<?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-2512166049486906979</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:03:29.555-07:00</updated><category term='hollywood'/><category term='About us'/><category term='school days'/><title type='text'>Gold Rush</title><subtitle type='html'>[url=http://www.global.thebump.com/?utm_source=ticker&amp;amp;utm_medium=UBB&amp;amp;utm_campaign=tickers][img]http://www.global.thebump.com/tools/tickers/tt16b5e.aspx[/img][/url]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-9060094472427083734</id><published>2010-04-16T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T13:33:26.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cute kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/S8jIxq-LavI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ivu2lOIZA4Y/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460835303860955890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/S8jIxq-LavI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ivu2lOIZA4Y/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/S8jIw3KwqFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/07mFu7gtaJE/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460835289955084370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/S8jIw3KwqFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/07mFu7gtaJE/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/S8jIwPhFjNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/L_UyxxeU9-Y/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460835279311310034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/S8jIwPhFjNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/L_UyxxeU9-Y/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are some recent pics of the kiddies too! lily blowing bubbles, quinn smiling at dinner, and trent sitting happy in his little baby pod chair. what a cute bunch of kids, if I do say so myself~&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/2512166049486906979-9060094472427083734?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/9060094472427083734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=9060094472427083734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/9060094472427083734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/9060094472427083734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2010/04/cute-kids.html' title='cute kids'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/S8jIxq-LavI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ivu2lOIZA4Y/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-4481960344213783850</id><published>2010-04-16T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T13:27:33.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School is over for now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/S8jILWrCPBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/H0iLKMW2KGc/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460834645576924178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/S8jILWrCPBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/H0iLKMW2KGc/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay!!! here it is folks....I finally earned my BA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-4481960344213783850?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/4481960344213783850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=4481960344213783850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/4481960344213783850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/4481960344213783850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2010/04/school-is-over-for-now.html' title='School is over for now'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/S8jILWrCPBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/H0iLKMW2KGc/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-2815476438209869155</id><published>2009-11-12T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:34:26.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Trent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SvxjCdU-RPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aum0v0gtUa4/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403302546821235954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SvxjCdU-RPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aum0v0gtUa4/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SvxjCABr63I/AAAAAAAAAIo/68ayX2ZxbL8/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403302538955713394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SvxjCABr63I/AAAAAAAAAIo/68ayX2ZxbL8/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pics of baby brother Trenton!! He was 6 lbs 14 oz, about 20 inches long and came on his own time ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-2815476438209869155?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/2815476438209869155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=2815476438209869155' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/2815476438209869155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/2815476438209869155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-trent.html' title='Little Trent'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SvxjCdU-RPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aum0v0gtUa4/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-5330328875825742818</id><published>2009-09-30T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:46:30.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SsOLTNjH6rI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qXaoTL_7Z5A/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387302741436000946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SsOLTNjH6rI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qXaoTL_7Z5A/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SsOLSgxt1BI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Di06mdZtqTs/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387302729417610258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SsOLSgxt1BI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Di06mdZtqTs/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the kids in their Halloween costumes. We just bought them the other day, and of course, we had to try them on to make sure they were keepers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice to finally get L to be something other than a princess or fairy. She liked this witch costume because it was not scary looking, the skirt glows, and it reminded her of the witches at Gardner Village that we go see each year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q does not like to dress up, and I was nervous that we would not find a costume he would like. Internet searching uncovered this fabulous SuperWhy costume at Halloween USA which is over near FYE on Redwood. How perfect!! SuperWhy is one of his favorite shows. I did not even have to show the costume to him...he saw it on the rack and started to yell Super why! Super why! He even let us try it on him. how cool huh????&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Halloween this year should be fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-5330328875825742818?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/5330328875825742818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=5330328875825742818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/5330328875825742818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/5330328875825742818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2009/09/halloween-preview.html' title='Halloween Preview'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SsOLTNjH6rI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qXaoTL_7Z5A/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-337851681578522381</id><published>2009-09-05T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T13:02:23.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, we tried to go out swimming the other night, and found out the pool is closed for maintenance, so we hit up the local Chili's (on dad's wallet, naturally) instead.  While we were there, some pretty cool things happened with the kiddies!  Quinn ordered his own dinner...he looked right at the waitress and said 'ee sanwich ee fries, ah muk'.  translated, this means a sandwich and fries and milk.  It was just too cool!!  He got a grilled cheese, and fries and milk, and ate well!  Lily also had some fun things go on.  Her daddy drilled her on her math facts and we found out that she can add double digit with single digit  math problems with little to no error, and she is fairly good at the lower double digit plus double digit problems as well.  Then she shocked us when she said she could spell Mississippi.  All fired up to show us, she said "m, r, s, period, s, i, p, i.  See?  Mrs. Sipi!"  That one could not keep us from laughing right out loud.  Just too cool.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that is all for now!  Going to Swiss Days in an hour.  They have the best bbq beef dinner.  tradition!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-337851681578522381?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/337851681578522381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=337851681578522381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/337851681578522381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/337851681578522381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-we-tried-to-go-out-swimming-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-8836093509056205143</id><published>2009-08-20T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T18:20:20.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids and their crazies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/So32LSuRLYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hF1hPS6VAD8/s1600-h/Q+trying+to+put+the+diaper+on.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372220604387765634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/So32LSuRLYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hF1hPS6VAD8/s320/Q+trying+to+put+the+diaper+on.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/So32K-yveDI/AAAAAAAAAII/wAZ3r1h0LA0/s1600-h/Q+thought+the+bear+needed+the+diaper+change.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372220599037818930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/So32K-yveDI/AAAAAAAAAII/wAZ3r1h0LA0/s320/Q+thought+the+bear+needed+the+diaper+change.