/AAAAAAAAAxU/HTfru2MlH6k/s320/094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Family room and Kitchen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321991739512180098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SduDSjsvzYI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Nx7Nd_3Evq8/s320/097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bedrooms and bathrooms. There are 4 bedrooms and 2.5 baths. Drew's room is the one with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bunkbeds&lt;/span&gt; and toys everywhere. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; is playing in the guestroom/ playroom but he sleeps in the baby's room for now. We have an office as well but there aren't any pictures of it as it is full of boxes still and is really messy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321991734578800002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SduDSRUiZYI/AAAAAAAAAxc/3K9sXghvL0E/s320/096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Backyard. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; has big plans, I am happy as long as I can send the kids out to play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-6895958280628671476?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6895958280628671476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=6895958280628671476&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/6895958280628671476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/6895958280628671476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-home.html' title='Our Home'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/Sdt_knpKewI/AAAAAAAAAxE/yK3BBWZNcGc/s72-c/DSC01021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-3653542266683117857</id><published>2009-04-05T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:23:11.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Pedersen's 90th Birthday</title><content type='html'>My friend and I were talking the other day and she told me I was a bad blogger. I know it's true I have so much to blog about but when it comes down to it lately I have been lazy. When I find the time I find something else I want to do instead. Anyway I have to play catch up now.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321319115048757474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SdkfiqT6KOI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Pb1azBTEDtg/s320/091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Monday March 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we went to Bakersfield to celebrate Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pedersen's&lt;/span&gt; 90&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday. The party was a lot of fun. We were able to see family from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kjell's&lt;/span&gt; dad's side that we see once a year at Edith's party. We also got to spend time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kjell's&lt;/span&gt; other grandma at her house and then at dinner. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kjell's&lt;/span&gt; dad was able to come and we always love getting to see Papa. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; took a while to warm up but by the end of dinner he was feeding Papa his ice cream. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; loves to feed people and gets very offended when you don't want to eat what he's trying to give you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Edith looked wonderful and the food was great. I can't believe Suzy and Ova&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kjell's&lt;/span&gt; aunt and uncle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are able to do so much. Mike&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Papa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was pretty proud of the cake he helped with. He made the lemon custard filling and decorated the whole cake by himself. I was sorry I didn't try that one when I heard this. I want to spend some time with Suzy in the kitchen and learn some of her Danish recipes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; says his grandma was a wonderful cook too. I am glad we live close enough to celebrate Edith's birthday with her!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321319388076078418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SdkfyjasdVI/AAAAAAAAAw8/UdeRl8Dvy7E/s320/092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-3653542266683117857?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3653542266683117857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=3653542266683117857&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3653542266683117857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3653542266683117857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/grandma-pedersens-90th-birthday.html' title='Grandma Pedersen&apos;s 90th Birthday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SdkfiqT6KOI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Pb1azBTEDtg/s72-c/091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-2549108720197449118</id><published>2009-03-20T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:59:36.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L.A. Trip</title><content type='html'>Last weekend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; and I loaded the kids up and drove to L.A. My brother and his wife live there but soon both will be graduating from UCLA. Robbie from Law School and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Laynie&lt;/span&gt; with her Nurse Practitioners degree. We thought we would go and visit while we still had a free place to stay. We had so much fun going to their places to eat, we usually have our own agendas. This time we tried 2 new places the Stand by UCLA and The Counter. One was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt; so we went without our usual trip to Pink's, and the other burgers. My kids loved the sweet potato fries which was a real surprise because they won't eat them here in Fresno. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Laynie&lt;/span&gt; had to work and Robbie needed to study so we took off and went to Will Rodgers state beach. I don't have a camera that works at the moment so I took pictures on my cell but have no idea how to get those to my computer. We also ate at Rosco's Chicken and Waffles, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; loves this place. I thought it was better this time, my waffle was so good! The kids enjoyed their waffles as well. Later we walked around 3rd Street &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Promenade&lt;/span&gt; and I looked at the shops while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; and the kids enjoyed the street &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;performers&lt;/span&gt;. It was a warm beautiful day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of Drew's good friends had a birthday party on Saturday so we drove out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hesperia&lt;/span&gt; to catch up and party with them. We had so much fun seeing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bradshaws&lt;/span&gt;, I miss them. Luckily Angie posted some pics of the party on her blog so I stole some to post here.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315329052363621938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ScPXnH5yhjI/AAAAAAAAAwM/xtRg49xOk0s/s320/zach%27s+5th+party+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315329054793881074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ScPXnQ9NVfI/AAAAAAAAAwc/29enDDpxHIc/s320/zach%27s+5th+party+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315329052573001602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ScPXnIrtZ4I/AAAAAAAAAwU/wpNzakWa5kA/s320/zach%27s+5th+party+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315329046011910002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ScPXmwPbF3I/AAAAAAAAAwE/R39PxxG6RL0/s320/zach%27s+5th+party+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I am sad I won't be able to go to Robbie's graduation because it's days before I will have the baby but I sure loved visiting them and hope we can go again before they move. Thanks for everything guys we had so much fun and Robbie even made everyone breakfast Sunday morning, what a nice guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-2549108720197449118?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2549108720197449118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=2549108720197449118&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2549108720197449118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2549108720197449118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-trip.html' title='L.A. Trip'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ScPXnH5yhjI/AAAAAAAAAwM/xtRg49xOk0s/s72-c/zach%27s+5th+party+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-788249417458191202</id><published>2009-03-17T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:06:31.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>We had fun celebrating St. Patrick's Day this year. I am teaching Drew's co-op preschool this week so we made four-leaf clover sugar cookies and green punch for snack. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I also had some green apples and celery with peanut butter, I don't solely feed children sugar I promise.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then this evening we went over to my parents and hunted for Leprechaun's but had no luck. We did find some candy that they left behind though so the boys were happy about that, as was Kjell who can be seen eating their candy shortly after the hunt. And for Kirsten here's a pregnancy photo. I have less than 8 weeks to go, one of the nice things about having a c-section is being able to schedule it. More on that to come.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314340984086281506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ScBU9-vDPSI/AAAAAAAAAv8/jBBTR0lUwY8/s320/st.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-788249417458191202?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/788249417458191202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=788249417458191202&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/788249417458191202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/788249417458191202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ScBU9-vDPSI/AAAAAAAAAv8/jBBTR0lUwY8/s72-c/st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-687011734542358578</id><published>2009-03-15T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:20:57.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temples</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so I know it has been forever and I have a lot I want to post but I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; this link in an email and thought I might post it for those that may have questions about our Temples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ldsmediatalk.com/2009/03/12/church-video-on-purpose-of-temples/"&gt;http://ldsmediatalk.com/2009/03/12/church-video-on-purpose-of-temples/&lt;/a&gt;  It's a short video about 3 minutes describing the purpose of our temples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-687011734542358578?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/687011734542358578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=687011734542358578&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/687011734542358578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/687011734542358578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/temples.html' title='Temples'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-4033386400375081858</id><published>2009-02-25T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:13:43.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SaWBofJvUlI/AAAAAAAAAv0/-zNlRkiOQFA/s1600-h/DSC00985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306790268483097170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SaWBofJvUlI/AAAAAAAAAv0/-zNlRkiOQFA/s320/DSC00985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the boys in their Heart Breaker T-shirts my sister gave them (Thanks Becky) all dressed up for Valentine's Day. Drew was very good about sharing his candy with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt;, and me, from his school party. They are sitting on our new couch at our house that we moved into on Valentine's day. That first week there was pretty crazy but I have finally got things under control. I can find clothes and shoes. There is still a lot of little things I want to do and I haven't started the baby's room or office but I will get there. The boys have adjusted better than I thought they would. Drew has no problem sleeping in his bunk bed, he likes to go back and forth from the top to the bottom, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; is fighting his naps but that's nothing new. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; loves it he's busy everyday after work in the yard for now who knows what will be next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-4033386400375081858?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4033386400375081858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=4033386400375081858&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/4033386400375081858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/4033386400375081858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/february.html' title='February'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SaWBofJvUlI/AAAAAAAAAv0/-zNlRkiOQFA/s72-c/DSC00985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-6215451637280341263</id><published>2009-02-08T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:10:27.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SY-QOBpOPTI/AAAAAAAAAvk/ZqVzkfMnu6c/s1600-h/wedc116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300613857072266546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SY-QOBpOPTI/AAAAAAAAAvk/ZqVzkfMnu6c/s320/wedc116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SY-QLGW_YjI/AAAAAAAAAvc/JEFKFcr5X30/s1600-h/wedc129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300613806798365234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SY-QLGW_YjI/AAAAAAAAAvc/JEFKFcr5X30/s320/wedc129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SY-QG5_sxaI/AAAAAAAAAvU/p-6h4RWLQlw/s1600-h/wedc123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300613734759974306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SY-QG5_sxaI/AAAAAAAAAvU/p-6h4RWLQlw/s320/wedc123.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/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SY-NBEih5BI/AAAAAAAAAvM/M8JhINyl7gI/s1600-h/DSC00975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300610335976317970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SY-NBEih5BI/AAAAAAAAAvM/M8JhINyl7gI/s320/DSC00975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is our sixth Wedding Anniversary. I feel like it has been much longer than six years even though the time has flown by! I remember that first year after getting married everyone would ask how long we had been married and then how it was. I loved being married to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; and would say so. The most common response was oh just wait 3 months is the worst. Well 3 months came and passed and nothing happened. Then one women said oh you're still in the honeymoon stage just wait til 6 months. 6 months came and went no problem. I loved that first year and still look back on it as some of our happiest times. We had some big adjustments when Drew arrived that second year but any bumps in our road have brought us closer and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; to married to this man forever. &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/7633648658926879861-6215451637280341263?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6215451637280341263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=6215451637280341263&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/6215451637280341263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/6215451637280341263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SY-QOBpOPTI/AAAAAAAAAvk/ZqVzkfMnu6c/s72-c/wedc116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-3206777307921653</id><published>2009-01-25T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:16:46.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years and Utah Trip</title><content type='html'>So the day before the rest of my family is leaving to go to Utah for a week without us to spend New Years there Kjell tells my parents, who couldn't decide if they should drive or fly, that if they drive the kids and I could go with them. Kjell and I had decided not to go so we could save the money and because we were trying to move into our house. Also January First is a very busy day for Kjell at work so he wouldn't be able to take time off. When I looked at him shocked he was like well if you all go I could get a lot done at the new house and I wouldn't feel bad not spending the time with you. I was concerned about New Years and not being able to celebrate together and he pointed out that we have spent at least half our New Year's together apart. So I packed up my kids and we went. Drew was very happy to spend the extra time with all of his cousins from my side. When we are all together I hardly see him. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went sledding up at Soldier Hollow and the older kids loved it. My dad took Chaz as I couldn't sled and he hated it! He loved to play in the snow though and like the hotdogs we ate for lunch afterwards even more!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295356352607418274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SXzii_RF96I/AAAAAAAAAuA/oR58GvoCQyo/s320/christmas+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There was lots of snow this trip and the kids loved building snowmen. We also celebrated my dad's birthday on the second. I had fun relaxing as I got lots of help with the kids.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295358143484458482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SXzkLOzc9fI/AAAAAAAAAuI/GUt8F0jWcCw/s320/DSC00528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295358151806028242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SXzkLtzeCdI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/rJLdH2q_2pg/s320/DSC00892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Everyone is enjoying their New Year and a month how are those resolutions coming?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-3206777307921653?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3206777307921653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=3206777307921653&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3206777307921653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3206777307921653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-and-utah-trip.html' title='New Years and Utah Trip'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SXzii_RF96I/AAAAAAAAAuA/oR58GvoCQyo/s72-c/christmas+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-4922521279552726441</id><published>2009-01-18T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:19:14.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292853612626043842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SXP-UWS348I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/x6X_v8wU6pg/s320/DSC00886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I know I am a little behind but I want to turn my blog into a scrapbook someday so I have to play catch-up. We had a great Christmas. It was really fun watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; open presents. I felt bad because he is so young and doesn't ask for presents so we didn't get him much. I was out on Christmas Eve at the store trying to decide what to get him because I had nothing yet. It ended up that the toy I picked he loved and didn't even want to open anything else after that. He did enjoy sitting in the presents though. His vocabulary seamed to take off as well. He was saying Santa, tree, pretty, lights, all these new words. At Christmas dinner he was playing with my grandma. We call her grandma Nancy and he was flirting with her. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292852289233417106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SXP9HURe85I/AAAAAAAAAsI/HSxqSTvhQrM/s320/italy+and+fall+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Drew had a Transformer Christmas. Almost every present was a transformer or at least had the logo on it. He was so excited each time he opened one. Nana and Papa sent him one of his favorites he won't let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; touch it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292844233491473874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SXP1yaS75dI/AAAAAAAAArw/dpyWPncMBl0/s320/christmas+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; and I got stuff and gifts certificates for the house, which is almost ready for us to move to. I will post pictures on that soon. We enjoyed reading all the Christmas cards and I enjoyed being in the kitchen with my mom and the kids. Now that it's over it seams like it went by to fast.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292854314246590594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SXP-9MCP0II/AAAAAAAAAsY/YGrQQ5lyFws/s320/DSC00870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-4922521279552726441?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4922521279552726441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=4922521279552726441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/4922521279552726441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/4922521279552726441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SXP-UWS348I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/x6X_v8wU6pg/s72-c/DSC00886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-4073667024383361918</id><published>2008-12-20T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:15:23.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Makers</title><content type='html'>I know it's my fault that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; had the opportunity to make the mess he did because I 1. wasn't watching him and 2. left the supplies out but it's still frustrates me when I hear my mom scream my name from the other room and know one of my kids have just destroyed something of hers. She wasn't as mad as I thought she was when I got there and we're not sure how much damage is done to the table cloth that was underneath, I should have gotten a picture of that. He sure had a good time though until we had to give him a bath and his skin is still red, so is mine. I am hoping it will come out of his outfit but as it was red food coloring from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Michaels&lt;/span&gt; it probably won't. Hours later and his diapers are even red! At least he's in color with the season right?