tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17507189631814014412024-03-04T21:16:36.394-08:00Wilcox FamilyMatthew * Amy * E * L * T * JAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971792243331147250noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750718963181401441.post-53686472373445130712011-09-28T13:57:00.000-07:002011-09-28T13:57:02.257-07:00Rees Kids RaceThis week at E's school they are having red and green ribbon week. Each day of the week they get to do or wear a different thing, for example, on Monday they received a bracelet they have to wear all week to help them remember to be safe (green ribbon) and stay away from drugs (red ribbon).<br />
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On Tuesday, it was hat day, so they were able to wear a hat to school, which is a huge privilege!<br />
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Today, Wednesday they had to wear red and/or green and they were able to participate in a 1-mile fun run (with the permission slips signed, of course!). This is right up E's alley. Did I mention that she ran a 1-mile race in July and took 1st place for her age group, finishing in 8 minutes and 22 seconds? We'll get to that another day.<br />
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So, the boys and I trekked up to the school and Matthew came a bit later to support and cheer on our little runner. E has been so excited about this race, it seems like she has found her niche with running and she knows it. Even her teacher came and hugged me and told me she did well. So, of course, being the crazy video-camera toting momma that I am, I made a video.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyJeXtOU81fARpYuQspLv34NjMePKVBJ2GlAY5g5pe79c9MAmYH3ybpouWpvcmXufpDH74BHr69FuT5yVujaQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971792243331147250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750718963181401441.post-54794206497663797562011-09-28T12:13:00.000-07:002011-09-28T12:13:09.187-07:00June!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg0FbKixPSt4-Qw7A-g8PgTyug8JnXw_0V7Q8hPjjy-70Thev6wE1DZ0gFDw3FpkbX4WeRIbTpvRiHq3_dlGoBwczSQy1xQ8Yw26XJjiaV_EKWCdeHJGUv_f-lF1oOYwDExEj5vTdVlc4/s1600/IMG_0644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg0FbKixPSt4-Qw7A-g8PgTyug8JnXw_0V7Q8hPjjy-70Thev6wE1DZ0gFDw3FpkbX4WeRIbTpvRiHq3_dlGoBwczSQy1xQ8Yw26XJjiaV_EKWCdeHJGUv_f-lF1oOYwDExEj5vTdVlc4/s320/IMG_0644.JPG" width="320" /></a> Oh, there were so many fun things in June! Here in our town there was a Wild West show, and with T as our little cowboy and 1/2 price tickets, we couldn't pass it up. The show was fun, with Buffalo Bill Cody and Annie Oakley characters, and many horses and trick riders. The kids just ate it up! Here is a favorite pic of Matthew with his boys!<br />
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June was a good month to be busy. L attended a preschool during the summer that started in late June and is mainstreamed (gasp! No teachers trained for the deaf?!). She did really well, though we could see some gaping holes that still need to be filled before sending her to school with her hearing peers, she loved the school and the kids and everything. It was a great experience for Matthew and I to see her as well, as the classroom had observation booths where you could watch the kids and they wouldn't know!<br />
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Also, Matthew began a PhD program this summer. (No, he is not finished writing his thesis for the masters degree yet, but hey, its a journey!) So, busy June was great, and then we moved on to a lazy July!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971792243331147250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750718963181401441.post-71365182768414219002011-09-27T19:30:00.000-07:002011-09-27T19:32:45.907-07:00The Family SongIn school L has been learning this super cute song. I love the silly things that each member of the family says (and it is apparent that L's favorite is the sister saying, 'Don't bug me!'). This is a rough video, it was me alone with all four kiddos trying to keep them quiet long enough for her to sing for us.<br />
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This video is a good example of how far she has come in just barely two years as a listening/hearing kid! I put subtitles in so you can know what she is saying, but most of it seems to me to be pretty clear. After she sang, we worked some more on the Grandpa saying, "Eh, speak up!" and the Father saying, "Honey, I'm home" and they both improved dramatically. This was just too much for me not to share! Enjoy and let me know what you think.<br />
