<?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-7342514776333652257</id><updated>2011-11-09T09:26:46.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dildine Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-9206993136471589959</id><published>2011-10-31T18:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T14:50:28.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/e1579555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/e1579555.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a festive Halloween that began when the kids got home from school. &amp;nbsp;Once everyone was decked out, we headed over to Grandma Dildine's to show off costumes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and go Trick-or-Treating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/f4729f2b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/f4729f2b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan came up with this last minute costume after rummaging through his dad's closet! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/ed58c1a7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="600" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/ed58c1a7.jpg" width="399" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow! &amp;nbsp;He is getting so big! &amp;nbsp;P.S.- I adored this spot in Grandma Ruby's backyard. &amp;nbsp;With all of the Fall leaves, it was a perfect place to take these photos. &amp;nbsp;(note to self--remember that for next year!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/3cef7234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/3cef7234.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny made a PERFECT Harry Potter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/aefb138a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="600" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/aefb138a.jpg" width="399" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to get him to shout "Stupefy!" when I snapped this picture, but this was the extent of his enthusiasm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/2bddb194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/2bddb194.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan was really excited to be a vampire, but not as excited about wearing the vampire teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/b6046ef4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="600" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/b6046ef4.jpg" width="399" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I can't blame him. &amp;nbsp;Those plastic pearly whites really do hamper candy consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/dc731ac0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/dc731ac0.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia was over the moon that I let her wear make-up. &amp;nbsp;She wanted to wear it to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/3a73fe68.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="600" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/3a73fe68.jpg" width="399" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia decided that she wanted to be a Mermaid this year, the generic variety. &amp;nbsp;This was not to be confused with The Little Mermaid, Ariel. &amp;nbsp;That would have required red hair. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/29892f29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/29892f29.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here is Ruby, our Little Pumpkin Fairy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/cc1d1a09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="600" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/cc1d1a09.jpg" width="399" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you to her cousin, Paige, for supplying some of the important elements of her costume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/335635c5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="415" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/335635c5.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though I can't say that Halloween is my favorite holiday, I can say that I love seeing my kids all dressed up and having fun. &amp;nbsp;What a great group!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-9206993136471589959?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9206993136471589959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=9206993136471589959&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/9206993136471589959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/9206993136471589959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-3417061097858917419</id><published>2011-09-21T19:38:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T14:47:01.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to the hospital early on September 21st, thinking that I would have a smooth delivery...after all, it was my fifth, right? &amp;nbsp;I had it all planned out, every detail. &amp;nbsp;I had done this before: &amp;nbsp;everything in order at home, my mom flying in the night before, pantry and fridge stocked, house clean, toe nails painted, People magazine stashed in my suitcase, tiny pre-made bows ready, make up bag handy for a stellar "after" picture with the baby. &amp;nbsp;:) &amp;nbsp;Well, about 10:30 a.m. I signed a bunch of paperwork releasing the hospital from any liability regarding my epidural. &amp;nbsp;Soon after, everything went crazy. &amp;nbsp;I warned the nurse anesthetist that my epidural might be tricky. &amp;nbsp;Both with Ryan and Lydia, they had to try twice to get the epidural in. &amp;nbsp;Nothing could be as bad as that, right?...wrong. &amp;nbsp;The procedure that should have taken five minutes, took an hour. &amp;nbsp;They tried to seat the epidural four times until finally, when I felt to sharp shooting pains down my legs, I knew something was wrong. &amp;nbsp;It didn't help that the guy supposed to be in control seemed frantic and started saying, "oh, no. &amp;nbsp;I'm so sorry. &amp;nbsp;I'm so sorry." &amp;nbsp;Mike was terrified and I was in immediate pain in my head, neck and shoulders. &amp;nbsp;He had punctured the dura (where the spinal fluid is) and actually zinged me in the spinal chord. &amp;nbsp;That is when he called for help. &amp;nbsp;Enter real anesthesiologist...epidural seated...and done, but it was too late for what my recovery would look like. &amp;nbsp;(And should I mention here that the epidural never quite worked all of the way?). &amp;nbsp;Thanks to the pain meds they pumped into my IV, I labored the rest of the time in and out of sleep, laying flat. &amp;nbsp;That is, until they set me up to push. &amp;nbsp;(That is when the spinal headaches are unbearable because the spinal fluid leaks out of the puncture). &amp;nbsp;I've never felt pain like that. &amp;nbsp;I hope I never have to feel pain like that again. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/dcc10aac.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/dcc10aac.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then she was here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/1c31ac41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/1c31ac41.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ruby Lyn Dildine was born at 2:36 p.m. and was 7 lbs. 6 oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She came out crying, but soon after was calm, just taking in her surroundings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/0746bf24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/0746bf24.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was after they moved me to the recovery room, on a gurney, laying flat. &amp;nbsp;I could not walk yet, nor could I sit up. &amp;nbsp;Don't I look like I have been through a war? &amp;nbsp;Yah, at that point I didn't care so much about my glamourous "after" picture. &amp;nbsp;The doctors explained that I was not a good candidate for the miracle Blood Patch that could take away all of my pain almost immediately. &amp;nbsp;So, weighing our options Mike and I decided that we would wait out the spinal headache and deal with a tough recovery...anywhere from five days to five weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/e9f6023a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/e9f6023a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom brought the kids down to see me and Ruby. &amp;nbsp;After such an emotional and traumatizing day, I was so glad to see them and get hugs from each of them. &amp;nbsp;I was worried for them to see me in such bad shape but I think my mom prepped them pretty well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/0970345f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/0970345f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These older two boys have been so great with the baby. &amp;nbsp;It is so nice to have an extra couple pair of hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/4b0f8ca8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/4b0f8ca8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan loves Ruby. &amp;nbsp;He likes to go up to her and say, "a-booga-booga-booga!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/6683d569.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/6683d569.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The proud big sister. &amp;nbsp;Lydia has some trouble saying her R's, so when she talks about baby Ruby it sounds like: &amp;nbsp;baby woovey. &amp;nbsp;:) &amp;nbsp;Everywhere we go Lydia refers to Ruby as "MY baby." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/9237d290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/9237d290.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Normally, I would have gotten a picture with all of the kids and me. &amp;nbsp;I soon learned that this time around I would have to let go of my expectations. &amp;nbsp;I never did read that People Magazine, we didn't get a "first bath picture" of Ruby in the hospital, nor did she get to use any of those pre-made bows. &amp;nbsp;I even planned on having all of these pictures Blogged and Facebooked that very evening. &amp;nbsp;But the truth is, I couldn't feed myself, walk or barely hold my own baby. &amp;nbsp;We definitely had other things to worry about, and I wasn't expecting that. &amp;nbsp;I had to start focusing on what was REALLY important. &amp;nbsp;What was important was that I get feeling better and that Ruby made it here safe and sound. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-3417061097858917419?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3417061097858917419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=3417061097858917419&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/3417061097858917419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/3417061097858917419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-7633862165965755926</id><published>2011-09-16T18:37:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T19:09:24.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It worked well to have Nathan's birthday fall on a Friday. &amp;nbsp;We got to enjoy "date night" as an entire family. &amp;nbsp;Nathan's Uncle Jim and his new wife, Valerie tagged along, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/527d696d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/527d696d.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan didn't get a friend party this year. &amp;nbsp;On our kids' "family party" years we usually take them out to dinner. &amp;nbsp;Nathan chose Tucanos. &amp;nbsp;We would have had the waiters sing to him, but Lydia was terrified at the prospect. &amp;nbsp;That was okay. &amp;nbsp;He still got the complimentary ice cream sundae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/335763b2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/335763b2.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thirteen Candles. &amp;nbsp;You're all grown up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/e555cd97.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/e555cd97.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan opened a few presents. &amp;nbsp;This was one of his favorites...Jimmer Fredette's Sacramento Kings Jersey. Mike ordered it special with "Jimmer" on the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/da70b170.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/da70b170.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valerie made the comment that this was probably one of the last pictures of our FOUR children. &amp;nbsp;She was right! &amp;nbsp;Just a couple days later a new little bundle would arrive. &amp;nbsp;Pictures to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-7633862165965755926?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7633862165965755926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=7633862165965755926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7633862165965755926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7633862165965755926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-8760036327917103422</id><published>2011-09-16T15:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T15:39:19.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Teenager</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to My Teenager, Nathan! &amp;nbsp;Yes, he is Thirteen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0179-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0179-1.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what he looks like now, handsome and all grown up. &amp;nbsp;But to me it seems not too long ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/8cc49933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="605" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/8cc49933.jpg" width="365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that My Teenager looked like this. &amp;nbsp;What a cutie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-8760036327917103422?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8760036327917103422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=8760036327917103422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/8760036327917103422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/8760036327917103422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-teenager.html' title='My Teenager'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-4076766842210634687</id><published>2011-08-30T09:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T21:21:59.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over the last couple of weeks and days my crew has gone back to school. &amp;nbsp;Here are the pics. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/ca8cb5cf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/ca8cb5cf.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Lydia went back a couple of weeks ago. &amp;nbsp;She is on a year-round track for her preschool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/d71d8dc0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/d71d8dc0.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is her latest "smile" pose. &amp;nbsp;A tip of the head and a little grin. &amp;nbsp;Lydia is such a social butterfly. &amp;nbsp;She has already made so many friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/2de29014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/2de29014.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My biggest boy, Nathan. &amp;nbsp;He is now in the middle of the pack at the Middle School. &amp;nbsp;So great that he gets to ride his bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/7c078eb8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/7c078eb8.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The close-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/539093ed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/539093ed.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Danny is head honcho at the Elementary School. &amp;nbsp;He is right back at home, loving every minute that he gets to spend with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/0b8f8776.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/0b8f8776.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny is really excited about his teacher. &amp;nbsp;Mr. Price has a whole collection of Superman and Batman toys in the classroom. &amp;nbsp;Danny can't quit talking about how cool he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/65a129d2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/65a129d2.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big transition for Ryan this year. &amp;nbsp;He went from half-day Kindergarten, to full-day First Grade! &amp;nbsp;He is so grown up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/aaab7121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/aaab7121.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far, so good. &amp;nbsp;His teacher is a perfect fit for him. &amp;nbsp;Although he was quite nervous the first day, he has been very brave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/f1f21036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/f1f21036.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that these two walk to school. &amp;nbsp;I think it's going to be a great year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-4076766842210634687?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4076766842210634687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=4076766842210634687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4076766842210634687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4076766842210634687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/1st-day.html' title='1st Day'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-4710135727320700488</id><published>2011-08-27T21:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T16:37:48.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Weekend-The Reception</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made it back to Boise just in time to grab some stuff to decorate the getaway car and head straight to the reception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/cfa921de.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/cfa921de.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reception was held in &lt;a href="http://dildinefamilyof8.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brad and Tricia's&lt;/a&gt; backyard.  The setting was perfect and in the shade it really wasn't too hot, considering the High-90's weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/e26f7bc9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/e26f7bc9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ice Cream was served along with the wedding cake.  I just love how this candy topping table turned out.  So colorful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/f6cb01b6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/f6cb01b6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It really was a great weekend.  We were glad that we made an event out of it with all of the kids.  Our family was able to create some fun and treasured memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/43d519d6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/43d519d6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the days leading up to the wedding Valerie was super worried that someone would "trash" the car.  She only wanted something done if it was tasteful, so I decided to head up the project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/5cc2055f.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/5cc2055f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the help of some of Jim's nieces and nephews, we got the getaway car all decked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/934b480c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/934b480c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clanking cans...so classic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/e878dabe.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/e878dabe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before you knew it the reception was over and everyone went out front to see Jim and Valerie off.  Hugs were shared from moms, dads and siblings...and in Jim's particular case from about 15 cousins.  He has always been the favorite uncle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/cb107b33.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/cb107b33.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We cheered them on as they drove out of the driveway.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jim and Valerie-We are all so excited for you!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You two are really a fantastic couple.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best Wishes and Many Years of Happiness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-4710135727320700488?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4710135727320700488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=4710135727320700488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4710135727320700488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4710135727320700488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/wedding-weekend-reception.html' title='Wedding Weekend-The Reception'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-888073834216049758</id><published>2011-08-27T14:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T16:38:09.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Weekend-The Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wedding, of course, was lovely and perfect.  And, of course, I cried my eyes out like a lot of people did, only I was ten times worse, being pregnant and all.  I tried not to make a scene on the way out of the sealing room, but I'm pretty sure my sniffs and muffled cries were echoing loud and clear in that quiet room. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/ff185c1f.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/ff185c1f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The entire time Lydia was connected at the hip with Valerie's youngest sister, Claire.  She is Ryan's age, but these two little girls really hit it off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/56790a3b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/56790a3b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; They roamed around laughing and playing.  At any given moment if I would ask someone, "Have you seen Lydia?" the answer would always be, "Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, she's with Claire."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/9b0fd6e9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/9b0fd6e9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The happy couple coming out of the temple.  Oh, so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/da41b682.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/da41b682.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dildine&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/2ecb4f92.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/2ecb4f92.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A multitude of family pictures were taken.  This is one of my favorites.  All of the brothers together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/50ce2e32.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/50ce2e32.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After pictures we headed to Chili's for a quick lunch.  We were good and hungry and had a great time eating with our cousins and other family.  This is the "big kid table."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/eeca3ebf.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/eeca3ebf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a day for celebration.  Now, back to Boise for the reception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-888073834216049758?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/888073834216049758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=888073834216049758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/888073834216049758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/888073834216049758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/wedding-weekend-wedding.html' title='Wedding Weekend-The Wedding'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-7148184369918382304</id><published>2011-08-27T10:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T18:41:29.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Weekend-Saturday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the things that was so fun about going up the night before the wedding, was that we got to stay in the same hotel with all of the family.  Grandma, Grandpa and Jim were only one floor away, and Valerie and her family were only a couple doors away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/23df67d3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/23df67d3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Downstairs in the hotel, we had a nice breakfast with Jim and Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dildine&lt;/span&gt;.  After pancakes, Lydia got to hear a story from Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dildine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/8d61e943.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/8d61e943.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That morning Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dildine&lt;/span&gt; was full of stories from when he served in the army.  It was also very nice for the kids to spend some quality time with their Uncle Jim before his wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/9142ab0b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/9142ab0b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About 10:00, Mike took the kids on an outing to Shoshone Falls.  They were really flowing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/68bda778.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/68bda778.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They all enjoyed the view and then snow cones that died their lips blue.  Meanwhile, I was back in Valerie's room with her mom, sister and one of her bridesmaids. We got her hair all done and had some laughs and hugs. I really do adore Valerie. I know we are going to be good friends. After one last hug, I wished her luck and told her I'd see her in the temple. Soon she was going to be Valerie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dildine&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-7148184369918382304?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7148184369918382304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=7148184369918382304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7148184369918382304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7148184369918382304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/wedding-weekend-saturday-morning.html' title='Wedding Weekend-Saturday Morning'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-4640115975819779230</id><published>2011-08-26T11:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T18:12:02.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Weekend-Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike's brother, Jim, got married over the weekend.  Since the Boise Temple is closed for some kind of major renovation, we got to make the two hour drive out to Twin Falls for the occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/6e203bd5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/6e203bd5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a late breakfast on the way out of town.  We went to eat at the brand new Kneaders that just opened in Meridian.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/HolidayInn.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 475px; height: 318px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/HolidayInn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We arrived at our hotel just in time to grab some Lunchables and Powerade at the gas station across the street, drop the kids off in the room and run (as well as you do at eight and a half months pregnant), to catch Valerie's temple session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/876eaf51.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/876eaf51.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a nice afternoon in the temple Mike and Jim took the kids to Buffalo Wild Wings, while I was on Hair Duty with Valerie's mom, Ann.  We had practiced on Valerie's hair the week before, under the tutelage of my hair dresser sister-in-law, Jeryl.  Valerie and Jim had pictures Friday night, so we were in charge of pulling off the up-do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/1ac7bbce.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/1ac7bbce.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since this was going to be the first time Jim saw Valerie in her dress, we had him wait in the lobby of the hotel.  I was tasked with riding the elevator down before the others, so that I could capture the look on Jim's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/0a85448c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/0a85448c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could not resist snapping this photo on the way to the photo shoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/6d248c6c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/6d248c6c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The photographer needed some help blocking the setting sun.  Her assistant, along with Valerie's entourage got involved.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/19b902d2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/19b902d2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After soooo many darling and beautiful pictures were taken, we went back to the hotel.  We all popped our heads into the swimming pool so Valerie could show off her dress to Jim's parents and my family, who were swimming.  Though I expected Lydia to run right up to Valerie and get her soaking wet, she seemed to understand the situation.  She walked up very slowly and was simply in awe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/e3d6911d.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/e3d6911d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valerie was more than ready to get out of her dress and relax, so she, Jim, Valerie's parents and all of her brothers and sisters (she has six), joined in the fun at the pool.  The kids played hard and when they got back up to the room at 10:15 they were starving.  Mike made a quick emergency run to McDonald's for nuggets and fries.  All were snoozing by a little after 11:00.  Late Night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7342514776333652257-4640115975819779230?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4640115975819779230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=4640115975819779230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4640115975819779230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4640115975819779230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/wedding-weekend-friday.html' title='Wedding Weekend-Friday'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-5134887094225986918</id><published>2011-08-20T10:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:09:53.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibling Prep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The following  are pictures that we took to the Sibling Preparation class that the kids and I attended.  