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282059918253884322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SU2lgpXaA6I/AAAAAAAAAro/2wM1m1Ka_4o/s320/christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-4073667024383361918?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4073667024383361918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=4073667024383361918&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/4073667024383361918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/4073667024383361918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/trouble-makers.html' title='Trouble Makers'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SU2lgpXaA6I/AAAAAAAAAro/2wM1m1Ka_4o/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-3709651498906993873</id><published>2008-12-17T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:50:40.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I had an appointment yesterday and was told I can return to normal activity with no restrictions. Truth be told I have been getting back to normal activities for about a week now. I appreciate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every ones&lt;/span&gt; help and well wishes. The baby looks healthy and I am excited to get my holiday shopping and baking underway. Here is a pic we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; yesterday of our little boy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280863549716995762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SUlla1QwnrI/AAAAAAAAArc/hMrQUgNbXVk/s320/baby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-3709651498906993873?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3709651498906993873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=3709651498906993873&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3709651498906993873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3709651498906993873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SUlla1QwnrI/AAAAAAAAArc/hMrQUgNbXVk/s72-c/baby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-2750589549033844671</id><published>2008-12-08T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:00:26.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ST1urwMqbVI/AAAAAAAAArU/i64B8nwJ4Vg/s1600-h/DSC00797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277496036299533650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ST1urwMqbVI/AAAAAAAAArU/i64B8nwJ4Vg/s400/DSC00797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kjell and I bought a home! It closed last Wednesday and Kjell has been there everyday since working hard to make it ready to move in. With me on bed rest it will take longer to get ready but he's determined! It has been difficult to pick paint colors from a bed but we still hope to move in before Christmas. On a side note my problems have stopped but I haven't been cleared by the doctor to get off of bed rest yet. I appreciate everyones support and concern, it means a lot to know so many are pulling for me and my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-2750589549033844671?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2750589549033844671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=2750589549033844671&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2750589549033844671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2750589549033844671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-new-home.html' title='Our New Home!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/ST1urwMqbVI/AAAAAAAAArU/i64B8nwJ4Vg/s72-c/DSC00797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-4979682257178757254</id><published>2008-12-02T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:57:11.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's December! We had a fun Thanksgiving in Utah. We were hoping it would snow and it did but it melted by noon. We got to spend some time with some of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kjell's&lt;/span&gt; family, his brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vegor&lt;/span&gt; and his wife &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Errin&lt;/span&gt;, and his sister Kirsten and her hubby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275396555991175218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/STX5N6ksUDI/AAAAAAAAAqs/J1o6KAvW30U/s400/utah+thanksgiving+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our Thanksgiving Feast.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275397339456414002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/STX57hNXITI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Ba6keuKMLI8/s400/utah+thanksgiving+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Snow came on Black Friday&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275397359343979202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/STX58rS7SsI/AAAAAAAAArM/wZV8wutu4RA/s400/utah+thanksgiving+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drew relaxing in my parents big bath with tons of bubbles. He asked me about every5 minutes to take a bath, all day everyday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; was afraid to get in the bath when the jets were turned on.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275397349913583426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/STX58IKi30I/AAAAAAAAArE/z0DgpKb1a7Q/s400/utah+thanksgiving+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hanging out in the backyard making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt; in the fire pit. It was to cold for me I took my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt; inside!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275397344608046642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/STX570ZmzjI/AAAAAAAAAq8/DKNkA_HGSnM/s400/utah+thanksgiving+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We were in Utah for a week and I feel so bad I wasn't able to see any of my friends. I wasn't feeling well the first few days and then on Thanksgiving I ended up in the Hospital. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What would a trip to Utah be with out me going to the hospital at least once.&lt;/span&gt; I am 16 weeks pregnant and started to have some problems Thursday night. We went to the hospital in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&gt; (where we were) and they listened for the heartbeat said it was strong and sent us home. I received a very special blessing from my husband that both the baby and I would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and healthy. During the blessing he kept using "he" when talking about the baby. The next day everything was fine and so about 11 we went to Sears to take part in some black Friday shopping. My problem started again while we were at the store and so we went to the hospital in Provo. They were so good to me. I was there for 5 hours but had great care, especially from this one nurse Stacie. They ran many tests but found nothing wrong. During the Ultra Sound I think I saw a penis and when I said this to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; he said he thought it was a boy when he was giving me the blessing the night before. Those of you that know me must know how badly I want a girl but I was not disappointed at all by this news. I actually was more sad when I learned that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; was a boy. I just hope this baby continues to grow and develop as it should and will be strong and healthy when it enters into this world. I was put on bed rest &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(meaning only allowed to get up to use the bathroom)&lt;/span&gt; until I was able to see my doctor here in Fresno. After being seen there yesterday there is still no answer but that I am further along than we thought &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(16 instead of 15 weeks).&lt;/span&gt; They said I am to continue to be on "Modified" bed rest&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (meaning I can get up to do small things but nothing to physical&lt;/span&gt;). So I am home taking it easy and thinking of all the things I have to do. My friends have already offered to do so much and I am grateful for all their support. My parents and sisters have been wonderful. And I have to say after this weekend I love my husband even more. He took such good care of me and the boys, never once complaining and catering to my every need. His patience surprised and humbled me because I am not sure I would have been so patient and generous. I will be seen again in 2 weeks for another ultra sound and am told this can all be a normal part of pregnancy and many women go on bed rest for a while and then go on to have a normal pregnancy. This is what we are hoping and praying for. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-4979682257178757254?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4979682257178757254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=4979682257178757254&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/4979682257178757254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/4979682257178757254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/STX5N6ksUDI/AAAAAAAAAqs/J1o6KAvW30U/s72-c/utah+thanksgiving+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-2984035395111606413</id><published>2008-11-16T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:43:34.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SSD-RUzRD0I/AAAAAAAAAqk/WtWFHh4SosI/s1600-h/La+Vie+En+Rose+Logo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SSD-RUzRD0I/AAAAAAAAAqk/WtWFHh4SosI/s400/La+Vie+En+Rose+Logo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269491137618448194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I am in Seattle. I bought my tickets Tuesday night and flew out Wednesday night. My sister lives here and she has a business called La Vie En Rose. It's mostly a bakery but she also makes picture frames. So twice a year she participates in what they call a Boutique. It's like a home show where different vendors gather together and sell their items in the same place. It's usually in October and March but Becky decided to participate in a special holiday one this month. I came to help her bake, frost, package, print, label, price, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;help out&lt;/span&gt; with the kids. True to my form I feel like even though I came and tried to be helpful we probably caused more trouble than helped and made Becky's life more stressful. Her kids got sick Friday night, probably brought that with us to. But her items sold at the show when lots of vendors didn't sell anything. It was neat to see the different (and same) things the people here were selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a fun time watching Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; play with their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt;. Drew loves to come here and visit, he asks almost daily when we can go to Seattle. Last time Becky was in Fresno by herself we were getting ready to take her to the airport for her return flight and Drew came out to the car and asked if he could go. I said sure and he said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I will go pack my bag. I thought he just wanted to go to the airport, I had no idea he meant to Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been here to visit for over a year so of course I had to hit all the food places I love to eat at and shop at the Costco's here because they have the best stuff! Costco was started here and so these stores get a lot of high-end items that a most other stores don't.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again our time is winding down and I am so sad I don't live closer to all of my family. This was the first time I have traveled with both of my kids by myself and it wasn't as enjoyable as I hoped it would be. Both kids were driving me crazy (at least it was only a 2 1/2 hour flight). Also with the cost of plane tickets, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; will be 2 in May, I just worry that I won't be back for a while and I miss spending time with Becky and her family. They are so generous and caring, they make me feel right at home even letting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; have Mason's room so I can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; though and have a lot going on in Fresno that I kinda just left. Luckily I have good friends who are picking up the slack for me. So I will enjoy my last day here and then look forward to Christmas when Becky and her family will come see us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-2984035395111606413?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2984035395111606413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=2984035395111606413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2984035395111606413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2984035395111606413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-i-am-in-seattle.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SSD-RUzRD0I/AAAAAAAAAqk/WtWFHh4SosI/s72-c/La+Vie+En+Rose+Logo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-7109376113083951844</id><published>2008-11-09T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:44:20.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy, Sick Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SRccMVU1mUI/AAAAAAAAAqY/XdXF8OiueSM/s1600-h/cbk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not an interesting post but thought I might update everyone on our wonderful weekend. Friday night Chaz threw up and I thought it was something he ate so we washed him up and put him to bed. Saturday morning we discovered he had thrown up in his blanket. After a bath and some banana, cuz the kid was starving we thought all was ok. We went to lunch as a family and then came home and all napped. About 5 Drew started throwing up and didn't stop until 1 in the morning. Kjell was really worried about him being dehydrated and was ready to go to the hospital. I was weak stomached myself and kept saying just to wait it out. This morning Drew was tired but not so sick. Kjell went to church by himself and I stayed home with the boys and watched Anne Of Green Gabbles, which according to Kjell reminds him of being tortured by his older sister Julie when he was younger and forced to watch it-He's seen it more than I have this was only my second time ever watching it. Both kids ate dinner and have made it all day without throwing up although Chaz has had the runs fun stuff! So far Kjell and I have avoided the sickness and with the week starting I hope we escaped it. Hope everyone reading this had a better weekend then we did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-7109376113083951844?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7109376113083951844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=7109376113083951844&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/7109376113083951844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/7109376113083951844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/lazy-sick-days.html' title='Lazy, Sick Days'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-1165913430596551943</id><published>2008-11-02T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T10:35:28.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>I love the fall and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; since I was young. The holidays make the time go by so fast. This year we got ready for Halloween by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pumpkins&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; was really interested in the pumpkin carving this year, at one point he had his head right up in the pumpkin. Drew directed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; as to how he would like each pumpkin carved. Then they washed and toasted the seeds, one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kjell's&lt;/span&gt; favorite snacks.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264124645235033842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SQ3teWydBvI/AAAAAAAAApw/8k6x7JaHDAY/s320/halloween+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Baking Sugar Cookies. I love to bake and any excuse is welcome. I baked cookies for the Church Carnival and Drew's preschool party. My friend Brandy hosts a decorating party each year before Halloween. We all bring over our treats to decorate and sit and talk while the kids play. It was so fun to have company while frosting my cookies. I love to have someone to talk with when I am frosting because this usually takes a long time for me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; while I was at my car loading it up with my frosted goodies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; decided to play in a box of ashes by the fireplace and make a mess all over her hearth and himself, I can't turn my eyes away from that boy for a minute. I had to save some cookies so Drew could help decorate them with me. He likes to eat the frosting and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sprinkles&lt;/span&gt; more than help though.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264126284148238802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SQ3u9wNz6dI/AAAAAAAAAp4/AyTJRMCBAm8/s320/halloween+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lighting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jacko&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lanterns&lt;/span&gt;. Drew wanted scary pumpkins this year I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; did a pretty good job.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264126781638710818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SQ3vatgyFiI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Wb0a2ZGsIiY/s320/halloween+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Getting dressed to Trick or Treat. Drew wanted to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Optimus&lt;/span&gt; Prime this year. I looked for a Bumble Bee costume for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; but couldn't find it in his size so I decided to make him a vampire because he loves to Bite! I think it turned out pretty cute. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264128257937868978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SQ3wwpJ7iLI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Bu68Xp4MKJI/s320/halloween+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying their Treats. After Trunk-or-Treating at the church &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; and I took the kids around our block. We came home to show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;grammy&lt;/span&gt; our spoils and then to the bath they went. I tried my hardest to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; to say Trick or Treat but he wouldn't. Drew would walk right into houses and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; would knock on the door but then run back to us as soon as the door was opened. Now the trick is to hide the candy before it ends up half eaten and all over the house!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264130476989077554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SQ3yxzw92DI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/o7XP62wA7M0/s320/halloween+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-1165913430596551943?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1165913430596551943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=1165913430596551943&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/1165913430596551943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/1165913430596551943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SQ3teWydBvI/AAAAAAAAApw/8k6x7JaHDAY/s72-c/halloween+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-2714306435722855932</id><published>2008-10-30T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:52:22.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kjell's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SQqcfC1_FGI/AAAAAAAAApY/0AJD6qQ0SmQ/s1600-h/DSC00733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263191171689026658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SQqcfC1_FGI/AAAAAAAAApY/0AJD6qQ0SmQ/s320/DSC00733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My postings have been slowing down but today is a day I wanted to make sure was remembered in our house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; turned 29 today and while I think having a birthday the day before Halloween would not be fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; had a pretty enjoyable day. He went to work but left there about midday and went to lunch with his friends, who treated him, and then to play golf for the rest of the afternoon, also on his friends and coworkers (ah the life of an insurance agent). I did have to interject when he told me he was going that he didn't take the afternoon off on my birthday, I didn't get any time away from my job that day but this is about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt;. Then this evening we cooked a nice dinner and had cake and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263191179923354866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SQqcfhhM9PI/AAAAAAAAApg/TT1p-Hj3re4/s320/DSC00736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; his gift this year a few weeks ago he went to a World Series Playoff game at Dodger Stadium. And although they lost that night and then lost that series he said it was still a great gift. I don't think I give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; enough credit for all he does for me and our family. I love that for the most part I feel like we are a team. He is such a good dad that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; cries everyday when he sees &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; leave for work and both kids are by his side the second he walks in the door. He is patient with me and I hope he knows I love and appreciate him. I hope you had a wonderful birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; and that your wish comes true.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263191191561931970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SQqcgM4DjMI/AAAAAAAAApo/W5RJXuPCOZo/s320/DSC00738.JPG" border="0" /&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/7633648658926879861-2714306435722855932?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2714306435722855932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=2714306435722855932&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2714306435722855932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2714306435722855932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/kjells-birthday.html' title='Kjell&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SQqcfC1_FGI/AAAAAAAAApY/0AJD6qQ0SmQ/s72-c/DSC00733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-454332236358714210</id><published>2008-10-09T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:27:23.