tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684667173976376822024-02-18T23:34:34.805-08:00The Gunnersons... Life As We Know ItThe Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.comBlogger145125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-10008504921983739992012-11-20T12:50:00.000-08:002012-11-20T13:03:30.193-08:00Family PicturesA little while ago, just as the fall colors were popping, my good friend <a href="http://jenniferprescottphotography.blogspot.com/2012/11/happy-halloween.html?showComment=1353444293041#c4519355558002372987" target="_blank">Jennifer</a> agreed to the massive task of taking pictures of my family. She did SUCH a good job, and I love how the pictures turned out.
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I'm trying to decide which of our family picutes I want to print out on a canvas wrap. </div>
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I need everyone's opion. So let me know which you like best of our family!</div>
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I know that my opinion is biased, but I think these are the cutest kids EVER!</div>
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This is my favorite, but Rick is too traditional to like it. He doesn't get the pose at all. </div>
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I love the hazy light in the backgroud of these pictures.</div>
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There are SO many textural elements here. I think it turned out beautiful.</div>
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As you can see, Liv and Evie were DONE. I felt so bad that she was not cooperating!</div>
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All the McNeil grandboys. SO HANDSOME!</div>
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Yep, Liv and Evie are not having it. Oh well, those girls are still beautiful.</div>
The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-43652535132099578602012-11-06T14:15:00.000-08:002012-11-06T14:15:25.283-08:00Happy Fall, Y'allYay, it is still fall. November 6th and winter hasn't set in yet. In honor of the lovely fall weather I thought I would post some of the fun and exciting things we did this fall!
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Happy Halloween!</div>
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Luke chose to be a zombie.</div>
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Liv was a darling little ladybug.</div>
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Little ladybug didn't get to go out with the boys, instead she and dad (stinkbug) handed out candy.</div>
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The cutest little mummy.</div>
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At the Chokecherry kids run. Noah had to give it his all to come across the line first!</div>
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Eli didn't care about winning, he just cares about the fun.</div>
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On your marks...</div>
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Post-race with the spoils of their victories.</div>
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Luke's streak of getting first place came to an end this year. Oh well, second isn't too shabby.</div>
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Firtst day of 5th grade. </div>
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Chillin' out before the first day of 1st grade.</div>
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Waiting for the bus. Noah is in the Spanish immersion program this year and loving it and learning a lot!</div>
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We had a wonderful night at the Brigham City Temple Open House.</div>
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A forever family</div>
The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-29199948847826531982012-09-26T10:03:00.000-07:002012-09-26T10:03:03.799-07:00Don't Blink<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Dont blink. Because if you do you might discover</div>
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That your first little baby boy is growing into a young (handsome!) man...</div>
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That your beautiful, black-haired baby can light up your world with his laugh...</div>
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That your sweet, good natured little baby can keep up with the big boys... </div>
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And that your precious baby girl is no longer a baby.</div>
The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-82553453073849389042012-08-29T08:49:00.000-07:002012-08-29T08:49:33.823-07:00Before Summer Ends...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Before summer ends, I guess I better document that we DID actually have a summer! Unfortunately in all the fun, busyness, and excitement of summer I rarely took my camera anywhere! So I've searched all my loving family members blogs in order to "borrow" pictures! Thanks, Mom, Chelsea, and Jadi for the pictures! I'm not going to give much detail, I think the pictures say enough, otherwise we could be here all day recapping the ENTIRE summer in one post! So sit back and enjoy re-living summer, before it ends!</div>
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My wonderful mom took my sisters and I out for the night! We had SUCH a good time at the Nashville Tribute Band concert. Not sure what I did more of, singing or crying. LOVE their music!</div>
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I was so proud of Jack and Eli! They rode their bikes the WHOLE way through the kids parade on the 24th of July. What big boys!</div>
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It wouldn't be summer without a trip to Bear Lake. As always it was amazing! </div>
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Eli, the digger with the hat, never stopped "working"!</div>
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These boys have spent ALL SUMMER together. If Chelsea is at work, they are with me. If I am at work, they are with her. BEST FRIENDS!</div>
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Relaxing with a popsicle after a hard day of play!</div>
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Don't let this angel face fool you!</div>
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Summer means farming! Good thing Grandpa has so many helpers.</div>
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Grandpa takes ALL the kids for a ride at the Bisel Family reunion. I think a few more kids climbed on before he actually left. What a daredevil!</div>
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During the reunion we stained the fence that is in front of the property my Great Grandpa and Grandma settled over a hundred years ago.</div>
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Playing in the mud and washing off in Grandma's creek can't be beat.</div>
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We got as much use out of our Seven Peaks passes as we could! (Though we might try one more time before they close!!!!!)</div>
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I had the BEST childhood growing up around so many cousins. Now we only get to see each other a couple of times a year. But when we get together it's just like old times. I'm pretty sure we could stay up all night talking and being silly just like we did twenty (something) years ago!<br />
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Second generation of cousins, playing all the same games their parents did.</div>
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We had a great Gunnerson family reunion at the cabin. It has been a couple of years since everyone has been together, and we had a WONDERFUL time!</div>
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Getting bigger every year!</div>
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All the Gunnerson grandkids with Grandpa and Grandma.</div>
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Liv had a fun time at the cabin playing with shoes! Her favorite pasttime. </div>
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Eli takes a whack at the pinata.</div>
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So there you have it, our summer in one post. It has been a great summer and we were able to spend so much time with our families making memories. I hate to see it end. Good thing it will come around again next year!</div>
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A very original title, I know. But nothing else really seemed to fit these two random events! At the end of May my baby sister had a beatutiful baby girl, Ayla Noelle. Liv just LOVES Noelle so much and always wants to be holding her. We call them ebony and ivory, and just adore how different they are. Noelle takes after her mom and dad with her beautiful olive skin and dark eyes and hair. Liv takes after her dad with his fair skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes. So different, but both so cute!</div>
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Liv is SOOOO happy to be holding Noelle.</div>
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I hope Noelle can survive so much "love" from Liv!</div>
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It didn't seem that long ago that Liv was my precious newborn. </div>
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Ah, the pinewood derby. A right of passage for any Cub Scout. Although we knew about the Derby for quite some time, our busy lives kept Rick and Luke from doing much work on the car until just the night before! Rick was actually out painting a second coat after midnight! </div>
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Luke's car was on the end in lane six. Yep, my little cougar went with a blue and white BYU design! Suprisingly, being a BYU fan here in Utah puts you in the minority. I'm so sad that Luke has actually come home from school upset because of what kids say about him liking BYU. Oh well, I just tell him that we are nice no matter what. But I seriously almost got in a fight during the Derby when some Utah fans actually BOOED Luke when he won an award for biggest cougar fan. Really? You are gonig to BOO a 10 year old boy for his pinewood derby car? Really? It just goes to show the CLASS of Utes. Classy, really classy.</div>
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They had quite the set up going for the Derby. Everything was computerized and official! All the cars raced in every lane and all the times were automatically entered into a computer so we could have results down to the hundredth of a second! </div>
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Here is Luke with his awesome BYU car!</div>
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Luke didn't win, but did come in sixth. There were 41 entries, so he was actually very happy with how he placed. He won most of his heats, so he came away feeling very proud of his car.</div>The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-67663327918591171052012-05-10T09:50:00.002-07:002012-05-10T09:50:56.976-07:00Life on the Farm<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Most people know I was raised on a dairy farm. I have many wonderful memories of working alongside my dad, mom, brothers, sisters, and grandparents as we did all that goes into living on a farm. One thing that I remember well is bottle feeding new calves. I can still smell the sweet smell of the milk, feel the warmth of the bottle in my hands, and smile when I think of letting the calves suck on my fingers. As I've said many times, one reason that Rick and I were eager to move back to Utah was to allow our children to have many of those same experiences. My dad recently lost a mother cow who had just had a calf. This calf now needs fed twice a day from a bottle. With a quarter acre fenced off, a shed for protection, and three strong boys, our home was the best place for this calf to come. It's quite a responsibility to take care of a calf, but that is what I love most about life on the farm... learning how to work and be responsible. The boys have really taken well to this new responsibility, even being irritated with me for mixing the milk for them when they KNOW how to do it. Thanks to my mom for the wonderful pictures of the boys learning to feed the calf. To see more pictures of this day, and hear her version of the story click <a href="http://earlandbilliesue.blogspot.com/2012/05/adopption-on-farm.html" target="_blank">here.</a></div>
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Elijah and Evan watch as Luke goes to try his hand at feeding.</div>
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Noah pays close attention as he waits for his turn.</div>
