<?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-878344685065761294</id><updated>2012-01-18T18:58:39.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice and Shine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-7104448498575801959</id><published>2011-09-16T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T13:38:55.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shark Girl</title><content type='html'>Finally Andi&amp;nbsp;lost a tooth.&amp;nbsp; She was a late bloomer I guess.&amp;nbsp; She has been waiting and waiting and waiting to finally get&amp;nbsp;a loose tooth and "all" of her friends have already lost teeth.&amp;nbsp; In fact, she even grew her adult teeth in about 3 months ago.&amp;nbsp; She looks like a shark!&amp;nbsp; See:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yCEXRWJkPyo/TnOxtfX5_ZI/AAAAAAAABco/muTp8DK2Y34/s1600/DSC_0096edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yCEXRWJkPyo/TnOxtfX5_ZI/AAAAAAAABco/muTp8DK2Y34/s640/DSC_0096edit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ly2oSLthIvg/TnOx1eaSAnI/AAAAAAAABcs/kiSGM4k1eCY/s1600/DSC_0095edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ly2oSLthIvg/TnOx1eaSAnI/AAAAAAAABcs/kiSGM4k1eCY/s640/DSC_0095edit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so proud.&amp;nbsp; The tooth fairy came for a visit that night even though there was no tooth.&amp;nbsp; Here's the story...One night Andi asked Cory if he could pull it out.&amp;nbsp; I don't think she really even knew what that entailed.&amp;nbsp; She just liked the attention, I think.&amp;nbsp; So Cory got the floss and wrapped it around and just yanked it.&amp;nbsp; And out it flew!&amp;nbsp; It flew behind Cory, hit the wall and disappeared.&amp;nbsp; Really!&amp;nbsp; We looked everywhere for it and couldn't find it.&amp;nbsp; So she wrote a note to the tooth fairy and stuck it under her pillow.&amp;nbsp; Luckily the tooth fairy remembered and brought $2 because that's what was in the tooth fairy's wallet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnHjxrS_MV8/TnOx4GYZifI/AAAAAAAABcw/fDGLIgvMO5U/s1600/DSC_0097edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnHjxrS_MV8/TnOx4GYZifI/AAAAAAAABcw/fDGLIgvMO5U/s320/DSC_0097edit.jpg" width="320" /&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/878344685065761294-7104448498575801959?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7104448498575801959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=7104448498575801959' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7104448498575801959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7104448498575801959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2011/09/shark-girl.html' title='Shark Girl'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/-yCEXRWJkPyo/TnOxtfX5_ZI/AAAAAAAABco/muTp8DK2Y34/s72-c/DSC_0096edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-4599661700198632117</id><published>2011-09-08T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T12:57:45.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spencer's 1st Day of Pre-K</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqoqOjNIgd4/Tmkbs0wrs0I/AAAAAAAABck/7r_Xch-AHu0/s1600/SpencerpreKcollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqoqOjNIgd4/Tmkbs0wrs0I/AAAAAAAABck/7r_Xch-AHu0/s400/SpencerpreKcollage.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isn't it funny how fast they grow up.&amp;nbsp; Here's the big boy on his first day of Pre-K.&amp;nbsp; And isn't it funny how the norm (in Roseville anyway) is 2 years of preschool!&amp;nbsp; Didn't there used to be a time when preschool at all was optional?&amp;nbsp; I'm a victim of the whole "high expectations in preschool" way of thinking.&amp;nbsp; There is a new teacher this year and at the meet and greet she kept talking about art, then play time, then art, then snacks, then art...&amp;nbsp; So I raised my hand and asked her if she was going to talk about the abc's or numbers at all.&amp;nbsp; She said a snide remark to her colleague and then said "yes, they'll know they're numbers 1-10 by the end of the year."&amp;nbsp; Wow...I was speechless.&amp;nbsp; They all learned that the first few months LAST year!&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, we sent over the very intimidating kindergarten teacher (Ms. Jordan) to introduce herself and help her know that a lot is expected out of the kids before they even start kindergarten.&amp;nbsp; We'll see how it goes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This big guy is really starting to be a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; Not that he wasn't before but you know how they grow up and their personalities are more apparent.&amp;nbsp; Well, he's definitely a boy.&amp;nbsp; He's an outside boy who NEEDS to run around and move his little body.&amp;nbsp; He's turning into a big helper for me, too. Just today I asked him if he could please play with Trevor while I do the dishes.&amp;nbsp; He put him in our puppet bin and pushed him around the house.&amp;nbsp; Trevor was cracking up!&amp;nbsp; And Spencer was having a great time.&amp;nbsp; Those 2 will have a blast together when they're older.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-4599661700198632117?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4599661700198632117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=4599661700198632117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4599661700198632117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4599661700198632117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2011/09/spencers-1st-day-of-pre-k.html' title='Spencer&apos;s 1st Day of Pre-K'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/-WqoqOjNIgd4/Tmkbs0wrs0I/AAAAAAAABck/7r_Xch-AHu0/s72-c/SpencerpreKcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-5635813392210563332</id><published>2011-09-01T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T00:30:54.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We had such a nice evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last night was beautiful.&amp;nbsp; It cooled down to a very manageable temperature.&amp;nbsp; In fact, it was close to perfect.&amp;nbsp; One of those nights where the air just feels so good on your skin.&amp;nbsp; After dinner we had nothing going on so we went outside.&amp;nbsp; I took our huge watermelon outside and onto the grass.&amp;nbsp; I took our really long knife and I cut&amp;nbsp;it into triangles.&amp;nbsp; I usually cut it into bite size chunks so we avoid the sticky sweet mess, but I went full guns.&amp;nbsp; Hey- live a little!&amp;nbsp; The kids ate it like candy while they played.&amp;nbsp; They ate that whole thing!&amp;nbsp; Juice was dripping everywhere.&amp;nbsp; And I wasn't bothered by it one bit.&amp;nbsp; It was just so wonderful outside that I was in a great mood.&amp;nbsp; Well, great mood because everyone was happy and getting along and acting the way siblings are supposed to act (in my dreams, anyway).&amp;nbsp; Now, this is what I want to bottle up and keep forever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xIdFH7dXxxM/Tl8yyalw9YI/AAAAAAAABcY/l7zEtdrLsN4/s1600/DSC_0084edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xIdFH7dXxxM/Tl8yyalw9YI/AAAAAAAABcY/l7zEtdrLsN4/s320/DSC_0084edit.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1b_d5heKc4/Tl8y7YpV3MI/AAAAAAAABcg/f-E9LRgV-_U/s320/DSC_0066edit.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /&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/878344685065761294-5635813392210563332?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5635813392210563332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=5635813392210563332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5635813392210563332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5635813392210563332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-had-such-nice-evening.html' title='We had such a nice evening'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/-xIdFH7dXxxM/Tl8yyalw9YI/AAAAAAAABcY/l7zEtdrLsN4/s72-c/DSC_0084edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-2561838906726826326</id><published>2011-08-25T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:32:28.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 day of the new school year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J9HAStTQO0I/TlcqY8ZH1KI/AAAAAAAABcM/0KY9WkTPE9I/s1600/DSC_0006edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whew... I feel like I can breathe a little bit more now. The 3 big girls are back in school. They were so excited! As you can tell, scarves were the big fettish this year. Last year it was Paul Frank (the artist of the monkey).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andi has Mrs. Goulding who is very tall. The top of Andi's head probably only comes up to to the top of her thigh. That sounds weird. To say thigh. Well, she does! Andi was so nervous walking to school. She kept saying, "My tummy hurts" but I think it was butterflies. That is so sweet. I can remember being nervous the first day of each year! It's a big deal. Then of course she forgot her lunch but luckily I caught it right after I dropped her off in her class so I was able to run home (well, I mean pushing the 3 little kids in a stroller in 85 degree heat, so I wasn't really running) and bring it right back. Hmm, interesting way to start the school year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDYTGpisXL8/TlcqKBfDUjI/AAAAAAAABcE/1ly7bclQd0w/s1600/DSC_0008edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645027009617941042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDYTGpisXL8/TlcqKBfDUjI/AAAAAAAABcE/1ly7bclQd0w/s400/DSC_0008edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainslee began 3rd grade and has 2 teachers who team teach. Mrs. Lederer and Mrs. Holmstrom are veterans of the school. One thing I have to say about the teachers at this school is that they are all good looking. I mean, really they are! They all dress straight out of a magazine. It's kinda funny- there are not a lot of jeans amongst the teachers. So you can imagine how I feel when I go volunteer in the classrooms. Ainslee just loves school and does really well. Her STAR testing (CA Assessment) from the spring was mailed home a couple of weeks ago. I couldn't be more proud. She scored 450 out of 600 in English and 565 our of 600 in Math. She is considered "Advanced" in both. Wow. I actually have a kid that is smart in Math?!?! I hope she keeps that up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gkn9Xrn5880/TlcqFcKXvgI/AAAAAAAABb8/VEOS_ZiberQ/s1600/DSC_0007edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645026930879610370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gkn9Xrn5880/TlcqFcKXvgI/AAAAAAAABb8/VEOS_ZiberQ/s400/DSC_0007edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is our Ashley who is starting 4th grade. She is on the upper grade playground now! She didn't seem nervous walking to school but she wouldn't leave my side until the bell rang. I don't blame her. I'm cool! I can fit 3 kids in a sit and stand stoller. Who wouldn't want to be near me... She's got a man teacher again this year- Mr. Henshke. That makes 3 in a row. I'm hoping this teacher will be really strick with the bully in the class "Naughty McKenzie." Ooh, she's rotten. In fact, when Ashley found out she'd be in the same clas again (3 years in a row). She cried. And not the weeping and wailing I-need-attention cry. It was a heartfelt tears rolling down the cheeks cry. I felt so bad. We're crossing our fingers on that whole situation. The good thing about "Naughty McKenzie" is she is just rotten with everyone- not just Ashley. Her STAR report came back awesome as well. She scored 488 our of 600 in English and 550 out of 600 in Math. Another Advanced title. I can take no credit for Ashley and Ainslee's smarts. That would all be because of Cory. He's the smart one. I'm the good looking one. Just kidding. He's good looking too. Yes!!! I am so lucky to be the mother of smart kids! Should I have them tutor ME in math?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d8jEKF81naA/TlcqFEXBV_I/AAAAAAAABb0/gRUdpmBsSkg/s1600/Ashley%2Bfull%2Bbody%2Bedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645026924490217458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d8jEKF81naA/TlcqFEXBV_I/AAAAAAAABb0/gRUdpmBsSkg/s400/Ashley%2Bfull%2Bbody%2Bedit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny have 3 little ones at home all day now. It kinda feels like I'm starting over again. Like when only had Ashley, Ainslee, and Andi. I keep thinking that I'm going to have some time during the day to catch up on projects and hobbies. Nope- I can tell that's not going to happen. But that's okay. I'd much rather be with my kids now than do projects. Even if I'm grumpy about it sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-2561838906726826326?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2561838906726826326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=2561838906726826326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2561838906726826326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2561838906726826326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2011/08/1-day-of-new-school-year.html' title='1 day of the new school year'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/-BDYTGpisXL8/TlcqKBfDUjI/AAAAAAAABcE/1ly7bclQd0w/s72-c/DSC_0008edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-3683273803404413588</id><published>2011-05-02T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T15:16:06.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Last Guy</title><content type='html'>Trevor has a new trick. Is it crawling? No- he's been doing that for about 6 weeks now. Is it sleeping through the night? No- he's been doing that since he was 2 months old. Is it arching his back when he doesn't want his sisters to hold him? No- he's been doing that since December. So what is this new thing? It's pulling himself to standing on everything! His favorite is the dishwasher because he likes to pull everything out! He's a funny kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZflNgqjqRk/Tb8rlj4VJwI/AAAAAAAABRg/VJ6LC3aK7WQ/s1600/IMG_4423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602244385758848770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZflNgqjqRk/Tb8rlj4VJwI/AAAAAAAABRg/VJ6LC3aK7WQ/s400/IMG_4423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;And this is what happens when you leave your oatmeal bowl on the table within his reach. What a surprise to come back in the room and see this mess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9LdD_-ZexfU/Tb8rl-EOwYI/AAAAAAAABRo/P1_RuWnp_98/s1600/IMG_4426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602244392788083074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9LdD_-ZexfU/Tb8rl-EOwYI/AAAAAAAABRo/P1_RuWnp_98/s400/IMG_4426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-3683273803404413588?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3683273803404413588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=3683273803404413588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/3683273803404413588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/3683273803404413588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2011/05/mr-last-guy.html' title='Mr. Last Guy'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/-hZflNgqjqRk/Tb8rlj4VJwI/AAAAAAAABRg/VJ6LC3aK7WQ/s72-c/IMG_4423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-5450337559102921873</id><published>2011-04-25T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T10:27:42.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Yes, we are alive. And contrary to popular belief, having six kids will not kill you. Sometimes you may feel as though you are slipping into oblivion; it's actually just the noise level giving you a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how appropriate to start posting with a big event like Easter. We had a nice low key one this year. My brother, sister-in-law, and their 2 kids came from San Fransisco for a visit on Saturday. We did the Easter thing then (which was kinda nice). I made the traditional dinner: ham, funeral potatoes, carrorts, rolls, spinach salad, lemonade, toffee chocolate poke cake, and key lime pie. And you would be surprised with what I made. I don't come across as very domestic- oh, but I am. From scratch I made the rolls, the lemonade, the poppy seed dressing, and I candied the nuts for the salad. And it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The egg hunt was spectacular! 65 eggs were hidden in our backyard which made for a very quick hunt. I think the kids were in a candy coma as we openend the eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-By1WGpYXFbw/TbWg6AdTlaI/AAAAAAAABP4/SMYQrA2aVxU/s1600/IMG_4379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599558630120854946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-By1WGpYXFbw/TbWg6AdTlaI/AAAAAAAABP4/SMYQrA2aVxU/s400/IMG_4379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are all the kids, my 6 and my bro's 2 (Magnus and Leif are the bottom right hand corner). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-syVU3Sianc8/TbWg65SPqNI/AAAAAAAABQI/u2A1lI2WKw0/s1600/IMG_4382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599558645375281362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-syVU3Sianc8/TbWg65SPqNI/AAAAAAAABQI/u2A1lI2WKw0/s400/IMG_4382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Unbelievably, the sugar gets into their systems almost spontaneously. Just look at Spencer as proof...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ill-WNslIGo/TbWhWO_8MrI/AAAAAAAABQo/VZVx6KzE4uM/s1600/IMG_4393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599559115060556466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ill-WNslIGo/TbWhWO_8MrI/AAAAAAAABQo/VZVx6KzE4uM/s400/IMG_4393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;This little guy needs more camera time. He is a big and very hefty 8 1/2 month old. Oh and he's so good. Can you believe how blonde he is?! The sun is shining on it a little bit but he is definitey tow-headed. I need to take a picture of my darkest, Andi and my lightest, Trevor. It's kinda weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QTLdkxJI_cs/TbWg6jwrxGI/AAAAAAAABQA/Rd09D5RWkpI/s1600/IMG_4380.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UdQNaiG58kE/TbWhViG9BqI/AAAAAAAABQg/O1dKv2XelOA/s1600/IMG_4391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599559103010375330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UdQNaiG58kE/TbWhViG9BqI/AAAAAAAABQg/O1dKv2XelOA/s400/IMG_4391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Here's Steve's oldest boy, Magnus. He and my Avery are just a few days apart. He's a cute kid and looks just like his dad. I think the candy coma had hit him at this point. He's just so chill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xX7zQ6_Ihiw/TbWhWouV2TI/AAAAAAAABQw/_q6UcHpUg4w/s1600/IMG_4395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599559121966061874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xX7zQ6_Ihiw/TbWhWouV2TI/AAAAAAAABQw/_q6UcHpUg4w/s400/IMG_4395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have chuch from 1-4 this year. Bummer for Easter dinner but great for Easter breakfast. We made our tradional Bunny Pancakes and the kids helped decorate them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Spencer, 4, and Avery, 2. It's nice to see Avery actually sitting in front of her food although I think this was only for a few seconds. She does not sit. Ever. And Spencer is not poking his pancake which is good. He's got this nasty little habit a poking (or, err, hitting) everything in sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V-2SPnSkL8/TbWhuIEt1xI/AAAAAAAABRA/4quCupn_bMo/s1600/IMG_4396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599559525518399250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V-2SPnSkL8/TbWhuIEt1xI/AAAAAAAABRA/4quCupn_bMo/s400/IMG_4396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Here is Andi, 5. I'm surprised she's just sitting still. Most of the day she's bustin' a move. That's different than dancing. She doesn't dance- she hip hops. But she's never taken a class. Her body just naturally kinda does that stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MlHouhgpko/TbWhuiMIR-I/AAAAAAAABRI/X7tnLaD2fxc/s1600/IMG_4398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599559532528814050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MlHouhgpko/TbWhuiMIR-I/AAAAAAAABRI/X7tnLaD2fxc/s400/IMG_4398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Here's our Ashley, 9. I'm surprised she didn't write a full length book about this bunny pancake. She is very into using her imagination and creativity. And perfection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oxVBZU5v-HM/TbWhu3V1r-I/AAAAAAAABRQ/RHvjYnaUxbY/s1600/IMG_4399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599559538206683106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oxVBZU5v-HM/TbWhu3V1r-I/AAAAAAAABRQ/RHvjYnaUxbY/s400/IMG_4399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainslee, 8, is a great singer. It's funny how from an early age you can see what they are all good at. We have a Singing Wii game and she blows all of us out of the water. Cory and I will try (pridefully) and she gets much higher scores than us. We cannot figure out how she does it! She is just that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0DYdGNb4Awc/TbWht0dUENI/AAAAAAAABQ4/EFDkLQVk8OA/s1600/IMG_4397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599559520252858578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0DYdGNb4Awc/TbWht0dUENI/AAAAAAAABQ4/EFDkLQVk8OA/s400/IMG_4397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Geez, my camera stinks. It couldn't be that Avery steals it and when I find it somewhere it will have a whole new set of fingerprints on top of the old ones. Bummer. This is the "Hurry up and smile cause we gotta get in the car or we'll be late for church and daddy thinks taking pictures is dumb but mom yells and says that it is important for posterity so everyone needs to just deal with it" picture. I think it turned out pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5lwpH0JP6J4/TbWhvOxxmjI/AAAAAAAABRY/zBbUdxZTwUU/s1600/IMG_4403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599559544497871410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5lwpH0JP6J4/TbWhvOxxmjI/AAAAAAAABRY/zBbUdxZTwUU/s400/IMG_4403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-5450337559102921873?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5450337559102921873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=5450337559102921873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5450337559102921873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5450337559102921873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/-By1WGpYXFbw/TbWg6AdTlaI/AAAAAAAABP4/SMYQrA2aVxU/s72-c/IMG_4379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-7428548219044126477</id><published>2010-11-09T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T13:11:15.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Happenings</title><content type='html'>Didn't it stink having Halloween on a Sunday this year? Luckily for Cory and I, the kids had just as much fun handing out candy in their costumes than Trick-Or-Treating. Of course we had the ward Trunk-Or-Treat 2 days before so that cured their candy craving. It's so funny to hear what the kids want to be for Halloween. We have a big bin of costumes that we've been collectin over the years. So pretty much everyone except Ashley and Spencer has a costume each year. We do give them a choice to be something else- but they always choose from the bin. Hey- it works for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley decided to be a witch this year. Here's her best witchy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWqpI0V1I/AAAAAAAABOg/7UJA88rMOrk/s1600/IMG_3435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537763613658601298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWqpI0V1I/AAAAAAAABOg/7UJA88rMOrk/s400/IMG_3435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainslee wanted to be SuperGirl this year. I think it's just because she could wear red lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWqJW_e0I/AAAAAAAABOY/Us3kbdHeeLA/s1600/IMG_3437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537763605128117058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWqJW_e0I/AAAAAAAABOY/Us3kbdHeeLA/s400/IMG_3437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andi was a queen. For years she's been waiting to be the queen and it was finally her chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWPClt_dI/AAAAAAAABOQ/9TBCYXH8BKs/s1600/IMG_3438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537763139454369234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWPClt_dI/AAAAAAAABOQ/9TBCYXH8BKs/s400/IMG_3438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Spencer was a knight in shining armor. He did wear shoes, I promise. And he had a nice looking helmet- it's just not on. About 5 minutes after we got dressed in costumes, he pounded the sword into the ground and it broke. Seriously? The story of our lives. ANYTHING can be broken. That I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWOtrgQ0I/AAAAAAAABOI/5w5h9DKClcc/s1600/IMG_3441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537763133841490754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWOtrgQ0I/AAAAAAAABOI/5w5h9DKClcc/s400/IMG_3441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I know you can't tell, but Avery is a blackbird. I saw a cute and easy tutorial on Little Birdie Secrets.com for how to make a little chickadee but Avery has these awesome black biker boots I wanted her to wear. So she became a blackbird. I actually made the costume although it didn't include the sewing machine. And there are feathers on the wings and skirt but you can't see them. So if you ever want to do a blackbird- don't. Go for the chickadee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWOAtrrrI/AAAAAAAABOA/nNGSUCOmSRc/s1600/IMG_3444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537763121771032242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWOAtrrrI/AAAAAAAABOA/nNGSUCOmSRc/s400/IMG_3444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this little guy was a pirate- duh. Nothing more to say about that except that I could eat him he's so dang cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWM3M_rsI/AAAAAAAABNw/kvlZqnyCKf4/s1600/IMG_3453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537763102038142658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWM3M_rsI/AAAAAAAABNw/kvlZqnyCKf4/s400/IMG_3453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;The circus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWNW5F3kI/AAAAAAAABN4/7Ex_5jyOwj4/s1600/IMG_3450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537763110544596546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWNW5F3kI/AAAAAAAABN4/7Ex_5jyOwj4/s400/IMG_3450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there were parties at school. No- not costume parties. Those aren't allowed in our school. DO NOT GET ME STARTED. They're called Harvest Parties so technically the kids are allowed to dress as harvesters (what the?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWrE84izI/AAAAAAAABOo/__J3tNPZ9Eo/s1600/IMG_3433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537763621124737842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWrE84izI/AAAAAAAABOo/__J3tNPZ9Eo/s400/IMG_3433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWr9ksHPI/AAAAAAAABO4/zWS0yU6lbCo/s1600/IMG_3428.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was the end of red ribbon week so they could "Reach for your dreams when you don't take drugs" and wear their PJ's to school. Seriously? That is so gross! PeePee smelling jammies? That idea won over costumes? Whatever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWrdCGCpI/AAAAAAAABOw/v9WdQCrz8ZU/s1600/IMG_3430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537763627589044882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWrdCGCpI/AAAAAAAABOw/v9WdQCrz8ZU/s400/IMG_3430.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWr9ksHPI/AAAAAAAABO4/zWS0yU6lbCo/s1600/IMG_3428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537763636324080882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWr9ksHPI/AAAAAAAABO4/zWS0yU6lbCo/s400/IMG_3428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we took the traditional Apple Hill trip. Nothing like breathing fresh air once in a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoXDKGVA9I/AAAAAAAABPI/Zs9IV3iCen0/s1600/IMG_3417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537764034823390162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoXDKGVA9I/AAAAAAAABPI/Zs9IV3iCen0/s400/IMG_3417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a surprise, Cory's Grandma came to visit her daughter Karen for a few weeks. Since we only live 5 miles from Karen we go to visit with Grams fora little while. She came over to see our house and kids. That was fun for the kids and it makes a great generational picture (almost).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoXDfytHNI/AAAAAAAABPQ/Qu3ikgW-D-Y/s1600/IMG_3424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537764040646663378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoXDfytHNI/AAAAAAAABPQ/Qu3ikgW-D-Y/s400/IMG_3424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-7428548219044126477?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7428548219044126477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=7428548219044126477' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7428548219044126477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7428548219044126477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-happenings.html' title='Halloween Happenings'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/TNoWqpI0V1I/AAAAAAAABOg/7UJA88rMOrk/s72-c/IMG_3435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-2892896821143640604</id><published>2010-10-12T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T13:57:03.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She survived another year...</title><content type='html'>That's right- someone in our family just turned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TLTI8ezGFEI/AAAAAAAABNQ/g4eS1Ah8bdI/s1600/IMG_3309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527263584075519042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TLTI8ezGFEI/AAAAAAAABNQ/g4eS1Ah8bdI/s400/IMG_3309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it was actually like 3 weeks ago but hey- I'm in a little late in posting.  We had such a nice low key birthday.  A homemade cake with my awesome cake decorating skills (as apparent from the picture above).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TLTI897zWpI/AAAAAAAABNY/FoLHZWtJKv0/s1600/IMG_3318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527263592433539730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TLTI897zWpI/AAAAAAAABNY/FoLHZWtJKv0/s400/IMG_3318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And an awesome not wrapped trike-bike for her to ride.  Excuse her nakedness.  In fact I took plenty of pictures but none of them actually had all the kids dressed.  Hmm...interesting... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just have to write about this little turkey.  She:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*loves to copy the girls, even imitating them with her hands on hips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*likes to wrestle with "Bencer."  It just recently changed from "Buddy" to "Bencer"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Will not eat meals.  She'd much rather raid the pantry for "tweets."  In total desperation she'll climb up to the cough drops and swipe one for a sugar rush.  What in the world???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*has such a sense of humor.  How does she know how to be so funny already?  She definitely takes after Cory in that regard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*gives the best hugs.  She even cups her hands around your neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*She likes to kiss my biceps- I mean where a normal person has a bicep.  Mine is just extra skin and fat and bone.  But that area of your arm she loves to kiss-a. lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*She puckers out her lips when you tell her to smile for pictures (as evident in the picture below)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TLTI9GX0_2I/AAAAAAAABNg/P5RHrt4NELw/s1600/IMG_3383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527263594698571618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TLTI9GX0_2I/AAAAAAAABNg/P5RHrt4NELw/s400/IMG_3383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just love this girl!!&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/878344685065761294-2892896821143640604?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2892896821143640604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=2892896821143640604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2892896821143640604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2892896821143640604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/10/she-survived-another-year.html' title='She survived another year...'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/TLTI8ezGFEI/AAAAAAAABNQ/g4eS1Ah8bdI/s72-c/IMG_3309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-5537195933270599850</id><published>2010-10-06T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T14:58:11.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A continuous drip</title><content type='html'>In these few days since Cory's been gone I've passed the one can of Cherry Coke a day to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TKzwj0FA5cI/AAAAAAAABNA/Hlw9D-4lvek/s1600/IV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525055340942517698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TKzwj0FA5cI/AAAAAAAABNA/Hlw9D-4lvek/s400/IV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TKzwkqxfFMI/AAAAAAAABNI/Cm4JPMV_PQk/s1600/cherry+coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525055355624559810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TKzwkqxfFMI/AAAAAAAABNI/Cm4JPMV_PQk/s400/cherry+coke.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah- a continual IV drip of the stuff. Sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-5537195933270599850?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5537195933270599850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=5537195933270599850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5537195933270599850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5537195933270599850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/10/continuous-drip.html' title='A continuous drip'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/TKzwj0FA5cI/AAAAAAAABNA/Hlw9D-4lvek/s72-c/IV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-1143976112650703736</id><published>2010-10-04T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T22:57:35.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone want them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TKq8NZDulRI/AAAAAAAABLw/gN-0LasrONw/s1600/IMG_3349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524434831174178066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TKq8NZDulRI/AAAAAAAABLw/gN-0LasrONw/s400/IMG_3349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh- these kids!  Tonight was one of those nights.  Cory is out of town for 5 nights.  It's just me... and these kids.  Seriously, if I could have hired a nanny I would have done it in a heartbeat!!!  Isn't it funny how you could be so in love with your kids one second and literally the next you are so stinkin' mad?!?!  How do you describe that emotion to someone?  What would you call that emotion?  mave (mad-love mix)?  Luckily I got the 2 feet long royal blue marker off the carpet and the scribbles off the bookshelf.  I guess Avery decided she wanted to "do homework" too.  I also successfully scrubbed the glue off our stainless steel refrigerator while at the same time scratching it (nice).  Spencer did that one.  Ashley led the kids in a craft while I fed Trevor.  Spencer wanted to put his pumpkin picture on the fridge so he used glue.  So I guess in a way it was really innocent and cute... And terrible for the fridge!  Needless to say- I stocked up on my "get through it" drug- Cherry Coke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-1143976112650703736?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1143976112650703736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=1143976112650703736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1143976112650703736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1143976112650703736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/10/anyone-want-them.html' title='Anyone want them?'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/TKq8NZDulRI/AAAAAAAABLw/gN-0LasrONw/s72-c/IMG_3349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-8191700668487854552</id><published>2010-08-27T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T12:27:50.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THgQgJt1bgI/AAAAAAAABLg/6n96Ql4WxQs/s1600/IMG_3220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510172288637824514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THgQgJt1bgI/AAAAAAAABLg/6n96Ql4WxQs/s400/IMG_3220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THgQflRR06I/AAAAAAAABLY/UllSxU0IV5A/s1600/IMG_3201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510172278854374306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THgQflRR06I/AAAAAAAABLY/UllSxU0IV5A/s400/IMG_3201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, Mr. Go-With-The-Flow is 2 weeks old already!  He is a great baby (honest!).  As for bedtime, he sleeps from about 9:30pm-2:30am and then again from 3:30am-about 7:00am.  Please notice that he's awake for an hour in the night.  That's how long it takes him to eat.  What the heck!  We've gotta work on that.  There's only so many entertaining shows on TV during that time.  I usually default to CNN news or something like that.  I think he's figured out that he doesn't like to be held by the younger kids for more than a few minutes at a time- it couldn't be the constant screaming or poking they do...&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/878344685065761294-8191700668487854552?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8191700668487854552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=8191700668487854552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/8191700668487854552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/8191700668487854552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/08/2-weeks-old.html' title='2 weeks old!