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In mid-May the whole family traveled to Eastern Idaho for the M.A.D. Marathon which was to raise money and awareness for the Olive Osmond Perpetual Hearing Fund. E and I ran the 5k in 37 or so minutes - she is only 7 years old!!!! She is an amazing girl, with so much motivation and drive, especially when running. That just seems to be her passion, she excels at it and enjoys it. For the event, we made t-shirts for several people in the family, black shirts with the words, "I'm M.A.D. for my _______" with an ASL I love you hand drawn next to it. In the blank, depending on whose shirt it is, it would say daughter, sister, granddaughter, niece, me!<br />
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It was so weird waiting for the race to start, I was so proud of E and because of L this event was so close to everything we do in our family everyday, it was difficult not to just let the tears flow. What a blessing it was to be part of this great day!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971792243331147250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750718963181401441.post-81093483873248781502011-09-19T13:29:00.000-07:002011-09-19T13:29:18.326-07:00Catch - UpOh no, I've done it again and left this completely alone for MONTHS! How could I be so careless (let's call it being the mom of four kids, ages 7, 5, 3, and 1!) Well, I'm back, and will attempt to do a little catch-up for the next few days. Starting with where we left off. . .<br />
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</tbody></table>As I looked through the photos from March of this year forward, here are some from April that brought back memories. The boys and I thoroughly enjoyed having time just to go and play while the girls were at school. Especially in April, when everything starts to thaw, and there is the itch to just get out and play, so we were always going to the park (it was still cold just look at those noses!), playing outside in the pile of dirt left behind by the cable guys, and any other excuse to get out of the house!<br />
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I love the girls, but it is so fun to have the boys together. Our family couldn't be more perfect with the girls together and the boys together. It is fun to see them all be friends and enjoy one another, although I know that in time there will be the sibling spats.<br />
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T is so funny with that red cowboy hat. He calls himself Cowboy T, and even snuck it on into church one day - the Bishop had to remind us to take it off before the meeting started! I guess M and I have just become so accustomed to seeing it on his head we didn't even notice!<br />
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J is all over the place. He is so tipsy as he is just learning to walk, that whenever we go outside he is covered in mud. Ah, springtime where everything is always wet outside!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971792243331147250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750718963181401441.post-81719965112603206922011-03-11T11:59:00.000-08:002011-03-11T11:59:55.079-08:00What a Week!!!!!So, this week was going to be so productive and yet not too busy, but I should know better than to make those kind of plans! E was sick on Saturday last week, so we went to see the doctor to rule out strep, lucky us it was a virus, but she continued to improve after that. Sunday was uneventful as far as sickness go, all the family seemed to be on the mend from various ailments. All we had to do was wait until Monday . . .<br />
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T woke up Monday morning with a cough, nothing serious, but enough I could tell he didn't feel well. He continued to get worse through the day, but wasn't having any trouble breathing or eating, so I just chalked it up to a cold. After dinner, and before bedtime stories, though, things started moving fast. We all read books in the bathroom with the shower going and the door closed to try and help him through a coughing fit, and he seemed to be good to go. He went to bed at about 7:30pm, with the humidifier in the room and fell asleep in record time. Whew, a good night's rest is just what he needed!<br />
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Then, at about 9:25pm, he was awake, crying, and struggling, really struggling, to breathe. I called the doctor and drove to Orem to get T checked (thank goodness they are open until 10pm!). When we arrived, T was in trouble, he couldn't get enough air and was grasping at his throat trying to say, "Mommy, mommy." The doctor called the ambulance and we started the breathing treatments and gave T a steroid shot while we waited. He was no better after the first treatment, and was still struggling, so he got another one. Just as that finished the ambulance arrived and T started to improve, but he wasn't well enough to go home . . .<br />