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As the oldest grandson, I'm sure this is the first of MANY learning opportunities on the farm.</div>
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This expression is permanent on Elijah's face. He's the happiest kid I know!</div>The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-40557444821025165222012-04-20T11:44:00.001-07:002012-04-20T11:44:50.490-07:00Christmas in AprilI feel like most people out there have completely given up on blogging. I haven't. I mean, I wasn't intentionally giving up. I just got too busy, then too far behind, then too unmotivated. Well, I'm back! And since my last post was Christmas Eve, this post is about Christmas. Yes, even though it's April. Hopefully you will stick with me over the next few months as I play catch up!<br />
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My little Christmas Doll</div>
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<br /></div>The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-77264508713073122002012-01-05T11:20:00.000-08:002012-01-05T11:40:10.085-08:00Christmas Eve<strong><em>WAY</em></strong> back when I was in high school, my mom decided to start our family Christmas tradition with a Christmas Eve dinner. She wanted to make sure that as we grew up, got married, and had children we would know that Christmas Eve was a special time with our family. And what a special time it is. We always have an amazing candle lit dinner, a program, and open a "special gift". Early on, the program was short and consisted of each of us playing a little something on the piano. As we got married we sometimes threw in our spouses. One year Rick and I even mixed things up with a recorder duet! Now that we have children we are off the hook and get to sit back and enjoy watching our children perform. This year in addition to the program we had a wonderful nativity program complete with speaking parts, vocal solos, and beautiful violin music. I'm so greatful to my mom for the traditions and memories that we have and continue to make.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy_BhJyWCZuLB634jys6tR_Nf9VYaEiBIbWjA2VhexZFWYn8nwr3iXv6Bo-EWyruhXlBpjiyLQk4lDPoelm9P-CGU55pVkdS8pC_qsO2YRfva9Y_ZJZ7CKzp4WfEW4YzFdWH8mwFMfEnY/s1600/SANY0133.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694230467498809362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy_BhJyWCZuLB634jys6tR_Nf9VYaEiBIbWjA2VhexZFWYn8nwr3iXv6Bo-EWyruhXlBpjiyLQk4lDPoelm9P-CGU55pVkdS8pC_qsO2YRfva9Y_ZJZ7CKzp4WfEW4YzFdWH8mwFMfEnY/s320/SANY0133.JPG" /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a></p>All the grandkids in their new Christmas pajamas.<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlbBpssKxmjuX27QdvwifZJZXrxTbcFZY4E1lq3PtmgKD1dBFOjnDEJKUUmZAtuR0S-wg56hYKF9hdWYpagH0a9jZByu9CV9ZCz5gnIK-FbLNRLR8IV1Tuz1dC6zgQkynsq0ywoxwt1VA/s1600/SANY0135.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694230481691032226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlbBpssKxmjuX27QdvwifZJZXrxTbcFZY4E1lq3PtmgKD1dBFOjnDEJKUUmZAtuR0S-wg56hYKF9hdWYpagH0a9jZByu9CV9ZCz5gnIK-FbLNRLR8IV1Tuz1dC6zgQkynsq0ywoxwt1VA/s320/SANY0135.JPG" /></a>You may have noticed in the above picture that Noah was really doing his best posing for the camera!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0RRQpeMUdOWAe5nZ5usChaSABBoRtcIkGZ0g3OK8LVchMya18o6L2gPiz3ZpWGeGf3D7apM6PMXMRHQmRJsBkgb92VEm8uPVvL1GCDLz0R-CmH7c0zKPFwjoSO2dwJmnPcyThr5b7iXI/s1600/SANY0127.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694230454720358434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0RRQpeMUdOWAe5nZ5usChaSABBoRtcIkGZ0g3OK8LVchMya18o6L2gPiz3ZpWGeGf3D7apM6PMXMRHQmRJsBkgb92VEm8uPVvL1GCDLz0R-CmH7c0zKPFwjoSO2dwJmnPcyThr5b7iXI/s320/SANY0127.JPG" /></a>The nativity cast.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVBhTWYpUx9n3eToCuLAsY0SS5RyFtAwpqkoSWpVSFt59hm6wCVbcTODPqh1no64SilP94gyypZASEKZsda4w5BNChEfJV7o0Cm_h6J75zkavi8-XM5kihd_4-0BMN2XpyxUgAlSE4Isc/s1600/SANY0126.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694230450452617154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVBhTWYpUx9n3eToCuLAsY0SS5RyFtAwpqkoSWpVSFt59hm6wCVbcTODPqh1no64SilP94gyypZASEKZsda4w5BNChEfJV7o0Cm_h6J75zkavi8-XM5kihd_4-0BMN2XpyxUgAlSE4Isc/s320/SANY0126.JPG" /></a> Here are my little cuties! </p><br /><br /><p align="center">Luke was the wisest wiseman, Noah was Joseph (and couldn't have been more pleased that Mia was Mary), Elijah was the happiest little shepherd (despite what he looks like in the picture), and Liv was a beautiful angel (just like she really is!).</p><br /><p align="center"><br />I was so proud of Noah because his part included singing a solo. I was certain that he wouldn't want to do it so I made Luke practice it just in case. But, Noah practiced and practiced and performed his heart out that night. It might have been a little off pitch, but to me it was perfect. Elijah also sang a solo (which was suppose to be a duet with his partner shepherd who really just wanted to be a pirate and left the production in tears) and if you listened REALLY carefully, you could almost hear him! Oh well, it was the best a little shepherd boy could do. </p><br /><p align="center">The food was amazing, the program was great, the nativity was touching, but the best part of the evening was spending time with my family. The best gift ever!<br /></p>The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-42976843701001684352011-12-22T13:12:00.000-08:002011-12-22T13:22:59.050-08:00Let the good times start!Christmas is just three days away and I'm not sure who is more excited, me or the kids! Last night Chelsea invited us all over for the first of MANY parties yet to come. She totally out did herself with cookies, candy, and gingerbread houses. I'm not sure how she does it all while tending MY baby girl! The kids had a blast frosting cookies, decorating gingerbread houses, drinking caramel apple cider, playing together, and eating gumballs by the dozen. Thanks Chelsea. You are always one for a good time.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd_2gPVcPsvEuyWG5CFOVmiVbelznX2WPuIaeFJj5L2iKJGsZMrLeJXiVgn8CHDve1ePpnibwJYMH-aI5ZGSUYaaN_5C7D9a0mQW3b9u72bjd34IiwFh0zJKT4T1xhEKiGNTAYsV93OD4/s1600/SANY0109.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd_2gPVcPsvEuyWG5CFOVmiVbelznX2WPuIaeFJj5L2iKJGsZMrLeJXiVgn8CHDve1ePpnibwJYMH-aI5ZGSUYaaN_5C7D9a0mQW3b9u72bjd34IiwFh0zJKT4T1xhEKiGNTAYsV93OD4/s320/SANY0109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689066014454877650" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBXGbUfOgFo3OkNld1bamEl3cWDjTcAJv8qotSkTRMDE4LKJOAR9mZ8mDTWPOp8Muuo4HZ4Laucoofn2eMcl-38q85rD9Bj44POVGP5e_wpkIorxMxtQZrn1_AUSzb2QjXzBOOGtx4B6c/s1600/SANY0105.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBXGbUfOgFo3OkNld1bamEl3cWDjTcAJv8qotSkTRMDE4LKJOAR9mZ8mDTWPOp8Muuo4HZ4Laucoofn2eMcl-38q85rD9Bj44POVGP5e_wpkIorxMxtQZrn1_AUSzb2QjXzBOOGtx4B6c/s320/SANY0105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689065756698699330" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8DulzgGrQpxJwP0kgX8kIeoW4zvJGYP-6y6OTjWcNeeAgXD9qVxCM5IPW9cS1kqgVeal-tvjjAGTlw4KQJe0S3NsRWcNMFYWkO-4r3EViAc6dKihrw0_N5ysLNtkXCegMYGApFz50RaQ/s1600/SANY0111.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8DulzgGrQpxJwP0kgX8kIeoW4zvJGYP-6y6OTjWcNeeAgXD9qVxCM5IPW9cS1kqgVeal-tvjjAGTlw4KQJe0S3NsRWcNMFYWkO-4r3EViAc6dKihrw0_N5ysLNtkXCegMYGApFz50RaQ/s320/SANY0111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689065731330166498" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherrHFH5ViwvcdbvCbg54unORqPZmAIUxjrnchdDQ0gJWiL6pS8HcisHFnkyePIaxxFT369SzJg9Zyukbdkj35t0I0IuFxA0eR75G3LlAEUexn7c9BqhRQqNZJgIgL9PiiuKkVVYixRXg/s1600/SANY0112.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherrHFH5ViwvcdbvCbg54unORqPZmAIUxjrnchdDQ0gJWiL6pS8HcisHFnkyePIaxxFT369SzJg9Zyukbdkj35t0I0IuFxA0eR75G3LlAEUexn7c9BqhRQqNZJgIgL9PiiuKkVVYixRXg/s320/SANY0112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689065716152200754" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKmk0YrFuzU4RIUSM_H4C4F2WvJir9MyUEnEg8iyzrZcd7yIRmREuzy6s740aCE0eL7XmFO_9y9sLDgzWeVpWsva7BH6Y4luoAgWkubyG-sziOJKaY15xoTAyJATklB3c3zOPlzxz_Z5Q/s1600/SANY0115.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKmk0YrFuzU4RIUSM_H4C4F2WvJir9MyUEnEg8iyzrZcd7yIRmREuzy6s740aCE0eL7XmFO_9y9sLDgzWeVpWsva7BH6Y4luoAgWkubyG-sziOJKaY15xoTAyJATklB3c3zOPlzxz_Z5Q/s320/SANY0115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689065709262038274" /></a>The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-77903121681896706032011-12-13T10:48:00.000-08:002011-12-13T11:13:45.998-08:00Are you smarter than a 4th grader?I don't remember 4th grade being too hard, but in the last couple of weeks I have learned that apparently I am NOT as smart as a 4th grader. The first experiece that led me to believe this was a simple science experiment, growing a sugar crystal. When Luke brought the assignement home we woked together to follow the instructions, but after 4 days we still didn't have a crystal starting. My guess was that we didn't "saturate" the water enough, so we started over. Again after three days we still didn't have a crystal starting. I decided to look up some more detailed instructions online and was sure that we could get this darn crystal growing. Rick worked with Luke on the third attempt and once again we failed to grow a crystal. I tried once AGAIN, this time with a skewer (as opposed to yarn) rolled in sugar. This was the internet's best suggestion for getting your sugar crystal to grow. Four days later and nothing. Five days. Six days. Seven days, I poured out the whole sugary mess and called Luke's teacher to report that he would not be bringing in a sugar crystal, although we made many attempts!<br /><br />Luke had strep throat the week of Thanksgiving and missed the whole week of classes leading up to the break. I stopped in one morining to get his homework and his teacher explained the math homework to me and said what a hard time the students were having catching on to the new way of doing multiplication. New way of doing multiplication? Don't we just multiply and regroup? Nope. That is WAY old school. Way 1980's. Now we use "friendly numbers", "communitive property", "half and double". There were seriously 5 different ways for the students to do their multiplication, none of which included regrouping. No wonder why the kids were having such a hard time. I couldn't even remember the many steps of each different way of doing things. I had to keep referring back to the teacher's copy that she made for me. I guess I understand that this new math isn't about knowing how do math, it is about UNDERSTANDING how to do math. Big difference. For instance, way back when kids start learning addition, they are now taught to do "double plus one", or "double minus two", or even "number families." Silly me, I still just add on my fingers! Back to the Thanksgiving math homework. I was getting annoyed to death with these new ways of doing things. At one point I thought that I had it broken down well enough <br /><br />Me: Now you have it broken down and you just have to multiply 10 by 3.<br />Luke: I can't do that, mom.<br />Me. Yes you can. You know that when you multiply any number by 10 you just have to add a zero to the end of the number.<br />Luke: I know that, but we aren't suppose to do any double digit multiplication. I can't do 10 x 3.<br />Me: JUST WRITE IT DOWN!<br /><br />Honestly? Luckily Luke was actually pretty good at this "new math" and figured most of it out without my help. But, even with Luke's help even I couldn't figure one question out. It was a story problem which not only did you need to figure out, but then it said "Sally got 1020 for her answer. What did she do wrong and how would you tell her to fix it." I HONESTLY couldn't figure it out. <br /><br />What did Sally do wrong?<br /><br />She doesn't know how to multiply and regroup.The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-35422224614590314912011-11-17T08:34:00.000-08:002011-11-17T09:03:42.224-08:00Hilarity/InsanityIn raising children there seems to be a healthy dose of both hilarity and insanity. I've found the best thing to do is try to find the hilarity so as NOT to be driven to insanity.<br /><br />For some reason I have been cursed with picky eaters. Dinners at our house have been unpleasant since Luke was about 3 years old. He is slowly growing out of his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">pickyness</span>, just in time for Noah to pick it up. Let's just say that as INSANE as it can make me, there have been a couple of HILARIOUS moments with our picky eaters.<br /><br />When Luke was about two years old I was tying to get him to eat some chicken noodle soup for lunch one day...<br /><br /><em>Me: Luke, you need to eat one bite of that soup or I am going to give you a spanking.</em><br /><em>Luke: (with a big sigh) Just spank me, mom.