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/THgQgJt1bgI/AAAAAAAABLg/6n96Ql4WxQs/s72-c/IMG_3220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-5926999269270977586</id><published>2010-08-25T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T12:40:16.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's school time again!</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness that summer is over!  We had a rough one since I've been so stinkin' pregnant!  Maybe I should say lazy.  And hot.  But we've made it out alive!  Yesterday was the kids' first day of school and they were sure excited for it.  I bought each of he girls a chapstick that hooks onto their backpacks and I made up a little tag to go with it.  The tag said, "Pretty lips say pretty things."  I really want them to be nice to EVERYONE- that, to me, is just as important as being smart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andi started PM kindergarten this year 11:40-3:00.  Her teacher is Ms. Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THVu37tLWBI/AAAAAAAABLA/m3maWsC2F7E/s1600/IMG_3205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509431626356709394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THVu37tLWBI/AAAAAAAABLA/m3maWsC2F7E/s400/IMG_3205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THVu3bT9MNI/AAAAAAAABK4/XOKrEbZ8wb4/s1600/IMG_3206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509431617660989650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THVu3bT9MNI/AAAAAAAABK4/XOKrEbZ8wb4/s400/IMG_3206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks so nervous in this picture.  I think she was a little bit but handled it like a pro.  And yes, I cried after I dropped her off.  You'd think I'd be over that by now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THVu26R19fI/AAAAAAAABKw/qfYljch5zCc/s1600/IMG_3219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509431608793757170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THVu26R19fI/AAAAAAAABKw/qfYljch5zCc/s400/IMG_3219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsle started 2nd grade this year.  When I asked her what she was most excited for, she said "Seeing Mrs. Jennings."  That's her teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THVuVdPe2TI/AAAAAAAABKo/nmY-O2LavjI/s1600/IMG_3208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509431034063542578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THVuVdPe2TI/AAAAAAAABKo/nmY-O2LavjI/s400/IMG_3208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THVuUv0kROI/AAAAAAAABKg/dzuH1B3M29A/s1600/IMG_3209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509431021871056098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THVuUv0kROI/AAAAAAAABKg/dzuH1B3M29A/s400/IMG_3209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley is starting 3rd grade this year.  When I asked her what she was most excited for she said, "Seeing my friends."  That works, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THVuUDmEzII/AAAAAAAABKY/dOdLuH3jd_Q/s1600/IMG_3211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 327px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509431009999113346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THVuUDmEzII/AAAAAAAABKY/dOdLuH3jd_Q/s400/IMG_3211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THVuTSn5cnI/AAAAAAAABKQ/DzaW45gsozk/s1600/IMG_3212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509430996853420658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THVuTSn5cnI/AAAAAAAABKQ/DzaW45gsozk/s400/IMG_3212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THVuS9F6NLI/AAAAAAAABKI/VEjWfEpz21g/s1600/IMG_3213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509430991073719474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THVuS9F6NLI/AAAAAAAABKI/VEjWfEpz21g/s400/IMG_3213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the kids on their 2nd day of school. They chose to all be matchy-matchy in the latest fads (for them)-Paul Frank.  Even Spencer got in on the action even though he doesn't start preschool for another 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THVu4qF8GHI/AAAAAAAABLI/20iS9jxBbHM/s1600/IMG_3224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509431638808598642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THVu4qF8GHI/AAAAAAAABLI/20iS9jxBbHM/s400/IMG_3224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THVu5IvVwOI/AAAAAAAABLQ/GsRFfcd6rNc/s1600/IMG_3226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509431647035310306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/THVu5IvVwOI/AAAAAAAABLQ/GsRFfcd6rNc/s400/IMG_3226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-5926999269270977586?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5926999269270977586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=5926999269270977586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5926999269270977586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5926999269270977586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-school-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s school time again!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/THVu37tLWBI/AAAAAAAABLA/m3maWsC2F7E/s72-c/IMG_3205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-2004681017347533398</id><published>2010-08-18T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T14:05:53.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 11th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGxK_9HVLlI/AAAAAAAABKA/B-ksMhjzNtc/s1600/IMG_1698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506858906964799058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGxK_9HVLlI/AAAAAAAABKA/B-ksMhjzNtc/s400/IMG_1698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, today is our anniversary. Our 11th!!! For obvious reasons (giving birth 8 days ago!) we're not doing anything special.   As for being married for 11 years- it sounds like a long time but it doesn't really feel like that long. That's a good thing, right?!?!!!! 11 years and 6 kids later- life is wonderful and I'm so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/878344685065761294-2004681017347533398?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2004681017347533398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=2004681017347533398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2004681017347533398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2004681017347533398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-11th.html' title='Happy 11th!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGxK_9HVLlI/AAAAAAAABKA/B-ksMhjzNtc/s72-c/IMG_1698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-7823821492341041251</id><published>2010-08-16T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T13:24:11.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andi's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGmbz6eVpcI/AAAAAAAABJ4/4mKG8-s1ETc/s1600/IMG_2986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506103335609279938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGmbz6eVpcI/AAAAAAAABJ4/4mKG8-s1ETc/s400/IMG_2986.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;div&gt;This little girl just turned 5. I can't believe it. Really, I can't. I remember so clearly the day she was born. It was on a hot Sunday afternoon while my mom had the 2 big girls at church. We almost named her Kinsey Paige but we just couldn't let her feel left out. Good choice because she's so totally an "Andi." And she's so dang loud! I think the most common phrase you'll hear in our house is, "Andi, you don't need to be so loud!" Her talking voice is like a normal person's yelling voice! And forget whispering in church- I think she physically cannot do it. She's decided to take after Ainslee and be totally into fashion and makeup (oh geez). And she loves, LOVES to dance. She is very outgoing and can make friends with anyone. She is a really, really happy girl. And she has a great sense of humor. I am so lucky to be her mom (bring on the cheese, but it's true). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just hours old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGmac2cc_7I/AAAAAAAABI4/x8fSE9033Vk/s1600/Andi+Rice.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506101839879012274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGmac2cc_7I/AAAAAAAABI4/x8fSE9033Vk/s400/Andi+Rice.GIF" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 months old- In her blessing outfit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGmacmzbhnI/AAAAAAAABIw/zjZ3UfeqXdA/s1600/Andi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506101835680417394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGmacmzbhnI/AAAAAAAABIw/zjZ3UfeqXdA/s400/Andi.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her new trick when she was 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGmadzPZG2I/AAAAAAAABJI/wUpgLaeO13k/s1600/HPIM1273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506101856198794082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGmadzPZG2I/AAAAAAAABJI/wUpgLaeO13k/s400/HPIM1273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter- 18 months old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGmaeQQlaiI/AAAAAAAABJQ/WOoh180Q8Oo/s1600/HPIM1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506101863988423202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGmaeQQlaiI/AAAAAAAABJQ/WOoh180Q8Oo/s400/HPIM1595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up at the ranch- 2 yrs. old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGmbx6sAm9I/AAAAAAAABJY/AFJ9BXyfNRQ/s1600/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506103301306883026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGmbx6sAm9I/AAAAAAAABJY/AFJ9BXyfNRQ/s400/IMG_0455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st day of preschool- 3  yrs. old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGmbyVKGspI/AAAAAAAABJg/kISpB1B5p0A/s1600/IMG_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506103308412433042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGmbyVKGspI/AAAAAAAABJg/kISpB1B5p0A/s400/IMG_0676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st Sunday as a Sunbeam- 3 yrs. old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGmbyxum5KI/AAAAAAAABJo/V_5e2t6DSKo/s1600/IMG_1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506103316081730722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGmbyxum5KI/AAAAAAAABJo/V_5e2t6DSKo/s400/IMG_1575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday- 4 yrs. old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGmbzqZy79I/AAAAAAAABJw/qppQvditXi0/s1600/IMG_2306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506103331295260626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGmbzqZy79I/AAAAAAAABJw/qppQvditXi0/s400/IMG_2306.JPG" /&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-7823821492341041251?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7823821492341041251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=7823821492341041251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7823821492341041251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7823821492341041251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/08/andis-birthday.html' title='Andi&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/TGmbz6eVpcI/AAAAAAAABJ4/4mKG8-s1ETc/s72-c/IMG_2986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-9220987237191021802</id><published>2010-08-10T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:41:58.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trevor Aaron Rice</title><content type='html'>Here are some pics of little Trevor.  He was born Aug 10, 2010 at 11:56 AM.  He weighed 8 lbs 13 oz.  Our largest baby to date was 7 lbs 5 oz.  So much bigger.  He measured 20 inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was clockwork delivery like all 6 kids.  Drip of Pitocin and baby 3-4 hrs later.  Mom and baby are doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/TGH_RlAkeXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZHwk34-gEmg/s1600/IMG_3181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/TGH_RlAkeXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZHwk34-gEmg/s200/IMG_3181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503960897080818034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/TGH_kyMYGKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0ykAvVCkZ88/s1600/IMG_3178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/TGH_kyMYGKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0ykAvVCkZ88/s200/IMG_3178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503961227037513890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/TGH_yP-_pfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Gr5xf8uSrk8/s1600/IMG_3184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/TGH_yP-_pfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Gr5xf8uSrk8/s200/IMG_3184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503961458372748786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-9220987237191021802?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9220987237191021802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=9220987237191021802' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/9220987237191021802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/9220987237191021802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/08/trevor-aaron-rice.html' title='Trevor Aaron Rice'/><author><name>Cory</name><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/_CAc5C3XN6wI/TGH_RlAkeXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZHwk34-gEmg/s72-c/IMG_3181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-4415888531663156692</id><published>2010-08-03T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T16:21:37.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Spencer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Spencer said something so funny a few minutes ago that I just had to write it down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TFikUsO1wiI/AAAAAAAABIk/W9bDVqfTmgM/s1600/IMG_3101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501327620210803234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TFikUsO1wiI/AAAAAAAABIk/W9bDVqfTmgM/s400/IMG_3101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was drinking some herbal tea with some black cohosh in it (remember I'm due in a few days?!). Let me tell you- it's pretty rancid and almost as bad as castor oil (not that I'd know... or anything...). So when I finished chugging it all down I made a terrible face and horrible gagging sounds. Spencer said to me, "Mom- now you are going to turn into a werewolf. Or a giraffe." Goodness! I guess I'm okay with that if it means I have this baby soon!&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/878344685065761294-4415888531663156692?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4415888531663156692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=4415888531663156692' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4415888531663156692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4415888531663156692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/08/funny-spencer.html' title='Funny Spencer'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/TFikUsO1wiI/AAAAAAAABIk/W9bDVqfTmgM/s72-c/IMG_3101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-9135214711464394511</id><published>2010-07-24T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T08:55:07.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to Avery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TEsL6SqT1MI/AAAAAAAABIc/GxU-o5Tu_pM/s1600/IMG_2795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497500866205439170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TEsL6SqT1MI/AAAAAAAABIc/GxU-o5Tu_pM/s400/IMG_2795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TEsL5mE7S5I/AAAAAAAABIU/tzcLILAoydI/s1600/IMG_2913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497500854237481874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TEsL5mE7S5I/AAAAAAAABIU/tzcLILAoydI/s400/IMG_2913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TEsLuign4BI/AAAAAAAABIM/1m2C6kEc0XM/s1600/IMG_2926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497500664301346834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TEsLuign4BI/AAAAAAAABIM/1m2C6kEc0XM/s400/IMG_2926.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TEsLuDFIIsI/AAAAAAAABIE/JEowBODq7EI/s1600/IMG_2961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497500655864521410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TEsLuDFIIsI/AAAAAAAABIE/JEowBODq7EI/s400/IMG_2961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TEsLtmH-JsI/AAAAAAAABH8/1VxdOn3FOcE/s1600/IMG_2973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497500648091821762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TEsLtmH-JsI/AAAAAAAABH8/1VxdOn3FOcE/s400/IMG_2973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TEsLtKo8qnI/AAAAAAAABH0/9oP_EIelR1o/s1600/IMG_2975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497500640713943666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TEsLtKo8qnI/AAAAAAAABH0/9oP_EIelR1o/s400/IMG_2975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TEsLsWDBQJI/AAAAAAAABHs/IU_i8i15Y4U/s1600/IMG_3146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497500626596216978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TEsLsWDBQJI/AAAAAAAABHs/IU_i8i15Y4U/s400/IMG_3146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Sweet Avery,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not yet 2 yrs old but in a couple of weeks you won't be the baby anymore- not that you ever acted like one!  You've really blessed our lives in so many ways and we're grateful for the joy you bring us.  If your new baby brother is anything like you- we will be so lucky (and skinny from chasing after you both)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-9135214711464394511?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9135214711464394511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=9135214711464394511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/9135214711464394511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/9135214711464394511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/07/letter-to-avery.html' title='A Letter to Avery'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/TEsL6SqT1MI/AAAAAAAABIc/GxU-o5Tu_pM/s72-c/IMG_2795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-4047869402730765350</id><published>2010-07-15T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T15:22:25.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't tell me that!</title><content type='html'>One thing you DO NOT want to hear from your OBGYN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm.  This is going to be a big baby. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?  A big baby?  My biggest has been only been 7 1/2 lbs!  I am really, REALLY hoping he's wrong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-4047869402730765350?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4047869402730765350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=4047869402730765350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4047869402730765350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4047869402730765350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-tell-me-that.html' title='Don&apos;t tell me that!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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-878344685065761294.post-7149799750921543129</id><published>2010-07-07T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T15:23:16.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Gone</title><content type='html'>I don't know about what everyone else has done in the past 2 weeks, but boy, we've had a GREAT time on vacation!  Too much to post now- I'm too exhausted, really.  But just think happy thoughts about Family Reunions, Disneyland, Whole Enchilada, Portillos, Vegas Condo, Grandmas, Grandpas, Aunts, Bees Game, Swimming, Carrie Underwood, and Fireworks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-7149799750921543129?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7149799750921543129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=7149799750921543129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7149799750921543129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7149799750921543129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-time-gone.html' title='Long Time Gone'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-1672415498677880563</id><published>2010-06-01T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T13:37:49.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andi's Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did it- she graduated from preschool.  I guess she passed the coloring-without-scribbling test, the painting-without-getting-it-all-over-your-clothes test, the eating-snack-without-getting-food-all-over-your-face test, and of course her letters, numbers, colors, and shapes test.  Hard tasks, I know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TAVsP15NZGI/AAAAAAAABG8/_ajIVu1HgIE/s1600/IMG_2956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477903541186946146" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TAVsP15NZGI/AAAAAAAABG8/_ajIVu1HgIE/s400/IMG_2956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TAVsQYLPLDI/AAAAAAAABHE/z0uInw_avwg/s1600/IMG_2952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477903550389365810" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TAVsQYLPLDI/AAAAAAAABHE/z0uInw_avwg/s400/IMG_2952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before she finished for the year her class took a tour of a fire house- not a fire station, mind you.  It actually had the living quarters for the firemen.  I think I enjoyed it more than she and Spencer (who of course came along for the ride.  After all, he is an honorary member of the class).  Now that I think about it, maybe it was the firemen that I enjoyed more than  the tour.  Um, I mean... um... what?  Nothing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TAVs7hSsxQI/AAAAAAAABHc/ohebPA0IlMs/s1600/IMG_2936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477904291570959618" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TAVs7hSsxQI/AAAAAAAABHc/ohebPA0IlMs/s400/IMG_2936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TAVsRjCDqYI/AAAAAAAABHU/pucz6MFqjPI/s1600/IMG_2941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477903570483521922" style="WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TAVsRjCDqYI/AAAAAAAABHU/pucz6MFqjPI/s400/IMG_2941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TAVs8DBTBDI/AAAAAAAABHk/nqkYkov2sCw/s1600/IMG_2935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477904300624774194" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TAVs8DBTBDI/AAAAAAAABHk/nqkYkov2sCw/s400/IMG_2935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TAVsQwVv0sI/AAAAAAAABHM/qP7yONlRrYM/s1600/IMG_2945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477903556875899586" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TAVsQwVv0sI/AAAAAAAABHM/qP7yONlRrYM/s400/IMG_2945.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;The honorary preschooler:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TAVsPFR1cVI/AAAAAAAABG0/LpPonZKjSKk/s1600/IMG_2965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477903528136896850" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/TAVsPFR1cVI/AAAAAAAABG0/LpPonZKjSKk/s400/IMG_2965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off she goes to kindergarten.  Too bad they didn't have a "stop-screaming-at-the-top-of-your-lungs" test.  She'd never get past preschool.  &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/878344685065761294-1672415498677880563?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1672415498677880563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=1672415498677880563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1672415498677880563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1672415498677880563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/andis-preschool.html' title='Andi&apos;s Preschool'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/TAVsP15NZGI/AAAAAAAABG8/_ajIVu1HgIE/s72-c/IMG_2956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-7518094485680503670</id><published>2010-05-15T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:15:45.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Time</title><content type='html'>&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;I've just realized that I've slacked off quite a bit with my pictures and not just for the blog. I just haven't organized them lately and found a few minutes to do them. So why not just throw them up on the blog at the same time? We're talking old school pictures here- way back to Valentine's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what they all wore that day to school- you gotta love red! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8CnRp3qVI/AAAAAAAABGs/r3G3-XzBO2I/s1600/IMG_2791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471594946055612754" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8CnRp3qVI/AAAAAAAABGs/r3G3-XzBO2I/s320/IMG_2791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after Christmas we decided to beat the winter blues so I had all the kids pick out one activity from the Parks and Rec catalog from the city.  It's so funny what they picked!  Ainslee picked ballet (true to form), Andi picked gymnastics (true to form again), Ashley picked a soccer class (I would've thought an art class), and Spencer-well daddy- picked flag football.   I didn't get any pictures of Andi in her gymnastics class and we ended up canceling the football class because of our scheduling.  Ashley's class is still going on.  But we did get Ainslee in her last class- she loved it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8BST4--SI/AAAAAAAABFU/XD1cDXbimXI/s1600/IMG_2857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471593486366996770" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8BST4--SI/AAAAAAAABFU/XD1cDXbimXI/s320/IMG_2857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And spring would not be complete without a rainbow.  Luckily we've seen quite a few since we've lived here.  They're beautiful.  This is from our back patio.  Those trees were in full bloom still so it must have been the beginning of March when we saw this rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8BSyiAW-I/AAAAAAAABFc/byernu1v2ug/s1600/IMG_2853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471593494592117730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8BSyiAW-I/AAAAAAAABFc/byernu1v2ug/s320/IMG_2853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This spring we also went through an "everything is breaking at the same time" phase.  When it rains, it pours, right?  I can't even name all the things that we had to replace but of course we had to get a picture of this one.   This is what happens when you let your husband vacuum!  The handle completely broke off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8CCb4zUpI/AAAAAAAABF0/gB3pNZj0LuU/s1600/IMG_2916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471594313147437714" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8CCb4zUpI/AAAAAAAABF0/gB3pNZj0LuU/s320/IMG_2916.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;Then spring came along and I had to keep the kids busy for the week.  We took a couple of excursions and had some nice lazy days.  If only summer could last one week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed over to a place called Daffodill Hill.  It was beautiful but a little too far out of the way for my taste.  The kids had a fun time until the drive back.  Wouldn't you know it- 15 minutes from being home and Ainslee gets car sick.  I'm talking ALL over the car... fun times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8CU2pfEHI/AAAAAAAABGU/l_9PEWo1qmw/s1600/IMG_2892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471594629568598130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8CU2pfEHI/AAAAAAAABGU/l_9PEWo1qmw/s320/IMG_2892.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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8CVQm1r4I/AAAAAAAABGc/Uq3U-TYIJTU/s1600/IMG_2895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471594636536819586" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8CVQm1r4I/AAAAAAAABGc/Uq3U-TYIJTU/s320/IMG_2895.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;Then off to the Jelly Belly Factory.  I thought the older 3 were old enough to understand what was going on.  Spencer and I just wanted the free package of jelly beans at the end.   Here we are on our way to the Factory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8CVwOqFBI/AAAAAAAABGk/4ezYaDEbzRw/s1600/IMG_2896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471594645025330194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8CVwOqFBI/AAAAAAAABGk/4ezYaDEbzRw/s320/IMG_2896.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;Yes, there's Avery not going with the flow... she's got another whole post coming soon- she deserves one all to herself- if you know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8CEL4oWlI/AAAAAAAABGM/ywn_ARkWMv8/s1600/IMG_2901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471594343211489874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8CEL4oWlI/AAAAAAAABGM/ywn_ARkWMv8/s320/IMG_2901.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;Then it was Easter time.  It was just us this year because that's how it worked out and it was fine.  The Easter bunny came, we painted eggs, ate deviled eggs (the kids actually liked them), had an egg hunt, made our traditional bunny pancakes, and had a nice-ish dinner (no one to impress!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8CC9eOEiI/AAAAAAAABF8/pzjZL0V9hC8/s1600/IMG_2902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471594322162749986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8CC9eOEiI/AAAAAAAABF8/pzjZL0V9hC8/s320/IMG_2902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8CDo7zM8I/AAAAAAAABGE/0l0epCx9qYQ/s1600/IMG_2910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471594333829542850" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8CDo7zM8I/AAAAAAAABGE/0l0epCx9qYQ/s320/IMG_2910.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;And finally (I told you there were a lot of pictures) in the middle of April I was able to take the Ashley, Ainslee, and Andi into San Fran to see Wicked.  Did you know that this muscial actually had it's debut in San Fran?  Pretty cool, huh.  A friend in our ward got a group rate on tickets so about 30 of us went. It was AMAZING and I'd see it every day if I could.  I am so lucky that I got to spend the day with my 3 oldest even though I almost had a heart attack from trying to find parking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8BTpITa0I/AAAAAAAABFk/8sn1ilz9P84/s1600/IMG_2922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471593509248265026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8BTpITa0I/AAAAAAAABFk/8sn1ilz9P84/s320/IMG_2922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8BUBBZzFI/AAAAAAAABFs/ho7oh6uJghM/s1600/IMG_2923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471593515661773906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8BUBBZzFI/AAAAAAAABFs/ho7oh6uJghM/s320/IMG_2923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  I think I look like Galinda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Just kidding&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/878344685065761294-7518094485680503670?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7518094485680503670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=7518094485680503670' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7518094485680503670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7518094485680503670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/picture-time.html' title='Picture Time'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/S-8CnRp3qVI/AAAAAAAABGs/r3G3-XzBO2I/s72-c/IMG_2791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-1249284598927006347</id><published>2010-04-21T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T14:47:45.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUr Ultrasound Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bless that man. He's the one who told us we were having a nother boy. Hallelujah! Here's a funny story about our ultrasound experience:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cory and I were sitting in the waiting room at the radiology center. Several of the ultrasound workers were coming in and out calling names. I personally was hoping to not see the person who did Spencer's ultrasound- he was terrible!!!! I didn't see him so I had some hope. Then we see this guy who is totally buff in his lab coat- but on the short side. He was really, really tan- like spray tan- tan. His hair was slicked back with tons of gel. Cory and I kinda giggled because come one- he does ultrasounds?!?! So we wait for another couple of minutes. And then our ultrasound guy comes out- IT'S THAT GUY!!! Cory and I glance at each other with shocked grins and wide eyes. He's very formal and introduces himself as Forrest. Really? Forrest? As we get in there I notice that he's got this silk button up purple and white long sleeve shirt on. And the sleeves are rolled up and the top couple of buttons are unbuttoned. Yes, a few long dark hairs are sticking out! And he's totally the whole 'sleeve' tattoo thing going on his arms, down to his wrists, and a little on his hands! Wha?!?! Crazy. But I'll tell you what- I must confess. He was EXCELLENT!!!!! The best ultrasound guy- or girl- ever. I decided that my dear friend, Forrest, looks like a combination of these two guys: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S89xTn2ovkI/AAAAAAAABE0/VXGNLSOhIh8/s1600/Jesse+James.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462709454953299522" style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S89xTn2ovkI/AAAAAAAABE0/VXGNLSOhIh8/s320/Jesse+James.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Our dear sweet Jesse James)&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S89xTyySvGI/AAAAAAAABE8/12m8nlFnwV4/s1600/Jersey+Shore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462709457887870050" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S89xTyySvGI/AAAAAAAABE8/12m8nlFnwV4/s320/Jersey+Shore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Some guy from Jersey Shore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm exactly dead on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forrest asked us before he started the ultrasound if we wanted to know the gender- we said, YES!  So I lay down, get the squirty stuff, and he put the little device thing on my bellly.  He yanked it off immediately.  I thought, What the heck?  Is he playing a joke?  Then has asked, "Are you sure you want to know?  Because I already know 100% what you're having."  That could only mean one thing-  there was a little ding dong showing.  Forrest confirmed and said it was a boy.  Of course Cory didn't believe it-  but it's about as obvious as you can get.  Needless to say Cory was so excited we went out for a steak dinner afterward...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yippee!!!&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/878344685065761294-1249284598927006347?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1249284598927006347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=1249284598927006347' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1249284598927006347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1249284598927006347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-ultrasound-guy.html' title='OUr Ultrasound Guy'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/S89xTn2ovkI/AAAAAAAABE0/VXGNLSOhIh8/s72-c/Jesse+James.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-4576672735046496806</id><published>2010-03-24T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:37:09.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the answer is.....</title><content type='html'>"Mr. and Mrs. Rice, it appears that your baby girl will have to go through life with a third leg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll post the ultrasound pictures later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-4576672735046496806?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4576672735046496806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=4576672735046496806' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4576672735046496806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4576672735046496806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-answer-is.html' title='And the answer is.....'/><author><name>Cory</name><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-1892314672127074546</id><published>2010-03-16T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:21:48.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulled Back (as opposed to pulled pork)</title><content type='html'>Is it normal to pull your back out so bad that you have to lay flat for 2 days in a row? And laying flat really hurts. And so does laying on your side. And forget about walking- I look like an 90 year old hunch-backed man. And it feels like you need a crane to pull you to an upright position. And every muscle in your upper back, shoulders, hips, and quads hurt just as much because they're all making up the difference for the job your lower back is supposed to do. And you tell your poor little kids to find their own after school snacks and they take advantage and grab out the Doritos. And you say, "awesome." And you hope and pray a maid will just walk in the house and do all the chores for you or those little animals from Snow White. But that won't happen so you do them anyway because what's worse... a nasty house or a hurt back. It's a toss up on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that all normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S6ASJCv280I/AAAAAAAABEs/pxMKUoHy8tw/s1600-h/casestudy4large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449375495684027202" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S6ASJCv280I/AAAAAAAABEs/pxMKUoHy8tw/s400/casestudy4large.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/878344685065761294-1892314672127074546?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1892314672127074546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=1892314672127074546' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1892314672127074546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1892314672127074546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/pulled-back-as-opposed-to-pulled-pork.html' title='Pulled Back (as opposed to pulled pork)'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/S6ASJCv280I/AAAAAAAABEs/pxMKUoHy8tw/s72-c/casestudy4large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-7336038473692307246</id><published>2010-02-26T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T13:08:44.