tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85059706191271272082024-03-05T08:11:02.638-07:00Klingler FamilyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-64296131305653247722016-03-10T14:37:00.002-07:002016-03-10T14:37:38.112-07:00Pinewood Derby 2016Last night was our wards pinewood derby for the cub scouts. This was Matt's first year, he was so excited about it. His dad and him have been working on the car for the last couple of weeks.<br />
We are thankful for a wonderful neighbor Tom ,that helped us get the car cutout and sanded in his shop. Then Delwyn started trying to get weight off the car by drilling holes in the back and bottom. At one point we thought he had ruined the car but it turned out alright.<br />
We helped him get it painted and the stickers put on, then came the hardest part getting the right amount of weights added back to the car.<br />
At the derby they did 5 heats with 5-6 cars in each race. Matt's car came in 2nd in the first race and I was excited for him. Then it became funny when he came in 2nd in each of the remaining races but 1, and that race he came in first.<br />
When the derby was over Matt ended up in 2nd place and got a trophy for it. He was so excited and wanted to share it with his grandparents, that he called them when he got home. He wanted to thank Tom and share it with him also, but he had to wait until today when he got home from school.<br />
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I really wanted to go down to the new Provo City Temple open house, but couldn't find a weekend that would work for our family. Delwyn and I decided to pull the kids out of school for a day and take them down. The kids were not very happy about missing school, because they wanted perfect attendance, but we thought it would be a worthwhile thing for the family to do.<div>
The only appointment that I could get was at 7:15 in the morning. We didn't want to get up at 3 in the morning so we made it into a mini vacation. We left Sunday morning at about 8 AM and headed for Salt Lake City. It being Sunday I wanted to do something that would be spiritual, so we took the kids to Temple Square. They loved the North Visitor Center and getting to see the Christus. I will admit it is also my favorite spot at Temple Square.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We also walked around the Conference Center. We didn't take a tour but we were able to climb the stairs halfway up to the first landing and see the view, it was pretty. The best part was the weather was great and we didn't even need jackets most of the time.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The kids wanted to get to the hotel so they could swim. We tried to explain to them multiple time that we couldn't check in until after 4 pm. When we finally checked in they didn't have our reservation. I don't know what happened but I was glad that I had printed off the confirmation because they gave us a room for the same price we had found it online. We made the kids wait til after dinner to swim, and they weren't very happy about it. We took them to Denny's for dinner, the food was good but they were really slow. The best part was that all the kids ate for free, so it was the cheapest meal we had on the trip.</div>
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Finally it came time to swim. Aleeya begged me to bring my suit and get in the pool with her. I was nice and did as she asked. When I went to step into the pool. it was to cold for me so I spent all my time in the hot pool. The kids all had a great time playing in the water with Delwyn. Aleeya was so happy that she could walk in the shallow end with her head above the water.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Monday morning we got up early to get ready for the Open House. None of us slept very well so we were all tired and had a hard time waking up. </div>
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When we got to the Temple we were able to walk right into the theater where they showed a short film about why we have temples. After the film we were able to do a walking tour of the temple. They had beautiful hardwood throughout the building along with beautiful stained glass windows. The one thing that could be said about this temple is there are lots of stairs. Delwyn's favorite thing about the temple was the spiral staircase from the instruction room up to the room with the vail. Matt complained about the stairs and how his legs were hurt but then when asked what his favorite part was he said "The stairs".</div>
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At the end of the tour they had a place where we could have a picture taken in front of a picture of the temple. We then exited up through the gazebo that had a miniature Christus and were able to get a family picture there also. We all had a great time and were glad that we had taken the time to go down and see them temple.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On our way home we drove up Provo Canyon and saw Bridal Veil Falls. It was pretty but I had hoped that it would have had more water flowing down it. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We got home about 3 pm, just in time for Jessica to rest up before going to track practice at 4. </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-20285573917336647042015-09-08T11:04:00.001-06:002015-09-08T11:04:29.270-06:00Camping over Labor Day WeekendFor the first time in 2 summers we were finally able to go camping. The kids were all excited, especially Matt. He cried when I let him know we wouldn't be leaving until Saturday morning.<br />
We went up to the Klingler farm in Newdale. It was so cold and windy but the kids still had fun.<br />
On saturday the kids rode the 4 wheeler, borrowed from my dad, shot the BB gun and broke lots of glass bottles, Jessica was getting pretty good at shooting, and watched a couple of movies in the farm house.<br />
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On Sunday it was a little warmer so we took the kids on a hike. We drove up to Kirkham hollow and hiked the canyon creek trail. It was a pretty hike and the kids did great. Aleeya kept wanting to go back to get her rocks we made her leave on the way down, so it took us longer to get down to the creek then to climb back out. The climb out was mostly uphill and I was amazed how well the kids all climbed without complaint. In total it was about a 3.2 mile hike.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Canyon Creek</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Family picture at the end of the trail, thanks to my tripod</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just a little steep coming out.</td></tr>