We took the class at the hospital where I am going to deliver our baby.  Each picture was taken at about three days old, right before they were taken home from the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/NathanNewborn.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 644px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/NathanNewborn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DannyNewborn.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 618px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DannyNewborn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanNewborn.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 617px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanNewborn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/LydiaNewborn.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 678px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/LydiaNewborn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/297169e6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/297169e6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the teacher introduced each of the kids by showing their baby pictures (wow, they all grew up so fast!), we went on a tour of the Labor and Delivery area, the nursery, and the Mother/Baby floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(P.S.-you'd think that since everything went digital all those years ago that you would NEVER have a picture where someone is closing their eyes.  Remember the days when you would ALWAYS  take two or three film pictures just to be safe?  But alas, occasionally we all forget to check the preview screen on our digital cameras and are ALSO out of the habit of taking two or three shots.  Always kind of a bummer when you see the pictures on your computer.  Still cute though!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/b8217dd5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/b8217dd5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here Ryan and Lydia are checking out the bed where they put the baby to keep it warm, right after it is born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/8b284dab.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/8b284dab.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the tour we headed back to our classroom, where the kids were taught to put diapers on the dolls that we had brought along with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/b60699c1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/b60699c1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan and Danny were by far the oldest in the class.  They were both such good sports and actually made the whole experience so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/fcb37060.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/fcb37060.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow I ended throwing this poor one-armed doll into the mix of dolls that came to the class with us.  I keep telling myself that I'll get her arm sewn back on, but it just never seem to happen.  I think it makes this "Successful Diapering Picture" all the more funny.  Good job Nathan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/92210a9a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/92210a9a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here Ryan is cuddling his elephant that he brought.  Putting a diaper on an animal with a tail presented a slight challenge, but not one that deterred Ryan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/a656e392.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/a656e392.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next the kids learned to swaddle a baby, hold a baby and then burp them.  What great practice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/10379216.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/10379216.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The class taught many other things about how to help Mom with the baby, how to handle feelings, and what a newborn baby is like.  The whole thing was quite a wake up call for me, too.  I suppose that this whole baby thing is actually going to happen!  I think these four siblings are all prepared to welcome and help with their new little sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/40b6786e.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/40b6786e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the tour was over we concluded our afternoon by having lunch in the hospital cafeteria.  As we walked out of the revolving hospital door, each of the kids had their Class Completion Certificate in hand.  I guess we'll be back in just a few short weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-5134887094225986918?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5134887094225986918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=5134887094225986918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/5134887094225986918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/5134887094225986918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/sibling-prep.html' title='Sibling Prep'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-284513151810195398</id><published>2011-08-18T13:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T16:03:07.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though I wasn't sure how she would take it, last week I informed Lydia that not only would her brothers be going in for their six month dental check-ups, but that she would be joining them for her very First Visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/1eab1fc9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/1eab1fc9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia has watched her older brothers go to the dentist every six months for years. Maybe that is why she so willingly welcomed this new adventure.  She was ecstatic, not scared in the least.  She was her usual social self, chatting with each and every person that passed by.  She was confident and couldn't wait to pick out of the famous prize bucket that she had heard so much about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/a18ffb8f.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/a18ffb8f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do have to say that our Pediatric Dentist is a pretty cool place to visit.  With a spaceship, video games and movies in the waiting room, who wouldn't be excited to go?  Once you are in the chair you can watch a movie right above your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/f1749b85.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/f1749b85.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"101 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dalmations&lt;/span&gt;" was playing when we arrived, but Lydia had no reservations about requesting one of her favorite movies for her First Cleaning:  "Princess and the Frog."  Lydia was so sweet and happy to be there, the "girl dentist," as Lydia called her, was glad to oblige.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/72893db3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/72893db3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once Lydia had her teeth counted by the actual dentist, he proclaimed to the entire office:  "Lydia has no cavities!"  The whole office staff cheered for her.  Lydia got her picture taken and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;goodie &lt;/span&gt;bag full of prizes, along with a T-Shirt.  She then completed long awaited dream of going to the prize bucket, by picking out a purple sticky hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7342514776333652257-284513151810195398?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/284513151810195398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=284513151810195398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/284513151810195398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/284513151810195398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/1st-visit.html' title='1st Visit'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-7402483972086017915</id><published>2011-08-13T11:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T19:22:12.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridal Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few months ago Mike's brother, Jim, got engaged.  He is the last of the nine siblings to get married.  As it turns out, I have really hit it off with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fiancé&lt;/span&gt;, who will soon be my new sister-in-law.  I would like to introduce you to Valerie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/b59de167.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 393px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/b59de167.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't they great together?  They seem so well suited and blissfully happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/71a5803c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/71a5803c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since Valerie and I have become such good friends, I decided that I wanted to throw a Bridal Shower for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/be248430.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/be248430.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really do enjoy throwing a party.  We had loads of women and girls over here and had a really nice morning together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/67b3c095.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/67b3c095.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a light brunch, I served &lt;a href="http://www.food.com/recipe/Best-Ever-Banana-Cake-With-Cream-Cheese-Frosting-67256"&gt;Banana Cake&lt;/a&gt;.  It is an amazing recipe.  (Thanks to my sister, Angie, for the tip). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/4f57cbda.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/4f57cbda.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valerie received a lot of nice gifts.  Here she is displaying a quilt that her sister and her grandma made for her.  It includes jeans from several members of her immediate and extended family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been really fun to get to know Valerie.  I think we are going to be great friends.  Only two more weeks until the wedding.  I am so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-7402483972086017915?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7402483972086017915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=7402483972086017915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7402483972086017915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7402483972086017915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/bridal-shower.html' title='Bridal Shower'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-8965044422580519905</id><published>2011-07-29T12:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T18:49:00.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snack Crafts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know that feeling at the beginning of the summer when you feel like you can have wonderful activities and enriching plans for your kids each and every day?  I don't feel like our summer really started until after our trip to Hawaii and our Family Reunion.  I had plans for themed weeks, starting with the first week, which was Organizing.  We did a complete revamp on the toys and created the Dildine Toy Library.  Lydia and Ryan may check out one toy box each, but may not check out another toy box until the first box is cleaned up and checked back into the library.  The library is in a secluded room off of our master bedroom and is under lock and key.  So far the system has really worked.  No more endless days of picking up toys, upon toys.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The second themed week was:  Cooking and Food.  I made the boys do the grocery lists and shopping.  They cooked our meals and every day we did a Snack Craft.  Unfortunately, our themed weeks stopped after that.  Maybe next summer, when I don't have eight weeks until baby number 5 arrives, we will accomplish more than just two themed weeks. Nonetheless, here are some of our creations (tons of ideas online, by the way):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/342f4c8e.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/342f4c8e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A telephone.  Ring!  Ring!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ingredients:  Half an apple, sliced banana, mini marshmallows, black icing and red Pull n' Peel licorice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/4d3085cd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/4d3085cd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hard at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/00799663.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/00799663.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the great things about doing snack crafts is that you get to snitch ingredients while creating the final project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/40d95317.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/40d95317.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peanut Butter Application on the marshmallow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/1c159a2f.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/1c159a2f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just after Peanut Butter Application on the tongue! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/b9def6c3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/b9def6c3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was another of our favorites:  Little Strawberry Elves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ingredients:  Strawberries, whipped cream, mini chocolate chips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/593e7f22.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/593e7f22.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this snack craft was the biggest hit:  An Angry Bird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ingredients:  watermelon slice, cucumbers, olives and mango&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/da13c7e0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/da13c7e0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love how each Angry Bird seems to have it's own personality.  This is a picture we texted to Mike at work, with the caption:  "Angry Birds"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/9012c048.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/9012c048.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is the picture that he texted back to the kids, with the caption:  "Angry Dads"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids thought it was hysterical!!!  I have to admit I had a good laugh, too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-8965044422580519905?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8965044422580519905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=8965044422580519905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/8965044422580519905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/8965044422580519905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/snack-crafts.html' title='Snack Crafts'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-3372102537904109763</id><published>2011-07-26T18:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T18:01:31.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The River</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the nights in July we headed to the river that is just up the street from our house.  In the Spring the water from this river is close to overflowing and in years past, actually has done so.  But once the summer hits, the water recedes and slows down.  The water leaves behind a rock pile for throwing and skipping, a perfect sandy beach and perfect shallow water to beat the summer heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/5df6b919.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/5df6b919.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The youngest clinging to dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/edc2c121.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/edc2c121.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though chilly to dip into at first, the water is quite refreshing when the temperatures are in the 90's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/3e0b0ff7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/3e0b0ff7.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan loves throwing rocks into the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/2b051d5d.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/2b051d5d.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia May...so serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/4c5574cc.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/4c5574cc.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sister with Big Brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/fdb92bc0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/fdb92bc0.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Handsome fella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afterwards we headed to the other side of the bridge for a Coldstone Ice Cream Treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-3372102537904109763?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3372102537904109763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=3372102537904109763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/3372102537904109763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/3372102537904109763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/river.html' title='The River'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-5385661461410034672</id><published>2011-07-21T12:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T18:00:51.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, at 31 Weeks Pregnant, you can't help but have certain cravings.  Such was the case one afternoon, right about lunch time.  I was in desperate need of some frozen yogurt from a new place in town called U-Swirl.  We skipped lunch, well, not really...we just had U-Swirl FOR lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the pics aren't great...they were taken on my iPhone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/23ecc3ff.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/23ecc3ff.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How bad could it be?  Look at all of that yummy fresh fruit and nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/5be9963d.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/5be9963d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both of the older boys followed suit, with a healthy lunch selection, despite it being on frozen yogurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/771cc74d.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/771cc74d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the time we got through the toppings line with Lydia and Ryan, I was second guessing my decision to have Frozen Yogurt be our lunch.  The little ones piled on junk!   M&amp;amp;M's, Skittles, Gummy Bears, Frosted Animal Crackers, Gummy Worms, Oreos and the like...not a lick of fruit.  I guess there are worse things, right?  I suppose it &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; kind of fun to veer from our typical afternoon PB and J, or PB and H (honey), carrots and pretzels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/98d1b678.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/98d1b678.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When is the last time you had dessert for lunch?  I highly recommend it!  It might really hit the spot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7342514776333652257-5385661461410034672?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5385661461410034672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=5385661461410034672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/5385661461410034672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/5385661461410034672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/craving.html' title='Craving'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-5530005488967472947</id><published>2011-07-08T17:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T17:18:41.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Danny's B-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/b2d6a2df.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/b2d6a2df.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year was low-key for Danny's birthday.  It was a year for him to have a family party.  He requested homemade pizza for dinner, but being pregnant, I was not up for the task.  So he was delighted when we took him to Primos for unlimited regular and dessert pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/28c6a13e.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/28c6a13e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny's birthday this year ended up having a very specific theme.  Most of his gifts had to do with Harry Potter.  He is a little late being a fan, but has been reading the books and watching the movies incessantly.  He wanted to be prepared when the last movie in the series came out...Which he did go get to see with his cousin Paige, about a week later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/5ccfa6a1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/5ccfa6a1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not entirely sure what Danny's wish was, but if I had to make a guess I'm pretty sure it had to do with Hermione, ya know, Emma Watson.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/emmawatson.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 225px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/emmawatson.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny's had a crush on her for awhile and we have caught him sleeping with her picture under his pillow. One time at dinner he even confessed to having kissed her picture. Don't tell anyone!!!!! I would be in big trouble. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7342514776333652257-5530005488967472947?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5530005488967472947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=5530005488967472947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/5530005488967472947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/5530005488967472947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/dannys-b-day.html' title='Danny&apos;s B-Day'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-6046650583398890039</id><published>2011-07-06T20:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T16:43:10.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the things that we really enjoyed this Spring was watching American Idol as a family.  When I got online to look at the tour dates I realized that we would be in Utah for the reunion.  We took the older boys to the concert and Angie and Eliot came along.  A big shout-out to my other sister Natalie and her husband Brian, for watching the other youngsters at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/d5ec8fe5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/d5ec8fe5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready for the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/e4854137.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/e4854137.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The stage is ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/e59df3a9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/e59df3a9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Lauren...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/22ca416d.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/22ca416d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/aee92294.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/aee92294.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the end of the concert I was beat.  We had the toughest time getting out of the parking lot.  It seemed to be moving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; slow.  Once we came around this little bend in the back of the stadium we realized why.  The masked scary guy in this picture came right up to our van and gave Eliot a high five.  I was a little freaked out until I realized that it was James &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Durbin&lt;/span&gt;.  He then headed over to sign some autographs for his adoring fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/311e37d5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/311e37d5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other man in the mask?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stephano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Langone&lt;/span&gt;.  He was one of my favorites, as he is a Seattle Native.  We all had a great time dancing and laughing and singing with our favorite performers from Season 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-6046650583398890039?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6046650583398890039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=6046650583398890039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6046650583398890039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6046650583398890039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-1040415194418077843</id><published>2011-07-05T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T16:27:45.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/a2a9d50b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/a2a9d50b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had so much fun hanging out with our immediate cousins.  Every night we got to come back to Angie's and hang out together.  I snapped this picture of Lydia with her new cousin Lanie.  The pajamas Lanie is wearing are ones that Lydia used to wear when she was small.  It is crazy how time just keeps on ticking and these little ones just keep growing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-1040415194418077843?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1040415194418077843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=1040415194418077843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/1040415194418077843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/1040415194418077843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/growing.html' title='Growing'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-2169666603076774038</id><published>2011-07-04T20:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T16:20:45.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all headed to a nearby church to set off fireworks that we got at the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/0cbbe8a1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/0cbbe8a1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia and Sydney were less than thrilled with the loud noises and commotion.  Grandma Swensen kept them safe and they all watched the show from the comfort of the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/66dee8fc.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/66dee8fc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan looks a bit intimidated here, but was actually quite excited about all of the fireworks.  He and Mitchell and Wesley made up a song about "Fireworks being so cool."  The trio sung it at the top of their lungs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/a8a15e9a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/a8a15e9a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike was close by, along with others of my uncles to make sure the younger generation could handle their role as "Firework Lighters."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/d2b899fb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/d2b899fb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is definitely a right of passage to move from Firework Watcher, to Firework Lighter.  I love how Nathan is giving a salute in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/50ef211e.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/50ef211e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of the firework lighters running with their sparklers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/fe3bdbe7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/fe3bdbe7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for a great show Nathan and Danny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Fourth of July!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-2169666603076774038?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2169666603076774038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=2169666603076774038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2169666603076774038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2169666603076774038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-2930004624257294930</id><published>2011-07-04T15:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T16:19:39.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Festivities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/c34fada6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/c34fada6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The morning of the Fourth all of the cousins had some downtime watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.  It was really fun that we all got to stay together at Aunt Angie's House.  Baby Lanie and Madison are the two cousins missing in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/31441a51.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/31441a51.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We continued the celebrations at my Aunt Julie's, who like I had mentioned before, did a wonderful job planning the Reunion.  Here Sydney and Lydia are enjoying one of the fabulous meals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/67707408.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/67707408.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Bounce House was a big part of the day.  It had a water slide and entertained the kids for hours.  I kept telling myself I would get out and take pictures, but only felt the urgency once the company came to take it down.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/3a9a0d99.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/3a9a0d99.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  Lydia decided to take a break from the heat and enjoy a movie.  &lt;/span&gt;Julie had prepared endless treats and snacks for the family.  Goldfish&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;...always a favorite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/fc5caa67.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/fc5caa67.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After dinner, all of the kids all got a chance to take a swing at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Piñata&lt;/span&gt;.  They are all sitting on the trampoline together, waiting with their plastic bags, ready for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;piñata&lt;/span&gt; to burst open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/7307522f.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/7307522f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/321d01da.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/321d01da.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/fbf64cce.