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popcorn Popping on the ... tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Spring occassionally will show up here in Roseville. Some days it's really rainy and overcast and some days it's a beautiful 68 degrees. There doesn't seem to be much in between right now.. so yes, spring is coming. In fact the trees on our street islands are in full bloom. I don't know what kind of trees they are but they only in bloom for 3 or 4 weeks. They come in 2 varities- white blooms or pink blooms. They are my favorite trees in the world! But I have no clue what they are. We're lucky to have a bunch out our kitchen window. They're the white ones and it relaly looks like popcorn popping! Honestly this picture is not edited at all-it was taken with my little point and shoot. It surely doesn't give the trees justice but it's a good idea what it looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S4g4SPQqHdI/AAAAAAAABEk/HaQ4QT0tyJo/s1600-h/IMG_2847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442662035662446034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S4g4SPQqHdI/AAAAAAAABEk/HaQ4QT0tyJo/s320/IMG_2847.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/878344685065761294-7336038473692307246?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7336038473692307246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=7336038473692307246' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7336038473692307246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7336038473692307246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/popcorn-popping-on-tree.html' title='Popcorn Popping on the ... tree'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/S4g4SPQqHdI/AAAAAAAABEk/HaQ4QT0tyJo/s72-c/IMG_2847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-7397770964811091711</id><published>2010-02-19T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T08:40:16.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays and Baptisms</title><content type='html'>January and February are very busy months around these parts. We have Ashley's birthday on Jan 13 (and she was baptized a few days later), Spencer's on Jan 15, Cory's on Feb 9, and Ainslee's on Feb 17. It's a little hard to keep up and believe me sometimes the birthdays don't happen on the exact birthday day. But we still have fun anyway... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a homemade cake a la Walmart- remember the broken mixer? She got to pick out a bike for her birthday. Everyone needed new bikes this year and since Santa brought Spencer and Andi one, the bigger girls had to wait a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S37ZQ7CbZFI/AAAAAAAABEc/saIoMYDaFR0/s1600-h/IMG_2733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440024284659147858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S37ZQ7CbZFI/AAAAAAAABEc/saIoMYDaFR0/s320/IMG_2733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids get birthday parties with friends every other year- on their even birthdays starting at age 6 (I'm so against the entitlement attitude). She picked her 4 closest friends and I took them all out for ice cream Sundaes. Pretty much the cheapest and easiest birthday party I've ever done. They had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S37ZD9RBllI/AAAAAAAABEE/wB8qr_sqF4Y/s1600-h/IMG_2821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440024061918942802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S37ZD9RBllI/AAAAAAAABEE/wB8qr_sqF4Y/s320/IMG_2821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley was baptized on Jan. 16. It was so nice. I was a little nervous about how to 'do' one. Our stake does individual baptisms which is nice because it's just our little celebration but then again I have to plan it all. I had Ashley pick out the songs, who would say the prayers, and who would give the talks. Ashley, Ainslee, and Andi sang "I'm trying to be like Jesus" and it was just wonderful. The whole day was. We had family come in to support us. We know what a sacrifice it is since we live so far away and we don't have anything fun near us to visit. I mean why would anyone want to come here? No beach, city, mountains... just the Rice Family Circus.   Here's a sweet story about Ashley. When she was getting comfirmed, she teared up quite a bit. I could feel her strong spirit and she felt for the first time the Holy Ghost. I hope and pray that she remembers that feeling to help her through her decisions. I'm so proud of her and her decision to be baptized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S37ZQOJwCxI/AAAAAAAABEU/Y7YLB0dimWM/s1600-h/IMG_2763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440024272610265874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S37ZQOJwCxI/AAAAAAAABEU/Y7YLB0dimWM/s320/IMG_2763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S37ZEhU6HLI/AAAAAAAABEM/bPgvHdPjULM/s1600-h/IMG_2779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440024071598906546" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S37ZEhU6HLI/AAAAAAAABEM/bPgvHdPjULM/s320/IMG_2779.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;Next was Mr. Spencer's birthday. It was actually the day before Ashley's baptism so we still had family in town. Again, cupcakes a la Walmart. He got some really great boy toys for his birthday which of course are so needed in this house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S37ZCc7iUsI/AAAAAAAABD8/_TrMgUNCnmM/s1600-h/IMG_2746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440024036059009730" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S37ZCc7iUsI/AAAAAAAABD8/_TrMgUNCnmM/s320/IMG_2746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was Cory's birthday but since he's the old man of the house he got his own posting (see below). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Ainslee turned 7 just the other day. We have a tradition of taking each birthday kid to a restaraunt of their choice- with just mom and dad. Ainslee had decided months and months ago that she wanted to go to Islands for their mini burgers. She's so funny about food. She has a definite taste for certain foods. She even described her birthday cake to me in perfect detail (I did get a cheap hand mixer for the occassion). So when no one can decide what we want to eat for dinner she'll be the one to ask. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S37ZBstQfrI/AAAAAAAABD0/I36xCxWNFiU/s1600-h/IMG_2841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440024023114219186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S37ZBstQfrI/AAAAAAAABD0/I36xCxWNFiU/s320/IMG_2841.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/878344685065761294-7397770964811091711?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7397770964811091711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=7397770964811091711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7397770964811091711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7397770964811091711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/birthdays-and-baptisms.html' title='Birthdays and Baptisms'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/S37ZQ7CbZFI/AAAAAAAABEc/saIoMYDaFR0/s72-c/IMG_2733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-59754043103338291</id><published>2010-02-09T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:53:20.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a great day for Cory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy 33rd Birthday, my dear hubby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S3HY_S9xU3I/AAAAAAAABDM/pvLJaU0WdGA/s1600-h/Cory_Shark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436364807147180914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S3HY_S9xU3I/AAAAAAAABDM/pvLJaU0WdGA/s320/Cory_Shark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S3HY_qo2NAI/AAAAAAAABDU/K2rOXrY46Uk/s1600-h/HPIM0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436364813501871106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S3HY_qo2NAI/AAAAAAAABDU/K2rOXrY46Uk/s320/HPIM0496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S3HZAaLEHJI/AAAAAAAABDc/K5hguFbWeaM/s1600-h/HPIM0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436364826261855378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S3HZAaLEHJI/AAAAAAAABDc/K5hguFbWeaM/s320/HPIM0613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S3HZA5IHVWI/AAAAAAAABDk/8iDsgIjyVNI/s1600-h/IMG_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436364834570982754" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S3HZA5IHVWI/AAAAAAAABDk/8iDsgIjyVNI/s320/IMG_0535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/878344685065761294-59754043103338291?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/59754043103338291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=59754043103338291' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/59754043103338291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/59754043103338291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-is-great-day.html' title='Today is a great day for Cory'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/S3HY_S9xU3I/AAAAAAAABDM/pvLJaU0WdGA/s72-c/Cory_Shark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-1403545292934963533</id><published>2010-02-06T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T12:58:14.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some Vitamin D... NOW!!!!</title><content type='html'>Rain, Rain, Go Away!&lt;br /&gt;Come again another day...&lt;br /&gt;If you don't go...&lt;br /&gt;someone's gonna get hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh! Too many gray and rainy/misty days makes me very grumpy. Anyone else? We've all got the itch to go to the park and play and do some yard work. I'm ready to play and have my skin kissed by the sun -no, I didn't grow up in LA or anything :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-1403545292934963533?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1403545292934963533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=1403545292934963533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1403545292934963533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1403545292934963533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/rain-rain-go-away-come-again-another.html' title='I need some Vitamin D... NOW!!!!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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-878344685065761294.post-1489180443075420967</id><published>2010-01-29T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:45:03.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just getting to December?</title><content type='html'>Really? I'm just getting around to December's events? How embarrassing. I'll just do it picture style then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Spencer and Avery enjoying a nice day out in the sunshine. Avery especially liked the garden dirt that day. Yumm-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S2MnNJD1mjI/AAAAAAAABCc/Rr5OQCgczOc/s1600-h/IMG_2657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432228682262747698" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S2MnNJD1mjI/AAAAAAAABCc/Rr5OQCgczOc/s320/IMG_2657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first every fire in the fireplace. We were a little nervous not ever having done one before but it turned out great. I think Cory and I woke up about each hour to make sure that none of us died of carbon monoxide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S2MnMg27rrI/AAAAAAAABCU/mM8gXe7xKjw/s1600-h/IMG_2664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432228671471201970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S2MnMg27rrI/AAAAAAAABCU/mM8gXe7xKjw/s320/IMG_2664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiddos dressed in their Christmas outfits for church. I've decided to go simple each year and just buy black, red, and white things. That way they can pass everything down each year but they all will still match. It's worked out well for the past few years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S2MnMF0v6EI/AAAAAAAABCM/ia1eME7j36w/s1600-h/IMG_2666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432228664214284354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S2MnMF0v6EI/AAAAAAAABCM/ia1eME7j36w/s320/IMG_2666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gingerbread House-making. This is the night that Cory broke my stand mixer... but I'm not bitter. Anyone got one they wanna give away? Just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S2Mm9FhWjOI/AAAAAAAABCE/bsLbuE3s7RM/s1600-h/IMG_2686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432228406434893026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S2Mm9FhWjOI/AAAAAAAABCE/bsLbuE3s7RM/s320/IMG_2686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley's poetry reading in school. She wrote a few poems and shared them with her class. She read them so perfectly. I'm so proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S2Mm8BVmECI/AAAAAAAABB8/OVAxc0oPC1g/s1600-h/IMG_2689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432228388131967010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S2Mm8BVmECI/AAAAAAAABB8/OVAxc0oPC1g/s320/IMG_2689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Christmas Eve festivities. Of course a yummy dinner of ham and potatoes and jello salad. Then onto a gift exchange game (way fun). Then onto our holiday talent show. Ashley played a few songs on the piano while Ainslee and Andi sang. And I massacred a piano duet with my cousin Lindsey. Nice. Then the reading of the nativity story with hand puppets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S2Mm7m4ScWI/AAAAAAAABB0/9H552nPpspQ/s1600-h/IMG_2707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432228381029724514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S2Mm7m4ScWI/AAAAAAAABB0/9H552nPpspQ/s320/IMG_2707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids and Lindsey's kids. I think we have the same picture from when we were little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S2Mm7P_hAKI/AAAAAAAABBs/Rx_Ut5ZmX1g/s1600-h/IMG_2714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432228374886023330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S2Mm7P_hAKI/AAAAAAAABBs/Rx_Ut5ZmX1g/s320/IMG_2714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building the worlds greatest snowman, Mr. Winter. Well, according to the kids it's the greatest. The kids did not understand, though, why we put a pipe in it's mouth. I said, "It's tradition" but I'm thinking that tradition's gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S2Mm6gfBtJI/AAAAAAAABBk/BhS8lfEFjDw/s1600-h/IMG_2728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432228362133288082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/S2Mm6gfBtJI/AAAAAAAABBk/BhS8lfEFjDw/s320/IMG_2728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-1489180443075420967?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1489180443075420967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=1489180443075420967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1489180443075420967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1489180443075420967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-getting-to-december.html' title='Just getting to December?'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/S2MnNJD1mjI/AAAAAAAABCc/Rr5OQCgczOc/s72-c/IMG_2657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-9114274905823929049</id><published>2009-11-30T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:21:30.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>It was great. It started with Andi having her little Thanksgiving feast and presentation at her preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SxQ-ET1o8uI/AAAAAAAABAs/OQ-25H4WOUY/s1600/IMG_2623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410017296144462562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SxQ-ET1o8uI/AAAAAAAABAs/OQ-25H4WOUY/s320/IMG_2623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cory made hor d'ouvres (horsey doovers) at 12noon for a little snack. Then we went on a walk to the park down the street. It was beautiful weather. No sweatshirt needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SxQ-Gr_H1zI/AAAAAAAABBM/WBkgSH61ig4/s1600/IMG_2637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410017336986425138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SxQ-Gr_H1zI/AAAAAAAABBM/WBkgSH61ig4/s320/IMG_2637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SxQ-FzLQkKI/AAAAAAAABBE/b9BRKHZdkfs/s1600/IMG_2640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410017321736507554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SxQ-FzLQkKI/AAAAAAAABBE/b9BRKHZdkfs/s320/IMG_2640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cory decided to be funny and climb up the play structure. He kinda got stuck trying to swing his leg over. I think he realized he's not as agile as he used to be. I guess no more acrobatics for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SxQ-E6_zjBI/AAAAAAAABA0/Q2Igs90U9OQ/s1600/IMG_2642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410017306656082962" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SxQ-E6_zjBI/AAAAAAAABA0/Q2Igs90U9OQ/s320/IMG_2642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people can fit on a slide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SxQ-FYrFfsI/AAAAAAAABA8/eTF6zP6AJzI/s1600/IMG_2648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410017314622242498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SxQ-FYrFfsI/AAAAAAAABA8/eTF6zP6AJzI/s320/IMG_2648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we stayed home for Thanksgiving this year, we invited another "Family-less" family over from our ward. They're great friends of ours and their 3 girls are the same ages as our older 3.&lt;br /&gt;Cory and I cooked the turkey, apple sausage dressing (bad recipe), traditionas dressing (good recipe), pumpking pie, carmel apple cream cheese pie, corn, and the mashed potatoes and gravy. I must say... it was DELICIOUS for our first time ever Thanksgiving dinner! Angie and Ric brought over yams, green bean casserole (a classic) and banana cream pie. We then followed the evening up with some guitar hero. Over all, it was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SxQ-XinaPiI/AAAAAAAABBU/alyTS4VHExY/s1600/IMG_2653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410017626528824866" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SxQ-XinaPiI/AAAAAAAABBU/alyTS4VHExY/s320/IMG_2653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to get a picture of this tree on our walk.  So vibrant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SxQ-YAKGoCI/AAAAAAAABBc/pBrhv2lUHC4/s1600/IMG_2651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410017634458968098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SxQ-YAKGoCI/AAAAAAAABBc/pBrhv2lUHC4/s320/IMG_2651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/878344685065761294-9114274905823929049?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9114274905823929049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=9114274905823929049' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/9114274905823929049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/9114274905823929049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-thanksgiving.html' title='Our Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SxQ-ET1o8uI/AAAAAAAABAs/OQ-25H4WOUY/s72-c/IMG_2623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-698335207992606243</id><published>2009-11-19T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T12:32:42.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful 4 yr old</title><content type='html'>This is our sweet dear Andi 2 months ago. Beautiful, wouldn't you say? Well, I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SwWqMabMvlI/AAAAAAAABAc/AEHnswMe93I/s1600/IMG_2390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405914057956703826" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SwWqMabMvlI/AAAAAAAABAc/AEHnswMe93I/s320/IMG_2390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I found this on the bathroom counter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SwWqLwyuV5I/AAAAAAAABAU/TiZChzY_J-E/s1600/IMG_2617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405914046781085586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SwWqLwyuV5I/AAAAAAAABAU/TiZChzY_J-E/s320/IMG_2617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now this our dear sweet Andi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SwWqMxr1GvI/AAAAAAAABAk/DcU88ZOi0m8/s1600/IMG_2619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405914064200473330" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SwWqMxr1GvI/AAAAAAAABAk/DcU88ZOi0m8/s320/IMG_2619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too happy about it. I told her she's very lucky I could fix her "cut off the piggy tail" episode into bangs. I'm not too fond of bangs- too much work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-698335207992606243?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/698335207992606243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=698335207992606243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/698335207992606243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/698335207992606243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-our-sweet-dear-andi-2-months.html' title='Beautiful 4 yr old'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SwWqMabMvlI/AAAAAAAABAc/AEHnswMe93I/s72-c/IMG_2390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-2778946997050886367</id><published>2009-11-12T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:39:10.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Fall</title><content type='html'>Is it weird that our garden is still producing peppers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Svy2F-5osfI/AAAAAAAAA_8/WireeJjxT9g/s1600-h/IMG_2616edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403393866838094322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Svy2F-5osfI/AAAAAAAAA_8/WireeJjxT9g/s320/IMG_2616edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and strawberries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Svy2FuYeIGI/AAAAAAAAA_0/-2QSyd_LrdE/s1600-h/IMG_2615edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403393862404022370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Svy2FuYeIGI/AAAAAAAAA_0/-2QSyd_LrdE/s320/IMG_2615edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look out the kitchen window, this is my view.  The changing colors of the trees sure tell me it's fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Svy4Hcqv9ZI/AAAAAAAABAM/jORm5_HuvY8/s1600-h/IMG_2608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403396091031844242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Svy4Hcqv9ZI/AAAAAAAABAM/jORm5_HuvY8/s320/IMG_2608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-2778946997050886367?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2778946997050886367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=2778946997050886367' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2778946997050886367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2778946997050886367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-for-fall.html' title='Time for Fall'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/Svy2F-5osfI/AAAAAAAAA_8/WireeJjxT9g/s72-c/IMG_2616edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-422787225403505014</id><published>2009-11-03T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:45:07.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweenie</title><content type='html'>Yes, ours was great.  Especially since the weather was a nice 68 degrees.  No jackets needed for Trick-or-Treating this year!  The kids had a nice time dressing up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: SuperGirl&lt;br /&gt;Ainslee: An academy award winning actress (she had the little statue, too)&lt;br /&gt;Andi: Tinkerbell&lt;br /&gt;Spencer: Skeleton&lt;br /&gt;Avery: A cat.  Actually, it's the same cat that all the girls have dressed up as.  We have pictures with each girl in that costume! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SvCTxKLwOqI/AAAAAAAAA_k/mjn10nekGaA/s1600-h/IMG_2593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399978425973750434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SvCTxKLwOqI/AAAAAAAAA_k/mjn10nekGaA/s320/IMG_2593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cory really likes dressing up.  But it always happens about an hour before it's time to go to the Ward Trunk-or-Treat.  Last year he was a cowboy which was good because he had everything for that.  This year he wanted me to dress up and I actually did.  I'm not the costume type but I'm getting over a lot of my fears in my old age (not scared of Mascots anymore!).  So we dug through some old boxes from High School.  Cory wore a football practice jersey (from his glory days, from what I hear) and I wore his Letterman jacket.  I also wore his class ring around my neck.  Yes, high school sweethearts.  Even though we weren't, but it's just a costume.  Pretty sure he called me Lori and Joanna once that night :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SvCTxR1enOI/AAAAAAAAA_s/jVsgnQqRoiE/s1600-h/IMG_2601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399978428027804898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SvCTxR1enOI/AAAAAAAAA_s/jVsgnQqRoiE/s320/IMG_2601.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;Earlier in the month I took a trip with the younger 3 to a pumpkin farm.  Great times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SvCTwhjOSLI/AAAAAAAAA_c/cWaAJct6fdc/s1600-h/IMG_2567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399978415066335410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SvCTwhjOSLI/AAAAAAAAA_c/cWaAJct6fdc/s320/IMG_2567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We even carved pumpkins for the first time since having kids.  We've always just "accidentally" forgot to carve them because it would just be total chaes.  But it wasn't this year.  No blood and no screaming.  Success!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. Aunt Karen: we only took 1 Butterfinger for our whole family!  Bummer that we missed you.&lt;br /&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/878344685065761294-422787225403505014?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/422787225403505014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=422787225403505014' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/422787225403505014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/422787225403505014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloweenie.html' title='Halloweenie'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SvCTxKLwOqI/AAAAAAAAA_k/mjn10nekGaA/s72-c/IMG_2593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-6973032307079180184</id><published>2009-10-28T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:54:56.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Spencer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Suihf-pZnWI/AAAAAAAAA_U/w-zVv2pioQM/s1600-h/IMG_2542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397741724168199522" style="WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Suihf-pZnWI/AAAAAAAAA_U/w-zVv2pioQM/s320/IMG_2542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the nickname I gave him. It's not very good, I know, but it at least sets him apart from all the misses in our house. He said something so funny the other day. Let me give a little background... When one of the kids is doing something naughty but funny Cory and I will turn to one another and say, "Look at what your daughter (or son) is doing." Because of course it puts the blame on the other one. It's all in good fun and we can't say it without a smirk on our faces. So the other day, Avery found her way to the trash can. She had pulled something out and I wasn't paying any attention. Then I here Spencer say, "Mom, look your daughter doing." Ha Ha Ha!!! So funny! I thought for a 2 yr. old that was very wise of him! He knew exactly when to use the phrase. Man, what would it be like without him. I can't (and don't want to) imagine it. &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/878344685065761294-6973032307079180184?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6973032307079180184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=6973032307079180184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/6973032307079180184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/6973032307079180184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/mr-spencer.html' title='Mr. Spencer'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/Suihf-pZnWI/AAAAAAAAA_U/w-zVv2pioQM/s72-c/IMG_2542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-7378203853884126570</id><published>2009-10-17T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:55:02.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, what are the chances?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am so giddy with excitement. We're finally getting family pictures taken in 2 weeks. The last time was a year and a half ago. Spencer was only 6 months old! It's been a while, I know. And I booked this fantastic girl who's got great style. So now it's time to check the outfits and see what we've got. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course this has happened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Stp1LobLVKI/AAAAAAAAA_M/LkRIxM6Tcxw/s1600-h/IMG_2574closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393752346420008098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Stp1LobLVKI/AAAAAAAAA_M/LkRIxM6Tcxw/s320/IMG_2574closeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone got any 'teeth adding software' I could borrow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-7378203853884126570?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7378203853884126570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=7378203853884126570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7378203853884126570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7378203853884126570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/seriously-what-are-chances.html' title='Seriously, what are the chances?'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/Stp1LobLVKI/AAAAAAAAA_M/LkRIxM6Tcxw/s72-c/IMG_2574closeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-149024099783056042</id><published>2009-10-06T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:34:32.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Additional Happiness is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;listening to a song by these guys (not girls):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SsvTgBMldjI/AAAAAAAAA9c/T25MCPTW2Jw/s1600-h/Nelson+twins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389633926109427250" style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SsvTgBMldjI/AAAAAAAAA9c/T25MCPTW2Jw/s320/Nelson+twins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and eating:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SsvTfosOoQI/AAAAAAAAA9U/SshycQOwfbk/s1600-h/jack+in+the+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389633919531262210" style="WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SsvTfosOoQI/AAAAAAAAA9U/SshycQOwfbk/s320/jack+in+the+box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness is not:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remembering you have more student loans to pay off!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SsvTfM4frSI/AAAAAAAAA9M/OqfWAVgrQhU/s1600-h/cry+money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389633912066518306" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SsvTfM4frSI/AAAAAAAAA9M/OqfWAVgrQhU/s320/cry+money.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I'll gladly accept paying off loans for higher education and job stability)&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/878344685065761294-149024099783056042?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/149024099783056042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=149024099783056042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/149024099783056042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/149024099783056042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/additional-happiness-is.html' title='Additional Happiness is...'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SsvTgBMldjI/AAAAAAAAA9c/T25MCPTW2Jw/s72-c/Nelson+twins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-6512593748585025684</id><published>2009-10-05T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:18:37.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;paying a student loan DILIGENTLY for so many years then one day getting a letter saying that because we've been so consistant and on time (no late payments!) at paying that they will forgive the rest of the balance. That is 1 whole year worth of payments done early!!! That's in the hundreds of dollars saved!!! And it was such a surprise!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, a reward for being financially responsible. Hey, since we've been paying our mortgage perfectly but can't refinance because we haven't been deliquent while others CHOOSE to not pay their mortgage just to be able to get their loans modified... I guess this little surprise helps make up for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SspGaJZE9FI/AAAAAAAAA9E/01oH2aGJ3pg/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389197319113864274" style="WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SspGaJZE9FI/AAAAAAAAA9E/01oH2aGJ3pg/s320/money.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/878344685065761294-6512593748585025684?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6512593748585025684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=6512593748585025684' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/6512593748585025684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/6512593748585025684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness is...'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SspGaJZE9FI/AAAAAAAAA9E/01oH2aGJ3pg/s72-c/money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-2682939882751315463</id><published>2009-09-17T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:08:07.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more baby</title><content type='html'>That's it...she's done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery turned 1 yesterday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SrKIIsOPeiI/AAAAAAAAA88/1uKcSHp6CQA/s1600-h/IMG_2464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382514187552389666" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SrKIIsOPeiI/AAAAAAAAA88/1uKcSHp6CQA/s320/IMG_2464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SrKH-Atmd9I/AAAAAAAAA80/aYXdE1GbOWk/s1600-h/IMG_2460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382514004074067922" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SrKH-Atmd9I/AAAAAAAAA80/aYXdE1GbOWk/s320/IMG_2460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SrKH8j2KwtI/AAAAAAAAA8k/z-pXp2-oRrQ/s1600-h/IMG_2472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382513979145503442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SrKH8j2KwtI/AAAAAAAAA8k/z-pXp2-oRrQ/s320/IMG_2472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SrKH8KrYUjI/AAAAAAAAA8c/77sOgwSLAp4/s1600-h/IMG_2488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382513972389368370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SrKH8KrYUjI/AAAAAAAAA8c/77sOgwSLAp4/s320/IMG_2488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SrKH7Ue1BWI/AAAAAAAAA8U/gcD2dVL_nic/s1600-h/IMG_2501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382513957841208674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SrKH7Ue1BWI/AAAAAAAAA8U/gcD2dVL_nic/s320/IMG_2501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't believe it either.  Time flies.&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/878344685065761294-2682939882751315463?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2682939882751315463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=2682939882751315463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2682939882751315463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2682939882751315463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-more-baby.html' title='No more baby'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SrKIIsOPeiI/AAAAAAAAA88/1uKcSHp6CQA/s72-c/IMG_2464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-1184470675125914345</id><published>2009-09-03T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:00:36.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I thought I'd never have to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I said something that never crossed my mind. I can't believe I had to say it! Not until you have kids does it make sense. I actually had to say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nooo!!! That's not hairspray- that's cooking spray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT a good thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SqAgTZfcGeI/AAAAAAAAA8M/Z3HsKrqiAIM/s1600-h/hairspray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377333472712727010" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SqAgTZfcGeI/AAAAAAAAA8M/Z3HsKrqiAIM/s320/hairspray.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/878344685065761294-1184470675125914345?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1184470675125914345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=1184470675125914345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1184470675125914345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1184470675125914345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/something-i-thought-id-never-have-to.html' title='Something I thought I&apos;d never have to say...'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SqAgTZfcGeI/AAAAAAAAA8M/Z3HsKrqiAIM/s72-c/hairspray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-1173777810670637535</id><published>2009-08-25T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:04:54.