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/So32KfZw27I/AAAAAAAAAIA/zNOfK0ZDnXc/s1600-h/quinn+doing+the+dishes+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372220590611553202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/So32KfZw27I/AAAAAAAAAIA/zNOfK0ZDnXc/s320/quinn+doing+the+dishes+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/So32JZiMJNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8iLqpYEkU_c/s1600-h/on+the+way+to+the+park+with+daddy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372220571856413906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/So32JZiMJNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8iLqpYEkU_c/s320/on+the+way+to+the+park+with+daddy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just a quick little update on the fun things that have been happening at our house lately!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, Lily is absolutely loving 1st grade, she reads like a champ, gets 100% on her spelling tests, and was recently moved to the top tier group in her class. Go Lily! She is also great at helping mom and dad with both of her little brothers. She holds Quinn when they go for SHORT motorcycle rides with daddy, and she gets things for mom when our 'other little brother' is kicking or sitting on a nerve, or whatever it is they do while they are cooking! The first pic is of Lily and dad and Q going to the park in our neighborhood. The next pic is of Q. He decided to be mr. domestic and do the dishes! He opened the dishwasher and stood up on it to reach the top rack. From there, you can see what he did. Then he proudly told me 'a diss ah done!' Yes, Q-B-Doo, the dishes are all done. Such a helper! Lastly, I was telling Q to bring me a diaper since Lily had noticed that he was not smelling the greatest, and instead he said 'way down bear. Iss a good bear, way down', and when I looked, he was trying to put the diaper on his teddy bear! It was just too cute. Did he not realize that HE was the stinky one? Bear was clean. Needless to say, I helped him change bear, and once we were done, he realized the diaper covered the tag on the bear, and that was just not going to work. So, off came the diaper so Q's fingers could wind around the tag. Too much fun at our house today!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-8836093509056205143?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/8836093509056205143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=8836093509056205143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/8836093509056205143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/8836093509056205143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2009/08/kids-and-their-crazies.html' title='Kids and their crazies'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/So32LSuRLYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hF1hPS6VAD8/s72-c/Q+trying+to+put+the+diaper+on.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-7807393006444648982</id><published>2009-07-27T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:04:09.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily's first day of school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/Sm3d8kZ-DkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1DbynHJ8ZI4/s1600-h/100_1882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363186763902619202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/Sm3d8kZ-DkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1DbynHJ8ZI4/s320/100_1882.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/Sm3d8U9-AcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vhv7804hdBA/s1600-h/100_1881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363186759758643650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/Sm3d8U9-AcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vhv7804hdBA/s320/100_1881.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/Sm3d79oHS0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/rOLVgUK-HEw/s1600-h/100_1876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363186753492962114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/Sm3d79oHS0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/rOLVgUK-HEw/s320/100_1876.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/Sm3d7s2T7kI/AAAAAAAAAHY/H_5JtnM0JB0/s1600-h/100_1875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363186748989107778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/Sm3d7s2T7kI/AAAAAAAAAHY/H_5JtnM0JB0/s320/100_1875.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the first day back to school for miss Lily. She is a 1st grader now!! I didn't even need to get her out of bed...she did it all on her own, and was dressed and waiting for me when I got up. (I guess she was excited or something.) It was awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics of her first day. Running to line up, waiting in line, at her desk already working and one of her name tag and pencil box, that she was very proud of! Too cool! She also had her lunch money in her back pack, and I can't wait to hear how her day went! School gets out at 3:20, and I can't wait to get her so we can talk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-7807393006444648982?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/7807393006444648982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=7807393006444648982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/7807393006444648982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/7807393006444648982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2009/07/lilys-first-day-of-school.html' title='Lily&apos;s first day of school!'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/Sm3d8kZ-DkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1DbynHJ8ZI4/s72-c/100_1882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-3244899180246876409</id><published>2009-07-27T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:52:43.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie-sitting Sophia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/Sm3bUFckCYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/m-11NitlLcA/s1600-h/106_0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363183869373974914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/Sm3bUFckCYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/m-11NitlLcA/s320/106_0107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/Sm3bTmx9ubI/AAAAAAAAAHI/p921qbshRyk/s1600-h/100_1866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363183861142239666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/Sm3bTmx9ubI/AAAAAAAAAHI/p921qbshRyk/s320/100_1866.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to watch Bon and Jer's dog Sophia for a night and the kids loved it! Quinn would run around with her yelling out 'Sophy! Sophy!' and the dog would come running right at him and lick him, and then they would do it all over again. Lily loved to put her on her little leash and go for walks around the house and yard. At bed time, each kid took turns 'putting the puppy to bed' and then Lily fell asleep with Sophy. I woke her up and we put the little critter in her kennel for the night, but what a fun time it was when she was awake!! Now that Sophia is back at home, the kids keep telling me that they miss Sophy. It is really cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonnie and Jeremey, thanks for letting us watch her for you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-3244899180246876409?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/3244899180246876409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=3244899180246876409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/3244899180246876409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/3244899180246876409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2009/07/doggie-sitting-sophia.html' title='Doggie-sitting Sophia'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/Sm3bUFckCYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/m-11NitlLcA/s72-c/106_0107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-6048783090588746818</id><published>2009-06-15T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:40:12.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/Sjbp1hPY_qI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ufujMykIJls/s1600-h/BABY_8-it%27s+a+boy!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347718713214303906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/Sjbp1hPY_qI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ufujMykIJls/s320/BABY_8-it%27s+a+boy!.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SjbpKkfa1YI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yjq5Se8nsk8/s1600-h/BABY_6-Hi+mom!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347717975352464770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SjbpKkfa1YI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yjq5Se8nsk8/s320/BABY_6-Hi+mom!.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SjbpAk3qScI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CiOPzEGXgi0/s1600-h/BABY_2-profile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347717803655449026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SjbpAk3qScI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CiOPzEGXgi0/s320/BABY_2-profile.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We had our U/S today and all is well!! Baby is healthy, about 8 inches, and about 10 oz. All 10 toes and fingers are there :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We came home with the profile pic and gender pic, and had our little 'sit down' with Lily. Just as an FYI for those who don't know, Lily has been praying every night that our baby would be a girl. Since we found out it was a boy, I was just praying she would be ok with it. We had gotten her to admit that she really wanted a sister, but that if it was another little brother, that would be ok too. So, there we are, sitting on the couch with Lily and the pics. I showed her how to tell what was what on the pics, and she determined for herself that it was a boy. We said "Yes, Lily, it is a little brother again". I waited, while she told me she hoped and prayed for a girl, but that it was a boy instead. We quietly discussed how she said she would still be ok with it if the baby was not a sister. She said she remembered, and we started to make calls to other family members. While I was talking to others, I looked around the room for Lily since she had moved from the couch, and I found her sitting in the rocking chair, on her daddy's lap, with tears streaming down her face. Not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Poor girl was really really sad that it was a brother. Well, we did the only thing we could think of and began telling her reasons why it was better for &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; that it was a brother. This way, she would not have to share her polly pockets, her bed could stay right where it was, she would not have to wake up at night because the baby woke her up, and when we changed diapers, it would not be &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; room that smelled like baby poop. She started to laugh, looked at Quinn, and said "stinky boy! stinky boy!