<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116</id><updated>2011-10-10T04:56:22.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Olsen Gang</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-3480787621486730167</id><published>2011-01-14T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T14:38:16.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stickin' it to the Man</title><content type='html'>I have always heard that if you want to have a good conversation with your kids then you should catch them while you are in the car together.  Alek usually rides the bus to school but every once in awhile he will miss and we will throw his stuff in the car and drive over.  We may not always have the most in depth conversations but most of them are pure fun.  This was our conversation today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alek&lt;/span&gt; (absently looking out the window):&lt;/span&gt;  Wow look at that big truck.  Do you think that's a moving van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; No I think it's a garbage truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alek:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Oh, a garbage truck.  Pickin' up garbage, going to work, trying to get money, all just workin' for The Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Working for what?  (Trying not to giggle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alek:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Oh you know mom, workin' for THE MAN (uses a suave voice for "the man")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; The man huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alek:&lt;/span&gt;  No mom, THE MAN (uses voice again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh, THE MAN (tries to imitate voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alek:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah mom, you know what the man is,  people in charge that make you do stuff.  Teachers, the government, bosses, police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Police? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alek:&lt;/span&gt;  Ya know, police.  Cops, coppers, the FUZZ (uses the voice again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Fuzz?  Where did you learn all this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alek:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Oh just Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-3480787621486730167?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/3480787621486730167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=3480787621486730167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/3480787621486730167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/3480787621486730167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2011/01/stickin-it-to-man.html' title='Stickin&apos; it to the Man'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-7474832912447973559</id><published>2011-01-12T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T18:50:28.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: Here's to the New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TS5oWn3q75I/AAAAAAAAAb4/KX9K18phs7A/s1600/Andrew_new%2Byears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561497327718035346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TS5oWn3q75I/AAAAAAAAAb4/KX9K18phs7A/s320/Andrew_new%2Byears.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-7474832912447973559?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/7474832912447973559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=7474832912447973559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/7474832912447973559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/7474832912447973559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2011/01/wordless-wednesday-heres-to-new-year.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: Here&apos;s to the New Year!'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TS5oWn3q75I/AAAAAAAAAb4/KX9K18phs7A/s72-c/Andrew_new%2Byears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-5875113857699765737</id><published>2011-01-08T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T13:48:54.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Called to Repentance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so  I have recently been called to repentance by my sister-in-law on my less than exceptional blogging habits.   I don't do resolutions.  I hate them.  I think they're dumb.  They just sound so....well, resolute.  However, for you my adoring family still reading this I will resolve to try to post more often.  So here goes nothing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-5875113857699765737?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/5875113857699765737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=5875113857699765737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5875113857699765737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5875113857699765737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2011/01/called-to-repentance.html' title='Called to Repentance'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-2181546113107281099</id><published>2010-08-19T14:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T15:12:11.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Now Pronounce You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TG2nr7H0g4I/AAAAAAAAAbk/8KWXBtdwj84/s1600/Pictures+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19 years ago my Mom and Dad sat us all down to tell us that we would be  getting a new sister.  A what!  I yelled.  I couldn't believe they had  just told me they where having a baby.  There was already four of us and  I could think of no worse torture than to add another kid to the mix.   Leah was love at first sight for most of us.  We don't know why she came  as such a late addition to our family but we all knew that it was meant  to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years we did a lot together.  It wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unusual&lt;/span&gt;  to find her car seat in the back of mine or Charlene's cars.  We  shopped, we played, we mini golfed, we stripped at the skating rink. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;  just Leah did that) In the summers we would ride the bus down town and  shop for hours at the old Cross Roads mall and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ZCMI&lt;/span&gt; Center.  I helped my  mom with parties in her classrooms at school and helped guide her when  she thought the ultimate career choice was to bag groceries at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Harmons&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TG2nroJT_JI/AAAAAAAAAbc/fo-luGcNAqw/s1600/cl+kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TG2nroJT_JI/AAAAAAAAAbc/fo-luGcNAqw/s320/cl+kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507242287296674962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so wonderful to come and witness Cory and Leah's sealing.  It reminds me so much of my own and how exciting it was to step into that new life of being married.  They looked so happy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nervous&lt;/span&gt; and excited to be getting married and the Sealer did a beautiful job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TG2nrKNPD2I/AAAAAAAAAbU/djXH7UbKVLE/s1600/Pictures+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TG2nrKNPD2I/AAAAAAAAAbU/djXH7UbKVLE/s320/Pictures+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507242279260065634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I only met Cory a couple of days before the wedding and I am looking forward to getting to know him better.  He is a great guy who loves Leah very much.  We couldn't have asked for a better match.  Cory...we are a loud, noisy, crazy family... welcome to it!  Take care of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Beastie&lt;/span&gt; for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-2181546113107281099?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/2181546113107281099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=2181546113107281099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2181546113107281099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2181546113107281099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-now-pronounce-you.html' title='I Now Pronounce You...'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TG2nroJT_JI/AAAAAAAAAbc/fo-luGcNAqw/s72-c/cl+kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-2403611630628353486</id><published>2010-08-19T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T14:29:45.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plane Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eleanore and I flew to Salt Lake for Leah's wedding.  An 18 month old  makes for an interesting traveling companion.  My mom graciously agreed  to fly down to Phoenix and then back up to Salt Lake with us then do it  again for the return trip home.   Eleanore loved watching the planes at  the airport while we waited and thank goodness SOMEONE had the  presence of mind to put play areas in the terminals.  She never wanted  to ride in her seat and preferred to camp out under the tray table.  In the end we had a blast and can't wait to do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TG2e6NnWVXI/AAAAAAAAAaE/eLQcfKALQLQ/s1600/Pictures+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TG2e6NnWVXI/AAAAAAAAAaE/eLQcfKALQLQ/s320/Pictures+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507232642268288370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you complimentary peanuts and Coke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-2403611630628353486?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/2403611630628353486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=2403611630628353486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2403611630628353486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2403611630628353486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2010/08/plane-ride.html' title='Plane Ride'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TG2e6NnWVXI/AAAAAAAAAaE/eLQcfKALQLQ/s72-c/Pictures+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-9094838314707886086</id><published>2010-08-19T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T14:04:00.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TG2YSgU6hII/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kJNiMQDxVnU/s1600/Pictures+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; It has been over two years since I last made a visit to Salt Lake.  Never did I think that it would impact me the way that it did.  We have lived in so many places and moved so many times that after a while they all just start to blur together and you just seem to love something about them all.  You have to or you risk total insanity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our plane began to land in Salt Lake the same words I always hear  when I enter the valley kept echoing in my head.  Welcome home, welcome  home! Utah, especially Salt Lake, will always be home to me.  I am so glad that we had the chance to spend the week there. Thank you to all of our family and friends that made our week so much fun.  I couldn't keep going without you all!   I couldn't help but almost feel teary eyed as the mountains receded in the distance and we left Salt lake behind.  We will be back though.  Hopefully sooner than two years this time.  Next time we will come in the winter so we can "enjoy"  Utah and it's crazy cold weather.  Maybe I will change my mind then and decide to stay in Phoenix.  Doubt it because deep down no matter what...I heart Utah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-9094838314707886086?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/9094838314707886086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=9094838314707886086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/9094838314707886086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/9094838314707886086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-heart-utah.html' title='I Heart Utah'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-5443474531684429862</id><published>2010-08-19T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:45:44.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aug 9th was our first day back to school.  The Saturday before was busy.  Last minute shopping, picking out clothes and just general craziness filled our house.  I thought I would get at least a small break having Sunday sandwiched in there but there was no such luck.  Emily and Andrew couldn't wait to get to bed and get up the next morning to start school.  Alek and Ethan grumbled there way to bed and could still be heard long after grumbling in their sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TG2Tt2LZdWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/wEaI8L8WEPk/s1600/Pictures+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TG2Tt2LZdWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/wEaI8L8WEPk/s320/Pictures+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507220335190701410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bus driver let me get on and take this quick picture.  Emily is less than pleased with me for it but Andrew was ecstatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TG2TK4VsjyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/yyhDp9mWDxw/s1600/Pictures+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TG2TK4VsjyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/yyhDp9mWDxw/s320/Pictures+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507219734475345698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily age 7. Second grade San Tan Heights Elem&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Abungden's class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TG2TKpLwogI/AAAAAAAAAZU/lizGV8cc0Ic/s1600/Pictures+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TG2TKpLwogI/AAAAAAAAAZU/lizGV8cc0Ic/s320/Pictures+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507219730407137794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan age 10.  Fifth grade at San Tan Heights Elem&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jackson's class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TG2TJq5CQaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ZuHAHQ0sujE/s1600/Pictures+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TG2TJq5CQaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ZuHAHQ0sujE/s320/Pictures+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507219713685602722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew age 5. Kindergarten at San Tan Heights Elem.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Hegg's class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TG2TJCYX4TI/AAAAAAAAAZE/x4zlXqVD02g/s1600/Pictures+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure what happened to Alek's picture.  I know it is here so I will include it as soon as I figure out where it disappeared to.  You know those Jr High schoolers....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-5443474531684429862?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/5443474531684429862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=5443474531684429862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5443474531684429862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5443474531684429862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-school-2010.html' title='First Day of School 2010'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TG2Tt2LZdWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/wEaI8L8WEPk/s72-c/Pictures+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-3853031810370986038</id><published>2010-07-05T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T18:49:54.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alek&lt;/span&gt;, Ethan and Andrew entered the science fair this year at school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alek&lt;/span&gt; and Ethan entered alone. Andrew's preschool class did a collective project and entered. Kids in grades 4 and above are required to enter as part of their grade. Kids in the lower grades can enter as well but many of them enter as a class. Emily did not want to do science fair this year but after watching the boys I think she will be entering next year.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TDKJ1IXaw7I/AAAAAAAAAY8/EGYU2KqHN_Q/s1600/DSCF0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TDKJ1IXaw7I/AAAAAAAAAY8/EGYU2KqHN_Q/s320/DSCF0156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490602441589834674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alek&lt;/span&gt; did his project on mineral content in water.  He used a multimeter to put and electrical current through different kids of bottled water, tap water and water from his school.  He found out the mineral content of the different waters and what minerals conducted electricity.  Then made a connection between the minerals in the waters and the electrical current.  The thing that was the most surprising was how much salt was actually in a lot of water.    