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Here he is, on the stretcher, waiting to go to the ambulance. T was not excited about this, other than the fact he might get to hear the sirens. He was asking, "Where's my ambulance mom?" The two paramedics who were there for him were just wonderful, thank you Brian and Jeff!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMdY9guzux9YaDr0n9mRKtYHGBIspbrAvirGad-BrGKBcMwGg4ZoAEw5MTFtEAACn65j68pSvmMqRj7f3iEZbre8YyG9JVompsp2p6IPjU4Am64WrlHxfjs0czjqvZblJihimKKGwVUVM/s1600/IMG_0112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMdY9guzux9YaDr0n9mRKtYHGBIspbrAvirGad-BrGKBcMwGg4ZoAEw5MTFtEAACn65j68pSvmMqRj7f3iEZbre8YyG9JVompsp2p6IPjU4Am64WrlHxfjs0czjqvZblJihimKKGwVUVM/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">First, the kiddos and I went to Logan for an appointment for L and then on to Idaho to visit my family. E went with her grandparents to see her cousin be baptized, and L, T and J stayed with me to spend time with "Aunt T." We had a wonderful time, just chilling with my sister and the kids (I missed E terribly though). We went to see Tangled - such a fun movie! J was super funny though, and I kept finding him eating the dog food! He somehow was able to get the container open and spill it all over and start eating before I could stop him! I guess this is just a rite of passage for kids when there are dogs around, but it still isn't very appetizing! He was so proud of himself though, always finding where I put the container and being able to open it. He doesn't appear to be any worse for wear, so I'm not terribly worried, though I did get really tired of picking up dog food!</div><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Here is J once again, E has taken to calling him "Snuggle Fat" because he is just so round. I mean look at those cheeks! We went on a walk (a regular ritual after dinner) to E's school and the playground. I'm always amazed at how many kick balls, basketballs, footballs, jump ropes, you name it, are left outside the school. Anyway, J found this one and was so excited to chase it, if only he didn't have to touch the grass to do it! This was just too cute not to share, he's such a sweet boy, a very happy content baby (as long as his belly is full). Just a couple weeks ago he went to see the doctor, and he already weighs 21 pounds. He won't be a year old for a couple more weeks. Just last week for lunch one day he ate 2 hot dogs, about 15 grapes, 6 ounces of formula, 1/2 of a banana, 4 crackers and some noodles! We are in big trouble when he becomes a teenager. . .</div><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I painted our pantry this weekend. It just needed an update, and while we waited for the shelves to be </span><i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">completely</i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> dry, we left it empty with the door open. T and L found it to be a perfect 'house' for them, and they found a Winnie the Pooh lantern to take in there so it wasn't dark. It was not long after that they discovered that it makes a good 'bunk bed.' Hey, who needs all the hassle of beds and sheets and bedrooms when you can just stack the kids in the pantry! This provided literally hours of fun and entertainment and imaginative fodder for these three yahoos. It is really fun to see them grow and play together everyday.</span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiDIsUzRoNJR_gcV0lYrp0g92vnBuI_DfVV1aWi2FKzD-d9_PTZ65KtD6MhGfLrS6VvOyxOwd6jGJqxokxIcISRg8A_VKb74XsFya_PmIWwOT0LuG1bYeLjx92gISz5Q7aL7iQXRh5DWI/s1600/Ipod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiDIsUzRoNJR_gcV0lYrp0g92vnBuI_DfVV1aWi2FKzD-d9_PTZ65KtD6MhGfLrS6VvOyxOwd6jGJqxokxIcISRg8A_VKb74XsFya_PmIWwOT0LuG1bYeLjx92gISz5Q7aL7iQXRh5DWI/s320/Ipod.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This is a really fun picture. If you look closely, L has a black cord that is attached to her cochlear implant. She saw E listening to books on her dad's ipod shuffle (the really old white one) and begged and begged to listen to something too, so lucky for us, her implant came with a cord we can attach directly to her processor and an ipod or other listening device. We attached her 'ear' to the ipod and turned on the music. This is her reaction . . . <b>PrIcElEsS!</b> There are so many cool things about her processor/implant, that she can listen to music, but still hear us talk to her. It senses when she is trying to talk on a cell phone, and she has actually been able to respond to questions from her Grandma's on the cell phone. We are truly blessed with so much, and it is exciting to see all the doors that are opening for our family - though it isn't without a lot of work on our part too!