</em><br /><em></em><br />The rule in our house is no seconds or dessert until you eat everything on your plate...<br /><br /><em>Me: (seeing Noah slyly reach for the bowl of broccoli, which he happens to love) Noah, you may not have any more broccoli until you taste your chicken. And remember that you will not get dessert unless you eat everything on your plate.</em><br /><em>Noah: (in a most unpleasant tone) Fine, then I won't eat any ice cream if I can't have more broccoli.</em><br /><em></em><br />Sometimes my kids get upset about the MOST RIDICULOUS things...<br /><br /><em>Me: Noah, please go get me a towel. Noah, please go get me a towel. (I repeat many times to a child who apparently is deaf) Noah, please go get me a towel.</em><br /><em>Elijah: (running into the room with a towel) Here, mama (yes, he still calls me mama!)</em><br /><em>Noah: (throwing himself on the floor and yelling) I WANTED TO GET THE TOWEL!!!!!!</em><br /><em>Me: Seriously???!!!</em><br /><em></em><br />It seems that my life <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">consits</span> of wiping. Noses, bums, counter tops, floors, toilets etc. You name it, I've wiped it. Jack had been with us for four days while Chelsea was working, and on day four a funny little situation played out...<br /><br /><em>Jack: Aunt Olivia, I need to go to the bathroom.</em><br /><em>Me: <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span>, go get on the potty.</em><br /><em>(Time <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">elaspement</span> of 5 minutes)</em><br /><em>Jack: (calling from the bathroom) I'm <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">dooooooone</span>....</em><br /><em>Me: Can't you wipe your own bum, Jack?</em><br /><em>Jack: Nope</em><br /><em>Me: Well who has been wiping your bum for the last few days?</em><br /><em>Jack: (looks at me like I'm speaking Chinese)</em><br /><em>Me: Jack, who wiped your bum yesterday when you were at my house?</em><br /><em>Jack: I just went pee.</em><br /><em>Me: Okay. (I then proceeded to wipe his bum and noticed that indeed he must have only gone pee for the past three days as was evident by what he had just done!)</em><br /><em>Jack: (after getting off the toilet and witnessing what I just saw) Aunt Olivia, does log rhyme with dog?</em><br /><em>Me: (Trying my HARDEST not to laugh) Sure does buddy.</em><br />(Sorry about the bathroom humor, but it was SERIOUSLY hilarious!!!!)<br /><br />The other night my cousin Laura got married (CONGRATS LAURA!). Chelsea and Jack rode to Salt Lake with me and the boys, and on the way home Jack and Elijah could NOT stop fighting. They were fighting over singing/hurting ears, touching each other's car seats, pulling on each others car seats, coughing/hurting ears, who's penny was who's, being cold/hot...<br />After 40 minutes of the constant fighting I finally pulled over and got Elijah out of the car and put him in with Rick (who was following us). I had no sooner gotten back into the car when...<br /><br /><em>Jack: (Crying his eyes out) Now I don't have anyone to talk to. I'm lonely. </em><br /><br />Chelsea and I just looked at each other and laughed... so we wouldn't go INSANE!The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-8052922330191524432011-11-01T11:33:00.000-07:002011-11-01T12:07:44.950-07:00Happy Fall 'YallOkay, get ready for picture overload. I guess that is what happens when you don't blog for over a month. So much has been going on, here is a little taste of life around the Gunnerson's house this fall.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRJXUdElgvd_BmH7WhvdePddHMMGRsF0TutXr0aRipFb9OAq6u_w7cHURSV1pTQdVJD3EcLb_mWz3WqjVGZt6KKIy2ayPrIhjGXkJnFdh6PMR0U8YneFaTXSauGmAeueavDSLu6Ae3Tz4/s1600/SANY0041.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670102149986498914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRJXUdElgvd_BmH7WhvdePddHMMGRsF0TutXr0aRipFb9OAq6u_w7cHURSV1pTQdVJD3EcLb_mWz3WqjVGZt6KKIy2ayPrIhjGXkJnFdh6PMR0U8YneFaTXSauGmAeueavDSLu6Ae3Tz4/s320/SANY0041.JPG" /> <br /><p align="center"></a>Livvy had her first taste of real food. That is if you can call rice cereal real food. She has since also had sweet potatoes and mashed potatoes. She is getting way to big, and I find myself just holding and kissing her as much as I can.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7olWvA-MOVDBvNRO04uAHDrpnirQvguA_JRk6KRJA8WVANaFqzlDN-rnAgNvusuQeerUu3PpQcoN55L7FU_olnTKRIKbmmZiNEHGvy0tMNonuOjsFlWH7V9uXKh7D-DxbsLWO6vJwlX4/s1600/SANY0043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670099306573946930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7olWvA-MOVDBvNRO04uAHDrpnirQvguA_JRk6KRJA8WVANaFqzlDN-rnAgNvusuQeerUu3PpQcoN55L7FU_olnTKRIKbmmZiNEHGvy0tMNonuOjsFlWH7V9uXKh7D-DxbsLWO6vJwlX4/s320/SANY0043.JPG" /></a><br />Noah turned six on October 20th. The kids were all out of school for fall break so we decided to spend the day at This Is The Place State Park. It was such a nice day, and Noah was so happy to spend it with his best friend/batgirl... Mia.</p><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxdm1fbPwIpx3FTfnrGSlsv_Kb_pbyTfA8E4ES0SUBsvUIFxqiRrc2xhZZaXpFjNZiWtVeIBwvEEJW0R2sDiV5s9pxv_g2vU_WTKfZiWKjXcJ2lEhsYt7H49aXiZhDB-_NSVxTxHx0PQ/s1600/SANY0052.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670101119752206386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxdm1fbPwIpx3FTfnrGSlsv_Kb_pbyTfA8E4ES0SUBsvUIFxqiRrc2xhZZaXpFjNZiWtVeIBwvEEJW0R2sDiV5s9pxv_g2vU_WTKfZiWKjXcJ2lEhsYt7H49aXiZhDB-_NSVxTxHx0PQ/s320/SANY0052.JPG" /></a> Liv is such a great baby and just let me take her along all day.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW48Wd9iZA6zL5Y5wKHf2oANuuDTAoWy58mUWYqIvZR1BesYgKH3FlZNiAQLsqennmiiYyMalR8HaSb4k34026wGregInCpYVcC_oC5UR_gM2slM5mfHyQ0waF2eVns1OliIRN8G7d0Pw/s1600/SANY0045.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670098999481011938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW48Wd9iZA6zL5Y5wKHf2oANuuDTAoWy58mUWYqIvZR1BesYgKH3FlZNiAQLsqennmiiYyMalR8HaSb4k34026wGregInCpYVcC_oC5UR_gM2slM5mfHyQ0waF2eVns1OliIRN8G7d0Pw/s320/SANY0045.JPG" /></a> All the kids working together to pull the handcart. They couldn't even budge it up this little hill!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaFqkqXyeCJjqOyNLX33Sv4sCztvv3dPGaQXvDUBfUrDOBRsAc-kEXX4VR6tvb1taOyrem3wfUYwu5MPdVBwHubLKj00p5JMUz31ntHd9v6Lvwxa05YyfGyfTeKzd8duwzSTwn8e6AyE4/s1600/SANY0046.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670101117957937586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaFqkqXyeCJjqOyNLX33Sv4sCztvv3dPGaQXvDUBfUrDOBRsAc-kEXX4VR6tvb1taOyrem3wfUYwu5MPdVBwHubLKj00p5JMUz31ntHd9v6Lvwxa05YyfGyfTeKzd8duwzSTwn8e6AyE4/s320/SANY0046.JPG" /></a>The birthday boy!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYlgJxZmqSUVf_leOeBo5MiOrQRD5SL5dD1ffuWrxFKO9bv-KZoaTtPNGzeUPeDYUcs5GybGpmK4ATWmDRMwd5QmexBZcPZFfBQ6K5L69twMk8jElkvnimvud49nphVg5dSpBDAiISNrQ/s1600/SANY0050.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670098972731342386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYlgJxZmqSUVf_leOeBo5MiOrQRD5SL5dD1ffuWrxFKO9bv-KZoaTtPNGzeUPeDYUcs5GybGpmK4ATWmDRMwd5QmexBZcPZFfBQ6K5L69twMk8jElkvnimvud49nphVg5dSpBDAiISNrQ/s320/SANY0050.JPG" /></a> It was a beautiful fall day.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MxlotSy4GTnS-X5_eUKNXrG7eOq6ZrbS6DoB0VLW30aToKc7PBPk2kPy4N9kRVjQXOC-PGZ47S5yy25Y9km9d2theV1LovkpHHf1dIXA-EXvh4oh0r_mHem4W1TAt2Jqia0NezNH9CY/s1600/SANY0064.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670098955656619378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MxlotSy4GTnS-X5_eUKNXrG7eOq6ZrbS6DoB0VLW30aToKc7PBPk2kPy4N9kRVjQXOC-PGZ47S5yy25Y9km9d2theV1LovkpHHf1dIXA-EXvh4oh0r_mHem4W1TAt2Jqia0NezNH9CY/s320/SANY0064.JPG" /></a> Noah was fearless at the petting zoo. Actually I'm sure the animals were a little scared of him.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5qfjJm3ihMx5lOi_Obq9-oczAMSFMMrXDB61ebrY6hOIueeb7LZAOHEEMGdnWvj4IEMABPFrojo42wxiBt8bWllM19LLQkYh3oPhV4JyalUp1An2erEjChPyiLefjNNSKFOaVPOz5l9o/s1600/SANY0063.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670098115604906962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5qfjJm3ihMx5lOi_Obq9-oczAMSFMMrXDB61ebrY6hOIueeb7LZAOHEEMGdnWvj4IEMABPFrojo42wxiBt8bWllM19LLQkYh3oPhV4JyalUp1An2erEjChPyiLefjNNSKFOaVPOz5l9o/s320/SANY0063.JPG" /></a> When we were at the petting zoo I just stood back and wondered why I pay to bring my kids to a petting zoo when we have two goats and a sheep of our own, and two neighbor dogs and cats who often come over for a visit. Basically we ARE a petting zoo!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXyFbG682vZuhKd9fJOwYh8OoeUoOOhyHvs2DDA_D5vikpogPUzTRxeDa6c2Igp_jlOcK8BURm0aAvQWs5SZvbhn4oraZNNwI_TeVFpRPZ65p2mpAejb7nw2VeucZDzv4fzesUkSH973k/s1600/SANY0069.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670098077263479442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXyFbG682vZuhKd9fJOwYh8OoeUoOOhyHvs2DDA_D5vikpogPUzTRxeDa6c2Igp_jlOcK8BURm0aAvQWs5SZvbhn4oraZNNwI_TeVFpRPZ65p2mpAejb7nw2VeucZDzv4fzesUkSH973k/s320/SANY0069.JPG" /></a> Having fun in the leaves.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPOY24XSpIyly9M1wqvAreQqUNlX1Id9SBwNqHBsLCHsuxnzRnzNuPwohct_-2JfkzZfK72l2EoWdGSDfdQoXiUm4n0ibIVpgWi5DXB_Gmp9uKJcUjvYREtLbqWV5RNHCoSWx8eK0DEd8/s1600/SANY0072.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670098061014786946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPOY24XSpIyly9M1wqvAreQqUNlX1Id9SBwNqHBsLCHsuxnzRnzNuPwohct_-2JfkzZfK72l2EoWdGSDfdQoXiUm4n0ibIVpgWi5DXB_Gmp9uKJcUjvYREtLbqWV5RNHCoSWx8eK0DEd8/s320/SANY0072.JPG" /></a> Aiming right for me...of course!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTOqEVhyphenhyphenlLypjeiKywNbB_zWTeMSi0lHu1bKvhvVdj5q1_HmsXDY_J-BqMRkwd5nsO5LSpuzlfasWnqHGRBPcqbpT4W_LQTPpNoVYu1z2cO9WQFyQ4d1hFl1iRruNJbI67yq-BTg9PR5A/s1600/SANY0068.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670101134282553794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTOqEVhyphenhyphenlLypjeiKywNbB_zWTeMSi0lHu1bKvhvVdj5q1_HmsXDY_J-BqMRkwd5nsO5LSpuzlfasWnqHGRBPcqbpT4W_LQTPpNoVYu1z2cO9WQFyQ4d1hFl1iRruNJbI67yq-BTg9PR5A/s320/SANY0068.JPG" /></a> Oh I just love this handsome little face! </div><br /><div>(Bruises, bumps, and scratches and all)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdtqYwJRrHJ5issIded3ycSpcPp2BThwO_8jSujEk9Yl7DaJcmkFztlRxEBuxesPQFLWAXrisJdyHnZHOSaakIVbnzHohLX7oZzXraLez6ZZHh_5pbeQTbRJuzqI4QU9aXf1SCHF1IWGY/s1600/SANY0076.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670098053944721650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdtqYwJRrHJ5issIded3ycSpcPp2BThwO_8jSujEk9Yl7DaJcmkFztlRxEBuxesPQFLWAXrisJdyHnZHOSaakIVbnzHohLX7oZzXraLez6ZZHh_5pbeQTbRJuzqI4QU9aXf1SCHF1IWGY/s320/SANY0076.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><br /><p align="center">My mom had a wonderful fall party in her backyard for before we lost the warm afternoon sun. We ate delicious soup, visited, and enjoyed being together in the beautiful mountians.</p>The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-17484022842939388892011-09-13T10:24:00.000-07:002011-09-20T12:41:35.694-07:00Daddy's Girl<div>I guess it's only fair. I mean, all of my other children look like me (or my brother!). I couldn't expect to have that much strength in the gene pool. Eventually one of my children was bound to look more like their dad. Now Rick has one he can finally claim...his daughter! Yep, even though we thought that Liv looked just like me when she was born, the older she gets the more she starts to look like Rick. I hear it everywhere we go. "Wow, that baby sure looks like her daddy." "Oh my, she looks just like Rick!" "Well, isn't she daddy's little girl." Last night at dinner Rick was holding Liv on his lap and letting her suck on a piece of cantaloupe. Rick loves cantaloupe. I detest it. So here is further proof that Liv is truly turning out to be Daddy's girl. We were all laughing so hard at Liv sucking the juice out of her cantaloupe. Whenever Rick would take it away, she would instantly start crying until he put it right back up to her mouth. I took a darling video of her, but of course I cannot make it load. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Fortunately</span>, this picture is cute enough to get the idea!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654528368608328818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOlNM2Xzga4mfz5qE-nzV-TLFGk7bAvA8fS2PM83A5ofs93WEc3u0k7Z3SaH0kl5cWpM9wxqBkCBOYOF1S8iHv1HyAfUwrn_gdoRZXso_um_pbvlxrLVl0HuOcsYkQp753VWSdo_6zAg/s320/038.JPG" /></div>The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-5510251254468697182011-09-01T13:36:00.000-07:002011-09-01T14:02:00.834-07:00Back to School
<br />Where did the summer go? Didn't it just start? It's hard to believe that school is already here. I love the freedom and fun of summer, but I also love the structure and schedule of life during school. Both Luke and Noah have been very excited for school to start...and so have I!