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of school</title><content type='html'>I feel a little sickish. I just dropped Ashley and Ainslee off for their first day of school. I don't want to let them out! This is what I really want to say to them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay here with me where I'll protect you from the terrible things that happen in the world! Then again, life is a growing process and you can't grow to your full potential with just us here. You'll have wonderful experiences and you'll learn a lot. I just hope that you are nice with everyone and you remember how special you are. I miss you already and it's not even been 2 hours yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainslee off to 1st grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SpQYhitnEeI/AAAAAAAAA7M/kAlYBz86uXk/s1600-h/IMG_2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373947219892703714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SpQYhitnEeI/AAAAAAAAA7M/kAlYBz86uXk/s320/IMG_2358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SpQYg-XESrI/AAAAAAAAA7E/JD9F_OSj6Xk/s1600-h/IMG_2357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373947210134473394" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SpQYg-XESrI/AAAAAAAAA7E/JD9F_OSj6Xk/s320/IMG_2357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley off to 2nd grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SpQYip5gOaI/AAAAAAAAA7c/0k6UnLMVp9I/s1600-h/IMG_2356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373947239001504162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SpQYip5gOaI/AAAAAAAAA7c/0k6UnLMVp9I/s320/IMG_2356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SpQYiM--23I/AAAAAAAAA7U/8BglED0H7BU/s1600-h/IMG_2355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373947231239854962" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SpQYiM--23I/AAAAAAAAA7U/8BglED0H7BU/s320/IMG_2355.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/878344685065761294-1173777810670637535?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1173777810670637535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=1173777810670637535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1173777810670637535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1173777810670637535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/start-of-school.html' title='The start of school'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SpQYhitnEeI/AAAAAAAAA7M/kAlYBz86uXk/s72-c/IMG_2358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-5835683253400587749</id><published>2009-08-19T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:48:48.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, how time flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Are we really this old??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SowQrpCLnbI/AAAAAAAAA68/1IxK1eYvIeA/s1600-h/Wedding+Day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371686797481582002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SowQrpCLnbI/AAAAAAAAA68/1IxK1eYvIeA/s320/Wedding+Day.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 10 year Anniversary!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-5835683253400587749?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5835683253400587749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=5835683253400587749' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5835683253400587749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5835683253400587749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/man-how-time-flies.html' title='Man, how time flies'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SowQrpCLnbI/AAAAAAAAA68/1IxK1eYvIeA/s72-c/Wedding+Day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-7460734121272951114</id><published>2009-08-03T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:46:01.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Mixed Up</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my gosh, somebody take my kids!  They are driving me crazy with all the bickering and screaming.  By the end of the day they'll be up for sale!!!  AAAAAHHHH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love these summer days with my kids.  Taking it easy, letting them sleep in,and just letting them be kids.  I'm so happy I get to just look at them all day long and I don't want this time in our lives to end"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the same time???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-7460734121272951114?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7460734121272951114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=7460734121272951114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7460734121272951114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7460734121272951114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-mixed-up.html' title='So Mixed Up'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-4645882304559163836</id><published>2009-07-14T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:05:39.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does he really want to do it again?</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you a little story. . . A long, long time ago- 8 years ago actually (before we had kids!) Cory and I took a long, long plane ride to a distant land. We had some really nice company. . . Allen &amp;amp; Denise (Cory's mom &amp;amp; dad) and Chad &amp;amp; April (Cory's brother &amp;amp; his wife). We took a 10 day trip to Spain. We had so many adventures while we were there: Cory bought a really wicked looking sword, we were within inches of getting our very small minivan wedged in the alleyways, we got a police escort out of a city for driving the wrong way, walked 1000 steps to a beautiful church on a cliff in the ocean, I was throwing up constantly in the car (I am still SO SORRY &amp;amp; EMBARRASSED!!), we relaxed at La Perla Day Spa on the beach in San Sebastion, visited a few castles, bought a Lladro, ate blood sausage (okay, not me but the boys did), crossed into the sea side town of Bearritz, France, visited the capital of Madrid, toured El Prado Museum in Madrid, and many many other things. But the whole reason we went in the first place was for this. . . &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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sl15vpWGN9I/AAAAAAAAA60/5H_2dUi2Jn4/s1600-h/running+of+the+bulls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358572991100106706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sl15vpWGN9I/AAAAAAAAA60/5H_2dUi2Jn4/s320/running+of+the+bulls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Running of the Bulls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, I know, but Cory had the time of his life. He's looking into doing it again! What the heck?!? Wait a second. . . "Hey Cory, when is that life insurance policy going to be active?" Just kidding. These next 2 pictures are him in the arena with the bulls. I know there's a ton of people in there but we circled him if you enlarge the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sl145V11OWI/AAAAAAAAA6k/IP6dt9uLK7s/s1600-h/Running+with+the+Bulls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358572058151565666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sl145V11OWI/AAAAAAAAA6k/IP6dt9uLK7s/s320/Running+with+the+Bulls2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sl145thMPvI/AAAAAAAAA6s/z7pFxgbSN2s/s1600-h/Running+with+the+Bulls3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358572064507444978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sl145thMPvI/AAAAAAAAA6s/z7pFxgbSN2s/s320/Running+with+the+Bulls3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Cory in the middle with his dad on the left with the dark brown hair and his brother on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sl11_axvUuI/AAAAAAAAA6c/XAkHomOrL00/s1600-h/Pamplone+2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358568864020910818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sl11_axvUuI/AAAAAAAAA6c/XAkHomOrL00/s320/Pamplone+2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was a great trip and it's so fun thinking back to great memories. &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/878344685065761294-4645882304559163836?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4645882304559163836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=4645882304559163836' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4645882304559163836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4645882304559163836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/07/does-he-really-want-to-do-it-again.html' title='Does he really want to do it again?'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sl15vpWGN9I/AAAAAAAAA60/5H_2dUi2Jn4/s72-c/running+of+the+bulls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-4604636764359043687</id><published>2009-06-23T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:59:41.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We survived!!!</title><content type='html'>&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;And we're alive today. I'm talking about the car drive home from Utah. We were there for the week (the girls had a BYE with their meet). Actually it was Cory's turn to do man work up at the farm with his folks. He was craving the fresh air and hard work so we decided to drive out to Utah where he could meet his parents. Then the 3 of them left for Hermiston while I stayed with the kids at my folks' house. Cory had a great time- even bought himeself a new cowboy hat. We also had a great time although the weather was weird. It rained 4 out of the 5 days we were there! Here's a little photo history of our trip:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met up with Cory's parents, Allen and Denise.  We picked out yummy treats at Allens office and then we went to Chuck E. Cheese.  The kids had a blast.  Later that evening, we went to a Bees Baseball game.  The kids have shown a lot of interest in baseball lately.  We met up with both grandmas and grandpas for the game.  We even got to see Alyshia for a little while (the kids love you, Lysh).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHHnn-BfII/AAAAAAAAA4s/uvNxwSw5F90/s1600-h/IMG_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350777315850812546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHHnn-BfII/AAAAAAAAA4s/uvNxwSw5F90/s320/IMG_1984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the 3 big girls had a sleepover at Grandma and Grandpa Rice's house.  Priceless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated Father's Day with Allen and Cory.  We went to Bucca de Beppo.  Thanks, Allen, for working so hard for all your family.  We notice it and appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHHn80MGRI/AAAAAAAAA40/mmqKRxG4uT4/s1600-h/IMG_1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350777321446709522" style="WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHHn80MGRI/AAAAAAAAA40/mmqKRxG4uT4/s320/IMG_1995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cory and his parents were off to the farm!  We went to the aquarium with my mom and Katie (she's in the picture with us).  It's not huge but has just about everything little kids would want to see.  We were all way too freaked out to touch the sting (manta?) rays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHHoApI7DI/AAAAAAAAA48/YNwAKNInML8/s1600-h/IMG_1998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350777322474105906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHHoApI7DI/AAAAAAAAA48/YNwAKNInML8/s320/IMG_1998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHHoTFtisI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Njx7YjU20y0/s1600-h/IMG_1999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350777327425784514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHHoTFtisI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Njx7YjU20y0/s320/IMG_1999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a picnic up at Tibble Fork Resevoir in the Alpine Loop.  BEAUTIFUL!!!! We walked around the lake (halfway) and the kids enjoyed feeling the snow run off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHITIJgmeI/AAAAAAAAA5c/2fpXrD_81dA/s1600-h/IMG_2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350778063223298530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHITIJgmeI/AAAAAAAAA5c/2fpXrD_81dA/s320/IMG_2006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer's on his man perch ponding life with girls with a few root beers in that cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHITaM2QpI/AAAAAAAAA5k/CksZxz9qidE/s1600-h/IMG_2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350778068069139090" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHITaM2QpI/AAAAAAAAA5k/CksZxz9qidE/s320/IMG_2011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHIpQ2hcMI/AAAAAAAAA50/3Py2rbs_Ogg/s1600-h/IMG_2020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350778443516702914" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHIpQ2hcMI/AAAAAAAAA50/3Py2rbs_Ogg/s320/IMG_2020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHIo7TuJ6I/AAAAAAAAA5s/8XWIv23y0ss/s1600-h/IMG_2017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350778437733590946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHIo7TuJ6I/AAAAAAAAA5s/8XWIv23y0ss/s320/IMG_2017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny story for you. . . As we were driving home, my mom had the girls all singing a nice little tune. And BOY were they singing!  Just having a grand old time!  Spencer sat the whole way (25 min) with his index fingers in his ears.  He didn't scream, cry, or fuss.  Just plugged up the ears.  Too funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We picked up some baseball mitts with my Dad and went outside and practiced.  They need a little bit more time (if you know what I mean).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHISt9oeWI/AAAAAAAAA5U/XJ3wxhk45mQ/s1600-h/IMG_2028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350778056194160994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHISt9oeWI/AAAAAAAAA5U/XJ3wxhk45mQ/s320/IMG_2028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was monsooning (is that a word?) so we went indoors for the day. We hit Cabelas (aka the museum) for the kids to see lots of dead animals.  They chose it, not me!  Then we were off to the Dinosaur museum which we'd never been too.  Very neat!  Ashley's right at that age where she wanted to read every little sign (aaahhh!) and Spencer just wanted to run and climb on the exhibits (did they get that on the security tape?  Ooops).  And Ainslee,Andi, and Avery just went with the flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHIphcOa-I/AAAAAAAAA58/w4FjHWdzJ3k/s1600-h/IMG_2037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350778447969807330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHIphcOa-I/AAAAAAAAA58/w4FjHWdzJ3k/s320/IMG_2037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHIp9hvKQI/AAAAAAAAA6E/sWTmKCYXBZU/s1600-h/IMG_2036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350778455509117186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHIp9hvKQI/AAAAAAAAA6E/sWTmKCYXBZU/s320/IMG_2036.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;Sunday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was of course Father's Day.  Cory came home from the farm and my dad treated us (and him) to grilled steak.  Then we went out for more baseball.  It was a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHJBokwCyI/AAAAAAAAA6U/WqS4A0_uqYk/s1600-h/IMG_2031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350778862201473826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHJBokwCyI/AAAAAAAAA6U/WqS4A0_uqYk/s320/IMG_2031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHJBEavAtI/AAAAAAAAA6M/SHM7rJ6BdPg/s1600-h/IMG_1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350778852495786706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHJBEavAtI/AAAAAAAAA6M/SHM7rJ6BdPg/s320/IMG_1889.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;&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/878344685065761294-4604636764359043687?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4604636764359043687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=4604636764359043687' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4604636764359043687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4604636764359043687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-survived.html' title='We survived!!!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SkHHnn-BfII/AAAAAAAAA4s/uvNxwSw5F90/s72-c/IMG_1984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-2818375881195777439</id><published>2009-06-16T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:12:48.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man I feel old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, most of you haven't seen pictures of me lately. I have really aged. Having 5 kids running around has taken a toll on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And apparently people in our ward thought I was looking old...I mean more mature and experienced, because I was called to be High Priest Group leader. Yeah...I thought the same things you are thinking right now too. Crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/Sjf8mOl2nII/AAAAAAAAAEk/Nc8QVcZqSEI/s1600-h/oldman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348020816207846530" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/Sjf8mOl2nII/AAAAAAAAAEk/Nc8QVcZqSEI/s200/oldman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/878344685065761294-2818375881195777439?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2818375881195777439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=2818375881195777439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2818375881195777439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2818375881195777439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/man-i-feel-old.html' title='Man I feel old!'/><author><name>Cory</name><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/_CAc5C3XN6wI/Sjf8mOl2nII/AAAAAAAAAEk/Nc8QVcZqSEI/s72-c/oldman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-2392814431041740168</id><published>2009-06-15T23:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:41:00.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainslee's Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hip Hip Hooray! Ainslee "graduated" from kindergarten this past week. Seriously, some people take it way too seriously. Bouquets of flowers, huge mylar balloons, and leis for the kids. It's just kindergarten for heaven's sake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sjc83Y0e7nI/AAAAAAAAA4M/yrVYdDyZIgM/s1600-h/IMG_1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347810004778806898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sjc83Y0e7nI/AAAAAAAAA4M/yrVYdDyZIgM/s320/IMG_1908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sjc90-LR0FI/AAAAAAAAA4c/kfJ2tbCgMN0/s1600-h/IMG_1917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347811062778548306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sjc90-LR0FI/AAAAAAAAA4c/kfJ2tbCgMN0/s320/IMG_1917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, guy, it's just kindergarten.  You'd think you were in some football sized stadium photographic the Super Bowl.  What the heck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sjc90uydb_I/AAAAAAAAA4U/GbL7-HQImG8/s1600-h/IMG_1909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347811058647920626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sjc90uydb_I/AAAAAAAAA4U/GbL7-HQImG8/s320/IMG_1909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For her graduation "gift" I took her and Ashley (her incentive for getting 100% on every single spelling test this year) to a nail place and had their nails painted. They were so freaked out! The nail people didn't speak a word of English and Ashley and Ainslee just sat there with their eyes as big as saucers. When it was done- they loved it and wanted to know when we could do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sjc83DZvIMI/AAAAAAAAA4E/P4ue96gj_hM/s1600-h/IMG_1900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347809999029477570" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sjc83DZvIMI/AAAAAAAAA4E/P4ue96gj_hM/s320/IMG_1900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainslee also lost her very first tooth on Friday. Cory gave it a soft little tug and out it came. Luckily the tooth fairy had some cash that night because that's usually not the case. Whew on that one. I remember when Ashley lost her first tooth. I was sick to my stomach and couldn't sleep. It literally was a piece of my baby that was gone forever. It really upset me! I was better this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sjc91Qf2SfI/AAAAAAAAA4k/t2DMVDJPPbI/s1600-h/IMG_1964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347811067696663026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sjc91Qf2SfI/AAAAAAAAA4k/t2DMVDJPPbI/s320/IMG_1964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/878344685065761294-2392814431041740168?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2392814431041740168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=2392814431041740168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2392814431041740168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2392814431041740168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/ainslees-week.html' title='Ainslee&apos;s Week'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sjc83Y0e7nI/AAAAAAAAA4M/yrVYdDyZIgM/s72-c/IMG_1908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-3980457495911561051</id><published>2009-06-04T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:20:39.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Worthy- Finally!!!</title><content type='html'>So I haven't posted in a while. I guess I have just had nothing worthy to blog about. Sure, Avery is now crawling, has her 2 front teeth in, plays peek-a-book, and cruises furniture like nothin' else. And Spencer has decided to say "yessss" with an arm pump after anything exciting happens to him. And Andi finished her 1st year of preschool and can write her name complete with fancy little dots on all the letters. And Ainslee and Ashley are finishing up their school years, in the top of their classes and have both finished their first swim meets of the summer. But the other night it all came together. I asked myself,"why haven't I blogged about this before?" I am talkin' about this little treasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sid04Bqd1II/AAAAAAAAA38/ElC5axB3vms/s1600-h/chocolixir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343367988766430338" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sid04Bqd1II/AAAAAAAAA38/ElC5axB3vms/s320/chocolixir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truly something to blog about!!!  This is my new favorite "I am actually spend some money on myself" treat.  So worth it.  The kids post will come later. . . when I'm done suckin' this "heaven on earth" down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-3980457495911561051?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3980457495911561051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=3980457495911561051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/3980457495911561051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/3980457495911561051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-worthy-finally.html' title='Blog Worthy- Finally!!!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sid04Bqd1II/AAAAAAAAA38/ElC5axB3vms/s72-c/chocolixir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-1994895695949650907</id><published>2009-05-06T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:27:49.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The kiddos</title><content type='html'>Congrats to Ainslee- she made the swim team this year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SgHwP1YeHMI/AAAAAAAAA3k/MifrUgMHfQc/s1600-h/IMG_1864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332807588601797826" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SgHwP1YeHMI/AAAAAAAAA3k/MifrUgMHfQc/s320/IMG_1864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we've got two swimming every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SgHwPnnnssI/AAAAAAAAA3c/LZvwF26VKFQ/s1600-h/IMG_1863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332807584907244226" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SgHwPnnnssI/AAAAAAAAA3c/LZvwF26VKFQ/s320/IMG_1863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day- okay more than just 1 day- it poured!  The kids were dying to get out there in their rain clothes.  Geez, you'd think we lived in the Pacific Northwest or something!  This was taken just seconds before Andi smooshed a snail with her boot and Spencer cried about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SgHwi70za9I/AAAAAAAAA3s/x549iY-nJ2w/s1600-h/IMG_1856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332807916748762066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SgHwi70za9I/AAAAAAAAA3s/x549iY-nJ2w/s320/IMG_1856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this little one has decided she'll skip the traditional crawling methods.  Commando crawling get her around so fast.  She's a hoot to watch- elbow elbow drag elbow elbow drag.  She pulls herself up to standing on anything she can find.  Her favorite is the dishwasher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SgHwjAg6EYI/AAAAAAAAA30/tdJ5ulQRlRU/s1600-h/IMG_1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332807918007488898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SgHwjAg6EYI/AAAAAAAAA30/tdJ5ulQRlRU/s320/IMG_1861.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/878344685065761294-1994895695949650907?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1994895695949650907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=1994895695949650907' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1994895695949650907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1994895695949650907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/kiddos.html' title='The kiddos'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SgHwP1YeHMI/AAAAAAAAA3k/MifrUgMHfQc/s72-c/IMG_1864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-6645952351106749811</id><published>2009-04-23T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:17:01.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who doesn't like Disneyland?</title><content type='html'>So we took our annual Disneyland trip on Easter Sunday. We drove down after a good bacon and egg breaksfast and after our egg hunt in the backyard. Easter kinda took a backseat this year in lieu of Disneyland. I don't think the kids minded too much. We were there for 3 fun filled days. We spend day 1 at Disneyland, day 2 at Disneyland until the evening then we were off to CA Adventure, and Day 3 was split between the 2 parks as well. We saw a parade and the fireworks. The big girls did all the rides- with Space Mountain as their favorite. Poor little Andi was scared on every single ride. I kinda don't blame her. For being 3 and thinking EVERYTHING is real, it can be scary. Spencer went along pretty smoothly until he picked up on the "being scared" thing. They both did all the little kid rides, though. Avery was an angel- just cruisin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SfDFJfrDygI/AAAAAAAAA2s/zw4tjBJDWGQ/s1600-h/IMG_1789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327975126090893826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SfDFJfrDygI/AAAAAAAAA2s/zw4tjBJDWGQ/s320/IMG_1789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Growler going on the Small World ride. FYI- they added a few current Disney characters inside the ride. Look up to see Peter Pan flying as soon as you get into the singing part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SfDFJBVIFeI/AAAAAAAAA2k/1hvXBH5_LsM/s1600-h/IMG_1719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327975117945837026" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SfDFJBVIFeI/AAAAAAAAA2k/1hvXBH5_LsM/s320/IMG_1719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By day 2, Andi had had enough of all the rides. We forced her onto the Alice in Wonderland ride. She's not too happy to have to go on it. She was fine by the time it was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SfDEY_YZvyI/AAAAAAAAA2c/FYhZkD4OwJo/s1600-h/IMG_1714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327974292788985634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SfDEY_YZvyI/AAAAAAAAA2c/FYhZkD4OwJo/s320/IMG_1714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fault- I told the big girls in dramatic fashion the story of Indiana Jones (they had no idea who he was). Neither of them opened their eyes the whole time on the ride. Ainslee cried when she got off. We'll see if they attempt it next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SfDEYc-WS1I/AAAAAAAAA2U/SDwk3WJRLE4/s1600-h/IMG_1661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327974283552901970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SfDEYc-WS1I/AAAAAAAAA2U/SDwk3WJRLE4/s320/IMG_1661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first ride we went on was the Jungle Cruise. Just look at the fear on Ashley's face! I love it! I love how they totally believe it's real! Aahh- true innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SfDEYCJUtBI/AAAAAAAAA2M/wTHcYWd86wk/s1600-h/IMG_1659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327974276351177746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SfDEYCJUtBI/AAAAAAAAA2M/wTHcYWd86wk/s320/IMG_1659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Missy just lovin' life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SfDFKNdOvJI/AAAAAAAAA28/10f3i7n0DX4/s1600-h/IMG_1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327975138380922002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SfDFKNdOvJI/AAAAAAAAA28/10f3i7n0DX4/s320/IMG_1704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the girls in line for the Matterhorn. They really liked this one. Andi didn't go on it-too freaked out. Spencer did though. He was pretty impartial- no crying or laughing when it was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SfDGZDwEoHI/AAAAAAAAA3E/5Llz41je_WY/s1600-h/IMG_1673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327976492985262194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SfDGZDwEoHI/AAAAAAAAA3E/5Llz41je_WY/s320/IMG_1673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one evening we were able to meet up with my Grandpa (mom's mom). He's 87 and is finally starting to act old- if you consider still working out in the garden and picking us lemons and grapefruits from his trees old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SfDFJ_y0FQI/AAAAAAAAA20/DoWatU2veWY/s1600-h/IMG_1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327975134713353474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SfDFJ_y0FQI/AAAAAAAAA20/DoWatU2veWY/s320/IMG_1797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just an absolutely great time. No complaints (except a little too windy one afternoon). Next time we go it will be as a family reunion with my folks, sister, brothers, sister in laws, and kids galore. I can't wait!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-6645952351106749811?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6645952351106749811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=6645952351106749811' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/6645952351106749811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/6645952351106749811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-doesnt-like-disneyland.html' title='Who doesn&apos;t like Disneyland?'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SfDFJfrDygI/AAAAAAAAA2s/zw4tjBJDWGQ/s72-c/IMG_1789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-6450840089432489712</id><published>2009-04-18T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:20:21.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Vacay. . .</title><content type='html'>Went to The Happiest Place on Earth.  Had a fabulous time.  Will post pics later when kids are busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-6450840089432489712?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6450840089432489712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=6450840089432489712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/6450840089432489712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/6450840089432489712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-from-vacay.html' title='Back from Vacay. . .'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-6291122256717806172</id><published>2009-04-06T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:31:47.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So nice outside!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday and today have been so nice-maybe a little too warm for before Easter (75)- but nice to feel the sunshine. After Conference today, we drove to one of the bike trails here in Roseville. We didn't bike- we just walked it. It was really nice! The kids went off running ahead of us and it was so nice to see them just go! I remember running fast and loving the way the wind felt as it rushed past. Now, of course, I'd rather die than run. But at least I have good memories. As we walked/ran I felt really blessed to have children that are all healthy and their little bodies working so perfectly. It was a great day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sdmuqw4hJXI/AAAAAAAAA18/28KbLb5JlfI/s1600-h/IMG_1643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321476484414645618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sdmuqw4hJXI/AAAAAAAAA18/28KbLb5JlfI/s320/IMG_1643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andi was determined to sit on this cable line fence.  She was trying so hard to balance which is why she wasn't looking.  About 3 seconds after I took this, she jumped up, sat on her bum and then swung all the way back and upside down.  It was a hoot!  Straight out of America's Funniest Video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SdmuasaYRYI/AAAAAAAAA1U/RKUFu-jT7l0/s1600-h/IMG_1626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321476208336586114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SdmuasaYRYI/AAAAAAAAA1U/RKUFu-jT7l0/s320/IMG_1626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sdmua-a5TMI/AAAAAAAAA1c/UWnVDsM6_F8/s1600-h/IMG_1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321476213170588866" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sdmua-a5TMI/AAAAAAAAA1c/UWnVDsM6_F8/s320/IMG_1627.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;There were random orange poppies that were in the middle of purple fields.  It was really pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SdmubW9JiJI/AAAAAAAAA1k/5iBtsRh-CYE/s1600-h/IMG_1628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321476219756710034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SdmubW9JiJI/AAAAAAAAA1k/5iBtsRh-CYE/s320/IMG_1628.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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sdmubmt2aVI/AAAAAAAAA1s/8zgBed52WFY/s1600-h/IMG_1639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321476223987509586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sdmubmt2aVI/AAAAAAAAA1s/8zgBed52WFY/s320/IMG_1639.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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SdmuqmwjrhI/AAAAAAAAA10/9hwhbI6zjQg/s1600-h/IMG_1631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321476481696902674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SdmuqmwjrhI/AAAAAAAAA10/9hwhbI6zjQg/s320/IMG_1631.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/878344685065761294-6291122256717806172?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6291122256717806172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=6291122256717806172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/6291122256717806172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/6291122256717806172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-nice-outside.html' title='So nice outside!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sdmuqw4hJXI/AAAAAAAAA18/28KbLb5JlfI/s72-c/IMG_1643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-3696718790002271001</id><published>2009-03-22T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:14:32.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How long has it been?</title><content type='html'>Man, seriously, time flies. I really don't know where it goes. Right this minute everyone is asleep for the night except me. I'm staying up late to catch up on computer stuff. You know, emails, blogging, saving digital pictures, ordering things online. I can only do it late at night. The little ones (Andi and Spencer) just HAVE to sit on my lap when they see me turn the computer on. I can't usually see the screen when I've got two heads in my way! So now I'm catchin' up! We've had great weather here the past couple of weeks. We can't stay away from the park. Luckily for me Spencer can do all the of the jungle gym things by himself now. Well, he could last year but all the moms would run over to him and "rescue" the "little boy" who looked like he was "going to fall." Back off! I've got it under control! But so far he's not enticed anyone over to rescue him so that's good for me. My mom actually came into town for a few days. We weren't sure when we'd be able to see her so we flew her out. We always have these grandios ideas for projects around the house. And then we never get them done! That's our style and it's great. She's so fun to be around. I'm glad she could visit the kids. In fact, my brother Steve, wife Deb, and son Magnus came from San Fran to visit for a day, too. It's so fun the few times we do get together. And to think we only live 2 1/2 hours away- wish we could do it more often. I'll just post some random pictures now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy St. Patricks Day! Ainslee made a Leprechaun trap, but surprisingly, she didn't catch the little guy. She said that if she caught him she's ask for 3 wishes: 1) infinity dollars 2) a limo 3) to be a supermodel. Oh man, I've got my work cut out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SccuQZqlYHI/AAAAAAAAA08/WJFaRgOhtNw/s1600-h/IMG_1605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316268744436441202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SccuQZqlYHI/AAAAAAAAA08/WJFaRgOhtNw/s320/IMG_1605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was so nice, we BBQ'd ribs and had smores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SccuQnmcrbI/AAAAAAAAA1E/_EhY8dZavTE/s1600-h/IMG_1599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316268748177190322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SccuQnmcrbI/AAAAAAAAA1E/_EhY8dZavTE/s320/IMG_1599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm the heavy-set man on the left side. What the heck! I hate pictures of myself. My mom's on her knees and Steve and Deb are on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SccteINNgOI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ShB94jpc2Cw/s1600-h/IMG_1581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316267880756379874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SccteINNgOI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ShB94jpc2Cw/s320/IMG_1581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Andi is now in Sunbeams. I've heard she's really good (really?? Are you sure??). She loves singing out "I am a builder working so hard to build my family." It's a new primary song written for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sccu8Zrd4dI/AAAAAAAAA1M/nNM-lVGcv9s/s1600-h/IMG_1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316269500354388434" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sccu8Zrd4dI/AAAAAAAAA1M/nNM-lVGcv9s/s320/IMG_1575.