<?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-8971531288819861226</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:05:56.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>three little peacocks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-7100197028709158438</id><published>2011-05-10T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T14:33:22.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newpaper article on Jake Eagle Project!!</title><content type='html'>Eagle project to bring map, history to Herriman cemetery&lt;br /&gt;By Crystal Liechty&lt;br /&gt;5 days ago6 views&lt;br /&gt;Jake Peacock, 12, wanted to do an Eagle Scout project that he could be proud of – something he could tell his children about years later. So when he realized the Herriman City Cemetery, 12465 South Pioneer Street (6000 West), didn't have a map detailing where each headstone was, he knew what he needed to do.&lt;br /&gt;"I noticed the Herriman cemetery had no organization of where everyone was buried," he said.&lt;br /&gt;Jake is no stranger to cemeteries. He and his family often visit them to connect with long-gone ancestors and to learn about family history. Even though they have no relatives buried in the Herriman cemetery, Jake's mother, Jennifer Peacock, still likes to take the family there to get a sense of history.&lt;br /&gt;"We frequent cemeteries on Memorial Day and go through all the generations so the kids know. In Price, we can count back five great-grandfathers," she said. "In Herriman, you can't find out where people are buried. There's no map. If you want to see a gravestone, you have to go up and down every row of the cemetery."&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Peacock noted that the Herriman cemetery is a great place to visit if you're interested in ancestral history. "It's unbelievable," she said. "They have World War I and World War II veterans and this very tall statue that has poems on it and just a lot of little things."&lt;br /&gt;To solve the Herriman cemetery organization problem, Jake is planning to make a map of the gravestones, detailing the name of each person buried there, their date of birth and date of death and whether they served in the military. Part of the project will be determining if people who have purchased plots are planning to be buried in them or if they purchased them for someone else. But he's not stopping there.&lt;br /&gt;"We've also proposed to do a pavilion with cement underneath it and a four by eight foot glass casing to put the map in," Jennifer Peacock said, adding that Jake is also planning to find out and detail the history behind the cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;"He's already talked to [Former Herriman Mayor] Lynne Crane and learned about how it began as a plot of land outside of Fort Herriman. It was a couple of acres donated by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter -day Saints so they could bury people nearby but still outside the fort," she said.&lt;br /&gt;Herriman City is planning to donate the funds for Jake's project, and his troop mates in Herriman Troop 1237 are planning to help with some of the work. Herriman City Manager Brett Wood will oversee everything.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm really excited to do it," Jake said. He began work in early April and is planning to unveil the finished project at the Herriman Memorial Tribute Ceremony, Monday, May 30. Until then, he is hoping to gather more information on the history of the cemetery. Those with information or stories can email him at peacockfamily5@gmail.com with the subject line: Attention Jake's Eagle Scout.&lt;br /&gt;"An Eagle project should bring the whole community together and this one really does," Jennifer Peacock said. "This will be something that will be around for a long time; something Jake can show his children someday."&lt;br /&gt;CAPTION: Jake Peacock, 12, is planning to make a map of all the headstones in the Herriman City Cemetery and unveil the project at the city's Memorial Day celebration, Monday, May 30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-7100197028709158438?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7100197028709158438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=7100197028709158438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/7100197028709158438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/7100197028709158438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2011/05/newpaper-article-on-jake-eagle-project.html' title='Newpaper article on Jake Eagle Project!!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-2471417148004212336</id><published>2011-05-10T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T14:32:09.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South Valley Journal - Local News, Classified Ads, Business Directory, Advertising and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.southvalleyjournal.com/pages/full_story/?id=6321&amp;amp;type=Articles&amp;amp;numitems=10&amp;amp;startitem=1&amp;amp;showimages=small&amp;amp;sections=news&amp;amp;journals=SVJ"&gt;South Valley Journal - Local News, Classified Ads, Business Directory, Advertising and more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-2471417148004212336?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.southvalleyjournal.com/pages/full_story/?id=6321&amp;type=Articles&amp;numitems=10&amp;startitem=1&amp;showimages=small&amp;sections=news&amp;journals=SVJ' title='South Valley Journal - Local News, Classified Ads, Business Directory, Advertising and more'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2471417148004212336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=2471417148004212336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2471417148004212336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2471417148004212336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2011/05/south-valley-journal-local-news.html' title='South Valley Journal - Local News, Classified Ads, Business Directory, Advertising and more'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-5797638210973735791</id><published>2011-04-05T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T23:27:07.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Post Post....that is what I have not done is quite a longgggg time. It just seems like my days go to fast and the time gets away from me. I need to stop and smell the roses....but do not forget I have kids and they need me to drive them to their activities and school and scouts and baseball and softball and activity days......so there is my excuse. My sister is now starting to blog again and she is doing it for those of us who live in Utah and she is in Washington. So this is also to help my far away family to see what my family is up to!! To start my week off we had an ortho appt for Jake, when I first arrived there with no make-up on and my hair a mess thinking I would not see anyone at the ortho appt that I knew...there was my husbands cousin and she was put together so well. Not even one hair out of place. I love those days when I look great but they are far and few between. We all have our moments and that was not a pretty picture. For my defense I just had a chemical peel done and my face looked smooth and nice, but still no make-up on and hair a mess. Next time I will look GREAT! But that is beside the point, Jake gets to have his braces off next appointment. yipee! One child done with braces. He is so excited that his dipples did not go away for several days. It went by so fast, and I know that because I had my on for 5 and 1/2 years. It did not help that we moved to a different state in the middle of having my braces and it did not help that we did not get to the appointments like we were suppose too. Oh well, I am just glad that Jake is getting them off. Sage and Sadi are still off track and keeping me company at Barbara home. We went and saw HOP today and LOVED it. We recommend it to everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-5797638210973735791?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5797638210973735791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=5797638210973735791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/5797638210973735791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/5797638210973735791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2011/04/post-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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-8971531288819861226.post-2215313374550310193</id><published>2009-10-07T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:25:18.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I grow up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While I was working in the office for 2 weeks my parents had the great opportunity of watching my children.  They not only got to watch them they had to go on field trips with them.  Sage field trip was a walking field trip to a local pond and then they fished and walked in the woods.  While on her walk Sage and Grandma had a group of kids that they were in charge of.   Sage being such a great helper told one of  her fellow class mates to tie his shoe, the conversation go like this:  "Tie your shoe Nash" said Sage "Tie your shoe you might trip .....Tie your shoe.....Tie your shoe."  That did not get her anywhere, when the teacher caught up with the group Mrs. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mccarty&lt;/span&gt; pulled Nash a side and told him "tie your shoe," Sage exclaimed "I have been telling him that for several minutes you know and he did not listen to me but you know I can tell him that because one day I am going to be a mom!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-2215313374550310193?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2215313374550310193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=2215313374550310193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2215313374550310193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2215313374550310193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I grow up...'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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-8971531288819861226.post-7647454167296476163</id><published>2009-09-26T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:23:12.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Sr7MiMJh3dI/AAAAAAAAAa0/EMizRXMx-e0/s1600-h/rivertonvsbingham+game3+35to+0+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Sr7MiMJh3dI/AAAAAAAAAa0/EMizRXMx-e0/s320/rivertonvsbingham+game3+35to+0+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This year Jake is playing football again and we decided to support him by having the girls wear his old jerseys.  When he first saw the girls he was unsure if it was a cool thing, but then he saw other kids wearing their brothers jersey and I think that he is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with it now.  This is Sage and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sadi&lt;/span&gt; proudly wearing his jerseys and then we painted an R on their cheeks and #46 for Jake number this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Sr7Misa8ANI/AAAAAAAAAa8/YILg-B4tYG4/s1600-h/rivertonvsbingham+game3+35to+0+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Sr7Misa8ANI/AAAAAAAAAa8/YILg-B4tYG4/s320/rivertonvsbingham+game3+35to+0+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Jake before the game.  He was smiling proudly and I told him to look tough and this is his tough look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Sr7MjJ-15iI/AAAAAAAAAbE/mSX-bPxy9bM/s1600-h/rivertonvsbingham+game3+35to+0+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Sr7MjJ-15iI/AAAAAAAAAbE/mSX-bPxy9bM/s320/rivertonvsbingham+game3+35to+0+227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake is in the middle of the screen #46 going to help tackle the kid with the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Sr7MjurJS7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/rOEijRA71MU/s1600-h/rivertonvsbingham+game3+35to+0+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Sr7MjurJS7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/rOEijRA71MU/s320/rivertonvsbingham+game3+35to+0+182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Jake made an excellent tackle, he tackled one of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bingham&lt;/span&gt; kids, and that is real cool if you are from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riverton&lt;/span&gt;!!  This is a picture of him making that tackle.  This game they won 34-0.  Go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riverton&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-7647454167296476163?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7647454167296476163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=7647454167296476163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/7647454167296476163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/7647454167296476163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/football.html' title='Football'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Sr7MiMJh3dI/AAAAAAAAAa0/EMizRXMx-e0/s72-c/rivertonvsbingham+game3+35to+0+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-3246880871384191537</id><published>2009-09-22T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:50:49.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy hair day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Srl-8E_U1JI/AAAAAAAAAaU/DvxLQ0GMWCY/s1600-h/crazy+hair+day+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Srl-8E_U1JI/AAAAAAAAAaU/DvxLQ0GMWCY/s320/crazy+hair+day+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Today was CRAZY hair day!!!  We had to start this CRAZY process at 6am sharp so that we could look CRAZY before mom had to leave for work!!  (I have an upgrade at work this week and next so my parents are taking the kids to school and watching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sadi&lt;/span&gt; during the day.  Thanks again Mom and Dad!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jake &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre-&lt;/span&gt;hat, it was also CRAZY hat day and CRAZY sock day to.  We did wear mismatched socks too but they were not as fun to take pictures of.  We had to put elastics in his hair and thank goodness he is not a girl because he almost cried while I did his hair.  It was fun and exciting to have him feel what a girl goes through everyday to look cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is both of the kids with their CRAZY hair.  I think that we had the CRAZIEST hair in school!  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Srl-8pXG-NI/AAAAAAAAAac/mBveEBe-MfI/s1600-h/crazy+hair+day+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Srl-8pXG-NI/AAAAAAAAAac/mBveEBe-MfI/s320/crazy+hair+day+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Srl-9Ls-jaI/AAAAAAAAAak/9ZOTzg9JC14/s1600-h/crazy+hair+day+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Srl-9Ls-jaI/AAAAAAAAAak/9ZOTzg9JC14/s320/crazy+hair+day+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For Sage hair poor girl we had to wake her up at 6am to start the process and it took almost an hour of putting pipe cleaners in her hair and braiding it.  Then I had to leave and Grandma and Grandpa put the color in the kids hair.  They went wild with the colors using all three colors in their hair Red, Green, and Orange.  Jake is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;colorblind&lt;/span&gt; and keep asking Grandma to put more in his hair until she told him it was plenty.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Srl-9g0MbpI/AAAAAAAAAas/vPsJbzjgo2Y/s1600-h/crazy+hair+day+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Srl-9g0MbpI/AAAAAAAAAas/vPsJbzjgo2Y/s320/crazy+hair+day+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sage not only wanted her hair to stand up with wire she also thought that it would be funny to place a mouse inside the cage.  (On the top of her head)  Grandma and Sage looked everywhere and could not find a mouse so she had to just have CRAZY hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the school day was over I had them come home and jump in the shower as to not get the color over our entire home.  First we had to take out the wires and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;elastic&lt;/span&gt; which took one hour, holy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;moly&lt;/span&gt; way to long to get one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;child's&lt;/span&gt; hair undone so that she could hop in the shower.  Sage went first into the shower and yelled help and so in I came to see colors all over the shower and her hair still also full of color.  After &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the THIRD&lt;/span&gt; time of mom shampooing it we were finally able to condition and hop out of the shower.  Knowing how hard it was to get out of Sage hair, I made Jake come to the kitchen to help him start the shampooing process.  I did it twice in the kitchen and he did it the third time in the shower.  We had a fun day though!!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-3246880871384191537?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3246880871384191537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=3246880871384191537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/3246880871384191537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/3246880871384191537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazy-hair-day.html' title='crazy hair day'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Srl-8E_U1JI/AAAAAAAAAaU/DvxLQ0GMWCY/s72-c/crazy+hair+day+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-1903106732038289164</id><published>2009-07-11T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:21:51.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of july camping part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SllWySIhvlI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/xLyr9KQJEUs/s1600-h/july4th+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SllWySIhvlI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/xLyr9KQJEUs/s320/july4th+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Sage by the camp fire snuggling with Dad so that she can get warm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SllWy98LLvI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/wTjdPhZ51zM/s1600-h/july4th+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SllWy98LLvI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/wTjdPhZ51zM/s320/july4th+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Jake trying to get warm, but it is not to convincing in this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SllWzRutspI/AAAAAAAAAaE/CigBMHzaE-0/s1600-h/july4th+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SllWzRutspI/AAAAAAAAAaE/CigBMHzaE-0/s320/july4th+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Aunt Sharon holding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sadi&lt;/span&gt; at the camp fire.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sadi&lt;/span&gt; loved it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SllWznOrZ5I/AAAAAAAAAaM/FPRyjMe2GeQ/s1600-h/july4th+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SllWznOrZ5I/AAAAAAAAAaM/FPRyjMe2GeQ/s320/july4th+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  These two were the winners of the dirty kids!!  Quin and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sadi&lt;/span&gt; playing in the dirt on the last day of camping.  I am still washing the out her clothes, I am tempted to just toss them!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-1903106732038289164?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1903106732038289164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=1903106732038289164' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/1903106732038289164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/1903106732038289164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july-camping-part-2.html' title='4th of july camping part 2'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SllWySIhvlI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/xLyr9KQJEUs/s72-c/july4th+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-4850458319119732113</id><published>2009-07-11T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:38:43.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th  camp out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SlkUbDG0rsI/AAAAAAAAAZU/BJBWl8FvR-Q/s1600-h/july4th+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SlkUbDG0rsI/AAAAAAAAAZU/BJBWl8FvR-Q/s320/july4th+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We love to go camping!!  This year we were in Dairy canyon again with our tent again, oh how I wish that we had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tailer&lt;/span&gt;.  One day when we are old I am sure that we will finally get one!!  This is a walk that we took with our 22's to shot rodents!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sadi&lt;/span&gt; does not like loud noises and was unsure about it to begin with but she ended up wanting to shot in the end.  Sage on the other hand would like to have a gun of her very own so that she can shot with Dad when every she wants too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SlkUbbiWl-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/U6p7dZWDKrY/s1600-h/july4th+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SlkUbbiWl-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/U6p7dZWDKrY/s320/july4th+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Just fun pictures of my kids on the walk!!