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/fbf64cce.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hitting order was youngest to oldest.  Even with the hard hitting older cousins, we were able to go through the order twice.  I think it was my Aunt Pam that finally broke the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;piñata&lt;/span&gt; open.  Danny was actually off golfing with my uncle and cousins, but we remembered to grab him some of the spoils.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/c31b07e6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/c31b07e6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is so fun to be together as family.&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/7342514776333652257-2930004624257294930?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2930004624257294930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=2930004624257294930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2930004624257294930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2930004624257294930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/fourth-festivities.html' title='Fourth Festivities'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-2091439704390325511</id><published>2011-06-30T19:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T20:07:34.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since we were going to be traveling to a Family Reunion the next day, we celebrated Mike's birthday one day early with his favorite:  a double cream lemon pie from Marie Callenders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/1b86fefd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/1b86fefd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/4c447adc.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/4c447adc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a surprise, I had my sister, Angie, pick up a cake in Utah.  We arrived to the Reunion just in time for dinner.  Then my entire extended family was able to sing to Mike on his real birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/96774c79.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/96774c79.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Julie really did a great job planning the Reunion.  Lydia and Madison couldn't resist some of the Patriotic Garb that she had purchased for the celebrations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/03dc0539.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/03dc0539.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the days we all went to a BBQ up Provo Canyon, at Nunn's Park.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/75f86628.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/75f86628.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia loved hanging out with her cousins and some of her second cousins.  Here she is being silly with Wesley and Sydney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/8ff92741.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/8ff92741.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This group used the Croquet set to make what they called "a circus."  As you can tell, they took the job very seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-2091439704390325511?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2091439704390325511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=2091439704390325511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2091439704390325511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2091439704390325511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/celebrations.html' title='Celebrations'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-7447714392724399615</id><published>2011-06-19T10:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T15:22:47.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-Bye Maui</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0198.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0198.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next morning we headed down the open air concourse to catch our airplane back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0199.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0199.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aloha and Mahalo Maui.  Thank you for all of the wonderful memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-7447714392724399615?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7447714392724399615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=7447714392724399615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7447714392724399615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7447714392724399615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-bye-maui.html' title='Good-Bye Maui'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-4213797859887663612</id><published>2011-06-18T20:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T15:18:09.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our last night we headed to Whaler's Village for one last Hula Show and to go through the shops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0194.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0194.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They had dancers of all ages.  Some as small as Lydia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0191.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0191.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got some Hula Pie from Lelani's and the Ice Cream Sandwich from Hula Grill "to go" and ate them while we enjoyed the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0193.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0193.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan in his souvenir sweatshirt from Honolua Surf Company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0183-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0183-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kayla is enjoying our last sunset on the island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0181.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0181.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan, Ryan, Danny and Lydia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0189.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0189.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the silhouettes of the three youngest running in the surf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0179-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0179-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This might be one of my favorite pictures from the trip.  I love the color of the sand and the water, with the sunset glowing on Nathan's face.  I also love that the Hawaiian Islands are on the shoulder of his sweatshirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh, paradise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-4213797859887663612?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4213797859887663612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=4213797859887663612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4213797859887663612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4213797859887663612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-6441204694949887875</id><published>2011-06-18T17:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T14:10:24.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat the Heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the Swap Meet everyone was more than ready to jump in the water to cool off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/324e66bf.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/324e66bf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is another picture from the lobby of the resort.  I made all of the kids stop for a photo before they RAN up to the room for their swim suits.  You can see some of the spoils from the swap meet.  Lydia adored that fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/14bbb250.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/14bbb250.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One nice thing about the resort is that it is only steps away from the beach.  We love taking air mattresses out there and just relaxing.  The water is perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/dca7e50f.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/dca7e50f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Handsome boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/8a6bfa9a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/8a6bfa9a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now back to the pool again.  Here Lydia is taking a break in a lounge chair with Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/8a8108fb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/8a8108fb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loved this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/49f80544.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/49f80544.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sun bathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/3611c722.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/3611c722.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/1f8e0ae8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/1f8e0ae8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the resort they have an awesome pirate themed kids pool.  The kids loved the slide and climbing up and down the stairs of the ship to the steering wheel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/0ac13110.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/0ac13110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Usually there is water spraying all over the ship, but as it was getting late in the day, I guess it was turned off.  A great opportunity for another group pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-6441204694949887875?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6441204694949887875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=6441204694949887875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6441204694949887875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6441204694949887875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/beat-heat.html' title='Beat the Heat'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-602178142847541026</id><published>2011-06-18T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T14:09:01.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swap Meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We went into Kahului to the Swap Meet.  Everyone was allotted about 5-7 dollars to spend.  We had thought it was hot the day before in Lahaina.  The Swap Meet &lt;/span&gt;was inland a bit and not as close to the ocean&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; so it was very, very hot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/ac6cf4b1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/ac6cf4b1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For this trip one of the main goals for all of the kids was to try real coconut milk from a real coconut.  After asking about it all week the time had finally come.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0125-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0125-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though the guy with the ice cold coconuts had already packed up, we settled on this little stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/05bd2450.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/05bd2450.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was fun to walk around all of the shops sipping on a coconut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/cd8dac7c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/cd8dac7c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you think Danny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/8ec73d56.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/8ec73d56.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone had a try.  Delicious and refreshing at first, most all of the kids had decided that a real coconut was not their favorite drink.  They all agreed that it could have &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; been better if it were ice cold.  It is definitely an acquired taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-602178142847541026?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/602178142847541026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=602178142847541026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/602178142847541026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/602178142847541026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/swap-meet.html' title='Swap Meet'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-6693479136913478322</id><published>2011-06-17T12:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T09:03:18.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lahaina</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We enjoyed spending a morning seeing some of the stuff in Lahaina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/0b97cd62.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 448px; height: 600px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/0b97cd62.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our first stop was Hilo Hatties, where the kids were thrilled that everyone receives a shell necklace when they walk in the door.  We looked for souvenirs and Hawaiian treats, like dried coconut strips.  One of my favorites.  Lydia and Ryan asked Mike if he would take their picture by this statue.  Turned out pretty cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/dcf52ed7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/dcf52ed7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We then walked along the boardwalk in Lahaina.  We had lunch and walked on the beach.  There is a wrecked ship in the distance you can see.  They have never removed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/d72b3d77.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/d72b3d77.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was really hot and muggy that afternoon.   There didn't seem to be much of a breeze.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/162e7e2a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/162e7e2a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That didn't dampen Ryan's spirits.  We all enjoyed looking over the railing at the rocks.  There were crabs jumping all over them.  I didn't really know crabs could jump.  They can actually jump pretty far!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/50e0fad1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/50e0fad1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia tried to beat the heat under the boardwalk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/adb259a0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/adb259a0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once we cleaned up our sandy feet we trekked further down the boardwalk to our ultimate destination...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/c3c9e295.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/c3c9e295.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kung Fu Panda 2.  It was a welcome and relaxing break from all of our adventures.  And it was cool inside the theatre.  After the movie we all had an ice cream treat across the street.  I was quite partial to my creation:  an ice cream sandwich made with macadamia nut ice cream, between two chocolate/coconut cookies.  Only in Hawaii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/3b849c27.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/3b849c27.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike and I got to sneak away again that night.  Through our concierge we were again able to get hooked up with awesome tables, with perfect views, right as the sun was setting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-6693479136913478322?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6693479136913478322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=6693479136913478322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6693479136913478322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6693479136913478322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/lahaina.html' title='Lahaina'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-7727498446010764022</id><published>2011-06-16T10:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T23:41:00.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Road to Hana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We decided to take the crew on the Road to Hana.  We did it the way this road is meant to be taken.  Very slow (to avoid car sickness) and stopping often to enjoy mini hikes to fabulous waterfalls and natural swimming holes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/101_0578.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/101_0578.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first stop was this fruit stand where we bought the most amazing, juicy mangoes.  We practically used an entire roll of paper towels to help us eat all of the dripping, juicy yumminess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/188e205b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/188e205b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is another place we stopped.  There were tons of vines that the kids tried to swing on like Tarzan.  We also took a little hike up into some really dense vegetation that reminded us of what trees in the Redwoods look like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/1d33dcb4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/1d33dcb4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This beauty is one you can't see from the road, but after a short hike you get rewarded with the view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/101_0590.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/101_0590.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what all of the crew in the back of the van did when we went over every single bridge.  Cross fingers, and legs, hold breath and put your feet in the air.  I can't remember if this was to done in order to keep all of your girlfriends/boyfriends or so the bridge wouldn't collapse?  Either way they had a lot of fun with the superstition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/c1aed540.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/c1aed540.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Ryan at another stop on the road.  We hiked a short distance into a perfect little swimming hole with a water fall.  Look at him in paradise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/5ebd9b02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/5ebd9b02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia was quite the trooper going over slippery rocks and boulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/2deea53f.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/2deea53f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan and Danny after their swim in the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/76d761a3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/76d761a3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lush surroundings on the Road to Hana just take your breath away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/06e18559.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/06e18559.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We stopped here for some of "Sandy's Banana Bread."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/902b8bc8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/902b8bc8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids were all being super silly and were tired of being in the car, so we knew we had almost exhausted what we could do for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/62999998.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/62999998.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of our last stops was here.  There was a storm brewing and the wind was blowing really hard.  The waves were crashing against these rocks and creating an enormous spray.  It was cool to be there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/df6e90d1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/df6e90d1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan enjoying the spray of the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/101_0668.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/101_0668.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, those waves were rough!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/a002c0b6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/a002c0b6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the days hikes and sites we stopped at this fun cafe in Pa'ia, a quirky little town that is on the way back to the resort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/8f3b762b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/8f3b762b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They sell curry and crepes...both savory and sweet.  We shared a few savory and then all got our very own sweet crepe for dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/44a78e7c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/44a78e7c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all shared bites with each other:  Sugar Cane with Lime Juice, Banana with Nutella, Honey with Almonds and Strawberries with Whipped Cream were some of the crepes that we all enjoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  We figured we made it about half way to Hana.  We saw sooo much.  Maybe next time we can make it all the way.  But you know, that doesn't really matter.  Because when it comes to the Road to Hana, it is not about the destination, but rather about the journey.  What a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-7727498446010764022?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7727498446010764022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=7727498446010764022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7727498446010764022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7727498446010764022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/road-to-hana.html' title='Road to Hana'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-6865776818033668515</id><published>2011-06-15T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T22:32:00.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Resort Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the days in Maui we spent the day doing activities that were at the Resort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/a98ff443.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/a98ff443.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each of the kids selected activities and classes that they were interested in.  Danny wanted to do the "Adopt a Cuddly One" class most of all.  So first thing in the morning we went to see what it was all about.  It turned out to be a Build-A-Bear type activity.  He named his new buddy Churro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/bdebb3a1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/bdebb3a1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next, the rest of the family came down to the lobby for the Koi Fish Feeding Frenzy.  It turned out that we went to the wrong side of the resort and missed them handing out the food.  So we just put our hand toward the water, as if we had food, and the Koi all came swarming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/ccd69c09.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/ccd69c09.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our next Resort Day activity was the magic show.  The kids enjoyed many of the tricks, including the magician holding a half full cup of water upside down, without the water falling out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/82ece05f.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/82ece05f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan got chosen as an assistant along with this other Resort guest (who's name happened to be Anna, the name of Ryan's kindergarten girlfriend back home).  The magician ended up linking them by the pinkies with a sort of mini handcuff...or I guess, pinkie-cuff in this situation. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/cf89037e.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/cf89037e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once Ryan and Lydia saw Danny's Cuddly One, they insisted that they have one, too.  We knew that we were going to by one nice souvenir for each of the kids, so they each agreed that a new stuffed animal made in Maui, would be their choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/b7e7bcd3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/b7e7bcd3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Putting on the clothes.  Ryan chose a black bear with an Astronaut suit.  Lydia chose a pink unicorn with a fairy outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/25abe2fa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/25abe2fa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia and Ryan sitting just outside the lobby.  I've always loved the view from this lobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/e8b2894e.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/e8b2894e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the morning activities we spent some time at the pool.  Popsicles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/fa6ad283.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/fa6ad283.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and lounging in the shade.  Nice glasses Danny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/59b7628f.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/59b7628f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of the kids had expressed interest in doing the Hula Lessons later in the afternoon.  As it turned out the only one willing to try it with Kayla was Nathan.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/a8cb5260.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/a8cb5260.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the reasons we brought our niece, Kayla, along with us was so that Mike and I could enjoy a couple of evenings out.  After our Resort Day we hooked the kids up with dinner in the condo and headed out to Whaler's Village.  This is the view from our table at Lelani's.  The sunsets are amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7342514776333652257-6865776818033668515?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6865776818033668515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=6865776818033668515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6865776818033668515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6865776818033668515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/resort-day.html' title='Resort Day'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-3274529768090692599</id><published>2011-06-14T13:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T17:39:52.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I adore pool days.  I get to RELAX and watch the kids play while sipping on a cold drink and reading a book.  Sometimes it feels so good to do nothing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/2735dc06.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/2735dc06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of the kids and Kayla tried their skills at Snorkeling in the pool.  Best to practice there before heading to the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/e6e8b6cd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/e6e8b6cd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't kiddie pools the best?  Ryan and Lydia played for hours with their water toys and water guns.  With the foot of my lounge chair sitting right on the edge of the pool, I did not have to worry about them one bit.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/f6667d1a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/f6667d1a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though not quite ready to master snorkeling, Ryan had to give the gear a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/672f5d60.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/672f5d60.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blue eyed Hawaiian Princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/08779b7c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/08779b7c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blue Eyed Hawaiian Princess in flippers way to big for her!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/a283bfd3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/a283bfd3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing all together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/7ea69588.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/7ea69588.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I had them pause for this group shot.  Say "Cheese!".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/de4d6cb6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/de4d6cb6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure you don't need a log of everywhere we ate, but I couldn't resist showing you this photo.  That night we ate at a yummy Vietnamese Place in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lahaina&lt;/span&gt; Cannery Mall.  We got to see another Hula Show while we enjoyed dinner.  Ryan refused to use a fork and chose instead to quickly hone some serious chopstick skills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-3274529768090692599?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3274529768090692599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=3274529768090692599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/3274529768090692599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/3274529768090692599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/pool-days.html' title='Pool Day'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-684896937431355059</id><published>2011-06-13T19:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T16:59:34.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maui Night Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I think that these pictures are pretty funny because you can tell everyone is so exhausted.  We packed a lot into those first couple of days and the jet lag can really get to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a busy day of hiking we went back to the hotel to regroup.  Once showered and ready for a night out, we hit one of our favorite restaurants:  The Hula Grill.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/32269b02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/32269b02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is one of our favorites because they have an area where all of the tables are in the sand.  They always have live Hawaiian Music.  Once they light the tiki torches, it is just magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/6c7201fb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/6c7201fb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hula Grill also has one of the best Lava Flows that we have found.  As a special treat for our first night, we bought each of the kids their very own.  Delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/76acc4ec.