He took home second place at the school level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TDKJl7WKFSI/AAAAAAAAAYs/VDXixtmurzM/s1600/DSCF0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TDKJl7WKFSI/AAAAAAAAAYs/VDXixtmurzM/s320/DSCF0154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490602180396848418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew's class did a collective project on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;volcanoes&lt;/span&gt;.  He talked about nothing but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;volcanoes&lt;/span&gt; for the longest time because of it.  The had a special Jr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;category&lt;/span&gt; that they entered in.  As a class they took the first place prize.  There was only two entries but it has made him very excited for the time when he gets to do his own projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TDKF7vDr14I/AAAAAAAAAYE/CfpC5rWbG48/s1600/DSCF0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TDKF7vDr14I/AAAAAAAAAYE/CfpC5rWbG48/s320/DSCF0155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490598157008754562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan did his project on the process of Osmosis.  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dissolved&lt;/span&gt; the shells of eight eggs so that the membranes could be exposed.  He placed to eggs in distilled water and then the rest of the eggs in different solutions of distilled water and corn syrup.  He weighed the eggs every fifteen minutes for two hours to show how the corn syrup alters the flow of water across the membrane of the egg.  He had a lot of fun with his project and I have to agree that holding those eggs without shells was a lot of fun.  He took home third place at the school level of the science fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-3853031810370986038?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/3853031810370986038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=3853031810370986038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/3853031810370986038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/3853031810370986038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2010/07/science-fair.html' title='Science Fair'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/TDKJ1IXaw7I/AAAAAAAAAY8/EGYU2KqHN_Q/s72-c/DSCF0156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-8609398269361781282</id><published>2010-05-19T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T14:13:07.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Eggs  2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/S_RUSaz6HdI/AAAAAAAAAXc/rZ5piJKYZAM/s1600/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/S_RUSaz6HdI/AAAAAAAAAXc/rZ5piJKYZAM/s320/Picture+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473092122573413842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew's eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/S_RTBhXcT6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/PvHHBJp6p5I/s1600/Picture+038.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/S_RTdYvQsMI/AAAAAAAAAXE/zIWHpYtIU1Q/s1600/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/S_RTdYvQsMI/AAAAAAAAAXE/zIWHpYtIU1Q/s320/Picture+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473091211483984066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily showing off an egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/S_RTBhXcT6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/PvHHBJp6p5I/s1600/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/S_RSOzawHrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9NDW1K79TM0/s1600/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/S_RSOzawHrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9NDW1K79TM0/s320/Picture+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473089861436055218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Ethan showing off his eggs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/S_RRYIGMrdI/AAAAAAAAAWM/1DClw-ol7a0/s1600/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/S_RRYIGMrdI/AAAAAAAAAWM/1DClw-ol7a0/s320/Picture+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473088922094185938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/S_RRXHJRwHI/AAAAAAAAAV8/EKZ3AfI9MCY/s1600/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/S_RRXHJRwHI/AAAAAAAAAV8/EKZ3AfI9MCY/s320/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473088904658796658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eleanore's first egg dying, and hand dying, and floor dying and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-8609398269361781282?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/8609398269361781282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=8609398269361781282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/8609398269361781282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/8609398269361781282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2010/05/easter-eggs-2010.html' title='Easter Eggs  2010'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/S_RUSaz6HdI/AAAAAAAAAXc/rZ5piJKYZAM/s72-c/Picture+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-6916307718647428233</id><published>2010-05-19T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:41:45.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Eleanore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/S_RMVaK3BDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zPmxOZ_wH4M/s1600/100_3810.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/S_RMVOFo7nI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ihDluF582CI/s1600/100_3820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/S_RMVOFo7nI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ihDluF582CI/s320/100_3820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473083374604709490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Its my party and I'll cry if I want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/S_RMURdm3MI/AAAAAAAAAVk/weV4AfzUEHA/s1600/100_3826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/S_RMURdm3MI/AAAAAAAAAVk/weV4AfzUEHA/s320/100_3826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473083358330674370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday Eleanore!  It has been a wild first year but you are fitting into the role of the youngest well!   There isn't a member of this family that you don't have wrapped around your little finger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-6916307718647428233?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/6916307718647428233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=6916307718647428233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/6916307718647428233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/6916307718647428233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-eleanore.html' title='Happy Birthday Eleanore'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/S_RMVOFo7nI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ihDluF582CI/s72-c/100_3820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-2596300160662250805</id><published>2010-05-19T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:36:43.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So far behind</title><content type='html'>I didn't realize until today how far behind I am with this.  My sweet sister-in-law mentioned some time ago that she always checks to see if there is anything new with our crew, but that I haven't been posting anything.  Well, I am repenting! (again)  I am going to try to do this more.  I am not going to back log much because it has been awhile but I will include a few older posts and start up again from here on out.....Hopefully I will remember and not need to repent again.  At least not for a while...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-2596300160662250805?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/2596300160662250805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=2596300160662250805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2596300160662250805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2596300160662250805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-far-behind.html' title='So far behind'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-4387051016416574427</id><published>2010-02-25T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:56:57.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Conversation...</title><content type='html'>I love when everything comes together at dinnertime and you get just those few minutes to glance into your kids thinking.  I had called everyone to wash up and come to the table for dinner.  Emily and Ethan got there and sat in their places waiting for everyone else.  This is the conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily: Mom are we having mashed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pataties&lt;/span&gt; for dinner? (Yes that's what she loves to call them)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Emily: I LOVE mashed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pataties&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Me:  I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mashe&lt;/span&gt;d potatoes too.&lt;br /&gt;Ethan: Well if you love them so much why don't you marry them?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; already married.&lt;br /&gt;Ethan: No mom not you. (at this point I walk away from the table and the conversation continues)  I mean Emily. &lt;br /&gt;Emily: HEY!&lt;br /&gt;Ethan: I now pronounce you mister and missus mashed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;potaties&lt;/span&gt;.  You may kiss the bride.&lt;br /&gt;Emily: If I kissed them I would want to eat them and I would even if he doesn't have gravy.&lt;br /&gt;Ethan:(giggles) If you eat them then you could get married again because your husband would be gone. (giggles all around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies, husband doesn't take out the trash?  Doesn't put his socks in the hamper?  If he's made out of mashed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;potaties&lt;/span&gt; you could always just eat him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-4387051016416574427?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/4387051016416574427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=4387051016416574427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/4387051016416574427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/4387051016416574427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2010/02/dinner-conversation.html' title='Dinner Conversation...'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-1246210131642764571</id><published>2010-01-11T08:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:59:00.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan says...</title><content type='html'>Mom, I would like nighttime a lot more if it wasn't so dark!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-1246210131642764571?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/1246210131642764571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=1246210131642764571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/1246210131642764571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/1246210131642764571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2010/01/ethan-says.html' title='Ethan says...'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-359533181610182383</id><published>2009-12-31T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:00:04.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know how mad your Dad would be...</title><content type='html'>Anytime the kids are home for extended amounts of time (Christmas, Spring Break, Presidents day, weekends...) they always seem to find highly creative ways to keep themselves busy.  Sometimes it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;root beer&lt;/span&gt; races off the loft balcony, sometimes it's forming a path with all the books on the shelf and skipping over them in an impromptu game of homemade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Candy land&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes its makeovers on the baby.  Sometimes, like today, its filling in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;touch pad&lt;/span&gt; on the laptop with peppermint chocolate candy.  I walked in to the delightful smell of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;peppermint&lt;/span&gt; and declared in my most serious voice "Who did this?" Followed with "Do you know how mad your Dad would be if he saw this?" Four pairs of eyes stared back at me and one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;squeaky&lt;/span&gt; voice dared "No, how mad Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; what to say...they had finally got me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moms since the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of time have been using that phrase.  I swear they have.  Its in cave drawings and Egyptian tombs.  Small pictographs of moms warning their kids of the great wrath that will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ensue&lt;/span&gt; when their father gets home. Its the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ultimate&lt;/span&gt; scare tactic right? Not only did you get "Mom" punishments but you also had to spend the remainder of the day stewing in the void of exactly what was going to happen when Dad got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I may have overused that phrase but it was working well for so long.  I just never really realized how much until one kid decided to go rouge on me and question the logic that is, well, me.  I guess they are on to me since anyone who knows Erik is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; asking the same question.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure if mad is even usable for him.  Guess I need a new threat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-359533181610182383?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/359533181610182383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=359533181610182383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/359533181610182383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/359533181610182383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you-know-how-mad-your-dad-would-be.html' title='Do you know how mad your Dad would be...'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-7690004390227674917</id><published>2009-12-17T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:24:27.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days of Christmas</title><content type='html'>We love Christmas music!  We play it in the house, we play it in the car, we play it on the computer.  When we are in the van we can plug in the ipod and listen to music but when we are in the car we can't so we have to listen to music on CD.  I discovered this year that our selection of Christmas CDs is really lacking.    When I took Emily to Karate class the other day she kept asking to listen to The 12 Days of Christmas.  We listened to it over and over again all the way up and all the way home again.  We are almost home when suddenly she exclaims oh I get it turtle doves!  They are birds like doves but they are shaped like turtles but why are they singing about a fridge?  Doves that looked like turtles...fridges...where we listening to the same song?  I had to ask.  Emily says yeah mom is says two turtle doves and a part fridge in a pear tree.  How did they get the fridge in  the pear tree and why is it only part.  It was really hard not to laugh.  When we got home I showed her the words to the song and we looked up turtle doves on the Internet.  She seemed a little disappointed but I hope she never forgets her version of the song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-7690004390227674917?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/7690004390227674917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=7690004390227674917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/7690004390227674917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/7690004390227674917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/12/12-days-of-christmas.html' title='12 Days of Christmas'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-5205681010331453966</id><published>2009-12-15T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:51:27.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SygEKsP1anI/AAAAAAAAATg/GvgDaFiUv00/s1600-h/halloween+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SygEKsP1anI/AAAAAAAAATg/GvgDaFiUv00/s320/halloween+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415583133635799666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay so way past Halloween but way to worn out for more than this...sorry folks I'll get back on the ball promise! Alek was a cyborg (he designed it himself this year), Ethan the skeleton, Emily the cheerleader, Andrew was supposed to be a pirate but wouldn't put on the costume so he was a golfer instead, Eleanore was also a cheerleader (Emily felt that if she had to be a cheerleader then Eleanore did too, loooong story).  Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SygEKGPekGI/AAAAAAAAATY/nHw-b5VHOvQ/s1600-h/ethan_skeleton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SygEKGPekGI/AAAAAAAAATY/nHw-b5VHOvQ/s320/ethan_skeleton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415583123433754722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SygEJ83JYQI/AAAAAAAAATQ/rKvbIbAkJ-U/s1600-h/alek_cyborg+robot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SygEJ83JYQI/AAAAAAAAATQ/rKvbIbAkJ-U/s320/alek_cyborg+robot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415583120915783938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SygEJefcz4I/AAAAAAAAATI/YxNeHWbXhl8/s1600-h/Eleanore_ute+cheerleader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SygEJefcz4I/AAAAAAAAATI/YxNeHWbXhl8/s320/Eleanore_ute+cheerleader.