&lt;br /&gt;Jake loves to camp and hunt so that is his type vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SlkUbu-qbmI/AAAAAAAAAZk/vIAmWKrgVD8/s1600-h/july4th+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SlkUbu-qbmI/AAAAAAAAAZk/vIAmWKrgVD8/s320/july4th+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sadi&lt;/span&gt; likes to camp too, but as for the gross toilets and dirt she had to work her way into liking it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SlkUcDZejbI/AAAAAAAAAZs/GQ1CCV5EC-c/s1600-h/july4th+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SlkUcDZejbI/AAAAAAAAAZs/GQ1CCV5EC-c/s320/july4th+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Sage is all about camping and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shooting&lt;/span&gt;!!  She is getting so old that she can remember camping and enjoys it too!  I do not think that she love the dirt and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; with that, she used almost a whole package of wet ones while we were up camping for for 4 days.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-4850458319119732113?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4850458319119732113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=4850458319119732113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/4850458319119732113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/4850458319119732113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-4th-camp-out.html' title='July 4th  camp out!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SlkUbDG0rsI/AAAAAAAAAZU/BJBWl8FvR-Q/s72-c/july4th+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-4513709160336927636</id><published>2009-07-11T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:27:06.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a tooth is out!!</title><content type='html'>Sage is 7 years old and she tells me that everyone in her class at school has a tooth out but her. On June 30 her Dad got a hold of a very loose tooth and pulled it out. She told me that it did not hurt her very bad, but she was nervous about getting it pulled out. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SlkPFrSa59I/AAAAAAAAAY8/Ovr3Q3RKr1c/s1600-h/chase+all-stars+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SlkPFrSa59I/AAAAAAAAAY8/Ovr3Q3RKr1c/s320/chase+all-stars+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SlkPF3kHkcI/AAAAAAAAAZE/uU8OybsB9pY/s1600-h/chase+all-stars+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SlkPF3kHkcI/AAAAAAAAAZE/uU8OybsB9pY/s320/chase+all-stars+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is her telling us what tooth was pulled (it is the only hole in her mouth, so it was funny that she had to point to it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SlkPGIALN7I/AAAAAAAAAZM/DGJlfadmi58/s1600-h/chase+all-stars+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SlkPGIALN7I/AAAAAAAAAZM/DGJlfadmi58/s320/chase+all-stars+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just so that you can get a good look at the hole she opened her mouth. She received $2 for the tooth, man the tooth fairy gives out big buck on our first tooth!! I think that the rest of her teeth will be easier to pull out now that she know what to expect!!! &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-4513709160336927636?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4513709160336927636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=4513709160336927636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/4513709160336927636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/4513709160336927636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-tooth-is-out.html' title='Finally a tooth is out!!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SlkPFrSa59I/AAAAAAAAAY8/Ovr3Q3RKr1c/s72-c/chase+all-stars+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-4285526092680854957</id><published>2009-05-02T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:35:23.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bearly recognize......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Sf0C6W73RoI/AAAAAAAAAYY/aHE1etkuvFU/s1600-h/sage+7th+birthday+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Sf0C6W73RoI/AAAAAAAAAYY/aHE1etkuvFU/s320/sage+7th+birthday+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is the bear from student &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;council&lt;/span&gt; stuffed animal drive.  It was a young person dressed up and having to much fun.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sadi&lt;/span&gt; loved him.  She would give him high fives and then the bear would quickly place his paw in his mouth to resemble his hand hurting from the high five. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Sf0C6QlEEJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/30-iW9UHHzw/s1600-h/sage+7th+birthday+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Sf0C6QlEEJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/30-iW9UHHzw/s320/sage+7th+birthday+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the bear dancing and pushing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sadi&lt;/span&gt; on the head to move out of his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Sf0C6qN8-GI/AAAAAAAAAYo/foSof1aAD_E/s1600-h/sage+7th+birthday+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Sf0C6qN8-GI/AAAAAAAAAYo/foSof1aAD_E/s320/sage+7th+birthday+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Shawn a kid in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jake's&lt;/span&gt; class that came to the office to hand in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;attendance&lt;/span&gt; and the bear decided it was a great idea to place the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;child's&lt;/span&gt; head into his mouth.  The bear had to dress up for a week and started to have some followers there when he arrived at school.  It was funny, I was in the lobby and a mother told me that her preschooler made her come to school in the evening to see if the bear was still there to play with him.  The bear was awesome, he played it up and had tons of fun in the costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Sf0C6mCZSuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/doKFH-M7w2M/s1600-h/sage+7th+birthday+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Sf0C6mCZSuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/doKFH-M7w2M/s320/sage+7th+birthday+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, you guessed it the bear was Jake, he had so much fun .  I was so proud of him, he stepped up to the challenge of being a bear when so many kids just would of sat back and did not help out at all.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-4285526092680854957?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4285526092680854957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=4285526092680854957' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/4285526092680854957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/4285526092680854957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/bearly-recognize.html' title='Bearly recognize......'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/Sf0C6W73RoI/AAAAAAAAAYY/aHE1etkuvFU/s72-c/sage+7th+birthday+172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-7824341835789184712</id><published>2009-05-02T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:34:10.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadi love soccer!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SfzmgCq-G0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZxE-sHf0lJg/s1600-h/sage+7th+birthday+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SfzmgCq-G0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZxE-sHf0lJg/s320/sage+7th+birthday+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SfzmgPLftjI/AAAAAAAAAYA/eZWCxBhNjW4/s1600-h/sage+7th+birthday+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SfzmgPLftjI/AAAAAAAAAYA/eZWCxBhNjW4/s320/sage+7th+birthday+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sadi&lt;/span&gt; first year to play a sport!  She is just barely old enough to play, but is sure is tall enough so that people often think that she is one of the older player.  This is a picture of her just about to go to her first practice.  She was so excited that we got ready quite early and then just sat around the house until it was finally time to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her first game and it was freezing!!  We had to put her jersey on top of her jacket and sweat pants under her shorts!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SfzmgWkNYII/AAAAAAAAAYI/WXsdXzslhkg/s1600-h/sage+7th+birthday+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SfzmgWkNYII/AAAAAAAAAYI/WXsdXzslhkg/s320/sage+7th+birthday+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is her waiting patiently in line for her turn to practice kicking the ball into the goal! She got to play with her friend Izabel (in front of her) and Noah (behind her in a ball). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SfzmgrhGGvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/tnEJLiZj1BE/s1600-h/sage+7th+birthday+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SfzmgrhGGvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/tnEJLiZj1BE/s320/sage+7th+birthday+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Here she goes on a kick off, see that oh so powerful leg that is not in focus, it was quite a kick!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-7824341835789184712?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7824341835789184712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=7824341835789184712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/7824341835789184712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/7824341835789184712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/sadi-love-soccer.html' title='Sadi love soccer!!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SfzmgCq-G0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZxE-sHf0lJg/s72-c/sage+7th+birthday+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-1646988136915946349</id><published>2009-04-13T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:48:05.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter on the Desert...no it was too cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeQHcx-UrOI/AAAAAAAAAXY/j6By5IAkIm4/s1600-h/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeQHcx-UrOI/AAAAAAAAAXY/j6By5IAkIm4/s320/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Peacock family has a tradition of rolling Easter eggs on the Desert. This year it was snowing and we decided to have Easter Saturday in a school gym. It was fun, my kids loved it. We did miss all the hiking of the desert but having all your cousins to play with was great. This is Sage and Quin rolling on some carts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeQHdCV2GgI/AAAAAAAAAXg/xGqofhRCiLY/s1600-h/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeQHdCV2GgI/AAAAAAAAAXg/xGqofhRCiLY/s320/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake and a lot of the guys decided to play some basketball. As you can see in the back ground Scot is cherry picking;) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeQHdDGMQ5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/VwO75svmbRY/s1600-h/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeQHdDGMQ5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/VwO75svmbRY/s320/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These carts were great entertainment for all the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeQHdUrCD9I/AAAAAAAAAXw/_R8FF6awOkw/s1600-h/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-1646988136915946349?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1646988136915946349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=1646988136915946349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/1646988136915946349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/1646988136915946349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-on-desertno-it-was-too-cold.html' title='Easter on the Desert...no it was too cold'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeQHcx-UrOI/AAAAAAAAAXY/j6By5IAkIm4/s72-c/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-8096261874951390938</id><published>2009-04-13T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:10:23.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeP-mwhJOUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/MqgAgVl7uLk/s1600-h/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeP-mwhJOUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/MqgAgVl7uLk/s320/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This year we went to Orangeville for Easter.  We colored our eggs at Aunt Jan's home.  It is always fun to color eggs with other cousins.  This is Jake and Sage in the middle of coloring eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeP-nPiUiYI/AAAAAAAAAXA/qsbu1dF_bZI/s1600-h/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeP-nPiUiYI/AAAAAAAAAXA/qsbu1dF_bZI/s320/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is Sadi, as you can see she really got into coloring the eggs, and no I did not change the coloring of this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeP-nmvQWoI/AAAAAAAAAXI/n-sm_cBI8QE/s1600-h/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeP-nmvQWoI/AAAAAAAAAXI/n-sm_cBI8QE/s320/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Sadi posing with her eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeP-nqOmJMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/87Sii7SsKpE/s1600-h/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeP-nqOmJMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/87Sii7SsKpE/s320/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The morning of Easter with one of our Favorite Cousins JD&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-8096261874951390938?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8096261874951390938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=8096261874951390938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/8096261874951390938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/8096261874951390938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeP-mwhJOUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/MqgAgVl7uLk/s72-c/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-7510654894566767787</id><published>2009-04-13T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:58:14.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball....so soon!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeP7wGtsAtI/AAAAAAAAAWY/scopr1yVGIw/s1600-h/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeP7wGtsAtI/AAAAAAAAAWY/scopr1yVGIw/s320/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At last it is baseball season again.  We have decided to move Jake to our city league, Herriman.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeP7waHZ2NI/AAAAAAAAAWg/xDxaOwS6h-0/s1600-h/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeP7waHZ2NI/AAAAAAAAAWg/xDxaOwS6h-0/s320/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Jake is again the catcher, and he is good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeP7wvwOh2I/AAAAAAAAAWo/QJQvcl7ljaA/s1600-h/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeP7wvwOh2I/AAAAAAAAAWo/QJQvcl7ljaA/s320/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Just another fun picture of Jake in his opening game of the season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeP7xnG4OzI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Nmk_UkhC-zs/s1600-h/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeP7xnG4OzI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Nmk_UkhC-zs/s320/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Did I tell you how handsome he is!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-7510654894566767787?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7510654894566767787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=7510654894566767787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/7510654894566767787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/7510654894566767787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2009/04/baseballso-soon.html' title='Baseball....so soon!!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SeP7wGtsAtI/AAAAAAAAAWY/scopr1yVGIw/s72-c/baseball,easter,+madi+baseball+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-8003500782137421055</id><published>2009-03-29T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:40:04.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St George</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAi8SiT9yI/AAAAAAAAAV0/M7gqcd-CqH8/s1600-h/zions+224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAi8SiT9yI/AAAAAAAAAV0/M7gqcd-CqH8/s400/zions+224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After Zions we went to St George and stayed for a couple of days.  We swam at the pool and boy do we like to swim!!  This is Scot and the girls in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAi8hGYKTI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Qo4vjbFum7M/s1600-h/zions+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAi8hGYKTI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Qo4vjbFum7M/s400/zions+227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake, and his dorky hair.  Apparently this hair did not like the swimming pool.  He is going to be embrassed that I post this but hey it is Jake in the pool having some fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAi86ZIS4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/NbVf6G4J4yM/s1600-h/zions+238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAi86ZIS4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/NbVf6G4J4yM/s400/zions+238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Sage is getting to be such a great swimmer.  She learned how to float on her back in just a couple of minutes.  This is her doing the back float!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAi9MCDDgI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Eqo9B5zNLDM/s1600-h/zions+269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAi9MCDDgI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Eqo9B5zNLDM/s400/zions+269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sadi decided that to get her face dunked was great fun.  She did not even have to plug her nose.  She keeped asking daddy to dunk her and this was the after picture of her coming up for air.  She is not afraid of the water any more!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-8003500782137421055?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8003500782137421055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=8003500782137421055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/8003500782137421055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/8003500782137421055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-george.html' title='St George'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAi8SiT9yI/AAAAAAAAAV0/M7gqcd-CqH8/s72-c/zions+224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-2839640747953357934</id><published>2009-03-29T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:31:06.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My kids are just fun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAg2hsPF1I/AAAAAAAAAVs/zeHr9JAQ9Ms/s1600-h/zions+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAg2hsPF1I/AAAAAAAAAVs/zeHr9JAQ9Ms/s400/zions+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  My kids are just fun kids!!  I enjoy every moment that we are together as a family and the times are just getting betters and more fun everyday.  This is the picture that I took just as we were about to leave Zions park and my kids were just a giggling.  I know that I am being very partial but they are just so dang cute!!  All three of them, not one that stand out of the rest, I was allowed three beautiful kids to have as my very own, I guess that I can share them with Scot but they are ours!!  We are very proud parents!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-2839640747953357934?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2839640747953357934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=2839640747953357934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2839640747953357934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2839640747953357934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-kids-are-just-fun.html' title='My kids are just fun!!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAg2hsPF1I/AAAAAAAAAVs/zeHr9JAQ9Ms/s72-c/zions+128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-2655910423537496705</id><published>2009-03-29T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:23:33.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAfE6FFjgI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZD6coQOiuaw/s1600-h/zions+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAfE6FFjgI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZD6coQOiuaw/s400/zions+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Zions this weekend!!  It was a great time.  We went with Jessica my sister and stay in her mother-in-laws condo.  I love when we do not plan the vacation and just go, because that way there is no expection to be met.  This is the family as you get into the park.  We took the first pull off in the park and started to take some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAfE4ukL0I/AAAAAAAAAVU/d84ioRuBiqs/s1600-h/zions+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAfE4ukL0I/AAAAAAAAAVU/d84ioRuBiqs/s400/zions+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because we had a newborn with us we did some time to just stroll through the park.  