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/76acc4ec.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had been talking to the kids for a long time about taking them to the Hula &lt;i&gt;Grill&lt;/i&gt;.  It is always a stop we make while on Maui.  Lydia was confused the whole time we were there saying,  "I thought we were going to the Hula &lt;i&gt;Girls.  &lt;/i&gt;Where are the Hula &lt;i&gt;Girls?"  &lt;/i&gt;We were sad to tell her that there weren't any Hula Girls at the Hula Grill, but that we would for sure see some before the trip was over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/61e84f82.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/61e84f82.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then, just as we were getting ready to pack up a Hula Girl came to perform with the Ukulele player.  Lydia was mesmerized.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/50ba8744.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/50ba8744.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And to top off the evening for Lydia, after dinner we found an entire Hula show was going on in the courtyard of the Whaler's Village Mall.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/49a3cd65.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/49a3cd65.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Totally Star Struck.&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/7342514776333652257-684896937431355059?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/684896937431355059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=684896937431355059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/684896937431355059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/684896937431355059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/maui-night-life.html' title='Maui Night Life'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-6249167311638645009</id><published>2011-06-13T14:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T16:14:46.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A couple of days after school got out we took our kids, plus our niece Kayla, to the island of Maui.  There were hundreds of pictures taken.  Hopefully, over the next couple of posts I will be able to share some of our favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0040-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 429px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0040-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first day there we got up early and went to breakfast at our favorite spot:  "The Gazebo" in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Napili&lt;/span&gt;.  After that we headed to the other side of the island for some hiking.  Here are the kids at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Iao&lt;/span&gt; Needle.  Quite the animated face Nathan! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0047-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0047-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lot of hiking in Maui is over slippery boulders and down riverbeds.  Hold on tight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0064-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0064-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once we made it downstream a bit we came to the location we desired.  We rested there and soaked in the beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0068-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 677px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0068-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Others were brave enough to get in the waterfall.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0070-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0070-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are Danny and Kayla getting quite refreshed from the heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0061.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0061.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After hiking we headed into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lahaina&lt;/span&gt; for some Shave Ice.  Can't beat it!  They put a scoop of ice cream on the bottom and pour cream over the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0060.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0060.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ate and hung out in the shade of Banyan Tree Park.  It is quite an amazing thing to see.  These are some of the details I found on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This Banyan Tree was first planted in April, 1873, and marked the 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Anniversary of Christian missionary work in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lahaina&lt;/span&gt;. The tree was imported from India was only 8 feet tall. It now stands over 60 feet high, has 12 major trunks in addition to a huge core. It stretches over a 200-foot area and shades 2/3 of an acre.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0056.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 533px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0056.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow!  What a busy day!  Now on to some of the night life that we love so much in Maui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-6249167311638645009?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6249167311638645009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=6249167311638645009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6249167311638645009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6249167311638645009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/hawaii-pics.html' title='Hawaii Pics'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-2918184188101828262</id><published>2011-06-08T09:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:19:57.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan passed Kindergarten with flying colors.  We went to the school to enjoy a great program of songs and handing out certificates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0028-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0028-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here Ryan is getting his certificate and giving his teacher a big hug.  Mrs. Atkinson was such a great and loving teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0024-6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0024-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can see Ryan right in the middle in the brown polo, doing the actions for "A is for Alligator."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed width="550" height="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid514.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Ft346%2Fjdildine4%2FIMG_1351.mp4"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was hard for me not to get a little weepy when the kids sang, "It's Time to Move Along!"  Ryan has come so far this year!  Hope you enjoy a little sample of one of their last songs as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kindergartners&lt;/span&gt;.  (If you click on the "full screen" button you can see better.  Ryan is smack dab in the middle--brown polo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0030-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0030-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Way to go Ryan!  We are so proud of you!  Look out First Grade...Here we come!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-2918184188101828262?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2918184188101828262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=2918184188101828262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2918184188101828262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2918184188101828262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-3930639609616673198</id><published>2011-05-26T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T18:38:17.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan's kindergarten teacher had a wonderful tradition for each of the kids' birthdays.  Ryan chose to take brownies to school and then got to read his Birthday Book to the class.  Ryan and I put his birthday book together.  Once he shared it with the class his book became part of the classroom library, along with "Miss Bindergarten Gets Ready for Kindergarten" and "Where the Wild Things Are."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0002-7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0002-7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I was glad for the excuse to go through and scan some of Ryan's old pictures from his younger years (pre-digital). I thought you might enjoy a look at his Birthday Book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 799px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 799px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 799px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 799px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 799px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 799px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 799px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 799px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 799px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 799px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 799px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook12.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 799px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/RyanBook12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-3930639609616673198?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3930639609616673198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=3930639609616673198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/3930639609616673198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/3930639609616673198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/birthday-book.html' title='Birthday Book'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-9167028192963295597</id><published>2011-05-24T16:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:05:52.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year Ryan got to have a party with some of his friends.  We played games and had loads of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0044-6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0044-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan really wanted a pinata this year.  I was cool with the idea, but wanted to put something in it besides candy and junk toys that get strung all over the house.  We filled the pinata with pretend coins.  Once the pinata was broken the coins went flying and the kids grabbed them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0036-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0036-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once I made sure everyone had about the same number of coins, they got to spend them at this Concession Stand.  It was run by these by these two handsome fellas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0035-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0035-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kids could buy juice, popcorn, corn dogs, chips and other goodies.  I think it was a real hit!  I kind of assumed all of the kids would want to buy the same things, but it was interesting to see how each child spent their spoils.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0040-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0040-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the crew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0037-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0037-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0050-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0050-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make a wish Ryan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0054-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0054-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are one handsome Seven-Year-Old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-9167028192963295597?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9167028192963295597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=9167028192963295597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/9167028192963295597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/9167028192963295597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/friend-party.html' title='Friend Party'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-2050845554590669033</id><published>2011-05-23T18:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:05:03.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Party Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The night before Ryan's birthday we took him to Chuck E. Cheese for family night. It was a great celebration for all...well, with the exception of Lydia, who had a panic attack as soon as Chuck E. showed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0012-4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0012-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was how Lydia looked the entire time we were there, even after we went to the back closet and showed her the Costume that Chuck E. Cheese wears.  "See Lydia, it is just a costume!"  It was no use, as soon as he came out to greet the kids she went ballistic and Mike had to take her home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0010-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 602px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0010-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan was "over the moon" excited to hang with Chuck E!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0015-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 602px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0015-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next morning it was Ryan's actual birthday.  It just so happened that Ryan's kindergarten class had planned a field trip to the Zoo that morning.  Lydia and I tagged along to help Ryan feel extra special on his special day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0033-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0033-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of the kids rode the bus back to the school, but I got permission to keep Ryan with Lydia and I at the Zoo.  We had a nice lunch and then Ryan got to pick a special prize from the gift shop...a little stuffed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meerkat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0030-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0030-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't resist taking this pic of them with the beautiful blooming Irises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-2050845554590669033?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2050845554590669033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=2050845554590669033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2050845554590669033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2050845554590669033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/pre-party-celebrations.html' title='Pre-Party Celebrations'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-3136121593243562045</id><published>2011-05-22T17:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T20:30:09.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's official...well, and has been for awhile now, as I'm 23 weeks.  We are having baby #5 in September.  I was at Yoga the other day and was explaining to a few people why I had missed so much lately...That morning (or anytime of the day or night) sickness is tough stuff!  A few of the older women asked, "Oh, how sweet!  Is this your first?"  "Flattering...but no, not quite,"  I explained.  "This will actually be our FIFTH."  (I'm sorry, did I just hear those words come out of MY mouth!!?)  Then, my good friend sitting next to me added, "Yah, she's one of the crazies."  We all laughed.  And since then I've completely owned it.  We are definitely a little crazy!  Point well taken!  :)  Even so, we are all getting really excited as we get to know more about this little one that will be joining our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/Ultrasound1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/Ultrasound1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some things we know about this babe:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1)  She is a girl.  Lydia is over the moon and already picked out a name for her--Hello Kitty.  Ya know, it is hard NOT to consider it when realizing that there will not be a SINGLE OTHER girl in her kindergarten class with the same name.  "Hello Kitty Dildine"...you have to admit it has kind of a ring to it, right?  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/Ultrasound2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/Ultrasound2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2)  She likes music.  She totally starts a movin' and a groovin' when we watch American Idol.  I can't really tell if she's a Scotty or a Lauren fan, though.  She also likes rides in the car.  She always starts in on some serious movement.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)  She's an acrobat.  In the 20 minutes that we were at our Fetal Fotos ultrasound, she had done 180 degree somersault.  This was helpful because in her first position the chord was right between her legs.  Once she flipped, we could tell that she was a girl for sure.  You can see evidence of her flip in the pics above.  In the first her head is down and in the second her head is up toward my ribs.  We also got to see her have the hiccups and suck her thumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)  She will have a whole group of older siblings just waiting to love on her and protect her.  When we asked Ryan what he thought we should name his sister he replied, "Rosie."  When we asked him why that name, his response was, "because it's a very useful name, don't you think?"  Ryan is already looking out for his youngest sis.  We'll definitely have to keep "Rosie" in the name game, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every day I wonder more and more how I'm going to be able to handle crew of five.  It can be daunting and overwhelming to think about, especially when you are pregnant and exhausted.  I just know that the big payoff will be when we get to hold that little bundle.    I'm pretty sure that we will be so glad that we are part of the crazy club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-3136121593243562045?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3136121593243562045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=3136121593243562045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/3136121593243562045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/3136121593243562045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-8527319276045093144</id><published>2011-05-21T19:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T14:57:31.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both of these boys are really starting to come along with their piano skills.  We enjoyed watching both of them play at their recital.  Hope you enjoy the video clips, too! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/C7777777777777BHV.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/C7777777777777BHV.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny playing his piece:  "The Dancing Bears"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="550" height="330.92" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid514.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Ft346%2Fjdildine4%2FIMG_1325.mp4"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny's Video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0005-6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0005-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan playing his piece:  "Feelin' Good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed width="550" height="330.92" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid514.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Ft346%2Fjdildine4%2FIMG_1326.mp4"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan's Video&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/7342514776333652257-8527319276045093144?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8527319276045093144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=8527319276045093144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/8527319276045093144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/8527319276045093144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/recital.html' title='Recital'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-628098551916281581</id><published>2011-05-17T20:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T17:37:38.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0003-4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0003-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0001-6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 602px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0001-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny has been studying Idaho History this year.  He was required to have a covered binder to put the year's worth of projects and papers in.  So, I dug back in my memory to the days that I was in Young Woman's, and helped him create this beauty.  Those skills you learn do come in handy!  He thought it was cool how it mixed old fashioned with new and hip.  The neon green almost perfectly matched his Vans that he wears to school every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-628098551916281581?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/628098551916281581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=628098551916281581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/628098551916281581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/628098551916281581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/project.html' title='Project'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-4850888308432094563</id><published>2011-05-08T16:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T17:22:44.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike put together a very nice dinner on Mother's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0105-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0105-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He and the boys set this nice table and prepared salmon, rolls, watermelon and salad.  As a special treat Mike got chocolate covered strawberries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0112-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0112-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a tradition, we try to have a Mother's Day photo shoot with the kids and I.  We have it outside and in our Sunday clothes.  Well, this year it was pouring rain and the kids had mostly changed out of their Sunday clothes before I even had the energy to mention it.  So, this year's shoot was not as glamorous or organized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0126-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0126-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later in the evening I got to open a few little gifts from the kids.  When we all went in for a group hug, Mike took the opportunity to add this shot to our Photo Shoot.  The kids all have strawberry stained faces and you can see how baby #5 was pretty intent on being part of the photo op festivities.  It is nice to feel so loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-4850888308432094563?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4850888308432094563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=4850888308432094563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4850888308432094563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4850888308432094563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-1695947064607215031</id><published>2011-05-01T12:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T11:10:06.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reason #3:  Photo Ops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I mentioned before, there are oodles of reasons to love Weddings and Blessings, but my last Top Three Reason is the great pictures that you get.  Here are a few that I couldn't resist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0077-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 410px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0077-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan with Great Grandma Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0083.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 404px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0083.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bones!  Love it!  An older cousin teaching a younger cousin the ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0088-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0088-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom with her newest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grandbaby&lt;/span&gt;, Lanie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0085-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 470px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0085-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out these blue eyed babes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/IMG_5094.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/IMG_5094.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Story time with Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Swensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/IMG_5133.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 351px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/IMG_5133.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An action shot of all the cousins (I guess minus Lanie) eating and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;' in the backyard.  I wonder what they are chatting about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/IMG_5139.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/IMG_5139.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;girlies&lt;/span&gt; all ready for bed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a great weekend!  Thanks for the wonderful visits, the hugs and all of the perfect memories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-1695947064607215031?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1695947064607215031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=1695947064607215031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/1695947064607215031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/1695947064607215031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/reason-3.html' title='Reason #3'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-4345361192800473016</id><published>2011-04-30T19:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T10:48:41.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reason #2:  COUSINS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0093.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0093.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our traditional "Cousins in a Line" picture.  They almost create a perfect stair step.  We've taken a few of these over the years, though it is sometimes hard to get our the entire family together.  But when we are, we try to make the "Cousins in a Line" picture a priority.  It is definitely fun to see how they all change and grow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan, Danny, Madison, Ryan, Mitchell, Lydia, Wesley, Sydney, Lanie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;These are the digital pics I had and I'm sure I have earlier snapshots in my file.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0168.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0168.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0087.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0087.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;December 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0043-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0043-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;June 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0047-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0047-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;January 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0128.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0128.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;July 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0099.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0099.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;April 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-4345361192800473016?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4345361192800473016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=4345361192800473016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4345361192800473016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4345361192800473016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/reason-2.html' title='Reason #2'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-1485125175976377037</id><published>2011-04-30T19:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T10:00:14.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last weekend in April our family headed to Utah for two important events:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/IMG_5087.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 533px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/IMG_5087.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cousin Megan got married in Salt Lake and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/IMG_5134.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 533px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/IMG_5134.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My niece Lanie had her blessing.  Doesn't she look pretty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;In my mind there are several reasons to love Weddings and Blessings.  But the biggest reasons to love these occasions are the people that you get to see.  The following posts will contain MY top three reasons to LOVE Weddings and Blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reason #1:  Sisters, Parents and Grandparents and Great Grandparents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/IMG_5082.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/IMG_5082.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been awhile since all of us ladies were together.  I love hanging out with them, swapping parenting ideas, laughing  and trying to figure out life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Natalie, Angie, My Mom, Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/IMG_5083.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/IMG_5083.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a similar picture accept we added in my Mom's mom, Grandma Smith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0079-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0079-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture with my Dad and his Dad...Nathan is sandwiched right in the middle.  