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We then went back to the farm and had lunch with the whole Klingler family. It was fun to have Grandpa and Grandma come up. Grandpa hip and back were hurting a lot but we were so grateful to have he there with us. We love them both. Delwyn was able to talk his parent into letting me take a picture of the family in front of the house, it turned out great. Only Wesley was missing because he is on his mission in Arizona.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The family Farm house</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandma and Eileen, so Glad they came</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blaine and Helen Klingler Family</td></tr>
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Monday was the nicest of the days. The kids enjoyed Snow cones and Cotton Candy thanks to Gary and Alene. They ate so much sugar I was sure they would be on a sugar high but they did alright. The treats were even fun for the adults. We let the kids each go on the 4 wheeler ride before going home. Delwyn taught them how to drive it. It was a great weekend full of good memories.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Making Cotton candy</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ky loved the cotton candy</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-22541611117928294932015-08-26T09:18:00.001-06:002015-08-26T09:18:06.941-06:00First day of School 2015For the Klingler family today was full of firsts.<br />
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1) Aleeya had her first day of Kindergarten. She was excited but scared. She kept asking if it was time to go out to wait for the bus. Then while she was waiting she kept running back up the driveway to give me hugs and kisses. She asked me at least 5 times to no be late picking her up. She cried a little bit and said she didn't want to go. But she seemed to get on the School bus with a big smile.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aleeya, so cute with the curls, that is also a first she never wants her hair curled.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Butterscotch, she really didn't want to leave her cat home without someone to play with him.</td></tr>
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2) Matt had his first day of 3rd grade and this is the first time that he is the oldest sibling in the school. He has promised Aleeya that he would walk her to class or her teacher. He is such a great big brother. He was the first one away this morning, right after 6 AM and asked if he could get dressed. I think he was all excited for school to start.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What a handsome 3rd grader</td></tr>
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3) Kylynn is starting 5th grade in the Middle School today. She was nervous about finding her way around, since she didn't get the 5th grade orientation at the end of last year d/t testing. I had to remind her that we had found all her classroom at registration. This is also the first time she doesn't have any siblings in the school with her. But I also know she was excited to get to see all her friends.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cute as always Kylynn, in her Famous shirt</td></tr>
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4) Jessica is in the 7th grade and entering the Jr. High. She was excited but nervous as well. She had her orientation yesterday and was able to find all her classes and got her locker. This should be a fun year for her.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jessica all grown up and ready for Jr High</td></tr>
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5) Mom, this is the first time I have had no kids home with me. It is a little quiet in the house, after the noisy summer. When Matt left he asked me if I was going to "Organize" I told him probably not today. But I think that is one thing I can to do to pass the time before Aleeya gets home around 11.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look how big they are, seems like yesterday I was sending Jessica off to Kindergarten.</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-41487274327366102012015-07-05T21:42:00.001-06:002015-07-05T21:42:25.769-06:00Trek to Martin's CoveWhat an amazing experience it was to go on Trek. Jessica, Ky and I were all so glad we went.<br />
We left on Tuesday June 30 at about 6:45 AM to drive over to Martin's Cove, WY. I didn't want to drive so we were able to ride with Barbara Summers. It was a long drive but pretty. It took about 7 1/2 hours to get there were several bathroom breaks.<br />
When we finally arrived at Martin's Cove we had to wait for a while for everyone else to arrive. Once most of us were there we headed out with out bucket in the handcarts and trekked 3.2 miles to Cherry Creek Campground, where we set up camp.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Waiting for the rest of the ward to arrive at Martin's cove.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ky doing the stick pulling, she won.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Square dancing at Martin's cove.</td></tr>
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On Wednesday we trekked to the sweetwater river and crossed it with the handcarts. This was the first of several spiritual experiences we would have. It was so hard to pull the cart through the sand out in the middle of the river and just when you thought you couldn't go anymore someone would reach out and grab the cart to help. I could see why the pioneers would cry and almost refuse to cross the river each time they came to it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crossing of the Sweetwater river.</td></tr>
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We then trekked through Martin's cove, we got to leave the handcarts behind, which I was thankful for. I was a pretty place.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Us at the statuesto remind us of the 3 young man that carried pioneers across the river.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trekking through Martin's cove, so hot and tired</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Martin's cove</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trying to find some shade to eat or lunch.</td></tr>