When Gracie had to eat we all just pulled over and took more picture.  It was a beautiful day there and we had tons of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAfFXFnpdI/AAAAAAAAAVc/guS48qS8Tyw/s1600-h/zions+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAfFXFnpdI/AAAAAAAAAVc/guS48qS8Tyw/s400/zions+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We did take a hike up Emerald Pools.  It was 1.6 mile hike to the top fall and Sadi my three your old did the whole thing by herself.  We did not take it very fast just a three years old pace and had a blast.  Some this when you go at that pace you relize how beautiful everything is.  This is the kids on the rock on our way up to the first pool!  As you can see Gracie is in the picture with the help of her mom, Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAfFR7vxNI/AAAAAAAAAVk/N9LoBG83yVA/s1600-h/zions+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAfFR7vxNI/AAAAAAAAAVk/N9LoBG83yVA/s400/zions+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures of the kids on the way up to the upper pool!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-2655910423537496705?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2655910423537496705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=2655910423537496705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2655910423537496705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2655910423537496705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/zions.html' title='Zions'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAfE6FFjgI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZD6coQOiuaw/s72-c/zions+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-7833562856737495880</id><published>2009-03-29T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:11:30.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St Patricks Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAcABxk8UI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YuQCwpzJupc/s1600-h/zions+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAcABxk8UI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YuQCwpzJupc/s400/zions+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I take advantage of every hoilday that I get with my kids. I am not sure if you all know that but if you have a clean house on St Patty's day the Leprechauns&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAcAXAdPPI/AAAAAAAAAU8/NCxXMHX9sSc/s1600-h/zions+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAcAXAdPPI/AAAAAAAAAU8/NCxXMHX9sSc/s400/zions+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; come in and mess everything up. This year the house was clean but I had to work late Monday into Tuesday night and the&lt;br /&gt;Leprechauns did not mess our house up to bad. I think that I must of keep them away since they heard my voice taking on the phone most of the night. They did take all of the lose pillows off of the beds and coaches and place them into a pathway through out the house and put Rolos on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They not only did the upstairs pillows they did the downstairs pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAcAvth0CI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Jel7LFBW1gk/s1600-h/zions+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAcAvth0CI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Jel7LFBW1gk/s400/zions+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They also put our chairs the opposite direction of the table. Next year I vow to make sure that our house is a mess so that those pesky little Leprechauns&lt;br /&gt;will stay away!! &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-7833562856737495880?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7833562856737495880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=7833562856737495880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/7833562856737495880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/7833562856737495880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St Patricks Day!!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAcABxk8UI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YuQCwpzJupc/s72-c/zions+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-5335337692049243574</id><published>2009-03-29T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:12:32.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadi Bestest Friends!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAaF9wkhII/AAAAAAAAAUU/2PY33EQpmJI/s1600-h/zions+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAaF9wkhII/AAAAAAAAAUU/2PY33EQpmJI/s400/zions+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just thought that it would be fun to take some picture of some of&lt;br /&gt;Sadi friends. Too Sadi if you ask her about her friends she tell you, She/he is my bestest friend mom, I love he/Her!! This is Madi our cousin and Izabel our friend from down the street. They come over to play dress ups and we painted their nails too! I had fun with the playtime too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAaF3g2sWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tYUx1BcMejs/s1600-h/zions+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAaF3g2sWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tYUx1BcMejs/s400/zions+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madi, Sadi, and Izabel with smilies!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAaGKjLFOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sTYexkI2aEo/s1600-h/zions+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAaGKjLFOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sTYexkI2aEo/s400/zions+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Noah, he is our friend from across the street. He come over tons and plays so nicely with Sadi. For a while they could not agree with what to play. Noah wanted to play pirates and Sadi wanted to play house. Now they agree to not agree and play Pirate house. It works great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAaGCv85oI/AAAAAAAAAUs/DnVxkMT2dyg/s1600-h/zions+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAaGCv85oI/AAAAAAAAAUs/DnVxkMT2dyg/s400/zions+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I take alot of picture of these too, and most of the time with is how Noah feels about playing house and getting his picture taken. A typical boy whom did not get his pirate way today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-5335337692049243574?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5335337692049243574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=5335337692049243574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/5335337692049243574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/5335337692049243574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/sadi-bestest-friends.html' title='Sadi Bestest Friends!!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SdAaF9wkhII/AAAAAAAAAUU/2PY33EQpmJI/s72-c/zions+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-877518335192479624</id><published>2009-03-05T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:07:07.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way to Go!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SbCTWZV9pUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/NiEQdV6KQhQ/s1600-h/jake+student+of+month+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SbCTWZV9pUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/NiEQdV6KQhQ/s400/jake+student+of+month+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake was just awarded student of the month!!  If you look close on this board you can see his picture on third row far left corner!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SbCTW4afPuI/AAAAAAAAAUM/qLkgGUAkqlE/s1600-h/jake+student+of+month+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SbCTW4afPuI/AAAAAAAAAUM/qLkgGUAkqlE/s400/jake+student+of+month+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is such a cute kid!  He was deserving of this award since the day he started school.  He is a good kid, cute, and smart.  He is loving big brother and the ideal son and first child.  We love you Jake!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-877518335192479624?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/877518335192479624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=877518335192479624' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/877518335192479624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/877518335192479624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/way-to-go.html' title='Way to Go!!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SbCTWZV9pUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/NiEQdV6KQhQ/s72-c/jake+student+of+month+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-6030065515088438667</id><published>2009-02-16T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:48:43.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SZntSri43WI/AAAAAAAAAT8/bwmxQKEUV4A/s1600-h/mom+birthday+sadi+V+party+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SZntSri43WI/AAAAAAAAAT8/bwmxQKEUV4A/s400/mom+birthday+sadi+V+party+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sadi&lt;/span&gt; loves her friends, the people that she just need to have at her Valentines party was Zach and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt;.  I am so happy that they have cousins that they are close to!  Thanks for coming and having fun with us, it would not of been the same without you both!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-6030065515088438667?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6030065515088438667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=6030065515088438667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/6030065515088438667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/6030065515088438667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-cousins.html' title='Valentines Cousins'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SZntSri43WI/AAAAAAAAAT8/bwmxQKEUV4A/s72-c/mom+birthday+sadi+V+party+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-1391106981651195057</id><published>2009-02-16T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:32:37.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadi"s Valentine Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SZnpgIxoyNI/AAAAAAAAATc/9XrrtlcaEHc/s1600-h/mom+birthday+sadi+V+party+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SZnpgIxoyNI/AAAAAAAAATc/9XrrtlcaEHc/s320/mom+birthday+sadi+V+party+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;discussing&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sadi&lt;/span&gt; that my birthday was soon she told me that she needed her birthday before mine.  I told her that hers was not until June and then we will have a big birthday party for her.  She told me "that not fair."  So I decided to have a Valentines party for her.  She invited 8 kids and we played games and handed out Valentines!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SZnpgZLzjDI/AAAAAAAAATk/MGbJUPA3RUk/s1600-h/mom+birthday+sadi+V+party+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SZnpgZLzjDI/AAAAAAAAATk/MGbJUPA3RUk/s320/mom+birthday+sadi+V+party+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is her getting a special delivery Valentine from her friend Izabel.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SZnpgmTYW0I/AAAAAAAAATs/zJWtLDFCslg/s1600-h/mom+birthday+sadi+V+party+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SZnpgmTYW0I/AAAAAAAAATs/zJWtLDFCslg/s320/mom+birthday+sadi+V+party+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We played a parachute game between the boys and girls and the girls won, but you can see that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sadi&lt;/span&gt; preferred to close her eyes when the parachute went up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SZnpg6BA4wI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rQn6b3AETDM/s1600-h/mom+birthday+sadi+V+party+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SZnpg6BA4wI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rQn6b3AETDM/s320/mom+birthday+sadi+V+party+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also played musical hearts.  We had tons of fun!  Thanks everyone for coming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-1391106981651195057?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1391106981651195057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=1391106981651195057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/1391106981651195057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/1391106981651195057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/sadis-valentine-party.html' title='Sadi&quot;s Valentine Party'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SZnpgIxoyNI/AAAAAAAAATc/9XrrtlcaEHc/s72-c/mom+birthday+sadi+V+party+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-8677013492621223392</id><published>2009-01-01T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:00:19.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SV1LAdt4D6I/AAAAAAAAAS8/gxBTcNZMm9U/s1600-h/christmas+08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SV1LAdt4D6I/AAAAAAAAAS8/gxBTcNZMm9U/s320/christmas+08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas this year was great!  This is the annual running down the stairs picture to see what Santa brought us.  He was good to us this year, we must of been really good kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SV1LAS6A3EI/AAAAAAAAATE/4KEDvZSanz4/s1600-h/christmas+08+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SV1LAS6A3EI/AAAAAAAAATE/4KEDvZSanz4/s320/christmas+08+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake has been asking for this Jersey for years it seem like and finally I just decided to purchase it.  The Hat too!  I guess growing up with only sister I do not see all the excitement in getting a jersey, but he was thrilled.  He got everything that he want this year, Rock band for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WII&lt;/span&gt;, Jersey, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nano&lt;/span&gt;.  He is such a great kid that I am very excited that he got everything and more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SV1LAkx122I/AAAAAAAAATM/gK6sEQ4nI3o/s1600-h/christmas+08+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SV1LAkx122I/AAAAAAAAATM/gK6sEQ4nI3o/s320/christmas+08+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sadi&lt;/span&gt; is at that point in her life that she thinks that the unwrapping the gives is so cool.  We would put a present in front of her and she would say "more for me, holy cow for me!"  It was very cute.  She received this easy bake oven from Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Carn&lt;/span&gt; and she loves it.  We think that she got everything she wanted this year to, but are not sure because she was still changing her mind up until Christmas and even on Christmas morning she was tell me a different present idea and how she hoped that Santa would bring it.  She got a school board like her big sister to pretend to teach school to her friends.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sadi&lt;/span&gt; we just love your smile and are glad that you are the baby of the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SV1LA4FAlFI/AAAAAAAAATU/bu5OcFJ1A-o/s1600-h/christmas+08+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SV1LA4FAlFI/AAAAAAAAATU/bu5OcFJ1A-o/s320/christmas+08+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sage was all smile this Christmas too!  She has been wanting this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; for several months and Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Carn&lt;/span&gt; came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt;.  She also wanted thinks to teach school with and Santa brought her a school board and some desks to have the student sit there and learn.  She is a great kid.  I am glad also that she got everything that she wanted.  Christmas was great not only because of the great present but because of our family that we got to see.  We love to see the Peacock's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Carn's&lt;/span&gt; every minute that we have and sometimes that is not enough.  We hope that you all had a very Merry Christmas and that this New Year will bring blessing to all of our family and friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-8677013492621223392?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8677013492621223392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=8677013492621223392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/8677013492621223392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/8677013492621223392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SV1LAdt4D6I/AAAAAAAAAS8/gxBTcNZMm9U/s72-c/christmas+08+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-9033194707027827075</id><published>2009-01-01T14:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:42:07.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are all of our "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CARN&lt;/span&gt;" cousins on Christmas eve.  We had them over for some home made pizza, home made cookies for Santa and&lt;br /&gt;we went out on our annual search for the best Christmas lights on a home.  We love to have our cousins over!!  It made Christmas eve pass by a lot faster so that we could go to sleep for Santa's visit.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SV1GujZdS8I/AAAAAAAAASc/jrQwxWrGp90/s1600-h/before+christmas+08+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SV1GujZdS8I/AAAAAAAAASc/jrQwxWrGp90/s320/before+christmas+08+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SV1Gu44dc1I/AAAAAAAAASk/9B9PXoZAVwQ/s1600-h/before+christmas+08+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SV1Gu44dc1I/AAAAAAAAASk/9B9PXoZAVwQ/s320/before+christmas+08+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sledding&lt;/span&gt;.  This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sadi&lt;/span&gt; checking out the slope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SV1GvTzRbdI/AAAAAAAAASs/0H7Tit-ydhA/s1600-h/before+christmas+08+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SV1GvTzRbdI/AAAAAAAAASs/0H7Tit-ydhA/s320/before+christmas+08+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is dad giving Sage and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sadi&lt;/span&gt; a giant push down the hill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SV1Gv0NgIQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/b2Khudv50Oc/s1600-h/before+christmas+08+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SV1Gv0NgIQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/b2Khudv50Oc/s320/before+christmas+08+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Jake trying to snow board down our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sledding&lt;/span&gt; hill.  He is pretty good at it!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-9033194707027827075?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9033194707027827075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=9033194707027827075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/9033194707027827075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/9033194707027827075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/these-are-all-of-our-carn-cousins-on_01.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SV1GujZdS8I/AAAAAAAAASc/jrQwxWrGp90/s72-c/before+christmas+08+164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-1779969195683250613</id><published>2008-12-07T18:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:21:09.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>threelittlepeacocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSpoPHMHUI/AAAAAAAAAPk/I9-79hi7oRU/s1600-h/pumpkins+08+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSpoPHMHUI/AAAAAAAAAPk/I9-79hi7oRU/s400/pumpkins+08+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sadi (3 years old) and I were couponing today,&lt;br /&gt;and on the way home the song Feliz Navidad came on the radio.  She was just singing along with it as if she knew all the words, very loudly too.  I listen a little closer to what she was singing when the words Feliz Navidad were being sung, I said what are you saying?  Sadi told me "The song is singing Please love my dad oh please love my dad."  I laughed the whole way home.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-5066660790218210844?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5066660790218210844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=5066660790218210844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/5066660790218210844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/5066660790218210844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-navidad.html' title='Feliz Navidad'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSpoPHMHUI/AAAAAAAAAPk/I9-79hi7oRU/s72-c/pumpkins+08+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-5788726053430527998</id><published>2008-12-01T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:12:52.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you cook a Turkey?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSntHKExPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zwtVUGsFTNk/s1600-h/pumpkins+08+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSntHKExPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zwtVUGsFTNk/s400/pumpkins+08+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Sage is in first grade this year and her teacher asked them to answer this question; How do you cook a Turkey?  