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then I told her that if she wanted, we would go to Walmart and she could choose some new clothes for baby brother, and she agreed. She picked out a very cute little sleeper, some warm socks and a fuzzy blanket because she realized that baby brother would be born in winter and would need to stay warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As the day went on, we let her do the calling to other family members. I could tell when they asked her if she was happy because her response would be 'sort of' or 'a little'. But after we let her choose some new clothes, she said she felt better than she did a few minutes ago. She even chose clothing new baby brother could wear home from the hosp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All in all, a challenging but wonderful day! The pics are the basics...profile, gender...the gender pic shows one leg, and then the essentials. The one leg is not a complete pic, but is just the top half. The short white line near the bottom half of the pic is the femur bone, and essentials are right above. The other pic is of the baby's arm and hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyways, that's all for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-6048783090588746818?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/6048783090588746818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=6048783090588746818' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/6048783090588746818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/6048783090588746818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-baby-brother.html' title='New Baby Brother'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/Sjbp1hPY_qI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ufujMykIJls/s72-c/BABY_8-it%27s+a+boy!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-4038111017473419623</id><published>2009-05-28T16:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:05:11.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily's revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/Sh8mnOvllKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/S1bV8spd1wA/s1600-h/765975764205_0_ALB%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341030138499142818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/Sh8mnOvllKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/S1bV8spd1wA/s320/765975764205_0_ALB%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were at daddy's work today, and he was out test driving a bike he was working on when we drove up. While we were waiting for him to get back, Lily asked what all the other bikes out front of dad's work were for. So, we had the good ol' talk about how dad fixes all those bikes, and he gets to ride them when he is done to make sure he fixed them right. Jake rode up at that point on what looked to me to be a blue dirt bike of sorts. Lily saw her dad and yells "Whoa!! He can ride that kind of a bike with no training wheels?" Ok Lil, how long has daddy been riding bikes with no training wheels? What a nerd she is sometimes! Good comic relief. What would we do without the humor of young children?  (the pic is of jake on his old bike in AZ, but it was a pic of him on a bike, so I thought it would work!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-4038111017473419623?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/4038111017473419623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=4038111017473419623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/4038111017473419623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/4038111017473419623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2009/05/lilys-revelation.html' title='Lily&apos;s revelation'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/Sh8mnOvllKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/S1bV8spd1wA/s72-c/765975764205_0_ALB%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-754394386223807864</id><published>2009-04-27T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:09:19.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SfZJGuwpBrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/I_3Wa_ehfwE/s1600-h/watermelon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329527589019649714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SfZJGuwpBrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/I_3Wa_ehfwE/s320/watermelon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh man, I have got to be the worst mom in the world! Or at least my son must think so.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I bought a perfectly round seedless watermelon at Walmart a couple days ago, and the minute I picked it up in the store Quinn was yelling "ball! ball!" and he would not calm down until I let him hold it, which he did, all the way home! Once we got home, I ended up putting it in the kitchen cupboard above the fridge hoping for an out-of-sight, out-of-mind situation to take place. He never did forget that the 'ball' was in the cupboard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today I pulled it out to cut it up, and Quinn's worst fears came true. Mom was going to kill his ball. The whole time I am cutting, I am telling and showing and trying to get him to see that it is not a ball, it is a watermelon, and you eat it, but he would not listen. He kept saying (rather loudly) "ball! no!! ball!! ball!!" I even gave him a piece of melon, and he looked at it like I had just given him something terrible to eat. He tasted it, and gave it back, still asking for his ball. (By the way, there were tears streaming down his face the entire time!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I cut the melon in fourths, and shelled the pieces so I would have less mess, and when I had thrown 3 of the rinds in the trash, Quinn walked over to the garbage can, lifted the lid, looked in and said very quietly "ball??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It was the saddest, most hilarious thing that could have happened! He still won't eat any of the watermelon. He also went and found his blue ball, and refuses to let me hold it...for fear, I am sure, that he will lose that one too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What a Monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&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/2512166049486906979-754394386223807864?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/754394386223807864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=754394386223807864' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/754394386223807864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/754394386223807864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2009/04/bittersweet-treat.html' title='Bittersweet Treat'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SfZJGuwpBrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/I_3Wa_ehfwE/s72-c/watermelon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-5517760335484720711</id><published>2009-03-11T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:17:48.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mr. smarty pants</title><content type='html'>The coolest thing in the world happened today!! Quinn is starting to recognize letters!  He is a huge fan of the tv show Super WHY!  and I never realized just how much he was picking up from the show, until today when he pointed at my shirt, put his finger on the O and said "Oh".  He then did the same thing with the E printed on my shirt.  So crazy!!  And the S and the R and the T.  Insane.  Needless to say, I am going to get that kid some flash cards, and we will see if he can say any more letters!  Too smart for his own good that one is!  YAY for Q!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-5517760335484720711?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/5517760335484720711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=5517760335484720711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/5517760335484720711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/5517760335484720711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-smarty-pants.html' title='mr. smarty pants'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-5164885263655825673</id><published>2009-02-04T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:51:20.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily is at it again!!</title><content type='html'>I really don't know where she gets this stuff, but it is pretty funny!!&lt;br /&gt;The other night Jake and I were in bed, Lily was in bed upstairs, and we were just chillin for the evening, when Lily came downstairs complaining of the cold.  We let her in our bed to snuggle and get warm, and a few minutes later I asked her if she was warm yet, and in a most plaintive voice she declared "No, my hands are cold, my feet are cold, and even my bottom that I am laying on is still cold!"  I don't know if she ever got her bottom warm, but it was pretty hilarious!  On to the next one...here is how our conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;We were driving under a freeway overpass and lily was looking up at the pidgeons that station themselves all along the freeway eaves.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;lily: Mom, do pidgeons have cars?&lt;br /&gt;mom: No honey, they don't why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;lily: Because every time we go to Jaliscos for dinner, they poop on our car, and I just thought that maybe we should go poop on their cars.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Man! If ever you need comic relief, just stay in the same room with this little precocious almost 6 year old, and it won't be long before you laugh your head off!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-5164885263655825673?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/5164885263655825673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=5164885263655825673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/5164885263655825673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/5164885263655825673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2009/02/lily-is-at-it-again.html' title='Lily is at it again!!'