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Fresno Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SPvsgsPAxWI/AAAAAAAAApQ/bGwcOXIxW1Q/s1600-h/DSC01155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259057036259280226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SPvsgsPAxWI/AAAAAAAAApQ/bGwcOXIxW1Q/s400/DSC01155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been working on this post for a while now. I started and then lost my memory card so I wasn't able to finish. I finally found it so here is what we have been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends and I went to the Fresno Fair a few Fridays ago. Then I went with my family for FHE the following Monday. My mom missed out being in Italy and all, I think she'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SPvrd3bqtdI/AAAAAAAAAoo/job3mepSBJY/s1600-h/DSC01114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259055888213915090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SPvrd3bqtdI/AAAAAAAAAoo/job3mepSBJY/s400/DSC01114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SPvreVQAJxI/AAAAAAAAAow/mJbaMwGapM0/s1600-h/DSC01128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259055896218052370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SPvreVQAJxI/AAAAAAAAAow/mJbaMwGapM0/s400/DSC01128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SPvrfeRYoXI/AAAAAAAAAo4/EiyLGuvyJ5o/s1600-h/DSC01133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259055915819639154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SPvrfeRYoXI/AAAAAAAAAo4/EiyLGuvyJ5o/s400/DSC01133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SPvrf29uYpI/AAAAAAAAApA/C_Gmr4uBYQc/s1600-h/DSC01145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259055922448065170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SPvrf29uYpI/AAAAAAAAApA/C_Gmr4uBYQc/s400/DSC01145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SPvrg5BKvNI/AAAAAAAAApI/vDeRemD6kyg/s1600-h/DSC01149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259055940179246290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SPvrg5BKvNI/AAAAAAAAApI/vDeRemD6kyg/s400/DSC01149.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/7633648658926879861-454332236358714210?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/454332236358714210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=454332236358714210&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/454332236358714210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/454332236358714210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-fresno-fair.html' title='The Big Fresno Fair'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SPvsgsPAxWI/AAAAAAAAApQ/bGwcOXIxW1Q/s72-c/DSC01155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-598225435255139401</id><published>2008-09-30T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:51:46.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SOKdzoaTQnI/AAAAAAAAAog/n8ycFBbVIu0/s1600-h/DSC00374-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251933625814041202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SOKdzoaTQnI/AAAAAAAAAog/n8ycFBbVIu0/s400/DSC00374-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday I turned 28. I had a really good birthday, I appreciate all the phone calls and cards from friends and family. My sister asked how I felt and I said the same. I feel young to have a four year old and old when I think my 10 year high school reunion will be next year. To me at this point in my life age is only a number. I do still love birthday cake though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-598225435255139401?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/598225435255139401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=598225435255139401&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/598225435255139401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/598225435255139401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/28.html' title='28'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SOKdzoaTQnI/AAAAAAAAAog/n8ycFBbVIu0/s72-c/DSC00374-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-1047074730029970624</id><published>2008-09-28T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:17:31.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caruthers Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we went to the Caruthers Fair. It was a drive but well worth it. I love the Fresno Fair but this one was smaller, cleaner, and more family friendly. Kjell had fun taking the kids on the rides and my mom and I enjoyed walking around and running into friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SOA5tYQMEQI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/LcKJSoxoW5E/s1600-h/DSC00386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251260617281245442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SOA5tYQMEQI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/LcKJSoxoW5E/s320/DSC00386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SOA5tgU5y0I/AAAAAAAAAoY/VQXRsvP4GRI/s1600-h/DSC00388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251260619448503106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SOA5tgU5y0I/AAAAAAAAAoY/VQXRsvP4GRI/s320/DSC00388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SOA4_YSOcmI/AAAAAAAAAnw/AQU8xwSgEEg/s1600-h/DSC00373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251259827015807586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SOA4_YSOcmI/AAAAAAAAAnw/AQU8xwSgEEg/s320/DSC00373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SOA4_qPasQI/AAAAAAAAAn4/xNPOP8HGOFc/s1600-h/DSC00379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251259831835865346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SOA4_qPasQI/AAAAAAAAAn4/xNPOP8HGOFc/s320/DSC00379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SOA4_8NmSAI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Yd3YdwRJv3g/s1600-h/DSC00380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251259836660074498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SOA4_8NmSAI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Yd3YdwRJv3g/s320/DSC00380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SOA5AHFPIYI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Y3wl_JQsjic/s1600-h/DSC00383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251259839577792898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SOA5AHFPIYI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Y3wl_JQsjic/s320/DSC00383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251258746567966146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SOA4AfTYvcI/AAAAAAAAAno/Xk11Ksth7qI/s320/DSC00372.JPG" border="0" /&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/7633648658926879861-1047074730029970624?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1047074730029970624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=1047074730029970624&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/1047074730029970624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/1047074730029970624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/caruthers-fair.html' title='Caruthers Fair'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SOA5tYQMEQI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/LcKJSoxoW5E/s72-c/DSC00386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-3358954433142051233</id><published>2008-09-23T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:23:18.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September</title><content type='html'>I feel like I haven't blogged forever. We have been busy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;settling&lt;/span&gt; into a new daily routine. Drew started preschool again about 4 weeks ago. We are doing a co-op based on the Joy School Curriculum and so far it has been really nice. There are only 5 kids and they all seam to get along. He really enjoys going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week we were all sick, even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; stayed home from work and he hasn't taken a sick day since he started 2 years ago. I have just been trying to keep up with the kids and not give in to the cold. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chaz's&lt;/span&gt; turned into a sinus infection but he didn't have an ear infection which was nice because he has had one pretty much once a month since last November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are on the mend though (and antibiotics!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-3358954433142051233?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3358954433142051233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=3358954433142051233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3358954433142051233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3358954433142051233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/september.html' title='September'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-2651360765692438557</id><published>2008-08-25T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:54:02.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can't believe the summer is almost over, it has gone by so fast. Living in Fresno the wheather will still be warm for a while but Drew starts Preschool tomorrow. I am looking forward to settling back into the routine but sure did enjoy playing around. Here are some recent pictures from the last week or so.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238510929414728978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SLLt73vELRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/oLk4-mYUnRo/s320/DSC01054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Playing at the Park, Chaz loves the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SLLt8D_HgxI/AAAAAAAAAeY/drp6I0cVKxw/s1600-h/DSC01046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238510932703281938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SLLt8D_HgxI/AAAAAAAAAeY/drp6I0cVKxw/s320/DSC01046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of our many trips to the zoo with our friends. I am making the most of my pass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238508971889623890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SLLsJ7Ytg1I/AAAAAAAAAd4/_Ofva7nggKo/s320/DSC00323.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SLLtKLC-WCI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wmFCeoHADcI/s1600-h/DSC01065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238510075605047330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SLLtKLC-WCI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wmFCeoHADcI/s320/DSC01065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the Primary activity on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SLLtKrqD9eI/AAAAAAAAAeI/0QlHS3jK4oM/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238510084358927842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SLLtKrqD9eI/AAAAAAAAAeI/0QlHS3jK4oM/s320/DSC01044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing with the hose in the back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SLLsHVYip_I/AAAAAAAAAdY/GPw9bKP9omA/s1600-h/DSC00285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238508927328626674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SLLsHVYip_I/AAAAAAAAAdY/GPw9bKP9omA/s320/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the Circus back in July. The kids enjoyed it for the first 5 minutes and then wanted to go home. They both fell alseep after the intermission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SLLsH8TZZJI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3E8FZSkNaUg/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238508937776030866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SLLsH8TZZJI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3E8FZSkNaUg/s320/DSC00288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Swimming in the pool with cusins who came to visit and friends.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238513762055824978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SLLwgwJVJlI/AAAAAAAAAeg/DRd5SKQRmec/s320/DSC00312.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Chaz's two favorite things Food and making messes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SLLsJrl9VCI/AAAAAAAAAdw/LgbjiiTCc6M/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238508967650219042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SLLsJrl9VCI/AAAAAAAAAdw/LgbjiiTCc6M/s320/DSC00315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7633648658926879861-2651360765692438557?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2651360765692438557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=2651360765692438557&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2651360765692438557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2651360765692438557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/summers-end.html' title='Summer&apos;s End'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SLLt73vELRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/oLk4-mYUnRo/s72-c/DSC01054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-3293380751586950104</id><published>2008-08-15T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:02:53.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess my mom was worried about all the damage her grandchildren could do to her Utah house in a week so she kept us very busy with lots of activities. We had fun though and plenty of time to talk and catch up with each other. I love spending time with my family, especially my brothers and sisters. I wish we could all live closer together and see each other more frequently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky's good friend Dina's kids with Drew and Becky's kids. The adults went to lunch and shopping. Dina's oldest 2 watched the other kids for us. They were awesome babysitters. I can't believe how much they have grown up since I saw them last. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234771192901743362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SKWkqjlbMwI/AAAAAAAAAco/1cWA3AN8IsU/s320/IMG_0825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234772306157237202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SKWlrWyN89I/AAAAAAAAAc4/b4bOKfkD9zE/s320/IMG_1092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We rented 3 ATVs and of course now we are all sold and want to get some for the house. There is a beautiful trail just southeast of the house. It leads you up to 10,000 feet with a beautiful view of the valley. Becky and I took turns driving and just added the boys for the pic.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234772296545672546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SKWlqy-pHWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/twuN07V0Ky0/s320/IMG_1093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My dad took Drew and Drew loved it. He said "Gramppy went super fast but I wasn't scared." They were gone long enough that I was though. They left this way but when they returned Drew was in front of my dad "helping" him drive.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234772530014172754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SKWl4Yt3tlI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ZpBbjcYLZKI/s320/IMG_1081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234772930477867122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SKWmPsj2wHI/AAAAAAAAAdI/2uRwq___9M0/s320/IMG_0776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234772934916791810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SKWmP9GLXgI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/h9RVPNm1kPE/s320/IMG_0748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rick and my mom took the kids, except Chaz, to Rick's good friend Jeremy's house to ride the horses. Drew looks like a pro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-3293380751586950104?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3293380751586950104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=3293380751586950104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3293380751586950104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3293380751586950104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/keeping-busy.html' title='Keeping Busy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SKWkqjlbMwI/AAAAAAAAAco/1cWA3AN8IsU/s72-c/IMG_0825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-5169211541714125236</id><published>2008-08-03T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:17:28.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Utah and loving it!</title><content type='html'>So we are back in Utah and Drew is having so much fun with all of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt; from the Perkins Family. Most of my siblings are here, Robbie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Laynie&lt;/span&gt; are in New Orleans, and Ryan stayed in Fresno. We will be here for the rest of the week playing around in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; couldn't make the trip this time and we miss him already. Here is a picture of some of the kids eating their dinner tonight.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230526330169402178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SJaP_BoTI0I/AAAAAAAAAcg/crSRrstkzRk/s320/IMG_1068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-5169211541714125236?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5169211541714125236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=5169211541714125236&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5169211541714125236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5169211541714125236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-in-utah-and-loving-it.html' title='Back in Utah and loving it!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SJaP_BoTI0I/AAAAAAAAAcg/crSRrstkzRk/s72-c/IMG_1068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-2901638745826750395</id><published>2008-07-17T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:43:54.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Longest Tag Ever!!</title><content type='html'>My sister-n-law &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Errin&lt;/span&gt; tagged me and I enjoyed reading her original tag so much I thought I would play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I am passionate about:(this is not in order of importance just a list)&lt;br /&gt;1. Family (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt;-our children-our immediate and extended families)&lt;br /&gt;2. Friendships&lt;br /&gt;3. Food&lt;br /&gt;4. My faith and beliefs&lt;br /&gt;5. Memories&lt;br /&gt;6. Having and raising my children&lt;br /&gt;7. Traveling&lt;br /&gt;8. Health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Books I Have Read And Enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;1. The Harry Potter Series&lt;br /&gt;2. The Twilight Series&lt;br /&gt;3. The Host&lt;br /&gt;4. Brown Bear Brown Bear&lt;br /&gt;5. Deceptively Delicious&lt;br /&gt;6.This I believe&lt;br /&gt;7. Fisher of Men Series&lt;br /&gt;8. Children of the Promise Series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Words/Phrases I Say Often&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop it (Usually directed at the kids but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; hears it a lot to)&lt;br /&gt;2. Really-a rhetorical question I ask when i just can't believe something or just don't want to&lt;br /&gt;3. All done?&lt;br /&gt;5. What are you doing? This phrase is used in many tones.&lt;br /&gt;6. That's it!&lt;br /&gt;7. May I have a 4 piece chicken nugget happy meal...I know it's so bad for them-so much for being passionate about health huh?&lt;br /&gt;8. I love you so much or I love you more than...Drew and I play a game he loves me more than the whole universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I Want To Do Before I Die (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;This is more difficult for me. There are many things I would enjoy doing but none I feel I have to do before I die. With that in mind I would like to live long enough to&lt;br /&gt;1. Have more children&lt;br /&gt;2. Own a home&lt;br /&gt;3. Travel&lt;br /&gt;4. Not have any debt&lt;br /&gt;5. See my children serve missions and get married in the temple.&lt;br /&gt;6. Watch my children have and raise families of their own&lt;br /&gt;7. See &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; retire&lt;br /&gt;8. Serve a Mission with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I Learned This Past Year&lt;br /&gt;1. Everyone needs friends&lt;br /&gt;2. My two boys are very different from each other&lt;br /&gt;3. I am my own worst critic&lt;br /&gt;4. Most people are more insecure than they let on&lt;br /&gt;5. Happiness is in your own hands&lt;br /&gt;6. I am becoming more anxious as I get older&lt;br /&gt;7. I can't diet successfully-I lose weight when I watch what I eat but don't "diet"-restrict myself.&lt;br /&gt;8. I really, really want to have a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 places I want to see&lt;br /&gt;1. France&lt;br /&gt;2. Italy&lt;br /&gt;3. London&lt;br /&gt;4. Veracruz Mexico (Where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; served his mission)&lt;br /&gt;5. Denmark&lt;br /&gt;6. Russia&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Belize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I miss&lt;br /&gt;1. The freedom to take off when I want -not having to find a babysitter&lt;br /&gt;2. Living in Provo-I never thought I would but going back makes me miss it&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleeping alone in a bed for as long as I want uninterrupted.&lt;br /&gt;4. Not having to worry about where I go because gas wasn't $4.50 a gal.&lt;br /&gt;5. Having nice things that don't get broken or ruined by my very busy boys.&lt;br /&gt;6. My brain- I used to have a really good memory but now forget where I put things, can't remember what I was doing-it drives me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;7. Swimming laps&lt;br /&gt;8. Spending time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kjell's&lt;/span&gt; family- we don't see them enough we used to see them a lot more when we lived in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I currently want/need&lt;br /&gt;1. A House&lt;br /&gt;2. A King Size Bed&lt;br /&gt;3. A vacation with just my husband&lt;br /&gt;4. A new Digital Camera&lt;br /&gt;5. A new Laptop&lt;br /&gt;6. Ice cream-I can't get enough and my current craving is Cotton Candy at Cold Stone-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; creamy&lt;br /&gt;7. To get pregnant again&lt;br /&gt;8. To find my wedding rings that I put somewhere last week and don't remember where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 People I Want To Tag I don't mind being tagged but hate tagging others so if you read this and want to do it consider yourself tagged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-2901638745826750395?