Her answer; Buy a Turkey at the store, bring it home, take Turkey out of the bag and put it in the pan. Put Turkey in the oven for 40 minutes at 50 Degrees, take out of the oven, cut it up into Medium pieces serve it on a platter and eat it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I have taught her well for being in first grade.  She knew to serve it on a platter! (mommy moment)  I am so proud of all the details that she went into.  Sage is very observant, and I need to make sure that I continue to do everything to the best of my abilities so that she will grew be better then Martha Stewart&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-5788726053430527998?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5788726053430527998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=5788726053430527998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/5788726053430527998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/5788726053430527998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-do-you-cook-turkey.html' title='How do you cook a Turkey?'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSntHKExPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zwtVUGsFTNk/s72-c/pumpkins+08+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-8996134434612457035</id><published>2008-12-01T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:01:52.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating the Christmas Tree 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSlH4o_mvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/AzSkfrpe4ZA/s1600-h/byutah+jake+student+council+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSlH4o_mvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/AzSkfrpe4ZA/s320/byutah+jake+student+council+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to hang everything on the bottom Mom" said Sadi so Dad lifted her up until she found the best spot to put an ornament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSlHwjzDGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/86N95SpKX8Y/s1600-h/byutah+jake+student+council+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSlHwjzDGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/86N95SpKX8Y/s320/byutah+jake+student+council+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSlIMyMEEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FoUTxpn7GKg/s1600-h/byutah+jake+student+council+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSlIMyMEEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FoUTxpn7GKg/s320/byutah+jake+student+council+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It was Jake this year to hang the angel on the top of the tree.  If you look closely you can see Scot hand helping him balance it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sage was very particular to as to where she place the ornament.  It is very odd on how opinionated my girl are.  They like it their way or no way.  I am sure that they got that from me, but then I am going to place blame on my father,  I learned it from him.  I love you Dad!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-8996134434612457035?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8996134434612457035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=8996134434612457035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/8996134434612457035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/8996134434612457035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/decorating-christmas-tree-2008.html' title='Decorating the Christmas Tree 2008'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSlH4o_mvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/AzSkfrpe4ZA/s72-c/byutah+jake+student+council+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-8985279181658584942</id><published>2008-12-01T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:46:41.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging up the lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STShjyd5tkI/AAAAAAAAAO0/RIkRqBhvzlc/s1600-h/byutah+jake+student+council+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STShjyd5tkI/AAAAAAAAAO0/RIkRqBhvzlc/s400/byutah+jake+student+council+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  While I was on a ladder in a tree hanging up the Christmas lights, and since it is still so warm here in Utah, Scot  decided to clean up the leaves and let the kids play in them.  It was very fun for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STShkLCYELI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ZGCM02RZ_74/s1600-h/byutah+jake+student+council+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STShkLCYELI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ZGCM02RZ_74/s400/byutah+jake+student+council+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Jake decided to cover up his sister with leaves and they did not move for about 30 minutes.  It was fun to have the kids play so nice together, they have always gotten along great but to hear what they have to say to each other in conversation is fun.  They all have their own opinions of what to do with the leaves, but in the end they agreed to have Jake cover them up.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-8985279181658584942?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8985279181658584942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=8985279181658584942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/8985279181658584942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/8985279181658584942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/hanging-up-lights.html' title='Hanging up the lights'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STShjyd5tkI/AAAAAAAAAO0/RIkRqBhvzlc/s72-c/byutah+jake+student+council+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-230978813389279741</id><published>2008-12-01T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:37:51.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSffmcwBtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ptewyd7sWLw/s1600-h/byutah+jake+student+council+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSffmcwBtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ptewyd7sWLw/s400/byutah+jake+student+council+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The losers of the game&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sage and Jake maybe next time you will listen to your mother on the correct colors to wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-230978813389279741?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/230978813389279741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=230978813389279741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/230978813389279741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/230978813389279741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/losers-of-game-sorry-sage-and-jake.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSffmcwBtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ptewyd7sWLw/s72-c/byutah+jake+student+council+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-8326583759208743101</id><published>2008-12-01T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:36:36.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah vs BYU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSfMafO8jI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Hy8NDTi2NO4/s1600-h/byutah+jake+student+council+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSfMafO8jI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Hy8NDTi2NO4/s320/byutah+jake+student+council+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We are a split family when it comes to the BYU or Utah.&lt;br /&gt;Both Scot and myself graduated from Utah but he always grew up loving BYU,&lt;br /&gt;and wanted to attend there after going to Ricks.  So needless to say on the game day,&lt;br /&gt;I dress everone in the family who will let me still dress them of the WINNING team, and the rest are on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSfMW_L-BI/AAAAAAAAAOU/GrqWZ2x0jqE/s1600-h/byutah+jake+student+council+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSfMW_L-BI/AAAAAAAAAOU/GrqWZ2x0jqE/s320/byutah+jake+student+council+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This year Sage and Jake really wanted to go to school the friday before the game where their colors.&lt;br /&gt;Scot and I had to have a talk to make sure that if they were sent home because of their crazy hair that we would be OK with the out come of the principle maybe calling us and kicking them out.&lt;br /&gt;It never did come to that, they stayed the whole day at school and a lot of the kids wanted or wished that they would of dress up for the football game also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSfMWV8ETI/AAAAAAAAAOc/fZhLMa8wrkc/s1600-h/byutah+jake+student+council+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSfMWV8ETI/AAAAAAAAAOc/fZhLMa8wrkc/s320/byutah+jake+student+council+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Sadi in here winning colors and looking like a cool chick.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-8326583759208743101?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8326583759208743101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=8326583759208743101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/8326583759208743101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/8326583759208743101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/utah-vs-byu.html' title='Utah vs BYU'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/STSfMafO8jI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Hy8NDTi2NO4/s72-c/byutah+jake+student+council+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-1194431449309255340</id><published>2008-11-17T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:00:37.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJL86bvxcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/QWMHpm6OY8c/s1600-h/HALLOWEEN08+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJL86bvxcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/QWMHpm6OY8c/s320/HALLOWEEN08+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We had my side of the family over for some dinner just before we went out to trick or trear and I just wanted everyone to see the cool costume that my sisters have made their kids!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJL89estVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/c7n8bXtczCQ/s1600-h/HALLOWEEN08+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJL89estVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/c7n8bXtczCQ/s320/HALLOWEEN08+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Zach was a killer whale, Jake and Chase were both Grim Reaper, Sage was a butterfly, Sadi was a white cat, Madi was a mermaid, and Maya was a pearl in the ostyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJL82e3fgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ARJ2mXqKw3E/s1600-h/HALLOWEEN08+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJL82e3fgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ARJ2mXqKw3E/s320/HALLOWEEN08+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The girls, Sage, Sadi and Madi!!  You can see Chase in the background!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-1194431449309255340?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1194431449309255340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=1194431449309255340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/1194431449309255340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/1194431449309255340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-had-my-side-of-family-over-for-some.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJL86bvxcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/QWMHpm6OY8c/s72-c/HALLOWEEN08+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-4149696296406982699</id><published>2008-11-17T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:48:49.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween  2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJJLz0iAgI/AAAAAAAAANU/BDaxP9QsZSQ/s1600-h/HALLOWEEN08+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJJLz0iAgI/AAAAAAAAANU/BDaxP9QsZSQ/s320/HALLOWEEN08+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This year Halloween was so warm that Sadi after wearing this costume for several hours asked if she could go home and take it off.  I do not remember ever having such a warm Halloween.  Sadi this year was a white Cat and she loved her costume.  Sage this year wanted to be a Butterfly and it did not turn out quite the way that she had hoped but I liked it.  And Jake was the Grim Reaper.  He also loved his costume and it was the quickest costume that I have ever made.  I had no pattern and just started to pin and put this costume together is less then 2 hours, compared to Sage costume that took days to figure out.  I think that if I had a pattern it would of taken less time but the costume pattern was all in Sage and my head and it did not come together as smoothly as I had hoped!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJJMPpmoAI/AAAAAAAAANc/3qL7Lkl8Luk/s1600-h/HALLOWEEN08+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJJMPpmoAI/AAAAAAAAANc/3qL7Lkl8Luk/s320/HALLOWEEN08+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the kids all in the costume visiting Grandpa and Grandma Peacock's home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJJMG-ZR5I/AAAAAAAAANk/csYInnHFeCA/s1600-h/HALLOWEEN08+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJJMG-ZR5I/AAAAAAAAANk/csYInnHFeCA/s320/HALLOWEEN08+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Sage in her Butterfly costume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJJMZDhz-I/AAAAAAAAANs/jjvnlx-En_w/s1600-h/HALLOWEEN08+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJJMZDhz-I/AAAAAAAAANs/jjvnlx-En_w/s320/HALLOWEEN08+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This if you can picture him is Jake.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-4149696296406982699?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4149696296406982699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=4149696296406982699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/4149696296406982699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/4149696296406982699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008.html' title='Halloween  2008'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJJLz0iAgI/AAAAAAAAANU/BDaxP9QsZSQ/s72-c/HALLOWEEN08+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-4859048657609004415</id><published>2008-11-17T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:38:52.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo did we scare you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJG2p5E1vI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ak3QxMHwNXM/s1600-h/HALLOWEEN08+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJG2p5E1vI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ak3QxMHwNXM/s320/HALLOWEEN08+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Sadi and Madi, cousins just having a ton of fun.  I think the conversation went like this&lt;br /&gt;Madi; Mom can I paint your face with the Halloween make-up?&lt;br /&gt;Jess; Sure lets call Aunt Jenn and see if Sadi wants to play too!!&lt;br /&gt;Jenn; Sure Sadi would love to play come to my house and let them play!&lt;br /&gt;Sadi; Mom, Madi brought some Halloween make-up can I put some on?&lt;br /&gt;Jenn; Yes but just a little bite!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJG21uhOYI/AAAAAAAAANE/9Ec0fAMJ_Ic/s1600-h/HALLOWEEN08+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJG21uhOYI/AAAAAAAAANE/9Ec0fAMJ_Ic/s320/HALLOWEEN08+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I do not think this is a little bite!  Jess and I heard them just giggling in the bathroom and when they came out they looked like this and can I tell you that my bathroom did not look this good.  We took some fun pictures and then threw them in the tub, and then they giggles at how black the water was when they got out.  I should of taken a picture of my tub and the black rings that they left in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJG3B2IHzI/AAAAAAAAANM/ubF25IBOKQo/s1600-h/HALLOWEEN08+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJG3B2IHzI/AAAAAAAAANM/ubF25IBOKQo/s320/HALLOWEEN08+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;It was to much fun to stop and took forever to clean up, aren't memories made this way?&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-4859048657609004415?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4859048657609004415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=4859048657609004415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/4859048657609004415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/4859048657609004415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/boo-did-we-scare-you.html' title='Boo did we scare you?'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SSJG2p5E1vI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ak3QxMHwNXM/s72-c/HALLOWEEN08+126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-8493841360685753032</id><published>2008-10-24T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:42:28.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the right size of Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SQKjsblUFVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wS_PofmF3WQ/s1600-h/pumpkins+08+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SQKjsblUFVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wS_PofmF3WQ/s320/pumpkins+08+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We love to go and pick out our pumpkins from the pumpkin You pick patch.  This year it was extremely warm and the Pumpkins were perfect.  There were so many of them we had a hard time picking out just the right pumpkin.  This is Sadi go crazy over all the pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SQKjsimhTfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/vp8IpDlZpSo/s1600-h/pumpkins+08+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SQKjsimhTfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/vp8IpDlZpSo/s320/pumpkins+08+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Sage wanted a perfectly round pumpkin and would like it to be bigger then Jakes!!  I think she found it and sat there scoping out other just in case it was not the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SQKjsrxOk3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/SC9fr46CtAg/s1600-h/pumpkins+08+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SQKjsrxOk3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/SC9fr46CtAg/s320/pumpkins+08+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Sadi on the other hand remembered the wheel barrow from last year and had Daddy drive her around until she saw a good one and then she would point to it.  Scot would pick it up and put it into it next to her and take out the one she did not want.  She has Daddy wrapped around her little finger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SQKjs3nASmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/d1oi29JLPkM/s1600-h/pumpkins+08+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SQKjs3nASmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/d1oi29JLPkM/s320/pumpkins+08+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Jake ran around the whole field until he came upon the Great pumpkin and then he started to make a perfect pile and then pick from there.  Jake and Sage in the end had about the same size of pumpkin and Sadi was the winner of the large pumpkin.  We can not wait to carve them.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-8493841360685753032?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8493841360685753032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=8493841360685753032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/8493841360685753032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/8493841360685753032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-right-size-of-pumpkins.html' title='Just the right size of Pumpkins'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SQKjsblUFVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wS_PofmF3WQ/s72-c/pumpkins+08+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-2933780218807263939</id><published>2008-10-08T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:12:02.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More football pictures!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO2EkQBudEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/RyPydrsHBcw/s1600-h/tx+2008+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO2EkQBudEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/RyPydrsHBcw/s320/tx+2008+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Texas Stadium last year of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO2EkvorDtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-ZRNJW8CqGU/s1600-h/tx+2008+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO2EkvorDtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-ZRNJW8CqGU/s320/tx+2008+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tale gaters or is it Tail gater either way they were fun to watch on our entrance in the stadium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO2Ekjf2DPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/iix1lPdfrhY/s1600-h/tx+2008+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO2Ekjf2DPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/iix1lPdfrhY/s320/tx+2008+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Fun Football in the sun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO2EkkmAHPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/iY3dSs80YAY/s1600-h/tx+2008+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO2EkkmAHPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/iY3dSs80YAY/s320/tx+2008+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We made the kick off, just in time!