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-7958449427449607125</id><published>2009-01-27T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:32:06.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs marbles?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SX-1VC0bwyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLnVt1bjsDI/s1600-h/100_1108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296151059949667106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SX-1VC0bwyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLnVt1bjsDI/s320/100_1108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SX-1U3glOVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9DSbXrtzB9s/s1600-h/100_1107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296151056913611090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SX-1U3glOVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9DSbXrtzB9s/s320/100_1107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quinn was playing with all his toys, and he got really quiet after a few minutes, so I grabbed my camera and snuck in to the living room to see if I could catch up with his mischief, and low and behold!!! He was playing marble race with grapes! What a nerd. I guess if no marbles are nearby, any small, round object will do. What a smart little cookie he is! Can you see the 'marble' in the pic with Quinn and the dog?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really quite comical to see.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-7958449427449607125?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/7958449427449607125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=7958449427449607125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/7958449427449607125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/7958449427449607125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-needs-marbles.html' title='Who needs marbles?'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SX-1VC0bwyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLnVt1bjsDI/s72-c/100_1108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-1471611645263120063</id><published>2008-12-27T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:15:52.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOWWWWW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SVaa1mqXonI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Eo-6oPEgpqw/s1600-h/100_0902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284581458467857010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SVaa1mqXonI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Eo-6oPEgpqw/s320/100_0902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SVaa1O48cfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/sOLxGhqlzoQ/s1600-h/100_0897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284581452086538738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SVaa1O48cfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/sOLxGhqlzoQ/s320/100_0897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SVaa03Ub_1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/CvAZYbtu2Iw/s1600-h/100_0894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284581445759401810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SVaa03Ub_1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/CvAZYbtu2Iw/s320/100_0894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SVaa0vJ3huI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tsdAK8LpO6U/s1600-h/100_0876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284581443567584994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SVaa0vJ3huI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tsdAK8LpO6U/s320/100_0876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So, last winter, Quinn was not old enough to really appreciate the snow. This year, bring on the boots and gloves!! He loves it! Jake was out plowing the other day, and we discovered that Q loves to ride on the machine with his daddy. Even though his hands were bright red (he won't keep gloves on), he didn't want to come inside. It was fun to watch. Lily loves the snow too. We went to Grams and Bapo's house today, and they played tag in the backyard running along trails made by bapo before the game. That was after they took turns knocking down the icecicles in the back yard.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-1471611645263120063?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/1471611645263120063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=1471611645263120063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/1471611645263120063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/1471611645263120063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/12/snowwwww.html' title='SNOWWWWW'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SVaa1mqXonI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Eo-6oPEgpqw/s72-c/100_0902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-6150374997541364161</id><published>2008-12-23T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:53:48.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag!</title><content type='html'>Tagged!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here's a gooey, romantic game of tag. Here's how it works: I will answer questions about Jake and I. At the end of the post, I'll tag 3 people and post their names. Then, those three people can do the same thing on their own blog and so on and so forth.  I was tagged by my good buddy Erin.  Now it's your turn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your husband's name? Jake&lt;br /&gt;How long have you guys been married? 7.5 years&lt;br /&gt;How long did you date? 6 months from meet to marry&lt;br /&gt;How old is he? almost 30&lt;br /&gt;Who is taller? jake&lt;br /&gt;Who can sing the best? me.  jake doesn't usually sing.  if he did, he would win!  ever hear Eclipse?  all guys should sing!&lt;br /&gt;Who is smarter? It depends on the topic.&lt;br /&gt;Who pays the bills? I do, but he makes the money to pay them.&lt;br /&gt;Who does the laundry? me&lt;br /&gt;Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? we don't really have a right side.  we have a wall side and an isle side.  I take the wall side. &lt;br /&gt;Who mows the lawn? usually me&lt;br /&gt;Who cooks dinner? usually me&lt;br /&gt;Who is the first to admit when they're wrong? neither of us.  we usually just let things drop.&lt;br /&gt;Who kissed who first? He kissed me first. &lt;br /&gt;Who wears the pants? I would say… me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Ashlee, Deb Plante and Becky Lutz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-6150374997541364161?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/6150374997541364161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=6150374997541364161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/6150374997541364161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/6150374997541364161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag.html' title='tag!'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-9112314122670595130</id><published>2008-12-21T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T13:09:12.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SU6wWzr6VpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tcEPtuRM9vM/s1600-h/100_0820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SU6wWzr6VpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tcEPtuRM9vM/s320/100_0820.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282353318830167698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SU6wWaLKQFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ft10J1yn6yU/s1600-h/100_0817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SU6wWaLKQFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ft10J1yn6yU/s320/100_0817.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282353311981912146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SU6wVuwI5mI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Og5a7pIMNi0/s1600-h/100_0809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SU6wVuwI5mI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Og5a7pIMNi0/s320/100_0809.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282353300325852770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas time!  And that means it is Gingerbread house time!!  Here are some pics of Lil Lily making her house.  We really had a blast!!  Kim and Shay made their house too. We had a little village!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-9112314122670595130?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/9112314122670595130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=9112314122670595130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/9112314122670595130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/9112314122670595130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/12/houses.html' title='Houses'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SU6wWzr6VpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tcEPtuRM9vM/s72-c/100_0820.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-466776725161141776</id><published>2008-12-11T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:20.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SUGJI2Jq3JI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_FqN-huwYAE/s1600-h/100_0747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SUGJI2Jq3JI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_FqN-huwYAE/s320/100_0747.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278651023322963090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SUGJIvINVwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/983bx0ySQww/s1600-h/100_0748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SUGJIvINVwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/983bx0ySQww/s320/100_0748.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278651021437785858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.  Lily has a beta fish in her room, named Princess Rockstar, and we finally decided to clean her tank!  Once we were done, we put her back on Lily's dresser, and thought all was well.  A few minutes later, Quinn starts crying...I found him in Lily's room, soaked, with an 'Oh dear, what have I done' kind of look on his face.  Princess Rockstar only had half her water remaining in her tank.  Quinn learned that he is not strong enough to lift her tank down all by himself!!  