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<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvrUfq0jrPCDuJwEmSJ9K9b4exlbzXmsMBzdqCg3jse0fmjvK_BTVwuHHK2Cgg43ctyQ7BaTbyxCzzDBZZ8_X1jIQFMGWjOXQJhqykSTvqSvHNB4T9jMHrdE1JD3uReEf2lrH9BkAqmU/s1600/SANY0009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647494253008576802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvrUfq0jrPCDuJwEmSJ9K9b4exlbzXmsMBzdqCg3jse0fmjvK_BTVwuHHK2Cgg43ctyQ7BaTbyxCzzDBZZ8_X1jIQFMGWjOXQJhqykSTvqSvHNB4T9jMHrdE1JD3uReEf2lrH9BkAqmU/s320/SANY0009.JPG" /></a> This boy has been ready for school since his "BFF", Mia, went last year. Needless to say, he was extreemly excited to be going to Kindergarten.
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1RZoqewXNGkvQrzi9oSRb_TbnuPSEjmgnzq-T5FwhKl0h2znFZD7Qd75RWdpkLetkX0dckJSBXwnzqDbK1eYkSeVJPPt4lhEeUKGcb1ubS8eY6Pq8N4Zkk-F5kvEoCp_umUr1pLCwNFU/s1600/SANY0007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647493392336503794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1RZoqewXNGkvQrzi9oSRb_TbnuPSEjmgnzq-T5FwhKl0h2znFZD7Qd75RWdpkLetkX0dckJSBXwnzqDbK1eYkSeVJPPt4lhEeUKGcb1ubS8eY6Pq8N4Zkk-F5kvEoCp_umUr1pLCwNFU/s320/SANY0007.JPG" /></a> I LOVE Noah's face in this picture. For all the trouble he gives me, he is very loving. He has been the MOST loving big brother Liv.
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZXrKEWkpKc54x1sb1nLcEPNbh1HlYHno_mX-XtjZCR7sdf8tHq1PQU-gv_JANkczl1oQKIJseNpwjizbua8255sHe1-4cA2RIB7gLPtxfJJ1Vq6IgP8pc2G0eORQUct8Oo5RDfNfr0Z4/s1600/SANY0006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647493386327427058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZXrKEWkpKc54x1sb1nLcEPNbh1HlYHno_mX-XtjZCR7sdf8tHq1PQU-gv_JANkczl1oQKIJseNpwjizbua8255sHe1-4cA2RIB7gLPtxfJJ1Vq6IgP8pc2G0eORQUct8Oo5RDfNfr0Z4/s320/SANY0006.JPG" /></a> Noah gets on the bus at the babysitter's house since I am at work. Elijah, along with all of the other kids, walk him out to the bus stop. Poor Elijah was convinced that he was going to "tinderdarten", and was pretty disappointed when he wasn't going to school. Thankfully Marianne took pitty on him and started pre-school a week early so he could say he goes to school too.
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDqrDe6RnVAgcpbXIDWfh6eulpW7ogJ_v7QRM_1pG6dLjElkT91YzuXXGeEfp9bA_Vdj0YsAGeiFORyNBc-dNFoHfQWwSRKTnoWiCwpSnIyqDUmSH4ju_nmvukEaoPzoUkMXuL8Ksv7ZU/s1600/SANY0005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647493384394612066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDqrDe6RnVAgcpbXIDWfh6eulpW7ogJ_v7QRM_1pG6dLjElkT91YzuXXGeEfp9bA_Vdj0YsAGeiFORyNBc-dNFoHfQWwSRKTnoWiCwpSnIyqDUmSH4ju_nmvukEaoPzoUkMXuL8Ksv7ZU/s320/SANY0005.JPG" /></a> Ready and waiting for the bus.
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Apw7fj1gOuBirLroPeB6LLjaJIMFghixlO_LcXr0gSuttRdptCufxKEKvM7Guzg0kvOmGlaWSchpbWsFLECR2sToWV_8N-jamhP6IZwXFjKZGe-W0SLTBqLYXSaiZbW8QE6nr5a-KBQ/s1600/SANY0013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647494264613851522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Apw7fj1gOuBirLroPeB6LLjaJIMFghixlO_LcXr0gSuttRdptCufxKEKvM7Guzg0kvOmGlaWSchpbWsFLECR2sToWV_8N-jamhP6IZwXFjKZGe-W0SLTBqLYXSaiZbW8QE6nr5a-KBQ/s320/SANY0013.JPG" /></a> After I got Noah on the bus I drove to the school so I could see him go into class. As those kids walked by I could not believe how tiny they seemed. Noah is actually one of the bigger ones!
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAK7Qzgjs0jzE-BzUhrZ5w0_gLWJ-3j1b4eI1_2oDTARPcDFqIECyEjDIUyIXo_FaTnOk4pakVtCKmpb8-b0TbOxLrNm-5_oCzYNSamWx1MmusQH4KA15SVXUB4Mg3bTRRCTpCIUTqGMw/s1600/SANY0010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647494260412968386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAK7Qzgjs0jzE-BzUhrZ5w0_gLWJ-3j1b4eI1_2oDTARPcDFqIECyEjDIUyIXo_FaTnOk4pakVtCKmpb8-b0TbOxLrNm-5_oCzYNSamWx1MmusQH4KA15SVXUB4Mg3bTRRCTpCIUTqGMw/s320/SANY0010.JPG" /></a> One week is in the books, and Noah has LOVED every minute of school. I was a little worried about Noah going to school because, let's be honest, he has um... "impulse control" issues. But, he has done SOOOOO well. My fears were unfounded. I asked him how he could be so good at school but still has a hard time making good choices at home. He told me he was good in school because he didn't want to go to the principal's office. He then proceeded to say we needed a principal at home!?!
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguCVE6JFTFAe4N5t7j63GctplYDYo71f2qoDfpIdv9jkTDFBEXOFyC_0VC6BJesl-DhMiuFK_DEC2dCkYHTS145wzZe3WGBPE_dCmgiAqGMRtLlQ6BmYmQRCvZCU7FEkStmjYTqUYs9wk/s1600/SANY0035.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647493381189092674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguCVE6JFTFAe4N5t7j63GctplYDYo71f2qoDfpIdv9jkTDFBEXOFyC_0VC6BJesl-DhMiuFK_DEC2dCkYHTS145wzZe3WGBPE_dCmgiAqGMRtLlQ6BmYmQRCvZCU7FEkStmjYTqUYs9wk/s320/SANY0035.JPG" /></a>Fouth grade. Last year in Elementary School. This boy has gotten so big. I am so lucky to have him as a help with the younger boys and especially Liv. This picture is actually a re-shoot of the first day of school. All of the pictures I took that morning didn't turn out too well with the sun and shadows.
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9AlpQqcy7CbeUbQFU3Pyjunqi7sQmzBNwXTOeSiDCL5-GjFyyY24ZAQ61TBRfOS2DeI5Z-or6BFGx1mEEBFIAMoiQInzlAf67cmn0rFTdLzI38WiCrTTJVL0MzQQl0_-VvuSI3k985TE/s1600/SANY0003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647493372664613154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9AlpQqcy7CbeUbQFU3Pyjunqi7sQmzBNwXTOeSiDCL5-GjFyyY24ZAQ61TBRfOS2DeI5Z-or6BFGx1mEEBFIAMoiQInzlAf67cmn0rFTdLzI38WiCrTTJVL0MzQQl0_-VvuSI3k985TE/s320/SANY0003.JPG" /></a> Here's the best actual first day of school picture! He got glasses last school year once his teacher informed me that he couldn't see the blackboard. He looks so smart and grown-up in them.</div>
<br /><div align="center">Luke and I have been a little scared of 4th grade, based on all of the reports we have had from others. It didn't help when he found out that he got the most strict teacher in 4th grade! So far, Luke has really liked her and managed to stay out of trouble. You may not think that Luke is possible of getting in trouble in class, but you would be mistaken! He seems to have difficulty keeping his mouth shut! He is constantly in trouble for taking in class. A chip off the old block, I say! So far, so good for this year. He told me, "Mom, Mrs. Benoit doesn't know that I talk in class, so if I just don't do it then she will never know." Good idea. No need to let your history follow you into your new class! We'll see how the rest of the year goes. </div>
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<br /><div align="center">What a fun time to see them so excited and eager to get to school and learn. I love it!</div>The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-6602027476970891102011-08-04T13:37:00.000-07:002011-08-04T13:50:41.287-07:00Liv's Beautiful Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-yRn8FmmJkH3suMZ6DMhZhAyL4QVfpLxzZuRyumQJLUHPWt1Luztp1EOh-rVJm-jVZbhWZs8U4O399RdmLjkbJXvMOIKNIXVDGj0cener3uP-G8arFP3-TAuyDl4gI2Y_2szz954nAI/s1600/DSC_0260.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-yRn8FmmJkH3suMZ6DMhZhAyL4QVfpLxzZuRyumQJLUHPWt1Luztp1EOh-rVJm-jVZbhWZs8U4O399RdmLjkbJXvMOIKNIXVDGj0cener3uP-G8arFP3-TAuyDl4gI2Y_2szz954nAI/s320/DSC_0260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637105383190955474" /></a><br />Before July comes to a close (shhhhh, I know it's over! My life just runs a few days behind schedule), I wanted to post pictues of Liv's beautiful blessing day. She was blessed on the 3rd of July, and we were so lucky to have our families with us. Even though Lee and Joan live across the world, they have been able to make it to Luke's baptism and Liv's blessing. I am so grateful that they did. It wouldn't be the same without them. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2TqNk2Uy1BH03n4h-tIX9HJXNQEw6Jf4be5MBrpl6vr1qAEn95TU8e_epuXPIIuR9OCj5VWCj54uXYFsJZgv2ggwrr3ihTYLTFRpupxv_G29fHPtlTsoZGmPiuF92VSg-C1R4TxLj_4E/s1600/DSC_0281.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2TqNk2Uy1BH03n4h-tIX9HJXNQEw6Jf4be5MBrpl6vr1qAEn95TU8e_epuXPIIuR9OCj5VWCj54uXYFsJZgv2ggwrr3ihTYLTFRpupxv_G29fHPtlTsoZGmPiuF92VSg-C1R4TxLj_4E/s320/DSC_0281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637105388164637138" /></a><br />Isn't Liv's dress beautiful? If you can believe it, it was made by her Grandmother. When I first stated thinking about Liv's blessing I decided I would just ask Billie Jo if I could borrow the blessing dress she has. But when Evie's blessing rolled around, Billie Jo couldn't find the dress and ended up borrowing a friend's. I looked around online to see what I could find as far as blessing dresses go, and was shocked to see that they were SOOOO expensive. I almost just sucked it up and bought one, considering my beautiful baby deserved one, but then I remembered what an excellent seamstress my mother-in-law is. I asked Rick if he thought she would be willing to do it and if he would be willing to ask her! They both agreed. With nothing more than a request for a blessing dress, Joan found a pattern and got to work. The dress called for lace over almost the entire dress, and apparently lace is a rarity in the Philippines. When she wasn't able to come across any lace, Joan decided to make her own. Yes, she crocheted the entire lace part! The dress turned out unbelievably beautiful. I had tears in my eyes when they brought it out the day before the blessing. What an amazing talent. I cannot think of anything that could make a special day even more special. Thanks to those who came to share it with us, and thanks to Grandma Gunnerson for the heirloom.The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-32403368393407987162011-07-14T09:54:00.001-07:002011-07-14T10:09:17.423-07:00Dear Blogging World,<div>Dear Blogging World,</div><br /><div>Hello? Are you still there? It seems like you haven't been around much lately. It wasn't too long ago that I could turn on my computer and find that 5 or 6 of my favorite people posted something new, and I could spend a good hour catching up on what they were doing. Now it can be 5 or 6 days before ANYONE updates. Some of my past posts have had as many as 20 comments, letting me know that my friends and family find me important enough to check in on, and to let me know they did. My last post had merely 5 comments. For the past four years I have enjoyed having you in my life so that I could stay in the lives of so many of my best friends whom I never get to see (miss you guys!). I even love seeing and hearing from friends and family that I am around nearly everyday. I have never seen some of the babies my dear friends have had in real life, yet thanks to you I feel like I know them. I understand that life is busy, trust me I know. I just hope that this is a "slow" time in the life of blogging, and not a death.