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2901638745826750395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=2901638745826750395&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2901638745826750395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2901638745826750395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/longest-tag-ever.html' title='The Longest Tag Ever!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-1781754394351582157</id><published>2008-07-15T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:54:29.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of  July</title><content type='html'>We had a great weekend over the fourth. We went to Bakersfield to celebrate Kjell's Grandmas 80th birthday. We spent the whole day with most of his Mom's side of the family. It was a lot of fun to meet those cousins I have heard about for years and not met. I also enjoyed spending time with Kjell's family who we never get to see. I feel like it wasn't enough time though.&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223378888518468162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SH0rbKlrAkI/AAAAAAAAAaw/vndyXqF2ZtY/s320/big+fam" border="0" /&gt;This is a picture of everyone who was able to attend the celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223378966863027138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SH0rfuceG8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/Jov-9Q-8iV4/s320/smaller+fam" border="0" /&gt;This is all of the 3rd generation. Nana Kate's grandchildren and their spouses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday after we had breakfast with Kjell's parents we took off for the beach. Kjell's family loves Leo Carrillo beach. I think it's nice but hate the wind that keeps it so cool and the water is no where near warm enough for me.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (I get wimpy as I get older)&lt;/span&gt;. But it was fun to layout and watch the kids play in the sand. Kjell had fun boogie boarding with his brothers and his best friend Danny. Danny and Elaina DeBekies live in Southern California so when ever we are there Kjell makes sure to spend time with them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sorry these pictures are so bad. We forgot our camera and I couldn't let the trip go by without documenting it so we bought a cheap disposable camera and it totally shows in the quality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SH0xSXSu0aI/AAAAAAAAAbY/DOiUIHQjKkQ/s1600-h/19230010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223385334379631010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SH0xSXSu0aI/AAAAAAAAAbY/DOiUIHQjKkQ/s320/19230010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SH0xTVa2lqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/i2W1-Pn3XwY/s1600-h/19230016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223385351056692898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SH0xTVa2lqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/i2W1-Pn3XwY/s320/19230016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at the beach but Matt and Callie, they were off exploring. Drew and Chaz loved playing in the sand. Chaz was covered in it-from head to toe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fun with the cousins and Daddy.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SH0xTuCiN7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/1cBCXGi6z7E/s1600-h/19230014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223385357665580978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SH0xTuCiN7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/1cBCXGi6z7E/s320/19230014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SH0xR8aV1gI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/zf3N8M-XFU0/s1600-h/19230021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223385327163790850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SH0xR8aV1gI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/zf3N8M-XFU0/s320/19230021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SH0xS-u66AI/AAAAAAAAAbg/VbAMFHmKUrI/s1600-h/19230018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223385344966846466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SH0xS-u66AI/AAAAAAAAAbg/VbAMFHmKUrI/s320/19230018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SH01niC0gEI/AAAAAAAAAb4/R-a3bVKfaX4/s1600-h/19230008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223390096089448514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SH01niC0gEI/AAAAAAAAAb4/R-a3bVKfaX4/s320/19230008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This picture is really bad but it's of us at dinner. We went to this really good Thai food place with Kjell's brother Vegor and his wife Errin and Danny and Elaina. The kids were pretty good and the food was great. For dessert my favorite Pinkberry frozen yogurt!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SH02ft4i-gI/AAAAAAAAAcI/TNUWC5B6b8Y/s1600-h/19230004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223391061340256770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SH02ft4i-gI/AAAAAAAAAcI/TNUWC5B6b8Y/s320/19230004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SH02e6w0eaI/AAAAAAAAAcA/on5PHK1kiNc/s1600-h/19230005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223391047617640866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SH02e6w0eaI/AAAAAAAAAcA/on5PHK1kiNc/s320/19230005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SH02gIRrLZI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/zzyuUvOQVwA/s1600-h/19230003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223391068424973714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SH02gIRrLZI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/zzyuUvOQVwA/s320/19230003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We slept at my brother Robbie's in Santa Monica on Saturday night. Sunday morning we woke up and walked to a farmers market for breakfast with Robbie and Laynie. Then we went to the Grove. We wanted to get home at a decent hour so we left around 2. The kids were good on the car ride home. We never have enough time when we are visiting with family it always goes by so fast but we sure had fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-1781754394351582157?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1781754394351582157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=1781754394351582157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/1781754394351582157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/1781754394351582157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of  July'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SH0rbKlrAkI/AAAAAAAAAaw/vndyXqF2ZtY/s72-c/big+fam' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-8227518414750668667</id><published>2008-07-09T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T14:55:59.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Trip</title><content type='html'>We spent almost 2 weeks in Utah in June the 16-27. It was so much fun to see and catch up with friends and just relax. We stayed in Heber but usually ended up in Provo. I drove both ways with the boys and my parents. The kids were pretty good and my parents were really patient with us. We stopped in St. George on the way up and Barstow on the way back to break the trip up. Visiting Utah makes me miss all the fun I had living there. When we moved I never looked back. I didn't feel sad about leaving until I came back to visit. Luckily I plan on visiting more often now that my parents will be back there more. It was so green and beautiful. The kids enjoyed swimming and playing outside. Of course a trip of ours wouldn't be complete without one of the kids having to go to the doctor. Chaz had an ear infection and Strep throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221116935967001058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SHUiMMsWyeI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/TyfLPZnv5uE/s200/From+Jan%27s+Camera+6292008+138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Believe it or not I slept in between these two that night. This was our first night of the trip when we stayed in a hotel in St. George. They wouldn't go to sleep and the next morning when we took this I couldn't get them&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SHUkLJSE2RI/AAAAAAAAAaI/O7E7Rn1wXRA/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221119116894853394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SHUkLJSE2RI/AAAAAAAAAaI/O7E7Rn1wXRA/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to wake up!&lt;br /&gt;Here are the kids hanging around the house playing outside and sleeping with grand&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SHUtlLAL9GI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JoyqCS0G-j4/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221129459637941346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SHUtlLAL9GI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JoyqCS0G-j4/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to spend some time with one of my best friends and former roommates Katie. I met her little boy Quinn for the first time and he is so cute. She was so fun to be around. She was so kind to drive all over to spend time with us and a big help with the kids to. We went to Pizza Factory &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(one of our favorite places to eat Katie loves the bread sticks and the never on Sundae is my favorite dessert anywhere!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chaz enjoyed his first Never on Sundae and we had fun meeting up at Thanksgiving Point. The kids enjoyed some candy while we waited for Katie and Quinn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221131382014979330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SHUvVEalrQI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mP9YSC806AY/s200/DSC02430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SHUwABN6DkI/AAAAAAAAAag/nFirGAnSQIU/s1600-h/From+Jan%27s+Camera+6292008+171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221132119890857538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SHUwABN6DkI/AAAAAAAAAag/nFirGAnSQIU/s200/From+Jan%27s+Camera+6292008+171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also got to see my good friend Leigh and spend time with her and her kids. She just had a baby boy Ian and I enjoyed watching her be such a good mom to her three kids. We went swimming with them and Drew had so much fun playing with Britten and Sarah he was crying when we left. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SHUxI6glHwI/AAAAAAAAAao/i2QgPkrXYAk/s1600-h/From+Jan%27s+Camera+6292008+217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221133372220579586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SHUxI6glHwI/AAAAAAAAAao/i2QgPkrXYAk/s200/From+Jan%27s+Camera+6292008+217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;The trip home we watched movies and talked. Chaz doesn't watch t.v. yet though so it was more difficult to keep him entertained. Looks like my sister will be there in August so I am tempted to make the trip again. &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/7633648658926879861-8227518414750668667?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8227518414750668667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=8227518414750668667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8227518414750668667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8227518414750668667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/utah-trip.html' title='Utah Trip'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SHUiMMsWyeI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/TyfLPZnv5uE/s72-c/From+Jan%27s+Camera+6292008+138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-93111623147906678</id><published>2008-07-01T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:24:00.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGsCtxYN2ZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/iqp0NlV0vHM/s1600-h/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218267578611128722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGsCtxYN2ZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/iqp0NlV0vHM/s200/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGsCIS43TfI/AAAAAAAAAZY/HIpFpC-2BCI/s1600-h/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218266934771404274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGsCIS43TfI/AAAAAAAAAZY/HIpFpC-2BCI/s200/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGsCZcLJdYI/AAAAAAAAAZo/nxa4lxSVd6w/s1600-h/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218267229321786754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGsCZcLJdYI/AAAAAAAAAZo/nxa4lxSVd6w/s200/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218267075750520050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGsCQgE55PI/AAAAAAAAAZg/gb-DTlAl0xQ/s200/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had a special dinner Sunday night with his great grandma Nancy and great aunt Duffy. I cooked Drew's favorite rice pilaf and we ate lemon chicken, a green salad, and corn with it. For dessert we had Cake and ice cream. We let Drew open presents from them and from his Nana and Papa who live in Denver. They are always so good about remembering birthdays and Christmas. Drew's package came on Friday and he was dying to open it the second he saw his name on it. Once he unwrapped it he asked his dad to take it out of the box for him. He loved the gift from them and it kept him occupied for hours. I was able to frost his cake without him standing over my shoulder. Drew also had mail to open from them and his great grandma Kate. He loved getting letters in the mail for him. We appreciate all the wonderful family members and friends who helped us celebrate. I still don't feel old enough to have a four year old!&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/7633648658926879861-93111623147906678?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/93111623147906678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=93111623147906678&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/93111623147906678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/93111623147906678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-dinner.html' title='Sunday Dinner'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGsCtxYN2ZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/iqp0NlV0vHM/s72-c/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-925328386985914313</id><published>2008-07-01T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:11:55.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drew's 4th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGr-Pb7lPII/AAAAAAAAAYo/Qz0l_w-kR34/s1600-h/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218262659411295362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGr-Pb7lPII/AAAAAAAAAYo/Qz0l_w-kR34/s320/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew wanted a pirate cake so I did the best I could with lots of help from my friend Angie. She makes all her cakes and had all the tools I needed. We spent about 3 hours decorating it. Ok maybe there was some talking going on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGr-R0MrHJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/LSW9OdVJwf8/s1600-h/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218262700285172882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGr-R0MrHJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/LSW9OdVJwf8/s320/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before the Pinata was broken&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218262666018793042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGr-P0i7plI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CQSA4qkAf1E/s320/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kjell had to bust it open but as soon as he did all the kids scrambled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGr-SRBZadI/AAAAAAAAAZA/FJd5F-avsoQ/s1600-h/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218262708022503890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGr-SRBZadI/AAAAAAAAAZA/FJd5F-avsoQ/s320/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Singing happy birthday to Drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGr-SxHQKZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/GKPTe9odUEQ/s1600-h/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218262716636998034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGr-SxHQKZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/GKPTe9odUEQ/s320/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218264090853306850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGr_iwd88eI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/vDLcfPON5b4/s320/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Despite wanting a Pirate Party the big hit was Transformers. In the last 3 weeks he has found a new obsession.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-925328386985914313?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/925328386985914313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=925328386985914313&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/925328386985914313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/925328386985914313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/drews-4th-birthday.html' title='Drew&apos;s 4th Birthday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGr-Pb7lPII/AAAAAAAAAYo/Qz0l_w-kR34/s72-c/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-5450892978452774904</id><published>2008-07-01T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:30:58.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirate Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGr8nvjQwiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/eMt4H5UvNVE/s1600-h/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218260877971604002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGr8nvjQwiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/eMt4H5UvNVE/s200/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGr8oJRXLCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/xA2Sp-Q2OHA/s1600-h/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218260884875848738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGr8oJRXLCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/xA2Sp-Q2OHA/s200/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGr8omcaZTI/AAAAAAAAAYg/M39Zk-_XdGU/s1600-h/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218260892706825522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGr8omcaZTI/AAAAAAAAAYg/M39Zk-_XdGU/s200/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was Drew's fourth birthday. Sunday we celebrated by having a family dinner and Monday, on his birthday, he had a pirate party. While we were getting ready for his birthday dinner Sunday I was telling him how the next day was his party and asking him if he was excited. His response was" yeah I am excited but just don't ruin it this year." I was totally offended. I asked him what he was talking about, how could I ruin his party... it was because of me he was even having a party. And then he reminded me of how the year before at his Thomas the Train party I used the wrong candle and that ruined his party. I could not believe that first of all he remember this and second of all that he would say it ruined his party. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so I lost the Thomas the Train candle and had to use regular ones big deal. I told him he was ungrateful. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;responded&lt;/span&gt; by telling me "just don't ruin my pirate party". I did my best and think I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;succeeded&lt;/span&gt; this year. I don't know though I might have to wait till next year to find out. My friend Marilyn may have saved me by coming over early to help set up and get me ice! Whew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-5450892978452774904?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5450892978452774904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=5450892978452774904&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5450892978452774904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5450892978452774904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/pirate-party.html' title='Pirate Party'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGr8nvjQwiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/eMt4H5UvNVE/s72-c/Drew%27s+4th+Birthday+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-5634988334502523181</id><published>2008-06-24T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T00:51:42.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working From Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGiQeBNe8yI/AAAAAAAAAYI/TnATav_hZEQ/s1600-h/From+Jan%27s+Camera+6292008+162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217579013704184610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGiQeBNe8yI/AAAAAAAAAYI/TnATav_hZEQ/s320/From+Jan%27s+Camera+6292008+162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As many of you know I work from home. For those that don't know I am a Wellness Manager for a company called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eHealthCompete&lt;/span&gt;. We run wellness challenges for companies. These challenges are usually based around competition and the employees usually compete for prizes or bonuses. I have been working for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eHealthCompete&lt;/span&gt; for almost 3 years. I enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;researching&lt;/span&gt; for the newsletters I write the most because I am constantly learning new things. The company is based in Utah and while my family was here (in Utah) this past week I had the opportunity to have dinner with my boss and his family. His wife being a mother of three asked how I found the time to work. It's a question that has been asked many times, I even wonder how it gets done sometimes when life gets hectic. So in response to her question I took this photo the other day to show everyone what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; doing while I am working. It takes me about 3 hours to do an hours worth of work with all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;interruptions&lt;/span&gt; and I am usually doing most of my work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; so clients don't here the children in the back ground. Drew is pretty good about it. And to tell the truth I get most of the work I do done when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; is around to watch the kids like on Saturdays or in the evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-5634988334502523181?