I am just glad the fish was still in the tank.  Poor traumatized boy.  Poor traumatized Beta.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-466776725161141776?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/466776725161141776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=466776725161141776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/466776725161141776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/466776725161141776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/12/poor-fish.html' title='Poor Fish'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SUGJI2Jq3JI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_FqN-huwYAE/s72-c/100_0747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-1610331574924360769</id><published>2008-11-23T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:03:32.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving y'all!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SSoZYnhFxiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_Y8tsfND3r8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SSoZYnhFxiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_Y8tsfND3r8/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272054224505914914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my Happy Thanksgiving post!!  Hope everyone has a good Turkey Day.  I know it is becoming more and more about the food and family, and less about the 'Thanksgiving', but this post is strictly to say Happy Day!!  See the post right before this for a more interesting version of what to be grateful for.  &lt;br /&gt;Laters!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-1610331574924360769?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/1610331574924360769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=1610331574924360769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/1610331574924360769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/1610331574924360769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving-yall.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving y&apos;all!!'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SSoZYnhFxiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_Y8tsfND3r8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-1625042813543751518</id><published>2008-11-21T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:31:41.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A question from the Parkers</title><content type='html'>I was reading on the Parkers (good friends!) blog, and they had this question posted, that was asked to them by someone else.  Their post asked readers to think about it, and then answer.  Here is the question, and my response....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If Heavenly Father was to come and spend an entire day with you just because He loves you, what would you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!!  That really is a thought provoking question.  I spend all day on Sunday trying to get my primary kids to realize that it is a very real possibility that they will one day be standing with the Father and Son, and I try my hardest to get them to think and do the things they would do when that time comes (refer to the primary song If The Savior Stood Beside Me). I have never had the question reversed though.  When I first read the question about what I would do if Heavenly Father came to visit me, my immediate thought was of me sitting there holding my kids with my hubby standing by us, and we are just sitting and talking with Father about the kids.  Of course, once I really thought about what I was thinking about, I realized that it would be silly to discuss MY kids with Him, because they were really HIS kids, and I was only taking care of them while on earth.  So, I thought maybe we could go walking together, and look at the flowers and the trees, maybe go for a hike and take in a good dose of nature.  But then again, what would be the point, since He knows what nature is all about already?  He has already seen everything I would want to show Him.  So, instantly my thoughts became restless...what could I do, what would I do, what should I do, if Heavenly Father came to visit me, just because he loved me?  Well, the answer is not so elusive...it's really quite simple.  I would do and show Heavenly Father things that make me happy, things that I am grateful for, things that I am trying to improve upon.  I would definately start by showcasing my family, even going so far as to show birth pictures and things like that.  Maybe He and Quinn could roll Q's ball back a forth a bit.  Then we could see my flower garden together.  I worked hard all year on that garden!  And I loved every minute of the blooms and blossoms that grew! (can't wait for next years flowers!) After that, who knows!  I know there would be plenty to do and talk about.  Why?  Because if Heavenly Father were to come and visit, just because He loved me, then I would show Him all the things I am doing, and all the things I love just to show Him that the love is returned.  God gave me all that I have.  He gave me my kids, my husband, my flowers, my home......  It would only be right that I show Him that I am grateful and that I am benefiting from all He has done for me.  And I bet you dollars for donuts that Heavenly Father would enjoy seeing my kids, my garden, hearing about my day, my hard times, the good times....why?  Because He is my Father, and that is what dad's are for!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-1625042813543751518?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/1625042813543751518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=1625042813543751518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/1625042813543751518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/1625042813543751518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/11/question-from-parkers.html' title='A question from the Parkers'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-2037853322840993861</id><published>2008-11-16T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:49:07.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tone those muscles!!</title><content type='html'>Jake bought me some exercise equipment that I can use at home.  Knowing I like step aerobics, he bought me the step board, exercise ball, and 3 videos from a gal in Lehi that was moving.  He put the board on the floor-minus the raisers, and put lily to the test!!  She seemed to really enjoy doing step....she kept going even after I stopped recording.  Then we bounced quinn on the ball.  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SYTYCD&lt;br /&gt;2. ANTM&lt;br /&gt;3. Deal or No Deal&lt;br /&gt;4. Kyle XY&lt;br /&gt;5. Price is Right&lt;br /&gt;6. Friends&lt;br /&gt;7. Judge Alex&lt;br /&gt;8. Judge Joe Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite Restaurants in random order&lt;br /&gt;1. Sizzler&lt;br /&gt;2. Golden Corral&lt;br /&gt;3. The Garden&lt;br /&gt;4. OSF&lt;br /&gt;5. Jalisco's&lt;br /&gt;6. Black Angus&lt;br /&gt;7. Souper Salad&lt;br /&gt;8. Chili's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things that Happened Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;1. went to church&lt;br /&gt;2. cleaned the house&lt;br /&gt;3. made dinner for friends&lt;br /&gt;4. watched Kung Fu panda with friends from #3&lt;br /&gt;5. called mom&lt;br /&gt;6. played with kids&lt;br /&gt;7. gave quinn a bath&lt;br /&gt;8. helped Lily clean her room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things on My Wish List in random order&lt;br /&gt;1. baby #3&lt;br /&gt;2. money&lt;br /&gt;3. college degree to come faster&lt;br /&gt;4. new car&lt;br /&gt;5. warmer weather&lt;br /&gt;6. sunnier weather&lt;br /&gt;7. piano&lt;br /&gt;8. newer house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I am Looking Forward To (again, random)&lt;br /&gt;1. college to be finished&lt;br /&gt;2. baby #3&lt;br /&gt;3. hubby to come home from work&lt;br /&gt;4. Christmas with the kids&lt;br /&gt;5. vacation to Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;6. birthday&lt;br /&gt;7. grass in the backyard&lt;br /&gt;8. flowers in front yard next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAG:&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;br /&gt;Ash&lt;br /&gt;Janelle&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;br /&gt;Ang&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-2415723949093880883?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/2415723949093880883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=2415723949093880883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/2415723949093880883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/2415723949093880883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag.html' title='TAG'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-5071682733744909043</id><published>2008-11-09T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:06:35.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily gots smarts!</title><content type='html'>Lily and her dad are at it again!  Read on for their latest conversation...&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  What's the square root of x?&lt;br /&gt;Lil: Huh?  I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: What?  Aren't you smart?  Don't you go to school?  What's the square root of x?&lt;br /&gt;Lil: I just don't know dad!  But I am smart.  I can spell!  See?  Cat. c-a-t  Pig. p-i-g  Dog.  g-o-d&lt;br /&gt;the end!!!  (she has since learned the correct spelling for dog!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-5071682733744909043?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/5071682733744909043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=5071682733744909043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/5071682733744909043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/5071682733744909043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/11/lily-gots-smarts.html' title='Lily gots smarts!'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-5868682827021356814</id><published>2008-11-09T12:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:15:21.