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;Mr. Spencer has now decided he can't go anywhere without a hat on. That's fine with me. It's better than a headband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/ScctecwFTtI/AAAAAAAAA0U/tXoLsDFNgDE/s1600-h/IMG_1586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316267886271352530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/ScctecwFTtI/AAAAAAAAA0U/tXoLsDFNgDE/s320/IMG_1586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainslee loves to make Avery laugh. It was Avery's first time on a swing. She LOVED it! Already a daredevil at 6 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Scct9Gq3s2I/AAAAAAAAA0s/JUhsR-7fLlg/s1600-h/IMG_1611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316268412919853922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Scct9Gq3s2I/AAAAAAAAA0s/JUhsR-7fLlg/s320/IMG_1611.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;Ashley is still trying to get into the habit of practicing piano. I'm teaching her, Ainslee, and Cory. The girls have got really good rythim so it's going along pretty good. Cory's doing amazing. He's learning to read all the notes and going along pretty fast. Impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Scct8cb7PBI/AAAAAAAAA0k/6CF8BIpf5xw/s1600-h/IMG_1566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316268401582881810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Scct8cb7PBI/AAAAAAAAA0k/6CF8BIpf5xw/s320/IMG_1566.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/878344685065761294-3696718790002271001?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3696718790002271001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=3696718790002271001' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/3696718790002271001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/3696718790002271001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-long-has-it-been.html' title='How long has it been?'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SccuQZqlYHI/AAAAAAAAA08/WJFaRgOhtNw/s72-c/IMG_1605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-9036652884919922795</id><published>2009-03-03T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:05:22.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You never know how much you swallow until. .  .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I got super sick about 10 days ago (Sat). Fever of 102, really bad sore throat, and nausea. It didn't go away by Monday morning so I went in to the doctor because obviously I had strep throat. Lovely Dr. Neft said, nope, it's just viral, here's some vicotin for the pain. The (often false-negative) quick strep test came back negative. What the heck? Someone put razor blades in my food and tore my throat to shreds! So on goes Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Still dying and it's getting worse!!!! So Cory makes me go in again (to a different on-call doctor) to get checked out again. Seriously, I couldn't eat, drink, or swallow. Swallowing is such a big deal! I've had to spit into a blasted cup for over a week now. So gross. So this new doctor says to me, "It looks viral but we'll do a strep test just in case." I bawled right there on the table. It can't be viral- I need it to go away! Then an angelic voice (it was the nurse) from the hallway said, "The throat strep is positive." I bawled again because I can finally get help! It turns out that the strep that I've had for over a week caused little open sores to form in the back of my throat. So that's what was making the pain worse. What in the world?!?! Still can't eat or drink- I'm starving!!!!! I did start the antibiotics yesterday so hopefully by this time tomorrow I'll be feeling a lot less pain. It hurts so bad! So now that I'm done complaining, let me do a little a praising- CORY!!! Poor guy has had to deal with a really sick wife for over a week. He's really stepped up and I appreciate it so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sa3Tv5YZJ3I/AAAAAAAAAz8/Kj0Kkq4QNDU/s1600-h/sore+throat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309132355550127986" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sa3Tv5YZJ3I/AAAAAAAAAz8/Kj0Kkq4QNDU/s320/sore+throat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/878344685065761294-9036652884919922795?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9036652884919922795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=9036652884919922795' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/9036652884919922795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/9036652884919922795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-never-know-how-much-you-swallow.html' title='You never know how much you swallow until. .  .'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/Sa3Tv5YZJ3I/AAAAAAAAAz8/Kj0Kkq4QNDU/s72-c/sore+throat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-2491905060831010734</id><published>2009-02-19T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:40:09.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Reals. . . Another Birthday</title><content type='html'>Yes, Ainslee has also just had her birthday! She turned 6 on Tuesday. We let the kids have a friend party every other year, starting at age 6, so this was her first one. I couldn't decide if I should invite just her church friends or just her school friends- so I did both. Ooops. 16 girls came. Wow- the noise level was amazing! In true Ainslee style, she chose to have a movie star party. So I basically made up movie star activities like walk the red carpet and pose, model shoot (even with a fan blowing the hair), and the girls' favorite- freeze dance. I made a star cake and she had a great time. And when Cory and I took her out for her birthday dinner- she chose Bucca di Beppo- strictly for the olive oil and balsamic dip for the bread. Isn't that funny?! Here go the pictures. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow out the candles, Ains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SZ3XCoZ3WFI/AAAAAAAAAy0/ykimV76Rtp0/s1600-h/IMG_1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304632376317925458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SZ3XCoZ3WFI/AAAAAAAAAy0/ykimV76Rtp0/s320/IMG_1540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley and Ainslee posing off the red carpet. I took pictures of each girl and Ainslee and am sending them to the parents with the thank you cards. The girls (I think) really really liked this activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SZ3XCWBJuRI/AAAAAAAAAys/HJPtin978AE/s1600-h/IMG_1550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304632371382434066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SZ3XCWBJuRI/AAAAAAAAAys/HJPtin978AE/s320/IMG_1550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the whole group. We had pizza, grapes, cake, and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SZ3XCFkd0kI/AAAAAAAAAyk/3x-YvaDFRtQ/s1600-h/IMG_1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304632366967149122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SZ3XCFkd0kI/AAAAAAAAAyk/3x-YvaDFRtQ/s320/IMG_1543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Ainslee at Buca- this is the FREE dessert they bring you for your birthday- 2 slices of Red Velvet cake decorated in the colors of Italy. She was a little embarrassed when we sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SZ3XB6UGb3I/AAAAAAAAAyc/kb6S3lO_4Fs/s1600-h/IMG_1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304632363945717618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SZ3XB6UGb3I/AAAAAAAAAyc/kb6S3lO_4Fs/s320/IMG_1491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how my kids are growing- "She's slippin' through my fingers all the time. . . I try to capture every minute. . . while I am in it. . . " (ABBA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-2491905060831010734?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2491905060831010734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=2491905060831010734' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2491905060831010734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2491905060831010734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-reals-another-birthday.html' title='For Reals. . . Another Birthday'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SZ3XCoZ3WFI/AAAAAAAAAy0/ykimV76Rtp0/s72-c/IMG_1540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-5405141572070897120</id><published>2009-02-10T13:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:51:57.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cory's B-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For he's a jolly good fellow. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cory turned the big 3-2 yesterday. The kids had off of school and Cory kinda sorta took the day off of work. What a nice guy- he took us to John's Incredible Pizza for his birthday dinner. It's like Chuck E. Cheese on steroids. He had his favorite pizza there- the Cheeseburger Pizza (don't ask). Actually, Cory and I went to this awesome hamburger place (The Counter) for a birthday date night on Friday night. I would scan some funny kid pictures of him if he weren't in the room on a conference call- that embarrassement will have to wait! For now, enjoy his big blue eyes in this picture taken at the pizza place:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SZH224eYUaI/AAAAAAAAAyU/NHSaha9uW5o/s1600-h/IMG_1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301289659124961698" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SZH224eYUaI/AAAAAAAAAyU/NHSaha9uW5o/s320/IMG_1471.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/878344685065761294-5405141572070897120?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5405141572070897120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=5405141572070897120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5405141572070897120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5405141572070897120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/corys-b-day.html' title='Cory&apos;s B-Day'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SZH224eYUaI/AAAAAAAAAyU/NHSaha9uW5o/s72-c/IMG_1471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-1452984298168952549</id><published>2009-01-28T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:32:11.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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;Since I haven't blogged this whole month of January, I've wondered where my time goes. I mean, yeah, I have 5 kids and that alone is busy enough. But then I thought, no really, why can't I get on the computer long enough to post a picture or two. This is why:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laundry (8-10 loads a week)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDlDxA0qLI/AAAAAAAAAws/d8c_Cvj5EHQ/s1600-h/laundry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296485014646859954" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDlDxA0qLI/AAAAAAAAAws/d8c_Cvj5EHQ/s320/laundry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dishes (2 loads a day everyday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDluUrsQ9I/AAAAAAAAAxU/EcgGK1sQFGE/s1600-h/IMG_1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296485745776411602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDluUrsQ9I/AAAAAAAAAxU/EcgGK1sQFGE/s320/IMG_1457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relief Society (Presidency meetings and activities weekly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDqRqqFHmI/AAAAAAAAAyM/qX2tSE7ZtGg/s1600-h/rs+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296490751017164386" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDqRqqFHmI/AAAAAAAAAyM/qX2tSE7ZtGg/s320/rs+logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cleaning throw up (1 mess every night for 3 nights in a row- just a stomach bug)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDlEEMlZ4I/AAAAAAAAAw8/hU2JXKco_Sg/s1600-h/throw+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296485019796465538" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDlEEMlZ4I/AAAAAAAAAw8/hU2JXKco_Sg/s320/throw+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving Spencer and Andi their antibiotics (They each had an ear infection)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDluqB762I/AAAAAAAAAxc/Tg6_qZOFmiU/s1600-h/IMG_1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296485751506856802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDluqB762I/AAAAAAAAAxc/Tg6_qZOFmiU/s320/IMG_1458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to the gym (I got a free 2 month Body Challenge Membership)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDnjDbxMWI/AAAAAAAAAx0/aLF-8WINW3k/s1600-h/trufitness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296487751190917474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDnjDbxMWI/AAAAAAAAAx0/aLF-8WINW3k/s320/trufitness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piano Lessons (I teach 3 a week)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDlDwjWP5I/AAAAAAAAAw0/errfH9YX1IM/s1600-h/piano+lessons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296485014523232146" style="WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDlDwjWP5I/AAAAAAAAAw0/errfH9YX1IM/s320/piano+lessons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting with our Painter and Dry Wall guy (Woo Hoo! we're finally getting the house painted in 2 weeks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDpnPMirNI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Z2ViK5fkgPw/s1600-h/paint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296490022091009234" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDpnPMirNI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Z2ViK5fkgPw/s320/paint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grocery Shopping (2-3 times a week)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDnjPJ5zRI/AAAAAAAAAx8/lmz9jKWP3cg/s1600-h/wmlogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296487754337209618" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 62px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDnjPJ5zRI/AAAAAAAAAx8/lmz9jKWP3cg/s320/wmlogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrating Birthdays (Ashley turned 7 and Spencer turned 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDlEH1Ug2I/AAAAAAAAAxE/gNr069Y7btk/s1600-h/IMG_1422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296485020772631394" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDlEH1Ug2I/AAAAAAAAAxE/gNr069Y7btk/s320/IMG_1422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDlt-j_uwI/AAAAAAAAAxM/7z0aNvn4anQ/s1600-h/IMG_1448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296485739838552834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDlt-j_uwI/AAAAAAAAAxM/7z0aNvn4anQ/s320/IMG_1448.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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-1452984298168952549?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1452984298168952549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=1452984298168952549' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1452984298168952549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1452984298168952549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/01/since-i-havent-blogged-this-whole-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SYDlDxA0qLI/AAAAAAAAAws/d8c_Cvj5EHQ/s72-c/laundry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-3494775247299050442</id><published>2009-01-09T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:53:41.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of our Christmas Vacay</title><content type='html'>So here's the reason we were in Utah for so long: To be with Family! My kids don't have the luxury of grandmas, grandpas, aunts, uncles, and cousins nearby so when we get the chance to be together - we have a blast! Here's a rundown of our 2 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas Morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWefNZnaHAI/AAAAAAAAAtY/z_6LieB501k/s1600-h/IMG_1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289371339933228034" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWefNZnaHAI/AAAAAAAAAtY/z_6LieB501k/s320/IMG_1133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery and Magnus (Steve &amp;amp; Deb's boy) are just 5 days apart. He looks so wise here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWefN4ZmYhI/AAAAAAAAAtg/xEm3shdw6ds/s1600-h/IMG_1151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289371348196811282" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWefN4ZmYhI/AAAAAAAAAtg/xEm3shdw6ds/s320/IMG_1151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tosh (Scott and Tiffany's boy). He's so awesome. You say smile- he stops what he's doing and flashes a big one at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWegC2NyI7I/AAAAAAAAAuY/I07H6LU7otE/s1600-h/IMG_1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289372258143445938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWegC2NyI7I/AAAAAAAAAuY/I07H6LU7otE/s320/IMG_1219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also able to see my cousin, Lindsey, and her 3 kids. Here's a couch picture of all the cousins and 2nd cousins. Once one of them screamed- they all screamed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWefjwWq8xI/AAAAAAAAAuI/tshOJ6Wft3Q/s1600-h/IMG_1216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289371723994166034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWefjwWq8xI/AAAAAAAAAuI/tshOJ6Wft3Q/s320/IMG_1216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Night Tubing at Soldier Hollow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loved it- except Spencer. Go figure. He had crocodile tears the whole time even when we physically forced him up the rope and down the slide while saying, "You stop your crying right now and have fun- I mean it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWelccOlY4I/AAAAAAAAAvY/rH5_7UcO0Ow/s1600-h/IMG_1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289378195402220418" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWelccOlY4I/AAAAAAAAAvY/rH5_7UcO0Ow/s320/IMG_1168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWefOkmsiyI/AAAAAAAAAto/XLLADL8fhow/s1600-h/IMG_1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289371360062901026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWefOkmsiyI/AAAAAAAAAto/XLLADL8fhow/s320/IMG_1170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aunts and Uncles, Grandmas and Grandpas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my brother's wife, Tiffany. She has the most gorgeous blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWefjH-UZOI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Y9MZZNft8_I/s1600-h/IMG_1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289371713154606306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWefjH-UZOI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Y9MZZNft8_I/s320/IMG_1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my brother, Scott. Apparently in Hawaii you don't have to get haircuts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWem7L3kOJI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Xai9yDfa520/s1600-h/IMG_1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289379823098280082" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWem7L3kOJI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Xai9yDfa520/s320/IMG_1174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my brother, Steve, and his wife Deborah. She is a really talented photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWefiihbSLI/AAAAAAAAAt4/uuomni7pcHA/s1600-h/IMG_1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289371703101311154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWefiihbSLI/AAAAAAAAAt4/uuomni7pcHA/s320/IMG_1195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is mt sister, Katie. Say hi to her next time you're at the Lehi Costco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWelctWiSoI/AAAAAAAAAvg/NaBNIJSYqAw/s1600-h/IMG_1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289378199998974594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWelctWiSoI/AAAAAAAAAvg/NaBNIJSYqAw/s320/IMG_1184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my mom-always holding a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWel_b03qxI/AAAAAAAAAwA/17vC33U5AEk/s1600-h/IMG_1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289378796589787922" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWel_b03qxI/AAAAAAAAAwA/17vC33U5AEk/s320/IMG_1186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my dad- the leader of the pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWeotXvWyKI/AAAAAAAAAwY/OL0PK_ZstQE/s1600-h/IMG_1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289381784790157474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWeotXvWyKI/AAAAAAAAAwY/OL0PK_ZstQE/s320/IMG_1178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Haircuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWegf0CEtqI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qnQZKs3Iy6A/s1600-h/IMG_1246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289372755773666978" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWegf0CEtqI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qnQZKs3Iy6A/s320/IMG_1246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Guitar Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWegEXUvhrI/AAAAAAAAAuo/SPMK4jCSPYQ/s1600-h/IMG_1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289372284210874034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWegEXUvhrI/AAAAAAAAAuo/SPMK4jCSPYQ/s320/IMG_1255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWeldcfemdI/AAAAAAAAAvw/f5MrJHHrjHY/s1600-h/IMG_1258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289378212652947922" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWeldcfemdI/AAAAAAAAAvw/f5MrJHHrjHY/s320/IMG_1258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Temple Square Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWegDz1ZAcI/AAAAAAAAAug/HfLqP4OeMHc/s1600-h/IMG_1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289372274684133826" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWegDz1ZAcI/AAAAAAAAAug/HfLqP4OeMHc/s320/IMG_1235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sledding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our version of baby sledding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWeghEX22DI/AAAAAAAAAvI/_qCbfl2bKec/s1600-h/IMG_1350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289372777339869234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWeghEX22DI/AAAAAAAAAvI/_qCbfl2bKec/s320/IMG_1350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWeggnTMQNI/AAAAAAAAAvA/_EbyH8j1gn4/s1600-h/IMG_1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289372769535672530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWeggnTMQNI/AAAAAAAAAvA/_EbyH8j1gn4/s320/IMG_1385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWegEuGY-YI/AAAAAAAAAuw/bJtEz0_EyNo/s1600-h/IMG_1360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289372290324691330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWegEuGY-YI/AAAAAAAAAuw/bJtEz0_EyNo/s320/IMG_1360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWeghuUQw3I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/TVUv6AqkIeg/s1600-h/IMG_1365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289372788599079794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWeghuUQw3I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/TVUv6AqkIeg/s320/IMG_1365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had so much fun with the Rice's and the Johansson's. We're so lucky we can visit everyone!&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/878344685065761294-3494775247299050442?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3494775247299050442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=3494775247299050442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/3494775247299050442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/3494775247299050442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/01/rest-of-our-christmas-vacay.html' title='The rest of our Christmas Vacay'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWefNZnaHAI/AAAAAAAAAtY/z_6LieB501k/s72-c/IMG_1133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-4000774173664814160</id><published>2009-01-06T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:12:38.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&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;I'm just now getting around to posting some Christmas pictures. We've actually been in Utah for the past 2 weeks and just got home a couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spend a couple of afternoons with Cory's Dad, Mom, and sister Alyshia. The kids really love visiting them- especially Aunt Alyshia. They get to raid her purse for makeup! Cory's Dad, Allen, let the kids come visit him in his office on Christmas Eve. They have vending machines where all the treats and soda pops are just a quarter. Each kid got 2 quarters and got to pick ANYTHING they wanted. I really think they were in heaven! And Denise made the BEST snacks for us. I love Beef Stick!! Fun times. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWO9UOq9orI/AAAAAAAAArg/BWRrIRXIWcM/s1600-h/IMG_1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288278542696424114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWO9UOq9orI/AAAAAAAAArg/BWRrIRXIWcM/s320/IMG_1069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWO9Ulgy2_I/AAAAAAAAAro/uwhNB9VG6ko/s1600-h/IMG_1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288278548827790322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWO9Ulgy2_I/AAAAAAAAAro/uwhNB9VG6ko/s320/IMG_1072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWO9s_ZcLNI/AAAAAAAAAr4/0RT73cV4Wsw/s1600-h/IMG_1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288278968093125842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWO9s_ZcLNI/AAAAAAAAAr4/0RT73cV4Wsw/s320/IMG_1076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Eve night was a fun traditional one for me. My mom and dad made ham, green beans, Swedish red cabbage, Swedish cucumbers, and funeral potatoes. Aunt Deb brought the rolls and appetizers. Cory and I did the punch and dessert. It was mom, dad, sister Katie, me, Cory, my 5 kids, Aunt Deb, Uncle Val, cousin Dane, and Grandma Donna (not mine- Aunt Deb's mom). Family missing: brother Scott, brother Steve, grandpa Gene, granny Betty, cousin Lance, cousin Andi, uncle Cole, cousin Kelly, and cousin Lindsey. Just like growing up- only without the naughty candles and kids table. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPDHLEgF6I/AAAAAAAAAsA/Xeq-cJJrkG0/s1600-h/IMG_1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288284915461265314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPDHLEgF6I/AAAAAAAAAsA/Xeq-cJJrkG0/s320/IMG_1095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPDIA1jI3I/AAAAAAAAAsI/_MCfYQRl78Y/s1600-h/IMG_1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288284929894065010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPDIA1jI3I/AAAAAAAAAsI/_MCfYQRl78Y/s320/IMG_1097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner we did our traditional "program" where all the kids do a Christmassy talent. When I was a kid, me and my family did piano solos, piano duets, granny and grandpa singing and playing the harmonica, us singing- you get the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley played "Jolly Old St. Nicholas" on the piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPFyUsrLWI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/LSLEZestSKA/s1600-h/IMG_1100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288287855803313506" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPFyUsrLWI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/LSLEZestSKA/s320/IMG_1100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Ainslee sang "Rudolph" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPFyvyJQMI/AAAAAAAAAsY/rpJrGXZAil8/s1600-h/IMG_1102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288287863074013378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPFyvyJQMI/AAAAAAAAAsY/rpJrGXZAil8/s320/IMG_1102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Andi sang "Jingle Bells" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPFzKBrC_I/AAAAAAAAAsg/v7P1c8de7Mo/s1600-h/IMG_1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288287870118464498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPFzKBrC_I/AAAAAAAAAsg/v7P1c8de7Mo/s320/IMG_1105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Spencer just stood there looking grumpy- go figure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPGX2GCD-I/AAAAAAAAAtI/EkS7gmnE6n4/s1600-h/IMG_1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288288500423200738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPGX2GCD-I/AAAAAAAAAtI/EkS7gmnE6n4/s320/IMG_1275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;And Lil' Missy-Avery- was wondering why we were all so loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPH2b6AzdI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/nf1JQLqd4t0/s1600-h/IMG_1081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288290125481037266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPH2b6AzdI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/nf1JQLqd4t0/s320/IMG_1081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the bells were brought out! Holy Cow The Bells! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes massive amounts of concentration to hit YOUR bell at THE right time. What is supposed to sound like Away in a Manger turns into mush a lot of times but we all laugh as though that's never happened before! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPGXLqe-HI/AAAAAAAAAtA/XmTV6PlyrQ0/s1600-h/IMG_1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288288489033365618" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPGXLqe-HI/AAAAAAAAAtA/XmTV6PlyrQ0/s320/IMG_1116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPFzzXw5tI/AAAAAAAAAso/ll3pEd2z7Bo/s1600-h/IMG_1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288287881216976594" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPFzzXw5tI/AAAAAAAAAso/ll3pEd2z7Bo/s320/IMG_1107.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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPGWetsHcI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Vl9rDAhkDVs/s1600-h/IMG_1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288288476967214530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPGWetsHcI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Vl9rDAhkDVs/s320/IMG_1115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPGVzfipsI/AAAAAAAAAsw/3F723r07Bc8/s1600-h/IMG_1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288288465365149378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWPGVzfipsI/AAAAAAAAAsw/3F723r07Bc8/s320/IMG_1113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been doing the bells for years and years- as long as I can remember. But if you ask my mom, her years get longer and longer ("I haven't brought these out in 10 years. . . I haven't brought these out in 25 years") when really it was just last year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-4000774173664814160?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4000774173664814160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=4000774173664814160' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4000774173664814160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4000774173664814160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SWO9UOq9orI/AAAAAAAAArg/BWRrIRXIWcM/s72-c/IMG_1069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-5338860398794171125</id><published>2008-12-15T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:58:27.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Why am I always playing catch up?  Oh yeah, I'm crazy, that's why.  We just had our Christmas Enrichment Dinner for church-which is always a big deal-and I'm still recovering from that.  So now I've got some pics to post. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Spencer-Bencer hanging out on the swings a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SUbQ6v4xmlI/AAAAAAAAArQ/24ZQIhTB128/s1600-h/IMG_0964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280137320844073554" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SUbQ6v4xmlI/AAAAAAAAArQ/24ZQIhTB128/s320/IMG_0964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little 'pirate' Avery is adjusting well to the torture I put her through with the headbands.  Cory just HAD to document her pain and suffering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SUbQ6HzycsI/AAAAAAAAArI/Q8Np80ISwMg/s1600-h/IMG_1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280137310085739202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SUbQ6HzycsI/AAAAAAAAArI/Q8Np80ISwMg/s320/IMG_1016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bit camera shy, is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SUbQhJD-71I/AAAAAAAAArA/XYu-McECKLQ/s1600-h/IMG_1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280136880925372242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SUbQhJD-71I/AAAAAAAAArA/XYu-McECKLQ/s320/IMG_1034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andi did her little Thanksgiving song in preschool a couple of weeks ago- she's loving having lots of friends.  She often tells us that she's going to marry her 'boyfriend' Cole.  Great. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SUbQgd9QcuI/AAAAAAAAAq4/J-xhx9ZY9DI/s1600-h/IMG_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280136869354435298" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SUbQgd9QcuI/AAAAAAAAAq4/J-xhx9ZY9DI/s320/IMG_0957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainslee is posing in front of one of our traditional Christmas season breakfasts-feel free to steal the idea!  It's green french toast (dye the milk egg mix) with sausages for tree stumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SUbQf2rVdNI/AAAAAAAAAqw/B5GeWySMCDw/s1600-h/IMG_1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280136858810283218" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SUbQf2rVdNI/AAAAAAAAAqw/B5GeWySMCDw/s320/IMG_1028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are most of the kids (Ains in green, Ash on the top, Spence on the right) at the Rice Family Farm for Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SUbP7-fx9NI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Z7qK2VZ0MZk/s1600-h/IMG_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280136242434012370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SUbP7-fx9NI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Z7qK2VZ0MZk/s320/IMG_0992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Christmas tradition is laying under the Christmas tree and singing Christmas songs while I play the piano.  I think it only lasted 3 songs this year. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SUbP7Xw6MRI/AAAAAAAAAqg/KY7VWC3Unz4/s1600-h/IMG_1021_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280136232036872466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SUbP7Xw6MRI/AAAAAAAAAqg/KY7VWC3Unz4/s320/IMG_1021_edited-1.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;So you got me.  This is how I get my girls' hair so curly for church.  This is the night before taking pictures for the Christmas card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SUbP7K2EtrI/AAAAAAAAAqY/pQHb2foNoZs/s1600-h/IMG_1042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280136228568872626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SUbP7K2EtrI/AAAAAAAAAqY/pQHb2foNoZs/s320/IMG_1042.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;Here's Cory and his Dad working hard at the Farm.  It was COLD!  By the way- does anyone know how to fix a 1950's Ford Tractor?  Just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SUbQ7LbYScI/AAAAAAAAArY/esIK2wdxwn8/s1600-h/IMG_0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280137328236972482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SUbQ7LbYScI/AAAAAAAAArY/esIK2wdxwn8/s320/IMG_0994.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-5338860398794171125?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5338860398794171125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=5338860398794171125' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5338860398794171125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5338860398794171125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SUbQ6v4xmlI/AAAAAAAAArQ/24ZQIhTB128/s72-c/IMG_0964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-1170215151659610959</id><published>2008-12-03T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:23:31.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The many faces of Avery</title><content type='html'>This is the "See,-my-family-is-normal" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/STb2yJ7FI9I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/LYvSTigPS_0/s1600-h/IMG_1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275675355028726738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/STb2yJ7FI9I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/LYvSTigPS_0/s320/IMG_1001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the "Why-is-my-brother-always-sticking-his-finger-in-my-nose" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/STb2xnLGi8I/AAAAAAAAAqI/NmKk_q3-wLg/s1600-h/IMG_1004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275675345700686786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/STb2xnLGi8I/AAAAAAAAAqI/NmKk_q3-wLg/s320/IMG_1004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the "My-eyes-are-bigger-than-yours" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/STb2xSMNOgI/AAAAAAAAAqA/2gl3DAPTKpA/s1600-h/IMG_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275675340068174338" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/STb2xSMNOgI/AAAAAAAAAqA/2gl3DAPTKpA/s320/IMG_1006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the "Why-did-I-give-up-heaven-for-this" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/STb2xG-gz3I/AAAAAAAAAp4/fTCoHG-LU4w/s1600-h/IMG_1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275675337057947506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/STb2xG-gz3I/AAAAAAAAAp4/fTCoHG-LU4w/s320/IMG_1008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't she adorable!!!