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5634988334502523181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=5634988334502523181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5634988334502523181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5634988334502523181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/working-from-home.html' title='Working From Home'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SGiQeBNe8yI/AAAAAAAAAYI/TnATav_hZEQ/s72-c/From+Jan%27s+Camera+6292008+162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-548569977523737947</id><published>2008-06-17T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:44:00.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Saturday night one of my best friends from high school got married. It was neat to see her so happy. Sarah looked beautiful. Another of my best friends Shana was in her line. Seeing them both and catching up with them has me thinking and reminiscing. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213105949808279810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SFisPbrMQQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DJIU4KeUC1A/s320/Recent+pics+June+08+136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One day in high school we were over at Sarah’s house. For some reason we decided to make predictions about our future. Who would get married first, what we would be doing in 10 years. The plan was to keep it some where &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(like a time capsule)&lt;/span&gt; and open it up in 10 years to see if any of the predictions came true. From what I can remember none of them have, we all strayed from our big high school plans. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school these girls were my life. We were together all day at school and then on the phone all night (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if we weren’t at each other’s home).&lt;/span&gt; We all had other friends that we would spend time with and there were periods of times when we weren’t as close but in the end we always became close again. When I left for college I was so sad to say good bye. Making friends in college was different for me. It didn’t come as naturally, like I felt my other friendships had. I think part of this was because BYU is so big and it’s difficult to make friends in classes where there are hundreds of people in attendance. Also it felt like they didn’t really know me. It took time to make friends where as with Shana we had been friends since junior high and she knew everything about me. One day we didn’t know each other-the next we were best friends. Luckily I made some wonderful friends living in the dorms and through wards at BYU, some who to this day I would still call best friends, it was just different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even now as an adult I find it difficult to make new friends. Especially since I am a stay at home mom. Luckily I have the women in my mom's group who I have become close to. Some of these friendships came naturally (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like high school&lt;/span&gt;) and some were more difficult to cultivate but all are worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I miss the friendships I had in high school but feel this wall between me and these girls. We all have very different lives and even though we live in the same town I see them maybe once a year. I think we saw each other more when I lived away and would call them when I was home visiting. I feel like even though we have all this history we don’t really know each other anymore and this is what makes me the most sad. Sarah has been with her husband know for about 5 years and I don’t know him at all. I think I have seen him maybe 3 times. I see Shana’s mom and aunt more than I see Shana (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because we run into each other at the store)&lt;/span&gt;. At least we have continued to support each other though. I try to call all my friends on their birthdays. Shana showed up at the hospital the day Chaz was born which meant so much to me. And Sarah brought Chaz a present for his first birthday even though she couldn’t make it to the party. Yes these are small gestures but they meant a lot because of the effort they were making to let me know they care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Dallas and Sarah I hope they are very happy and I hope he takes care of my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-548569977523737947?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/548569977523737947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=548569977523737947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/548569977523737947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/548569977523737947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SFisPbrMQQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DJIU4KeUC1A/s72-c/Recent+pics+June+08+136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-4644647232245639754</id><published>2008-06-15T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:02:19.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SFVmO_-gVQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/AbVNblh5hLM/s1600-h/Recent+pics+June+08+121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212184551629018370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SFVmO_-gVQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/AbVNblh5hLM/s320/Recent+pics+June+08+121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday I took my boys and went with some friends and their kids &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(7 mom's and 15 children in total) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hanford&lt;/span&gt;. We rode the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Amtrak&lt;/span&gt; Train there and back. We spent the day walking around the town playing at the park, we had lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;, and of course had ice cream at Superior Dairy. I was so tired when we got home but it was such a fun day. I enjoyed talking with the other mom's and watching my kids play. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212184113187077106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SFVl1epzO_I/AAAAAAAAAXY/7jtL8apaBmY/s320/Recent+pics+June+08+124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SFVlgxmfb-I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/rmUNEBPjCGw/s1600-h/Recent+pics+June+08+123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212183757496217570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SFVlgxmfb-I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/rmUNEBPjCGw/s320/Recent+pics+June+08+123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SFVmvwtxfII/AAAAAAAAAXs/bh_Yv7t76Ck/s1600-h/grad_022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212185114467990658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SFVmvwtxfII/AAAAAAAAAXs/bh_Yv7t76Ck/s320/grad_022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-4644647232245639754?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4644647232245639754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=4644647232245639754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/4644647232245639754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/4644647232245639754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/train-trip.html' title='Train Trip'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SFVmO_-gVQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/AbVNblh5hLM/s72-c/Recent+pics+June+08+121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-7967176021778990967</id><published>2008-06-13T16:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:46:44.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SFMGnlSW6mI/AAAAAAAAAWg/18xPEpEKLW8/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211516470891571810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SFMGnlSW6mI/AAAAAAAAAWg/18xPEpEKLW8/s320/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well my mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; did it, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;retired&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday was her last day of teaching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;. For years she has been saying that it would be her last year and for some reason this year she stuck with it. I think it's because her friend Marilyn Lambert is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;retiring&lt;/span&gt; as well. They have been teaching together for the last few years and she was one of the last of my mom's close friends who still taught with her at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Forkner&lt;/span&gt;. Today she had a sale. She sold all of her things she has purchased over the last 20 years. My friends and I went in a took books and games and whatever else we could use for our co-op preschool next year. I keep asking her if she's sad but she says no. Everyone always asks her what she's going to do now and I hear how she's going to travel, spend time with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;, and do whatever she wants. I bet I will see her less now that she's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;retired&lt;/span&gt;. Here is a pic of her and Marilyn at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;retirement&lt;/span&gt; party we went to for them. I am excited for my mom and believe she deserves to enjoy this next phase of her life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-7967176021778990967?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7967176021778990967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=7967176021778990967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/7967176021778990967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/7967176021778990967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SFMGnlSW6mI/AAAAAAAAAWg/18xPEpEKLW8/s72-c/DSC00078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-8526990733808270506</id><published>2008-06-09T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:34:17.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaz's First Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SFL7Xy6Id7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/g1T-L5O8-4E/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211504105042245554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SFL7Xy6Id7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/g1T-L5O8-4E/s320/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SFL7YaBMkzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ECybDJEE4_c/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211504115540857650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SFL7YaBMkzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ECybDJEE4_c/s320/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SFL7YwsXeqI/AAAAAAAAAWY/sKgdLrxvMEM/s1600-h/DSC00126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211504121627507362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SFL7YwsXeqI/AAAAAAAAAWY/sKgdLrxvMEM/s320/DSC00126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Wednesday I took the boys to get them haircuts. As usual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; was better than Drew. He let the lady cut his hair while he sat there quietly. Drew complained the whole time and shook his head when she tried to come near him with the clippers. I am glad we did it though I think they look much better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-8526990733808270506?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8526990733808270506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=8526990733808270506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8526990733808270506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8526990733808270506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/chazs-first-haircut.html' title='Chaz&apos;s First Haircut'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SFL7Xy6Id7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/g1T-L5O8-4E/s72-c/DSC00121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-5077014048244038186</id><published>2008-06-01T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:43:34.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SENrBlGAp8I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GDzvrXLVRZ4/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207123269051787202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SENrBlGAp8I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GDzvrXLVRZ4/s320/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SENrCMjdhlI/AAAAAAAAAV4/DkXJGZJQpNE/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207123279644296786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SENrCMjdhlI/AAAAAAAAAV4/DkXJGZJQpNE/s320/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SENrCwJP03I/AAAAAAAAAWA/4lrptO74bfQ/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207123289198023538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SENrCwJP03I/AAAAAAAAAWA/4lrptO74bfQ/s320/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to San Fransisco for the weekend to my brother's who lives in Half Moon Bay, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;about 30 min. south of the city&lt;/span&gt;. Two of my nephews had special birthdays in our religion so we went over to help celebrate and participate in their ordinations. The oldest Thomas turned 14 and the next Tucker turned 12. My mom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; Madison, our kids, and I went to the city on Saturday. We started at Union Square but everyone but me got tired of shopping after an hour. So my mom and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; took the kids on the cable cars and headed to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wharf&lt;/span&gt;. I was sad to miss out but enjoyed the time I had to go shopping by myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SENrBN-6TZI/AAAAAAAAAVo/saiBVcFEnqI/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207123262847995282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SENrBN-6TZI/AAAAAAAAAVo/saiBVcFEnqI/s320/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SENrBN-6TZI/AAAAAAAAAVo/saiBVcFEnqI/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday we all went to see Indiana Jones. At the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;theater&lt;/span&gt; they had some fun promotional displays. Drew had to have his picture taken fighting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt; Panda. He and his friend are so excited for this movie to come out, they have been talking about it for months. I think Drew looks a little uncomfortable in his "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt;" move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-5077014048244038186?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5077014048244038186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=5077014048244038186&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5077014048244038186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5077014048244038186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SENrBlGAp8I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GDzvrXLVRZ4/s72-c/DSC00066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-8115479967423353307</id><published>2008-06-01T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:02:07.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ball Game</title><content type='html'>My friends had some extra tickets to a Fresno Grizzlies Baseball game. They are the triple A Affiliate for the San Fransisco Giants. We had a lot of fun, the kids loved the bounce house &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not what I expected to be doing at a baseball game)&lt;/span&gt; and the food. I enjoyed kicking back with my family and watching the game. Thanks Smiths!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SENhvzU6ndI/AAAAAAAAAVA/fqpVy5OFz6g/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207113068030107090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SENhvzU6ndI/AAAAAAAAAVA/fqpVy5OFz6g/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207112090811259122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SENg265yWPI/AAAAAAAAAUw/-VeGqg5ePYo/s320/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207112079635695746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SENg2RRUyII/AAAAAAAAAUo/HHBO576CUBE/s320/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207112102035771042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SENg3kt6zqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/8n0ZITQF_70/s320/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-8115479967423353307?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8115479967423353307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=8115479967423353307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8115479967423353307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8115479967423353307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/ball-game.html' title='Ball Game'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SENhvzU6ndI/AAAAAAAAAVA/fqpVy5OFz6g/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-8102521321534310876</id><published>2008-05-28T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T16:52:30.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaz's 1 year Stats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SD3tIXlTUvI/AAAAAAAAATk/Erl8MZjuyDE/s1600-h/DSC_1032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205577472335368946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SD3tIXlTUvI/AAAAAAAAATk/Erl8MZjuyDE/s320/DSC_1032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  So for all of you who have just been dying to know here are a few of Chaz's 1 year stats.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SD3jm3lTUtI/AAAAAAAAATU/2SmOqQPNtuw/s1600-h/DSC_1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SD3tJHlTUwI/AAAAAAAAATs/_mfhELQpSjg/s1600-h/DSC_1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205577485220270850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SD3tJHlTUwI/AAAAAAAAATs/_mfhELQpSjg/s320/DSC_1066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaz is 20.4 lbs. and 29 inches Tall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SD3jnHlTUuI/AAAAAAAAATc/0te0AojtTKQ/s1600-h/DSC_1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is walking and he says a few words. Dada, moma, and Stop it. I guess I tell my boys to stop it a lot but atleast it's not no. Chaz adores Drew still and anytime Drew shows him any attention Chaz is thrilled. Chaz loves to blow raspberries on my tummy, he thinks he's really cute. He has a bad temper though and I can already tell he's very stubborn. Dispite his temper he is a really happy baby and we have loved watching him grow and change this past year. He's a momas &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SD3uM3lTU2I/AAAAAAAAAUc/S52kbQFfFPA/s1600-h/DSC_1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205578649156408162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SD3uM3lTU2I/AAAAAAAAAUc/S52kbQFfFPA/s320/DSC_1057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;boy most of the time but he's all smiles f&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SD3uBnlTUzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/5cH3D1e7eYs/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205578455882879794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SD3uBnlTUzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/5cH3D1e7eYs/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or Kjell when he comes home from work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chaz loves to be outside and in the mud! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SD3uB3lTU0I/AAAAAAAAAUM/P8ioWLaZrDY/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205578460177847106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="361" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SD3uB3lTU0I/AAAAAAAAAUM/P8ioWLaZrDY/s320/DSC00010.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SD3uB3lTU0I/AAAAAAAAAUM/P8ioWLaZrDY/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He loves making messes and showing off. He has figured out that when someone is behind the camera it's time for him to smile. When we put glasses on him he loves the attention we all give him by laughing at him and he laughs right along with us. We call him Harry Potter Baby. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SD3uA3lTUyI/AAAAAAAAAT8/XGvGQAV0Ws4/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205578442997977890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SD3uA3lTUyI/AAAAAAAAAT8/XGvGQAV0Ws4/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SD3uCnlTU1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/MU5v3LNqZeY/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205578473062749010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SD3uCnlTU1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/MU5v3LNqZeY/s320/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-8102521321534310876?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8102521321534310876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=8102521321534310876&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8102521321534310876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8102521321534310876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/chazs-1-year-stats.html' title='Chaz&apos;s 1 year Stats'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SD3tIXlTUvI/AAAAAAAAATk/Erl8MZjuyDE/s72-c/DSC_1032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-9173051192230929359</id><published>2008-05-21T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T17:03:46.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaz's First Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS38GX5E8I/AAAAAAAAASw/QCFzN9VY5LY/s1600-h/DSC_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202985712650621890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS38GX5E8I/AAAAAAAAASw/QCFzN9VY5LY/s400/DSC_0973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a party for Chaz on Saturday, even though he didn't turn one officially until today(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I will post stats later)&lt;/span&gt;. We had so much fun celebrating with friends and family. I can't believe my baby is ONE! Well time for another I guess, now if I could only convince Kjell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-9173051192230929359?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9173051192230929359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=9173051192230929359&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/9173051192230929359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/9173051192230929359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/chazs-first-birthday-party.html' title='Chaz&apos;s First Birthday Party'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS38GX5E8I/AAAAAAAAASw/QCFzN9VY5LY/s72-c/DSC_0973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-1238748896103816678</id><published>2008-05-21T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:54:26.