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-2933780218807263939?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2933780218807263939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=2933780218807263939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2933780218807263939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2933780218807263939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-football-pictures.html' title='More football pictures!!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO2EkQBudEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/RyPydrsHBcw/s72-c/tx+2008+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-398831342525438600</id><published>2008-10-08T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:05:12.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dallas Cowboys fans!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO2C91DGDBI/AAAAAAAAALY/X82-_g58qM8/s1600-h/tx+2008+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO2C91DGDBI/AAAAAAAAALY/X82-_g58qM8/s320/tx+2008+181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know that my husband was in Heaven when he met me,  I thought that I was the only thing that he could get getty over, but I have been proven wrong.  Scot and I had the opportunity to go to the game with our only son Jake and boy oh boy was Scot and Jake in heaven.  I thought that Christmas had come in the summer.  Scot was so excited to go and see his team play.  We got to the stadium parking area 3 hours early thank goodness because it took us that long to get to the pay parking lot.  Really I have never since such horrible parking in my life and it cost us $30 to just park a half mile away.  After we parked we had 20 minute to enter into the stadium and get a seat.  Scot has never walked so dang fast.  Jake and I were having problem just keeping.  Thank goodness my girls did not come.  We made it there just in time for kick off and the heat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO2C92VAaFI/AAAAAAAAALg/76DuEiePMsY/s1600-h/tx+2008+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO2C92VAaFI/AAAAAAAAALg/76DuEiePMsY/s320/tx+2008+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the boys getting their gift from the last year of the Texas Stadium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO2C-BPXl8I/AAAAAAAAALo/itdjq2eKy6I/s1600-h/tx+2008+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO2C-BPXl8I/AAAAAAAAALo/itdjq2eKy6I/s320/tx+2008+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;If you enlarge this picture you can see the boys are miserable from the heat but nothing will let there happiness fade for they are at a real FOOTBALL GAME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO2C-O0f-_I/AAAAAAAAALw/flRcIUF_uCE/s1600-h/tx+2008+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO2C-O0f-_I/AAAAAAAAALw/flRcIUF_uCE/s320/tx+2008+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I decided to go down to the front of the stadium and be a mom and take pictures of how close were were from the front.  We truly had excellent seats but it was so so hot I have never been that hot before in my life.  Did I mention that it was hot.  We had fun and next time we go according to Jake it is his turn and see his team the New England Patriots!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-398831342525438600?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/398831342525438600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=398831342525438600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/398831342525438600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/398831342525438600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/dallas-cowboys-fans.html' title='Dallas Cowboys fans!!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO2C91DGDBI/AAAAAAAAALY/X82-_g58qM8/s72-c/tx+2008+181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-4868383303963762383</id><published>2008-10-08T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:44:08.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles in Houston!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO1-B0uKJjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Eb3lFqANtiQ/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO1-B0uKJjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Eb3lFqANtiQ/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO1-B192qNI/AAAAAAAAALA/Et7aZtwyBT8/s1600-h/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO1-B192qNI/AAAAAAAAALA/Et7aZtwyBT8/s400/DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO1-Bwcp0pI/AAAAAAAAALI/YDjyMs5pP7s/s1600-h/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO1-Bwcp0pI/AAAAAAAAALI/YDjyMs5pP7s/s400/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO1-CE3VG9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ou4JFeYlHkk/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO1-CE3VG9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ou4JFeYlHkk/s400/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were all smiles in Houston!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-4868383303963762383?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4868383303963762383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=4868383303963762383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/4868383303963762383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/4868383303963762383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/smiles-in-houston.html' title='Smiles in Houston!!!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO1-B0uKJjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Eb3lFqANtiQ/s72-c/DSC_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-3286514533016904209</id><published>2008-10-08T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:40:02.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming with the Alligator?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO19EQOjK-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/99k1rpaX1do/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO19EQOjK-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/99k1rpaX1do/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While in Houston my Dad took us out on the boat, He just had his Knee replaced 10 days earlier so he was being a trooper for hopping in his huge boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO19EdGxZAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Dai_mkiAlg8/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO19EdGxZAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Dai_mkiAlg8/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This is the boat Wow is what I have to say.  My kids have to take a picture for reflections  of a Wow and this is Jake picture that he took.  So to say my father had to hop in the boat we not true he had to climb a ladder to enter into the boat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO19ESzUlgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ac_niyE_olg/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO19ESzUlgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ac_niyE_olg/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We were pulled by his boat in a tube and that was really  fun.  My kids could would of stayed there all 4 days if we would of let them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO19Eg8lN_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/WkEbWVK6gqs/s1600-h/DSC_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO19Eg8lN_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/WkEbWVK6gqs/s320/DSC_0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Sadi thinks that she needs to lift up her arms like she was on a roller coaster "like the big kids" is what she keeps telling me.  She also did this on the airplane during landing and take off.  After we got off the boat my mother decided to inform the kids that they were swimming with Alligators.  I am glad that she told me after we got out or the kids and I would of never gotten in to the water.  She told me that they stay on the swamp side of the lake and that she has never seen them but has only heard about them being there and it has not stop her from going in.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-3286514533016904209?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3286514533016904209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=3286514533016904209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/3286514533016904209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/3286514533016904209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/swimming-with-alligator.html' title='Swimming with the Alligator?'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO19EQOjK-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/99k1rpaX1do/s72-c/DSC_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-3924862910337671290</id><published>2008-10-08T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:24:28.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston the Peacocks have landed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO15a3SD0WI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Q22hgNlBsUw/s1600-h/tx+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO15a3SD0WI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Q22hgNlBsUw/s320/tx+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We had a great opportunity to fly to Houston this weekend to visit with my parents.  We had to go the long way for the free plane ride but we did not complain.  We had to fly from Salt Lake City to New York to Houston.  After traveling over 19 states and 1 country (Jake counted on the route map that you can watch while you fly) we landed in Houston.  After fixing a fence for my parents we got to go and play.  We went to the space station and loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO15a6EccnI/AAAAAAAAAKA/t6cHjc5lMJA/s1600-h/tx+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO15a6EccnI/AAAAAAAAAKA/t6cHjc5lMJA/s320/tx+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is inside one of the pretend modules!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO15a4T0KyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-pGz-jr1eEo/s1600-h/tx+2008+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO15a4T0KyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-pGz-jr1eEo/s320/tx+2008+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake, Sage, and Sadi by the big rocket.  One funny thing that happened while still touring, Grandma purchase my children Allien soda cups to drink out of, and while a speakers was telling us about different missions Sadi oh so loudly commented on how the Allien had Boobs.  So just to let you know Allien are girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO15a6l_NYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IpACPoYK74M/s1600-h/tx+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO15a6l_NYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IpACPoYK74M/s320/tx+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My family in front of the space station.  We were able to view mission comtrol for the Apollo Missions.  We got to see real rocket boosters, and Mock-ups of the space shuttle and the international space station. We had tons of fun thank for taking us there Mom!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-3924862910337671290?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3924862910337671290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=3924862910337671290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/3924862910337671290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/3924862910337671290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/houston-peacocks-have-landed.html' title='Houston the Peacocks have landed'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SO15a3SD0WI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Q22hgNlBsUw/s72-c/tx+2008+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-9132739066496146306</id><published>2008-09-19T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:21:46.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadi Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQ0CIHuHUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-bYsV9Db7Dg/s1600-h/sadi+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQ0CIHuHUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-bYsV9Db7Dg/s400/sadi+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Our Sadi love to dress up and sing her little heart out while her brother and sister are at school and this time I capture her alone on camera.  She truly is the queen of the home when her siblings are not home, but missing them greatly.  She is a single child for 8 hours a day and plays it up as best she can.  We go and get treats and drinks all the time at the gas station.  I tell her that we need to not tell Sage and Jake that we are getting treats and everyday that we do, she sees the kids and lets them know of the what we did during the day.  FYI do not let Sadi in on any secrets.....We love our little Queen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQ0Cvg5BNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wnOCulRpTA4/s1600-h/sadi+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQ0Cvg5BNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wnOCulRpTA4/s400/sadi+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-9132739066496146306?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9132739066496146306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=9132739066496146306' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/9132739066496146306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/9132739066496146306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/sadi-lady.html' title='Sadi Lady'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQ0CIHuHUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-bYsV9Db7Dg/s72-c/sadi+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-4756414178230305591</id><published>2008-09-19T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:23:41.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berry Pickin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQmatQlh2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/3tJLITQE1dA/s1600-h/statefair08berrypicking+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQmatQlh2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/3tJLITQE1dA/s320/statefair08berrypicking+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The kids and I went to a farm down in Springville to pick some berries.  We picked some black berries and some rasberries.  I have never pick berries before and I loved it.  Jake eats as many berries if not more then we brought home.  Sage and Sade loved it to be did not eat will picking.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQma7pE-EI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2G--6l7xCYo/s1600-h/statefair08berrypicking+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQma7pE-EI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2G--6l7xCYo/s320/statefair08berrypicking+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQmbHeT8RI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TynEwNWzKXo/s1600-h/statefair08berrypicking+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQmbHeT8RI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TynEwNWzKXo/s320/statefair08berrypicking+199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQmbLx46AI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ftm1Dga8l_4/s1600-h/statefair08berrypicking+212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQmbLx46AI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ftm1Dga8l_4/s320/statefair08berrypicking+212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; 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 More State Fair photos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQlWlFoMDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/THy40QbTm5I/s1600-h/statefair08berrypicking+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQlWlFoMDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/THy40QbTm5I/s320/statefair08berrypicking+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQlWznOtWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/L50AyqtOFSk/s1600-h/statefair08berrypicking+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQlWznOtWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/L50AyqtOFSk/s320/statefair08berrypicking+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-1039462307096914091?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1039462307096914091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=1039462307096914091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/1039462307096914091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/1039462307096914091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/utah-state-fair-part-2.html' title='Utah State Fair Part 2'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQlWTkjBMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/PfbOcHnbK50/s72-c/statefair08berrypicking+161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-2463343202736335664</id><published>2008-09-19T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:17:00.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQk2f_118I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gLzZMOggcsA/s1600-h/statefair08berrypicking+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQk2f_118I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gLzZMOggcsA/s160/statefair08berrypicking+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQk26N4VEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/K2-lLkyoP1g/s1600-h/statefair08berrypicking+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQk26N4VEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/K2-lLkyoP1g/s160/statefair08berrypicking+160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love the Utah State Fair.  The crowds, food, big yellow slide, and the cracker-stacking contest.  This year we did the slide 4 times.  It was great fun, and although the girls look scared everytime we went down they would get to the bottom of the slide and yell again again.  This year we also took second place in the cracker-stacking contest for Jake and Sage age.  Sadi was not old enough but reeped the rewards of eating tons of treats that the Kebleer company give you for winning. The girls also rode some horses and with smiles on there faces told me that they would like to have a horse as a pet.  Sadi horse name was slow Joe and can not quit taking about slow joe.  They way she says it makes me laugh.  Sage horse was named Soda and she thought that it should of had a real name like diet pepsi or diet coke not Soda.  (I wonder what we drink at our home???)&lt;br /&gt;I was fun and we are looking forward to next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQk2iopySI/AAAAAAAAAIY/B-thFuTtljQ/s1600-h/statefair08berrypicking+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQk2iopySI/AAAAAAAAAIY/B-thFuTtljQ/s160/statefair08berrypicking+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQk2q10YHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/chTEME2eKl4/s1600-h/statefair08berrypicking+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQk2q10YHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/chTEME2eKl4/s160/statefair08berrypicking+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-2463343202736335664?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2463343202736335664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=2463343202736335664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2463343202736335664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2463343202736335664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-love-utah-state-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SNQk2f_118I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gLzZMOggcsA/s72-c/statefair08berrypicking+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-7078478005495582478</id><published>2008-09-01T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:01:01.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLysa5lzsKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/UmwM2Q6Pa0c/s1600-h/san+diego+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLysa5lzsKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/UmwM2Q6Pa0c/s320/san+diego+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  For some unknown reason these pictures did not blog I am sure it is not the users fault.  While we were there we purchase some fish to feed the dolphines.  Scot, Jake and Sage got to touch them but Sadi told me that she did not want to touch those big fish because "They will bite me"  She did stand next to Scot the whole time and viewed them from the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLysbE_T91I/AAAAAAAAAH4/DbmycQGLPDs/s1600-h/san+diego+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLysbE_T91I/AAAAAAAAAH4/DbmycQGLPDs/s320/san+diego+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The family picture.  It is so funny to me that when you are in California at one of the parks there are so many polite people who offer to take your picture, but when you are in the parking lot they are mean wild eating machines that want the best spot there is and will hurt you if you get in the way.  