They are all enjoying the food at the reception, but more importantly, each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/IMG_5127.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/IMG_5127.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is so cool that me and my sisters' kids have Great Grandparents!  Here are Natalie's kids with Great Grandma and Great Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Swensen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&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/7342514776333652257-1485125175976377037?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1485125175976377037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=1485125175976377037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/1485125175976377037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/1485125175976377037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/reason-1.html' title='Reason #1'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-5984934210884690272</id><published>2011-04-26T10:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T18:03:07.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All three Kindergarten Classes presented a very nice music program this Spring.  It was all about the different Seasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0063-1-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0063-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of my favorite songs were the ones with the actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0067-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 460px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0067-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On one particular song, Ryan got to play the triangle with his "girlfriend."  Since then they have broken up, but I think are back together?...or maybe just friends.  Ah, young love. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0073-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0073-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is your favorite Season?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-5984934210884690272?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5984934210884690272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=5984934210884690272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/5984934210884690272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/5984934210884690272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/seasons.html' title='Seasons'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-3215092183124807577</id><published>2011-04-24T17:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T17:44:59.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a nice Easter Dinner and Sunday Naps, we told the kids that we were wanting to go on a walk around the neighborhood.  When we got to the front yard this is what they found.  There are endless bike paths around Boise.  Some of the most beautiful are down by the Greenbelt.  Since all of the kids had grown out of their bikes (not to mention that all of the bikes were in complete disrepair) Mike and I decided that Easter, and the sales at Target, were a great excuse to get everyone hooked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0056-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0056-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer cruising on the Green Belt, here we come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0060.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0060.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia was in love with her princess bike.  She immediately went upstairs to find some toys to put in the front pouch.  She could not stop ringing the bell.  At first she thought she had to stop riding to ring it.  Once I showed her that she could keep pedaling and just use her thumb to ring the bell, she was on cloud nine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0061-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0061-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan made his first attempt at riding without training wheels.  Though nervous at first, he was very brave.  Way to go!  We all rode/walked all the way around our subdivision and stopped at the front to throw rocks in the creek.  It was such a pleasant evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-3215092183124807577?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3215092183124807577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=3215092183124807577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/3215092183124807577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/3215092183124807577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-evening.html' title='Easter Evening'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-5201804818115939851</id><published>2011-04-24T07:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:56:40.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Easter morning the kids awoke early to find their baskets full and Jellybeans, Robin Eggs and Peanut Butter M&amp;amp;M's in small piles around the house.  And so the hunt began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0029-5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0029-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Little Miss woke up ready for action in her stylin' PJ's that her brothers threw together for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0041-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550x; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0041-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia really cleans up nice, right?!  ;)  Mike took this picture of her before we left for church.  This is only one snapshot of a long string of ten photos.  Lydia has been playing a lot with one of my Iphone Apps, Barbie Fashionistas.  So, all you have say to her is, "Lydia, be a Fashionista," and she will deliver...striking pose, after pose, after pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0033-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0033-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying some of the spoils from the Easter Bunny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0051.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 408px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0051.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was hard to get super calm and composed shots of the kids this year.  They just wanted to be silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0049-4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 476px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0049-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the best shot of the bunch.  Pretty good lookin', despite the silliness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-5201804818115939851?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5201804818115939851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=5201804818115939851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/5201804818115939851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/5201804818115939851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-8711549965321073270</id><published>2011-04-23T17:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T18:37:47.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Saturday before Easter we spent the afternoon together and then did the yearly tradition of  dyeing eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0011-5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0011-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The crew is hard at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0013-4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0013-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0014-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0014-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never been able to figure out how to get the kids to finish the Egg Dyeing Process without stained hands.  At first I try to get them to use the little wire thing that the kit comes with, but at some point they give up on trying to use it.  I can't say that I blame them.  Pink hands that last a couple of days can't be that bad, right?  Especially when it is only once a year.  I say, "Dip right in my friends, the colored vinegar water is fine!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0022-7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0022-7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the eggs were complete and the Easter Baskets were all set, Mike and I had to run off to the Adult Session of our Stake Conference.  Nathan has become a great babysitter.  After Conference Mike and I enjoyed a candlelight dinner at an Italian Restaurant right here in Eagle.   We love Davinci's.  When we came home we sent Nathan up to bed.  We later went to check on all of the kids before we went to bed and didn't expect to see them camped out like this.  They all wanted to sleep together in the Media Room to celebrate Easter Eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-8711549965321073270?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8711549965321073270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=8711549965321073270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/8711549965321073270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/8711549965321073270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-eve.html' title='Easter Eve'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-9210447214193539201</id><published>2011-04-20T12:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T17:58:41.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan and our family had two very important people enter our lives 9 months ago.  These are Ryan's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IBI&lt;/span&gt; Therapists.  They have helped Ryan and our family in so many ways.  I figure that Ryan and I logged over 500 hours of therapy with these two.  One of them would show up every morning, 5 days a week.  They would teach, talk to, and encourage all of us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0003-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0003-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0010-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0010-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No question that when you spend that much time with someone you become Forever Friends...  especially when they have done so much for you.  Ryan had his last day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IBI&lt;/span&gt; Therapy on April 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  He has come such a long way.  These two women truly made an impact, did something that really mattered and have been a blessing in each of our lives.  Thank You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-9210447214193539201?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9210447214193539201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=9210447214193539201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/9210447214193539201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/9210447214193539201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/forever-friends.html' title='Forever Friends'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-6512885112635724829</id><published>2011-04-01T19:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:31:38.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday and Lanie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got to celebrate my 35th birthday in Utah with my sister's family.  Angie and I got facials and pedicures and spent some time shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0105.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0105.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike ordered this &lt;a href="http://www.nothingbundtcakes.com/"&gt;Nothing Bundt Cake&lt;/a&gt;, which was really darling and yummy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0122.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0122.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We loved spending part of our Spring Break with the Wards and getting to know our new niece/cousin, Lanie.  Our whole family was completely enamored with her.  She is such a little doll, with a perfect temperament.  I couldn't get enough of holding her and neither could Mike or the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0124-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0124-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0112-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0112-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0117-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0117-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One funny thing about Lydia and Lanie:  We started to affectionately call Lydia the "Baby Stalker."  She could not get enough of seeing and holding her--to an extreme level.  Where the other kids would pay Lanie a bit of attention and then be on their way, Lydia had a one track mind the entire time we were there.  We would often find Lydia trying to sneak into where Lanie was sleeping, just to get a glimpse of her.  One time Angie had fallen asleep feeding Lanie in her room.  She awoke to Lydia only inches from her face, "Where is Lanie?  I need to see Lanie."  There is no question that Lydia has those Mothering Instincts...and doesn't she looked just delighted in this picture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-6512885112635724829?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6512885112635724829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=6512885112635724829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6512885112635724829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6512885112635724829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-birthday-and-lanie.html' title='My Birthday and Lanie'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-4014720829562476934</id><published>2011-03-31T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:49:41.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have visited Utah for many years and have never been to see the Dinosaur Museum at Thanksgiving Point.  We went to visit my sister and her family for a few of the days over Spring Break and decided to make this one of our outings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0088-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0088-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a quick morning snack at the snack bar before heading into the museum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0089.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0089.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the favorites of the kids was this area where they could move sand around in the water, causing it to run in different paths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0090-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0090-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan and Danny created a flash flood that washed away all of the trees and dinosaurs downstream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0100-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0100-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another favorite was the Archeology Dig.  The kids enjoyed using brushes to uncover dinosaur remains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0091-2.jpg" onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0091-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were sad that Madison was at school and had to miss out!  From now on when we visit Utah, this should be something we do often!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-4014720829562476934?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4014720829562476934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=4014720829562476934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4014720829562476934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4014720829562476934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/thanksgiving-point.html' title='Thanksgiving Point'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-3863934588992795736</id><published>2011-03-12T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:50:45.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Court of Dreams-Take Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you have two boys playing club ball it means a couple of things:  1)  That you will spend a whole bunch of time in the car driving to and from practices and 2)  That you get to go to several events twice--like the Court of Dreams.  It's all good though.  I love watching them both play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0079-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0079-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These older boys didn't need as much fan fare as the younger group, but I think Nathan still enjoyed the experience of playing in this big arena.  Here you can see him in the Black and Light Blue Jersey, going for the rebound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0082-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0082-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome Shot Number Eight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-3863934588992795736?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3863934588992795736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=3863934588992795736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/3863934588992795736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/3863934588992795736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/court-of-dreams-take-two.html' title='Court of Dreams-Take Two'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-6417307726449824564</id><published>2011-03-11T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:59:34.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny worked hard to make it onto the Eagle Elementary Speed Jump Team.  He competed in the Fourth Grade Boys Forward Jump Division.  All of the people on the chairs had counters, keeping track of Danny's every step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0074-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0074-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We think that his sweet Fluorescent Green Shoes must have given him quite an advantage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0076-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0076-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny won Fifth Place in his division over all the schools competing that day.  His winning jump?  108 jumps in one minute.  Now that is fast!  Great job Danny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-6417307726449824564?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6417307726449824564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=6417307726449824564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6417307726449824564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6417307726449824564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/jump.html' title='Jump'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-7262065423492261284</id><published>2011-03-05T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T18:00:10.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the beginning of March we were all tired of the gloomy, cold weather keeping us cooped up in the house.  One Saturday we planned a Day Trip out to Twin Falls.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0053-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0053-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our first stop was next to the bridge that spans the canyon as you come into town.  The kids were impressed with the plaque of Evil Knievel.  Could he really have jumped this canyon with a motorcycle?  Crazy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0066-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0066-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our next stop was Shoshone Falls.  I had read that it had been running full force for most of the winter, which is unusual, I guess.  It was bitter cold!  I love this pic of the boys in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoodies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0062-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0062-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was refreshing to get out of the house and to scope out some places we'd like to visit again this summer.  Before we headed home we had a nice lunch at a Buffet Pizza joint.  Thanks Twin Falls!  See you again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-7262065423492261284?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7262065423492261284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=7262065423492261284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7262065423492261284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7262065423492261284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-trip.html' title='Day Trip'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-6949037054563411063</id><published>2011-03-03T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T18:01:15.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Derby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0048-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0048-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year Danny and Mike worked on his Pinewood Derby Car.  Mike has become somewhat of an expert.  Danny liked the idea of a Domino Design.  Both he and Mike collaborated on which domino number it should be and what color:  The number 3 and then 2...  for Jimmer Fredette and in the color blue.  As you can see, he won the award for Best Craftsmanship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Incidentally, Danny's new little cousin Lanie was born on the same day.  All of it quite a cause for celebration!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-6949037054563411063?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6949037054563411063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=6949037054563411063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6949037054563411063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6949037054563411063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/derby.html' title='Derby'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-3635110525029774453</id><published>2011-02-26T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T17:03:13.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Court of Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year Danny played basketball on a local club team.  Mid-season they got the opportunity to play on the court of the Idaho Stampede.  They got to use the locker rooms and drink from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gatorade&lt;/span&gt; coolers.  They called it the Court of Dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0023-5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0023-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before the game started they had an announcer using the loud speaker.  "And at number eleven, D-Danny, D-D-D-Double D, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dildine&lt;/span&gt;!"  The crowd went wild!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0026-5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0026-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The huddle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0032-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0032-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great form Danny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0027-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0027-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was sure fun to watch him play in this arena, maybe we'll be back to watch him play here again someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-3635110525029774453?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3635110525029774453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=3635110525029774453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/3635110525029774453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/3635110525029774453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/court-of-dreams.html' title='Court of Dreams'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-8135376781220898206</id><published>2011-02-13T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T10:51:07.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tramp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By far, the best purchase we have ever made was the Trampoline that is in our back yard.  Most of the year 'round you can find the kids out there.  Not even the snow will deter them, they just put on their snow suits.  Been raining?  Doesn't matter.  I often find piles of my nice bath towels out there.  They use them to dry off the tramp.  Every day after school they drop their backpacks and run straight out there.  Unlike other toys and things we have purchased,  the trampoline NEVER gets old, no matter your age.  Mike's been on it with his brothers and in fact, Nathan's Deacon's Quorum is coming over here for Mutual tonight...Just so they can play Slam Ball on the Tramp.  Ask me if you should invest in one?...I'll say, "Absolutely."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0001-5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0001-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is often the view we can see out our back windows.  Though the scenery around the kids changes from bleak and gray to green and lush, still they stay...Jumping on the Tramp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0022-6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 505px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0022-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like an exciting game of Poison Ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0013-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 408px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0013-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A perfect way to hang out with family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-8135376781220898206?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8135376781220898206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=8135376781220898206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/8135376781220898206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/8135376781220898206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/tramp.html' title='Tramp'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-6215270090795947887</id><published>2011-02-12T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:23:17.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Lydia May!  I'm not sure if you noticed the huge bruise from her cheek bone to her eye brow.  Well, the morning of her birthday she woke up with that.  Mike says she did wake up in the night crying, but he put her back in bed and she calmed right down.  The only thing we can figure is that she fell out of bed and on the way down, she landed perfectly on the bed rail.  After explaining this to her preschool teachers, one of them told me that the same had happened to her son when he was young, only he actually broke his nose!  Who knew that was even possible?  I guess we will have to wait for Lydia's four year old pictures until the swelling goes down. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0034-6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 469px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0034-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Despite her rough night, she was able to be thoroughly happy for her family birthday celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0035-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 517px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0035-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make a Wish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0037-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0037-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever since we saw the movie, Lydia has been a huge fan of Rapunzel, from "Tangled."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0044-5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 448px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0044-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This doll house was Lydia's present from Mike and I.  I had been eyeing it for a long time, and every birthday or Christmas I would ask myself if she was old enough to really enjoy it.  After having three boys, I really relish the opportunities to buy this girlie stuff.  Well, the perfect time had arrived.  It has gotten a lot of use.  Little People, Loving Family, Super Heroes, Ice Hockey Figures and sometimes full size Barbies make this there home.  The accommodations are a little tight for the Barbies, but Lydia finds a way to make it work.  Lydia-we love having you as part of our family.  You are such a treat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-6215270090795947887?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6215270090795947887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=6215270090795947887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6215270090795947887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6215270090795947887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/four.html' title='Four'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-2587600783712634912</id><published>2011-01-22T21:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T08:43:13.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pillows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0251.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0251.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how you will always see Mike sitting on our couch.  He adores pillows.  I think I can count 5, though I'm sure there is one sitting under his other arm, too.  Whether to sit down for a chat, watch a game or American Idol, he hogs all of the pillows in the room.  We each have to politely ask for the use of one, to which he will oblige, but unwillingly.  Mike drives around with a small pillow in his car and yes, he also sleeps with several pillows.  Do you think he has a problem?  ;)  I guess he's just a softy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-2587600783712634912?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2587600783712634912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=2587600783712634912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2587600783712634912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2587600783712634912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/pillows.html' title='Pillows'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-7072048436304324478</id><published>2011-01-22T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T08:24:36.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Drill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan has quite a sensitivity to loud noises, especially ones that are unexpected.  We learned this last year, when all of a sudden, a School Fire Drill sent him into a tail spin of anxiety.  This year we have been working with him a ton.  We audio recorded the fire drill noise from school and practiced listening to it every day.  We also have helped Ryan learn to put in his own ear plugs.  