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>floats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SRdD-cHLXZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Gzj0fY5y5u8/s1600-h/rootbeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266753029210332562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SRdD-cHLXZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Gzj0fY5y5u8/s320/rootbeer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;How to determine what size of Rootbeer Float you should eat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lily and Jake asked me to make them some rootbeer floats, and while I was serving them up, lily commented that the largest glass should be for Dad because he is 'huge-mongous' and the next glass size was for Mom cause she is 'medium-sized' and she would get the smallest glass cause she was the smallest of all of us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wonder if I will ever get to qualify as 'huge-mongous!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(is that a good thing, or a bad thing??? ;) )&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/2512166049486906979-5868682827021356814?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/5868682827021356814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=5868682827021356814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/5868682827021356814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/5868682827021356814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/11/floats.html' title='floats'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SRdD-cHLXZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Gzj0fY5y5u8/s72-c/rootbeer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-4627277686722578521</id><published>2008-11-06T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:07:19.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SRMjQAu4ZyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tTzOTpqq9d4/s1600-h/deer+head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265591147307755298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SRMjQAu4ZyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tTzOTpqq9d4/s320/deer+head.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Update on Deer Head Story!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I decided to tease Lily a little about her conversation with her dad about the deer in our garage.  See a few posts below for the story.  Anyways!  Here is our conversation....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mom: Lil, is the deer in the garage alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lily: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mom: how come it doesn't move?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lily: it's alive, mom, but it's spirit is in heaven, so it can't move, dad told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mom: Oh.  So, when your spirit is in heaven, are we going to hang you on the wall too?  (she sat and thought for a moment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lily: (she put her finger in the middle of her forehead as she spoke)  Are you gonna have to put a nail in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And that was it!  It was fun.  I could tell that she knew I was joking, and she laughed with me about it later.  It became the joke of the day.  Good times when your kids are old enough to joke around!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-4627277686722578521?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/4627277686722578521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=4627277686722578521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/4627277686722578521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/4627277686722578521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-on-deer-head-story-i-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SRMjQAu4ZyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tTzOTpqq9d4/s72-c/deer+head.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-9005808239301378759</id><published>2008-10-30T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:27:15.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Contest Results!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And the winner is!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Not jake.  Although Popeye did rake in a nice 2nd!!  That is good enough for $100 cash....not too shabby!!  A gal at Jake's work who works cashier decorated some pumpkins to look like the California Raisins, and she won 1st.  Mind you, Cali Raisins are not exactly 'classic cartoon' as the rules called for, but it is certainly something none of the rest of us thought of!  I would have liked to have seen them.  Anyways, I am still happy that Jake placed.  Thanks to all those awesome family members who helped build Popeye!  Stay tuned for next years contest :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-9005808239301378759?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/9005808239301378759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=9005808239301378759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/9005808239301378759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/9005808239301378759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-contest-results.html' title='Pumpkin Contest Results!'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-8057448674909416149</id><published>2008-10-29T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:35:13.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily chore assignments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SQiQgRzbFuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XTqhiq3xkvw/s1600-h/p1010109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262615048791725794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SQiQgRzbFuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XTqhiq3xkvw/s320/p1010109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Here is how lily sees the chores in our house going.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"If I make a mess, I clean it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you make a mess, you clean it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If daddy makes a mess, daddy cleans it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If brother makes a mess, (pause), daddy just tells me to clean it up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;At least we all know who's mess we are responsible for!! hehehehehe what a nerd!&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/2512166049486906979-8057448674909416149?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/8057448674909416149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=8057448674909416149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/8057448674909416149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/8057448674909416149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/10/daily-chore-assignments.html' title='Daily chore assignments'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SQiQgRzbFuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XTqhiq3xkvw/s72-c/p1010109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-990613606950990864</id><published>2008-10-28T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:14:22.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SQeM6xzjDEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2ZKFz6y7wIs/s1600-h/100_0688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262329631035558978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SQeM6xzjDEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2ZKFz6y7wIs/s320/100_0688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SQeM6pbeZZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gsi0_go0VQk/s1600-h/100_4694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262329628787107218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SQeM6pbeZZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gsi0_go0VQk/s320/100_4694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SQeM6aCr8UI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UQJNUgXcUpg/s1600-h/100_4268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262329624656605506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SQeM6aCr8UI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UQJNUgXcUpg/s320/100_4268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In other news, Jake's day job, Mountain High Motorsports is currently conducting their annual Halloween Employee Pumpkin Contest. The idea is for the employees to decorate or carve a pumpkin under certain criteria and then judge each other's pumpkins to determine the winner. A couple years back we did the Headless Horseman with an old motorcycle frame, and engine and a bucket for the body, and wires for the arms and hands, with, naturally, the pumpkin for the head (which was actually a helmet painted orange!). It was a hit, and it won first place.  The next year we did Yoda. This one was also really fun to do! The pumpkin was the head, and then other forms of melons/squash were used for the hands and ears etc. This year, we did Popeye. He looks awesome!. Hopefully, we will win again, as has been the tradition so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Jake has a very talented brother who has assisted with the last two years donating invaluable time and talent to making our pumpkin creations come to life. Thanks Isaac!! I don't know about Jake, but I look forward to this contest each year. Lots of fun!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy Halloween!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-990613606950990864?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/990613606950990864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=990613606950990864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/990613606950990864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/990613606950990864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-news.html' title='Halloween News'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SQeM6xzjDEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2ZKFz6y7wIs/s72-c/100_0688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-6914855784513032682</id><published>2008-10-28T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:59:12.