The attitude in the park thank goodness is a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLysbFWSSrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/H2Kn13HFkyk/s1600-h/san+diego+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLysbFWSSrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/H2Kn13HFkyk/s320/san+diego+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is the sting ray pond, that even Sadi decided to touch.  When she finally decided to touch one she took her hand out of the water so fast that she nearly jump out of my arms and to the ground.  Sage was not sure that she wanted to touch one either, but she got up enough nerves to do so and all the girls decided that they were just slimy soft creature that not everyone need to touch.  If you ask Sadi about it she will tell you she touch the wing of a sting ray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLysbYzue8I/AAAAAAAAAII/PPvccvK3nEg/s1600-h/san+diego+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLysbYzue8I/AAAAAAAAAII/PPvccvK3nEg/s320/san+diego+210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Shamu rocks was the best show to end with.  It truly did rock!!  Afterwards there were fireworks and it was great.  Fun times in San Diego!!!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-7078478005495582478?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7078478005495582478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=7078478005495582478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/7078478005495582478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/7078478005495582478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/san-diego-part-2.html' title='San Diego Part 2'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLysa5lzsKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/UmwM2Q6Pa0c/s72-c/san+diego+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-2643240619670555721</id><published>2008-09-01T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:45:36.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLyofBzE-iI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GAQZdLRsYCo/s1600-h/san+diego+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLyofBzE-iI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GAQZdLRsYCo/s320/san+diego+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend the flight were very avaiable for us to take a quick trip to San Diego. The kids have never been there and to so we decided to go. We quickly rented a car and hotel Thursday night and off to San Diego on Friday. We had so much fun. When we got off the plane we quickly got our car and off to Sea World we went. We decided to purchase the two day pass and we were very glad that we did. The kids loved it and we have decided that it would be a fun vacation to do again some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sage and Sadi while we were getting the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLyofgPcoCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VnebEIQ8kq4/s1600-h/san+diego+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLyofgPcoCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VnebEIQ8kq4/s320/san+diego+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scot, Sage and Jake on Atlantis getting soaked!!&lt;br /&gt;Sadi was to short but kept telling me that when she grows up she would really like to ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLyof1XdFeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9pzV9eDE0JQ/s1600-h/san+diego+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLyof1XdFeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9pzV9eDE0JQ/s320/san+diego+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the family in front of Atlantis already soaked!! &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-2643240619670555721?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2643240619670555721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=2643240619670555721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2643240619670555721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2643240619670555721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/san-diego.html' title='San Diego'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLyofBzE-iI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GAQZdLRsYCo/s72-c/san+diego+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-2460510845918566758</id><published>2008-08-31T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:23:49.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lodge Pole Camp ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLtSMgYqFuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EOVurBvLDhk/s1600-h/sawyer+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLtSMgYqFuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EOVurBvLDhk/s320/sawyer+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLtSM-YDb9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/pbvrvt1nz3c/s1600-h/sawyer+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLtSM-YDb9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/pbvrvt1nz3c/s320/sawyer+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLtSNGVY-0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/WLOouHLATM8/s1600-h/sawyer+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLtSNGVY-0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/WLOouHLATM8/s320/sawyer+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLtSNHBjxGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vnoRx8fRpzM/s1600-h/sawyer+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLtSNHBjxGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vnoRx8fRpzM/s320/sawyer+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We love to go camping with our family.  In August we usually go with Scot's  family up to Lodge Pole camp ground but this year Jake was not feel so well so we just went up for a day visit.  Her are just some of the smiles that had while we were there!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-2460510845918566758?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2460510845918566758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=2460510845918566758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2460510845918566758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2460510845918566758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/08/lodge-pole-camp-ground.html' title='Lodge Pole Camp ground'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SLtSMgYqFuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EOVurBvLDhk/s72-c/sawyer+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-604787303096437599</id><published>2008-08-17T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:40:42.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadi loves to swim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SKimWfRoPiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8luV0nXpDQg/s1600-h/campingswimlesson+sadi+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SKimWfRoPiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8luV0nXpDQg/s160/campingswimlesson+sadi+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Sadi took her first swimming lessons by herself and she loved it.  She did so good for her age.  She even dared to dunk her face in the water, but everytime she would do it she would go straight down and not get the top of her head wet.  It was so funny.  She even dared to jump off the diving board with a little help of another teacher who would lower her down and then her teacher would catch her without even her face getting wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SKimWyNbvRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NGHhPgNUqQs/s1600-h/campingswimlesson+sadi+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SKimWyNbvRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NGHhPgNUqQs/s160/campingswimlesson+sadi+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                           Sadi age 3                                                                     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SKimW2Jg42I/AAAAAAAAAGo/-ytcENZstZg/s1600-h/campingswimlesson+sadi+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SKimW2Jg42I/AAAAAAAAAGo/-ytcENZstZg/s160/campingswimlesson+sadi+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This is our cousin Zach who took lessons with us.&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-604787303096437599?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/604787303096437599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=604787303096437599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/604787303096437599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/604787303096437599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/08/sadi-loves-to-swim.html' title='Sadi loves to swim!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SKimWfRoPiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8luV0nXpDQg/s72-c/campingswimlesson+sadi+097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-7617733815269694119</id><published>2008-08-07T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:53:01.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wephie lost her brain!!</title><content type='html'>First I must tell you I was listening to phone messages and Wephie had called to ask us if it was ok for her to go and see grandpa and grandma with us instead of staying at home. See earlier  I had asked her is she was going to stay at home today (because I had to go up to my parents home in bountiful to help with sprinklers) and in case of an emergency I tell my kids to call her home.   The conversation went like this&lt;br /&gt;Sage: Wephie has lost her brain!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: What did you just say?&lt;br /&gt;Sage: Wephie has lost her brain!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Why do think that she has lost her brain?&lt;br /&gt;Sage: Because she decided to go to grandpa and grandma home.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: (think think think what is she saying in code???) Oh you mean Wephie has changed her mind, not lost her brain...&lt;br /&gt;Sage:Yes that is what I mean!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-7617733815269694119?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7617733815269694119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=7617733815269694119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/7617733815269694119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/7617733815269694119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/08/wephie-lost-her-brain.html' title='Wephie lost her brain!!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-7827849074335295056</id><published>2008-07-31T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:39:14.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose...Lose...that all the girls wanted....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SJJYp07YtNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/j3xK0P5bDJw/s1600-h/sistercampingstatebaseball+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229339592936174802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SJJYp07YtNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/j3xK0P5bDJw/s320/sistercampingstatebaseball+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SJJYqP8Z3sI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QsT8nbdcpXQ/s1600-h/sistercampingstatebaseball+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229339600188202690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SJJYqP8Z3sI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QsT8nbdcpXQ/s320/sistercampingstatebaseball+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake baseball has finally ended with help from the girls pleading for him to lose. Sage and Sadi have had enough baseball in there lifes then I have in my 3 centuries that I have lived....thanks mom for not having any boys! Jake baseball season started out in April and just ended on the middle of July. He played for the Dodgers again a minor league team which took first place. From there he was selected to play on the all-star team for Riverton. We took 3rd place in one tournament and then when we went to the all-star tournament we took 3rd again which lead us to the state tournament. There we lost 2 games back to back and we were finally done. He is an excellent player. He played catcher for all of the above teams. The girls are just glad that we are done with baseball for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-7827849074335295056?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7827849074335295056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=7827849074335295056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/7827849074335295056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/7827849074335295056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/loselosethat-all-girls-wanted.html' title='Lose...Lose...that all the girls wanted....'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/SJJYp07YtNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/j3xK0P5bDJw/s72-c/sistercampingstatebaseball+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-1065153386843907872</id><published>2008-07-13T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:25:07.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have flowers growing in my stomach?</title><content type='html'>The conversation went like this..&lt;br /&gt;Sage: Hey mom I have flowers growing in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Did you just say flowers like the ones we have outside?&lt;br /&gt;Sage: Yes mom I have flowers growing in my stomach, remember you told me that I like to eat dirt when I was a baby and now I have been eating sunflower seeds at the baseball games, and I just drank water this morning and I have been in the sun this afternoon.  This is what you told me that a flower need to grow right mom.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: I guess that you have flowers growing in your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not believe that this is what she thinks, I was not sure if I should tell her that the dirt that she ate as a young baby was gone now.  I think that is a conversation that I can have with her when I have a lot more time on my hands!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-1065153386843907872?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1065153386843907872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=1065153386843907872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/1065153386843907872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/1065153386843907872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-flowers-growing-in-my-stomach.html' title='I have flowers growing in my stomach?'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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-8971531288819861226.post-5427914018357738102</id><published>2008-07-10T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:31:32.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sage is a pumpkin eater!!</title><content type='html'>Today on the way home from dropping Jake off at allstar baseball practice Sage was wanting me to quiz her on some spelling word that she would get as a first grader.  I asked her to spell Wal-Mart because we were just passing the store and she started to cheat and looked at the sign.  I called her a cheater cheater pumpkin eater.  Sadi, Sage, and I giggled and then I start to quiz her on some new words, like store and sat.  About 10 word later Sadi yelled out Sage is a pumpkin eater... I was amazed that she related the cheater cheater pumpkin eater to Sage eating pumpkins.  She is a smart girl!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-5427914018357738102?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5427914018357738102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=5427914018357738102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/5427914018357738102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/5427914018357738102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/sage-is-pumpkin-eater.html' title='Sage is a pumpkin eater!!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-4591766480755806566</id><published>2008-04-09T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T12:09:11.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors colors which egg should be which color?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_0Tvq3lldI/AAAAAAAAAFk/g96akcACDws/s1600-h/easter08judgesttxshirts+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187324055482897874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_0Tvq3lldI/AAAAAAAAAFk/g96akcACDws/s200/easter08judgesttxshirts+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just arrived home from Disneyland and the thought was to get home and jump in the car and head down to Orangeville for Easter like we have done since we have been married. Well all things are allowed to change especially if it is your 2 year screaming that she wants to go home from the airport all the way home and then when she step into our home she did the we are finally home dance. We thought hard about just going the next morning early but it was in our best interest to just stay at home and enjoy being at home. We did go to the Herriman egg hunt on Saturday morning. We had heard it starts on time and not to be late or there are no eggs left. But when we got there 5 minutes early they were just turning on the microphone and the kids thought that the noise was the start signal and off went the kids, but not mine we were not close enough to the fields. Within seconds all the filled eggs and candy were gone and our basket were still very bare. We decided to go home and color our eggs, which took forever because we are so crafty and had to dip each egg into every color. Sadi decided to take the quick route and just dip her fingers in the dye also. She did not change color either she just stuck with green. That evening we were still pooped and went to bed hoping that the bunny would find us in our home and not in Orangeville. We were very pleased when we woke up the next morning and he had delivered it to the correct address. Candy Candy Candy was the theme of our Easter baskets. We got some books and swimming goggles too!! We had a great Easter and we are glad to be back at home!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_0TxK3llgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xoX5j4nMY_o/s1600-h/easter08judgesttxshirts+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187324081252701698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_0TxK3llgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xoX5j4nMY_o/s200/easter08judgesttxshirts+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_0Tv63lleI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dXTmcziJbc0/s1600-h/easter08judgesttxshirts+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187324059777865186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_0Tv63lleI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dXTmcziJbc0/s200/easter08judgesttxshirts+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_0Twa3llfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Qfsp9kTHVro/s1600-h/easter08judgesttxshirts+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187324068367799794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_0Twa3llfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Qfsp9kTHVro/s200/easter08judgesttxshirts+050.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/8971531288819861226-4591766480755806566?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4591766480755806566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=4591766480755806566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/4591766480755806566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/4591766480755806566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/04/colors-colors-which-egg-should-be-which.html' title='Colors colors which egg should be which color?'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_0Tvq3lldI/AAAAAAAAAFk/g96akcACDws/s72-c/easter08judgesttxshirts+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-282932167820675337</id><published>2008-04-09T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:41:30.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets are kept secrets!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_z_sK3llaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Z7768RfvKaI/s1600-h/easter08judgesttxshirts+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187302005120800162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_z_sK3llaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Z7768RfvKaI/s320/easter08judgesttxshirts+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_z_sq3llbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/U45ZTXbXekQ/s1600-h/easter08judgesttxshirts+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187302013710734770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_z_sq3llbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/U45ZTXbXekQ/s320/easter08judgesttxshirts+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_z_s63llcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/diFmqjmshN0/s1600-h/easter08judgesttxshirts+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187302018005702082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_z_s63llcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/diFmqjmshN0/s320/easter08judgesttxshirts+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember Jake loved to tell me secrets in my mouth and Sage told me secrets by holding my cheek so that my head would not turn, and I could always understand their secrets, but Sadi has a very different way for telling secrets. She cups her ear to your ear and then whispers so quietly that she only knows her secrets. It is funny to see and I took some pictures. Secrets are meant to be kept secrets and no one will every know hers!