</div><br /><div>Hope to see you again soon,</div><br /><div>Olivia</div><br /><div>P.S. I couldn't possibly do a post without adding a picture of my darling little girl. Here she is all dressed up for the 4th of July. Two months old already!</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlC6c1g5VnG0V7IrSrTVV2x-pt4wfA_rIyVCp3NxRWN2s4dHH_Dqi5oupkC9LGYxPMS0tM_BOIItl-8bQLFraOihjnstOIe3tjUHU9RGGE71QwMH6qHf5QkAeRP3u0QxsAWZYp0DdTwPE/s1600/Liv+4th+of+July1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629255653265609154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlC6c1g5VnG0V7IrSrTVV2x-pt4wfA_rIyVCp3NxRWN2s4dHH_Dqi5oupkC9LGYxPMS0tM_BOIItl-8bQLFraOihjnstOIe3tjUHU9RGGE71QwMH6qHf5QkAeRP3u0QxsAWZYp0DdTwPE/s320/Liv+4th+of+July1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUoUhdkGopyaUjiDGWdPcDSFrFOImjErln5rBFu1EPegjbPNvp9981ZKLhGeZagKvQ0rVewxelJpL7j3jg87ducxk_4BrBye3iTqQW1ce8o28r0tn954ScXtOI8xmn9uw15zLjScS10-U/s1600/Liv+2+months.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629255652708888210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUoUhdkGopyaUjiDGWdPcDSFrFOImjErln5rBFu1EPegjbPNvp9981ZKLhGeZagKvQ0rVewxelJpL7j3jg87ducxk_4BrBye3iTqQW1ce8o28r0tn954ScXtOI8xmn9uw15zLjScS10-U/s320/Liv+2+months.jpg" /></a>The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-26906326428744199312011-06-29T11:17:00.001-07:002011-06-29T11:44:02.430-07:00RandomnessI have had good intentions of updating my blog for over a month. I've thought of many cute little things I could blog about like, "signs of summer", "adventures in swim lessons", "Happy Birthday Elijah", and "my beautiful babies". But like so many things in my life I never seem to get around to it. So today I will do a mash-up (LOVE Glee) of all of those good intentions.<br /><br />On Sunday, Rick had a meeting before church, so for the first time I had to get all four kids and myself out the door and to church before 9 am. I didn't even notice when I was getting them dressed that I coordinated them so nicely. When we got home I decided to snap a few pictures before they ran in the house to change their clothes.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk4ssQ7ITnEqe29DyknEsZxKQOb8n1r29-4Xt2MFHey7xKJq4UJC07ZBrbKhMQM06CCtshO3lXntLW0SRZUGWOvJ6qAT9AQY8WC-UCrDAAr8aoC1505MKlkn4alt0ez3wlVcVGA20RmRg/s1600/DSC_2258.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623708375375372498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk4ssQ7ITnEqe29DyknEsZxKQOb8n1r29-4Xt2MFHey7xKJq4UJC07ZBrbKhMQM06CCtshO3lXntLW0SRZUGWOvJ6qAT9AQY8WC-UCrDAAr8aoC1505MKlkn4alt0ez3wlVcVGA20RmRg/s320/DSC_2258.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3-AUUe4Kp92nxgu073wHXWgQPiD2ruOmKrFw-v33j9Z9bcRez1c7RzTYxA16sYDbubhxR-Bzm8QSI22yLY8Z6A9xGFpSKwU4Zh3v1d_Xyu7Kxa7ANBKe1g_j-F1lesJdKosJ19kZyfcg/s1600/DSC_2251.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623708362012106642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3-AUUe4Kp92nxgu073wHXWgQPiD2ruOmKrFw-v33j9Z9bcRez1c7RzTYxA16sYDbubhxR-Bzm8QSI22yLY8Z6A9xGFpSKwU4Zh3v1d_Xyu7Kxa7ANBKe1g_j-F1lesJdKosJ19kZyfcg/s320/DSC_2251.JPG" /></a><br />On June 18th Elijah turned three! If you ask him he will tell you he is three AND a half. I guess it's because I've been calling him two and a half for so long, so he naturally thought that on his birthday he would be one year older...three and a half. He is still the happiest most easy going child that I have. He almost always has a smile on his face. Even though he is three, he is still kind of hard to understand. I understand most of what he is saying, but others have a harder time. Just the other day he was trying to tell Jack something very important, but Jack just kept saying, "huh?" He doesn't say his initial GR sound or K sound, so we all love to hear him ask for gram crackers. It always comes out dam dackers. Oh, I just love this boy.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5zgynQOS6Rr4bAklQfNcV36dv23Q9PJ8plHw7os4dS79CTdSDF0r7SePhIUYgPx7UChStiJb-aAWypVm9ey8hgCq7gT5i1MXn9Tx1FvFNUzFUe7QzoLDDUW0sDc26scXUXILn7R2J6I4/s1600/DSC_2239.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623708357168669730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5zgynQOS6Rr4bAklQfNcV36dv23Q9PJ8plHw7os4dS79CTdSDF0r7SePhIUYgPx7UChStiJb-aAWypVm9ey8hgCq7gT5i1MXn9Tx1FvFNUzFUe7QzoLDDUW0sDc26scXUXILn7R2J6I4/s320/DSC_2239.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmkGU9fMU5rlFkzTh2CuDvDB8U2_SdwvAUFsUyVuv4QR6sEeV4udje6ecFXJZF-zbW8M5fhv8C-PwkTPp1nZSOKZrPxNydyWVRnSTnzKp9UH3Vnsy6LMhC4INGRXCsE7X_V-XuWkNcUuk/s1600/DSC_2235.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623708061605268466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmkGU9fMU5rlFkzTh2CuDvDB8U2_SdwvAUFsUyVuv4QR6sEeV4udje6ecFXJZF-zbW8M5fhv8C-PwkTPp1nZSOKZrPxNydyWVRnSTnzKp9UH3Vnsy6LMhC4INGRXCsE7X_V-XuWkNcUuk/s320/DSC_2235.JPG" /></a> Noah was the only one who got to have swimming lessons this year. I figured that Luke gets them at school, and Elijah can wait another year (like when I don't have to be in the pool with him!) On the first day it was evident that Noah was a little beyond the rest of the class, who was still working on putting faces in the water. When we came the next day they let him go into the next class. He has always loved to play in the water and is totally fearless, but he also loved to learn to actually swim. He did a great job and loved every minute of it.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5qIOn2bugEBMGgDABkwn6cpp_5K1DzCV0XSIM83jjRSQ6QEKwe7w9bUaS0IM2CDLlVKzPDKiQGBlqdvJ-g0cISg54NK2esH2y_uHXds9re89DNGNoSDi2RWhJJcSPm5jJeY-Yu28sHE/s1600/DSC_2232.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623708050959743586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5qIOn2bugEBMGgDABkwn6cpp_5K1DzCV0XSIM83jjRSQ6QEKwe7w9bUaS0IM2CDLlVKzPDKiQGBlqdvJ-g0cISg54NK2esH2y_uHXds9re89DNGNoSDi2RWhJJcSPm5jJeY-Yu28sHE/s320/DSC_2232.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd0-N4oJCvn0eQuOVhDc1KVQ7mai7vFiTgIkH9o1VLVcuGJw6xA4gmDjiZ2fVn6mAOOYNKgA1JO4aaJHlIpJ_B0-kfxnam7brzqfJWX_c8rjDG2NTbD9y2sZA8PpBq4bZfVMFw7aOU0Ic/s1600/DSC_2231.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623708034113590962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd0-N4oJCvn0eQuOVhDc1KVQ7mai7vFiTgIkH9o1VLVcuGJw6xA4gmDjiZ2fVn6mAOOYNKgA1JO4aaJHlIpJ_B0-kfxnam7brzqfJWX_c8rjDG2NTbD9y2sZA8PpBq4bZfVMFw7aOU0Ic/s320/DSC_2231.JPG" /></a> On a sad note (a very sad note), we lost our camera a month ago while we were at Lagoon. Not sure how it happened, but when I went to get our camera to take some pictures of Liv at one month...no camera to be found. Lagoon was the last place we had it. The only saving grace was that I had forgotten to put the memory card in the camera before we went to Lagoon, so at least we still have the pictures that are on the card, just no camera. I still wanted to take some pictures of Liv, so I sneaked next door and stole my neighbor's camera to do the job. I haven't had any time to edit the picutres yet, but wanted to show everyone my beautiful baby and her handsome big brothers!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil-geYwl4wGRrClxI57rowNtpdEP7ZpxTS5enottbhwEdho2BlDyREaa-G4xjdjUi8_eoo4dDxiKehO49GgnvOmFtY9Kv-m1bASF4gv7Nr9h1USiLSgDdH8H5IVE6MMXO9ScslEnYXJOQ/s1600/DSC_2213.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623708029752946066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil-geYwl4wGRrClxI57rowNtpdEP7ZpxTS5enottbhwEdho2BlDyREaa-G4xjdjUi8_eoo4dDxiKehO49GgnvOmFtY9Kv-m1bASF4gv7Nr9h1USiLSgDdH8H5IVE6MMXO9ScslEnYXJOQ/s320/DSC_2213.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSeA1c77fU8Lh6Yz8PomOMGLDk4JLGNmynT_KT2_zUCjtuQJYWUA-cYFHGJ_J9wnW2hfS4GNMURuA8OqTjXrIoJMhyphenhyphendraZ-oZvS9pUUYHkQMTGNgt2XjZlvfVcVBNkqEa0kN0orveyes/s1600/Liv+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623708023837007330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSeA1c77fU8Lh6Yz8PomOMGLDk4JLGNmynT_KT2_zUCjtuQJYWUA-cYFHGJ_J9wnW2hfS4GNMURuA8OqTjXrIoJMhyphenhyphendraZ-oZvS9pUUYHkQMTGNgt2XjZlvfVcVBNkqEa0kN0orveyes/s320/Liv+2.jpg" /></a> It is unbelieveable that next week is the 4th of July. This summer is FLYING by. Hopefully I will be able to post again before it is gone, but I'm not making any promises.