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-1170215151659610959?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1170215151659610959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=1170215151659610959' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1170215151659610959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1170215151659610959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/many-faces-of-avery.html' title='The many faces of Avery'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/STb2yJ7FI9I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/LYvSTigPS_0/s72-c/IMG_1001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-806195546873983407</id><published>2008-12-01T10:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:43:39.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it amazing. . .</title><content type='html'>how you can be feeling so down on yourself because you don't sew, bake, sing, write funny blog posts, and a million other awesome things that other people do and then your wonderful naughty little boy will wipe away your tears and everything bad is suddenly gone.  AMAZING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-806195546873983407?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/806195546873983407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=806195546873983407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/806195546873983407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/806195546873983407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/isnt-it-amazing.html' title='Isn&apos;t it amazing. . .'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-4669088651843798979</id><published>2008-11-21T23:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:16:24.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't give up on us!</title><content type='html'>Okay, really, we're not dead- just really busy.  5 kids will do that to a person I guess :)  But for reals we're all still here, alive and happy.  And now we're going away for 1 week!  Then I promise, I'll be back at it (and hopefully our computer will be working a little better so I can post pictures).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As AUNAULD says:&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-4669088651843798979?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4669088651843798979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=4669088651843798979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4669088651843798979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4669088651843798979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-give-up-on-us.html' title='Don&apos;t give up on us!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-6853852716413040999</id><published>2008-11-16T13:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T13:56:24.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You wanna know what happened to me today. . .</title><content type='html'>The first 5 minutes of our sacament meeting was very exciting for me- full on baby poop explosion up Avery's back and all over my skirt. Nothing like a little mustard colored stain on my white skirt for the rest of the meeting. And of course I had to take the little ones out twice so I couldn't even hide it! Everyone look at me!!!! I'm sure everyone wondered why I ate a hotdog before church and got a little crazy with it and spilled it and didn't care enough to change! What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SSCW3QXjgNI/AAAAAAAAApw/6h1XjvUxzHs/s1600-h/baby+poop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269377440054214866" style="WIDTH: 37px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 37px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SSCW3QXjgNI/AAAAAAAAApw/6h1XjvUxzHs/s320/baby+poop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/878344685065761294-6853852716413040999?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6853852716413040999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=6853852716413040999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/6853852716413040999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/6853852716413040999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-wanna-know-what-happened-to-me.html' title='You wanna know what happened to me today. . .'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SSCW3QXjgNI/AAAAAAAAApw/6h1XjvUxzHs/s72-c/baby+poop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-6694603637156536628</id><published>2008-11-05T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:48:15.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Out Below!</title><content type='html'>No, really.  Look underneath this post and you'll find some other new ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-6694603637156536628?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6694603637156536628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=6694603637156536628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/6694603637156536628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/6694603637156536628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-out-below.html' title='Look Out Below!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-2343789733897449200</id><published>2008-11-04T16:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:36:33.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much better quote!</title><content type='html'>This quote trumps my "American President" quote.  And it well should, as it was given by a prophet of the Lord.  Thanks to Mark and Angela for sending this spiritual buoy in these difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The below was given in an address to BYU students by Elder Neal A. Maxwellin 1978.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make no mistake about it, brothers and sisters, in the months and years ahead, events are likely to require each member to decide whether or not he will follow the First Presidency. Members will find it more difficult to halt longer between two opinions. President Marion G. Romney said, many years ago, that he had 'never hesitated to follow the counsel of the Authorities of the Church even though it crossed my social, professional or political life.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is hard doctrine, but it is particularly vital doctrine in a society which is becoming more wicked. In short, brothers and sisters, not being ashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ includes not being ashamed of the prophets of Jesus Christ. . . . Your discipleship may see the time when such religious convictions are discounted. . . . This new irreligious imperialism seeks to disallow certain opinions simply because those opinions grow out of religious convictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Resistance to abortion will be seen as primitive. Concern over the institution of the family will be viewed as untrendy and unenlightened.... Before the ultimate victory of the forces of righteousness, some skirmishes will be lost. Even in these, however, let us leave a record so that the choices are clear, letting others do as they will in the face of prophetic counsel. There will also be times, happily, when a minor defeat seems probable, but others will step forward, having been rallied to rightness by what we do. We will know the joy, on occasion, of having awakened a slumbering majority of the decent people of all races and creeds which was, till then, unconscious of itself. Jesus said that when the fig trees put forth their leaves, 'summer is nigh.' Thus warned that summer is upon us, let us not then complain of the heat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Elder Neal A. Maxwell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-2343789733897449200?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2343789733897449200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=2343789733897449200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2343789733897449200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2343789733897449200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/much-better-quote.html' title='Much better quote!'/><author><name>Cory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-2798067831214175992</id><published>2008-11-04T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:56:05.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Geez, it took so long for this sucker to come out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SRDEiemL5FI/AAAAAAAAApY/_-9fQugAzc8/s1600-h/IMG_0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SRDE237MJqI/AAAAAAAAApo/6aZVMkciozU/s1600-h/IMG_0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264924411400300194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SRDE237MJqI/AAAAAAAAApo/6aZVMkciozU/s320/IMG_0936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SRDEi16NL5I/AAAAAAAAApg/ygm-2JYWf1I/s1600-h/IMG_0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264924067261919122" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SRDEi16NL5I/AAAAAAAAApg/ygm-2JYWf1I/s320/IMG_0939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/878344685065761294-2798067831214175992?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2798067831214175992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=2798067831214175992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2798067831214175992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2798067831214175992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SRDE237MJqI/AAAAAAAAApo/6aZVMkciozU/s72-c/IMG_0936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-1193203970286149544</id><published>2008-11-04T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:52:42.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we're finally getting our Halloweenie pictures up. Our brand new computer has decided to not recognize our SD card drive. You want to know what's fun? Knowing now that you have to go through the hassle of fixing something that is brand new and you're so ticked about it that you scream out loud. Not that I did that or anything. So here we go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cory as Cowboy Cory,  Ashley as a Black Cat, Ainslee as a High School Musical Cheerleader, Andi as Tinkerbelle, and Spencer as a Pirate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SRDBaqqq5ZI/AAAAAAAAAoo/-iMLbK1VA3w/s1600-h/IMG_0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264920628270130578" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SRDBaqqq5ZI/AAAAAAAAAoo/-iMLbK1VA3w/s320/IMG_0917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SRDBxFCjbMI/AAAAAAAAApA/3J6vMjqvAWg/s1600-h/IMG_0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264921013306748098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SRDBxFCjbMI/AAAAAAAAApA/3J6vMjqvAWg/s320/IMG_0910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Avery as a sad little girl who didn't dress up for Halloween because she kept sleeping through all the opportune times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SRDBb5RGHAI/AAAAAAAAAo4/u1Bi2oeQG9g/s1600-h/IMG_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264920649369263106" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SRDBb5RGHAI/AAAAAAAAAo4/u1Bi2oeQG9g/s320/IMG_0931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We actually went trick or treating at my brother's house in the bay area (2 1/2 hours away).  We went for his new baby's blessing.  Here are Magnus and Avery together- they're only 5 days apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SRDBbu7eAvI/AAAAAAAAAow/jRRn-iWI1zo/s1600-h/IMG_0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264920646594200306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SRDBbu7eAvI/AAAAAAAAAow/jRRn-iWI1zo/s320/IMG_0929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man, Spencer decided to have his daily temper tantrum today.  It lasted a good 45 minutes.  Half way into it, he was so exhausted he fell asleep face down on the tile.  Here's the proof- sound asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SRDB0n_UNvI/AAAAAAAAApQ/kokgb-I9hJY/s1600-h/IMG_0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264921074228016882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SRDB0n_UNvI/AAAAAAAAApQ/kokgb-I9hJY/s320/IMG_0940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;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/878344685065761294-1193203970286149544?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1193203970286149544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=1193203970286149544' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1193203970286149544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1193203970286149544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures-again.html' title='Pictures again!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SRDBaqqq5ZI/AAAAAAAAAoo/-iMLbK1VA3w/s72-c/IMG_0917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-6340611725850576365</id><published>2008-10-27T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:54:38.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Freedom of Speech Paradox</title><content type='html'>Well, it happened today between the hours of 2 PM and 5 PM.  Broad daylight.  The brazen opponents of Prop 8 strolled onto our front lawn and stole our "Yes on Prop 8" sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on while I vomit from the sickness of violation.  Okay, much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to think of one of my favorite movie line quotes.  It is from "The American President"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"America isn't easy. America is advanced citizenship. You gotta want it bad, 'cause it's gonna put up a fight. It's gonna say "You want free speech? Let's see you acknowledge a man whose words make your blood boil, who's standing center stage and advocating at the top of his lungs that which you would spend a lifetime opposing at the top of yours. You want to claim this land as the land of the free? Then the symbol of your country can't just be a flag; the symbol also has to be one of its citizens exercising his right to burn that flag in protest. Show me that, defend that, celebrate that in your classrooms. Then, you can stand up and sing about the "land of the free". "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all for freedom of speech.  Because I cannot have it if I refuse to provide it to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just odd that the very group clamoring for equality and protesting exclusivity of rights is the very group refusing to allow that same right to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus the paradox of "you cannot eliminate the right of a same sex couple to marry, but I can eliminate your right to oppose it."  Satan is good...or is it bad.  Let's just say very effective at leading people astray by the subtle craftiness of men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-6340611725850576365?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6340611725850576365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=6340611725850576365' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/6340611725850576365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/6340611725850576365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/10/freedom-of-speech-paradox.html' title='The Freedom of Speech Paradox'/><author><name>Cory</name><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-878344685065761294.post-8437224673397203336</id><published>2008-10-24T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:33:49.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Galore</title><content type='html'>I had one of "those" days yesterday. While I was sitting on the couch feeding Avery, Spencer was very busy behind the kitchen island with the new case of juice boxes from Costco. I couldn't figure out what he was doing and of course every time I called him over to me, he ignore me. So when I finished with Avery I walked over to check it out. He had cut with scissors (!) into the case and pierced some of the juice boxes. I figured out later that it was 4 boxes. But all the juice from those boxes leaked all over the other boxes AND all over the floor. And then of course Spencer walked throught the mess a few times and got sticky footprints throughout the family room. Yeah, THAT's fun to clean up. To salvage the juices, I had to rinse off each box. Here's the evidence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SQH1Ax1FZUI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ObvTVCUiEwg/s1600-h/IMG_0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260755233470244162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SQH1Ax1FZUI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ObvTVCUiEwg/s320/IMG_0885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the culprit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SQH1jkKm2BI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Xfl7LaH_nro/s1600-h/IMG_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260755831097841682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SQH1jkKm2BI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Xfl7LaH_nro/s320/IMG_0886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I was cleaning that mess, Andi got the ink stamper from the top of Ainslee's pen and stamped her eyelids to look like eyeshadow and her lips to look like lipstick. She had asked me earlier in the day if she could put my makeup on. I should have known something naughty was going to happen. Here's the naughty one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SQH1ApF0c4I/AAAAAAAAAn4/fdQdi8MHt90/s1600-h/IMG_0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260755231124517762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SQH1ApF0c4I/AAAAAAAAAn4/fdQdi8MHt90/s320/IMG_0883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first-grader that all the others look up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SQH0_qrpAmI/AAAAAAAAAnw/6LeOQHWV8Ks/s1600-h/IMG_0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260755214371717730" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SQH0_qrpAmI/AAAAAAAAAnw/6LeOQHWV8Ks/s320/IMG_0878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Ainslee, mommy's little helper, and Avery at 4 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SQH0_GSc0pI/AAAAAAAAAno/L-wSPEZ8q-4/s1600-h/IMG_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260755204602385042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SQH0_GSc0pI/AAAAAAAAAno/L-wSPEZ8q-4/s320/IMG_0876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Little Missy at 5 weeks. You didn't know I gave birth to a baby Buddha, did you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SQH0gl53TkI/AAAAAAAAAng/HhvSxv618gw/s1600-h/IMG_0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260754680513252930" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SQH0gl53TkI/AAAAAAAAAng/HhvSxv618gw/s320/IMG_0874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also didn't know I gave birth to an owl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SQH0gLfYDtI/AAAAAAAAAnY/YkTg6AHB6KI/s1600-h/IMG_0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260754673422831314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SQH0gLfYDtI/AAAAAAAAAnY/YkTg6AHB6KI/s320/IMG_0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ALSO know that brussel sprouts grow on a stalk? We didn't until we bought a stalk at a farmers market last weekend. And the kids loved eating them! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SQH0fxNG5mI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ynMejzeeVKI/s1600-h/IMG_0867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260754666366887522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SQH0fxNG5mI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ynMejzeeVKI/s320/IMG_0867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SQH0fegdbHI/AAAAAAAAAnI/v2YA65Fnh6o/s1600-h/IMG_0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260754661347781746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SQH0fegdbHI/AAAAAAAAAnI/v2YA65Fnh6o/s320/IMG_0866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-8437224673397203336?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8437224673397203336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=8437224673397203336' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/8437224673397203336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/8437224673397203336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures-galore.html' title='Pictures Galore'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SQH1Ax1FZUI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ObvTVCUiEwg/s72-c/IMG_0885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-6797362961980894780</id><published>2008-10-20T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:32:47.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Jolla</title><content type='html'>So I haven't blogged for a while because me and Avery went with Cory to La Jolla. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPz3tmJ5vnI/AAAAAAAAAmM/sQbYoxgudIA/s1600-h/la+jolla+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259350827570151026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPz3tmJ5vnI/AAAAAAAAAmM/sQbYoxgudIA/s320/la+jolla+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had business meetings and I went for a little R&amp;amp;R. The other kids stayed home- sorry! I was on my own for 2 days while he had breakfast, lunch, and dinner with his associates. But that was fine. So we stayed at a really nice hotel just 1/4 mile from La Jolla Cove. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPz3tdJsBHI/AAAAAAAAAmE/q-tV6k7EY24/s1600-h/grande+colonial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259350825153332338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPz3tdJsBHI/AAAAAAAAAmE/q-tV6k7EY24/s320/grande+colonial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course we didn't take the camera- I always forget it. Dang. I'm trying to entertain you with pictures I found on the internet- just pretend I took them!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were also little boutique shops (with a few scumy souveneir shops mixed in) and little restaurants up and down the streets. I shopped- window shopped that is. There were a ton of art galleries there- not exactly in my price range. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPz3tybc3yI/AAAAAAAAAmU/V5BH39J32_A/s1600-h/la+jolla+shops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259350830864981794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPz3tybc3yI/AAAAAAAAAmU/V5BH39J32_A/s320/la+jolla+shops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down in the cove, there were sea lions just chillin' on the rocks 15 feet from the beach. Way cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPz4dYPOkPI/AAAAAAAAAm0/dqLd-5ftIFc/s1600-h/sea+lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259351648468111602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPz4dYPOkPI/AAAAAAAAAm0/dqLd-5ftIFc/s320/sea+lion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate breakfast and lunch in the hotel, you know, cup o' noodles, oatmeal cereal bars, sink water. Then I went out for 2 dinners on my own (with Avery of course). I kinda felt like Rachel Ray on Tasty Travels or $40 a day, sampling the cuisine by myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPz3wSqDnOI/AAAAAAAAAmc/RwIKuc8GCYg/s1600-h/Rachel+Ray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259350873875913954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPz3wSqDnOI/AAAAAAAAAmc/RwIKuc8GCYg/s320/Rachel+Ray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt kinda weird and felt the need to explain my situation to the servers so they didn't think I was a single mom going on a date with myself. I did have dinner with Cory 1 night and we went to this kinda fancy restaurant. It was outdoor and at the top of a tall building so we could overlook the ocean. Food was not so great, but the view was! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPz4AXmwZfI/AAAAAAAAAms/797eTSWoqhA/s1600-h/view-from-rooftop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259351150082156018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPz4AXmwZfI/AAAAAAAAAms/797eTSWoqhA/s320/view-from-rooftop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While hanging out in the room, I got my recipe project finished that I brought from home. Success! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPz4ALxrrNI/AAAAAAAAAmk/u6glIiXligM/s1600-h/recipe+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259351146906758354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPz4ALxrrNI/AAAAAAAAAmk/u6glIiXligM/s320/recipe+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all it was really great and I'm glad I was able to go. Love You, Cory!&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/878344685065761294-6797362961980894780?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6797362961980894780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=6797362961980894780' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/6797362961980894780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/6797362961980894780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/10/la-jolla.html' title='La Jolla'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPz3tmJ5vnI/AAAAAAAAAmM/sQbYoxgudIA/s72-c/la+jolla+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-7382917503426041248</id><published>2008-10-12T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:41:30.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's official now</title><content type='html'>Today was Avery's blessing day.  I always joke with Cory that he'll forget the baby's name during the blessing but he didn't so she's officially Avery Melissa.  The blessing was of course beautiful though I can't remember exactly what was said.  My friend in the ward wrote down the details so I can read it over later.  Here are a few pictures to show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPJen4MGoSI/AAAAAAAAAeI/TJpa-neDXjQ/s1600-h/IMG_0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256367754285850914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPJen4MGoSI/AAAAAAAAAeI/TJpa-neDXjQ/s320/IMG_0840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPJeoC8xPsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lMq4sfk_cYQ/s1600-h/IMG_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256367757174324930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPJeoC8xPsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lMq4sfk_cYQ/s320/IMG_0838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPJeob4LNGI/AAAAAAAAAeY/RiPtRfjSwp0/s1600-h/IMG_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256367763865941090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPJeob4LNGI/AAAAAAAAAeY/RiPtRfjSwp0/s320/IMG_0836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPJeLxHoAFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/v8KnU0ymBfs/s1600-h/IMG_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256367271351681106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPJeLxHoAFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/v8KnU0ymBfs/s320/IMG_0849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, the picture below won't upload the right way.  So either turn your head or turn the monitor to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPJe6zWyJ9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/9ItyVLPap6g/s1600-h/IMG_0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256368079405983698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPJe6zWyJ9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/9ItyVLPap6g/s320/IMG_0862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPJeL2sWagI/AAAAAAAAAd4/kqFXAk8nmzo/s1600-h/IMG_0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256367272847895042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPJeL2sWagI/AAAAAAAAAd4/kqFXAk8nmzo/s320/IMG_0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom makes blessing blankets for all the grandkids and they each have a different stitch.  This is the one she made for Avery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPJeLgy-gAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/B9PrMh-g4uk/s1600-h/IMG_0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256367266970107906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPJeLgy-gAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/B9PrMh-g4uk/s320/IMG_0864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in 2 weeks we get to be at my nephew's blessing (Steve &amp;amp; Deb's boy).  Can't wait!!!&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/878344685065761294-7382917503426041248?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7382917503426041248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=7382917503426041248' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7382917503426041248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7382917503426041248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/10/shes-official-now.html' title='She&apos;s official now'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SPJen4MGoSI/AAAAAAAAAeI/TJpa-neDXjQ/s72-c/IMG_0840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-9124649451646292118</id><published>2008-10-09T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:50:12.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These 2 weeks in pictures</title><content type='html'>So last week, the kids and I went to Provo with Cory.  He was doing some recruiting for HP at BYU.  Hey, free trip to Utah!!!  Me and the kids just kinda hung out like we would normally while Cory was working.  We did get to meet up with some family and eat dinner at Johnny Carino's.  I highly recommend the Italian nachos with chicken and sausage.  Seriously, it's SO good.  We also got to meet up with some friends we haven't kept in touch with over the past 5 or so years. It was great to see you Jen &amp;amp; Ryan!  Everytime we go back, we never have enough time to visit everyone we want to.  When you add up immediate family, extended family, and friends there is just not enough time!  We'll be out for Christmas so I'm hoping we can visit EVERYONE! &lt;br /&gt;Here are the future BYU-ites:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SO5dhTVUIyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/AoN6_G297Ps/s1600-h/IMG_0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255240641894687522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SO5dhTVUIyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/AoN6_G297Ps/s320/IMG_0783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a Sunday walk in the canyon and collected amazing leaves to decorate Grama Jo &amp;amp; Grampa Jo's house.  So pretty.  I wish we had neat-o canyons closer to us.  Leaves from the backyard just aren't the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SO5dNF2hWuI/AAAAAAAAAcw/N1f-alq1CoE/s1600-h/IMG_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255240294678485730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SO5dNF2hWuI/AAAAAAAAAcw/N1f-alq1CoE/s320/IMG_0755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the kids with Grama Jo, Grampa Jo, &amp;amp; Lucy (the dog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SO5dNbkMR4I/AAAAAAAAAc4/rEWpZ_8KJ8M/s1600-h/IMG_0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255240300507187074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SO5dNbkMR4I/AAAAAAAAAc4/rEWpZ_8KJ8M/s320/IMG_0762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we went to Discovery Park in Pleasant Grove.  It's a big one made of wood so it looks like a huge fort.  The kids loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SO5dNiSRleI/AAAAAAAAAdA/OnK_pXucV5c/s1600-h/IMG_0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255240302311085538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SO5dNiSRleI/AAAAAAAAAdA/OnK_pXucV5c/s320/IMG_0776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the baby.  Now, I threw this picture in the mix because if you click on it to make it larger, you'll see that her eyes look blue.  Now I know she's only 2 weeks old and all babies have slate blue eyes until they change.  But hers are way more blue than the other kids'.  For just a short time anyway we'll enjoy her "blue" eyes until they turn brown.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SO5dhZUxEqI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xLKonDceRa8/s1600-h/IMG_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255240643503002274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SO5dhZUxEqI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xLKonDceRa8/s320/IMG_0803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SO5dhpCNYwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Nhn4lCVb4iI/s1600-h/IMG_0807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255240647720133378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SO5dhpCNYwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Nhn4lCVb4iI/s320/IMG_0807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went on a Field Trip with Andi's preschool to a pumpkin patch.  I took the 3 younger ones.  Avery slept the whole time (yeah) while Spencer and Andi had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SO5dhyatt6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/nkTsVqDCVbo/s1600-h/IMG_0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255240650238834594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SO5dhyatt6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/nkTsVqDCVbo/s320/IMG_0813.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/878344685065761294-9124649451646292118?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9124649451646292118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=9124649451646292118' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/9124649451646292118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/9124649451646292118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/10/these-2-weeks-in-pictures.html' title='These 2 weeks in pictures'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SO5dhTVUIyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/AoN6_G297Ps/s72-c/IMG_0783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-768690201144647992</id><published>2008-09-25T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:15:49.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So Avery is 9 days old- we've been home from the hospital for 1 week. This is what's been going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SNwVIlYPC9I/AAAAAAAAAb4/D64v4KhyEDM/s1600-h/IMG_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250094502824053714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SNwVIlYPC9I/AAAAAAAAAb4/D64v4KhyEDM/s320/IMG_0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our gargantuan caterpillar we found on one of our tomato plants. So gross. Cory stuck it in a box and the kids enjoyed watching it. Spencer kept saying "ew." The thing was as thick around as my thumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SNwpTh2sbSI/AAAAAAAAAco/Ed6f5kTejb4/s1600-h/IMG_0738b+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250116681089183010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SNwpTh2sbSI/AAAAAAAAAco/Ed6f5kTejb4/s320/IMG_0738b+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Censor added due to the graphic content of this photo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainslee (and the others) are loving holding Avery. Spencer has figured out that his index finger fits exactly into Avery's nostrils. Oh great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SNwVoEZOilI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/2ivz2qHhD-4/s1600-h/IMG_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250095043725658706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SNwVoEZOilI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/2ivz2qHhD-4/s320/IMG_0741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SNwVo7P12rI/AAAAAAAAAcY/kNmwc7WET-k/s1600-h/IMG_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250095058450242226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SNwVo7P12rI/AAAAAAAAAcY/kNmwc7WET-k/s320/IMG_0743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather has been great so the kids are shunned outside for some exercise. They've discovered a game called "muddy pigs." Can you just guess what that game does to my loads of laundry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SNwVpZxvgyI/AAAAAAAAAcg/5_uXH-r-fpA/s1600-h/IMG_0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250095066645496610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SNwVpZxvgyI/AAAAAAAAAcg/5_uXH-r-fpA/s320/IMG_0745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is our sweet angel, "lil Missy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SNwVIwYPyKI/AAAAAAAAAcA/0LDUdFCXgVQ/s1600-h/IMG_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250094505776892066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SNwVIwYPyKI/AAAAAAAAAcA/0LDUdFCXgVQ/s320/IMG_0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spencer, being so creative and naughty, decided to make a necklace out of things around the house. Too bad we haven't replaced this movie with the DVD yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-768690201144647992?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/768690201144647992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=768690201144647992' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/768690201144647992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/768690201144647992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-week.html' title='What a week!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SNwVIlYPC9I/AAAAAAAAAb4/D64v4KhyEDM/s72-c/IMG_0720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-1807931619560882798</id><published>2008-09-18T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:45:30.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the name is....</title><content type='html'>Well, we finally decided on a name.  