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415583112763330434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SygEJBYQEuI/AAAAAAAAATA/-o_Oh0E9zvo/s1600-h/Emily_cheerleader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SygEJBYQEuI/AAAAAAAAATA/-o_Oh0E9zvo/s320/Emily_cheerleader.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415583104948507362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-5205681010331453966?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/5205681010331453966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=5205681010331453966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5205681010331453966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5205681010331453966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/12/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SygEKsP1anI/AAAAAAAAATg/GvgDaFiUv00/s72-c/halloween+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-267196750451867108</id><published>2009-09-18T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:48:02.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Bound...</title><content type='html'>Yeah for preschool!  We finally got everything squared away and found a preschool for Andrew.  Andrew HATES primary and hates being left alone without either me or Erik so we weren't sure how this preschool thing was going to play out.  He was pretty apprehensive but you could tell that he was really excited too.  He wouldn't go unless we let him wear his Wall-E shirt.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382832478112458322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SrOpno9UJlI/AAAAAAAAASw/C5DLAoP_PXY/s320/100_3548.JPG" /&gt;When we got there he was met by his teacher Mrs Jones.  She is originally from England and taught preschool, kindergarten and first grade there.  She has lots of fun new ideas that I had not seen before.  I was very happy that he warmed up to her so quickly, not something he usually does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382832470504486386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SrOpnMnbtfI/AAAAAAAAASo/GR8ocFR0jRc/s320/100_3547.JPG" /&gt;Now there are four of the five of them at school at least four days a week.  The house gets really quiet for at least a few hours of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-267196750451867108?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/267196750451867108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=267196750451867108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/267196750451867108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/267196750451867108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/09/preschool-bound.html' title='Preschool Bound...'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SrOpno9UJlI/AAAAAAAAASw/C5DLAoP_PXY/s72-c/100_3548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-5275426875065666213</id><published>2009-09-04T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:22:26.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 7th Birthday Emily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHlOQWYQoI/AAAAAAAAASM/vklO05FwssA/s1600-h/100_3502.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377831463126844034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHlOQWYQoI/AAAAAAAAASM/vklO05FwssA/s320/100_3502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe that our Pim is 7!  She was very excited for her birthday this year and started reminding me about it a month and a half in advance.  (As if we would forget)&lt;br /&gt;She wanted a Tini Puppi dog, new markers, some High School Musical stuff, lip gloss (i.e. lip smackers) and a pink and purple flower cake.  It took some looking but we actually found the Tini Puppini dog.  Andrew gave her the new markers and Alek and Ethan went in together and got her a High School Musical purse and High School Musical lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHlN4PkV3I/AAAAAAAAASE/H02_Ij1XNDE/s1600-h/100_3493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377831456655824754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHlN4PkV3I/AAAAAAAAASE/H02_Ij1XNDE/s320/100_3493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It doesn't seem that long ago that she was little and watching never ending episodes of Dora the Explorer.  Now we have turned a whole new page and are into High School Musical, Hannah Montana, and Wizards of Waverly Place.  Crazy how time flies like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-5275426875065666213?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/5275426875065666213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=5275426875065666213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5275426875065666213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5275426875065666213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/09/emilys-birthday.html' title='Emily&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHlOQWYQoI/AAAAAAAAASM/vklO05FwssA/s72-c/100_3502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-4521993741690311063</id><published>2009-09-04T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:08:10.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Karate Kid</title><content type='html'>Emily decided that she wanted to start taking Karate lessons.  We weren't sure about it at first since her interest in lessons has ranged everywhere from dance, to horseback riding, to snowboarding.  We found a good local class and went ahead and signed her up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just started at the beginning of August but she is really enjoying it.  I got to sit in on one of her lessons and see how it went and she did really well.  I like that they emphasize respect a lot in her classes.  They talk a lot about how to do karate right you must respect yourself, respect you class, respect your teacher and respect your parents.  I also like that they teach them how to handle "stranger danger" with what they learn should they ever need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHgrSL5XgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/XLXHCTsM6HI/s1600-h/tn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377826464277814786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHgrSL5XgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/XLXHCTsM6HI/s320/tn1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        Emily on her first day of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHgq13-5mI/AAAAAAAAAR0/68Fth0ClibE/s1600-h/tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377826456678098530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHgq13-5mI/AAAAAAAAAR0/68Fth0ClibE/s320/tn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        Striking a pose.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish these pictures where better but they came from my Palm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I picked her up from one of her first classes she was telling me all about her friends in class and the things they are working on and she says "I have a couple of teachers in my class.  I have Sensei Frank and Sensei Dinner."  I asked her Dinner?  She said "Yeah I don't know why he has such a weird name"  I tried to gently correct her that his name was Sensei Daren.  She looked out the window for a few minutes then said "So that explains it.  I thought it was Sensei Dinner so I just kept yelling that every time we had to say his name.  I will have to remember next time."  I love how kids say the funniest things.&lt;br /&gt;                                                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-4521993741690311063?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/4521993741690311063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=4521993741690311063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/4521993741690311063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/4521993741690311063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/09/karate-kid.html' title='The Karate Kid'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHgrSL5XgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/XLXHCTsM6HI/s72-c/tn1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-4605254432971603386</id><published>2009-09-04T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:52:14.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>The first day of school was actually August 3rd.  I am running way behind.  The first day of school is always bittersweet.  On one hand it is nice to have them returning to those "hollowed halls" of learning where they can do so many other things than play games, jump on the tramp and just generally annoy each other.  On the other it means homework, early bedtimes, early wakings, lunch boxes and catching the bus.  Here are their first day of school pictures for 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHeHIkqEJI/AAAAAAAAARs/sRHdn0ctCxw/s1600-h/Emily+first+day+8-3-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377823644198768786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHeHIkqEJI/AAAAAAAAARs/sRHdn0ctCxw/s320/Emily+first+day+8-3-09.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily on her first day of 1st grade.  She had to have this cool lunchbox that looked like a purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHeGouSbYI/AAAAAAAAARk/7hYZAfuARNQ/s1600-h/Ethan+first+day+8-3-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377823635649228162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHeGouSbYI/AAAAAAAAARk/7hYZAfuARNQ/s320/Ethan+first+day+8-3-09.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ethan looks like he is headed to military school with that pose.  He was excited to start 4th grade.  You can't see it but he was especially proud of his new black and yellow striped backpack.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHeGDCsEiI/AAAAAAAAARc/IykYCCiIMtA/s1600-h/Alek+first+day+of+school+8-3-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377823625534247458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHeGDCsEiI/AAAAAAAAARc/IykYCCiIMtA/s320/Alek+first+day+of+school+8-3-09.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Alek is in the 5th grade.  I remember when he started preschool! When we went back to school shopping we found out that he wears a mens size 7 shoe!  (I had the lady at Famous Footwear measure him twice to be sure ) He wasn't at all happy about having to be to the bus stop by 7 AM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to another fun year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHdvsF4hfI/AAAAAAAAARU/GQoH2P0vbV4/s1600-h/100_3445.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHdvPGTc-I/AAAAAAAAARM/pPLSltbMNZg/s1600-h/100_3444.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHdui5ifvI/AAAAAAAAARE/AYvqyNYhUio/s1600-h/100_3443.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHdiZlnnjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/XPf-36gWP1s/s1600-h/100_3443.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHdZ3znlfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Qq7BEtPLrmo/s1600-h/100_3442.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-4605254432971603386?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/4605254432971603386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=4605254432971603386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/4605254432971603386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/4605254432971603386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SqHeHIkqEJI/AAAAAAAAARs/sRHdn0ctCxw/s72-c/Emily+first+day+8-3-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-2189949225168344609</id><published>2009-07-31T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:12:17.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe that it is already time to head back to school.  Yesterday we went to back to school night for the kids.  They don't want to admit it but they are all so excited to go back to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the kids to back to school night always brings back those memories of going to school.  It was always exciting to find your name on those long class lists.  You would search and search until you found your name and then search to see who was going to be in class with you.  After that you would either groan or celebrate depending on who you got as a teacher.  Then you checked out your classroom, got your supply list and then got to go school shopping!  Nothing like the thrill of a new lunchbox and backpack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is strange to think that we have a fifth grader this year.  To this day my most vivid memories of school start at around the fifth grade.  It may be because that is the first school year that I only attended one school, I'm not sure.  Erik says that he remembers fourth and fifth grade clearly too so I think that it is just that at about that time you are old enough to be able to carry those memories even many years after they happen.   Alek is really excited to start band this year.  The first week of school they get to go in and try out the instruments and decide if they want to join.  I have mixed feeling about school starting.  I am of course looking forward to having a quieter house during the day and hopefully getting things done but I am not looking forward to the homework, early bedtimes, packing three lunches every morning and most of all 7am school bus!  Yuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-2189949225168344609?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/2189949225168344609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=2189949225168344609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2189949225168344609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2189949225168344609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-6509843593027405095</id><published>2009-07-02T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:24:28.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our friends the goats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Skz7Uhqf0fI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NdaOvfhEusI/s1600-h/100_3320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Skz7Uhqf0fI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NdaOvfhEusI/s320/100_3320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353930387089248754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Skz7UCnIwyI/AAAAAAAAAQU/HwelIZCPic4/s1600-h/100_3315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Skz7UCnIwyI/AAAAAAAAAQU/HwelIZCPic4/s320/100_3315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353930378753655586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Skz6DkUOXPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/BzdriKXcLDE/s1600-h/100_3318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Skz6DkUOXPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/BzdriKXcLDE/s320/100_3318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353928996231732466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Skz6Dc2QWyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bsO7SUhnRUc/s1600-h/100_3313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Skz6Dc2QWyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bsO7SUhnRUc/s320/100_3313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353928994226985762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how the highlight of a trip can often be the simplest parts.  The kids LOVED the petting zoo.  They had a calf and a miniature sabu and of course goats.  The kids could brush and pet the goats as much as they wanted.  Each goat had on a collar, like a dog collar, that had its name on it.   We all like finding out the name of each goat.&lt;br /&gt;Even Eleanore got in some goat riding action.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Skz6TNs9gMI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jNMp18O37jM/s1600-h/100_3314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Skz6TNs9gMI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jNMp18O37jM/s320/100_3314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353929265039376578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-6509843593027405095?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/6509843593027405095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=6509843593027405095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/6509843593027405095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/6509843593027405095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-friends-goats.html' title='Our friends the goats'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Skz7Uhqf0fI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NdaOvfhEusI/s72-c/100_3320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-530312507906098974</id><published>2009-07-02T11:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:15:58.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrews Birds</title><content type='html'>We first discovered Andrews dislike of birds when we first got to the zoo and went to the aviary section.  He jumped at every bird that he saw from the pigeons on the ground eating crumbs to the birds in their cages.  