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-28307828233407719652011-05-20T15:02:00.000-07:002011-05-20T15:17:14.396-07:00Pictures of LivSo far Liv has been a very good baby and aside from being a little sleep deprived, I am feeling great. The boys LOVE her so much and rarely leave my side. The day I came home from the hospital I started crying that I have to go back to work and leave her in 6 weeks. To make myself feel better I decided to sit on the couch and hold her for the next 6 weeks and give her as many kisses as she can stand. Fourth time around, and I am still struck by how much you can love your little baby so quickly! The first picture is at 4 days, the rest are two weeks. I am so happy that Liv has hair! All of the boys have had some hair, but I was really worried that my daughter would follow after me and be BALD until she was 2 years old. Thank heavens that when I finally get a girl, she has hair. It is lighter than Noah and Elijah's, but not as light as Luke was. I think she is going to be blonde like Luke. Now I just have my fingers crossed that she has curls, like her dad!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoBkREgjO-O4lbQI5dSrprPDvggIzXOqDkSVNvFR4NbACRNXz8qa4-0aehXUYoziBTTS1OwoVcgZm6JViOx2aXbp3W7hrF1S-kR3Md0HYF798ChkPN-teEsUjKNaqq25kWj9EDy5bgHY/s1600/Liv+4+days.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608923311008890242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoBkREgjO-O4lbQI5dSrprPDvggIzXOqDkSVNvFR4NbACRNXz8qa4-0aehXUYoziBTTS1OwoVcgZm6JViOx2aXbp3W7hrF1S-kR3Md0HYF798ChkPN-teEsUjKNaqq25kWj9EDy5bgHY/s320/Liv+4+days.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEhyphenhyphenli2E3dBCOWTDdZuH5-6SLWPt5kDzdINNTC7JuTN0xm7qcH2Im0ZC03z0yY2E8x2EUsmO0tYocugRzY_gJBm2OVmz4uY4XrxILhVuBhLVWoJP7tp3J_JYKPnuUQ5iiQp5vBJUyxBSE/s1600/Liv+2+weeks+1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608923306024360162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEhyphenhyphenli2E3dBCOWTDdZuH5-6SLWPt5kDzdINNTC7JuTN0xm7qcH2Im0ZC03z0yY2E8x2EUsmO0tYocugRzY_gJBm2OVmz4uY4XrxILhVuBhLVWoJP7tp3J_JYKPnuUQ5iiQp5vBJUyxBSE/s320/Liv+2+weeks+1.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguPrLAzVkLMtU0LYcjyE1H0qfGka20JAQUZZQVQtFLTQDjqweUBDPE8YVic-vsEV64I13tAGc4SJv7yvOXo3v9G6YO-89FTT0urShcNLFBbc-Z5uRbjZY8NHFslUQWvhL9cYSG8lb1ljs/s1600/Liv+2+weeks+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608923302367609170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguPrLAzVkLMtU0LYcjyE1H0qfGka20JAQUZZQVQtFLTQDjqweUBDPE8YVic-vsEV64I13tAGc4SJv7yvOXo3v9G6YO-89FTT0urShcNLFBbc-Z5uRbjZY8NHFslUQWvhL9cYSG8lb1ljs/s320/Liv+2+weeks+2.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGbDvK1rQoU9EutCFB5gAXGcw105TeAYlMb8YhQXTnZkOILSvhAlhNJbUPnY06yDEmtyTgVJ2ZwtutlDrL6v09dNKGOmzj45H5sJyjlVXcNwuipE8JRmFsHkKKiJLBtnTOFfjUp5D87AQ/s1600/Liv+2+weeks+3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608922931955164242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDmgC1uAoRV0_4nieUzSoDQ58i8sJHrIOxbq2u-T6mxa3T-t352nZ-la6BfchdR42dxtCjXKhaz9hMxNP87CU_pVpBIKho4QDIZ9ACFGLp_34TZHXGr5zXPNmUK5TWvpZGaXT-KdxAMTA/s320/Liv+2+weeks+5.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirhfLCKU_diQYeswErtO9dfxtJOzJlRE4c6UjfkW0dBNZmF8LC02J5oEVwh3PtlRLHYvN3b2L7Ax6zsn_WzlddwkuofOYeJVtxoa9nAlmHWtaKReTzXDBGJx2NVgqGlMFmA7KmTWOcyX0/s1600/Liv+2+weeks+6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608922926319589138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirhfLCKU_diQYeswErtO9dfxtJOzJlRE4c6UjfkW0dBNZmF8LC02J5oEVwh3PtlRLHYvN3b2L7Ax6zsn_WzlddwkuofOYeJVtxoa9nAlmHWtaKReTzXDBGJx2NVgqGlMFmA7KmTWOcyX0/s320/Liv+2+weeks+6.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjC9AnOqhZYIm8rDC0ZXEMaClqPF_ncQvKpUxaNRpaCeVu2D_khtm9F4qDDTm-1hhp2OpC4tE29nfTUybFwEIpQ5D6RUIt_U3_XiQFrA2RUhYBrZUoy_GD6xC3fQyQEx74fSyg2nvBsCI/s1600/Liv+2+weeks+9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608922919358826402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjC9AnOqhZYIm8rDC0ZXEMaClqPF_ncQvKpUxaNRpaCeVu2D_khtm9F4qDDTm-1hhp2OpC4tE29nfTUybFwEIpQ5D6RUIt_U3_XiQFrA2RUhYBrZUoy_GD6xC3fQyQEx74fSyg2nvBsCI/s320/Liv+2+weeks+9.jpg" /></a>The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-37642836956478299112011-05-06T20:41:00.000-07:002011-05-06T20:52:39.272-07:00Welcome Emma LivI'm sure Olivia will be adding more pictures later, but wanted to get a few up so they can be seen by those who are too far away to visit. Liv was 20.5 inches and now holds the McNeil weight record of 8lbs 14ozs, edging out Jack by 1 oz. Both Mom and baby are doing great. Here are some of the pictures from today.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW2zHk6rV2WoDnldsZc172pzzP2dpvNuBadPjai68G7kYRbJMvnEcJ9qxCRts3NAJRLpAewQILFOVXcDMQnNakqKmXMELE7Ue-gOj0DC8kz5HSVVwJbxjHjXcWqnCxeYPyNaQpggFVc48/s1600/IMG_1830.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW2zHk6rV2WoDnldsZc172pzzP2dpvNuBadPjai68G7kYRbJMvnEcJ9qxCRts3NAJRLpAewQILFOVXcDMQnNakqKmXMELE7Ue-gOj0DC8kz5HSVVwJbxjHjXcWqnCxeYPyNaQpggFVc48/s320/IMG_1830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603816838514111570" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigM-lmSayOPQp-fAcLAa9xr7N1JTt6kHKXiQLfQuZ2G9RI-pI9u-LQMEP5DocMDsdoMFq5_JyBGXc7PmlPHkhBrBno2knIWFspHj9Z0Yktmg-7ylLJjGHespXrzLj0pShrd2n-JjjCYvA/s1600/IMG_1831.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTsCZtCKDU_32cYc_4dipml_WpJJTj7Djf1FvdyRpT_IscdL78V5VGYtOOALFYAB061Bznf6yardfWdh_6nvMRifWruuKbZkNW1e3uQzwo-Bmpl0Tliw8NlvhQRiQHKq5BoIqHCrOiimo/s320/IMG_1835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603815834021411058" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSpyc0cAEF31iPLTCxh7F4DS7enX6mnemK0sga9cl_KO4_kn24F0-PVPlGLpKyuyxOS3fzVOKk9Hp2scQ_ABAeL8Z659P8MQDpAnhTMXhMhcyYT4q1R9S-TjHEM2BMVNCkkIsN8QzC_rk/s1600/IMG_1826.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSpyc0cAEF31iPLTCxh7F4DS7enX6mnemK0sga9cl_KO4_kn24F0-PVPlGLpKyuyxOS3fzVOKk9Hp2scQ_ABAeL8Z659P8MQDpAnhTMXhMhcyYT4q1R9S-TjHEM2BMVNCkkIsN8QzC_rk/s320/IMG_1826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603815823567774674" /></a>The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-86645270494199832942011-05-03T08:32:00.000-07:002011-05-03T09:58:57.553-07:00Easter "Eggs"travaganzaSo many fun things to share about Easter this year. We started with the Egg Dive at the swimming pool where the kids were able to swim, collect eggs, and win prizes. They loved the morning, and the only hiccup was that the camera batteries died right after Luke's age group went, so I didn't get any pictures of Noah or Elijah!<a><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602521580978748690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoFKHTaz2LH4AxsG-sQHcbD8Gm7DblvwuhyphenhyphenRA0Esca0dluzmNBqgVIVwEI-qZSV067HixRQP2GUbIE0Ok7j6wd62EBavk47_UkA9EDwMKbuGfMY38KWC-cCLdSOFrRPIZd8N1nI_u6jx8/s320/IMG_1798.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuRBZLQCLakx6uQR0Aaof-k1EdBNshfUiZd0FdXZEboc7pJoFy1aTp9d8AB-lhztU1dZwQ0J4nLYd8OvArSnhVcbwqnl0gkiVzbA2X3KiYuvqZQaISvnGPbxiwbl44LDU6xrb12gnqWNo/s1600/IMG_1802.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602521568959128450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuRBZLQCLakx6uQR0Aaof-k1EdBNshfUiZd0FdXZEboc7pJoFy1aTp9d8AB-lhztU1dZwQ0J4nLYd8OvArSnhVcbwqnl0gkiVzbA2X3KiYuvqZQaISvnGPbxiwbl44LDU6xrb12gnqWNo/s320/IMG_1802.JPG" /></a><br />Later that night we sat down to dye our eggs. Each boy got his own dozen, but with the FIVE dozen that Grandma cooked, Noah flew through his own and then some. They had a great time and did everything by themselves, except Elijah who got my help. And even with that help we spilled some of the dye. I was a nervous wreck everytime any of the boys would put an egg in to color. I wanted them to go slowly and make sure they were careful. They wanted to be little boys. It was hard for me to watch.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCuB0sgNRrc1_6WpNdRQNdws9VRwyK-PbtWPtjoexs61bId3qTB3EaaQkZFqPkCM98tn63Y2Y8DRCJbqDLzOk2J1GwUNaL7DQaC6peKnHM1xdpRfaqJxAU7CdXLmStJfuenLgahELiREM/s1600/IMG_1803.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602521558617728514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCuB0sgNRrc1_6WpNdRQNdws9VRwyK-PbtWPtjoexs61bId3qTB3EaaQkZFqPkCM98tn63Y2Y8DRCJbqDLzOk2J1GwUNaL7DQaC6peKnHM1xdpRfaqJxAU7CdXLmStJfuenLgahELiREM/s320/IMG_1803.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_cTRF2H1V_QchqPL3ML_gp_uZZsJzsQTdJ8mBtJ6Q6vj4F_lUE0I2y09kdA5ZXS6UHq4_H4pr8XAY0ojB4vsxXTieFJHMp7iiYSnqE6JdGWw1znV2YbcGJoiQwN6XV3Pt_1Y8p6v-qw/s1600/IMG_1808.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602521534898239554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_cTRF2H1V_QchqPL3ML_gp_uZZsJzsQTdJ8mBtJ6Q6vj4F_lUE0I2y09kdA5ZXS6UHq4_H4pr8XAY0ojB4vsxXTieFJHMp7iiYSnqE6JdGWw1znV2YbcGJoiQwN6XV3Pt_1Y8p6v-qw/s320/IMG_1808.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbu7Jss3odeURYqdBjH9P1i2wvgtPUo4wZZFM2COCeWgwpxfVi_HTsVXQNuNXyMZiJ4cYY5-2GtOTq0uDjvCNggDgdJ74oXef_65CfGqE7mCpQcc_0pe02qsvUpGdzudFUr8fLyjWwSX4/s1600/IMG_1809.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602514546695407570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbu7Jss3odeURYqdBjH9P1i2wvgtPUo4wZZFM2COCeWgwpxfVi_HTsVXQNuNXyMZiJ4cYY5-2GtOTq0uDjvCNggDgdJ74oXef_65CfGqE7mCpQcc_0pe02qsvUpGdzudFUr8fLyjWwSX4/s320/IMG_1809.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WoRLCEvnPx_D2JIJJh-AYrmiGiN9e3Wumu92kagAkjoQSt-X5lBy58f_H6ulRa_65S-yEa_HJEB97Xf_ie6ZTBq2JQSeSEIJRbsr-1JhORhl_ICwc-jiDOkqrbTAFgzGJW3WVn7ehIE/s1600/IMG_1812.