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After lunch we headed back to camp but stopped before we got there to do the Women's Pull. This turned out to be my favorite part of the whole Trek. We only had to take 5 of the 11 carts up. We divided into groups and as it turned out Jessica was with the first cart, Ky with the second and I was with the 3rd. As Jessica's group started up the trail and got to the hill, I just started to cry and so badly wanted to run up to help her but I couldn't. The same thing happened when Ky's group went. The spirit spoke to me about how sometime we want to help out children out when they are going through hard things but that we have to let them experience it on there own, and just stand back and watch. I was so emotional by the time my group headed up that I don't know how much help I was, I just put my head down and dug my feet in the sand and pushed. It was an amazing experience, that I hope I never forget.<br />
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On Thursday, we packed up to move over to Sixth Crossing. The trek family we were assigned to, The Reynold left that morning to go to a family reunion. This left me and the 2 girls by ourselves with the handcart. I thought it would be alright since we only had to carry out water bottles and the 5 gallon jug of water. As we were heading out the ward rallied around us and helped us pull the cart. It brought back to me what the pioneers must have felt when they left family behind or when family died and they were on there own. I felt like just like the ward helped me that I'm sure the pioneers also helped each other out as much as they were able. I was thankful for this experience and it taught me that the Lord will never leave us alone.<br />
Once we made it out we got to walk over to Devil gate and see it, then drove to Independence Rock. It was so hot that we didn't climb it but enjoyed the shade of the trees at the reststop.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Us at Devils gate.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jessie and Ky at independence rock</td></tr>
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Friday was the hardest day for me because I just was done with the heat and trekking and wanted to go home to my bed. We trekked on the original Mormon, Oregon, and Pony Express trail. That was neat to know that I was walking where my ancestors walked, I was truly walking in their footsteps. As we continued up the trail we made our way to Willie's' meadow and learned about it. We then trekked back to camp for lunch and to finish packing to go home. The final trek was to the Sweetwater River to cross it again. This time it was easier since we didn't have to bring the handcarts and the bottom was rocky and not sand. It was still a great experience. After they let us play in the river for about 30 minutes to cool off before heading for home.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cooling off in the spring at Sixth crossing.</td></tr>
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I was so glad that I got to experience the trek with Jessica and Kylynn. They were so strong and walked the whole way and didn't complain too much. Jessica's feet held up with only a little pain but it didn't stop her from trekking. We were all so glad to get home friday night at 9:45. We all showered and looked forward to a good night sleep in our own beds. I was grateful also to see Matt, Aleeya and Delwyn, I truly missed them.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-10177265230266620742015-06-23T15:06:00.000-06:002015-06-23T15:06:02.023-06:00A Fun Day In YellowstoneOn Saturday we took the kids up to Yellowstone National Park. It was a beautiful day and the weather was perfect. Delwyn wanted to go to Old Faithful first and then work our way back to the the West Entrance.<br />
He must have been inspired to go to Old Faithful first because we had only been there about 5-10 minutes before it started going off, usually we have to wait for a long time. Matt had a great time taking pictures of it.<br />
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We then walked around the store to find some batteries because mine were dead in the camera. The kids had fun trying to get us to buy them things. We managed to get out of there with only one cup that cost $0.99.<br />
We then headed to the Black Sand Basin and saw a couple geysers we hadn't seen erupting before. We then head up to Biscuit Basin and did something we had never done and that was go on a hike to Mystic Falls. It was a pretty hike through the woods. The kids only complained a little bit about being tired and hungry. When we made it to the fall I think they were all glad we went, I know I was.<br />
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The next thing we did was feed those hungry kids and stopped to have a picnic lunch that I had packed.<br />
After lunch we went to Midway Geyser Basin and had to wait for a long time in a line to get into the parking lot. It was crazy. I'm not sure what the hold-up was because we had no problem finding a parking place. The kids had a great time counting all that hats that were out in the thermal areas as we walked around. By the time we made it all the way around they had counted 21 lost hats. I'm just glad Delwyn's hat stayed on his head and didn't add to the mix, with the wind gusts we occasionally had. <span id="goog_1728092490"></span><span id="goog_1728092491"></span><br />
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We finished our day with a trip to the Playmill Theater to see "Mary Poppins". The kid all liked it, Aleeya spent more time going in and out to the bathroom then anything else. She would sit still when they were singing songs that she knew, but other than that she was very interested.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-7327127831529988962015-06-13T16:58:00.001-06:002015-06-17T08:57:32.772-06:00Teton Dam Marathon Relay and Kids Fun RunToday I had the opportunity to run the 4th leg of the Teton Dam Relay. It was so much fun. I only knew one of the ladies running Melanie, but we all had fun. The Team Members were Melanie Busby, Jessica Polcock, Katie Jeppson, Me, Michelle Bell, and Amy Zimmer. The 2nd and 6th legs were 5 miles and the others were 4. We all did well. I had hoped to finish before noon so I could watch the kids do the Fun Run and we finished about 11:16 Am. I was so happy. Our time was 4:46:17. I hope to get to do it again.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amy, Michelle, Melanie,and I at the potato bake the night before the race.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All ready to start my run</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So glad to be done.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heading to the Finish Line</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Sprint to the Finish</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crossing the finish line</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sole Sister Team: Amy, Jessica, Me, & Melanie<br />