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowing Out Candles and Birthday Cake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS1v2X5E2I/AAAAAAAAASA/FJ6w_8iM8Go/s1600-h/DSC_0998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202983303173968738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS1v2X5E2I/AAAAAAAAASA/FJ6w_8iM8Go/s200/DSC_0998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS1wWX5E3I/AAAAAAAAASI/qw7jwhcO8t0/s1600-h/DSC_1003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202983311763903346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS1wWX5E3I/AAAAAAAAASI/qw7jwhcO8t0/s200/DSC_1003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS1wmX5E4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/qb-5CKzOcA8/s1600-h/DSC_1007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202983316058870658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS1wmX5E4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/qb-5CKzOcA8/s200/DSC_1007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS1w2X5E5I/AAAAAAAAASY/ar87vfnn78Q/s1600-h/DSC_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202983320353837970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS1w2X5E5I/AAAAAAAAASY/ar87vfnn78Q/s200/DSC_1006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS1xWX5E6I/AAAAAAAAASg/eCifwySRHwQ/s1600-h/DSC_1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202983328943772578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS1xWX5E6I/AAAAAAAAASg/eCifwySRHwQ/s200/DSC_1009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS0j2X5E0I/AAAAAAAAARw/IiNNpPHxzk4/s1600-h/DSC_0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202981997503910722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS0j2X5E0I/AAAAAAAAARw/IiNNpPHxzk4/s200/DSC_0989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS0kWX5E1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/eCcWO2PLFlA/s1600-h/DSC_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202982006093845330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS0kWX5E1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/eCcWO2PLFlA/s200/DSC_0992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS0WWX5EzI/AAAAAAAAARo/fS0Uy6xkA-Y/s1600-h/DSC_0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202981765575676722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS0WWX5EzI/AAAAAAAAARo/fS0Uy6xkA-Y/s200/DSC_0985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/7633648658926879861-1238748896103816678?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1238748896103816678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=1238748896103816678&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/1238748896103816678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/1238748896103816678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/blowing-out-candles-and-birthday-cake.html' title='Blowing Out Candles and Birthday Cake!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS1v2X5E2I/AAAAAAAAASA/FJ6w_8iM8Go/s72-c/DSC_0998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-4218123760698561044</id><published>2008-05-21T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:41:40.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDSzNGX5ExI/AAAAAAAAARY/qgSiUzQhMUQ/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDSzNGX5ExI/AAAAAAAAARY/qgSiUzQhMUQ/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so hot on Saturday I think everyone was happy to go swimming! Here are some pictures of the friends and family who came to help us celebrate!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-4218123760698561044?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4218123760698561044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=4218123760698561044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/4218123760698561044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/4218123760698561044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/friends-and-family.html' title='Friends and Family'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDSzNGX5ExI/AAAAAAAAARY/qgSiUzQhMUQ/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-788429435093730031</id><published>2008-05-21T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T17:10:09.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDSxjmX5EwI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wPPu9VR61oE/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDSxjmX5EwI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wPPu9VR61oE/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the food and decorations, we went with an animal theme. My friend Angie let me borrow her Cupcake cake pan for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chaz's&lt;/span&gt; cake. My friends and family helped me so much with ideas, decorations, cleaning, and taking my kids so I could get it all together. I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt; to have such good friends and family thank you all!! &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-788429435093730031?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/788429435093730031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=788429435093730031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/788429435093730031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/788429435093730031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/party.html' title='The Party'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDSxjmX5EwI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wPPu9VR61oE/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-5731184219516407718</id><published>2008-05-20T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:56:37.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS2gmX5E7I/AAAAAAAAASo/Elv_X4811LY/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202984140692591538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS2gmX5E7I/AAAAAAAAASo/Elv_X4811LY/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chaz got lots of great gifts but I think Drew had more fun opening the presents! &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/7633648658926879861-5731184219516407718?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5731184219516407718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=5731184219516407718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5731184219516407718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5731184219516407718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/opening-presents.html' title='Opening Presents'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SDS2gmX5E7I/AAAAAAAAASo/Elv_X4811LY/s72-c/collage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-4661209452901567977</id><published>2008-05-08T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:38:17.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Truck</title><content type='html'>The Fresno Firemen came to Drew's preschool today and the kids had such a great time learning from them. They taught them how to stop, drop, and roll. Teacher Jodie even got to put on the fireman's suit!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198151054038394018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SCOK17jH5KI/AAAAAAAAAPA/gm5q9WansXo/s320/232323232%257Ffp43237%253Enu%253D3235%253E7%253B4%253E6%253A8%253EWSNRCG%253D32334288%253B4726nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SCONcrjH5UI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oB18L04QHfU/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp4323%253B%253Enu%253D3235%253E7%253B4%253E6%253A8%253EWSNRCG%253D32334288%253A%253B46%253Bnu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198153918781580610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SCONcrjH5UI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oB18L04QHfU/s200/232323232%257Ffp4323%253B%253Enu%253D3235%253E7%253B4%253E6%253A8%253EWSNRCG%253D32334288%253A%253B46%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SCOOyLjH5VI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KQ6_x0ztc5s/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp43236%253Enu%253D3235%253E7%253B4%253E6%253A8%253EWSNRCG%253D32334288%253A%253B52%253Anu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198155387660395858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SCOOyLjH5VI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KQ6_x0ztc5s/s200/232323232%257Ffp43236%253Enu%253D3235%253E7%253B4%253E6%253A8%253EWSNRCG%253D32334288%253A%253B52%253Anu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198153038313284914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SCOMpbjH5TI/AAAAAAAAAQI/abWe704_BKQ/s320/232323232%257Ffp43235%253Enu%253D3235%253E7%253B4%253E6%253A8%253EWSNRCG%253D32334288%253B465%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Drew looks like a pro to me but as we drove home when I asked if he wanted to be a fireman when he grows up he assured me he still wants to be Captain Jack Sparrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-4661209452901567977?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4661209452901567977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=4661209452901567977&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/4661209452901567977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/4661209452901567977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/fire-truck.html' title='Fire Truck'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SCOK17jH5KI/AAAAAAAAAPA/gm5q9WansXo/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp43237%253Enu%253D3235%253E7%253B4%253E6%253A8%253EWSNRCG%253D32334288%253B4726nu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-5323787936357996219</id><published>2008-05-04T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:46:12.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Luncheon</title><content type='html'>So my sister gave me this great idea, to throw a lunch for my friends to celebrate being moms. I had lots of fun planning, I love doing parties! (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; teases about the time and money I spend, plus the help h&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SB3tzG0UgeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/iTDcSMSe-Vw/s1600-h/DSC00978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196571007314592226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SB3tzG0UgeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/iTDcSMSe-Vw/s200/DSC00978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e always ends up giving) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;I tried to make it simple. We just had a lite lunch and some fancy desserts. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; for making your creme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;brulee&lt;/span&gt; everybody loved it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I also want to thank everyone who helped me including Becky for all the ideas and recipes. I wanted to share some quotes with my friends about mothers and how much I love and appreciate them in my life because of the example they are to me and the support they all give me. I also gave out the booklet "In The Arms Of His Love". &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Thanks for picking it up Marilyn)&lt;/span&gt;It's a talk given by President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hinckley&lt;/span&gt;. It's about Relief Society and how as women we should support each other, offer service, sacrifice, and love. Here are a few of my favorite Quotes that I shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You have walked the sometimes painful, sometimes joyous path of parenthood. You have walked hand in hand with God in the great process of bringing children into the world that they might experience this estate along the road of immortality and eternal life. It has not been easy rearing a family. Most of you have had to sacrifice and skimp and labor night and day. As I think of you and your circumstances, I think of the words of Anne Campbell, who wrote as she looked upon her children:You are the trip I did not take;You are the pearls I cannot buy;You are my blue Italian lake;You are my piece of foreign sky.("To My Child," quoted in Charles L. Wallis, ed., The Treasure Chest [1965], 54)You sisters are the real builders of the nation wherever you live, for you have created homes of strength and peace and security. These become the very sinew of any nation." -Gordon B. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hinckley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you try your best to be the best parent you can be, you will have done all that a human being can do and all that God expects you to do."There are some lines attributed to Victor Hugo which read:"'She broke the bread into two fragments and gave them to her children, who ate with eagerness."'She hath kept none for herself,' grumbled the sergeant."'Because she is not hungry,' said a soldier."'No,' said the sergeant, 'because she is a mother.'" - Jeffrey R. Holland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She who bears the title to that sweetest word ever lisped by human lips, that most loved, most sacred appellation ever coined in speech, that holy, precious word—Mother.... Especially is this so when she who bears this sacred title is herself as sweet and clean and pure as the very spirits which quicken the bodies of the living souls which she brings into the world. When Mother is good, she is better than gold or precious gems! When she is as true as the fixed stars and as clear as the moon and as bright as the sun, the highest type of motherhood!" — Joseph Fielding Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Like the woman who anonymously, meekly, perhaps even with hesitation and some embarrassment, fought her way through the crowd just to touch the hem of the Master's garment, so Christ will say to the women who worry and wonder and sometimes weep over their responsibility as mothers, "Daughter, be of good comfort; thy faith hath made thee whole."12 And it will make your children whole as well." — Jeffrey R. Holland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for coming, we missed you all who couldn't make it! I also want to thank all of the husbands who put up with me harassing them to write letters that I could give to their wives and watching the children so we could have a break. I might make it an annual event but that might take some convincing of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196572759661249010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SB3vZG0UgfI/AAAAAAAAAO4/5G1gxizbh6E/s320/DSCF5076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-5323787936357996219?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5323787936357996219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=5323787936357996219&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5323787936357996219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5323787936357996219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-luncheon.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Luncheon'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SB3tzG0UgeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/iTDcSMSe-Vw/s72-c/DSC00978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-8850197294908590788</id><published>2008-04-30T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:22:11.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Drew is playing t-ball this year with a city leauge for children 3 and 4. Here are some pics. from his game on Saturday. Don't let them fool you though unlike the soccor league he likes playing t-ball.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SBju-20UgbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/8tFFlz-e4_E/s1600-h/DSC00960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195164933806129586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SBju-20UgbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/8tFFlz-e4_E/s320/DSC00960.JPG" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew played first base. He's a natural! I think he stood there like this with his glove on his head for about 20 minutes. The kids behind him are actually on the base. When he wasn't looking alive for the next batter he stood there undoing the knots on his glove.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SBju_G0UgcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/G2eM_65a_h8/s1600-h/DSC00961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195164938101096898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SBju_G0UgcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/G2eM_65a_h8/s320/DSC00961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the kids are up to bat they get 5 slow pitches and then if they can't hit them they pull out the tee. Drew had never been pitched to before but was able to get a hit off of the tee. Kjell and I had fun watching him and laughing with the other parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-8850197294908590788?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8850197294908590788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=8850197294908590788&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8850197294908590788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8850197294908590788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/t-ball.html' title='T-Ball'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SBju-20UgbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/8tFFlz-e4_E/s72-c/DSC00960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-3351897925545339851</id><published>2008-04-17T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:19:30.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky's Visit</title><content type='html'>We always have so much fun when Becky and her girls come to visit. I don't know who was more sad to see them go, me or Drew. Today he has been so bored without his 2 live-in playmates I can't seem to keep him entertained. As Cate and Lauren were packing their stuff Drew decided he was going with them. He packed his backpack and even remembered to pack his toothbrush and toothpaste. Cate informed me that it was o.k. with her mom if it was o.k. with me. When I told them I didn't have money to pay for a plane ticket Lauren chimed in and said her mommy would pay for it. I said she didn't have the money either and Lauren said yes she does she has all of my daddy's money. I laughed at this and then thought of another excuse as to why Drew couldn't go. They have only been gone 24 hours and already I miss their company. I wish we could all live closer. Drew and I have already started talking about our trip to see them. Here are a few of the fun things we did these past 2 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-3351897925545339851?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3351897925545339851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=3351897925545339851&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3351897925545339851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3351897925545339851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/beckys-visit.html' title='Becky&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-3713223678651690456</id><published>2008-04-17T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:17:09.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip To Superior Dairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SAfoePCkk1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/oH-2fvocI3M/s1600-h/DSC00953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190372701698822994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SAfoePCkk1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/oH-2fvocI3M/s320/DSC00953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SAfoLvCkk0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/S9wQ1EtHv8g/s1600-h/DSC00954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190372383871243074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SAfoLvCkk0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/S9wQ1EtHv8g/s320/DSC00954.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/7633648658926879861-3713223678651690456?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3713223678651690456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=3713223678651690456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3713223678651690456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3713223678651690456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/trip-to-superior-dairy.html' title='Trip To Superior Dairy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SAfoePCkk1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/oH-2fvocI3M/s72-c/DSC00953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-2620040849961667922</id><published>2008-04-17T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:13:42.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SAfnr_CkkzI/AAAAAAAAAN4/htMWbp27i6E/s1600-h/DSC00955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190371838410396466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SAfnr_CkkzI/AAAAAAAAAN4/htMWbp27i6E/s320/DSC00955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SAfnkPCkkyI/AAAAAAAAANw/KZ57HOO8vZw/s1600-h/DSC00950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190371705266410274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SAfnkPCkkyI/AAAAAAAAANw/KZ57HOO8vZw/s320/DSC00950.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/7633648658926879861-2620040849961667922?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2620040849961667922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=2620040849961667922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2620040849961667922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2620040849961667922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/bed-time.html' title='Bed Time'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SAfnr_CkkzI/AAAAAAAAAN4/htMWbp27i6E/s72-c/DSC00955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-5023816214388639636</id><published>2008-04-17T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:08:02.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SAfmYvCkkxI/AAAAAAAAANo/zkS3isVNAWs/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SAfmYvCkkxI/AAAAAAAAANo/zkS3isVNAWs/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-5023816214388639636?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5023816214388639636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=5023816214388639636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5023816214388639636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5023816214388639636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/carnival.html' title='The Carnival'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SAfmYvCkkxI/AAAAAAAAANo/zkS3isVNAWs/s72-c/collage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-455567308099332678</id><published>2008-04-17T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:03:03.