Most of the birds are of course totally enclosed in their cages but some cages you can enter and look at them flying around.  Seems a little dangerous to me...mostly because of the obvious repercussions of standing under flying birds but it makes for a fun experience.  You go in the gate and are standing in a cage of sorts then you go through another gate and into the cage.  Like at the dog park to keep the animals from getting out.  Well, we went in one that had some owls in them.  You had to really look to see the owls but one was hiding the corner right above the exit gate.  When Andrew saw it he tore out of that cage as fast as he could and stood in the little cage between the two gates.  He looked like a shark diver!  He was okay to look at them from afar until we stood in front of the Condor cage and that huge Condor opened its wings...I knew little boys had high pitched screams but wow!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Skz3paMkkMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/5ETu5BVecpY/s1600-h/100_3307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Skz3paMkkMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/5ETu5BVecpY/s320/100_3307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353926347815424194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  By this time the poor kid had had enough of birds.  Unless he was looking at large animals he didn't want to leave the zoo cart that we had rented.  We stopped at the savanna exhibit to look at the giraffes and gazelle roaming around.  Like most zoos these two peacocks where strolling around freely.  Andrew didn't notice them at first, he was happy to watch the giraffes.  The female peacock walked up to him and stood next to his cart.  Andrew looked over and saw this huge bird standing within hands reach of him.  He jumped from the cart and bolted scaring the peacock.  The peacock started to run, Andrew started to run, both bird and boy thought they where being chased!  They ran back and forth along the sidewalk each scaring the life out of each other!  I was trying to grab Andrew, he was screaming and trying to get away from the bird, the bird was squawking and running from Andrew, people are taking pictures....it was crazy but funny in the end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-530312507906098974?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/530312507906098974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=530312507906098974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/530312507906098974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/530312507906098974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/07/andrews-birds.html' title='Andrews Birds'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Skz3paMkkMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/5ETu5BVecpY/s72-c/100_3307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-3728170205252661469</id><published>2009-07-02T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:00:08.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Skz1ZAoDv7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/nLegLwSXamg/s1600-h/slogan.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Skz1ZAoDv7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/nLegLwSXamg/s320/slogan.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353923867050229682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Phoenix zoo is running a special for the summer...kids under twelve get in free before 5:00.  Leah and I decided that it would be a fun way to spend the day while she was here so we packed up the kids and all of their stuff and headed off to the zoo.  We had no idea that we would have such an adventure.  Ethan who is our resident animal guru wanted to see it all...every animal, every bird, every reptile!  We learned that Ethan likes to read all the signs, Alek is a map fanatic, Andrew is afraid of birds, and Emily whined for 45 minutes about seeing camels!  By the time we had made it half way through the temperature was over 100.  The kids played in the spray park for a while then we headed to petting zoo.   After that we saw a few more animals and decided it was time to go.  We had been there for several hours and still had not seen the entire zoo.  Ethan was sad about that but we promised to come back again.  I am going to post our zoo fun in a couple of posts so that this one is not so long.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SkzyzU-kadI/AAAAAAAAAO0/5BKdHTzt8JI/s1600-h/100_3299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SkzyzU-kadI/AAAAAAAAAO0/5BKdHTzt8JI/s320/100_3299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353921020655069650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SkzzyiBH8aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/gxhWs3zm4BQ/s1600-h/100_3300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SkzzyiBH8aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/gxhWs3zm4BQ/s320/100_3300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353922106487206306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-3728170205252661469?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/3728170205252661469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=3728170205252661469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/3728170205252661469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/3728170205252661469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/07/zoo-adventures.html' title='Zoo Adventures'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Skz1ZAoDv7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/nLegLwSXamg/s72-c/slogan.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-2549372489939949523</id><published>2009-06-18T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:03:03.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the FUN begin!</title><content type='html'>While Erik is away on reserves Leah is coming to play at our house...we are going to go and pick her up this morning.  Hopefully we will get some of the stuff done on our long list of fun things.  Then I will have more to blog about....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-2549372489939949523?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/2549372489939949523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=2549372489939949523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2549372489939949523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2549372489939949523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-fun-begin.html' title='Let the FUN begin!'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-8784204627694756689</id><published>2009-06-07T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:45:41.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bisbee AZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Six4n-hnckI/AAAAAAAAAOE/s94NOfoEVhA/s1600-h/100_3205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Six4n-hnckI/AAAAAAAAAOE/s94NOfoEVhA/s320/100_3205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344779485976162882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Aleks final fourth grade project each student was given a town in Arizona that they had to research.  They had to do a written report and then decorate a box and build a diorama of the city inside.  Alek got Bisbee.  This is ironic since a lot of Erik's family comes from Bisbee.  This is his Bisbee project...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Six6hR0aLqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Xsxha50XTYU/s1600-h/100_3207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Six6hR0aLqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Xsxha50XTYU/s320/100_3207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344781569919430306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Six5ysg1EzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/OCy5gtZ0yRo/s1600-h/100_3208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Six5ysg1EzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/OCy5gtZ0yRo/s320/100_3208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344780769631212338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Six4zFAIexI/AAAAAAAAAOM/XPLlAqoa_CA/s1600-h/100_3209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Six4zFAIexI/AAAAAAAAAOM/XPLlAqoa_CA/s320/100_3209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344779676693330706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned a lot of fun things about the town and it's history.  The have some very cool places to visit there.  Alek liked being able to tell his class about his personal ties to the town.  He has decided that our next vacation should be to tour the mine and the haunted hotel there.  Its not that far away so we are hoping to do it soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-8784204627694756689?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/8784204627694756689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=8784204627694756689' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/8784204627694756689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/8784204627694756689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-aleks-final-fourth-grade-project.html' title='Bisbee AZ'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Six4n-hnckI/AAAAAAAAAOE/s94NOfoEVhA/s72-c/100_3205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-5929866740102577120</id><published>2009-06-07T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:14:17.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say hello to our little friend.</title><content type='html'>Or more like our newest enemy.  We found our first scorpion of the year the other day.  I being the arachnid wuss that I am of course screamed at it first then grabbed the nearest thing I could find and trapped it.  I called Erik at work and let him know first that he was welcome to put in for a transfer to anywhere else his work could send him to (even Cheyenne) and second that there was a fun present waiting for him trapped under the small garbage can on the back porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SixlAn62dMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/e6P2WE8ktkY/s1600-h/100_3204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SixlAn62dMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/e6P2WE8ktkY/s320/100_3204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344757919172162754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we made an appointment for our exterminator to come out and visit. Kisses to the exterminator guy!  When he got to the house Andrew told him all about his mommy screaming at the scorpion and trapping it under the garbage can for his dad.  Good thing is that he did a full flush out of the cinder block walls for me and put delta dust all over, bad news is that it can take 10-14 days to stop seeing the yucky bugs all together.   Most of them are not dangerous on the "could possibly kill you" level but I have heard that a scorpion sting is like being burned with a lite cigarette, not something I know about and would like to keep it that way!  I hate those things!  Thankfully Molly is good about letting us know when she sees them but still....eeewww!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-5929866740102577120?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/5929866740102577120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=5929866740102577120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5929866740102577120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5929866740102577120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/06/say-hello-to-our-little-friend.html' title='Say hello to our little friend.'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SixlAn62dMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/e6P2WE8ktkY/s72-c/100_3204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-6186135605729920536</id><published>2009-06-07T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:46:08.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When your the youngest....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Sixe-hjqb8I/AAAAAAAAANU/TlaWeLKUN1Q/s1600-h/Ella+hat+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Sixe-hjqb8I/AAAAAAAAANU/TlaWeLKUN1Q/s320/Ella+hat+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344751286034788290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get to dress up a lot!  Emily has discovered that not being the only girl anymore can be a lot of fun.  She has found Eleanore to be a fantastic dress up partner.  She used to try to get Andrew to play dress up with her but he always complained about what she wanted him to wear and she always got frustrated because he wouldn't wear high heel shoes.   Eleanore never complains about the accessories she has to wear and although she can't wear high heel shoes yet she has had her toe nails painted!   I love it because it keeps both girls busy for at least a little bit before Emily is on to her next project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SixfFW5fQvI/AAAAAAAAANc/pSexMtMlB7o/s1600-h/sweatband+ella.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SixfFW5fQvI/AAAAAAAAANc/pSexMtMlB7o/s320/sweatband+ella.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344751403432624882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Sixd0Jzg7MI/AAAAAAAAAM8/A29uXEVm0_E/s1600-h/Ella+hat+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-6186135605729920536?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/6186135605729920536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=6186135605729920536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/6186135605729920536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/6186135605729920536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-your-youngest.html' title='When your the youngest....'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Sixe-hjqb8I/AAAAAAAAANU/TlaWeLKUN1Q/s72-c/Ella+hat+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-1166219744052397757</id><published>2009-05-23T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:13:49.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday on Saturday</title><content type='html'>Okay so I know that it's not Friday but at least I am getting closer....&lt;br /&gt;We DVR'd Flight of the Navigator a little bit ago.  I had totally forgotten about it until I was deleting some things on the DVR and came across it.  Remember that movie?  It was one of those that we watched over and over and over.   I was at Target and noticed that they had it in their cheepie section.   I also noticed a few other of our favorites,  Goonies, Karate Kid, Escape to Witch Mountain,  Return to Witch Mountain, Gremlins, Short Circuit, Superman.   The best part is that they are all under 13 dollars!  I think that our video collection is going to grow soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, brothers and I used to play a game called Movie Theater when we where kids.  It wasn't really much of a game actually. We would take all the movies that my family had in our movie cabinet, take them out and spread them all over the floor.  Then we would go through each clunky VHS tape and write the title on a piece of notebook paper making a list.  As we made our "list" of each movie we would talk about our favorite parts, recite lines, and play out scenes from each movie.   The whole idea of "the movie theater game" was actually to list all the movies, vote on a favorite and then watch it.  We usually never made it to the voting or the watching.  My mom would probably say that all we did was make a big mess but aaahhh the memories!  Cleaning the mess was so worth it now that I have those memories.  The only messier game we played was store but that is another story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fun having the kids get a little older and be interested in a lot of these old movies that my sister, brothers and I used to watch.  On Sunday we like to play games and watch movies together, just spending time doing our version of family stuff.  I am going to turn on Flight of the Navigator tomorrow and see how they like it.  Anyone want to come over!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-1166219744052397757?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/1166219744052397757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=1166219744052397757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/1166219744052397757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/1166219744052397757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/05/flashback-friday-on-saturday.html' title='Flashback Friday on Saturday'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-6292088548026372471</id><published>2009-05-21T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:55:21.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Graduation</title><content type='html'>I remember very little about kindergarten. I remember it being all day. I remember having snacks and punch in little paper cups. I remember refusing to nap on my towel. Those things I remember but I don't remember having a graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily had her kindergarten graduation yesterday. They did a good job of keeping it short sweet and to the point. The kids all sang a song about going to first grade to the tune of "New York, New York" that one of the teachers had made up. Then they each got to go up when their name was called and get a certificate and picture. This is Emily's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338352352296971010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/ShWjLjyIKwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cG2yQBVXSyo/s320/Emily+grad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did a good job of hiding her chopped of bangs. If I had known they were taking them I would have tried to convince her to wear a nicer shirt, not like it would have helped, she would have worn what she wanted anyway.  