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At Noon they had the kids run. The one under 7 ran first. Aleeya wanted me to run with her but about 1/2 way through the first lap she left me in the dust and finished on her own. I was ok with this because my legs were tired. Matt ran in this group also. He took off at the first and never looked back.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Waiting for the race to start</td></tr>
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Next up were the kids from age 8-12. Jessica and Kylynn were with each other most of the time. Ky came in just in front of Jessie and her friends. They all did great. Jessica decided that she would like to run the 5K next year.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ky taking off running, look at that big smile</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aleeya cheering on Jessica</td></tr>
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It was a great day. I think were all did great but were all a little tired by the time we got home. Thanks for finishing and not quitting. You kids are amazing.<br />
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I was really nervous because I didn't want to let the team down with a terrible time on my leg. It turned out to be a lot of fun.<br />
The relay was made up of 8 legs of various lengths from 2.6-7 miles. I ran the first leg of 2.74 miles. I finished in 31 minutes, I was pretty happy. My parents meet me at the end of my leg to cheer my on, they are so supportive.<br />
My favorite part was getting to cheer on the other runners as they ran there leg. We all did great and finished the 39 miles in about 6 hours 49 minutes. We all ran the last little bit together. The weather was beautiful but I was sure glad my leg was in the morning before it turned hot.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-43879588566720939352015-05-28T13:55:00.002-06:002015-05-28T13:55:59.815-06:00Preschool GraduationToday was Aleeya's Preschool graduation. She was all excited about it, she was asking frequently if it was time to go.<br />
They did a wonderful program with songs they had learned. Shared that they knew all the letter names and sounds. They also shared the shape names and how to count to 100 by 10. They did a wonderful job.<br />
Aleeya learned so much this year and was in tears as we left because she wouldn't see Mrs Stewart or her friends anymore. I am so glad that we decided to put her in Running Start Preschool. Thanks for all your hard work Mrs. Stewart.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The run to the finish line. They told 3 things about her : Favorite color was yellow, Who she loved was stuffed animals, and what she wants to be when she grows up, a Nurse.</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-11383536132252947372015-05-28T13:28:00.002-06:002015-05-28T13:28:31.025-06:00Wax Museum The 4th grade classes at Burton Elementary each year put on a Wax Museum about what they learned about Idaho History. The classes spend the week of the museum painting the backdrops. Ky forgot the first day and wore her brand new clothes and got green paint on them. I think this is the kids favorite part.<br />
We have to come up with our own costumes for which ever theme the child is in. Ky was in Native American and therefore needed and indian costume. Luck for us we had the costume from Jessica. I took it and added some beads to it . It turned out really cute, and it was only a little bit itchy. (Ky thinks everything is itchy)<br />
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Great Job Mrs West's Class.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-49824854494683907132015-05-15T19:22:00.000-06:002015-05-15T19:22:01.453-06:00Goodbye to a FriendMay 14<br />
When we got home from Jessie`s softball games last night, we found out sweet cat Daisy laying in the road dead. The kids were all very sad and cried and cried. Delwyn went out and helped get him of the road and buried him in the back yard. Ky was the most sad because she claimed him as her cat and it was her birthday. Not a very good way to end a fun birthday.<br />
Some of our favorite memories of Daisy:<br />
°Aleeya remembers him running into the house and hiding under her bed and not being able to get him to come out. He also liked to run downstairs and hide behind the couch. Aleeya loved to carry and pet him, he had some very soft fur.<br />
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°Just a couple of weeks ago I decided to take the kids on a walk. Daisy started to follow us, I thought he would go back as soon as we past the neighbors house but he followed us the entire walk. When we started back home he was to tired to come. Ky went and picked him up to carry him but that didn't last long and he jumped out of her arms. He then hid in some branches. I couldn't get him out and they were all mad because they were sure the cat would never come home. As we walked I kept calling his name and he comes out and followed us all the way back home. When the house was in sight Daisy took off running and stayed in the shade on the deck for the rest of the night. I knew that dogs liked to go for walks but not cats, but I guess I was wrong.<br />
°Last fall Daisy had a sore leg and had to be taken to the Vet. Aleeya kept crying and asking us not to give her a shot. We told her that they would take really good care of her. She was so cute carrying Daisy into the Vet. When we went to pick her up we found out that it was a boy. We had called him Daisy for so long that the name just stayed. I don't thing the cat cared.<br />
°I loved to watch Daisy and Butterscotch play out on the deck. Aleeya would yell at Daisy because she thought he was hurting Butterscotch. I never could convince her that they were just playing, I will miss that.<br />
° Jessica favorite memory was when we first got the cat. It was the day before Aleeya`s birthday, and a neighbor found out in the field and they couldn't keep it so have it to us. They came home and begged us to keep it.<br />
° Kylynn loved to snuggle with him. He only liked it for a short time then wanted down. He would sit out front and watch the kids as they waited for the bus.<br />
Daisy was a good mouser and will be missed.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-45458063204989418542015-04-24T16:11:00.002-06:002015-04-24T16:11:46.488-06:00A little accidentApril 22.<br />
I had just got home with Kylynn from her soccer practice. Her and Jessie decided to go outside and play on the trampoline. They were getting along really well and have a fun time doing all kinds of tricks.<br />