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><i><b>Gretchen Rubin is </b></i></span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><i><b>giving away an autographed copy of her amazing book </b></i></span></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><i><b>"The Happiness Project" on </b></i></span></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><a href="http://aadreamsblog.blogspot.com/"><i><b><span style="color: #741b47;">http://aadreamsblog.blogspot.com</span></b></i></a><i><b><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span></b></i></span></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"></span>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971792243331147250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750718963181401441.post-12263780194602476542011-02-09T08:27:00.000-08:002011-02-09T08:27:24.212-08:00Family Home EveningI love family home evenings. The lessons taught by the kids are so sweet and honest. This week it was T's turn to give the lesson, and as we tried throughout the day to practice a lesson, it was clear that he wasn't going to cooperate. So, when time came for his lesson, he stood up in front of us, and said and signed,<br />
"I love Mom. I love Dad. I love E. I love L. I love J. I love Grandma. I love Grandpa. I love Aunt Tarena. I love Aunt Karen. I love Aunt Sarah. with the name of Jesus Christ, Amen."<br />
There is nothing better than hearing that! All by himself, at 2 years old, he shared his love for our family. Matthew and I must be doing something right!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971792243331147250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750718963181401441.post-19286160237717480702011-02-05T08:17:00.000-08:002011-02-05T08:17:40.863-08:00Note from USDB SuperintendentHey all who read this! Please, if you live in Utah, contact your representative and encourage them to keep USDB open. I know this is all preliminary suggestions to reduce budget costs, but our kids need the programs and support USDB can give to them.<br />
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Here is the website for finding your representative:<br />
http://www.le.utah.gov/GIS/findDistrict.jsp<br />
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Here is the note from USDB Superintendent Steve Noyce:<br />
<b>From: Steve Noyce</b><br />
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<b>Sent: Friday, February 04, 2011 3:28 PM</b><br />
<b>To: Betty Hall</b><br />
<b> Subject: Recommendation to Close USDB </b><br />
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<b>USDB:</b><br />
<b>The Utah State Board of Education voted to recommend the closure of the Utah Schools for the Deaf and the Blind to the legislature. The recommendation was that the responsibility to serve children with sensory disabilities would remain with school districts.</b><br />
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<b>I am sure that there will be further discussion in the legislature. I will keep you informed as we proceed.</b><br />
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<b>Steve Noyce, Superintendent</b><br />
<b>Utah Schools for the Deaf and the Blind</b><br />
<b>742 Harrison Blvd.</b><br />
<b>Ogden, Utah 84404</b><br />
<b>801-629-4710</b><br />
<b>Email: steven@usdb.org</b>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971792243331147250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750718963181401441.post-59484222990440810422011-01-17T19:16:00.000-08:002011-01-17T19:16:52.373-08:00J's Laugh!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I caught this today, and couldn't help sharing! There is just something so joyful about a baby laughing!<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxa5lF6umDUj-Qhaki4HWKsjV7Jo2eeX47yFU1pMTpa1iETYtKkIdOt0Zx8WxNvzGLihIhv9Q4MR2Qkuhvk' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971792243331147250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750718963181401441.post-87667209685589649022010-12-13T09:30:00.000-08:002010-12-13T09:53:01.619-08:00<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTm-KMW3Ddk8iJWRE1UCdIZIkoBuZwQMxHSYRmAY87NWoWBETVZKDL7MiDXZByxPG6xhZscWS4oZH5e9czu9kFZddNtHu0CGtIXMItcTbremTo_E4vVmeLH-cHE3WR2-30xFILNaGt67c/s1600/IMG_0127-1.