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like mother, Like daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SQeLEtcdTfI/AAAAAAAAADw/KZKfPZO2dxY/s1600-h/100_0684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262327602640408050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SQeLEtcdTfI/AAAAAAAAADw/KZKfPZO2dxY/s320/100_0684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lily's school is doing their Red Ribbon Week this week teaching the kids all about saying no to drugs. Tuesday (today) was crazy sock day, meant to encourage kids to 'kick drugs to the curb'! Kids who wore crazy socks would get a sticker that they could wear all day. Trying to convince Lily to dress silly is like trying to convince a dog to meow. Very difficult task! Just like her mother, dressing out of the comfort zone is not something we look forward to doing. I never did participate in Spirit Weeks or anything of the sorts in school. I would support my friends of course, but you would always and only see me in the regular jeans and t-shirt. It appears this is the case with Lily also. Wednesday is backward shirt day and when I asked her if she wanted to wear her shirt backward I got a look that said 'are you crazy??' at the same time her mouth said "no!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Needless to say, I did convince her to participate in crazy sock day. She would not wear her own socks mismatched or anything, but she did agree to wear her daddy's socks!! So, here she is, in her dad's tall socks. Pretty cool huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We will keep working at getting her out of her comfort box a bit. :)&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/2512166049486906979-6914855784513032682?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/6914855784513032682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=6914855784513032682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/6914855784513032682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/6914855784513032682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-mother-like-daughter.html' title='Like mother, Like daughter'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SQeLEtcdTfI/AAAAAAAAADw/KZKfPZO2dxY/s72-c/100_0684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-8551358146454479469</id><published>2008-10-27T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:52:39.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SQY3WTmH3xI/AAAAAAAAADo/31BnjwCFoiE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261954070985826066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SQY3WTmH3xI/AAAAAAAAADo/31BnjwCFoiE/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;SO!! I found this pic on the internet while searching for all things Twilight with my sis-in-law Ashlee, and I thought it was awesome! It only shows a few of the characters in the movie, but it is still a neat picture. Can't wait for the movie to come out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-8551358146454479469?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/8551358146454479469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=8551358146454479469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/8551358146454479469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/8551358146454479469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-i-found-this-pic-on-internet-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SQY3WTmH3xI/AAAAAAAAADo/31BnjwCFoiE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-2221113577941934449</id><published>2008-10-20T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:39:31.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She says it again!</title><content type='html'>I just don't know what to do with this girl!  Lily is becoming more and more intuitive every day.  She puts things together and asks questions that we just don't expect, and usually what she says is just hilarious!  Like her comments the other day about her dad listening to the devil, this one is just as good....&lt;br /&gt;We have a mounted deer head in our garage, compliments of my uncle, and Lily likes to look at it.  This is her conversation with her dad on Sunday evening.&lt;br /&gt;Lily: Dad, is that deer real?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;Lily: How come it is not moving?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Because it's spirit is not in it.  It's real, but dead.&lt;br /&gt;Lily: Oh.  Where is it's spirit?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: In heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Lily: Oh.  Dad?  When I die, are you going to hang me on the wall too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you for real?!  Jake told me he didn't know what to say, so he laughed, and sent her off to play.  At least she left laughing too.  Good times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-2221113577941934449?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/2221113577941934449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=2221113577941934449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/2221113577941934449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/2221113577941934449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/10/she-says-it-again.html' title='She says it again!'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-5413443336708040431</id><published>2008-10-20T07:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T07:02:28.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>note about song</title><content type='html'>Lily has a cold at the moment, and it is affecting her voice, so she sounds a little froggy in her song video, but I think it is still pretty awesome that she has learned the chant, (and all the other songs we are singing!).  You Go Girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-5413443336708040431?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/5413443336708040431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=5413443336708040431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/5413443336708040431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/5413443336708040431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/10/note-about-song.html' title='note about song'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-6740275786935631841</id><published>2008-10-20T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T07:00:23.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily and her song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=72ffbfab352767d3339b40" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=72ffbfab352767d3339b40&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=72ffbfab352767d3339b40&amp;skin_id=701&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/72ffbfab352767d3339b40/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt1" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make an on-line slide show at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/2512166049486906979-6740275786935631841?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/6740275786935631841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=6740275786935631841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/6740275786935631841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/6740275786935631841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/10/lily-and-her-song.html' title='Lily and her song'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-1032682446768959007</id><published>2008-10-19T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T11:37:54.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily and her Dad</title><content type='html'>This was a conversation between Jake and Lily on Saturday.  Just too cute not to share!&lt;br /&gt;Lily: We have church tomorrow dad.&lt;br /&gt;Jake: I don't want to go to church.&lt;br /&gt;Lily: Dad, I think you have been listening to the devil.&lt;br /&gt;Jake: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Lily: Because the devil teaches us not to go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about that huh?  I am glad that Lily likes church, and that she listens to her lessons!!   Needless to say, Jake did come to church!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-1032682446768959007?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/1032682446768959007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=1032682446768959007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/1032682446768959007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/1032682446768959007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/10/lily-and-her-dad.html' title='Lily and her Dad'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-4216392111942486929</id><published>2008-10-18T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:38:09.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So!! We took the kids over to Gardner Village on Friday afternoon for some early Halloween fun. This year, Lily is Belle, and Quinn is Superman! It is so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lily got her dress from one of the booths at Swiss Days this past Augustand then I just curled her hair and added some make-up. For Q-boy I bought red and blue fabric at Walmart and my grandma and I made the cape, and we made the shield with the S on it, and simply attached it to a red onesie that I had at home. The tights are borrowed from cousin Shaylee, and voila! We have two cute kids all ready to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Once they were in their costumes, we went to daddy's work and told his boss that superman was there to spring his daddy from work for a day of fun. His boss agreed that a few hours wouldn't hurt anyone! And we were off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was a blast! There were a lot of people there, and a lot of cute photo spots. Both kids had fun, and Quinn is learning to be such a ham when we try and take pics of him! He has started to lean forward and make funny grins when we tell him to smile. Nerd. Lily as usual, just enjoys having people take notice. And she is great with her little brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here are the pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SPo5ycnhatI/AAAAAAAAADI/sqgaJz2uE2c/s1600-h/100_0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258579053746678482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SPo5ycnhatI/AAAAAAAAADI/sqgaJz2uE2c/s200/100_0556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SPo5y44dO3I/AAAAAAAAADY/SqAqN5EPVgk/s1600-h/100_0565.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258579061333900146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SPo5y44dO3I/AAAAAAAAADY/SqAqN5EPVgk/s200/100_0565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SPo5zMIEuBI/AAAAAAAAADg/5tu8mHp4mlQ/s1600-h/100_0592.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SPo5zMIEuBI/AAAAAAAAADg/5tu8mHp4mlQ/s1600-h/100_0592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258579066499676178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="203" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SPo5zMIEuBI/AAAAAAAAADg/5tu8mHp4mlQ/s200/100_0592.