A little after 8 pm I was watching TV and suddenly I heard Ky crying and saying Mom help me. When I heard her my first thought was we have a broken bone. But when I saw her she had blood all over her face and dripping all over. I rushed her into the bathroom and got her all cleaned up, and found she had an inch long gash on her forehead. She kept crying that she didn't want stitches. I had to explain that there was nothing else we could do but get stitches.<br />
When we finally got the girls called down we found out that Jessica was doing a front hand spring, Ky bent down to pick up her hair elastic, had the thought she needed to move because something was going to happen but she didn't move. Somehow Jessica's knee found Kylynn forehead and cut it open.<br />
I took her into community care where we had to wait for a long time. They had tried to numb it with a lidocaine gel but it didn't work. She cried and cried when they have her the shot. She was very brave and laid still. In the end she got 2 stitches under the skin and 6 on top. I told the doctor that I would take the stitches out myself in 3-5 says but Kylynn informed me she didn't want me to take them out because she doesn't trust me. That made me feel really good.<br />
She thought she looked so funny with her eye swollen, blood in her eye and the stitches she wouldn't go to school on Thursday. She was afraid the other kids would laugh at her. I decided to let her stay home and we went to grandma Erikson house and she sewed her skirt.<br />
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Jessica had felt so guilty for causing the accident. Ky wanted to buy her a treat to let her know it was all right and she forgave her.<div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-90061530318752634852015-03-29T15:54:00.000-06:002015-03-29T15:54:09.654-06:00Futsal 2015Matt loves to play soccer, so when he brought home information about the Futsal season he asked to play. I agreed to let him and signed him up. The season was 9 weeks from the end of January to the end of March. He could hardly wait for it to start.<br />
When he met his team for the first time he wasn't all that excited because he didn't know anyone, but soon made some friends. His team was made up of 5 boys and 3 girls.<br />
It wasn't the most successful season with only 1 win, 6 losses and 1 tie, but it was exciting to see the progress the team made over the coarse of the season. The score of 3 of the loses was 3-2. It was disappointing that they didn't win more but each game they played hard.<br />
Matt loved to play goalie and did a great job of stopping the shots when he would pay attention, sometimes he would get bored and hang on the net or get distracted where they would score. He played forward the best if you ask me because he didn't get bored and he wasn't afraid to get in there and kick the ball hard away from the other team. Matt ended the season with 8 of the teams 25 goals. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Matt got his shoe caught in the net a couple of times in one game, it was great.</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-16082547460933335182015-03-24T15:26:00.000-06:002015-03-24T15:26:02.870-06:00Dazzling DiamondsKylynn brought home a paper from school advertising the Dazzling Diamonds, she asked if she could do it. At first I told her no because it caused to much. She began to cry and talk about how I never let her do anything she wants. I thought about it and asked myself why I wasn't letting her do this when I was willing to spend about the same amount of money on the other kids to play sports. In the end I decided that I needed to let her do this to help her with her confidence and self esteem if nothing else.<br />
You may wonder what the Dazzling Diamond are, well it is a non-competitve program done in conjunction with the Miss Rexburg pageant. Kylynn got to attend several different workshops on Poise, self-confidence, and dance routines. He favorite workshop was the Glam session, where she got to have her hair and make-up done at Paul Mitchell and then have a photo shoot.<br />
Kylynn worked really hard and looked forward to each activity, It was never a problem getting her to go, because it was something she truly enjoyed.<br />
As the final event she was able to participate in the Miss Rexburg Pageant on March 21st. In total there were 13 Dazzling Diamonds. They performed a group dance number at the program. They also got so show off what they learned in there poise workshop and walk on stage modeling their own Evening Gowns and have a spot light read about them written by their parents. The final time they were on stage was to escort on of the Miss Rexburg contestants on the stage for the Evening Gown competition.<br />
Kylynn did wonderful and she looked so beautiful, thanks to Grandma Erikson, Aunt Cristy and Justine doing her hair and make-up.<br />
When it was all over I found out that she got so much more out of doing this program then the $75 I payed for her to participate. I am so glad that she was able to do this.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-51421721092933244962015-03-04T13:27:00.001-07:002015-03-04T13:27:35.556-07:00Winter GuardJessica loves to do guard (Flags). She was excited when Mr. Barton said that he was going to do winter guard after school. She was probably the first to sign up. They had practice each Monday after school for the months of January and February. She never complained on these day about getting home so much later because it was something she really loves doing.<br />
Unlike last year, this year Mr Barton planned to have them perform the drill at one of the High School guard competitions.<br />
They were performing to the song "Hard knock Life" from Annie. They were using brooms and mop along with the flag. It was a fun performance and Jessica did wonderful. As we were leaving the school Jessica turned to me and said" Next year I can do the solo competition." I'm so glad that she has found something she truly enjoys and I hope she does continue developing her skills.<br />
I had wanted to record the performance but Delwyn was so tired from being up all night and day that he didn't realize it wasn't recording until the last 45 sec, then he started to record. But at least I took lots of pictures for her to remember it.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-12804025467726450802015-02-17T11:05:00.001-07:002015-02-17T11:05:20.317-07:00Valentine's Day Surprise!On Valentine's day the kids decided to surprise Delwyn and I with breakfast in bed. They asked if they could get up early to do something nice for us. They had planned it out the night before with what job each was in charge of. Jessica was making pancakes, Ky would fry the eggs, and Matt was going to warm the bacon, Aleeya had the hardest job, keeping Mom and Dad in their room.<br />