Our fifth child will be known as Avery Melissa Rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race was between Avery Megan or Allie Mae.  Then it changed to Avery Megan vs. Allie Marie.  Allie just didn't seem to fit.  So we decided to go with Avery, but for the whole time we were there, we kept referring to the new baby as Lil Missy.  So we changed the name from Avery Megan to Avery Melissa and signed on the dotted line with that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, we may still may get use of Allie Marie down the line.  :-O  Just kidding?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-1807931619560882798?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1807931619560882798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=1807931619560882798' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1807931619560882798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1807931619560882798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-name-is.html' title='And the name is....'/><author><name>Cory</name><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-878344685065761294.post-5131736683860590730</id><published>2008-09-17T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:21:26.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The package has been delivered!</title><content type='html'>The new little angel came into the world at 12:24 PM PDT on September 16, 2008, creating the full straight of 13, 14, 15, 16, 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called in at 5:45 AM at they said to come on in. So we got ready, went in and showed up right behind another woman in active labor. I thought we would be turned away. But they checked us in. The other mom was a first time mom 10 days overdue. They would not induce her on the first baby. They went to their room and we went to ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurses checked Jessie in and got her IV started. There was a full time nurse and then a nursing student. The nursing student was very nervous and would not talk. The full time nurse left the student in the room to do some other check-in items. She didn't know how to work the computer and so would just walk out to ask questions and walk back in. She didn't chit chat or anything. We felt so bad for her. We explained that this was our fifth child and so she didn't need to stress about messing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She let the whole first bag of IV empty into Jessie even though the full time nurse told her to slow it down when there when it got to 300. When the full time nurse came back in and saw the bag was empty, she said "well, a little liquid in you is a good thing." Yeah, if a full bag of saline is a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the full time nurse proceeded to ask Jessie questions, she had me step outside for a few minutes so she could ask Jessie some other questions. As I was standing outside, the couple that had arrived 5 minutes before us that morning were walking past. The husband said, "Best of luck" with a slight sneer. They were leaving because her contractions were not close enough. So a mom 10 days overdue with her first is leaving while a mom 3 days overdue is getting to be electivly induced. It was their first baby. This is our fifth, I believe we have earned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the timeline. She got her Pitocin at 9:30 AM PDT and began contractions immediately. She got an epidural at 10:00 AM. She was starting to progress, but we wanted Jessie's mom there as well. She was picking up Ainslee at school. So I rushed home, we dropped the three youngest at a friend's house (thanks so much!), and rushed back to the hospital. It is about 3 miles from the house, so I thought we would have plenty of time. As I was about to turn into the hospital, Jessie called saying we should probably hurry, it was time. Aw man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we parked in the 30 min "mother in labor" parking and ran in. The nurse checked Jessie and said she was at a 10 and was ready to have the baby. The nurse said that she was required to have Jessie push once because the doctor wouldn't come unless the nurse did that. The doctor told us that he was going to be doing an operation from Noon to 1:30 so she couldn't have the baby during that window. Well, it was 12:15 PM and the nurse said she needed to get the doctor down there immediately. He had already prepared the person for surgery. The nurse said he needed to get down to the delivery room. "If she sneezes, this baby is coming out." That is how close Jessie was to delivering. He left the person who was prepped for surgery and came down. Jessie pushed a couple times and out came baby number 5 (to be named later). It was a great experience. We have attached some pictures for your viewing pleasure. WARNING: Oohs, Aws, and other baby talk may inadvertantly slip from your mouths when viewing these pictures. Viewer discretion advised! &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/SNFCir7QPSI/AAAAAAAAACI/-aYR56P6E68/s1600-h/IMG_0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247048204537576738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/SNFCir7QPSI/AAAAAAAAACI/-aYR56P6E68/s200/IMG_0680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/SNFCjIi5h9I/AAAAAAAAACY/oLPHn3Wgx44/s1600-h/IMG_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247048212220053458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/SNFCjIi5h9I/AAAAAAAAACY/oLPHn3Wgx44/s200/IMG_0683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/SNFDa3txAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/OQH0JrDYBeg/s1600-h/IMG_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247049169774904050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/SNFDa3txAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/OQH0JrDYBeg/s200/IMG_0686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/SNFDbYIgrvI/AAAAAAAAACo/hg_ZKfUSDkk/s1600-h/IMG_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247049178477014770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/SNFDbYIgrvI/AAAAAAAAACo/hg_ZKfUSDkk/s200/IMG_0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/SNFDbhdM3EI/AAAAAAAAACw/A7wBsOu2p_U/s1600-h/IMG_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247049180979715138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/SNFDbhdM3EI/AAAAAAAAACw/A7wBsOu2p_U/s200/IMG_0694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/SNFGFWI_T-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/_4W5HeVPCgk/s1600-h/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247052098519912418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/SNFGFWI_T-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/_4W5HeVPCgk/s200/IMG_0701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/SNFGFyRdJdI/AAAAAAAAADA/NdQyuYg1Dyw/s1600-h/IMG_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247052106071614930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/SNFGFyRdJdI/AAAAAAAAADA/NdQyuYg1Dyw/s200/IMG_0703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/SNFGGLQGX2I/AAAAAAAAADI/uu0zKVoOnGM/s1600-h/IMG_0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247052112776814434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/SNFGGLQGX2I/AAAAAAAAADI/uu0zKVoOnGM/s200/IMG_0707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-5131736683860590730?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5131736683860590730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=5131736683860590730' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5131736683860590730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5131736683860590730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/package-has-been-delivered.html' title='The package has been delivered!'/><author><name>Cory</name><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/_CAc5C3XN6wI/SNFCir7QPSI/AAAAAAAAACI/-aYR56P6E68/s72-c/IMG_0680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-8801005501319371876</id><published>2008-09-15T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:29:40.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Algorithm Error</title><content type='html'>Just an FYI. The Baby Counter widget to the right has a programming error I believe. It does not show days past the due date, but begins to count back up. So they must have used an absolute value formula or something. Anyways, what I am trying to say is that when you look at the widget, it is telling you how many days past due Jessie is, if you have it in the "Days to Go" mode (click on the countdown until it shows days to go).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called in today at 5:30 AM to see if there were any beds available. None. Then at 9:00 AM, then they said they would call at 10 AM. They called back at around 9:50 AM saying that there was a bed available and that they were about to call her, but then another woman showed up in active labor. "Sorry Ms. Rice, you almost got to have your baby." Yeah, thanks for nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we have to call in tomorrow and she is the first one on the list and "guaranteed a spot." We will keep everyone posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least now we have the chance to have a "birthday straight." The kids b-day's will be 13, 14, 15, 16, 17. Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley, Jan 13th; Andi, Aug 14th; Spencer, Jan 15th; TBD, Sep 16th; and Ainslee, Feb 17th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-8801005501319371876?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8801005501319371876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=8801005501319371876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/8801005501319371876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/8801005501319371876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/algorithm-error.html' title='Algorithm Error'/><author><name>Cory</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-7571300089087285237</id><published>2008-09-13T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:09:19.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Baby Yet!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-7571300089087285237?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7571300089087285237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=7571300089087285237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7571300089087285237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7571300089087285237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-baby-yet.html' title='No Baby Yet!!!!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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-878344685065761294.post-964852529217289742</id><published>2008-09-10T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:25:21.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andi's a preschooler now!</title><content type='html'>Our little Andi is in preschool now.  How fast they grow up.  Granted, it's only 2 times a week for 2 hours, but it's a big deal!  She was so excited the past week and she laid her clothes out like her sisters do and wanted to wear her new tennis shoes.  Of course when we got there, she got all nervous and wimpery.  But for heaven's sakes, she just turned 3!  It's probably really scary for a 3 year old! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SMf0U_ACOSI/AAAAAAAAAZM/5tlGNerJlXg/s1600-h/IMG_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244428932442372386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SMf0U_ACOSI/AAAAAAAAAZM/5tlGNerJlXg/s320/IMG_0676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SMf0UkzVYjI/AAAAAAAAAZE/zTDN70Ts9og/s1600-h/IMG_0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244428925409780274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SMf0UkzVYjI/AAAAAAAAAZE/zTDN70Ts9og/s320/IMG_0673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SMf0VPqHOxI/AAAAAAAAAZU/E9wrGXr624s/s1600-h/IMG_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244428936913828626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SMf0VPqHOxI/AAAAAAAAAZU/E9wrGXr624s/s320/IMG_0677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/878344685065761294-964852529217289742?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/964852529217289742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=964852529217289742' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/964852529217289742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/964852529217289742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/andis-preschooler-now.html' title='Andi&apos;s a preschooler now!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SMf0U_ACOSI/AAAAAAAAAZM/5tlGNerJlXg/s72-c/IMG_0676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-2089175388549104171</id><published>2008-09-05T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:19:37.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of "those" days</title><content type='html'>So the other day the kids were on a roll. They did everything naughty they're not supposed to do. At the end of the day I thought to myself "I don't remember signing up for this! Hugs and kisses and sweet angels singing- yes. But this? Not so fun." So let me explain what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laying down with Spencer. I truly was awake- resting my eyes- but awake. Ainslee and Andi were coloring with crayons and markers. I despise markers but I thought they (meaning Ainslee the kindergartener) could handle it this one time as a treat. All was going good. No screaming, crying, or naughty whispering. It was time to get ready to pick up Ashley so I got up and this is what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SMFpk0eFCPI/AAAAAAAAAYw/muUYB-jkqTg/s1600-h/IMG_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242587522516977906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SMFpk0eFCPI/AAAAAAAAAYw/muUYB-jkqTg/s320/IMG_0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainslee had colored ALL over Andi's body with markers- unwashable markers. I mean front of the body with big numbers, up and down her legs like Frankenstein stitches, and a target on her back. What in the world were they thinking? So we jumped in the car without clothes on because we were late getting Ashley at this time. The line to pick up at the school was so long it took us 7 minutes just to drive down our road. So I parked the car back in the garage, threw clothes on the kids and shoes on me, with Andi still colored on, and we walked. I was freaking out becuase we're now 15 minutes late to pick up Ashley and she gets nervous really easy about stuff like that. I ran to the school with the double stroller and it's 100 degrees outside. We got Ashley (she was fine) walked home and I made Ainslee scrub the living daylight out of Andi's body. The face marker came off but the rest is still shinging through. Geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a few hours later I was teaching 1 piano lesson- just 1! 30 minutes, that's all. Spencer decided to go into our bathroom by himself, get into the drawer all by himself and open the jar of vaseline all by himself. He then proceeded to rub A LOT of vaseline all over his face, hands, and arms. He came into the piano room to show me his great work. He was so proud. Yeah, well for the rest of the day I found furniture, walls, and toys with vaseline on them. What fun.  You have to click on the picture to get the full effect of the grease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SMFplUz61cI/AAAAAAAAAY4/83bvIlYmmGE/s1600-h/IMG_0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242587531198518722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SMFplUz61cI/AAAAAAAAAY4/83bvIlYmmGE/s320/IMG_0671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say, that night I could have given up being a mom- great timing since I'm having ANOTHER one really soon. But I think back today and have to laugh. I love my kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-2089175388549104171?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2089175388549104171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=2089175388549104171' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2089175388549104171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2089175388549104171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of &quot;those&quot; days'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SMFpk0eFCPI/AAAAAAAAAYw/muUYB-jkqTg/s72-c/IMG_0670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-786254922961501840</id><published>2008-09-02T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T09:51:04.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Labor Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;No, no baby yet, in case you were wondering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for our Labor Day festivities the girls had a campout with dad in the backyard Sunday night. We had been promising them a backyard campout for the whole summer and it finally came to be. They played Go Fish in the tent once the sun started going down. Then they ALL slept on the full size air mattress. Cory said they were all scared and layed straight with their eyes wide open. But once they fell asleep they were pretty okay. Cory just didn't get the best sleep, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SL1ulBQekUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/i9OagfRc3lA/s1600-h/IMG_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241467123600888130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SL1ulBQekUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/i9OagfRc3lA/s320/IMG_0657.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;They woke up bright and early at 6:45. Cory made them hot chocolate just like real camping. I stayed in the house and actually slept the whole night without an interuption. I think that only happens maybe once every 5 or so months! Yeah for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SL1ulckxk8I/AAAAAAAAAYU/_3qiARUK6N0/s1600-h/IMG_0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241467130933777346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SL1ulckxk8I/AAAAAAAAAYU/_3qiARUK6N0/s320/IMG_0660.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;Then we went up to Apple Hill to enjoy the fresh air in the mountains and grab tons of fresh fruit. We have a lot of apple pies to make! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SL1ul9R2XGI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YTEgMtSJPrQ/s1600-h/IMG_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241467139712769122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SL1ul9R2XGI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YTEgMtSJPrQ/s320/IMG_0665.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/878344685065761294-786254922961501840?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/786254922961501840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=786254922961501840' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/786254922961501840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/786254922961501840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-labor-day.html' title='Happy Labor Day!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SL1ulBQekUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/i9OagfRc3lA/s72-c/IMG_0657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-7684369811719807668</id><published>2008-08-26T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:05:33.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of School</title><content type='html'>Following in the tradition of everyone else, I must post pictures of the girls on their first day of school. They both go to Catheryn Gates Elementary which is great because it's behind our house and we can walk there in 5 minutes. This morning they woke up after a little nudging by Spencer and they ran out of their room soooo excited! They got a father's blessing and then got ready. Oatmeal for breakfast- you know- stick to your ribs. They had their clothes laid out last night and we did permy hair for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley is in 1st grade and in Ms. Bess's class. I don't know anything about her. She seemed a little nervous- the teacher, not Ashley. Ooh, I had to pack her a lunch. I'm so stressed about that part! Seriously, what in the world do I pack every single day?!? And I was really sad about her being gone all day. I mean, as much as I looked forward to my kids being in school all day, I felt like our family was missing a piece until 3:00. It was weird and I teared up a bit. But she had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SLS2IqI43dI/AAAAAAAAAX8/awDUOjxdqhU/s1600-h/IMG_0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239012526405508562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SLS2IqI43dI/AAAAAAAAAX8/awDUOjxdqhU/s320/IMG_0648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SLS2I1hlsKI/AAAAAAAAAYE/m2ORa0DkUcQ/s1600-h/IMG_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239012529461899426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SLS2I1hlsKI/AAAAAAAAAYE/m2ORa0DkUcQ/s320/IMG_0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ainslee is in Kindergarten and in Ms. Jordan's class. Ms. Jordan is this really stern 6 foot tall fashion model teacher. Really, that's an accurate description, too! She has 3 other little girls in her class from last year's preschool so she was set to go. She was not even worried about school. She was just concerned about if any boys would chase her at recess time. She wanted them to chase her! What a crazy kid. I know, we're in trouble. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SLS2INe09gI/AAAAAAAAAXs/1I9EauzcW5w/s1600-h/IMG_0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239012518712899074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SLS2INe09gI/AAAAAAAAAXs/1I9EauzcW5w/s320/IMG_0644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SLS2IbmEkHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/BIRbH8JSUpg/s1600-h/IMG_0647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239012522501378162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SLS2IbmEkHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/BIRbH8JSUpg/s320/IMG_0647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great day and I think we'll do it again tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-7684369811719807668?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7684369811719807668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=7684369811719807668' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7684369811719807668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7684369811719807668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st day of School'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SLS2IqI43dI/AAAAAAAAAX8/awDUOjxdqhU/s72-c/IMG_0648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-1914953495068696626</id><published>2008-08-18T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:45:44.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm Vacay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, we've been back from our farm trip for over a week or two. We had a great time! I'll just highlight a few fun things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Andi's 3rd Birthday. She and her cousin who also had a birthday shared a pinata. Of course, it's a cowboy boot full of yummy goodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SKniIz-VJNI/AAAAAAAAAXE/4Cc8EuVAjjo/s1600-h/IMG_0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235964682813383890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SKniIz-VJNI/AAAAAAAAAXE/4Cc8EuVAjjo/s320/IMG_0510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there, we went boating on the Columbia River twice. No water skiing for me- Next summer, though, I'll be going for it! The kids really enjoyed tubing. They each took a turn riding with daddy and even the 2 big girls went together without daddy. They all really liked just jumping off the back of the boat into the river. Ainslee decided she would do no-handed cartwheels off the back. Here she is in action. I tell you, she is a fish! Ashley and Andi tentatively jumped in- I think they're whimps like me. Icky cold water! But little Spencer boy would stand on the back of the boat and just slowly slide right down in. Without a care in the world! No crying, no fear! We'd just turn around and there he was- in the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SKniJD81VlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/V3UfzLKx02M/s1600-h/IMG_0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235964687102072402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SKniJD81VlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/V3UfzLKx02M/s320/IMG_0584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a really fun hay ride into the 'back forty' which is the land that is not farmed. Everyone was in the hay trailer except for Grandpa Rice and Uncle Chad who were driving. We sang farm songs and went exploring, finding old-OLD-farm treasures. There was a car (20's, 30's, 40's?), farm equipment, a bathtub, wood, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SKniJjwKOxI/AAAAAAAAAXU/LoQiqd3jgrY/s1600-h/IMG_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235964695638850322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SKniJjwKOxI/AAAAAAAAAXU/LoQiqd3jgrY/s320/IMG_0612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go every year, we go during the time of the county fair that has a rodea. I mean, like a real one where real bull riders ride! The girls loved it this year, especially the women doing the barrel rides. Here is Cory with his newly acquired cowboy hat. Yes, he grew chops just for the farm. He also bought cowboy boots and cowboy jeans. He looks pretty authentic. Just needs a belt buckle now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SKniJ-5Tl3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/CXC11xN86IU/s1600-h/IMG_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235964702924969842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SKniJ-5Tl3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/CXC11xN86IU/s320/IMG_0563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second night we were there, they had a parade and the kids had a blast gathering candy. Only one marching band, but lots of HUGE farm equipment. This is the smaller of the large tractors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SKniIMO2xgI/AAAAAAAAAW8/MvvsSzbB3K0/s1600-h/IMG_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235964672145278466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SKniIMO2xgI/AAAAAAAAAW8/MvvsSzbB3K0/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a million other things and we had a wonderfully fun time seeing Cory's family again. It'll be fun when my family gets together for a reunion in 2009. We'll have 2 more members by then- maybe more (Scott? Tiffany?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SKntYQE9qII/AAAAAAAAAXk/7N6bf7dDOWA/s1600-h/Farm+2008+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235977042683340930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SKntYQE9qII/AAAAAAAAAXk/7N6bf7dDOWA/s320/Farm+2008+(3).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/878344685065761294-1914953495068696626?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1914953495068696626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=1914953495068696626' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1914953495068696626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1914953495068696626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/farm-vacay.html' title='Farm Vacay'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SKniIz-VJNI/AAAAAAAAAXE/4Cc8EuVAjjo/s72-c/IMG_0510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-4898955000947971528</id><published>2008-07-25T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:37:24.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put down the chocolate and nobody gets hurt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have a confession- I love chocolate. Okay, who really doesn't? You know how everyone has an addiction to something? Alcohol, drugs, food, TV, sugar-or whatever it is. And you know addiction has been researched and they've found that to a point addiction is hereditary. I now know it is! I have proof!!! Today we were at the mall and I don't usually do this but we stopped at See's. Well I don't normally do it but the past 3 times I've been to the mall, I've gotten a little piece of chocolate (plus the free sample). Blame it on the baby! I let each of the kids pick a piece of their choice today, too. Ashley picked a yummy key lime piece. She ate it-well, more like sucked on it. When she was done she said to me, "Mom, I just love chocolate. It makes me want to do this:" And she took her arms and wrapped them around her head and shoulders, almost like caressing them. I asked her, "How does it make you feel?" And she said, "Like so comfortable and soft." What a funny way to describe to chocolate. But isn't it true!!!!! Then maybe 10 minutes later, the other kids needed a drink of water. Ashley said to me, "I'm not going to drink water. I want to save the chocolate flavor in my mouth for as long as I can." I guess she's got an addictive personality!!!! Way to go, girl!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SIpVT4h_qfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/jZibWvl-DzU/s1600-h/chocolate+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227084117597727218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SIpVT4h_qfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/jZibWvl-DzU/s320/chocolate+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SIpVTtuzlwI/AAAAAAAAAUM/OqngxeL4Q0U/s1600-h/chocolate+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227084114698671874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SIpVTtuzlwI/AAAAAAAAAUM/OqngxeL4Q0U/s320/chocolate+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/878344685065761294-4898955000947971528?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4898955000947971528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=4898955000947971528' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4898955000947971528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4898955000947971528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/07/put-down-chocolate-and-nobody-gets-hurt.html' title='Put down the chocolate and nobody gets hurt!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SIpVT4h_qfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/jZibWvl-DzU/s72-c/chocolate+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-887915256361676960</id><published>2008-07-15T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:03:46.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Chuck E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, not Chucky that horror movie doll thing, but Chuck E. as in Chuck E. Cheese. Today me and the kids went to Churck E. Cheese's to kill a little time for the afternoon. As I was trying to pay for the pizza Andi started clawing at my leg trying to get up on the counter. She was really whiny, too. I told her she had to stay down because I had my hands full of money, cards, tokens, numbers, kids, diaper bags- you know, the usual. Then maybe 10 seconds go by and she is really clawing at me, like hurting me. "Mommy, Mommy, hold me hold me" she says and she totally trembling. It was a pure panic kind of thing. I turned down and asked her what the heck was going on. She just kept trying to climb up my body, shaking. I turned the other way to get out of line and I saw the devil- I mean Chuck E. Cheese walking towards us. Andi was totally freaked out by Chuck E. I had no idea!!!! She's never done that before or either has any other kid. So weird. So after the pizza got to the table, I told her Chuck E. Cheese would take her home if she didn't eat her lunch. It worked. So this is what I learned from Andi today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SH0shUCvHZI/AAAAAAAAATg/C-9ibbb1FHQ/s1600-h/Chuck+E.+Cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223380093647134098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SH0shUCvHZI/AAAAAAAAATg/C-9ibbb1FHQ/s320/Chuck+E.+Cheese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; = &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SH0sv-B9VxI/AAAAAAAAATw/3BWXVi2iJ4c/s1600-h/devil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223380345436329746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SH0sv-B9VxI/AAAAAAAAATw/3BWXVi2iJ4c/s320/devil.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/878344685065761294-887915256361676960?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/887915256361676960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=887915256361676960' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/887915256361676960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/887915256361676960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/07/scary-chuck-e.html' title='Scary Chuck E.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SH0shUCvHZI/AAAAAAAAATg/C-9ibbb1FHQ/s72-c/Chuck+E.+Cheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-3671568833526780870</id><published>2008-07-09T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T08:13:21.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th!</title><content type='html'>So we went to Utah for a week's vacation. We really enjoyed our time there. Especially because we got a lung full of fresh air. Hello, I didn't know we moved to hell! All of CA is on fire- our sky is orange and it's 113 outside today. No, really, I'm not kidding (much) when I say hell. It's naughty, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVJPss-W-I/AAAAAAAAARI/Z-cuCCdztIM/s1600-h/hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221159877052619746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVJPss-W-I/AAAAAAAAARI/Z-cuCCdztIM/s320/hell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, grab a bowl of popcorn and a "naughty pop" (that's what we call caffeinated soada/pop that we love oh so much) and enjoy the tons of pics from our vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids at Kangaroo Zoo- a jump playhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVLCT7XrZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/8TzjY69bPqM/s1600-h/IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221161846087069074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVLCT7XrZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/8TzjY69bPqM/s320/IMG_0324.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;We went swimming twice- once at a cousin's house and once at the city rec center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVL6r3yoiI/AAAAAAAAAR4/j98zjff5tEc/s1600-h/IMG_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221162814587183650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVL6r3yoiI/AAAAAAAAAR4/j98zjff5tEc/s320/IMG_0336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley in mid slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVLE2aYeeI/AAAAAAAAARw/J-VvX53HMAI/s1600-h/IMG_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221161889703688674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVLE2aYeeI/AAAAAAAAARw/J-VvX53HMAI/s320/IMG_0343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainslee and my dad- Grampa Jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVLD_7zr4I/AAAAAAAAARo/UEJx-PlDfcU/s1600-h/IMG_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221161875079933826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVLD_7zr4I/AAAAAAAAARo/UEJx-PlDfcU/s320/IMG_0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer and my dad. Okay, Spencer just kept jumping off the edge of the pool because he wanted to go swimming so bad. The boy has no fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVLDR4a96I/AAAAAAAAARg/gaP-n6pag_k/s1600-h/IMG_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221161862717700002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVLDR4a96I/AAAAAAAAARg/gaP-n6pag_k/s320/IMG_0337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer and Andi shared the downstairs couch/bed. I swear they started off vertical and this is how they ended up. This is why we don't do the "shared bed" thing with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVLC0EHRoI/AAAAAAAAARY/sNsH4uCfR20/s1600-h/IMG_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221161854713677442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVLC0EHRoI/AAAAAAAAARY/sNsH4uCfR20/s320/IMG_0327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Thanksgiving Point Farm and the kids loved it. They did pony rides. Ashley and Ainslee were like pros- probably bored of it- but Andi was so scared at first she was shaking. But by the time we went around like 5 times she was laughing. And Spencer didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was just very serious about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVL7EsWa6I/AAAAAAAAASA/_xkEHf7hYXo/s1600-h/IMG_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221162821250083746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVL7EsWa6I/AAAAAAAAASA/_xkEHf7hYXo/s320/IMG_0345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the Cabela's "museum." I hate seeing myself on camera. I swear it adds a good 20 pounds. Oh wait, I'm preggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVL7sIOaGI/AAAAAAAAASI/mO8Sm3XkuiM/s1600-h/IMG_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221162831835981922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVL7sIOaGI/AAAAAAAAASI/mO8Sm3XkuiM/s320/IMG_0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights of the trip was roller skating. Okay, my dad, in the 70's was a roller skating king. No really, skating backwards, and with one leg out while in the squatting position, and with bell bottoms, and a perm. No, really, a perm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVNVjt1mdI/AAAAAAAAATI/gtWJNOOfXaE/s1600-h/IMG_0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221164375766047186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVNVjt1mdI/AAAAAAAAATI/gtWJNOOfXaE/s320/IMG_0367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVNV0Dja_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/JPGPQVjz1-Y/s1600-h/IMG_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221164380152097778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVNV0Dja_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/JPGPQVjz1-Y/s320/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVM7kZMe6I/AAAAAAAAATA/uiSYxlZEP3U/s1600-h/IMG_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221163929271303074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVM7kZMe6I/AAAAAAAAATA/uiSYxlZEP3U/s320/IMG_0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVNW4meJcI/AAAAAAAAATY/dTJMlCFgjgg/s1600-h/IMG_0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221164398552163778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVNW4meJcI/AAAAAAAAATY/dTJMlCFgjgg/s320/IMG_0382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Provo Parade on July 4th. Very cute, very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVL8GSDDEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/9XdVKTIS8ks/s1600-h/IMG_0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221162838856502338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVL8GSDDEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/9XdVKTIS8ks/s320/IMG_0389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures but later in the afternoon, we went to Cory's uncle's house. A bunch of Cory's cousins and their families were there. It was really neat because we haven't seen some of them in a few years. We didn't stay long because we had other plans for a BBQ later that night. Spencer and Ainslee loved the sparklers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVM5hDmuWI/AAAAAAAAASg/jeMFHgJlDmU/s1600-h/IMG_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221163894015703394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVM5hDmuWI/AAAAAAAAASg/jeMFHgJlDmU/s320/IMG_0403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVM6EAe_nI/AAAAAAAAASo/qHix_EWwnBo/s1600-h/IMG_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221163903397854834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVM6EAe_nI/AAAAAAAAASo/qHix_EWwnBo/s320/IMG_0410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cory thinking he's oh-so-funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVM6xQZ_nI/AAAAAAAAASw/TN8oN_mS5Cg/s1600-h/IMG_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221163915544231538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVM6xQZ_nI/AAAAAAAAASw/TN8oN_mS5Cg/s320/IMG_0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andi decided she didn't love sparklers and was pretty freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVM7d0PjqI/AAAAAAAAAS4/39f4vepcV2Y/s1600-h/IMG_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221163927505702562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVM7d0PjqI/AAAAAAAAAS4/39f4vepcV2Y/s320/IMG_0418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley wanted nothing to do with fireworks at all. She decided the trampoline was the place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221162849231154082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVL8s7jq6I/AAAAAAAAASY/bwwUqtjas1w/s320/IMG_0393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-3671568833526780870?