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTm-KMW3Ddk8iJWRE1UCdIZIkoBuZwQMxHSYRmAY87NWoWBETVZKDL7MiDXZByxPG6xhZscWS4oZH5e9czu9kFZddNtHu0CGtIXMItcTbremTo_E4vVmeLH-cHE3WR2-30xFILNaGt67c/s320/IMG_0127-1.JPG" /></a> </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdklMF6wJziJzTxGBGncZRVlCxHOoZ2hYEJdQESuMoWU7V7kqFSUa6v-3uHLqnVNAyDBMvfq3X08oD1bm3LSC9P8J8okLbbWNzaSC_PMVy1Q6Tlav61gill2dZmWDnegZzYzMFca27Qw/s1600/IMG_0111-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdklMF6wJziJzTxGBGncZRVlCxHOoZ2hYEJdQESuMoWU7V7kqFSUa6v-3uHLqnVNAyDBMvfq3X08oD1bm3LSC9P8J8okLbbWNzaSC_PMVy1Q6Tlav61gill2dZmWDnegZzYzMFca27Qw/s320/IMG_0111-1.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I have been trying to figure out a photo-editing software that I downloaded. I love this pic of L, just afer she wok up and her hair was still a mess, but it's just so sweet! I edited it a bit, but didn't like the sepia or black and white, because then you can't see her gorgeous eyes! Also, here's a super cute one of J, he's so round and happy! Hopefully I can edit one of the other kiddos soon! Let me know what you think!<br />
<div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /></a></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971792243331147250noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750718963181401441.post-20741776649820319012010-12-05T19:48:00.000-08:002010-12-05T19:48:19.910-08:00Power Showcase - Home Runs That Help<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="messageBody">Hey all! There's this great high school student in Matthew's class that is competing in the Power Showcase in behalf of L. The link below talks about him, and somewhere on the site is some info about L. He's doing it as part of the Home Runs That Help program on Dec. 28-29 of this year! Good luck Kayden!</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="messageBody"><a href="http://power-showcase.com/2011-event/5th-annual-line-up2/utah-kayden-porter/">http://power-showcase.com/2011-event/5th-annual-line-up2/utah-kayden-porter/</a></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="messageBody">L was so tired the day he came to visit, so she didn't show him her true personality. He has seen some of her videos that Matthew shows to his students, so he has a pretty good idea though. He gave her this really cute blue sock monkey and she has packed it everywhere. She is also really excited that 'the man' (as she calls him) is going to be playing baseball for her. We will be able to watch it on the Power Showcase website when he is up to bat!</span></h6><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTv_l6RLiY-wbypP4LvEVal0__q-3346-_LACBuy4ODDIbtxB0IFPXEFzY7xHpRRa-11E5RhF4SdxGJDK9jyQ8bfhHdqNFQqAO9kxh1ntXxvjcN9qPl6NjG4PhSgf8MZCdziEA5frGgqw/s1600/Eliza+with+Monkey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTv_l6RLiY-wbypP4LvEVal0__q-3346-_LACBuy4ODDIbtxB0IFPXEFzY7xHpRRa-11E5RhF4SdxGJDK9jyQ8bfhHdqNFQqAO9kxh1ntXxvjcN9qPl6NjG4PhSgf8MZCdziEA5frGgqw/s400/Eliza+with+Monkey.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="messageBody"><br />
</span></h6>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971792243331147250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750718963181401441.post-62614494967012969542010-12-02T13:10:00.000-08:002010-12-02T13:10:55.655-08:00Can You Guess What L is Singing?!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">L was so excited to share a new song that she learned in school yesterday. I was filming E singing new words to the song Away in A Manger and I was trying to capture that when L demanded it was her turn. She then sang this wonderful song. I want to see how many people can figure out what song she is singing! Leave me a comment when you think you've got it! I'll post the answer in a few days!! I hope to edit and get E's song up too before too long! (You may need to turn up the sound to hear her, the microphone on our video camera isn't that great.)</span></span></span><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyXFl6R1rpwtoDOnVI_UJuHmZIhnZLMaQ2sBqWI5j6heTgf_4THAxC5tI8fkRZBrKXd_ywjOLMBRHxkDjRMRw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971792243331147250noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750718963181401441.post-68251938135979976662010-11-11T08:49:00.000-08:002010-11-11T08:51:02.745-08:00Halloween Pics, Finally<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhQPf6yytVhc7ExeQvWA8xVDiVxQNy8Cno7g47QhSDO-utGgegg8eG3YnjTsfk_Rq6okM9KPRuaz-AD5eNMaRYl7qgRIcADDrzt1Sqrof36q6IEUqAFVMFCQh4O8Tu6bXBhxGGkNcQRjY/s1600/PA280331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhQPf6yytVhc7ExeQvWA8xVDiVxQNy8Cno7g47QhSDO-utGgegg8eG3YnjTsfk_Rq6okM9KPRuaz-AD5eNMaRYl7qgRIcADDrzt1Sqrof36q6IEUqAFVMFCQh4O8Tu6bXBhxGGkNcQRjY/s320/PA280331.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> L's class had a Halloween party the Friday before Halloween. This is her class in their cute costumes - even her teachers dressed up!