I could hear them making noise in the kitchen and did go out to make sure they weren't burning the house down but then went back to bed. It was so nice to hear them all working together to accomplish something without any fighting going on. That was the best gift they could have given us.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-33563894582060126882015-01-27T15:07:00.004-07:002015-01-27T15:07:49.830-07:00Restored 1989 Chevy SilveradoWell it took awhile to get Delwyn's Chevy back but it was so worth the wait, It turned out so amazing. It doesn't look like a 26 year old pick-up, it really looks like it could have came off a show room floor. We didn't but new chrome on the bed or around the wheels so they have some dings but other than that it looks amazing.<br />
The other day we took it down to drop off the scrap metal and they workers were asking Delwyn what year his truck was because it was so shiny. I think Delwyn was happy to show it off.<br />
We could never thank CJ Hampton enough for all the hard work he did and the amazing deal he gave us. It should have cost us a lot more than it did but he only changed us for about 7 hours of labor rather than the 40+ hours he worked on it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Delwyn put the toolbox back in the back took it to work on Monday the 26th to show it off.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">CJ couldn't find a new Chevrolet sign for the tell gate so took it off his son's pickup</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The hardest thing to find was the Chevy bowtie for the front CJ ordered about 5 before he found one to fit.</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-78470440402669967892014-10-11T17:11:00.000-06:002014-10-11T17:11:23.570-06:00Zombie ChaseA week ago my nephew Haden called me on the phone and asked "Are you running the Zombie race?" I told him I didn't think so. He was all sad and said "well, I thought I could run it if you ran." I just could tell him "No". I got myself signed up and worried how I was going to handle running when I haven't ran in about 2 months. I had every intention of starting to run to get ready but it never happened. I wasn't thrilled about being cased by Zombies either.<br />
The morning of the chase my stomach was all upset from being so nervous. I had nothing to be worried about it was just so fun. Haden and I worked well as a team. I wore the Survivor shift and he wore the flags and ran away from the Zombies. Throughout the run we had multiple hurdles to make it over, around or through. Some were harder than others and some I just refused to do and went around them.<br />
Haden did great, and made it to the finish line with all 3 of his flags still on. The Zombies were nice and didn't chase after the young one very much. One of the Zombie's did get a hold of one flag but didn't get it off.<br />
We alternated between running and walking and I think Haden was worn out by the end, but I was proud of him because not once did he want to quit. He did amazing for his first run and we finished in about 52:35. It really was fun, and I'm glad that I did it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Haden climbing the 1st obstacle, at the top you had to slide down a strait wall, it was crazy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">How I didn't want to go through this box, it had cooked spaghetti all over and it was gross. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Haden finishing the race strong, You are amazing</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My kids met us at the finish line along with Grandma Erikson and Haden's siblings.</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-11133928481306523952014-09-19T09:43:00.001-06:002014-09-19T09:43:31.248-06:00Bulldog JogThis year as a fund raiser at the Burton School, they decided to have a Fun Run and 5 K. My kids have all wanted to do a 5 K and asked me each time a sign up for one. So when this activity came up I decided that we would all run the 5 K together. I had hoped that Delwyn would get off in time to come but he wasn't able to.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The day of the run it has rained off and on and even some lightning. I wasn't sure how the weather would be come race time. As it turned out it was just right weather for running, not to hot and not to cold. That was until about 1/2 way into the race and then it started to pour on us. They had people driving around and offering to pick us up but I wanted to finish this race just like I have every other race.</div>
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The kids did amazing, I was so proud of them. Jessica, Kylynn and Matt all ran together with some friends. They reported that they had to walk some, but they didn't quit. Matt got scared when the rain and thunder started so stopped and turned around to try and find me and Aleeya so he could get in the cart. When I found him he was being given piggy back rides by Mrs. Larue and Candice Rail. They were so sweet to him. Aleeya didn't want to ride in the cart the hole time so when we got to the road going into the High School she got out and ran. I was really impressed that she ran most of the way around the High School complex and back out to 12th west. She would have ran more if it wasn't for the rain. Matt and Aleeya both ran at the end and to the finish line. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aleeya thought it was fun to run through the sprinklers</td></tr>
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We all had a great time and hope this will be one of those lasting memories. In our family Kylynn was the first one to finish followed by Jessica, Matt, Aleeya and then myself. They did a raffle and our family got 2 jackets, 2 Papa Murphy pizza's, and 2 tickets to Fat Cats. What a wonderful night. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Home at last, Wet and Tired but Happy.</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-16407426963093754262014-08-08T16:00:00.000-06:002014-08-08T16:00:19.045-06:00God is watching over us!Today I was awaken with a phone call at 4:51 AM from Delwyn's phone. I could hear him talking and saying that he was alright but the horse didn't make it. I was really scared. He then started talking to me and told me that he had hit a Horse and that we no longer had a pick-up. From what he said he was driving to work in the dark and came upon some horses in the road. He swirved to miss them but one turned back and he hit it broadside. The Horse flew up onto the window and hood of the pick-up, but thankfully not through the window. I was so greatful to arrive and finding him truly alright. I did inform him I never wanted to get a phone call like that again. <br />