She definitely has her own style!  It looks a lot better than the snapshots we got since we were a little to far away from the stage. We all got treated to punch and cookies in the classroom when it was finished. That was Andrews favorite part. It's hard to believe that she is all finished with kindergarten and headed to first grade. It seems like just yesterday she got lost getting on the bus as a brand new school kid. The boys are very jealous that she is done with school and they still had to go today and tomorrow. Schools out tomorrow, YIKES! Now the fun really begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-6292088548026372471?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/6292088548026372471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=6292088548026372471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/6292088548026372471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/6292088548026372471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/05/kindergarten-graduation.html' title='Kindergarten Graduation'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/ShWjLjyIKwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cG2yQBVXSyo/s72-c/Emily+grad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-5077860316915237816</id><published>2009-05-19T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:19:21.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday on Tuesday</title><content type='html'>My friend Charlene always tries to do a flashback Friday post and being the great friend I am I think that I am going to steal the idea from her. I am going to try to always do them on Friday from now on but this time we are making an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus comes at 7:00 sharp so the kids have to be up early on school mornings. Usually I can't drag them out of bed but this morning they all got up nice and early in anticipation of Field Day. Remember field day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved field day in school. Not only did it mean you got a whole day of playing games outside and not doing any work but it was also that signal that the end of the school year was upon you. Aaahhh, a morning full of kickball, softball, and mini track and field events. Some schools we went to even had each class wear a different color shirt or would give medals or ribbons to those"exceptional athletes". One year on the morning of field day my school also had a pet show. I got to bring my cat who of course won nothing and spent the entire morning trying to run away. It was successful a couple of times. Lessons learned: cats don't like leashes...and you can still do field day covered in scratches. I'm sure that my mom was also there. She often helped out with field day at our schools. I will have to ask her if she remembers this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in AZ the kids don't get to have field day all day like we did. They only get to have a small block of time set aside for each grade. With temperatures already in the triple digits they get to wear swimming suits and shorts and tank tops to school for just one day and have "water field day". Wouldn't that have been fun as a kid! I just hope that they are making as many memories as I did when I was a kid that they can remember for years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-5077860316915237816?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/5077860316915237816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=5077860316915237816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5077860316915237816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5077860316915237816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/05/flashback-friday-on-tuesday.html' title='Flashback Friday on Tuesday'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-548082040932108739</id><published>2009-05-15T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:26:41.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reward boards &amp; chore charts</title><content type='html'>I am a list maker. A very, very big list maker. I have lists and charts for everything. I had a friend once that laughed when she found something that I had not made a chart or a list for because it was a bit rare. As the the kids have gotten older some of the lists have gone away and some have stayed. I have struggled with finding a chore chart and reward system that would work with the varying personalities in my kids. I found one awhile ago that works so well I have to share. It's at www.myrewardboard.com. It was designed and created by the same gentleman that created the Jump Start series of computer games for kids. It says that it is geared for ages 5-12 but we have started our kids on it younger and it works well. You download it and then can do everything on the computer or print things out to hang up around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Sg2sbXki-HI/AAAAAAAAAL0/T2xAv7KUcpQ/s1600-h/Main_Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336118438557558514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Sg2zcqmipvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/oBRQEzj74g0/s320/CanDoCalendar_Small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to set up a chore and/or a goal chart for each child. Then you get to customize the chores or goals anyway you want. When they complete them they get a "happy". There is lots of interactive features and lots of clapping and congratulating from the happies. If you do allowances you can also use the piggy bank feature. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336118227507949970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Sg2zQYYZMZI/AAAAAAAAAME/FweK71ZSjXw/s320/GoalGizmo_Small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the week they kids get a payout day when they get to collect star points for what they have done for the week. As the parent you get to determine how many star points chores are worth and it has parental locks so that they can not do their payouts without you. They have &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a list of &lt;/span&gt;award certificates that the parent can turn on and off or you can create your own. They redeem the star points for the certificates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I like about it are that I can customize chores differently for my 10 year old than my 6 or 4 year olds. I also like that you can print out achievement certificates that they can hang on the fridge or in their room. My favorite thing is that you can type in your own chores or choose one from the list. The lists have everything from being nice and not hitting, to doing the laundry. My kids love it. You can get a free 15 day trial on the website. That gives you a couple of weeks to try it out. It's a very motivating program for kids and besides who doesn't like knowing they did a good job?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-548082040932108739?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/548082040932108739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=548082040932108739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/548082040932108739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/548082040932108739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/05/reward-boards-chore-charts.html' title='Reward boards &amp; chore charts'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Sg2zcqmipvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/oBRQEzj74g0/s72-c/CanDoCalendar_Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-3547346797380045698</id><published>2009-04-20T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:53:34.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Seat Cover</title><content type='html'>Okay, for all of you out there having babies, who have babies, or know someone with a baby....   When our babies are little and still in the infant carriers its nice to throw a blanket over the carrier so they can sleep, or keep out of the cold or sun, and just be covered from all those nasty germs everyone likes to share right?  I hate the way that when you put the blanket over the carrier it covers up the handle of the carrier and makes it a pain to carry, or slips off into the dirt, or falls in the snow.  I wanted to share this awesome car seat cover that I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326938528527832770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Se0WXk0-VsI/AAAAAAAAALs/lbYu_l0a4Gs/s200/cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are fantastic because they cover the car seat all the way front to back, leave the handle free, and will not slip off.   They come in all kinds of colors/patterns for girls and boys. Check them out at &lt;a href="http://www.thecarseatcanopy.com/"&gt;www.thecarseatcanopy.com&lt;/a&gt;  its lots of fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-3547346797380045698?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/3547346797380045698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=3547346797380045698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/3547346797380045698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/3547346797380045698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/04/car-seat-cover.html' title='Car Seat Cover'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Se0WXk0-VsI/AAAAAAAAALs/lbYu_l0a4Gs/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-2145342354973504071</id><published>2009-04-17T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:23:13.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A smile really is everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SejyyHeSKzI/AAAAAAAAALU/SOkESrisr1E/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325773502179060530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SejyyHeSKzI/AAAAAAAAALU/SOkESrisr1E/s200/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eleanore gave us the best gift for Easter. Her smile. Not just the no telling why haphazard baby smile but the kind when they look at just you and then smile. What a beautiful thing! Erik and I have gotten her to smile for us but her favorite person to smile at is Andrew. Molly draws a close second. Sometimes I'm not as good at taking pictures as I should be. You always try to make sure to burn those images in your mind but sometimes its hard to remember the camera too. One day they are babies and the next they are complaining because they are grounded and can't ride their bikes to the park!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-2145342354973504071?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/2145342354973504071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=2145342354973504071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2145342354973504071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2145342354973504071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/04/smile-really-is-everything.html' title='A smile really is everything'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SejyyHeSKzI/AAAAAAAAALU/SOkESrisr1E/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-8854283636090720241</id><published>2009-04-17T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:04:34.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toenail polish &amp; Peep toed shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SejtwTsPMjI/AAAAAAAAALM/NVVgZQ6fy50/s1600-h/P1010162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325767973540934194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SejtwTsPMjI/AAAAAAAAALM/NVVgZQ6fy50/s320/P1010162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily is 6 going on 16 with the attitude to match! This year for Easter she got a really cute lime green and white dress. She needed new shoes for church so what better time to&lt;br /&gt;buy them than to go with a new dress for Easter. She tends to have feet that are a little larger than most girls her age so it is hard to find shoes that fit but don’t look to old for her. We found these cute little peep toed shoes at Target on a great sale. She was so excited that they did not have straps on them and that she could wear them without socks. Of course she promptly informed me that if you wear peep toed shoes then you MUST have your toenails polished. We had to go and buy some sparkly polish for her toes. While there she tried very hard to convince me that she needed makeup to go with it. I wouldn't let her but the Easter bunny did just happen to leave some lipsmackers lipgloss in her Easter basket. If you know Emily you also know that she hates having her hair done.  I told her that to look good for Easter she also had to do her hair.  Not an easy thing since she cut all of her bangs off a few days before but we agreed on and made the flower for her hair.  She is very proud of her Easter outfit this year and her perfect pair of peep toes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-8854283636090720241?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/8854283636090720241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=8854283636090720241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/8854283636090720241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/8854283636090720241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/04/toenail-polish-peep-toed-shoes.html' title='Toenail polish &amp;amp; Peep toed shoes'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SejtwTsPMjI/AAAAAAAAALM/NVVgZQ6fy50/s72-c/P1010162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-8294687599737506677</id><published>2009-04-16T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:39:57.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Sef5-f-8bYI/AAAAAAAAALE/mjE0nzCb2ME/s1600-h/P1010156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325499936521612674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Sef5-f-8bYI/AAAAAAAAALE/mjE0nzCb2ME/s400/P1010156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Sef5uMe5XQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/q3SsW2hHCN4/s1600-h/P1010157.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-8294687599737506677?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/8294687599737506677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=8294687599737506677' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/8294687599737506677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/8294687599737506677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/Sef5-f-8bYI/AAAAAAAAALE/mjE0nzCb2ME/s72-c/P1010156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-5399673763530562278</id><published>2009-03-27T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:24:05.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsters in the drain</title><content type='html'>Andrew has been talking a lot lately about the monster that lives in the kitchen drain.  Wasn't exactly sure what that meant but he never seemed disturbed by it either.  Sometimes he leaves the water running in the kitchen to "give the monster a drink".  Since it never bothered him that there was a "monster" in the drain I didn't make a big deal out of it.  Last night when we where finishing up the dishes he started talking about his monster.  He couldn't figure out why I had never heard the monster that lived in there and was getting a little frustrated with me.   Well, you know how when you run the water full stream straight into the garbage disposal on the sink it makes a bit of a rushing sound...and the when you turn it off you can hear the water finishing its journey down the pipe.  There in lies the monster!  He swears that that sound can be explained in no other way than simply that there is a monster that lives in the drain and eats all the food that we send down.  If he is always eating our old food than surely he needs a drink from time to time.  Wouldn't it be wonderful to still be able to see the world that way?!  Theres always a simple reason for everything if we just look for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-5399673763530562278?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/5399673763530562278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=5399673763530562278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5399673763530562278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5399673763530562278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/03/monsters-in-drain.html' title='Monsters in the drain'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-7176382131086663802</id><published>2009-03-18T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:34:12.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Bars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/ScEwh8YQqMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/c5eeH1TQ_aQ/s1600-h/Monkey+bar+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314582394975594690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/ScEwh8YQqMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/c5eeH1TQ_aQ/s400/Monkey+bar+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/ScEwUO1HZDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1Dh7Jf2c02A/s1600-h/Monkey+bar+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily has been trying for a while to learn the monkey bars at the park. Last week when we went she made it all the way across. She is posting some pictures so that everyone can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great job Emily! You go girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-7176382131086663802?