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-282932167820675337?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/282932167820675337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=282932167820675337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/282932167820675337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/282932167820675337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/04/secrets-are-kept-secrets.html' title='Secrets are kept secrets!!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_z_sK3llaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Z7768RfvKaI/s72-c/easter08judgesttxshirts+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-9213127957150821650</id><published>2008-04-09T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:34:57.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where dreams come true!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_z9fa3llZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gDJK1qzCzEA/s1600-h/DSC_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187299587054212498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_z9fa3llZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gDJK1qzCzEA/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_z9e63llYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LAOD_90PcOM/s1600-h/DSC_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187299578464277890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_z9e63llYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LAOD_90PcOM/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We love Disneyland even more then ever. We went there on a 5 day pass and enjoyed it this time instead of rushing through it. The first day there it was not crowded but as the days passed more and more people enjoyed there vacation time at the same time as we did. We were able to go with Jessica this year and she had not been since we went in high school, so we to enjoyed watching her children have the special magic. As soon as we walked into Disneyland this year we were able to see Mickey and get his Autograph first and out of the way. Prior to going I had ask all of the child which characters we needed to get to make their trip the best. Sage had to get Cinderellas, Sadi Bell, and sad to say Jake told me to just let him ride the screamin 100 time and that would be great. I then told him that I would not need to get him an autograph book, and then later that day he asked if there was a chance that he could maybe get a book just in case. We did succeed in getting tons of autographs even one that meant most to the girls although we had to stand in lines for hours to get in we did it several times. Scot, Sage, and Jake, favorite rides were the screamin and tower of terror (even though Sage cried again she loved it) As for Sadi she hated everything that was dark including the bug's life movie and the 3-D you shrunk the audience movie. She loved the bugs life lady bug spin and held up her hand the whole time on Hymlic ride. She wanted a treat at every corner and dad took pitty on her since she did not get to ride the big rides and had wait for the kids to get on and off the big rides. I on the other had just love being on vacation. The excitment on our children faces every day when they would get up in the morning and the excitment of the rides thrilled me. Scot and I had smiles coming at us around every corner. We also were able to go to the beach a couple of days, but it was so cold that I did not pack my children swimming suits, so that just got their legs wet, but hey an accidental falling in was sure to happen at every beach and it did, Sage took the plug every time poor girl and she was smiles and giggle still today about it.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_z9eq3llXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/k1lByMWjzTo/s1600-h/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187299574169310578" style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="247" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_z9eq3llXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/k1lByMWjzTo/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_z9d63llWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dO333TlESrI/s1600-h/disneyland+08+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187299561284408674" style="WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="176" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_z9d63llWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dO333TlESrI/s320/disneyland+08+059.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-9213127957150821650?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9213127957150821650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=9213127957150821650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/9213127957150821650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/9213127957150821650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-dreams-come-true.html' title='Where dreams come true!!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R_z9fa3llZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gDJK1qzCzEA/s72-c/DSC_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-7473532500997787215</id><published>2008-03-12T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:11:36.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New vegetable and the results!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R9hwOpzU_AI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EyyTusTIxCU/s1600-h/sadidance+and+new+veg+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177011168704003074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="266" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R9hwOpzU_AI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EyyTusTIxCU/s320/sadidance+and+new+veg+022.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R9hv8ZzU-_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/tJv7OjHO5Dw/s1600-h/sadidance+and+new+veg+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177010855171390450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="112" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R9hv8ZzU-_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/tJv7OjHO5Dw/s200/sadidance+and+new+veg+015.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been challenge to eat better as a family. We are doing great but today we had to eat a new vegetable and drum roll.....Asparagus was is. We smelled it and thought that it was going to taste delish, but as you can see Jake did not like it one bit. The results are in the photos!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177011873078639634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R9hw3pzU_BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6Qf2vhfGca4/s200/sadidance+and+new+veg+023.jpg" width="84" border="0" /&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/8971531288819861226-7473532500997787215?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7473532500997787215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=7473532500997787215' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/7473532500997787215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/7473532500997787215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-vegetable-and-results.html' title='New vegetable and the results!!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R9hwOpzU_AI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EyyTusTIxCU/s72-c/sadidance+and+new+veg+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-5519023895598277259</id><published>2008-02-28T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T09:41:22.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8byN18ynQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gtbm03L3HG8/s1600-h/DSC_0045[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172087541715868930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8byN18ynQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gtbm03L3HG8/s200/DSC_0045%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8byHl8ynPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ril3Z5j1ZVM/s1600-h/DSC_0035[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172087434341686514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8byHl8ynPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ril3Z5j1ZVM/s200/DSC_0035%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Mom for all the help you have give me!! I could not have done it without you. I love you!!&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/8971531288819861226-5519023895598277259?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5519023895598277259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=5519023895598277259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/5519023895598277259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/5519023895598277259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/02/thanks-mom-for-all-help-you-have-give.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8byN18ynQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gtbm03L3HG8/s72-c/DSC_0045%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-2560753703007185440</id><published>2008-02-28T09:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T09:34:19.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8bu_l8ynGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ll7feaKwQsY/s1600-h/DSC_0041[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172083998367849570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8bu_l8ynGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ll7feaKwQsY/s200/DSC_0041%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172085037749935250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8bv8F8ynJI/AAAAAAAAADU/br2IAghXtYk/s200/DSC_0055%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8bvIl8ynHI/AAAAAAAAADE/1mu0yS41PKc/s1600-h/DSC_0042[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172084152986672242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8bvIl8ynHI/AAAAAAAAADE/1mu0yS41PKc/s200/DSC_0042%5B1%5D.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;br /&gt;Ribs, I never know that they could cause so much pain. You do not even notice that they are there until you cough hard enough to break one and then you notice them. I broke a rib when I was pregnant with Sage but I was 8 months along, coughed and hard a pop that time. Five years later there was not a pop but a horrible Flu and well I was lucky to have my family near to help me out. Moms, there is no one word to describe my mom. She extended her vacation here in Utah to come and help me stay afloat at my home. I felt bad that she would come and do all the dirty cleaning and I would just watch her do it. THANKS MOM!! I could not of done it without you, I love you!! She even had my kids help her make some dinner and dessert. As you can see I have a fabulous family that took care of me!! We even got to have our violin lesson over at our house. Thanks Wephie for taking Jake to school and coming to sit with me!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8bu6V8ynFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HABT0xRjmHM/s1600-h/DSC_0030[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172083908173536338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8bu6V8ynFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HABT0xRjmHM/s200/DSC_0030%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172084286130658434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8bvQV8ynII/AAAAAAAAADM/Weu7g-BYWuo/s200/DSC_0043%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&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/8971531288819861226-2560753703007185440?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2560753703007185440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=2560753703007185440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2560753703007185440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2560753703007185440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/02/ribs-i-never-know-that-they-could-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8bu_l8ynGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ll7feaKwQsY/s72-c/DSC_0041%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-2684541576888103217</id><published>2008-02-28T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T09:06:41.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sadi is 2 years old and love to compliment you on everything. She told aunt Jessica the other day that she had beautiful eyebrows. She does not just tell you this in a normal way, she has to touch your face with both hands and tell you like she means it. Well the other day I was getting out of the shower and she was in there yelling for me to get out of the shower, and when I did she paused and then told me that I have a beautiful chest. What can I say!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-2684541576888103217?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2684541576888103217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=2684541576888103217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2684541576888103217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2684541576888103217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/02/sadi-is-2-years-old-and-love-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-4636847085570097706</id><published>2008-02-28T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T09:01:44.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8bonV8ym9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/_U7bwU1RlRo/s1600-h/DSC_0125[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172076984686255058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8bonV8ym9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/_U7bwU1RlRo/s320/DSC_0125%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you say to you 2 year old who is forced to watch a show on TV that is for young kids but it is not a cartoon and she picks up on the one thing you thought that she would never pick up on. Yes I am taking about Sadi calling her brother and sister Boobs. There is a funny TV program on Nick called Josh and Drake. Scot and I have sat down and watch it with the kids and think that it is a funny show, except that the young sister calls her two brother boobs when she greets them. So as soon as Sage and Jake get in the car after school, Sadi greets them with hey boobs. Funny yes, should we stop this, yes, but to watch it go on for a while is funny too!!  This is our Sadi is her dress ups!!!  We love you Sadi Ann!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-4636847085570097706?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4636847085570097706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=4636847085570097706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/4636847085570097706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/4636847085570097706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-do-you-say-to-you-2-year-old-who.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8bonV8ym9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/_U7bwU1RlRo/s72-c/DSC_0125%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-6920510852088385839</id><published>2008-02-28T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T08:50:16.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congratulations Wade and Kellie the Wedding was great&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8bmRF8ym6I/AAAAAAAAABc/R0iNX1MbQcE/s1600-h/DSC_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8bmRF8ym6I/AAAAAAAAABc/R0iNX1MbQcE/s320/DSC_0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!   On Feb 16 2008 our nephew Wade was married in the Salt Lake Temple.  We were excited to go since we have been stuck in our home sick for several weeks and to get out of the house on such a special occation was fun.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8bmQl8ym5I/AAAAAAAAABU/CAkBgAt5508/s1600-h/DSC_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8bmQl8ym5I/AAAAAAAAABU/CAkBgAt5508/s320/DSC_0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8bmR18ym7I/AAAAAAAAABk/Rer4cJLbx-M/s1600-h/DSC_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8bmR18ym7I/AAAAAAAAABk/Rer4cJLbx-M/s320/DSC_0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It was also fun to try out my new camera that I recieved on Christmas.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-6920510852088385839?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6920510852088385839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=6920510852088385839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/6920510852088385839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/6920510852088385839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/02/congratulations-wade-and-kellie-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R8bmRF8ym6I/AAAAAAAAABc/R0iNX1MbQcE/s72-c/DSC_0198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-5779018319389349231</id><published>2008-01-29T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:31:41.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R59_Go513qI/AAAAAAAAABE/8qKOy4e6CPk/s1600-h/DSC_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R59_Go513qI/AAAAAAAAABE/8qKOy4e6CPk/s320/DSC_0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We are so excited that our Aunt Wephie is teaching us violin lessons.  Sage asked for a violin from Santa but he did not pull through with the gift, but thank heavens we have such great grandparents that purchase a violin for her instead.  Thanks Grandma and Grandpa Carn!!  When we opened the gift aunt Wephie tuned it for us and asked Sage if she could be her violin teacher is which she reply "No I think that we will get another teacher"  Sorry Aunt Wephie I think that she had no idea that you were so good at violin.  We started our first violin lesson Monday Jan 28 2008.  We have faithfully been practicing  ever since Christmas and now that we have had our first lesson we are pros.  Sadi did not get a violin for Christmas because she is to young to start but has been asking for one since we got Sage's and it is not anyone it needs to be a purple one.  Holy Cow do they even make purple ones???  So in it place we have a fisher price violin.  Sage started to practice hers and put Rosin on the bow and Sadi had to put Rosin on her bow also.  Sage is amazed how well Sadi violin can play and told me that she hope that she can play as good as Sadi violin one day.  You can Sage just give it time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R59_HI513rI/AAAAAAAAABM/AdifkQpni54/s1600-h/DSC_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R59_HI513rI/AAAAAAAAABM/AdifkQpni54/s320/DSC_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-5779018319389349231?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5779018319389349231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=5779018319389349231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/5779018319389349231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/5779018319389349231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/01/violin.html' title='Violin'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R59_Go513qI/AAAAAAAAABE/8qKOy4e6CPk/s72-c/DSC_0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-3948800116456324180</id><published>2008-01-27T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:04:06.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R51GGY513pI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OLhUbGAPTHA/s1600-h/DSC_0103[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160357823614672530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R51GGY513pI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OLhUbGAPTHA/s320/DSC_0103%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peacock have a family goal this year, we are going to memorize the 13 articles of faith. We already have the first one down, and are going to start every family home evening by repeating them all. To make sure that our kids have it down I decided to have them each repeat the first one on their own. Jake wanted to go first and did it great, then we had Daddy say it and then Sage and then myself. We started on the second article of faith and out came a loud cry from Sadi. I made every stop reciting it so that I could get control of Sadi's crying. When I asked her what was wrong she stated " I want to say we believe." I have to remember that even though she is only 2 years old she gets to have a turn too. I am so sorry, I thought that she was just sitting there not listening to the words, when if fact she to almost has it memorized. She is smart for her age!!&lt;br /&gt;draft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-3948800116456324180?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3948800116456324180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=3948800116456324180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/3948800116456324180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/3948800116456324180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2008/01/peacock-have-family-goal-this-year-we.