I brought him home and then he drove the Tahoe to work. He reported as the day went on that his left shoulder was sore from the seatbelt.<br />
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Here are somethings I am very greatful for today:<br />
1. That Delwyn is still with me today.<br />
2. That he chose to drive the pick-up to work today and wear his seatbelt.<br />
3. That the part necessary to fix our little yellow car was not the right part so the car had to stay in the shop and extra couple of days, or he would have been driving it and most likely hurt badly if not killed.<br />
4. That my mother puts our names in the Temple every week .<br />
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I am really sad that we know longer have Delwyn's pick-up, he truly loved it and always joked that he when he died he wanted to be buried in it. But I will definetly choose having Delwyn with me over his pick-up.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-77094304934539379702014-07-15T19:26:00.000-06:002014-07-15T19:26:04.471-06:00Fun times on the 4th of JulyIt was a wonderful 4th and I'm so glad that I live here in the United States where we are truly blessed.<br />
This year we did some firsts as a family which made it more special. This year both Jessica and Kylynn were able to participate in the Rexburg Parade. Jessica was with the Marching Band Color Guard. She had look forward to doing it since the winter when she first learned the flags. She spent 3 days a week the month of June til the parade practicing and learning the routine. She had so much fun and did a wonderful job.<br />
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Kylynn was able to ride on the Heritage 4-H club float. The first day she went to 4-H she learned that they did a float and she wanted to particiate and asked each week when they were going to decorate it. Both of the girls spent an hour or so on the 3rd working on the float. Kylynn held a sign that said "Sheep" while riding on the float. She had a great time and wants to do it again.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jessie and Ky helping to build the float</td></tr>
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After the parade we went to my parents for the annual 4 BBQ. It is so fun to get together and eat good food. The kids enjoy getting to play with their cousins.<br />
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After we eat for several year my family then goes and floats the river between Chester Dam and the Fun Bridge in St. Anthony. Jessica was able to go a couple of years ago. but no one else has ever gone. I have always used the excuse that I hate the water and I'm to scared something would happen to the kids. Well this year I decided that we would go. I went and bought us 2 new tubes to use. Delwyn wasn't able to go because of needing to get something done around the yard while he was off work. Matt was really excited to go and ride in the camo colored raft. Then he sat down in the raft and got his bottom wet and it was cold and he suddenly turned terrified. Vicki and Trav saved the day by offering him to ride in their raft. He was so much more relaxed and enjoyed his ride down the river. I was still sacred and didn't want to be left by myself with my kids in case something happened, so Robin agreed to stay with us and guide us down the river. I have to admit it was a little fun, but I sure wish I could have totally relaxed and just enjoyed the restfulness of the river. Aleeya even had fun riding between my lap in the tube or taking a ride with Adri in the kayak. The kids all had a good time and said they would like to do it again next year, maybe we can get Delwyn to go with us.<br />
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The last thing we did was set off firework in our yard. The kids really enjoyed watching the neighbors shoot off their firework up in the air, they were beautiful. The kids were all glad when we ran out of fireworks and they could go to bed. It had been a really fun but long day and they were tired.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-50416126528667806322014-07-13T20:16:00.000-06:002014-07-13T20:16:43.695-06:00A Day in YellowstoneOn Saturday we decided to go up to Yellowstone. It was going to rain but I thought it would clear up by the afternoon so we went anyway. It has been a while since we had been around the northern route, so that's where we went.<br />
We had hoped to see something besides bison. We were not disappointed, we got to see 2 bears. The first was just of the side of the road and created a nice back up of traffic. It stayed there eating for a long time with people taking pictures.<br />
The second bear was along a side road between Mammoth and Norris. It didn't stay in view long enough to get a picture but it was really neat to see.<br />
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We also saw about 10 elk, and 30 bison.<br />
The only place we got our and walked around was the upper terraces at Mammoth. It was a long walk and we ended up having to climb a bunch of stairs at the end which did everyone in. Aleeya wanted to be carried but no way was I going to carry her up all those stairs so I bribed her by promising her a piece of gum when we got back top the car. It's amazing what that girl will do for gum.<br />
When we left the park we stopped in West Yellowstone to let the kids walk around and look in some stores. We bought the 3 youngest a t shirt and Jessie got sweats.<br />
It was a great day even with the rain.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-22819387290107874922014-06-16T11:04:00.003-06:002014-06-16T11:04:40.829-06:00Flag Day 2014It was a busy June 14th for the Klingler Family. We had 2 different activities going on at the sametime 30 miles apart. Jessica had to be in Idaho Falls at the Fish and Game office to finish up her Hunters Safty by 8:00 AM. Wendy had to be up to Millhollow road for the start of the Teton Dam 5K by 8:30 AM. We divided the kids up and went are separate ways. <br />
Teton Dam 5K<br />
When I signed up to run the 5K I had no idea where it was going to be ran. I finally was able to see the map about 2 weeks before the race and found out that I would have to run up Millhollow Road. I was not excited at all because it is up hill. I do alright running on flat roads, hills not so good. I decided that I would have to practice running the hill. So 3-4 days my Mom took me up to the starting point and then drove my car to the finish, before she started her walks. It was a killer each time and I hated it but I was able to make it up the hill even if I was slow. I felt alright about it as the run came near. The morning of the run it was cloudy, cold, and even a few sprinkles, I wasn't so sure any more.<br />