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SAflNvCkkvI/AAAAAAAAANU/cMat10yyd6g/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SAflNvCkkvI/AAAAAAAAANU/cMat10yyd6g/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-455567308099332678?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/455567308099332678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=455567308099332678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/455567308099332678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/455567308099332678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/zoo.html' title='The Zoo'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SAflNvCkkvI/AAAAAAAAANU/cMat10yyd6g/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-2168197773188896024</id><published>2008-04-17T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:38:12.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking Sugar Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SAgXkvCkk2I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sd7x7IXM_oA/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190424490414478178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SAgXkvCkk2I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sd7x7IXM_oA/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-2168197773188896024?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2168197773188896024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=2168197773188896024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2168197773188896024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2168197773188896024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/baking-cookies.html' title='Baking Sugar Cookies'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/SAgXkvCkk2I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sd7x7IXM_oA/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-4800342610647997210</id><published>2008-04-11T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:35:23.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bag Tag</title><content type='html'>The Bag Tag&lt;br /&gt;Here is what you do:1. First take a picture of your bag (purse, diaper bag, briefcase) the one you use daily.2. Then empty it out and take a picture of it's contents. No cleaning out first3. "Bag Tag" five people&lt;br /&gt;I tag Stacy, Brooke, Krissy, Becky, and Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my "Bag". It's a diaper bag but I carry it everyday, even if I am not taking my kids. I just keep everything in it so unless I am "going out" I usually dont take the time to switch to a different bag. I have carried it everyday for almost a year now, it's starting to wear out but I still love it!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R_-fZ-ANk5I/AAAAAAAAANE/f_dFFtd3o0Y/s1600-h/DSC00931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188040564243534738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R_-fZ-ANk5I/AAAAAAAAANE/f_dFFtd3o0Y/s320/DSC00931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R_-U2-ANk3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/u_mI6jrkMGg/s1600-h/DSC00930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188028967831835506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R_-U2-ANk3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/u_mI6jrkMGg/s320/DSC00930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had lots of receipts in my bag too but I put them in the back of my planner. It's funny how mom's carry a lot of the same things. My wipes container wasn't in my bag at the time as I left it in the car yesterday but it is usually there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-4800342610647997210?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4800342610647997210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=4800342610647997210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/4800342610647997210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/4800342610647997210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/bag-tag.html' title='Bag Tag'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R_-fZ-ANk5I/AAAAAAAAANE/f_dFFtd3o0Y/s72-c/DSC00931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-8832437401961474601</id><published>2008-04-01T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:36:38.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandma Pedersen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R_Ko-41DhRI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ONpozNRawl8/s1600-h/march+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184391919417132306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R_Ko-41DhRI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ONpozNRawl8/s320/march+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday was Kjell's Grandma's 89th Birthday! We went down to Bakersfield to Celebrate with her. Kjell's Aunt Suzie baked for 2 days and the desserts were amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R_Ko4Y1DhQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/sreG0hOwfzo/s1600-h/march+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184391807747982594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R_Ko4Y1DhQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/sreG0hOwfzo/s320/march+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Papa was there and we had fun talking and playing with him but we sure missed Nana! Drew was very sad when he learned that Nana wasn't going to be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R_KoxY1DhPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3kFFcGbeqdk/s1600-h/march+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184391687488898290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R_KoxY1DhPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3kFFcGbeqdk/s320/march+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R_KohI1DhOI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LxIc5_QMuDs/s1600-h/march+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184391408316024034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R_KohI1DhOI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LxIc5_QMuDs/s320/march+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also got to have dinner at Old Nana Kate's house with more family. We look forward to Kjell's whole family (hopefully) spending the 4th of July in Bakersfield celebrating Old Nana's 85th Birthday. (I think it's her 85th that's what Kjell said first but then said it might be her 82nd.) &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/7633648658926879861-8832437401961474601?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8832437401961474601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=8832437401961474601&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8832437401961474601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8832437401961474601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-grandma-pedersen.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandma Pedersen'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R_Ko-41DhRI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ONpozNRawl8/s72-c/march+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-2263912124016405937</id><published>2008-03-25T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:37:08.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-lwJ41DhJI/AAAAAAAAALc/h02FfZaYRxU/s1600-h/e7b22b5f-f534-11dc-b16c-0019d1689d00w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181796161442514066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-lwJ41DhJI/AAAAAAAAALc/h02FfZaYRxU/s320/e7b22b5f-f534-11dc-b16c-0019d1689d00w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-lv4I1DhII/AAAAAAAAALU/DGRRhOQHiY4/s1600-h/e80a5d81-f534-11dc-b16c-0019d1689d00w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181795856499836034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-lv4I1DhII/AAAAAAAAALU/DGRRhOQHiY4/s320/e80a5d81-f534-11dc-b16c-0019d1689d00w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-lu7I1DhHI/AAAAAAAAALM/phJE63YDK3M/s1600-h/3bb8550f-f535-11dc-b16c-0019d1689d00w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181794808527815794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-lu7I1DhHI/AAAAAAAAALM/phJE63YDK3M/s320/3bb8550f-f535-11dc-b16c-0019d1689d00w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the pictures we took for Easter. Chaz did a really good job but Drew had a difficult time smiling without trying to hard. I don't know how my mom ever got 6 kids to take a good picture together. Luckily we have digital pics now and can cut and paste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-lrqo1DhCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/k1tBrrflnLY/s1600-h/36d4a75d-f535-11dc-b16c-0019d1689d00w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181791226525090850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-lrqo1DhCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/k1tBrrflnLY/s320/36d4a75d-f535-11dc-b16c-0019d1689d00w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-lsfY1DhGI/AAAAAAAAALE/467OvBInnEU/s1600-h/e80a5d81-f534-11dc-b16c-0019d1689d00w.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-lrqo1DhCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/k1tBrrflnLY/s1600-h/36d4a75d-f535-11dc-b16c-0019d1689d00w.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-lrqo1DhCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/k1tBrrflnLY/s1600-h/36d4a75d-f535-11dc-b16c-0019d1689d00w.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-lsfY1DhGI/AAAAAAAAALE/467OvBInnEU/s1600-h/e80a5d81-f534-11dc-b16c-0019d1689d00w.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-lsTI1DhFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ChURDQW7uE4/s1600-h/e7df7cf0-f534-11dc-b16c-0019d1689d00w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181791922309792850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-lsTI1DhFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ChURDQW7uE4/s320/e7df7cf0-f534-11dc-b16c-0019d1689d00w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-2263912124016405937?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2263912124016405937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=2263912124016405937&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2263912124016405937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2263912124016405937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-lwJ41DhJI/AAAAAAAAALc/h02FfZaYRxU/s72-c/e7b22b5f-f534-11dc-b16c-0019d1689d00w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-5889729910406539159</id><published>2008-03-21T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:35:31.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Egg Hunt With Preschool</title><content type='html'>We had so much fun at the park yesterday, I am still recovering today. We had Drew's preschool Easter Egg Hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180305562977666002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-Qkdo1Dg9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/k-A9h0ujv3E/s320/march+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Hunt all the preschoolers were gathered together. Teacher Jodie was explaining &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-QkdI1Dg8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qxuzWmRTOnc/s1600-h/march+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180305554387731394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-QkdI1Dg8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qxuzWmRTOnc/s320/march+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the rules, was anyone listening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-Qm4o1Dg_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/fP5xsUENt6A/s1600-h/march+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180308225857389554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-Qm4o1Dg_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/fP5xsUENt6A/s320/march+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew "hunting" with Braden. He was so excited to find blue eggs because blue is his favorite color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180308238742291458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-Qm5Y1DhAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/NP5OfpeIAoA/s320/march+025.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;We are working on Drew's smile. He has no desire to take pictures so he will either put his hands up by his face and squint or whine. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is much easier to photograph, maybe it's the age. Now that we've had lots of practice I think they're ready for the real deal on Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-5889729910406539159?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5889729910406539159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=5889729910406539159&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5889729910406539159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5889729910406539159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-egg-hunt-with-preschool.html' title='Easter Egg Hunt With Preschool'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-Qkdo1Dg9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/k-A9h0ujv3E/s72-c/march+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-4269319673107201739</id><published>2008-03-20T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:14:39.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sping Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-LRr41Dg3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/8DpRSt9jF7k/s1600-h/march+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179933073348985714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-LRr41Dg3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/8DpRSt9jF7k/s320/march+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-LSko1Dg4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/-Yp24jpR1T0/s1600-h/march+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the zoo again on Tuesday (I bought a pass). I couldn't believe how crowded it was. All the schools are off for spring break and the zoo opened the sting ray exhibit. I am glad to see the zoo so busy but it wasn't fun getting through the crowds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179934280234795922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-LSyI1Dg5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/vsAEKEL2Q7Y/s320/march+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew and Mckenzie were imitating the flamingos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-LTjY1Dg7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/usda6axSkDE/s1600-h/march+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179935126343353266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-LTjY1Dg7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/usda6axSkDE/s320/march+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/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/7633648658926879861-4269319673107201739?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4269319673107201739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=4269319673107201739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/4269319673107201739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/4269319673107201739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/sping-break.html' title='Sping Break'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-LRr41Dg3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/8DpRSt9jF7k/s72-c/march+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-7619495704509669878</id><published>2008-03-20T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:03:37.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-LQS41Dg2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/7PWIZwKIjD4/s1600-h/march+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179931544340628322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-LQS41Dg2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/7PWIZwKIjD4/s320/march+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wore our green rugby shirts for St. Patrick's Day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chaz's&lt;/span&gt; says future Ireland rugby player. Drew asked why we had to wear green. I wasn't sure why for sure so I had to ask around for the answer, Drew is very curious he's keeping me on my toes and he's only 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-7619495704509669878?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7619495704509669878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=7619495704509669878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/7619495704509669878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/7619495704509669878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-LQS41Dg2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/7PWIZwKIjD4/s72-c/march+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-7844160566678453265</id><published>2008-03-18T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T18:56:33.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck E. Cheese's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-BtRHJSdjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/esi5jfnEdAM/s1600-h/feature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179259712219280946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-BtRHJSdjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/esi5jfnEdAM/s320/feature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-Bx3nJSdmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/zK6uYF9XFYU/s1600-h/chuckie+cheese+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179264771690755682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-Bx3nJSdmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/zK6uYF9XFYU/s320/chuckie+cheese+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Chuck E. Cheese for a friends birthday party on Friday. The kids were all good and I got to catch up with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-BvtHJSdlI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_yLRWwwIMN8/s1600-h/chuckie+cheese+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179262392278873682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-BvtHJSdlI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_yLRWwwIMN8/s320/chuckie+cheese+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kjell even got to come on his lunch hour, he works with Spencer's dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew can't wait to drive but everyone else better watch out cause he doesn't pay attentention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-BmFnJSdeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/QJzOnutGiyA/s1600-h/chuckie+cheese+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179251818069390818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-BmFnJSdeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/QJzOnutGiyA/s320/chuckie+cheese+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew and Braden were "helping" Spencer open all his gifts.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-BmGHJSdfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2nG0BvApj8Y/s1600-h/chuckie+cheese+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179251826659325426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-BmGHJSdfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2nG0BvApj8Y/s320/chuckie+cheese+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spencer turned Three!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-A7SnJSddI/AAAAAAAAAH0/b-ElWNAvewQ/s1600-h/chuckie+cheese+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179204762407695826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-A7SnJSddI/AAAAAAAAAH0/b-ElWNAvewQ/s320/chuckie+cheese+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7633648658926879861-7844160566678453265?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7844160566678453265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=7844160566678453265&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/7844160566678453265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/7844160566678453265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/chuck-e-cheeses.html' title='Chuck E. Cheese&apos;s'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R-BtRHJSdjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/esi5jfnEdAM/s72-c/feature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-7511363353830020955</id><published>2008-03-14T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:08:33.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary Activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9qixXJSdXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WgjjQvfYyeg/s1600-h/zoo+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177629690526070130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9qixXJSdXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WgjjQvfYyeg/s200/zoo+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9qhpHJSdWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/q981DODphTg/s1600-h/zoo+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177628449280521570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9qhpHJSdWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/q981DODphTg/s200/zoo+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew's first primary activity was last Saturday. They were acting out Lehi's journey in to the wilderness. When it was Drew's turn to get the plates from Laban he was really funny. There was a man dressed as Laban pretending to sleep and the kids had to sneak behind him and grab the plates. As Drew approached him Laban moved and Drew jumped back quietly. Then he tip-toed around him very sneaky like, grabbed the plates and ran. We were all laughing at him. He gets lots of practice trying to sneak cookies from the kitchen.&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/7633648658926879861-7511363353830020955?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7511363353830020955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=7511363353830020955&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/7511363353830020955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/7511363353830020955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/primary-activity.html' title='Primary Activity'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9qixXJSdXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WgjjQvfYyeg/s72-c/zoo+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-5706280910109557346</id><published>2008-03-14T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T08:57:08.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardening with Grammy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9qgNXJSdVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tZDCaEEnzB8/s1600-h/zoo+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177626873027523922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9qgNXJSdVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tZDCaEEnzB8/s200/zoo+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's that time of year again. My mom has gone to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nursery&lt;/span&gt; and came home with lots of flowers for her and Drew to plant. This year he was actually helpful. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; just played in the dirt but he enjoyed being outside with his brother and Grammy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-5706280910109557346?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5706280910109557346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=5706280910109557346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5706280910109557346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5706280910109557346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/gardening-with-grammy.html' title='Gardening with Grammy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9qgNXJSdVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tZDCaEEnzB8/s72-c/zoo+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-8638058620268833668</id><published>2008-03-13T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T22:27:10.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9teI3JSdZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/z8Wco2SI9Eg/s1600-h/2008_March_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177835702927390098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9teI3JSdZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/z8Wco2SI9Eg/s320/2008_March_012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the Fresno zoo last Friday for a day out in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9n_-3JSdRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/RTp5QGOezGc/s1600-h/zoo+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177450702058976530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9n_-3JSdRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/RTp5QGOezGc/s200/zoo+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9oAUXJSdSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nbeVoPArjLQ/s1600-h/zoo+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177451071426164002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9oAUXJSdSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nbeVoPArjLQ/s200/zoo+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9n9onJSdNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5jQYeVk89ik/s1600-h/zoo+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177448120783631570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9n9onJSdNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5jQYeVk89ik/s200/zoo+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9n-t3JSdPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GvCqkEmCepc/s1600-h/zoo+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177449310489572594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9n-t3JSdPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GvCqkEmCepc/s200/zoo+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew's favorite animal was the Tiger. It was feeding time for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;giraffe&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; couldn't stop watching. We had a lot of fun last Friday I am even trying to talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kjell&lt;/span&gt; into buying a family pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9n9THJSdMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/oYEne4U3plw/s1600-h/zoo+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177447751416444098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9n9THJSdMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/oYEne4U3plw/s200/zoo+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9n-BHJSdOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/j7pYtm5VU18/s1600-h/zoo+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177448541690426594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9n-BHJSdOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/j7pYtm5VU18/s200/zoo+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the babies were good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; was even trying to hold Sadie's hand, I think he has a crush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9n863JSdLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zX1874DPUxw/s1600-h/zoo+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177447334804616370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9n863JSdLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zX1874DPUxw/s200/zoo+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ate lunch before going to see all the animals in the zoo. Drew mostly ate chips and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt; actually liked sitting in the grass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-8638058620268833668?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8638058620268833668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=8638058620268833668&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8638058620268833668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8638058620268833668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/zoo-trip.html' title='Zoo Trip'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9teI3JSdZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/z8Wco2SI9Eg/s72-c/2008_March_012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-2747481243069018082</id><published>2008-03-06T16:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:47:43.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was TAGGED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A: The rules of the game are posted at the beginning.B: Each player answers the questions about themselves.C: At the end of the post, the player then tags 3 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's all you never wanted to know: 10 years ago: I was in the middle of my junior year in High school. I was on the swim team, I swam back stroke and butterfly. I was living in Fresno in the same room I do now actually. I spent most of my time playing around with my friends and trying to get away with ditching school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today:&lt;br /&gt;1. Take Drew to preschool&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy new jeans for Drew as he put a hole in his last "good" pair at the park yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;3. Meet at Drew's new co-op preschool to discuss final details&lt;br /&gt;4. Take car in to have funny noises checked out before warranty expires&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to store for food for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chips&lt;br /&gt;2. Turkey Roll-ups (peppered turkey breast with pepper jack cheese)&lt;br /&gt;3. Candy-peanut m-n-m's, or whatever is around&lt;br /&gt;4. Cookies-oreos, kebler elfs, choc. chip&lt;br /&gt;5. Almonds&lt;br /&gt;Real Healthy huh? And I wonder why I don't lose my baby weight in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would do if I were suddenly made a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pay off my Debt.&lt;br /&gt;2. Build a dream home.&lt;br /&gt;3. Travel, Travel, Travel, see the world and visit friends and family!&lt;br /&gt;3. Give money to family or friends that might be in need&lt;br /&gt;4. Set up College funds for my children&lt;br /&gt;6.Invest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of my bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;1. Procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;2. Drinking Soda&lt;br /&gt;3. yelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;California and Utah are the only places I have lived. Fresno and Provo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs that I have had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nanny for a 12 year-old boy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Jamba Juice&lt;br /&gt;3. The Pizza Factory&lt;br /&gt;4. Tucanos Brazilian Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;5. Carrabba's Italian Grill &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9CPxX_yAkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kPnCYj1R7g0/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174794050266595906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9CPxX_yAkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kPnCYj1R7g0/s320/DSC00325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things people don't know about me:(If people don't know, then why tell?)&lt;br /&gt;1. I work from home as a wellness manager for a company called eHealthCompete.&lt;br /&gt;2. I love to sing, but have a terrible voice!&lt;br /&gt;3. I am thinking of going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love to help others.&lt;br /&gt;5. Kjell and I wanted to get married after only dating for 2 months! Here's a pic of us in 2003, after we were married, it's the oldest digital pic. I could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Parker, Cascia Jolley, and Laura Smith &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-2747481243069018082?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2747481243069018082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=2747481243069018082&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2747481243069018082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/2747481243069018082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-was-tagged.html' title='I was TAGGED'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R9CPxX_yAkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kPnCYj1R7g0/s72-c/DSC00325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-5003789709218287897</id><published>2008-02-26T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T13:07:55.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R8R-cofgqFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-PlHO7UBCYY/s1600-h/Valentines+Day+%2708+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171397302499190866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R8R-cofgqFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-PlHO7UBCYY/s320/Valentines+Day+%2708+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So as we drove into the driveway I asked Drew to look at the blossoms on the trees, I told him they were so pretty. He looked at them and said they look like popcorn! Then I told him that's where we get the song "Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree". The weather here is beautiful and sunny. It's going to be 72 Degrees here on Friday and we are ready for spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R8R924fgqEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tGwp7kSsX7w/s1600-h/Valentines+Day+%2708+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171396653959129154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R8R924fgqEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tGwp7kSsX7w/s320/Valentines+Day+%2708+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R8R9Q4fgqDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/iQCaTD-aCNY/s1600-h/Valentines+Day+%2708+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171396001124100146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R8R9Q4fgqDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/iQCaTD-aCNY/s320/Valentines+Day+%2708+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Drew got his hair cut today. He was very good untill the man started using the clippers. I am sure Kjell is going to get mad at me because it's so short but I think he looks cute and now he won't need another one for the next 6 months!&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/7633648658926879861-5003789709218287897?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5003789709218287897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=5003789709218287897&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5003789709218287897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/5003789709218287897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/popcorn-popping-on-apricot-tree.html' title='Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R8R-cofgqFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-PlHO7UBCYY/s72-c/Valentines+Day+%2708+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-3631219602808281610</id><published>2008-02-14T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:10:05.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7Ud2ofgp8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/PpoiNQK893A/s1600-h/Valentines+Day+%2708+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167068971897235394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7Ud2ofgp8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/PpoiNQK893A/s320/Valentines+Day+%2708+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to dinner at Tahoe Joe's, my mom and my favorite place. My dad gave my mom one rose to represent that she is the only one for him...so romantic. Kjell had given me two earlier so I asked him who the other woman was. Jen watched my kids for me and that was a great gift, a kid free dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167068598235080626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7Udg4fgp7I/AAAAAAAAADI/phhW6cG8L28/s320/Valentines+Day+%2708+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Drew and Chaz in front of our door that they heart-attacked, they did such a good job! (Thanks Jenny that was a really cute idea).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-3631219602808281610?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3631219602808281610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=3631219602808281610&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3631219602808281610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3631219602808281610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7Ud2ofgp8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/PpoiNQK893A/s72-c/Valentines+Day+%2708+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-1387370767472284969</id><published>2008-02-14T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:56:37.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UcU4fgp6I/AAAAAAAAADA/3Ef0BSiMYCM/s1600-h/train+museum+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167067292565022626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UcU4fgp6I/AAAAAAAAADA/3Ef0BSiMYCM/s320/train+museum+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UcFofgp5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/tBFtmo0Ylec/s1600-h/train+museum+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167067030572017554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UcFofgp5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/tBFtmo0Ylec/s320/train+museum+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew loves trains so on the way home from Tahoe my mom and I stopped in Sacramento at the California State Railroad Museum. We didn't get to ride on a train though so we're going to have to go back where the weather is warmer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7Ub-Ifgp4I/AAAAAAAAACw/ysJik2Ghg7c/s1600-h/train+museum+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167066901722998658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7Ub-Ifgp4I/AAAAAAAAACw/ysJik2Ghg7c/s320/train+museum+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UbyYfgp3I/AAAAAAAAACo/N9RM6Rjqzzo/s1600-h/train+museum+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167066699859535730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UbyYfgp3I/AAAAAAAAACo/N9RM6Rjqzzo/s320/train+museum+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew wanted to play with this train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UblIfgp2I/AAAAAAAAACg/Eb6VTMrtbs8/s1600-h/train+museum+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167066472226269026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UblIfgp2I/AAAAAAAAACg/Eb6VTMrtbs8/s320/train+museum+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are at the Train Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UbXYfgp1I/AAAAAAAAACY/AUFDchqu9fc/s1600-h/train+museum+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167066236003067730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UbXYfgp1I/AAAAAAAAACY/AUFDchqu9fc/s320/train+museum+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew loved seeing all the trains but I think he got tired of all the pictures.&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://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UbI4fgp0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/JCPkC7d0a3I/s1600-h/train+museum+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167065986894964546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UbI4fgp0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/JCPkC7d0a3I/s320/train+museum+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7Ua8ofgpzI/AAAAAAAAACI/d36tBaY3gPc/s1600-h/train+museum+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167065776441567026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7Ua8ofgpzI/AAAAAAAAACI/d36tBaY3gPc/s320/train+museum+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma and Drew in the sleeping car. Drew wanted to climb up on the bed but you're not allowed.&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;This is the Dinning car.&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/7633648658926879861-1387370767472284969?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1387370767472284969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=1387370767472284969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/1387370767472284969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/1387370767472284969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/train-museum.html' title='Train Museum'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UcU4fgp6I/AAAAAAAAADA/3Ef0BSiMYCM/s72-c/train+museum+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-3743614625042555390</id><published>2008-02-14T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:18:51.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahoe Trip</title><content type='html'>For our 5 year anniversary my Aunt offered us her house in Lake Tahoe for the weekend for only the cleaning fee. And then my grandma offered to pay the fee so Kjell and I could have a nice getaway. So how could we refuse? We ended up dragging my mom along so we could have a babysitter. It was nice to get dressed up and go out by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UZQ4fgpxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3gh4X4PD4uw/s1600-h/tahoe+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167007197382616658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7Tlq4fgplI/AAAAAAAAAAY/asZ2dngPPNs/s320/tahoe+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaz wasn't sure how he felt about the snowman but he did not like sleddi&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UZQ4fgpxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3gh4X4PD4uw/s1600-h/tahoe+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167063925310662418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UZQ4fgpxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3gh4X4PD4uw/s320/tahoe+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng! It was a fun weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UZQ4fgpxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3gh4X4PD4uw/s1600-h/tahoe+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UZIYfgpwI/AAAAAAAAABw/c5BqtVEfjxU/s1600-h/tahoe+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167063779281774338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UZIYfgpwI/AAAAAAAAABw/c5BqtVEfjxU/s320/tahoe+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kjell and Drew built a snowman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UYuYfgpvI/AAAAAAAAABo/skPIRkOrhm4/s1600-h/tahoe+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167063332605175538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UYuYfgpvI/AAAAAAAAABo/skPIRkOrhm4/s320/tahoe+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew is standing on the "beach". It's covered in snow and people were sleding down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UYbYfgpuI/AAAAAAAAABg/yWaIpTNsIfE/s1600-h/tahoe+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167063006187661026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UYbYfgpuI/AAAAAAAAABg/yWaIpTNsIfE/s320/tahoe+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chaz loved climbing through the table and pulling himself up on the stair railing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UYN4fgptI/AAAAAAAAABY/WYkNHYeVenk/s1600-h/tahoe+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167062774259427026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7UYN4fgptI/AAAAAAAAABY/WYkNHYeVenk/s320/tahoe+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chaz and I went shopping at Heavenly Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7TmJYfgpmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Tmrs054ZjEc/s1600-h/tahoe+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167007721368626786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7TmJYfgpmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Tmrs054ZjEc/s320/tahoe+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drew and Kjell made a place to sled in the back yard. The snow was piled to the roof of the house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-3743614625042555390?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3743614625042555390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=3743614625042555390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3743614625042555390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/3743614625042555390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/tahoe-trip.html' title='Tahoe Trip'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZGZZUAsmNM/R7Tlq4fgplI/AAAAAAAAAAY/asZ2dngPPNs/s72-c/tahoe+2008+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633648658926879861.post-8473818685038407011</id><published>2008-02-10T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T19:20:22.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Behind</title><content type='html'>I know I am a little behind but after reading Blogs of friends and family I decided to create one of my own. My intention is not to brag but to keep friends and family who live far away updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7633648658926879861-8473818685038407011?l=pedersenfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8473818685038407011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7633648658926879861&amp;postID=8473818685038407011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8473818685038407011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633648658926879861/posts/default/8473818685038407011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedersenfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-behind.html' title='A Little Behind'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128241465222114473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