After six month of daily practice and desensitization, it was time for Ryan to give the School Fire Drill another try.  He has quite a passion for Ice Hockey (which he has never played), but saw on the movie "The Tooth Fairy."  So, we told him that if he could be brave enough to listen to the loud noise of a fire drill, that he could probably also handle the loud noises at a real Hockey Game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0235.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0235.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Success!  It's hard for me to relate the feelings of relief that I felt, once he had overcome this huge obstacle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0236.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 667px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0236.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan was given the special job of holding this bucket.  Man it was cold that day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0238.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0238.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Off to the Idaho Steelheads game downtown.  I'm bummed that this picture ended up blurry.  I guess when someone else is taking it, you're never sure what you are going to get.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0245.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0245.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys chillin'.  We actually saw quite a bit of fighting in the game that night.  I had never been to a Hockey Game.  Kind of exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0242.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0242.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia May was also there to cheer on the Steelheads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0250.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 667px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0250.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We bought Ryan a souvenir hockey stick that he now has in his room.  We were lucky to catch a picture with blue (yes, apparently it starts with a lower-case b), the mascot.  He was on cloud nine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0239.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0239.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan, we are so proud of you!  Way to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-7072048436304324478?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7072048436304324478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=7072048436304324478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7072048436304324478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7072048436304324478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/fire-drill.html' title='Fire Drill'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-2547113966551409975</id><published>2011-01-17T15:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T21:51:02.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Rights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Normally Mike would have taken Martin Luther King Day off from work.  But, this year he started a new business and that was his opening weekend.  If you'd like to see his website you can click &lt;a href="http://thebatteryexchange.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/BXWallSign.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/BXWallSign.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the kids and I were on our own.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0007-4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0007-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heard that there was some stuff going on downtown at the Capitol.  We started off our tour by having lunch in the cafeteria.  We dined among Senators and Congressmen.  I made sure to tell the kids ahead of time what kind of behavior was expected.  I think they felt the importance of the building and the day, as soon as we walked in the doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0013-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0013-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were free to walk around and tour the chambers.  Everyone was so welcoming.  There were different speakers and performers in the main rotunda.  It was really cool to be there among humanity.  I tried to help the kids understand why we honor Martin Luther King on this day.  I told them that he fought for everybody's rights, especially for people who were different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0017-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0017-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love these kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0021-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 481px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0021-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was such a cool experience.  We are definitely making this a yearly "must do" tradition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0022-4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 531px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0022-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before we headed back to Eagle we went to Goody's, one of our favorite old school ice cream parlors, downtown.  Think "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory."  You know, the Candyman Song?  I think this picture is so funny.  Especially with the blow-up lips in the background. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0023-4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0023-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan and Danny shared an old fashioned Oreo milkshake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0027-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0027-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan chose candy over ice cream, picking a long red licorice rope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0024-5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0024-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia chose a Ring Pop, along with a few Sour Patch Kids that she shared with Ryan.  What a great outing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-2547113966551409975?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2547113966551409975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=2547113966551409975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2547113966551409975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2547113966551409975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/human-rights.html' title='Human Rights'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-8236525002826383127</id><published>2011-01-09T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T20:22:39.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunbeam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first Sunday in January this little miss joined the Big Kids in Primary.  I loved that I am the chorister and got to make a big fuss over her and the other 8 new Sunbeams.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0006-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 532px; height: 800px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0006-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Lydia in her new dress she got for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0002-6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 532px; height: 800px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0002-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Lydia in the T-Shirt she and all the newcomers got.  They were all so cute up in front of the whole Primary wearing these and big sun headbands.  We all sang, "Jesus wants YOU for a Sunbeam!"  Lydia, her brothers and I were all beaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-8236525002826383127?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8236525002826383127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=8236525002826383127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/8236525002826383127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/8236525002826383127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunbeam.html' title='Sunbeam'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-7582518215053321779</id><published>2010-12-27T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T10:00:57.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of us decided to enjoy one last adventure together.  We went up to the Air and Flight Museum in Seattle.  It is usually a stop we like to make when visiting Grandma and Grandpa Swensen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0231-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0231-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are inside a replica of what the Space Shuttle looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0248.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0248.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan working hard at the control tower.  He loved this museum.  He has really been into flying and spaceships, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0250-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0250-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All right gang.  Signing Off!  It's been a great year!  Here's to Flying High in 2011!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan-6, Danny-10, Nathan-12, Lydia-3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-7582518215053321779?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7582518215053321779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=7582518215053321779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7582518215053321779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7582518215053321779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/flight.html' title='Flight'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-7337636764722527187</id><published>2010-12-25T14:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T15:22:05.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bright and early we were awoke by the kiddos, ready to see the spoils that Santa had delivered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0163.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 454px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0163.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike always has the kids wait on the stairs until the video camera is set to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0187.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0187.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The younger bunch waiting patiently after breakfast for the gift opening to begin.  Madison, Lydia, Ryan and Mitchell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0207.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0207.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later in the afternoon, Ryan and Mitchell opened a Barber Shop where all of the men and boys got haircuts and shaves, with the pretend shaving kit Ryan got.  Here is Ryan with Great Grandpa Swensen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0211.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0211.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before bed, all of us took turns dancing to the Michael Jackson Wii Experience that my dad received as a gift from his daughters and their families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0219.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 361px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0219.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beat It, Thriller, Wanna Be Startin' Something...They were all so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&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/7342514776333652257-7337636764722527187?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7337636764722527187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=7337636764722527187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7337636764722527187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7337636764722527187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-highlights.html' title='Christmas Highlights'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-9029836407778585046</id><published>2010-12-24T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T20:42:53.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For better, or for worse, our family writes their letters to Santa on Christmas Eve.  Each letter is then placed inside a stocking.  The kids and I assume that one of the first things that Santa does when he arrives at our house is read the letters and have his cookie and milk snack.  We know this because we always find the letters unfolded and in a pile next to the empty cookie plate.  Even though Santa might get an occasional request for a gift that the kids have &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; mentioned through the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;entire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; month of December, for the most part it has been a great tradition. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; get to keep every letter, instead of having them filed away somewhere in Santa's Office at the North Pole. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0154.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0158.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0157.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0155.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0145.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now hugs good-night and off to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-9029836407778585046?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9029836407778585046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=9029836407778585046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/9029836407778585046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/9029836407778585046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-6688076808446600419</id><published>2010-12-24T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:46:31.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After several years of making complete fools of ourselves, it was fun to pass some of our "Talent" show tradition to the younger crowd.  But first Great Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Swensen&lt;/span&gt; wanted a picture with the oldest Great-Grand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0112.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LaRue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0113-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 549px; height: 365px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0113-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great Grandpa Russ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now for some of the highlights from the show:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 422px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0135.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan's talent was Swing Dancing which was performed with Danny.  I think they are BOTH pretty talented!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0148.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eliot surprised us all with a well rehearsed performance of "Oh, Holy Night" on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iPad&lt;/span&gt; Violin.  Quite impressive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0126.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One crowd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pleaser&lt;/span&gt; was Lydia's rendition of "Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam."  Her solo rendition inspired Mitchell's encore performance of the same song, shown here with audience participation.  Man those kids were catching some air!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-6688076808446600419?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6688076808446600419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=6688076808446600419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6688076808446600419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6688076808446600419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/talent.html' title='Talent'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-7534142144937067162</id><published>2010-12-24T18:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T16:38:35.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas PJ's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a nice Christmas Eve dinner of Clam Chowder with Bagels and Cream Cheese, the time came for all of the cousins to open their one Christmas Eve Present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0063.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved this picture of all of the cousins together.  We were sad to not have Sydney and Wesley there with us.  The fun thing that I realized about the picture is that they Sydney and Wesley actually ARE in this cousin's picture.  &lt;a href="http://hankstown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Natalie and Brian's &lt;/a&gt;Christmas Card is hanging on the wall just behind this eager group. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0078-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0078-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As always, everyone quickly donned their new Christmas PJ's and joined in on the Photo Shoot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0096-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 394px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0096-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Four&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0109-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 602px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0109-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad had an idea and came back to the family room with a rolled up pair of his socks for both of the older boys.  Look at those muscles!  This is their "I'm Tough" face, which was actually hard to get, as each snap shot was followed by lots of giggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-7534142144937067162?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7534142144937067162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=7534142144937067162&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7534142144937067162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7534142144937067162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-pjs.html' title='Christmas PJ&apos;s'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-7437139740715736259</id><published>2010-12-23T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:35:10.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some people think it is crazy that we pack up all four kids and presents and get them to Puyallup, Washington every other year.  It might be...but that is what we do.  It is one of our Christmas traditions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0216.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A couple days before Christmas we headed up to Downtown Seattle.  The new LINK Rail System was running and we decided to give it a try.  We rode it from the Sea-Tac Airport clear into downtown.  Here you can see Danny, Nathan, Mitchell, Eliot and my Dad in the back, looking out the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0217.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My niece, Madison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0218.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan is sitting next to my Uncle Kirk and his Great Grandma Swensen is behind him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0220.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia and Nathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 369px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0234.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A snap shot after riding the monorail to the Seattle Science Center.  We braved the pouring rain the entire day.  And we'll be doing it again in 2012! :)&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/7342514776333652257-7437139740715736259?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7437139740715736259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=7437139740715736259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7437139740715736259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7437139740715736259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/tradition.html' title='Tradition'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-8448719432692480583</id><published>2010-12-13T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:34:11.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misc. Lydia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0049-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0049-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike and I have a nightly ritual of checking in on each of the kids before we go to bed.  One of the nights in December, this is how we found Lydia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0055-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 401px; height: 550px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0055-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Christmas Lydia got to help me pick out some hair things for her cousin, Sydney.  Of course she couldn't leave the store with out grabbing a couple of the matching accessories for herself.  I don't think this is exactly how &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWNfqDM_j7w/TSCYru8o0FI/AAAAAAAAGvU/WsoL8fVQcOc/s1600/IMG_4596.JPG"&gt;Sydney&lt;/a&gt; wore them, but I think Lydia created a pretty chic look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-8448719432692480583?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8448719432692480583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=8448719432692480583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/8448719432692480583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/8448719432692480583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/misc-lydia.html' title='Misc. Lydia'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-8475123734734733079</id><published>2010-12-11T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T14:37:16.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan's Y-Ball and Nathan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AAU&lt;/span&gt; finished up on the same day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0047-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0047-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan's team lost in the tournament, but had an outstanding season!  Nathan has worked really hard to improve his game.  Go Eagle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 424px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan got to play on a team with kids from his class at school.  He got to do the beginning jump ball for the last game of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0029-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 409px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0029-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kindergarten Basketball in Action!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0044-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 408px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0044-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my mind, and Ryan's, one of the main reasons that you play Y-Ball is for the End of Season Party and the Trophy that is usually presented.  After years of watching his other brothers come home with trophies, Ryan was ready for his turn.  He talked about it for weeks, wondering what his trophy would look like and how much longer it would be until he got one.  I'm not sure how it happened, but the team mom and coach decided that a party wasn't necessary.  What???  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... they are only 5 and 6 years old and the party may well be the most important part!  If I had been organized enough, or realized in time, I suppose I could have thrown one together, but instead we decided to have our own family party.  Y-ball teams all over the valley were celebrating.  As we were walking into the pizza joint, Ryan was seeing other kids walk out with their basketball trophies.  Ryan politely said to me, "Mom, I am going to try and be happy even though I don't get a trophy this time."  Lucky for him, Mike and I went and picked out a trophy just for him--maybe the best six bucks ever spent.  :)  He was pretty surprised and proud of himself.  We recognized all of his basketball accomplishments and cheered for him.  Great season!  Can't wait until next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-8475123734734733079?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8475123734734733079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=8475123734734733079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/8475123734734733079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/8475123734734733079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/basketball.html' title='Basketball'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-4250362474242465008</id><published>2010-12-09T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T21:19:41.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Grade Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We enjoyed a very nice Christmas Concert at the Elementary School on the very same day as Lydia's Ballet Performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0013-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 318px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0013-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a neat performance that included a slide show of different winter artwork and Christmas carols in different languages.  One of the highlights was when the kids all played their recorders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0018-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0018-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Danny with his cousin Paige.  I couldn't believe how hard it was for me to get them to put their arms around each other!  Too funny!  They have been best buddies for a long time.  Paige is at our house at least once a week and I practically consider her my second daughter.  Though their friendship has remained constant, I have notice some subtle changes.  They like to IM and email.  When they get together they want to talk about who they "Like."  They are also mortified to call their get-togethers "Play Dates."  Danny will call Paige, or Paige will call Danny and ask if the other wants to "Hang Out..."  a much more sophisticated term, don't you agree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-4250362474242465008?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4250362474242465008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=4250362474242465008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4250362474242465008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4250362474242465008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/4th-grade-concert.html' title='4th Grade Concert'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-1386413693923582388</id><published>2010-12-09T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T21:20:58.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballerina Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike, Ryan and I got to go watch Lydia's Christmas Ballet Performance.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0004-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 420px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0004-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a sweet little number to a Instrumental version of Away in a Manger.  Despite her big yawn early on in the performance, I know Lydia was thrilled to wear this fancy ballerina skirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0008-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 602px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0008-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the girls performed they invited the Dads to share a dance with them.  Ryan even got in on some of the action.  Christmas cookies and milk were served.  A perfect way to get in the Christmas Spirit.&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/7342514776333652257-1386413693923582388?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1386413693923582388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=1386413693923582388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/1386413693923582388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/1386413693923582388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/ballerina-girl.html' title='Ballerina Girl'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-4670676034137488303</id><published>2010-12-05T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:43:01.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first Sunday in December we always make sugar cookies while we watch the First Presidency Christmas Devotional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0027-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0027-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More dough usually ends up in stomachs before being cooked, than after.  But that is the fun of sugar cookies, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0037-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 498px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0037-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Often individual cookies have enough sprinkles for a whole batch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0029-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 393px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0029-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice work Ryan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0034-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 420px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0034-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-4670676034137488303?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4670676034137488303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=4670676034137488303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4670676034137488303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4670676034137488303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/sugar-cookies.html' title='Sugar Cookies'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-8835787132538702180</id><published>2010-12-03T16:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T16:51:32.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since November</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0022-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 619px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0022-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have always been pretty religious about waiting for December to put up our Christmas Decorations or listen to Christmas Music.  I am not entirely sure what prompted us to start early this year.  Maybe it was the unusual amount of snow that we've had.  