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/7176382131086663802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=7176382131086663802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/7176382131086663802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/7176382131086663802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/03/monkey-bars.html' title='Monkey Bars'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/ScEwh8YQqMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/c5eeH1TQ_aQ/s72-c/Monkey+bar+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-290933299716086197</id><published>2009-03-18T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:15:09.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St Patricks Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/ScEsDcuxYcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qe8HAm1KjJ8/s1600-h/P1010127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314577473037492674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/ScEsDcuxYcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qe8HAm1KjJ8/s320/P1010127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-290933299716086197?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/290933299716086197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=290933299716086197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/290933299716086197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/290933299716086197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St Patricks Day!!'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/ScEsDcuxYcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qe8HAm1KjJ8/s72-c/P1010127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-6077142984321005766</id><published>2009-03-10T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:18:11.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleanore's new duds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SbcROsvDwxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CYWHoKNSO5k/s1600-h/new+duds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311733229731169042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SbcROsvDwxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CYWHoKNSO5k/s200/new+duds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to thank Aunt Kim for the great gift she sent for Eleanore and wanted everyone to see the fantastic job she did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank You Aunt Kimberly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-6077142984321005766?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/6077142984321005766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=6077142984321005766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/6077142984321005766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/6077142984321005766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/03/eleanores-new-duds.html' title='Eleanore&apos;s new duds'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SbcROsvDwxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CYWHoKNSO5k/s72-c/new+duds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-7557798520751625253</id><published>2009-03-10T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:11:57.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing Eleanore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SbcPt71wSGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/z4inrZwChWQ/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311731567338473570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SbcPt71wSGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/z4inrZwChWQ/s200/P1010011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We where able to bless Eleanore on the 1st of March. She is adjusting well to being part of such a loud, crazy family. We couldn't have asked for a better baby! She is waking up a little more every day and we are looking forward to watching her sweet personality develop and grow. A huge thank you to Erik's family for making the LONG drive down to celebrate this with us, and especially to Grandma for the beautiful dress.  We loved having you and hope for more visits to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-7557798520751625253?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/7557798520751625253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=7557798520751625253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/7557798520751625253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/7557798520751625253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/03/blessing-eleanore.html' title='Blessing Eleanore'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SbcPt71wSGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/z4inrZwChWQ/s72-c/P1010011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-8328769640406833111</id><published>2009-03-10T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:06:21.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SbcOS0Iv_oI/AAAAAAAAAJM/LF2qnILbsB4/s1600-h/P1010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311730001902567042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SbcOS0Iv_oI/AAAAAAAAAJM/LF2qnILbsB4/s200/P1010007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SbcOSYd6WKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4aflwQoW12c/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311729994475133090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SbcOSYd6WKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4aflwQoW12c/s200/P1010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 4th Birthday Andrew!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its hard to believe that four years ago we welcomed Andrew into our family! He has been asking for months for this Spongebob cake and was shocked to see that he got it! We had so much fun celebrating with Grandma and Grandpa, Aunt Leslie, Uncle Tyler and the cousins. He was very sad to see Zane leave. (I was very sad to see Zane leave) Thank you to all the boys for being so much fun to play with and give us all a break!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-8328769640406833111?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/8328769640406833111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=8328769640406833111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/8328769640406833111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/8328769640406833111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-andrew.html' title='Happy Birthday Andrew'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SbcOS0Iv_oI/AAAAAAAAAJM/LF2qnILbsB4/s72-c/P1010007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-2084504555082115939</id><published>2009-03-10T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:53:15.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New shoelaces and old shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SbcNSRIn0JI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rn__PJIzJ-g/s1600-h/P1010059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311728892995162258" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SbcNSRIn0JI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rn__PJIzJ-g/s200/P1010059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of you who grew up back in the 80's have to remember those shoelaces that we all used to have. You know the ones, they came in every character, color and pattern that you could think of and you always got at least one pair from your friends on your birthday. It didn't matter how dirty, dingy, or old your shoes were you put them on anyway. It was like a brand new pair of shoes right?! Emily found these at Target a while back and she had to have them put on her dusty old shoes. Don't you love buying those crazy nostolgic things for your kids? She is so excited to show them off at school. She has told me several times how much better her shoes look than another girl who has the same pair. Oh the vanity!! Better yet, for all of you who are smiling and nodding your head at your own memories ...remember when we used to put them on our roller skates? Even when they where to short?? You know you did....ah good time, good times! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-2084504555082115939?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/2084504555082115939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=2084504555082115939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2084504555082115939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2084504555082115939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-shoelaces-and-old-shoes.html' title='New shoelaces and old shoes'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SbcNSRIn0JI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rn__PJIzJ-g/s72-c/P1010059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-5125108162120838194</id><published>2009-02-28T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:24:26.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Bottom For President</title><content type='html'>The President has been on TV a lot lately and was here in Mesa last week so it reminded me of a conversation I had with Ethan when it was time to vote.  Ethan had come home from school and I had reminded him that there was no cub scouts that day because it was voting day.  He asked  if Erik and I had gone to vote.  I told him that we had.  Who did you vote for he asks.  John McCain I told him.  Awww that's to bad he says.  Why I ask.  I wanted you to vote for that other guy, you know Rock Bottom.  Rock Bottom??  You mean Barack Obama, why do you want us to vote for him?  His name is Barack Obama?  Yes....   Oh never mind,  I wanted you to vote for the guy with the weird name but I thought it was Rock Bottom!   It doesn't matter now.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but think that maybe that would be the easier way to vote....to the guy with the weirdest name go the spoils!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-5125108162120838194?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/5125108162120838194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=5125108162120838194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5125108162120838194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5125108162120838194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/02/rock-bottom-for-president.html' title='Rock Bottom For President'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-9199181717191436357</id><published>2009-02-28T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:14:14.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect pair of new shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SaoZkP3dZ0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/MjrqkyK6dOM/s1600-h/shoes%2520021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308083221334681410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SaoZkP3dZ0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/MjrqkyK6dOM/s200/shoes%2520021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan needed new shoes...not a surprise there. He isn't much into athletic shoes like Nike, or New Balance but he loves canvas sneakers. He usually has ones like Keds or Vans, or some facsimile of. Well, if you have priced kids shoes lately you know that it is not surprising to find that they are around $20 a pair at their cheapest, and that was at Target. So we figured we would pay a little more and get him a good pair that might last just a little longer. He found a pair of Chuck Taylors, you know those good old Converse sneakers. If you've never seen a boy fall in love with a pair of shoes than you should have been there!! A couple of days after he told me that they where the best shoes he had ever had and that he never wanted any other kind of shoe the rest of his life. Can't you just see him as one of those funny guys who wears a suit and Converse All Stars! Sure makes the price you have to pay worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-9199181717191436357?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/9199181717191436357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=9199181717191436357' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/9199181717191436357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/9199181717191436357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfect-pair-of-new-shoes.html' title='The perfect pair of new shoes'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SaoZkP3dZ0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/MjrqkyK6dOM/s72-c/shoes%2520021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-5249074952756770508</id><published>2009-02-17T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:03:11.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our newest addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SZt6X9fytOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3O_svv0JYl8/s1600-h/100_2984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303967538222380258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SZt6X9fytOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3O_svv0JYl8/s200/100_2984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SZt6XhxA9WI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4975rqB1_kM/s1600-h/100_2985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303967530778424674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SZt6XhxA9WI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4975rqB1_kM/s200/100_2985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's finally here! Eleanore Kathryn Olsen arrived February 6th. Unlike the rest of us she was in no hurry to get here. After almost 25 hours she finally arrived at 4:49 pm. They had originally had her due date late in the month but thankfully moved it up so she only weighed in at 7lbs 4 oz. Ironically the same weight as her two oldest brothers. She is a wonderful baby with a very calm, sweet personality and (finally) dad's hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-5249074952756770508?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/5249074952756770508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=5249074952756770508' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5249074952756770508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5249074952756770508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-newest-addition.html' title='Our newest addition'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SZt6X9fytOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3O_svv0JYl8/s72-c/100_2984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-5758686685903123032</id><published>2009-02-17T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:31:28.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Alek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SZtkt02zW5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/kMYcwYWfePA/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303943724604283794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SZtkt02zW5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/kMYcwYWfePA/s200/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 10th Birthday Alek!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aleks birthday was a bit of a whirlwind. Thanks go to Boo for picking up for us while at the hospital! She made sure his birthday went smoothly. We couldn't have done it without her. He said the chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream and sprinkles with candels made up for us not being there. Wow, trumped by a chocolate chip pancake!! It sure would be nice to be ten again sometimes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-5758686685903123032?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/5758686685903123032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=5758686685903123032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5758686685903123032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5758686685903123032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-alek.html' title='Happy Birthday Alek'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SZtkt02zW5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/kMYcwYWfePA/s72-c/Picture+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-1787840772555242202</id><published>2009-02-17T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:05:30.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa Constrictor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SZtexBGwbwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_3-HZmHTDgU/s1600-h/boa+constrictor+habitat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303937182362267394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SZtexBGwbwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_3-HZmHTDgU/s200/boa+constrictor+habitat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SZtewykZBMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nVIi30BWhxg/s1600-h/boa+constrictor+habitat+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303937178460030146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SZtewykZBMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nVIi30BWhxg/s200/boa+constrictor+habitat+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SZteRY2oRJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/L5gw8oA_g18/s1600-h/boa+constrictor+habitat+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SZteRc0YoEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/fk9v-foZPV4/s1600-h/boa+constrictor+habitat.