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8D4r45Eyy6mVYD4tDJ9MJwIUpPoPXs-N5V7S4K9jUKwljvK3UizhrirqX7fT8YgXL8qI4OqDxmh7eyj3oJc7XdxgK8myWhrvoM-_Vr3GHo0rvtdU6dVNbVq86OG_RrY9cTA0yjBNHhP4/s1600/PA300342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8D4r45Eyy6mVYD4tDJ9MJwIUpPoPXs-N5V7S4K9jUKwljvK3UizhrirqX7fT8YgXL8qI4OqDxmh7eyj3oJc7XdxgK8myWhrvoM-_Vr3GHo0rvtdU6dVNbVq86OG_RrY9cTA0yjBNHhP4/s320/PA300342.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> T loved being a pig and getting all the candy! I can't get him to smile normally though, if he sees a camera, he does this silly face! This costume is funny because his nickname is Hammy!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2jaI6sJG-BD-Elp6ycXrTpFyh-R03AwYrZ0Ms1XYnz2-IqM16NoBhFo3BWqHPmy9opusPYxMtvSaufQy3yT8coaeT2qxs5OpC31_Yt7LK6vAVQGo_kkgEGJPoEaVF18vJwd20j3XxlEY/s1600/PA300343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2jaI6sJG-BD-Elp6ycXrTpFyh-R03AwYrZ0Ms1XYnz2-IqM16NoBhFo3BWqHPmy9opusPYxMtvSaufQy3yT8coaeT2qxs5OpC31_Yt7LK6vAVQGo_kkgEGJPoEaVF18vJwd20j3XxlEY/s320/PA300343.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> E was a tiger for Halloween. She had lots of fun but only wanted to show you 1 piece of candy. At her school they had a costume parade -- I had no idea it was such a big deal! All the kids marched around the entire school and through a maze of chairs in the auditorium to show off their costumes, and parents and grandparents packed every available space! It was lots of fun to see all the costumes and E's excitement.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpJQe8_g1c0dbI3KwQq6EhxrDCdezxngjSE47WIiFILDOQMY0UwmcGEc1MJ1ijDqmrTLkIfz-QFzFQ3aPO4LMCEYspP8N9UylR5hCRn1fhxAFhFDafGRe-w0ooiFgBLe_8MMaN1ZrrW5M/s1600/PA300345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpJQe8_g1c0dbI3KwQq6EhxrDCdezxngjSE47WIiFILDOQMY0UwmcGEc1MJ1ijDqmrTLkIfz-QFzFQ3aPO4LMCEYspP8N9UylR5hCRn1fhxAFhFDafGRe-w0ooiFgBLe_8MMaN1ZrrW5M/s320/PA300345.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> Well, if you noticed L was a tiger at her school party, she changed her mind and wanted to be a butterfly princess for Halloween. It is so difficult to get masks and crowns and all that fun head gear to fit with her glasses and processor, and she gets frustrated. I'll have to remember that for next year - nothing on her face but paint!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF202ZXCKcS4DzWRfCNrM5-sIKkDVuHdl_8N6PraHr2WUieu5jfjzRjgUr0xQc8oElodecdRaldErtcJlqNouS5nQruvZJ0XYcvg5XSYRuK-YWpZ-Cb_jlB2NrVDVoqJxUTGonngjQrnI/s1600/PA300350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF202ZXCKcS4DzWRfCNrM5-sIKkDVuHdl_8N6PraHr2WUieu5jfjzRjgUr0xQc8oElodecdRaldErtcJlqNouS5nQruvZJ0XYcvg5XSYRuK-YWpZ-Cb_jlB2NrVDVoqJxUTGonngjQrnI/s320/PA300350.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>J was a little lion. He borrowed L's candy bucket for this photo and was so excited, we almost had unwrapped candy before all was said and done. He's so fast!<br />
All in all Halloween was a success. We went to a trunk-or-treat (in the rain) and a super fun Halloween party with some friends, were home by 7pm, the kids were in bed at their normal time, and then M and I huddled in the front room without the lights on and watched a movie. We didn't answer the door even once! (I know, we're bad, but we gave all the treats away at the trunk-or-treat, and once it hits 8pm, kids should be home anyway!) As you can see from the family pic on the blog, M was a polynesian something, and I was 'Betty Crocker.'Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971792243331147250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750718963181401441.post-62126574414294594082010-11-11T08:35:00.000-08:002010-11-11T08:35:15.419-08:00J found a Marker!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1cEsMzMJ3m_2H3twa7OZFwZAwLHQ2368I6Jm-5AiyPKcj9zwVbJKz1uFWMct4yBQJXTmhyphenhypheninpDOcl_IqMEjZOmwZApHEqa-xuDQnehBtDs0-wOjbQdzCzUVLvi4FCPSlLXfhwY9Y9qcE/s1600/PB100356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1cEsMzMJ3m_2H3twa7OZFwZAwLHQ2368I6Jm-5AiyPKcj9zwVbJKz1uFWMct4yBQJXTmhyphenhypheninpDOcl_IqMEjZOmwZApHEqa-xuDQnehBtDs0-wOjbQdzCzUVLvi4FCPSlLXfhwY9Y9qcE/s320/PB100356.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> Today I left J on the floor and went to change the laundry. When I came back he was so happy and proud of what he had found! His hands, mouth, cheeks and chin, tongue, everything was blue! Even the floor had two bright blue spots - I don't even know where he found the little stamp that did all this damage, I've never seen it before. I'm guessing that it was carried in by one of his older sisters, who are always getting little trinkets like that from school!