Maybe it was the fact that we didn't travel anywhere for Thanksgiving, so we had extra time on our hands.  Maybe it was because I couldn't wait to see our stockings hanging above the fireplace.  My stockings are my very favorite home decor item that I own-Christmas or otherwise. (Would it be odd if I kept them up all year round?)  Maybe I was subconsciously craving that warm cozy feeling you get when you sit in a family room only lit by a Christmas Tree and a Fireplace.  Ya know, it might have started four weeks ago when I asked Nathan to select a new scent for my Scentsy pot...Gingerbread.  Maybe that is what got me in the mood earlier than normal.  Well, whatever the reason, the tree is up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been up Since November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah, and the Christmas Music has been going strong ever since.&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/7342514776333652257-8835787132538702180?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8835787132538702180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=8835787132538702180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/8835787132538702180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/8835787132538702180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/since-november.html' title='Since November'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-5689952712901342532</id><published>2010-12-01T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T20:46:42.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When woke up last Wednesday, we discovered six inches of newly fallen snow.  Boise is usually pretty temperate, so it was unusual to have a Snow Day, especially so early on in December---December First, to be exact. Mike worked a little from home and then decided that &lt;a href="http://highlandhomesllc.com/index.html"&gt;Highland Homes&lt;/a&gt; needed a Snow Day, too.  Mike got up the gumption to clear the driveway.  It took him an hour and he was soaked.  That day marked only the second Snow Day we've had in 6 years. The kids were thrilled!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0002-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 362px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0002-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our kids'  elementary school has the best sledding hill in town.  After getting some cleaning done, the kids walked around the corner to the school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Let the fun begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0012-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0012-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny is not trying to make a Snow Angel. Danny is actually trying to go down the hill upside-down.  Not sure if it is the safest thing, but he thought it was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0009-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 550px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0009-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good thing Santa brought everyone Snow Gear last Christmas.  We didn't get to use it last year, but it sure has come in handy this year.  Nathan and Danny both felt pretty adventurous trying out this Sled/Wanna Be Snowboard.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of the kids were hoping for school to be cancelled the following day.  One part of me hoped it was cancelled, too, but no such luck!  I guess we all really enjoyed the day off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-5689952712901342532?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5689952712901342532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=5689952712901342532&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/5689952712901342532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/5689952712901342532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-2509369345132553129</id><published>2010-11-27T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T15:53:27.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We rounded out the rest of our Thanksgiving Week with another trip to the movie theatre, one huge day of college football (I still can't believe that BSU lost like that in overtime), relaxing and playing with friends.  We were all surprised to see this much snow the week of Thanksgiving, but all of the boys really enjoyed it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0004-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0004-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys have loved playing on the tramp in the snow.  It gets super slick.  They like to wrestle and just fall around on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0006-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 417px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0006-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan got to hang out with one of his best friends.  Nick and Ryan have been tight since they were just a few months old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0001_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0001_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best Buddies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-2509369345132553129?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2509369345132553129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=2509369345132553129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2509369345132553129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2509369345132553129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-snow.html' title='More Snow'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-2461371288800616325</id><published>2010-11-25T11:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:22:16.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a few festivities planned for Thanksgiving.  On Wednesday, we took our little family to see Tangled.  We all liked it.  That night we continued to prep food and set tables up at Mike's bachelor brother, Jim's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/NewPage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 452px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/NewPage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0074-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 340px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0074-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we woke up Thanksgiving morning it was only 9 degrees outside, so the Football Turkey Bowl was out.  Mike and I came up with the idea to play "Turkey Ball."  Everyone had so much fun that we thought it should become a Traditional Plan B, for when the weather is miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0078-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 419px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0078-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys got to practice their B-Ball skills on friends, cousins and uncles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0088.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike took a small hoop for the munchkins that found the short hoop height more inviting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0090-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0090-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike and I rounded up enough tables, chairs and dishes for 28 people.  It was quite a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dildine&lt;/span&gt; crowd.  Thanks to Jim for providing a venue and to Sarah for helping him get it spic and span.  We all agreed that it worked great to have the person hosting not have to cook.  I think it is a great plan for future Thanksgivings.  If you host, you just provide a clean house.  Everyone else does the cooking.  As my kitchen was getting more and more crazy, I just kept thinking how glad I was that everyone was showing up around the corner from my house, not at my house.  It would be a huge undertaking to cook AND keep everything clean for a crowd like that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 433px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0098.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had an adult table and a teen/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-teen table.  Lydia and Ryan were one of 4 little ones at the kid's table.  After dinner and a partial clean-up we went just around the block to sing some songs to some darling ladies at the retirement center.  There were only four of them, as others had been picked up by family for the day.  All of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dildines&lt;/span&gt; joined in, even the ones that don't profess to be singers.  I knew they had it in them!  ;)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the month of November we had a big piece of paper on the inside of our front door.  Sitting nearby was a box of markers.  All month long each of us scribbled down the things that we were Grateful for.  Anyone that came and went from our house was also invited to write down what they were Grateful for.  By the end the month the paper was practically a work of art, with signatures, words, tributes and pictures written all over, in all different colors and sizes.  I wanted to include the list here...for all posterity.  :)  So, in no particular order...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BSU&lt;/span&gt; Football-Mike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Food, Water, Shelter-Danny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Most Beautiful Fall I have ever Witnessed-Mom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cars-Danny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;FAMILY-Nathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Vacation-Nathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2 Very Awesome parents-Danny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mutual-Nathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Doors and Windows-Lydia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Snow!-Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chocolate/Banana Smoothies-Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pretty Dresses-Lydia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Friends-Danny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gum-Nathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Clothes-Danny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Warm Water for Showers-Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Friends and Family-Nick Majors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nathan's Peanut Butter Cookies-Jim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cumfy&lt;/span&gt; Bed-Nathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Good Friends-Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A Handsome Husband!-Jennie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A Beautiful Wife-Mike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Great Kids that Help with Chores!-Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mom who Makes our Dinners-Danny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That Ryan is learning to Read!-Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a picture of Macaroni and Cheese, drawn by Ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Money-Danny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Music-Danny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Getting to Work with the BEST family and a great boy!-Miranda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Scriptures-Danny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kirk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Herbstreit&lt;/span&gt;..."You Feeling the Love Boise?"-Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shopping-Nathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Church-Danny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Friends and Family-Jake Majors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Friends and Family-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Savanah&lt;/span&gt; Majors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Turkey-Ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mom's Delicious Dinners-Nathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Getting to Do Lydia's Hair-Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Snow-Nathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Warm Home-Nathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lunch Dates with Dad!-Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dad's Mint Brownies-Nathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shoes-Nathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jackets-Nathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Air-Danny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And really this list could go on forever, right?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope you enjoyed your November and had opportunities to spend time with those you love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7342514776333652257-2461371288800616325?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2461371288800616325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=2461371288800616325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2461371288800616325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2461371288800616325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-781915924979496237</id><published>2010-11-20T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T17:07:02.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Saturday we woke up to a blanket of snow covering the ground.  Ryan's basketball game was at nine, and so in order to fill our First Snow Tradition, we grabbed Hot Chocolate on the way to his game.  It has been snowing pretty steadily ever since then.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0012-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0012-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0011-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0011-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0008-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0008-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess Winter has finally decided to pay us a visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-781915924979496237?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/781915924979496237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=781915924979496237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/781915924979496237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/781915924979496237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-snow.html' title='First Snow'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-3086499870565115333</id><published>2010-11-17T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T16:58:02.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have started to fall in love with Specialty Toy Shops.  I can walk through them and almost every item I come across I think, "This would be so good for Ryan."  or "This would be so fun for Lydia."  I like that the toys are educational and not just electronic gadgets that clutter my house.  A friend of mine tipped me off to the fact that we had a Specialty Toy Shop in Boise.  It has been here all along and I never knew.  I paid The Children's Store a visit and could have spent hours there.  After a recommendation from another friend that I ran into at the store, I purchased these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zoobs&lt;/span&gt;.  The idea is that once your creation is put together, it actually has movable parts.  Ryan, his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IBI&lt;/span&gt; Therapist and I created this Dinosaur together.  He felt pretty proud of his accomplishment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0006-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0006-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-3086499870565115333?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3086499870565115333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=3086499870565115333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/3086499870565115333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/3086499870565115333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/zoobs.html' title='Zoobs'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-1214528490296315201</id><published>2010-11-09T09:40:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T13:57:15.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the beginning of the year Nathan decided he would try out for the EMS Swing Dancing Team.  EMS has had a Swing Team for the last 15 years or something.  It took a little convincing, but after explaining that "guys who know how to dance are WAY attractive"  and Nathan realizing that many of his friends were trying out (meaning...it wasn't a "nerdy" thing to do and tons of kids really hope they make the team), Nathan was game.  He found a partner and worked on the audition dance over and over and over.  Not very many 6th Graders made the team, but Nathan and his partner did!  We got to see them perform at the Veterans Day Assembly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0001-4-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 401px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0001-4-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0003-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0003-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan goes to school early every Thursday morning at 7:10.  That is when the Swing Team practices.  He has really enjoyed it.  We are excited to watch him in other performances throughout the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-1214528490296315201?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1214528490296315201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=1214528490296315201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/1214528490296315201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/1214528490296315201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/swing.html' title='Swing'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-1908785672151758446</id><published>2010-11-04T09:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T13:40:29.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent Observation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago Lydia's Ballet class had a parent observation day.  It was so fun to see her enjoying herself so much.  All of the girls take it pretty seriously and have pretty somber looks on their faces.  Lydia, on the other hand, is just Over the Moon every moment that she gets in the studio.  She cannot wipe the smile of her face.  She just beams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0338.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Lacey often lets the girls use props like these "Butterfly Wings."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 415px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0340.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at her concentration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0343.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Lydia in Ballet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-1908785672151758446?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1908785672151758446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=1908785672151758446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/1908785672151758446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/1908785672151758446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/parent-observation.html' title='Parent Observation'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-6247536551150628712</id><published>2010-11-01T17:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T19:32:40.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The following are some spontaneous pictures we took down by the river, right here in Eagle.  It was a beautiful, warm evening to throw rocks in the river, toss leaves, climb trees and throw the football.  You can tell that these were impromptu fall photos because the clothes the kids are wearing don't even remotely coordinate and Lydia still has traces of her dinner on her face. I hope you like them, just the same. :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 571px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0296.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 575px; height: 465px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0301.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 688px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0293.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0277-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 575px; height: 382px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0277-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 575px; height: 412px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0286.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 575px; height: 507px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0312.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-6247536551150628712?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6247536551150628712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=6247536551150628712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6247536551150628712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6247536551150628712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/fall-photos.html' title='Fall Photos'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-4869351845565531017</id><published>2010-10-31T18:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T18:14:36.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because Halloween was on a Sunday, we used the evening to carve our pumpkins, while handing out a candy to Trick-or-Treaters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 472px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0231.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 380px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0228.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0229.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0234.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan decided that he would rather watch football, than carve his pumpkin.  That was okay by me.  I could not believe how much Nathan looks like Mike in this picture.  This is exactly what you would see Mike wearing on a Sunday Evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-4869351845565531017?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4869351845565531017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=4869351845565531017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4869351845565531017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4869351845565531017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/carving.html' title='Carving'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-2005058914656654398</id><published>2010-10-30T19:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T14:48:25.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had the most glorious weather for Halloween this year.  We started the festivities with a Tri-Ward Trunk-or-Treat.  Wow!  Now that is some efficient Trick-or-Treating!  All of the kids came home with their Halloween Pillowcases really weighed down.  When Lydia and Ryan needed help to carry their bags around from car to car, we all decided that we had plenty of candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 404px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0188.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Crew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 677px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0216.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I snapped these pictures just after the Trunk-or-Treat, and just before a whole bunch of the Dildine Family showed up to our place for Hot Chocolate.  We had almost 40 people here to visit and show off costumes to Grandma, Grandpa and other Cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 579px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0192.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan-The Neon Ninja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do have to say that there were quite a few Ninjas at the Trunk-or-Treat.  Neon Ninjas???  Not a single one, except for Nathan.  Great idea Nate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 677px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0197.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny-The Werewolf  (traditional variety)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny originally wanted to be an Evil Cookie Monster.  All of the Cookie Monster Costumes in town and online, were either over 60 dollars (made for adults) or only 20 dollars (but made for toddlers).  Darn!  That would have been sooo cool!  At least that's what he told me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 677px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0209.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan--The Fighter Pilot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For quite a while now Ryan has been way into airplanes and spaceships.  A Hockey Player costume was in the running, as he adores ice hockey right now, too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0242-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 677px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0242-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia--Alice in Wonderland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went through every Princess imaginable, in trying to decide what Lydia would be for Halloween.  I finally talked her into Alice, which fit her perfect with her blond hair.  I had to hem her costume (that I ordered online) because it was just a tad too long.  Well, actually she would have tripped on it had she worn it as it showed up in the mail.  I added the sequins and used a flat iron to straighten her hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 677px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0250.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was devastated to realize that in the first round of pictures taken on Saturday and also at the Trunk-or-Treat, I didn't put Lydia's apron on (See above picture).  Shoot!  It totally makes the outfit.  So, here are some "retakes" of the next day.  Nathan wasn't up for the Neon Ninja garb again, so he is a Basketball Player in this group pic.&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/7342514776333652257-2005058914656654398?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2005058914656654398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=2005058914656654398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2005058914656654398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2005058914656654398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-9178296882767062915</id><published>2010-10-30T10:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T13:10:19.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball Starts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some people may think that I am crazy, but I love when my boys start to play basketball.  Right now we have 3 games every Saturday, and Danny is not even playing until the Spring.  That means one game for Ryan and two for Nathan.  Miraculously, we rarely have a games that conflict with one another.  The great part is that we spend the entire day together as a family.  In between games we go out to lunch, or do a little Christmas shopping.  The whole season becomes even more magical once it starts to snow.  It is just a little reminder that once we have the last games of the year and the time clock reads 00:00, that Christmas is only days away.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 382px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0183.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan's Team---The Tiger's (a name that all of the boys came up with)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0175-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 396px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0175-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan made the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AAU&lt;/span&gt; team again this year.  Mike and I can't believe how hard he has worked to improve his game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-9178296882767062915?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9178296882767062915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=9178296882767062915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/9178296882767062915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/9178296882767062915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/basketball-starts.html' title='Basketball Starts'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-8206125200714731909</id><published>2010-10-22T17:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T13:53:22.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because Nathan turned 12 this year, he was due for a Birthday Party with Friends.  He decided that rather than have a boat load of boys over for pizza and cake, he would rather have just a couple of friends join him for bowling and dinner at Chili's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 355px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0171.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 296px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0172.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strike! a pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 398px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0166.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure if this reaction should be read as "I was robbed!" or "I'm the man!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;Mike said that he had never seen kids devour hamburgers and french fries the way these boys did.  Mike ordered two desserts for the 5 of them.  They were gone in a matter of mere seconds.  Though it was not part of the original plan, Nathan's friends ended up coming to our house after dinner "to hang out."  I guess that's what you do when you turn twelve.  No more "play dates,"  just "hanging out."  All of the boys reported that it was the best time that they had ever had.  Well, that was easy!  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-8206125200714731909?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8206125200714731909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=8206125200714731909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/8206125200714731909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/8206125200714731909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/strike.html' title='Strike!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-6623075181238512264</id><published>2010-10-18T19:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T10:39:28.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Linder Farms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A yearly Dildine Tradition is visiting Linder Farms, a Pumpkin Patch in Meridian.  We usually take one family night in October to enjoy all of the festivities they have there.  Here are just a few of the many pictures I snapped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 532px; height: 800px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0119.