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan had to make a shoebox diorama of a boa constrictor habitat. I love when teachers send home these assignments. They take a little more work for us but the kids enjoy something different. He did an awesome job and wanted to post his pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-1787840772555242202?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/1787840772555242202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=1787840772555242202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/1787840772555242202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/1787840772555242202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/02/boa-constrictor.html' title='Boa Constrictor'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SZtexBGwbwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_3-HZmHTDgU/s72-c/boa+constrictor+habitat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-7129767164516197961</id><published>2009-01-26T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:45:32.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinewood Derby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SX31tTyBpOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/A3Uu_dHyZ5o/s1600-h/100_2957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295658895610586338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SX31tTyBpOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/A3Uu_dHyZ5o/s200/100_2957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SX31tDks7PI/AAAAAAAAAGs/m-6cBAyhDGU/s1600-h/100_2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295658891259735282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SX31tDks7PI/AAAAAAAAAGs/m-6cBAyhDGU/s200/100_2954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SX31tBzGPfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jWFGmQIEtmc/s1600-h/100_2899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295658890783243762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SX31tBzGPfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jWFGmQIEtmc/s200/100_2899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SX31s_Qh44I/AAAAAAAAAGc/yoD0kHxwDYw/s1600-h/100_2898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295658890101384066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SX31s_Qh44I/AAAAAAAAAGc/yoD0kHxwDYw/s200/100_2898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was time again for the cub scout pinewood derby! This year when we got the cars for the boys we found out that they had taken the center notch out of the car (the part that was there to make it already look something like a car) and left it totally square. Erik is working graveyards right now so between school for the boys, work, and sleep it was hard to fit in all that cutting for cars. He wanted the boys to do as much of the work as possible anyway. They loved planning out the cars and imagining how they wanted them to look but wasn't very happy with all the cutting and sanding involved. Kudos to them for making them almost entirely by hand. Ethan won the award for the most futuristic car and Alek won the turtle award. Aleks car was the slowest car but he felt his award made up for it since there is a real turtle shell on the plaque. He is making sure that Erik hangs it in his room for him today! Andrew (our little car fanatic) loved watching the cars race. We got an extra car for Emily to make one but she was a little sad that she wasn't able to race hers like the boys. All in all it was fun to cheer them on and to see them turn that block of pine into the little race car. Sometimes cubs can be such a hassle but don't the look cute in those little uniforms?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-7129767164516197961?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/7129767164516197961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=7129767164516197961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/7129767164516197961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/7129767164516197961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/01/pinewood-derby.html' title='Pinewood Derby'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SX31tTyBpOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/A3Uu_dHyZ5o/s72-c/100_2957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-4534209817069171439</id><published>2009-01-23T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:54:38.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethans Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SXpKRajoIVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SwD52oE_Jl0/s1600-h/Ethans+bday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294625974974423378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SXpKRajoIVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SwD52oE_Jl0/s200/Ethans+bday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SXpKRL_rDPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/a49WQM5Z-9M/s1600-h/dino+cake+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294625971065523442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SXpKRL_rDPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/a49WQM5Z-9M/s200/dino+cake+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SXpKQ-Q_MBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cgesHVAsVl4/s1600-h/candles+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294625967380049938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SXpKQ-Q_MBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cgesHVAsVl4/s200/candles+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 9th Birthday Ethan&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we got to celebrate Ethan's birthday. Ethan has been in love with dinosaurs since he was really small and of course wanted a dino cake again this year. I tried a new technique I learned for frozen icing transfers to make it. He got to be the guinea pig. It was easier than I thought and a lot faster than making the cake with the shaped pan and all the little stars to fill it in. I enjoyed not having to cook since he wanted pizza and orange soda for dinner. His teacher even gave him a present...no homework after school yesterday. That was a gift for me as much as for him! Thanks to everyone who called and sent cards he enjoyed them a lot. Happy Birthday again to Ethan...here are a few pictures to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-4534209817069171439?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/4534209817069171439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=4534209817069171439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/4534209817069171439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/4534209817069171439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/01/ethans-birthday.html' title='Ethans Birthday'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SXpKRajoIVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SwD52oE_Jl0/s72-c/Ethans+bday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-2028175684420451443</id><published>2009-01-21T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:04:57.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>31/2 Weeks</title><content type='html'>3 1/2 weeks.  That's what they tell me we have until the due date.  I am starting to wish it was more like 31/2 days.  Not a happy pregnant person I am afraid.  We have had a million ultrasounds for a million different things and they tell me the baby is still kind of big.  She feels big to me!   Either that or it's just the fact that I am way to out of shape to be doing this again.  I will post an ultrasound picture...just for fun.  We will keep you all updated....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-2028175684420451443?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/2028175684420451443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=2028175684420451443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2028175684420451443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2028175684420451443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2009/01/312-weeks.html' title='31/2 Weeks'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-4373241286813565496</id><published>2008-12-29T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:05:41.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aleks glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SVktH0p0EXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_gviSyRAOPw/s1600-h/100_2834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285305250112344434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SVktH0p0EXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_gviSyRAOPw/s200/100_2834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alek&lt;/span&gt; brought a note home from the school nurse one day saying that he had not passed the general eye exam that they do at school. I was a little surprised because he had never complained about not seeing. We made an appointment with our family eye doc and sure enough he is nearsighted (Takes after his dad) and needed glasses. He was unhappy about it at first, and afraid he would look like a nerd, but once he realized he could see a lot better he wasn't so unhappy. We are happy about it because we have now found the secret source to some of his grumpy moods. Hey, it's hard to be happy when you can't see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; clearly right! Now he has a little girl at school chasing him so he doesn't think the glasses are so bad after all....I think he is so cute in them that I had to put up a picture for you to all see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-4373241286813565496?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/4373241286813565496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=4373241286813565496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/4373241286813565496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/4373241286813565496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2008/12/aleks-glasses.html' title='Aleks glasses'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SVktH0p0EXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_gviSyRAOPw/s72-c/100_2834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-828594353759737743</id><published>2008-12-29T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:54:47.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Very Quick Year in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so here is our really quick year in review....We moved here to AZ at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;begining&lt;/span&gt; of the year as you all know.  It's been an interesting and sometimes difficult change.  Took some time to get used to.  Of all the places we thought we would end up this was not even on the list.  We survived our first summer.  114 degrees and we never even went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;utah&lt;/span&gt; once this summer. &lt;br /&gt;Ethan was baptized in July and lots of family came to visit.  I have learned to navigate the curbs of the Delta terminal at Sky Harbor and how to loop back around the airport when I miss them thanks to all of my flying family.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alek&lt;/span&gt;, Ethan, and Emily started school.  So much fun to have three kids in school!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Alek&lt;/span&gt; got his first pair of glasses and Emily lost her first tooth. &lt;br /&gt;We got to have Halloween in shorts and t-shirts.  That was interesting but lots of fun!  The kids got hot trick or treating in the costumes we had left over from cooler climates.  Still had warm weather at Thanksgiving but cooled down for Christmas.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;!  We even got rain.  Loved the rain...hated our yucky muddy unfinished back yard.  We missed everyone in Utah but glad we didn't come to share in the snow.  Maybe next year...and our favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of news is of course finding our surprise of adding another baby to the family!  Due in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Feb'ish&lt;/span&gt;.  That gets complicated but we will keep everyone posted.  So that is our VERY Quick year in review.  I promise to keep up from now on so that you all don't have to have the condensed version again next year.  We love you all.  Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-828594353759737743?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/828594353759737743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=828594353759737743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/828594353759737743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/828594353759737743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-very-quick-year-in-review.html' title='Our Very Quick Year in Review'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-9161033911272216807</id><published>2008-09-29T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:38:50.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>My sister-in-law Kim tagged me so I will give this a shot...&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;Link the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;Mention rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;Tell about 6 quirks of yours.&lt;br /&gt;Tag 6 fellow bloggers to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment to let them know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Garbage bags without ties on them.  I never buy garbage bags with out the drawstrings and I hate when they don't get tied up before they go into the outside garbage can.  I don't know why but I hate even the thought of garbage free in the can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Shoes on the bed...and worse on the sheets.  I hate when anyone sits on the bed with their shoes on and I hate even more when the kids don't make their beds and then do it.  Do you know where the bottoms of your shoes have been?  Think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If anything is going to go wrong with the car it will be for me.  Our cars (especially Erik's car) love to play tricks on me.  If the gas runs out as soon as the light goes on it is for me, if the tire is flat, me, if the battery is dead, or it just won't start, yup you guessed it ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pillows on the floor.  Ok, so maybe I have a bed thing.  I try to keep separate pillows for the family to use on the floor and I never use them.  The kids love to drag their pillows out to the trampoline.  Oh the horror of that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am a Lost, Heroes, and secret Greys Anatomy fan.  I have been known to plan simple meals for the family on these nights on purpose and always make sure the DVR is set just in case.  I save the ice cream or other dessert for these nights so come on over and join....you know you want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Rain!  I love rain.  Not constant forever and ever rain.  I like sunny days too.  Most people get depressed when they have two many, rainy, cloudy or snowy days in a row.  I struggle when there are to many sunny days in a row and we moved to Phoenix!  Yikes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, there you go!  I tag Shanda, Bethany, Charlene, Britta, and Amanda.  Your it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-9161033911272216807?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/9161033911272216807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=9161033911272216807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/9161033911272216807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/9161033911272216807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-2933891361934556030</id><published>2008-09-29T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:02:20.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Toes</title><content type='html'>Emily dropped the wooden kitchen bench on her foot last week. After bandaging it up we figured that she would be fine in the morning so we made a big deal of it all and put her to bed. The next morning when I woke her for school she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;complaining&lt;/span&gt; about it. Boy what a change from the night before. Her big toe and the two next to it where a nice shade of black and purple! The big toe was almost twice its size and was bruised all the way to the top of her foot. To the docs office we went. They did an x-ray and...bad news is that the bone in her large toe was broken, good news, the other two toes where fine and the foot itself was fine. Not much can be done for toes so she has to keep them bandaged and wear a shoe that is just a bottom with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Velcro&lt;/span&gt; on the top. I was going to include a picture but decided not to for all those with weak constitutions (aka my camera is still broken) It is killing her to not participate in PE and recess but she has made it a point to NEVER sit on the bench the wrong way again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-2933891361934556030?