Mom took me to the start and then drove around to different locations to cheer me on. She took Ky and Aleeya with her and had them cheer me on. It was fun having them there and helped me out a lot. I did better then I had thought I would. I finished in 38:46, was 53rd of 120 overall, 30th of 79 for female, and 2nd of 9 in my age group. I was pretty proud of myself. <br />
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Hunters Field Day:<br />
Delwyn learned that you can now get a hunting license when you are 10 years old, he was all excited to have Jessica get hers so she could go hunting with him. She said that she wanted to do it, so we got her signed up for an online class. She had fun the first couple of days but then she didn't want to do it anymore. We talked to her about how important it is to finish what you start. She finally finished and then had to wait until June 14th for the field day and final exam. We tried to study with her but she just put up fights. We we all worried that we had spent all this money and she wouldn't pass.<br />
Delwyn took her down and dropped her off. She become excited when her friend Jayden Michille was in her class. She did well. She got a 90% on the final and even hit the target while shooting. We were all very proud of her and glad that she did so well.<br />
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Since Jessica's field day went until Noon, I took Ky and Aleeya over to the Air Show with Grandpa and Grandma Erikson. I have never been and thought it would be fun. The kids seemed to enjoy it also. Aleeya's favorite was seeing John Bagley's play "Old Yeller", because it is bright yellow, her favorite color. Ky loved watching the "Jelly Belly" plane because it had colored smoke and it was cool looking. It tried to land on a small runway on the back of a pick-up, it took 3 tries but he finally did it, was impressive.<br />
We stayed for just a couple of hours but it was fun. I was amazed at the skill these pilets have. I would love to take the whole family next year.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505970619127127208.post-81235497732228590262014-05-22T12:21:00.001-06:002014-05-22T12:21:06.948-06:00One crazy week in MayWell this week had been very busy with 2 birthdays, 4 softball games, 1play, 1field trip, and 2 family birthday parties.<br />
Tuesday we had 2 games. Each girl had a game at 6:00. So we tried to watch both fields and tried to see each at bat. I was doing well until they were both up at the same time. I ended up missing a great hit by Jessica, I was really sad.<br />
Wednesday was Kylynn birthday. She was so exited and could hardly wait for her dad to wake up and Jessie to get home from school so she could open her out presents. She got a Kindle. But when she opened the box she didn't know what it was. She was really surprised.<br />
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We then went out to dinner at Applebees. It was kids night so the kids got a face painting and a animal balloon. They thought it was great. I thought the $0.99 kids meal was great.<br />
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Thursday was Jessica's play at school. I had to go in the morning so I could take Ky to her ballgame at the same time as Jessie's play that night. They play was titled "The girls step up to the plate". It was about world war 2. It was a very cute play and they did a great job. At the end they sang "40 hour week" and did a tribute to the American workers. They had a slide show to go with it and had a picture of my Dad as the Idaho farmer. It brought tears to my eyes. Delwyn and Matthew went to the play that night along with the grandparents.<br />
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I took Ky to get game and it was great fun. She played her friend Cambria. I love watching this age group because they don't keep score and they all just have fun. We all got home just in time to go to bed.<br />
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Friday was Jessica's birthday. She was excited to have her field trip on her birthday. They needed help at the museum so I decided to go with them. It was entertaining walking around the exhibit and helping them find the answers to questions. The exhibit was entitled "Race to the end of the Earth". I had a fun time. They then went swimming at the aquatic center. She said it was fun. When she got home from school she got to open her gifts. She was glad to get an i-pod case and a new bike. We then went to to dinner at "Wingers". It was alright food but not my favorite. We then took them to Dairy queen for a blizzard.<br />
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Jessica then had a ballgame at 8:30, but it didn't get started until almost 9. She played her cousin Bryns team. It was a really long game. The played an hour but only 2 innings. The other team only had 5 players, so it took awhile to get 3 outs each inning. The highlight of the game was seeing Jessica so happy when they let her pitch. She did alright. She even struck out 1 batter on 3 pitches, and she never hit anyone. We finally got home at 10:20. It was a really long day.<br />
Saturday morning I had to go to work till 3:00. It was a good shift. I had some really cute patients to take care of.<br />
Once I got off I went and picked up dinner from "Papa John's" then came home. Delwyn had already picked up the kids and had them cleaning up the house for the birthday party with the Klingler family. As soon as I got home I started to decorate the cakes. They turned out really well, I thought. We then had the party at 7. The kids had fun visiting with all the family and enjoyed getting new gifts.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kylynn cake for the Klingler party.</td></tr>
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Sunday was stake conference but since Aleeya woke up sick and I still had a cold we didn't go. I decorated the other cakes for Lunch with the Erikson family at 1. Delwyn was sleeping so he didn't go with us. The kids had fun after lunch playing kickball in the back yard. It was fun visiting with my family since I have missed the last 2 family dinner because of work.<br />
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We then came home at 4 to finish the laundry and just relax. I was really glad to have the week over and no more birthday celebrations til July.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0