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Corn Box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 463px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0141.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feeding the Animals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 396px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0109.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old Tractor Tires Play Area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 325px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hay Maze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 599px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0123.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hay Ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;Other activities included:  Bounce House Jumping, Mini Swing Riding (the kind that go around and around--Lydia's size), Chili Cheese Fry Eating, Bon Fire Gazing and Pumpkin Picking. We've had the most Beautiful October that I can ever remember.  So the weather was sublime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-6623075181238512264?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6623075181238512264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=6623075181238512264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6623075181238512264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6623075181238512264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/linder-farms.html' title='Linder Farms'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-7524580959332610659</id><published>2010-10-16T15:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T13:13:50.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny had a great year of football this year.  One of the highlights was when some of the boys from the Boise State Football Team came to practice.  They talked to them and coached them.  Danny even got to have a pass thrown to him by Kellen Moore, one of the front runners for the Heisman Trophy this year.  Nathan and Mike hung out with Danny at that practice.  They all came home pretty star struck.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0091-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 453px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0091-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea who these men are (with the exception of the one in the green shirt-Kellen Moore).  I am sure if Mike were here he would tell you all of their names, what position they play, and how each of the guys on the team has created "a perfect storm" for Boise State (a non-AQ team) to win the National Title....I think. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 428px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0096.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year Danny's End of the Year Football Party was at Idaho Pizza Company.  They decided to give all of the boys this poster, instead of a trophy.  I was all for it!  What a great idea.  Awesome job, Danny.  You had a great season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;***One other interesting side note:  Danny's team was selected to star in a commercial that will air several times during the Humanitarian Bowl.  So, a couple of Saturdays ago we took him out to shoot the commercial with the rest of the team.  Danny was there the whole day and they fed the boys breakfast and lunch.  Each of the boys got some compensation.  They got to keep the their "costume" (a football jersey made just for the shoot) and they each received a $50 bill.  Now that made Danny's day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-7524580959332610659?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7524580959332610659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=7524580959332610659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7524580959332610659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7524580959332610659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/end-of-season.html' title='End of Season'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-224226776370161437</id><published>2010-10-08T20:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T20:57:36.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruneau Sand Dunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On one of the Saturdays in October, Danny had a football game two hours away, in Mountain Home.  We were trying to figure out something fun to do that would put us a little closer to the game.  We landed on Camping at the Sand Dunes.  We lucked out and got to rent one of the heated cabins for the night.  We arrived just in time to play a little on the dunes (by the light of the car headlights) and to see the presentation that they had at the Observatory.  We all got to look through some telescopes and get glo-stick necklaces.  We then headed back to the campsite for some S'mores and Soda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0016-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 452px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0016-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia wasn't crazy about the smoke from the camp fire.  What do they say about smoke following beauty?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0026-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 623px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0026-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were glad we brought plenty of bedding.  We weren't sure what to expect of the "cabin." It was barely large enough to accommodate this bunk bed with pads, a futon, a two person table and a heater--in my mind, the most important part.  It was TINY...really a glorified tent...but warm and cozy!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0034-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 336px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0034-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a breakfast of Bacon on Campfire Roasted Doughnuts (I let Mike plan the menu), we headed to the dunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0044-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height:338px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0044-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of the sledding gear that Santa brought for Christmas last year finally got some use. I am pretty sure that Santa couldn't predict that once Christmas came and went, that we would not see another lick of snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0036-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 452px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0036-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kind of like Optimist Football Away Games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-224226776370161437?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/224226776370161437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=224226776370161437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/224226776370161437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/224226776370161437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/bruneau-sand-dunes.html' title='Bruneau Sand Dunes'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-6693333692727142724</id><published>2010-10-06T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T18:34:39.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Station</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia has been going to Discovery Preschool through the YMCA.  It is actually held at a local school in Eagle and really prepares the kids for Kindergarten.  Since the funding for school buses got slashed this year, we got to go on a walking field trip to the Fire Station.  Some of the kids were nervous the entire time, but Lydia warmed right up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0056-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0056-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia sitting in the Fire Truck, talking to another kid on the headset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0044.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia demonstrating the "Stop, Drop and Roll" Technique for all of the Preschoolers, Teachers, Parents and Firemen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0061-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 408px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0061-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of the kids got to spray the fire hose.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0057-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0057-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just LOVED this picture.  What a treat!&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/7342514776333652257-6693333692727142724?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6693333692727142724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=6693333692727142724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6693333692727142724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/6693333692727142724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/fire-station.html' title='Fire Station'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-1851528874568544604</id><published>2010-10-02T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T18:20:29.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys' Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have been planning for a long time that when each of the boys turned twelve Mike would take them down to Salt Lake for their first General Conference Priesthood session.  I think it was really cool for Nathan and something they will both remember for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0041-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0041-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here Mike and Nathan are getting ready to pull out of the driveway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0207.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of the Priesthood Session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0192.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike and Nathan ate their way all over town:  Brick Oven, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Magleby's&lt;/span&gt; Fresh, Cafe Rio, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Skybox Sports Grill&lt;/span&gt;.  They also got to see my sister Angie, her husband and kids, as well as Nathan's Great Grandma Smith. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-1851528874568544604?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1851528874568544604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=1851528874568544604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/1851528874568544604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/1851528874568544604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/boys-weekend.html' title='Boys&apos; Weekend'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-2286792735829846371</id><published>2010-09-23T10:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T18:01:29.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0034-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 431px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0034-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In September Lydia started taking classical ballet classes downtown, at Ballet Idaho.  I've waited 12 Years for this and it is just how I imagined....So much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-2286792735829846371?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2286792735829846371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=2286792735829846371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2286792735829846371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2286792735829846371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/ballet.html' title='Ballet'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-5994006348216428598</id><published>2010-09-19T14:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T10:26:33.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Sunday after Nathan turned twelve he was ordained to the Aaronic Priesthood, in our church.  It was nice to have both of his Grandparents at the occasion.  After the ordination we all visited with the Bishop in his office.  We were each emotional as we were able to share our feelings about Nathan and how proud we were of him.  Since then he has been passing the sacrament each week and attending Mutual on Wednesday nights.  Their Deacons Quorum planned the Joint YM/YW activity just days after his joining the group--No Utensils Spaghetti Dinner.  There are only three Deacons right now.  I guess that makes for a pretty straight forward Deacons Quorum Presidency...Nathan is the First Counselor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0024-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0024-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-5994006348216428598?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5994006348216428598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=5994006348216428598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/5994006348216428598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/5994006348216428598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/milestone.html' title='Milestone'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-505478902774394639</id><published>2010-09-16T19:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T10:16:36.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In September our oldest, tallest and biggest son turned 12 years old.  It seems like not long ago that Nathan was just a little fella imitating elephants, practicing football "Hikes!" in the living room and singing in a munchkin voice, "Heavy Equipment, you better get ready for something heavy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/GrandpaandNateDog0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 440px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/GrandpaandNateDog0012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now he is all grown up, almost my equal height and surpassing my shoe size.  I enjoy our talks and the time that we get to spend together.  It sure has been nice having a built in babysitter and someone we can count on to be responsible.  Nathan- you are a great kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-505478902774394639?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/505478902774394639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=505478902774394639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/505478902774394639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/505478902774394639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-3468841540813435775</id><published>2010-09-07T11:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T09:49:12.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>D.C.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike had been planning on going to the Boise State-Virginia Tech game since it was announced, like a year ago.  Besides cheering on the Broncos, he and two of his brothers spent time seeing the sights of Washington D.C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0176-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px; height: 642px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSCN0176-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-3468841540813435775?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3468841540813435775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=3468841540813435775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/3468841540813435775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/3468841540813435775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/dc.html' title='D.C.'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-1254973612369609805</id><published>2010-09-04T06:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T08:21:57.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We weren't very ready for the early morning wake-ups that first week of school.  I kept trying to get everyone to "practice" getting up early in the weeks leading up to the first day, but those last few days to sleep in are just so delicious, that no one was willing to give them up, I guess even me. :)  So after the first week of school we were really looking forward to a nice, relaxing, slow-to-wake-up-Saturday.  However, I found out that Boise was having their Annual Hot Air Balloon Festival.  I had done this as a kid and for some reason have always remembered it.  You have to get up early.  I think we left our house at 6:15 a.m.  It was dark when we got to the downtown park.  As it got lighter it was cool to watch the balloons fill with air and then take off.  To me there is something magical about watching the balloons go up.  I'm not sure if it is magical to me because it reminds me of that scene from "The Wizard of Oz," or because the music played at the launch is moving and awe inspiring.  Either way, it WAS magical watching the sun peak out over the mountains and the hot air balloons defying gravity.  It was a perfect morning.  We followed the launch by eating breakfast at a cafe downtown and then checking out the Downtown Farmer's Market.  We missed some ZZZZ's that morning, but made up for it later in the afternoon with naps. (Those are delicious, too).  We are definitely making this a Yearly Labor Day Weekend Tradition!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0053-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0053-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7342514776333652257-1254973612369609805?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1254973612369609805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=1254973612369609805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/1254973612369609805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/1254973612369609805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/balloons.html' title='Balloons'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-2933914654721658798</id><published>2010-08-30T07:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T10:57:25.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>About the Backpacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would like to say that I was one of those mom's who was just so sad when school started...that I would miss our playful frolics in the park...and our meaningful conversations under a shady tree...or maybe our unscheduled blissful afternoons---But alas, when August 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; came around I was ready for some order to our lives.  While last Summer was perfectly peaceful, this Summer I felt like I was in Survival Mode.  And you know, I'm okay with that.  We have many more summers ahead of us.  Bring on the backpacks and Back-to-School nights!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0022-3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0022-3-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan started at Eagle Middle School this year.  This is a whole new ball game.  We actually HAVE to get up at 6:30 a.m. to get him out the door on time.  Everyone that I talked to this summer said, "Aren't you worried about Nathan starting middle school?."  I wasn't worried at all.  Nathan was ready, and just such a good kid.  I knew he was going to do great!  We put off getting Nathan's backpack a little until we knew how much stuff he was going to be lugging around from class to class, and how much stuff he could keep in his locker.  Mid September he settled on an Under Armor Backpack, from Dick's Sporting Goods.  It fit his HUGE binder like a glove.  A match made in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0026-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0026-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny has this Elementary School down pat.  The only question...is it cool for a fourth grade boy to have a PURPLE backpack?  Nathan a Danny both seemed to think it would be AWESOME!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.....I told him that he could choose what he wanted, but it might be safer for him to go with the more traditional variety.--Still cool though.  Part of the elementary is actually the original Eagle High School, so it has an upper and a lower campus.  This year, as a fourth-grader, Danny got to make the switch to the big time:  Lower Campus.  I love the history in an old school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0038-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0038-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan repeated Kindergarten this year.  We really thought it would be best, given his late birthday and other &lt;a href="http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/thriving.html"&gt;struggles&lt;/a&gt;.  It turns out it was the right decision.  He is doing great.  Ryan picked out this styling, perfectly coordinated outfit.  :)  He thought it was brilliant that he could layer shirts like this.  To curb Ryan's anxiety, he went to school with a Social Story he had written that morning in Therapy.  Ryan's backpack selection was Star Wars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0031-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0031-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now even though this Little Miss had been going to Preschool for 3 weeks, we couldn't leave her out of our "Back to School Photo Shoot."  Lydia's preschool is on a year round calendar.  Lydia's backpack of choice?  It's a no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;brainer&lt;/span&gt;:  Princesses.&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/7342514776333652257-2933914654721658798?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2933914654721658798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=2933914654721658798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2933914654721658798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/2933914654721658798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/about-backpacks.html' title='About the Backpacks'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-7108040511397309192</id><published>2010-08-21T12:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T17:25:01.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stryker Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny really started to excel in football this year.  It was his first year of Tackle Football, so we weren't entirely sure how it would go.  He loved it!  He became a great blocker and a real asset to his team, both on offense and defense.  Toward the end of the season he actually was awarded the "Hit Man" practice jersey.  He got to wear it every day in practice that week.  We traveled a lot of places this season.  We had games in Emmett, Hailey, and Mountain Home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0002-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0002-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0011-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0011-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first game was a Jamboree.  I think they play eight minutes on defense and eight minutes on offense.  It is really fun for the kids because they get to play at Bronco Stadium, down at Boise State. In case you haven't heard, BSU is a BIG deal around these parts!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0005-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0005-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some of the fans that were there to cheer Danny on.  The thing that is so funny about this picture is that Nathan is still WAY taller than the other kids, even though the cement is slanting up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the left:  Nathan, Madison, Ryan, Mitchell, Lydia&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/7342514776333652257-7108040511397309192?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7108040511397309192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=7108040511397309192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7108040511397309192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7108040511397309192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/stryker-football.html' title='Stryker Football'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-5505329892194872963</id><published>2010-08-13T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T07:51:40.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture represents a couple of things about our summer.  A few times we were &lt;i&gt;visitors&lt;/i&gt; to this lake with family and friends.  We even got to go tubing a couple of times thanks to Mike's brother, &lt;a href="http://dildinefamilyof8.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brad&lt;/a&gt;.  We also liked driving up there to play at this beach and have hot dogs and hamburgers, as the sun went down.  In August we had my sisters kids, Madison and Mitchell, come and stay with us for 10 days.  (I'm not sure how Mitchell didn't end up in this picture).  Our family got to enjoy these &lt;i&gt;visitors&lt;/i&gt; because their mom and dad went to the &lt;a href="http://beta-newsroom.lds.org/article/president-monson-dedicates-kyiv-ukraine-temple"&gt;Kyiv Ukraine Temple Dedication&lt;/a&gt;.  That is where Eliot served his mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0056.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-5505329892194872963?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5505329892194872963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=5505329892194872963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/5505329892194872963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/5505329892194872963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/visitors.html' title='Visitors'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-4313004724495693253</id><published>2010-08-12T12:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T08:07:46.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia started Preschool on August 12th.  She was sooo excited to reach this milestone.  She had been looking forward to when she was going to "be a big girl and go to school like my brothers."  She was thrilled.  Even the fact that she was the ONLY girl in a class with eight other boys, didn't deter her.  I guess she is used to being around all those boys.  They have had one additional girl join the preschool each month since then.  Three girls is just perfect to play BABIES during centers.  I think she looks so grown up in her pig tails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0077-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0077-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One thing Lydia says to me often, even several times a day:  "Am I turning into a mommy now?"  "When am I going to turn into a mommy like you?"---Lydia, my darling girl, preschool is a wonderful first step.  You are well on your way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-4313004724495693253?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4313004724495693253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=4313004724495693253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4313004724495693253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/4313004724495693253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/preschool.html' title='Preschool'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-594747563745577429</id><published>2010-08-02T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T10:20:05.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thriving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0076-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0076-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This summer Ryan was diagnosed with PDD-NOS.  So on August 2nd, he started attending ICA for therapy five days a week.  Now what do all of these acronyms mean?  PDD-NOS stands for Pervasive Developmental Disorder-Not Otherwise Specified.  ICA stands for the Idaho Center for Autism.  My six-year-old son, Ryan, has been found to be on the Autism Spectrum...VERY high functioning.  They don't give him the diagnosis of specific Autism because he does not exhibit all of the characteristics, only some of them...that is where the "Not Otherwise Specified" comes in.  In all of the research I have done I think that Ryan most closely resembles Asperger's Syndrome.  The thing I have realized about kids on "The Spectrum," as they are sometimes called, is that they are all so different.  No two kids are alike.  Ryan has made huge strides and we continue to be impressed with how far he has come in these few short months. We have gotten so much help, advice and therapy from ICA.  They have been amazing.  Ryan receives three hours of therapy from ICA every morning and then goes to Kindergarten every afternoon.  In addition to this, Ryan receives 1/2 hour of Speech Therapy, 1 hour of Physical Therapy and 1 hour of Occupational Therapy every week.  This summer I was so worried about where to send Ryan to school and if ICA was right for us.  I just kept telling myself that if September came and Ryan fell apart, that we could make adjustments.  Not many decisions are permanent, right?  Well, as of right now, he couldn't be in any better place!  He is thriving...really thriving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-594747563745577429?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/594747563745577429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=594747563745577429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/594747563745577429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/594747563745577429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/thriving.html' title='Thriving'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342514776333652257.post-7242174916276633560</id><published>2010-07-27T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T06:54:57.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>B-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In July we had much to celebrate.  We ended the month with a visit from my Mom and Dad.  Even though we went to Kauai in June to celebrate my Dad's 60th, we decided to have him come down for the weekend of his actual birthday.  With such a guest of honor, we had other visitors join in on the fun.  My Sister, Angie and her kids spent the weekend and we had a nice dinner with my Grandparents and Uncle from Idaho Falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0022-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t346/jdildine4/DSC_0022-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back Row:  Uncle Kirk, Grandpa Swensen, Grandma Swensen, Nathan, My Dad-Craig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front Row:  Madison, Mitchell, Ryan, Danny, Lydia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7342514776333652257-7242174916276633560?l=dildinefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7242174916276633560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342514776333652257&amp;postID=7242174916276633560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7242174916276633560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342514776333652257/posts/default/7242174916276633560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dildinefamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/b-day.html' title='B-Day'/><author><name>Jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4xcDirAeKI/SNKRjQcYTMI/AAAAAAAAANo/q-eR2mKVpLE/S220/DSC_0092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