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/2933891361934556030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=2933891361934556030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2933891361934556030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2933891361934556030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2008/09/broken-toes.html' title='Broken Toes'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-2663849489283142642</id><published>2008-09-05T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:36:36.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing worse...</title><content type='html'>than a broken camera.  We have two.  Sorry it will be a while until we get some pictures back on here.  One digital camera stopped working and the other seems to be missing the charger since the move.  We have two film SLR's but a heap of good they do when you are spoiled and want your pictures now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-2663849489283142642?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/2663849489283142642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=2663849489283142642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2663849489283142642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2663849489283142642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2008/09/nothing-worse.html' title='Nothing worse...'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-4385592520926061052</id><published>2008-07-25T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T07:56:46.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bull and the Bear</title><content type='html'>We try to never dumb down our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conversations&lt;/span&gt; to much just because the kids are around and a while back Erik and I where talking about the stock market falling into the Bear market.  Emily was obviously listening as we talked because suddenly she says.  Oh no there is a Bear market!  Mommy we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want a bear market, bear markets are bad.  I said how did you know that a bear market is bad.  She says, its simple bear markets are bad and bull markets are good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why you want a bull market with all your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;commodities&lt;/span&gt; (which she mispronounced).  Shocked we asked her how she knew all this.  Easy she says I learned it from that game.  It took us a second then realized she meant PIT.  Emily's favorite card game, one she often wins at, even with adults.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-4385592520926061052?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/4385592520926061052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=4385592520926061052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/4385592520926061052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/4385592520926061052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2008/07/bull-and-bear.html' title='The Bull and the Bear'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-2056632239846501211</id><published>2008-07-25T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T07:51:19.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy I want to be...</title><content type='html'>We have always encouraged the kids to learn new things or to take lessons in something they are interested in.  Emily has decided that she likes ballet because it is pretty but it is to slow and she wants to try something else.  We have been trying to get her to tell us what she wants to do without our ideas swaying her to much.  I guess she has been thinking about it because she announced that "Mommy, I want to be a snowboarder!"&lt;br /&gt;Emily: Mommy I want to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snowboarder&lt;/span&gt; and take snowboard lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Emily we can't do that we live in Phoenix.  It doesn't snow here. Maybe we can think of something else.&lt;br /&gt;Emily:  Oh&lt;br /&gt;She leaves and comes back a while later&lt;br /&gt;Emily: Mommy I have it all figured out!  We will drive to Utah, take my snowboard lessons, spend the night then drive back!&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I don't think that we can drive two days just for a snowboard lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Emily:  But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; be in the Olympics! &lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yes, I suppose you could one day, but we are still going to have to think of something else.&lt;br /&gt;Emily:  OK, then I want to ride ponies!&lt;br /&gt;This girl is so active.  She never stops.  I am looking forward to school starting in a week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-2056632239846501211?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/2056632239846501211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=2056632239846501211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2056632239846501211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2056632239846501211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2008/07/mommy-i-want-to-be.html' title='Mommy I want to be...'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-5123406226254540827</id><published>2008-07-25T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T07:43:39.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SInmcoPDhLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/w4IKAbp05JE/s1600-h/100_1638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226962222051460274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SInmcoPDhLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/w4IKAbp05JE/s200/100_1638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SInmM6uTqjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EH_oP0qvyec/s1600-h/100_1579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226961952136473138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SInmM6uTqjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EH_oP0qvyec/s200/100_1579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SInmNfjoKdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8_-XCsBbcF0/s1600-h/100_1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226961962023791058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SInmNfjoKdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8_-XCsBbcF0/s200/100_1592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SInmNnI40tI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bN1gc9L3eWM/s1600-h/100_1610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226961964059120338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SInmNnI40tI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bN1gc9L3eWM/s200/100_1610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SInmNw_YlTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7BFcQGtznuI/s1600-h/100_1655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226961966703613234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SInmNw_YlTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7BFcQGtznuI/s200/100_1655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SInmOXWeGoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MdaU0PLpvPo/s1600-h/100_1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226961977000991362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SInmOXWeGoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MdaU0PLpvPo/s200/100_1589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had lots of people come to visit this month for Ethan’s baptism so one of the days we decided to go to the Starry Safari event at the Phoenix Zoo. Although they hold Starry Safari late in the day (after 6) so that it will be cooler the temps where still in the triple digits most of the time. It is a special event for the kids so that they can see some of the animals that are still awake but the also have inflatable water slides, a splash park, and an inflatable bounce house and bungee run for them to play on. The kids had a blast playing with the cousins and getting wet. Lots of thanks to everyone who came and especially to Jon and Shanda for the pictures when our camera wasn’t working!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-5123406226254540827?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/5123406226254540827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=5123406226254540827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5123406226254540827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/5123406226254540827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2008/07/phoenix-zoo.html' title='Phoenix Zoo'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SInmcoPDhLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/w4IKAbp05JE/s72-c/100_1638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-7748121186852653641</id><published>2008-07-25T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T07:17:33.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan’s Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SIngcGUNQ2I/AAAAAAAAADw/mFZVS1P7-88/s1600-h/100_1662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226955615876498274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SIngcGUNQ2I/AAAAAAAAADw/mFZVS1P7-88/s200/100_1662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had Ethan’s baptism on July 12th. He thought it was pretty cool that he was the only boy to be baptized. In true Ethan spirit we didn’t have a luncheon after but took the drive over to Ethan’s favorite hangout, the McDonalds at Power Ranch. He was a little nervous but did well. He was pretty proud of himself when he told his dad that he opened his eyes while under that water. We are proud of him and the decision that he made to be baptized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-7748121186852653641?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/7748121186852653641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=7748121186852653641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/7748121186852653641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/7748121186852653641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2008/07/ethans-baptism.html' title='Ethan’s Baptism'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SIngcGUNQ2I/AAAAAAAAADw/mFZVS1P7-88/s72-c/100_1662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-8937464332821738721</id><published>2008-06-14T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T18:56:46.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan’s Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SFR21qjfkQI/AAAAAAAAABs/w6gFBHYtoiQ/s1600-h/CTR1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211921333102809346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SFR21qjfkQI/AAAAAAAAABs/w6gFBHYtoiQ/s200/CTR1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to let everyone know that Ethan will be baptized on July 12th. If anyone would like a mini vacation just let me know. HA-HA. Anyway, we just wanted to get the word out for now and this seems like the easiest way to do that. We are going to invite everyone personally I have just been a little slow at getting it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-8937464332821738721?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/8937464332821738721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=8937464332821738721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/8937464332821738721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/8937464332821738721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2008/06/ethans-baptism.html' title='Ethan’s Baptism'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SFR21qjfkQI/AAAAAAAAABs/w6gFBHYtoiQ/s72-c/CTR1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-976304555810440603</id><published>2008-06-09T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:47:42.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SE4HPh-KH9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/QLtR5crYLoY/s1600-h/puppy+love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210109782312755154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SE4HPh-KH9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/QLtR5crYLoY/s320/puppy+love.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, having way to much fun with this so here's another one for ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-976304555810440603?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/976304555810440603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=976304555810440603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/976304555810440603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/976304555810440603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-one.html' title='Another One'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SE4HPh-KH9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/QLtR5crYLoY/s72-c/puppy+love.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-2645803601477405916</id><published>2008-06-08T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T16:38:10.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Scrapbooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SExtUSJEKpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sI-czB_XVJU/s1600-h/thinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209659064195492498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SExtUSJEKpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sI-czB_XVJU/s320/thinking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so when we moved the moving company was kind enough to lose several boxes for me. One or two of which was filled with my very large collection of scrapbooking materials. I swore they must be somewhere in this house but have now come to the defeated conclusion that they are not. I even unloaded the entire closet of holiday boxes just in case but all that brought me was the opportunity to put it all back again. Anyway...since I have become so digitally minded lately and since I now need to replace all of my stuff I decided to give digital scrapbooking a whirl. I'm not sure how it is going to turn out I am going to send it to a printer and see since I can't print my own 12x12's. Here is a sample for ya though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-2645803601477405916?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/2645803601477405916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=2645803601477405916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2645803601477405916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/2645803601477405916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2008/06/digital-scrapbooking.html' title='Digital Scrapbooking'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SExtUSJEKpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sI-czB_XVJU/s72-c/thinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701843352015899116.post-8427543238098201586</id><published>2008-06-03T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:41:03.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Official Residents"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SEiVmvl9unI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z8oFyGW7nRM/s1600-h/saguaro_cactus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SEiVmvl9unI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z8oFyGW7nRM/s320/saguaro_cactus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208577461897247346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now official residents of the state of Arizona.  Our new driver’s licenses and license plates on the cars say so!  I was a little unsure about moving to AZ, my mind full of images of cactus, rocks, blowing dirt and those Snoopy cartoons with his cousin Spike; but after 6 years of moving I was more than ready to give anywhere a try.  We have now been here almost four months and are finding that we really do love it.  I love the still quiet mornings and the cool evenings; I love that there is no need for snow shovels, boots and parkas; I love not having to watch the weather forecast every night since the weather is always clear, sunny and hot.  I love the little lizards that love to bask on the back fence and the hummingbirds that come to feed, and yes I even love the majesty of the cactus and the rock landscaping (easy to maintain).  Our backyard is unfinished so I can’t really say I “love” the swirling dirt but I am adjusting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701843352015899116-8427543238098201586?l=theolsengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/feeds/8427543238098201586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3701843352015899116&amp;postID=8427543238098201586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/8427543238098201586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3701843352015899116/posts/default/8427543238098201586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolsengang.blogspot.com/2008/06/official-residents.html' title='&quot;Official Residents&quot;'/><author><name>The Olsens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298171849403174000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjnGoA6KXaY/SEiVmvl9unI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z8oFyGW7nRM/s72-c/saguaro_cactus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