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602514527832361426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WoRLCEvnPx_D2JIJJh-AYrmiGiN9e3Wumu92kagAkjoQSt-X5lBy58f_H6ulRa_65S-yEa_HJEB97Xf_ie6ZTBq2JQSeSEIJRbsr-1JhORhl_ICwc-jiDOkqrbTAFgzGJW3WVn7ehIE/s320/IMG_1812.JPG" /></a>Easter morning came bright and early (all mornings do around our house!), which was a good thing since we needed to get out of the house to choir practice BEFORE 9:00am church! They boys quickly found all but one of the eggs. Once we were home from church they got back on the search and found the last egg (with a little help from mom!). They also found their baskets with TONS of candy. And a new toothbrush. Thanks Easter Bunny.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGVGCK3MQcTC_3CqoIiYSb3AHSm57UL8nLFwHTkNYj40B7winI4-ZiWTsW73wuypOLxEHGxq_S55G-b3_ykdep30Pz6uVqKEMR9JZUExRLjjixGItIs05l6eRf-Qzmc4oHRtnVg2g5Gzc/s1600/IMG_1818.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602514520517382402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGVGCK3MQcTC_3CqoIiYSb3AHSm57UL8nLFwHTkNYj40B7winI4-ZiWTsW73wuypOLxEHGxq_S55G-b3_ykdep30Pz6uVqKEMR9JZUExRLjjixGItIs05l6eRf-Qzmc4oHRtnVg2g5Gzc/s320/IMG_1818.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh37QujQRmZVURIJVqTONb35n5ZeHopI60euxgZz9vtCJnHHbJk3QyHIIuP1ASCd6obt8-dSAZb6n7o2RKS0-llkDGXRrgP8f54VuOuV2RU39TQlkWtNd4HH7oL7ybM3Etn2onKsQgnGO4/s1600/IMG_1819.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602514500472874978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh37QujQRmZVURIJVqTONb35n5ZeHopI60euxgZz9vtCJnHHbJk3QyHIIuP1ASCd6obt8-dSAZb6n7o2RKS0-llkDGXRrgP8f54VuOuV2RU39TQlkWtNd4HH7oL7ybM3Etn2onKsQgnGO4/s320/IMG_1819.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimVKY7cWihS6KuyHmdc5hd_jg7hfO5t8si_kBF4rCEgP_91qm6OwOrH5RhzAuBDRNm0SRnJoun5-f29tQhSL09xdM69FWo_FROK9GaW7Py_wtVzg1mdrJEuc0qydv3am3NVA4Gv2NV3nU/s1600/IMG_1822.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602514489979820226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimVKY7cWihS6KuyHmdc5hd_jg7hfO5t8si_kBF4rCEgP_91qm6OwOrH5RhzAuBDRNm0SRnJoun5-f29tQhSL09xdM69FWo_FROK9GaW7Py_wtVzg1mdrJEuc0qydv3am3NVA4Gv2NV3nU/s320/IMG_1822.JPG" /></a> I didn't get any pictures, but we were also so lucky to enjoy two delicious Easter Dinners; one with the Gunnerson's and one with the McNeil's. We are so lucky to be able to enjoy spending holidays with our families. We love it!<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-8024638761248570952011-04-11T08:12:00.000-07:002011-04-11T08:26:15.868-07:00Luke's 9th Birthday<div align="center">After months of living a hum-drum life, we finally have something exciting. Something blog worthy. Last week Luke turned 9! It is hard for me to believe that he is getting that old, and my first thought was, "Oh my, next year he is going to be double digits!" We started the celebrating early with a weekend in St. George for General Conference. Luke's picks for fun were pretty predictable...bowling and IHOP. Bowling was especially fun since for the first time ever Luke was able to beat Noah! On his actual birthday we had his favorite dinner, cake, and presents. </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594347070038221522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4pGuVuf5StCbyEzSp1uFNJGByKdPSVvrxQcvR4FHLIi0VJ7U6NqfBwPMXEsAvj34AY8oeE6AvFocvrqMpKSlJ2V93zA4JVKcbM4aKW6YyZzELHFKMU-69jn_tmwVirirSW7ylGtV3ja8/s320/IMG_1795.JPG" /> <br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPLAagf_AduoTXGdJNqBx_fx_Sa-B8RajPMNUqOtD2IRwAM_rePmdk321e9Eodr12qaZiFXbbguBXL6oIgKoqdeI6jJ8g7PeBs8mrqY17_tOmWG6XsgMpP-zUIh02atj0cQajiXemoe04/s1600/IMG_1794.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594347062844441842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPLAagf_AduoTXGdJNqBx_fx_Sa-B8RajPMNUqOtD2IRwAM_rePmdk321e9Eodr12qaZiFXbbguBXL6oIgKoqdeI6jJ8g7PeBs8mrqY17_tOmWG6XsgMpP-zUIh02atj0cQajiXemoe04/s320/IMG_1794.JPG" /></a></p><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq20dsVU1Zvc4jxjFfm2aPvfoSMMUajWAoHz_EIZTOJcM7P_dv2dR_Oa2NTrMDthMi8Rh5aNhgMWbTGZDumM7giEPniHGMbbmdXPmfStoI78QDKv5IMb1oYYJ3AA2irNkFHxdUw8pcq74/s1600/IMG_1788.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594347056458233682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq20dsVU1Zvc4jxjFfm2aPvfoSMMUajWAoHz_EIZTOJcM7P_dv2dR_Oa2NTrMDthMi8Rh5aNhgMWbTGZDumM7giEPniHGMbbmdXPmfStoI78QDKv5IMb1oYYJ3AA2irNkFHxdUw8pcq74/s320/IMG_1788.JPG" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQJUOK49xTahOTWaFUc1FcJ048Qi-khMX7_KhfS7h_KyKm-pdY3hbfPGFx7DAJGUplPWtT3ifDPBLF8fKJbWjIZVb_vl2L6M8lL1-SqWyuU76g9fUwJG6co9bCMiCpCqYEqNmzu3O9xQ/s1600/IMG_1790.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594347049349858690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQJUOK49xTahOTWaFUc1FcJ048Qi-khMX7_KhfS7h_KyKm-pdY3hbfPGFx7DAJGUplPWtT3ifDPBLF8fKJbWjIZVb_vl2L6M8lL1-SqWyuU76g9fUwJG6co9bCMiCpCqYEqNmzu3O9xQ/s320/IMG_1790.JPG" /></a> </div></div>The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-73995504878831946112011-02-08T12:06:00.001-08:002011-02-08T13:07:03.850-08:00For the love of the gameTo say that Luke loves basketball would be an understatement. It would be like saying the Sahara Dessert is sandy, or Antarctica is cold. Luke LOVES basketball. He plays everyday, watches every game on T.V. (no matter who is playing), and even chooses to read books about it. He keeps his own stats based on how many shots he hits from various points around the basket, and has even started to "coach" Noah. Surprisingly, the coaching has happened without too many fights. LUKE LOVES BASKETBALL! The last two years he has done the rec. center basketball team, but this year he was finally old enough for Jr. Jazz. Rick was equally excited and volunteered to coach the team.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDScdMik8-dnVS24zGjz4Gs0IhTn8Fu5E2qG59-tweylfMxQyGam84LUIeNKFhtEkka6Ni6qawLgjqhtxzgBuDChqs_Vr_PaPKNL1zd3AzHMyn7Z0zG0-4_2UXQ1TQTlFEua0ZrkZIhNY/s1600/IMG_1765.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571413266080073618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDScdMik8-dnVS24zGjz4Gs0IhTn8Fu5E2qG59-tweylfMxQyGam84LUIeNKFhtEkka6Ni6qawLgjqhtxzgBuDChqs_Vr_PaPKNL1zd3AzHMyn7Z0zG0-4_2UXQ1TQTlFEua0ZrkZIhNY/s320/IMG_1765.JPG" /></a> After the first practice it was obvious that Luke/Rick's team was not the most talented group of 8 and 9 year olds, but they both came home from practice excited for the first game. They lost the first game by 15, and the second, and the third. They only lost the 4th game by 2 points, and probably could have won if Luke wasn't out with Strep Throat. The lost last week by double digits AGAIN. While our team struggles with dribbling and passing to OUR OWN TEAM, other teams can shoot 15 foot jump shots, and have ACTUAL plays! I'm not sure how the parents of the other boys feel when I am constantly yelling "Arms up, Johnny*." "Timmy*, find your man!" "Wrong basket, Billy*." I do it out of love. Really I do. I'm trying to help.</div><div></div><div>*Names have been changed<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaHatLZVbU78hqgXxbLsqolsHDZVu1AbmvOmTAufEradOWWWr6cov3AjiQQzzoYcbJ18-rUQVMEtskzfBN9LzN2rbi7ceh9KJD12gZa0zPVSHk1J6DwXUZhJLpHYlf-DS5mmEaUvV1I_I/s1600/IMG_1774.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571413259764355058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaHatLZVbU78hqgXxbLsqolsHDZVu1AbmvOmTAufEradOWWWr6cov3AjiQQzzoYcbJ18-rUQVMEtskzfBN9LzN2rbi7ceh9KJD12gZa0zPVSHk1J6DwXUZhJLpHYlf-DS5mmEaUvV1I_I/s320/IMG_1774.JPG" /></a>While all of these substantial losses has diminished Luke's love of Saturday morning games, it hasn't dampened his love for the game of basketball as a whole. He can't wait until spring when the snow is gone and he can practice on our outdoor hoop. (It's NBA issue. If you know Rick you know why we couldn't go with the after Thanksgiving $99 special that I wanted to get. No, ours is full size backboard, breakaway rim, cemented into the ground, adjustable height, and has outdoor lights!)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM-RIisHqsk2Kihrd7m7pkK4n6m6p6JnP5mRO0c4oA0t1e6ElrbJocrECU80ZaVR4NcMNm5Fyd4O1mFbe82XjpzwIeX2CosXS6eZkD3akD1Zz7fUnH5MZ52RiI2z_rbrN_iKOFr5EBeRM/s1600/IMG_1773.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571413256295766434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM-RIisHqsk2Kihrd7m7pkK4n6m6p6JnP5mRO0c4oA0t1e6ElrbJocrECU80ZaVR4NcMNm5Fyd4O1mFbe82XjpzwIeX2CosXS6eZkD3akD1Zz7fUnH5MZ52RiI2z_rbrN_iKOFr5EBeRM/s320/IMG_1773.JPG" /></a>I know that when the organizers of the Jr. Jazz teams were forming each team they had no way of knowing that they were putting together possibly the worst team in the history of Jr. Jazz, but it happened. Thankfully the season is more than halfway over, and next year brings a new team. I decided that I am going to personally deliver our team roster to the organizers and suggest that this group of boys NEVER be put together again!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT9dwB6R3nGHSBAnhrf5Cjsw_H4X8CXlSQV6a7vH80muL_Zb9XAznD40VgKCGj8XDwaJLh7uejh2HAm9uyj7Uqy2NOmA-rJA6GRQta_g8NqS8kOEc-H2rDVmTycx9HtcW4ib3cZCYWe5Q/s1600/IMG_1767.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571413277572948450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT9dwB6R3nGHSBAnhrf5Cjsw_H4X8CXlSQV6a7vH80muL_Zb9XAznD40VgKCGj8XDwaJLh7uejh2HAm9uyj7Uqy2NOmA-rJA6GRQta_g8NqS8kOEc-H2rDVmTycx9HtcW4ib3cZCYWe5Q/s320/IMG_1767.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZDRL-qOPpQnDXRxc33D63JMhVJCk2_bRqyJ8tfvcZs07YgJxjFeD1Y4JgnyHeuRKjJaBsvNY8lC_wypMdb7HAu9KBE7fDRcakI8kr0ce-Gj18UotJCUrGnZGxEmPt-8quakjPcO_BLek/s1600/IMG_1769.