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/R51GGY513pI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OLhUbGAPTHA/s72-c/DSC_0103%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-4184195979437267759</id><published>2007-04-29T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T14:16:36.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There all mine for eternity</title><content type='html'>What do you say to brides that stop to tell you how beautiful your children are? They should be paying attention to their photographers but instead here come my children and they look just beautiful. We were not only stopped my brides but everyone who we walked by commented on my children. Of course Scot and I were just beaming!! We know that our children are beautiful but it never hurt to hear it from strangers. The Wedding itself was just a great reminder of us being sealed for time and all eternity. I think that Scot and I took more from the ceremony then the Bride and Groom did. It was just exciting day for the Peacock children to see in the spring the Temple that their parents were sealed at. Sage kept telling me that she is excited to dress up like a Princess one day and come to the temple to get married. She keep asking Jake if he would play "be married at the temple with her." Oh course Jake reply was typical for a 8 year old "Yuck Sage you do not play married with your sister." &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/RjULNLm8stI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6Lf0UFTlNLc/s1600-h/IMG_2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/RjULNLm8stI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6Lf0UFTlNLc/s320/IMG_2157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would not change one thing with my perfect little angels!!  Many people joke about "hey do you want my kids, I don't."  I will never say that,  I would not give them to you for all the money or materials in the world, they are mine for eternity and I could never be more proud.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-4184195979437267759?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4184195979437267759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=4184195979437267759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/4184195979437267759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/4184195979437267759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/there-all-mine-for-eternity.html' title='There all mine for eternity'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/RjULNLm8stI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6Lf0UFTlNLc/s72-c/IMG_2157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-6294542096808004750</id><published>2007-04-29T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T13:54:21.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My girls!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/RjUF_bm8ssI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P4-BgVcsoa8/s1600-h/IMG_2164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rMri_GRSNQ/RjUF_bm8ssI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P4-BgVcsoa8/s320/IMG_2164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-6294542096808004750?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6294542096808004750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=6294542096808004750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/6294542096808004750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/6294542096808004750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-girls.html' title='My girls!!!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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/_7rMri_GRSNQ/RjUF_bm8ssI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P4-BgVcsoa8/s72-c/IMG_2164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-4689660359218843988</id><published>2007-04-18T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T17:56:20.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tender little ears with a great big heart!!</title><content type='html'>Jake had a baseball game tonight and they lost by one point.  It was hard to lose because we were victorious on the last game by one point!!  When you are on the losing side it hits you hard, even more so when you think it is your fault.  As a mom I yell from the bleachers and I yell loud, I have got some good lungs on me.  I always think that Jake can not hear me because he has his catchers helmet on.  I see where I think that he can do it all by himself and I do not understand the rules of the game.  So I yelled to run the ball across the plate and tag the player by himself instead of the pitcher coming in ever so slowly like they have been to assist Jake when the ball is fouled and the player on third base is sneaking home.  Jake heard ever word that I yelled and came up to Scot after the game was finished and told him that it was all his fault.  Scot look down and could see him start to cry and asked Jake what he was taking about.  Jake so sadly stated "I should of gotten the players out when mom yell to get them out.  It was all my fault."  Scot  pulled him aside and told that Mom was just yelling, that she did not know what she is talking about.  The rules tell you to throw it to the pitcher who should be coming in to assist you during a foul in the game.  Scot told him how great he played and that them losing had nothing to do with Jake way of playing the ball.  He throw excellently and caught great, and most proudly he had one of the best hit of the game.  It flew over second base and he brought three player home and also he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stoled&lt;/span&gt; second, third and  proudly home. I just need to remember and know that Jake little ears are so tender and he hears me when I am anxiously yelling things that do not always make sense.   He looks up to me and wants to always do his best for my sake.  I can not tell you of what a great kid I have.  I could of not asked for a betters first child, son, and someone that our daughters look up to.  He sets such a great example for not only his sisters, but for me and his Dad.  He is intelligent, has great common sense and he is a  handsome guys who is already stealing young girls hearts.  He smiles and I just melt as a mother.  Jake I love you and am so proud of all your accomplishments.  I could not of ask for anything better for my first child, you have paved a path for your sibling to follow and it is a great path, I am just proud to be your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-4689660359218843988?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4689660359218843988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=4689660359218843988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/4689660359218843988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/4689660359218843988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/tender-little-ears-with-great-big-heart.html' title='Tender little ears with a great big heart!!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-3702999850776401191</id><published>2007-03-29T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T13:41:23.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad days for mom...Happy for Sage</title><content type='html'>Today was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; orientation, which means my little Sage is growing up.  I had to hold back the tears because all she could do was be excited that she will get to go to school and bring home homework like Jake.  She had picked out her outfit days ago and then woke up early to ask me "When is it time for me to go to school Mom?"  To which I replied "after Lunch."....Then we ate breakfast and the same question came, "When am I going to go to school", to which I replied "after lunch."  And can you believe it came up again, not just once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she had to chance to think for a couple of minutes "When am I going to school Mom?"  to which I replied "Never because you are my little girl and I can teach you everything, you do not want to go to school because I will not have any fun without you at home and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sadi&lt;/span&gt; will miss you also".  "But Mom she replied I am growing up and I need to go and have fun at school, and be like Jake and have homework. You can play with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sadi&lt;/span&gt; all day long."   Oh how I miss her already and school has not started.  The years flew by to quickly and I can not believe that my Sage is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;.  I know to many people, who want their children to go to school so that they can have peace at home, and I do not want my children to go.  I love them so much when they are around, I wish that I could have them near me 24/7 so that I do not miss anything that they do, and guard them from the nasty people out there in the world.  I know it is best that she goes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; but I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; miss the talks that we have every second of the day, and I mean that every second of the day there is a great story that she is telling me.  Or she is telling me everything that she has done wrong or right she lets me know it.  It will be quiet at my home until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sadi&lt;/span&gt; figure out how to put full sentence together.  I Love You Sage!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-3702999850776401191?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3702999850776401191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=3702999850776401191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/3702999850776401191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/3702999850776401191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/sad-days-for-momhappy-for-sage.html' title='Sad days for mom...Happy for Sage'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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-8971531288819861226.post-8213477955977863762</id><published>2007-03-29T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T13:37:33.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whos going to do it?</title><content type='html'>I am in the middle of working up stair right now, doing some overtime, and all I can hear downstairs in arguing.  As I listen a little closer to what the yelling is about all I can hear is my two oldest yell "No it is not my turn" and the other yelling back "I am not going to do it."  They are just not talking, they are the point the neighbor can hear our conversation, and then Jake yelled "I am not going to whip it"  and Sage yells back "Those are huge burgers I am not whipping it either."  The yelling continued on for another minute until Jake whipped it and apparently did not get all the snot and Sage had to clean up the rest of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sadi's&lt;/span&gt; face.  I am so glad that we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sadi&lt;/span&gt; so that Jake and Sage will have thing to argue about!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-8213477955977863762?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8213477955977863762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=8213477955977863762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/8213477955977863762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/8213477955977863762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/whos-going-to-do-it.html' title='Whos going to do it?'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-3315078249142122113</id><published>2007-03-19T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T13:20:49.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears or Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was not sure what to think when the friend, (who you think is a friend,) tells you that he will treat your son as if he was his own, and will make sure that he gets on the same baseball team with him and then he does not succeed.  Last night March 10,  we got a call from our friend who told us the bad news and then proceed to let us know that he took the roster over the coach that picked him up and told the coach to pick anyone from the team so that he could have Jake and the other coach told him no.  I as a mother thought the ball is in my court and I can ok the trade or even deny the trade.  But when I talked with my 8 year old son Jake, the ball had left my court and was in his court only and he wanted to play with friends.  He loves baseball and he is good, but when it comes to the choice of playing with friends who play ball or meeting new friends and playing ball with a good team, his friends win.  I am not sure if he was just fearing to make new friends which he is well liked, and making new friends comes easily or if he just wanted to stick with his comfort zone.   The coach who originally picked him was on the winning end of the teams, he placed first last year and has been watching Jake for the last 2 years waiting to pick him up.  Jake and Scot had even decided to play horrible during tryout and still the coach was watching and knew that we had Jake mess up the tryouts to get on a friends team.  Jake was so sad that I had to told him that the other coach had picked him up.....He would rather lose and have fun with his friends, then win and not have his good friends play with him at all!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-3315078249142122113?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3315078249142122113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=3315078249142122113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/3315078249142122113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/3315078249142122113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/tears-or-fears.html' title='Tears or Fears'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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-8971531288819861226.post-2369139359000411450</id><published>2007-03-19T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T13:15:20.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A piece of Heaven</title><content type='html'>I just know and for goodness sakes, have always known that a little piece of Heaven is in my presents.  Today when I was in Primary sitting with my class it was singing time and we were about to start a song "I am trying to be like Jesus".  This is a pretty song and all,  but when some beautiful blue eyes started looking at me I could see my Sage excited about the song that we were about to sing.  See Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wephie&lt;/span&gt; (or some of you know her by Stephanie) taught us how to sign the chorus of this song.  You could see the the excitement start to crawl into her fingers as she got them ready for the first word to sign which was Love. That is when it hit me for the trillionth time in my life of what a precious child that I have been given to watch over and take care of.   I could not believe that I was crying over such a funny little thing such as signing a song, but sometimes my emotions just get so full that just the little things hit me and the tears come to the surface.  I watched her with tears in my eyes as she signed the song.  Then my Sage proceed to give me a thumbs up to let me know that she got through the song signing it.  Thanks Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wephie&lt;/span&gt; for teaching us how to sign!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-2369139359000411450?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2369139359000411450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=2369139359000411450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2369139359000411450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/2369139359000411450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/piece-of-heaven.html' title='A piece of Heaven'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</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-8971531288819861226.post-6982427929187279004</id><published>2007-03-11T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T10:26:07.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bookmark fit for a Giant!</title><content type='html'>I remember when doing book report that you would read and book and then do the report about the book, just on a regular 8x10 paper.  Well just to let you know now a days you do not do just a book report.  Jake has now done a shadow box, a advent boxes, and then today the dreaded book mark.  I am not sure exactly how to get enough information about the book that was read, into the size of a book mark, so we just super sized the book mark. &lt;br /&gt;It is now the biggest book mark I have ever seen.  Jake folded a 12x12 paper in half and VOILA it is now a book mark.  Holy cow it is a book mark for a giants books.  He also gets to dress up like the person that the book was about.  It is baseball season and who other to do a book report on then the BABE.  He is excited to be take his bat, gloves and also his catcher mask to switch between them and tell his class mates all about BABE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-6982427929187279004?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6982427929187279004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=6982427929187279004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/6982427929187279004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/6982427929187279004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/bookmark-fit-for-giant.html' title='A bookmark fit for a Giant!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-1361353811178238061</id><published>2007-03-10T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T19:19:22.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nail Biting times!!</title><content type='html'>I alway knew that my mother was nervous when we tried out for everything.  I knew that she just wanted the best for us in all that we did and are still doing. But never in my wildest dream did I know that axienty would play such a huge roll.  Jake is 8 years old and we have decided to play him up to miner is baseball this year.  You are not suppose to be in miners until you are 9.  He missed the cut off date just barely, and Scot decided that it was be alot more fun if he could keep playing with his friends that he goes to school with.  So yesterday we went to purchase him a catchers glove and a new catchers helmet and then axienty kick in.  What happens if they play him in the field and what happens if they do not play him at all!!  This is all just speculation.  He is such a excellent player, and that is not just my thinking!!  I have heard this from alot of our friend and family too!  I sure he would be fine but man oh man is my stomach turning and it is not even try outs yet.  I just hope that he gets a coach that know what a great player he is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-1361353811178238061?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1361353811178238061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=1361353811178238061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/1361353811178238061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/1361353811178238061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/nail-biting-times.html' title='Nail Biting times!!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-3966074280409024688</id><published>2007-03-09T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T13:26:49.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C-T-Right not the Left!!</title><content type='html'>While getting Sage dressed one morning she was commenting on a lesson that she had been given in church. "Mom I like to Choose the Right it make me happy." said Sage. Being the proud mother that I am I commented "Sage I am so glad that you love to choose the right that makes me happy." Sage talk a little longer on how she love to choose the right and how it made Jesus and Heavenly Father happy. Then came the burst to my good mommy teaching the right things bubble. Sage stated "I am glad that I choose the right mom because a lot of my friend choose the left. (and while raising her left hand) Aspen and Becca (Sage friends) like to choose the left mom and I do not know why because you are suppose to choose the right! Needless to say Sage and Mom had a good conversation the rest of the day on how to Choose the Right and not the WRONG!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-3966074280409024688?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3966074280409024688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=3966074280409024688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/3966074280409024688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/3966074280409024688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/c-t-right-not-left.html' title='C-T-Right not the Left!!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971531288819861226.post-6786185400984454043</id><published>2007-02-28T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:41:23.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971531288819861226-6786185400984454043?l=threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6786185400984454043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971531288819861226&amp;postID=6786185400984454043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/6786185400984454043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971531288819861226/posts/default/6786185400984454043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlepeacocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18427820675635539586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