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3671568833526780870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=3671568833526780870' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/3671568833526780870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/3671568833526780870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SHVJPss-W-I/AAAAAAAAARI/Z-cuCCdztIM/s72-c/hell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-4750088464326771753</id><published>2008-06-24T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:42:33.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To brighten your day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;All of California has a new law that starts on July 1. Absolutely no talking on cell phones while driving- you must have a hands free device. Cory got this funny little thing as an email from a friend today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cell phones - New Law&lt;br /&gt;According to a proposed new law that would go into effect July 1, 2008 you will no longer be able to use a cell phone while driving unless you have a 'hands free' adapter. I went to Circuit City and they wanted $50 for a headset with a microphone for my cell phone. Having a friend in the cell phone business, I talked with him and was able to come up with an alternative, working through Office Depot.&lt;br /&gt;These kits are compatible with any mobile phone and one size fits all. I paid him $0.08 each because he bought in quantity. Then we tried it with Motorola, Sprint, Verizon and Nokia units and they worked perfectly. A photo is attached so scroll down &amp;amp; take a look and let me know if you want one. Also, forward this to anyone you know, who has a cell phone, and who may want one! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SGFN-VI3RlI/AAAAAAAAARA/j6D0EIJGZgM/s1600-h/hands+free+cell+phone.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215535576693294674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SGFN-VI3RlI/AAAAAAAAARA/j6D0EIJGZgM/s320/hands+free+cell+phone.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-4750088464326771753?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4750088464326771753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=4750088464326771753' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4750088464326771753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4750088464326771753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-brighten-your-day.html' title='To brighten your day'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SGFN-VI3RlI/AAAAAAAAARA/j6D0EIJGZgM/s72-c/hands+free+cell+phone.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-2245372244061482431</id><published>2008-06-22T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:24:42.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't know what to say</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, it's been a while since I last posted. I've had terrible writer's block. It's weird. So much goes on everyday that I could probably write about- yet I feel like I have nothing to write about. You know what I mean. So I'll just run down what's been going on since June 5. Cory went out of town for a M-F stretch and then came home Friday night. Then he left again on Sunday, Father's Day, and was gone again until Friday. So 2 full, straight work weeks he was gone with about 48 hours in between. Cory's mom, Denise, came from UT to help me. More like to lend me her arms, feet, and eyes. That's all I needed- just reinforcements for the daily stuff. Even with her here, sometimes we were not enough! My kids are crazy! Spencer learned how to crawl out of his crib one of those nights, so that was fun. Oh, and Ashley dropped 1 whole entire gallon of milk in the van- spilled the whole thing. My question to you is- what's grosser than gross? Answer-1 gallon of spoiled, rotten milk soaked into the carpet of your 2 year old van during 100 degree temperatures. That's really fun. But we did have a little fun this weekend, after we picked up Cory from the airport in our rotten milk van, we went up to the mountains to a berry farm and picked all sorts of blackberries, boysenberries, and raspberries. And right now I'm eating a delicous bowl of fresh berry cobbler. So good. I'll just post some pictures of what's been going on now: &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3 girls at the berry patch with their buckets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SF76DVMZJ4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/en_uWyR9Xiw/s1600-h/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214880353677289346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SF76DVMZJ4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/en_uWyR9Xiw/s320/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spencer had just woken up from a nap and took his first bite of a fresh, tart berry.  He loved it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SF76D4uI5WI/AAAAAAAAAQo/PIW5WxL_264/s1600-h/IMG_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214880363214071138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SF76D4uI5WI/AAAAAAAAAQo/PIW5WxL_264/s320/IMG_0302.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;We couldn't keep Spencer from eating them off the vine.  Ashley was the winner of the berry picking contest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SF76EEAuR7I/AAAAAAAAAQw/jYTJkjbJ0u8/s1600-h/IMG_0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214880366244808626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SF76EEAuR7I/AAAAAAAAAQw/jYTJkjbJ0u8/s320/IMG_0307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SF76CsohRvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5H8i7rM3j24/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a few from the car as we drove around the hillside leaving the berry patch.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SF76PupEsHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/j_N1371qkf8/s1600-h/IMG_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214880566666899570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SF76PupEsHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/j_N1371qkf8/s320/IMG_0310.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;I couldn't resist putting this one in.  Andi got into her sisters Hannah Montana-super cheap and it stays on forever- makeup.  What a cutie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SF76DBt08EI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2sI1suDAc3A/s1600-h/IMG_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214880348448813122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SF76DBt08EI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2sI1suDAc3A/s320/IMG_0297.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/878344685065761294-2245372244061482431?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2245372244061482431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=2245372244061482431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2245372244061482431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2245372244061482431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-know-what-to-say.html' title='Don&apos;t know what to say'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SF76DVMZJ4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/en_uWyR9Xiw/s72-c/IMG_0299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-4873785254189816494</id><published>2008-06-05T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:48:23.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pomp and Circumstance- Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, seriously, do we have to "graduate" from everything?! Ashley had her kindergarten graduation today. Yippee! It was really casual, in fact it was outside and almost all the parents were standing around instead of sitting. Each kid had their name called and they went to the front to get their diplomas and a hug from their teachers. Thankfully the whole thing only took about 30 minutes- it was getting really warm outside. Here are some pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SEhtDlpeaxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/nqn5mYCIfWg/s1600-h/IMG_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208532877467085586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SEhtDlpeaxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/nqn5mYCIfWg/s320/IMG_0277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SEhtEeVoFcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MGTPEw99DO8/s1600-h/IMG_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208532892684654018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SEhtEeVoFcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MGTPEw99DO8/s320/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SEhtE5N3KJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/X_z-Rf1-QHc/s1600-h/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208532899899844754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SEhtE5N3KJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/X_z-Rf1-QHc/s320/IMG_0286.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/878344685065761294-4873785254189816494?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4873785254189816494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=4873785254189816494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4873785254189816494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4873785254189816494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/06/pomp-and-circumstance-part-2.html' title='Pomp and Circumstance- Part 2'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SEhtDlpeaxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/nqn5mYCIfWg/s72-c/IMG_0277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-5487711698791948342</id><published>2008-06-03T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:48:24.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Trials</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This past Saturday, Ashley had her time trials for swimming. It was more like a practice swim meet. The purpose of it was to get official times for each swimmer for each event that they're entered in. Ashley did the freestyle, backstroke, and breastroke. She did good and she can only get faster, if you know what I mean. Little trooper woke up at 6:00am and had check in at 6:45. Then she did her first stroke at 9:45. The whole thing was over at about noon, so it was a long day for Ash. But I guess the real swim meets go a lot longer since it's 2 teams competing, not just the SeaWolves getting their times. Aren't we lucky?!? The funny thing is that we totally had no idea how this whole swim meet/time trial thing worked. Luckily we took a few toys and snacks to keep the kids busy. But I guess you just have to know how it works- you need a big tent thing, a rolling cooler (it has to roll to be right), a tarp and several sleeping bags, little hand held video game things, lots of gatorades, and sunblock. So we'll take a little trip to walmart this week to stock up. Here are some pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Ashley getting ready for the backstroke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SEWs0OfjqtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/S6jgPTutgMM/s1600-h/IMG_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207758557367478994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SEWs0OfjqtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/S6jgPTutgMM/s320/IMG_0257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley would probably go a lot faster if she went straight in her lane instead of bumping into the rope 2 times :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SEWs0ufjquI/AAAAAAAAAPY/sdju_rBPrgQ/s1600-h/IMG_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207758565957413602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SEWs0ufjquI/AAAAAAAAAPY/sdju_rBPrgQ/s320/IMG_0260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're not cool if you don't have a tent and a rolling cooler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SEWs1OfjqvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9N0CNeiKa1Y/s1600-h/IMG_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207758574547348210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SEWs1OfjqvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9N0CNeiKa1Y/s320/IMG_0264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls enjoying the day away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SEWs1ufjqwI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ewy80i3wtvs/s1600-h/IMG_0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207758583137282818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SEWs1ufjqwI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ewy80i3wtvs/s320/IMG_0272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys sweating the day away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SEWs1-fjqxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/k7UEQHFEBas/s1600-h/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207758587432250130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SEWs1-fjqxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/k7UEQHFEBas/s320/IMG_0273.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/878344685065761294-5487711698791948342?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5487711698791948342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=5487711698791948342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5487711698791948342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5487711698791948342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-trials.html' title='Time Trials'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SEWs0OfjqtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/S6jgPTutgMM/s72-c/IMG_0257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-3296904861919901523</id><published>2008-05-27T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:54:51.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pomp and Circumstance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Congratulations to Ainslee who graduated from Preschool last Friday. Holy cow, though. Some moms acted like it was the dang high school graduation. I am talking arm fulls of flowers and long distance family members. It's just preschool, people. The kids got their little "diplomas," sang a few songs and then we all went out to the park for a BBQ. Cory was able to come which was really fun for Ainslee. When the teacher called her name to get her diploma, she announced (like she did with all the kids) that when Ainslee grows up she wants to be a swimmer just like her big sister. No pressure or anything. I thought it was cute, though and I hope that Ashley realizes how much Ainslee looks up to her. Here are a few pictures of the big day.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SDxmg5M-cmI/AAAAAAAAANw/2GZvJYX0ZyA/s1600-h/IMG_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205147984630542946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SDxmg5M-cmI/AAAAAAAAANw/2GZvJYX0ZyA/s320/IMG_0240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SDxmhZM-cnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/iI_JZ9nCOOo/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205147993220477554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SDxmhZM-cnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/iI_JZ9nCOOo/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SDxmh5M-coI/AAAAAAAAAOA/K9E5WJOj_kg/s1600-h/IMG_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205148001810412162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SDxmh5M-coI/AAAAAAAAAOA/K9E5WJOj_kg/s320/IMG_0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SDxmiJM-cpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/lUCmcKz6Xi8/s1600-h/IMG_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205148006105379474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SDxmiJM-cpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/lUCmcKz6Xi8/s320/IMG_0249.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/878344685065761294-3296904861919901523?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3296904861919901523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=3296904861919901523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/3296904861919901523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/3296904861919901523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/pomp-and-circumstance.html' title='Pomp and Circumstance'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SDxmg5M-cmI/AAAAAAAAANw/2GZvJYX0ZyA/s72-c/IMG_0240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-5094277709687608032</id><published>2008-05-21T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:33:15.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up Call...The Sequel</title><content type='html'>"No, I don't have a baby in my tummy!" I reply adamantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andi's reply..."Uh huh...a big one."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-5094277709687608032?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5094277709687608032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=5094277709687608032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5094277709687608032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5094277709687608032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/wake-up-callthe-sequel.html' title='Wake Up Call...The Sequel'/><author><name>Cory</name><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-878344685065761294.post-853073743191273934</id><published>2008-05-17T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:28:26.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up Call</title><content type='html'>by Cory Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know it is time to start working out?... Give up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Andi asks, "You haves a baby in yours tummy too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Stop laughing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-853073743191273934?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/853073743191273934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=853073743191273934' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/853073743191273934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/853073743191273934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake Up Call'/><author><name>Cory</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-854740615770809453</id><published>2008-05-13T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:05:56.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>Yeah, you'd think it was June or July here. Nope. It's only May and it's 90 degress today. What the heck? Since when did we move to Arizona? Anyway, last week we held our first Slip and Slide day. The kids loved it but the grass did not. It flooded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SCoCi49wDcI/AAAAAAAAANg/gj0HHD8DdAE/s1600-h/IMG_0200.slip%26slide+close+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199971518182854082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SCoCi49wDcI/AAAAAAAAANg/gj0HHD8DdAE/s320/IMG_0200.slip%26slide+close+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SCoCjY9wDdI/AAAAAAAAANo/pGE-ySfDapQ/s1600-h/IMG_0201.slip%26slide+close+up2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199971526772788690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SCoCjY9wDdI/AAAAAAAAANo/pGE-ySfDapQ/s320/IMG_0201.slip%26slide+close+up2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/878344685065761294-854740615770809453?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/854740615770809453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=854740615770809453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/854740615770809453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/854740615770809453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/hot-days-of-summer.html' title='Hot Days of Summer'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SCoCi49wDcI/AAAAAAAAANg/gj0HHD8DdAE/s72-c/IMG_0200.slip%26slide+close+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-2302013892824157444</id><published>2008-05-12T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:55:59.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, REALLY??????</title><content type='html'>You HAVE to read this::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.benderboyz.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/Music/04/01/"&gt;http://www.benderboyz.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/Music/04/01/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I grew up in Diamond Bar, which is where he lives now. Funny, huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-2302013892824157444?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2302013892824157444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=2302013892824157444' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2302013892824157444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/2302013892824157444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-really.html' title='No, REALLY??????'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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-878344685065761294.post-5829702781604430239</id><published>2008-05-11T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:07:09.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Mothers Day, Everyone!!!! I had a nice day. When I woke up, Cory had put a vase full of roses on the table for me. They're from our front yard and I love the colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SCfPa49wDVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pLfouRyj3s8/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199352355697462610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SCfPa49wDVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pLfouRyj3s8/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had donuts for breakfast- my choice. Then off to church. We have early church which is too bad because it would have been nice to sleep in for once. Oh well, life goes on. After church, we had my choice of dinner. Grilled Steaks with mushrooms, grilled asaparagus, buttery garlicky red potatoes, and smores for dessert. Really, that's what I wanted and they were sooo good. The day actually went really well. Probably better than most which is a great Mother's Day present. Later in the evening we decided to cut Spencer's hair. First Haircut!!! We just buzzed the top with an 8 and the back and sides with a 6 to clean it up.&lt;br /&gt;He really liked it at first. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SCfPbI9wDWI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Zc4zGYIa7zc/s1600-h/IMG_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199352359992429922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SCfPbI9wDWI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Zc4zGYIa7zc/s320/IMG_0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then he freaked out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SCfPbY9wDXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Zrat2u91qhQ/s1600-h/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199352364287397234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SCfPbY9wDXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Zrat2u91qhQ/s320/IMG_0225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I went to Ainslee's Mother's Day Tea at her preschool where they sang adorable little songs and had little muffins for the moms.  She made me a little bonnet to wear and I know it looks like a toilet seat cover- but it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SCfPb49wDYI/AAAAAAAAANA/zB-Ls91xGOc/s1600-h/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199352372877331842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SCfPb49wDYI/AAAAAAAAANA/zB-Ls91xGOc/s320/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then right after, I went to Ashley's Mother's Day Tea where the whole kindergarten sang songs. One funny thing was that Ashley gave me a Mothers Day card she made in class. It was a fill in the blanks.  She drew a picture of me to go with it.  She wrote (and drew with crayons) that my hair color was blonde, brown, and black.  Hello, I know I need my roots done!!!!&lt;br /&gt;How embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SCfPcI9wDZI/AAAAAAAAANI/9jSYQRzIyz8/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199352377172299154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/SCfPcI9wDZI/AAAAAAAAANI/9jSYQRzIyz8/s320/IMG_0208.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/878344685065761294-5829702781604430239?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5829702781604430239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=5829702781604430239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5829702781604430239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/5829702781604430239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/SCfPa49wDVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pLfouRyj3s8/s72-c/IMG_0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-7316392326189576385</id><published>2008-05-07T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:40:10.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a pain.</title><content type='html'>No, not my ear.  I've been working on building a blog for our Relief Society and I was changing the template which also changed the widgets on the side bar.  But guess what, I was accidently logged in to our family blog so I've lost all pictures and widgets.  So now I get to start over. . . Fun :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-7316392326189576385?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7316392326189576385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=7316392326189576385' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7316392326189576385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7316392326189576385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-pain.html' title='What a pain.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-4677294681738228891</id><published>2008-05-05T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:46:33.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive . . .</title><content type='html'>I'm still here, no real death beds for me.  It still hurts and I can't hear out of my left ear.  Hopefully that will go away in the next couple of weeks.  I'm still plagued with burning lungs, jaw pain, and general tiredness.  Aaahh.  I hate feeling like this.  And I especially feel bad for the kids because we're not at the park as often as we should be before it gets too hot.  But who knows, maybe Cory will feel like celebrating when I'm better and take us to Great America or San Fran or painting the house (it's been a long time coming).  He finds any occassion to celebrate.  Lucky for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-4677294681738228891?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4677294681738228891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=4677294681738228891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4677294681738228891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/4677294681738228891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m still alive . . .'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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-878344685065761294.post-1965908090302720258</id><published>2008-04-30T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:08:17.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addendum:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Jessie forgot to include what happened between 9:30 PM and 3:30 AM. I ran to a 24 hr Rite Aid at 12:30 AM to get a prescription filled that Jessie ended up not needing anyways. Oh yeah. It was in ghetto down town Sacramento. The pharmacist told me that 12 cop cars had surrounded the Rite Aid 30 min before I got there because they caught some people who had stolen a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.riteaid.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195148097120106050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAc5C3XN6wI/SBjfq1Rj9kI/AAAAAAAAABs/H8_F4ZAsyz0/s400/ra_logo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.riteaid.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878344685065761294-1965908090302720258?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1965908090302720258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=1965908090302720258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1965908090302720258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/1965908090302720258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/addendum.html' title='Addendum:'/><author><name>Cory</name><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/_CAc5C3XN6wI/SBjfq1Rj9kI/AAAAAAAAABs/H8_F4ZAsyz0/s72-c/ra_logo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-3282287488576912376</id><published>2008-04-30T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:57:00.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I've been on my death bed . . .</title><content type='html'>This is me screaming out in pain starting at 9:30 Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colby.edu/colby.mag/issues/v96n2/scream_illustration.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.colby.edu/colby.mag/issues/v96n2/scream_illustration.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me going to the Emergency Room at 3:30am because the pain is so severe.&lt;a href="http://www.doh.state.fl.us/disease_ctrl/epi/Epi_Updates/Images/emergency.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.doh.state.fl.us/disease_ctrl/epi/Epi_Updates/Images/emergency.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me with blisters. . . on my eardrums!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thirdage.com/healthgate/Images/si2179_ma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.thirdage.com/healthgate/Images/si2179_ma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me throwing up all day Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://schoolnet.gov.mt/eatingdisorders/Girl%20near%20toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://schoolnet.gov.mt/eatingdisorders/Girl%20near%20toilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So needless to say, I've down and out for a while feeling crummy.  Help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Thank goodness I have a wonderful husband who has helped me a ton.  Thanks, honey.&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/878344685065761294-3282287488576912376?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3282287488576912376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=3282287488576912376' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/3282287488576912376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/3282287488576912376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-ive-been-on-my-death-bed.html' title='Why I&apos;ve been on my death bed . . .'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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-878344685065761294.post-7843486043751588563</id><published>2008-04-10T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:01:48.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Update</title><content type='html'>Well, I figured it's been a little while since I've given a kid update, so here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt; is loving kindergarten and is doing really well. She's kinda stuck in between the two extremes of being a big help with the others kids and not at all helping and actually making it worse. I guess it comes with the age. She made the city's swim team this year so now we can look forward to M-F practices and swim meets all day on Saturdays. What have we gotten ourselves into? Maybe she'll turn into Roseville's big celebrity- Summer Sanders. She won a bunch of medals at the 1996 Olympics and is a sportcaster for different networks. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/R_5rcnleE-I/AAAAAAAAALI/FEQOOpfd4c8/s1600-h/ssbreaststroke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187701960184042466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/R_5rcnleE-I/AAAAAAAAALI/FEQOOpfd4c8/s320/ssbreaststroke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/R__dknleFEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/9-wnyYEQxG0/s1600-h/seawolves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188108916925273154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/R__dknleFEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/9-wnyYEQxG0/s320/seawolves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ainslee&lt;/span&gt; is our resident Barbie. She is so into make up and skirts. Sometimes I'll catch her getting into my make up before school. Hello, she's only in preschool and I have to remind her of that. I tell her, no makeup until you're a teenager. She is definately the neediest of the kids-always wanting everything under the sun no matter what. But she's doing great and becoming her own little self now. Her preschool teacher told me the other day that she really likes chasing the boys around the playground. Again, what have we gotten ourselves into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/R_5t8HleFBI/AAAAAAAAALg/yJugyP4hNJ4/s1600-h/2007_moviemixer_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187704700373177362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/R_5t8HleFBI/AAAAAAAAALg/yJugyP4hNJ4/s320/2007_moviemixer_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to compare &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Andi&lt;/span&gt; to a little Hannah Montana. She sings and sings. She knows all the words to the Hannah Montana songs and the High School Musical songs. Really. She just goes and goes as if she were like 12 or something. Her newest phrase is, "Mom, listen to me-I'm talking." Ooh, so sorry. We still can't get her to sleep in her bed all night, dang it. I guess she won't have a choice once my belly starts getting bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/R_5swXleE_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/jMt4XQV02vw/s1600-h/hannah+montana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187703398998086642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/R_5swXleE_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/jMt4XQV02vw/s320/hannah+montana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And little &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Spencer&lt;/span&gt; Bencer. All we can say is he is such a typical boy. Messy, plays in the dirt, falls- you name it, he does it. He does love being the baby of the group. He will scream and scream and grunt and scream until he gets his way. He also really likes climbing and hitting and biting. Nice, right. Oh what will he be when he grows up? Don't know but I can tell you that for now he's just a nasty little wonderful boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/R_5vb3leFDI/AAAAAAAAALw/IYtEeYmhME8/s1600-h/IMG_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187706345345651762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GVF-yURoq3U/R_5vb3leFDI/AAAAAAAAALw/IYtEeYmhME8/s320/IMG_0122.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/878344685065761294-7843486043751588563?l=riceclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7843486043751588563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878344685065761294&amp;postID=7843486043751588563' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7843486043751588563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878344685065761294/posts/default/7843486043751588563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riceclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/kid-update.html' title='Kid Update'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387</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/_GVF-yURoq3U/R_5rcnleE-I/AAAAAAAAALI/FEQOOpfd4c8/s72-c/ssbreaststroke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