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjeQiZG5CXkVP6wXQS4Hb1a3oAoxH2G-DXDxd9MdWH6GulJ561N3Is5uK3onjJmsRdbHIcYIn-RpGV_Aw55RQ_pWVQunMbGWHBjCg50cc39AvLCg_YCw3Pbt7srgtS5NDFcR7WTPw83ik/s1600/PB100358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjeQiZG5CXkVP6wXQS4Hb1a3oAoxH2G-DXDxd9MdWH6GulJ561N3Is5uK3onjJmsRdbHIcYIn-RpGV_Aw55RQ_pWVQunMbGWHBjCg50cc39AvLCg_YCw3Pbt7srgtS5NDFcR7WTPw83ik/s320/PB100358.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971792243331147250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750718963181401441.post-31047212450779466402010-11-02T10:13:00.000-07:002010-11-02T10:13:14.908-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here is the video of L telling about the 3 pigs. I'm no master in the video editing department, so be patient with my lack of skills, but enjoy her cute rendition of this popular story! Also, she doesn't remember how it ends, so the video just kind of stops. Just a warning!<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxFmhhnch5kbuuADPBm4QXZIbZRXFNDuPvdefZ1mz5Ts3aaxzhOJwtm0vQOOnQ6zH39YPRfYY-VcGjcqbbJ_w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971792243331147250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750718963181401441.post-76141845084195889892010-11-02T08:38:00.000-07:002010-11-02T08:38:20.875-07:00Kick, Throw, Catch and Hit!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz6XtuQo3OaA-FQlzjRH7KxEvC972KI64iNrGKeubjqklNjC9q_ClHWEQt5AlwUkJ0RmcBIDbep9o-HyRhC9A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>L has been working on using her listening skills a lot lately, and we've most recently used them to learn about action words. So, here is a short video of her listening, repeating what she heard, and then doing the action! I did not use my hands (sign language) to help her, and had the ball obscuring my mouth, so she had to really listen to get it. It's pretty exciting!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971792243331147250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750718963181401441.post-84919466228599654302010-07-21T20:07:00.000-07:002010-07-21T20:07:23.910-07:00T Praying<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz2ml9it6UsBWn83isLfTH8U9yoWW8BQ_KFcXqXaQil9sL5CsdHvY55Ob82cQmnK7BnLcsXFhhW5nMb05Hs5A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>This has been the highlight of my day for the past week. It is seriously the cutest thing ever to see T sign and pray with his sweet voice! I hope this isn't sacreligious, but it is just so special!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971792243331147250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750718963181401441.post-60630499034824702832010-07-10T14:15:00.000-07:002010-07-10T14:15:40.158-07:00More About My HomeTownOk, this is not so much about my hometown as it is the home I grew up in. It isn't fancy, but now that I have kids of my own, I see how wonderful it truly is. First of all, it is not on a busy street, as my current townhouse is. It is at the end of a road in a tiny town, two blocks from Main Street (anything is two blocks from Main Street there), and in the back yard there is a small creek, and field after field after field after field. The neighbors are close, but you can't hear when they drive into their yard. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR4BRoLwhIt3fYno1mEW2m-25O96gNQTvYv5mbsZNdJqoh0b2PLyr8DVJOLdQvP9KEvPm43vZVrQTHrWNzagLqpaBW4VfzKyvg1MNegqD70J-JJ5329elNboPkvCtStY3NFnXh4UyQV2I/s1600/P7060498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR4BRoLwhIt3fYno1mEW2m-25O96gNQTvYv5mbsZNdJqoh0b2PLyr8DVJOLdQvP9KEvPm43vZVrQTHrWNzagLqpaBW4VfzKyvg1MNegqD70J-JJ5329elNboPkvCtStY3NFnXh4UyQV2I/s320/P7060498.JPG" /></a></div>There are two huge pine trees in front of the house that provides plenty of privacy, and all of the ancient cottonwood trees give shade and shelter from the sun. You can see part of the yard, at least the part on the West side of the house, and some of the front yard. Perhaps the yard, or the space outside, is my favorite part. When we were visiting there, E kept saying, "I feel so free at Grandma and Grandpa's house. I can go in and come out of the house as much as I want. I can play outside all day without you checking on me." (though I do watch out the windows to be sure she's fine)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV4hU5TecaQGR1kKSIO8a8_sR69a986X_NXhbfBVjoRVPKF4ZeUkbs_EP7qT5MwM7OjNmm26mC30yq0UYEnCigZU_Jbl2BmV71-hwaj1EOLbIyhnVeb0DDsQPLb-ThQZ5mtQQVUU9_Jac/s1600/P7060507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV4hU5TecaQGR1kKSIO8a8_sR69a986X_NXhbfBVjoRVPKF4ZeUkbs_EP7qT5MwM7OjNmm26mC30yq0UYEnCigZU_Jbl2BmV71-hwaj1EOLbIyhnVeb0DDsQPLb-ThQZ5mtQQVUU9_Jac/s320/P7060507.JPG" /></a>Then, there is this amazingly huge back yard, with the creek just beyond it and the fields all over the place. I remember exploring through the fields, following the ditches and creek and picking asparagus there. Believe it or not, I didn't know you could buy asparagus until I was 20years old! My parents have a great 'crop' that yields so much, and they don't have to pay for it or fight anyone for it because it is on their land! This is a shot kiddy-corner from their back porch. You can see the corral, and many of the fields! We pick asparagus in a field more to the east of this picture.