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571413268986402546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZDRL-qOPpQnDXRxc33D63JMhVJCk2_bRqyJ8tfvcZs07YgJxjFeD1Y4JgnyHeuRKjJaBsvNY8lC_wypMdb7HAu9KBE7fDRcakI8kr0ce-Gj18UotJCUrGnZGxEmPt-8quakjPcO_BLek/s320/IMG_1769.JPG" /></a> Noah and Elijah aren't too keen on sitting and watching the game. They love to run around, "get lost" finding the drinking fountain, and make funny faces for me to take pictures of.</div></div></div></div>The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-16007543320711235092011-01-31T12:42:00.000-08:002011-01-31T12:55:10.030-08:00Happy Birthday, Mom!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdb-kCTH9l0yJ-rSeWxOQtM6AViTFNge8Q_UnuUHQNjWWHCcjmISvQhqX7IuQxzWuAyZ0l2as_D9iifQHRwIcl3yzO3YeQfe_GpuqjxBfgIVH08qDPzAbkOCNw8oH2q_YLgloYLUVuAiE/s1600/mom.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568453481557367762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdb-kCTH9l0yJ-rSeWxOQtM6AViTFNge8Q_UnuUHQNjWWHCcjmISvQhqX7IuQxzWuAyZ0l2as_D9iifQHRwIcl3yzO3YeQfe_GpuqjxBfgIVH08qDPzAbkOCNw8oH2q_YLgloYLUVuAiE/s320/mom.jpg" /></a>(Mom with Elijah and Evan. You know that she does most of the picture taking when you have to go back almost 3 years to find a picture of HER!)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">The first time I rememer knowing my mom's age, she was 35. I was only eight then, and I thought that she was old. I mean, she was my mom. Mom's are old. Now I have an eight year old, and I am a VERY young 33. It's hard for me to believe that my kids could think of me as old, but they probably do. As the years have gone by and I have grown up, gotten married, and had kids, it seems that my mom and I get closer in age. Today she turns 60, and I no longer think she is old. Wise, yes. But, not old. I hope that when I am 60 I continue to live life with as much experience, wisdom, and GUSTO as my mom! Happy Birthday, Mom. I love you and all of your 60 years.</div>The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-38244497565823606472011-01-27T08:58:00.001-08:002011-01-27T09:16:50.739-08:00Much Ado About NothingNo, I have not recently gone to see a Shakesphere play, that just pretty much sums up the Gunnerson's life right now. I feel so busy, and everyday ends before I feel like I have accomplished anything, but really nothing is going on. Rick got a promotion at work (kind of my default when his supervising attorney was let go) and has been COMPLETELY swamped for the last month. Last week when EVERYONE in the house was sick and he stayed home from work, he actually had over 100 texts from work asking about things. I laughed and told him that if I stayed home from work no one would even notice! I'm really proud of Rick and how things are going at his firm. He took the job there a year and a half ago when we were trying to secure loans on our house. We didn't really even think it would be the kind of job he likes that much, but he has really done well. He is in court almost everyday, and is now the supervising attorney over litigation. Most importatnly he never brings work or stress home, and is ready to help the minute he steps in the door.<br /><br />The rest of us are also pretty busy. It seems we are always on the go. Between work, daycare, school, piano lessons, scouts, ballroom, and Jr. Jazz the boys and I are always running somewhere. I SERIOUSLY don't know how I am going to throw a newborn baby into the mix! We leave the house by 8:00 am every morning and dont' walk back through the door until almost 5:00 pm, or later depending on the evenings activities. I was just thinking the other day, what did I do with my time when I was a stay at home mom to just ONE child? Oh yeah, I watched more T.V., took naps with Luke, went for walks, went to the gym, spent WAY more time with my child, and never felt overwhelmed. What a difference 9 years, two more kids, and a job make.<br /><br />Alright, now I'm sure I should be working on something.....The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668466717397637682.post-55159406347614121332011-01-06T09:36:00.001-08:002011-01-06T09:54:54.205-08:00Belated Christmas<div align="center">Better late then never...right? Well, that is what I have decided about doing a post about Christmas. Better late then never. Christmas was great, but seemed to fly by. I loved staying home with the boys for a week, and Rick was even able to take quite a few days off over the holidays. I sure could get use to that kind of life!<a><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559130879835972482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzxBHznSj1D1zzChLOwEOB73zOuTFju5rDyXmDXCKzvOaQv_mN9sYMh1W4ttgqCiUEwK1EdiMm8-f4wZNef5JMz00msif6VbuR22JzBndW2LbdCjJxH8YH6Lh1F4y1ZVzkqpGqb3NkrZs/s320/IMG_1741.JPG" /></a> Luke crafting his gingerbread house.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB5ikHALLf4WQZlDlfbrgH9L3orW8Q6wAwyQt0r0A2vNDg9D4wgUdGj2tgtfVsWVKdeTE70QkroOTdcwlgaSDneEeo6X9yDOYHyag0OgDiMMB0B-76FGr8LMhwW1N8_rnPYzlEyiQm60Q/s1600/IMG_1742.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559130875580843138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB5ikHALLf4WQZlDlfbrgH9L3orW8Q6wAwyQt0r0A2vNDg9D4wgUdGj2tgtfVsWVKdeTE70QkroOTdcwlgaSDneEeo6X9yDOYHyag0OgDiMMB0B-76FGr8LMhwW1N8_rnPYzlEyiQm60Q/s320/IMG_1742.JPG" /></a> Noah adding more (and more!) candy to his house.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjoO4CZflRN_m4PJYerxBv_Nud4JLTc83-TW1gwjmchQhb1PtoYH_OsP5bxvutDbNuxodxGhUmyQs0Z2NLbO3PVX1_L7pcJ6EGS8MmAjY8COD1ZmUZjXVUj9yYOJcHws7bjBl10o4I7U/s1600/IMG_1744.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559130865288700354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjoO4CZflRN_m4PJYerxBv_Nud4JLTc83-TW1gwjmchQhb1PtoYH_OsP5bxvutDbNuxodxGhUmyQs0Z2NLbO3PVX1_L7pcJ6EGS8MmAjY8COD1ZmUZjXVUj9yYOJcHws7bjBl10o4I7U/s320/IMG_1744.JPG" /></a> Elijah was more interested in eating his house than building it!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeuWFQYsnE_V9jwnNSviAyLxqOer72_dOGAdhsUnynIEGNP91SH7S0ZgBSHLBgYQlEL3njkZgt0gJxlefnG2PgFYDCquYlw-0MQD5K0hm4rhxzrTMO39io8SBIbwzEIO6zy6wgOZANTXw/s1600/IMG_1745.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559130858984193890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeuWFQYsnE_V9jwnNSviAyLxqOer72_dOGAdhsUnynIEGNP91SH7S0ZgBSHLBgYQlEL3njkZgt0gJxlefnG2PgFYDCquYlw-0MQD5K0hm4rhxzrTMO39io8SBIbwzEIO6zy6wgOZANTXw/s320/IMG_1745.JPG" /></a> Christmas eve dinner program. Luke played a couple of pieces on the piano.</div><div>(It sure is nice that the kids do our number for us so Rick and I are off the hook.)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc7kqcacOOuRPR6kYc7DJVB6kfjCxqR4XLfu3QIi6Ce4u8gsm-eNOfQWMNJKHzlSYpOnjnVC5MVa_EV6T6E2e6El57fOINgGV0NZ0tAYWWb0ln-eisLBYmIjh4CBDoLH2PXS1216Jpdac/s1600/IMG_1746.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559129697344431746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc7kqcacOOuRPR6kYc7DJVB6kfjCxqR4XLfu3QIi6Ce4u8gsm-eNOfQWMNJKHzlSYpOnjnVC5MVa_EV6T6E2e6El57fOINgGV0NZ0tAYWWb0ln-eisLBYmIjh4CBDoLH2PXS1216Jpdac/s320/IMG_1746.JPG" /></a> For his part, Elijah lead us in a couple of songs. He LOVES to lead music and does it every FHE and even in church.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs85yB_-FlH38flIo9xlwNXRWodWPpP7WzZLjcUbWOyDSx5GGCNHXsNJMqkXc7ij9jIU-oc8RTCS-yrbNTpNKPHA__aBN3fx0yaBYVgQ5jHH2AkKngkM4iVPqnbvi_Tuw5wmZPtf-BH0E/s1600/IMG_1748.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559129692980973746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs85yB_-FlH38flIo9xlwNXRWodWPpP7WzZLjcUbWOyDSx5GGCNHXsNJMqkXc7ij9jIU-oc8RTCS-yrbNTpNKPHA__aBN3fx0yaBYVgQ5jHH2AkKngkM4iVPqnbvi_Tuw5wmZPtf-BH0E/s320/IMG_1748.JPG" /></a>Christmas morning. Bright and Early! The boys originally woke up at 2:30 AM! Rick and I heard them taking and walking around, but they never came in to get us. By 4:30 am they were back asking if it was time to open the presents.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgoXU6fgD1IRONIqjQToYCKDdsZ7PxwLfKoyWgELjzglEILwr_5iFixgVRxRMHgFn1raLvpP3HHcaGLdfOW7bhMvp1af_IAzbMtdbs5bVDqTOL9ajpfK0V3sMVL3ZLGK3Xyzjk-_CS8hM/s1600/IMG_1749.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559129683879792354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgoXU6fgD1IRONIqjQToYCKDdsZ7PxwLfKoyWgELjzglEILwr_5iFixgVRxRMHgFn1raLvpP3HHcaGLdfOW7bhMvp1af_IAzbMtdbs5bVDqTOL9ajpfK0V3sMVL3ZLGK3Xyzjk-_CS8hM/s320/IMG_1749.JPG" /></a> Even at 4:30, Elijah was happy to be opening presents.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_tLkvkP4mJu75zz4w66Gk8PiurknNWf7J64e4ltlr4e3GB1sbcsODEKFOozKIwGmwcJqhQmVCDMd4nI6W4nahd5bHjMi_5nNgksSWEIxBor0cvjinS6v-yurtgb_O71dOoM7FBQmCRSk/s1600/IMG_1755.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559129677964218226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_tLkvkP4mJu75zz4w66Gk8PiurknNWf7J64e4ltlr4e3GB1sbcsODEKFOozKIwGmwcJqhQmVCDMd4nI6W4nahd5bHjMi_5nNgksSWEIxBor0cvjinS6v-yurtgb_O71dOoM7FBQmCRSk/s320/IMG_1755.JPG" /></a> The number one present on Luke's list...a Jazz Jersey.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcXQ1V9XRkaMwMcmhbMjt9BCEb26BgesfCdqXSRMje0u9XyiPqmByV5An-xjvwsbQv8m2924yItS8rJ9DczsOzVRw8VzwFU3zM0FWpKf-i8Hx_e254pNOl6CUhu9MzP2kaUJpYY2OhuJw/s1600/IMG_1756.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559129674617753138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcXQ1V9XRkaMwMcmhbMjt9BCEb26BgesfCdqXSRMje0u9XyiPqmByV5An-xjvwsbQv8m2924yItS8rJ9DczsOzVRw8VzwFU3zM0FWpKf-i8Hx_e254pNOl6CUhu9MzP2kaUJpYY2OhuJw/s320/IMG_1756.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><p align="center">More toys and games, just what we needed!</p><p> </p>The Gunnerson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050171131275348531noreply@blogger.com9