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And there's no way to forget the back yard. There are these awesome hills for riding bikes and rolling down inside tubes in the Summer. A slip-and-slide was also a favorite thing way back when. And in the winter, you wouldn't believe the jumps and other crazy things that were built on those two hills! The best part is they are literally just off the steps from the back door. This next photo is of the length of the back portion of the yard. I was standing near the corral for this picture, so you can see just how far it goes! I remember when the pine tree was planted and it was only a few inches tall!<br />
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First of all, I want to show the burn pile. This is a place way behind our house in between the fields and a creek, where my dad stashes all the branches that fall from the trees and the grass clippings (he even lets the neighbors put their grass clippings in there!) and once or twice a year, depending on the tree carnage, he burns it. I remember as a teenager begging him to burn it so I could invite my friends over for a bonfire. It never happened. He always seemed to burn it when I wasn't around, so I've honestly never seen the huge fire that happens. This spring my family spent several hours helping to clean up the old orchard, and we pretty much built this burn pile in one day.<br />
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The trees that surround my parents house are huge HUGE HuGe HUGE. They are so old that when there is any kind of wind, we hurry to move all the cars down the hill behind the house so when the branches fall there is no vehicular damage. On Tuesday morning of this week I went to get in my parents' van and found a branch about 4 inches in diameter and 3 feet long that landed just behind the car. And, on Monday we saw a massive branch that fell down while we were celebrating the 4th of July that morning. It was probably 2 feet in diameter and 30 or more feet long. No major damage there, though!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I hope you enjoy seeing these photos and learning about the place I still call home.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971792243331147250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750718963181401441.post-1722204122586651432010-06-12T17:16:00.000-07:002010-06-12T17:16:11.075-07:00J's Blessing Take 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHoQPMMZIy7tR4sQ4AUt-brvuz0vjkWGBjUedBvmt5EPE_wF2T9rUcsFo3Vd4fYKq4VRchmlcQQgxOOuHQQO5EhE58tTPUBmAFNgCC9Q3LQsTSAq_-FBHs8MvjmRKHQYVYM_YNrvx0pO4/s1600/P6060437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHoQPMMZIy7tR4sQ4AUt-brvuz0vjkWGBjUedBvmt5EPE_wF2T9rUcsFo3Vd4fYKq4VRchmlcQQgxOOuHQQO5EhE58tTPUBmAFNgCC9Q3LQsTSAq_-FBHs8MvjmRKHQYVYM_YNrvx0pO4/s320/P6060437.JPG" /></a></div>Here are the other photos. I'm not sure why they didn't show up on the original post, but these are of the big man himself, J at a sweet 2 months old. He was so tired after such a long day, he just went sound asleep!<br />
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It was a super busy day, the brunch before church, then church, where I taught during the 2nd hour and played piano for primary. After church was through, we had a break the fast potluck with our ward followed by a fireside! It was after 7pm when we got home, but the kids were still in good spirits despite the 8 hours of church clothes!!!<br />
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I'm always so grateful for such a wonderful hubby whenever he blesses our children (not just giving them a name and a blessing either). L has had many, many, many blessings for sicknesses, or surgeries or fear, and it is just to neat to feel the Spirit guiding his words. J was given some great promises and assurances, and it seems like the babies and children are coming to this earth more prepared to do great things every day!<br />
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Hey everyone, not that you all live in Spanish Fork, but if you are in the area on a Tuesday, Wednesday or a Thursday, you can check out a free movie at our local theater! Check out the link to see their facebook page and the poster with more information!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971792243331147250noreply@blogger.com0