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SPo5ysSsLQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hpRiucTiqog/s1600-h/100_0560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258579057954270466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SPo5ysSsLQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hpRiucTiqog/s200/100_0560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SPo5yEFll0I/AAAAAAAAADA/R-2ONw2LvxY/s1600-h/100_0550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258579047161894722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SPo5yEFll0I/AAAAAAAAADA/R-2ONw2LvxY/s200/100_0550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SPo5zMIEuBI/AAAAAAAAADg/5tu8mHp4mlQ/s1600-h/100_0592.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-4216392111942486929?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/4216392111942486929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=4216392111942486929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/4216392111942486929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/4216392111942486929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-we-took-kids-over-to-gardner-village.html' title=''/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SPo5ycnhatI/AAAAAAAAADI/sqgaJz2uE2c/s72-c/100_0556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-712145887182010846</id><published>2008-09-17T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:14:01.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold Rush Theme</title><content type='html'>JEN!!  YOU ARE AMAZING!!!!  Just so you all know, my sis-in-law Jen is the one who did my background, and our new header.  Isn't it great?!  And I have to say that it fits the whole Gold Rush theme perfectly.  That is exactly what I was thinking about when we decided on 'Gold Rush'.  During the actual Gold Rush in the Yukon, people were so concerned with finding the precious gold.  It was all-consuming, and it ruined many lives.  It also enriched many lives.....the few, the lucky.  What we all could benefit from realizing is that it is within the walls of our own homes, and the arms of our own families, no matter how big or small, that we find the true treasures.  My kids and my husband, (and our dog ;) ) are my treasure.  They are my gold mine, and with out them, life would not mean what it does.  It would truly feel like it held less value than it does now.  I love them all so much! &lt;br /&gt;Jen, thanks for doing such an amazing job (again) and for capturing the essence of what I was looking for.  Love You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-712145887182010846?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/712145887182010846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=712145887182010846' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/712145887182010846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/712145887182010846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/09/gold-rush-theme.html' title='Gold Rush Theme'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-3261358006151438051</id><published>2008-08-20T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:43:11.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day Later</title><content type='html'>Here we are, one day after I posted that last one on Quinn walking, and today....&lt;br /&gt;He can go from sitting to standing and then to walking right after he stands all by himself!!  He walked clear across the front yard today, turned around and took a few more steps before falling to the ground.  We are all really excited!  And he gets such a big grin when we cheer him on.  Just love it.&lt;br /&gt;I will have to get a pic of him standing on here.  It will come soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-3261358006151438051?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/3261358006151438051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=3261358006151438051' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/3261358006151438051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/3261358006151438051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-day-later.html' title='One Day Later'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-4013409482799289350</id><published>2008-08-19T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:17:15.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, we have been working with Quinn on his walking, and we were down to the fine art of him walking with only one hand for assistance.  The other day he started to walk a little on his own in between my sister and me, and then today, he went from sitting down, to standing, ALL ON HIS OWN!  And he can turn around and walk between two people for the most part, unassisted.....such a big boy!!  It is great.  He thinks its a game, and will laugh and laugh the more we do it with him.  I think it is a great game!! Way to go big guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-4013409482799289350?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/4013409482799289350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=4013409482799289350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/4013409482799289350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/4013409482799289350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/08/almost-there.html' title='Almost there!!!'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-8545318127670451976</id><published>2008-08-09T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:08:17.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Cool!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lily told me today that she pledgered the flag in school.  It took me a minute to realize what she was saying....but when I did, it opened a good discussion.  She has been full of good discussions lately!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We talked about what it meant to pledge allegiance to the flag, and what it means to be a good person in our country!  Lily learned that to pledge means to promise, and allegiance means we will respect our homes and care for the country and take care of what we have, and the flag represents our country.  When ever we pass a United States flag I can hear her yell 'look!!  another one of our flags!!'  It's really neat to see how much she is learning and growing.  Too smart for her own britches she is!  Love it!  Her little brother isn't too far behind either!  Quinn is still working on walking, but he is getting better at walking with one handed assistance.  He is also good at saying bye and little things like that.  I also discovered that if it makes noise, he will be entertained!  While I try not to be too partial, I have to say that I have some pretty terrific kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-8545318127670451976?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/8545318127670451976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=8545318127670451976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/8545318127670451976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/8545318127670451976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/08/too-cool.html' title='Too Cool!!'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-6038778376875703816</id><published>2008-08-07T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:56:51.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realizations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SJvCw9kM3JI/AAAAAAAAABk/s7-o5cuoef8/s1600-h/100_0585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231989538536873106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SJvCw9kM3JI/AAAAAAAAABk/s7-o5cuoef8/s320/100_0585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I realized something today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I already knew it, but it came to me in a new way. Since Lily has started Kindergarten, I feel like I have lost her in a way. I take her to school and leave her there, and it is up to her and her teacher to make it work. It's up to her to learn and grow and progress. And then, at the end of her short day, I go and get her and talk to her about her day. It's great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting a bit religious here for a moment now;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Heavenly Father gave us the opportunity to come to Earth much like Lily and school. Like Lily and school, we leave the comforts of our Heavenly home to embark on a journey of learning, loving, hoping, losing, gaining....many of us just waiting for the day we get to go home. Unlike me, who gets Lily back every single day, Heavenly Father let us come to Earth knowing that many of us would never make it back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot even begin to imagine, or want to imagine how that must have felt. Realizing this loss to our Father brings new meaning to me in regard to how special and important each of us really is. We are all siblings in eternity, and we are all struggling for the same reasons. We chose to come to Earth and now we have to choose to go back home! It is not always easy to choose what is right, and it is certainly not always easy to stand up for what is right when we are faced with opposition so intense we can only force ourselves to stand and not shrink. And how much more important it is now to stand strong! Realizing that I am a mother, and caretaker to two wonderful children, I know that my responsibilities to Heavenly Father are great. Not only do I need to focus on my own personal and spiritual welfare, but I must focus on those respective welfares for my own children as well. I can only pray that I am doing a good job, and that my children will grow and come to understand that it is not about how many friends we make, or how popular we are in the eyes of the world. What matters most is how much we learn and grow and progress toward returning to our Heavenly Home with humility, love, charity..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am greatful to my Heavenly Father for helping me realize just how important family is, and for His allowing me to be a part of the wonderful tapestry of love that we weave every day we choose to live worthy of His love and guidance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-6038778376875703816?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/6038778376875703816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=6038778376875703816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/6038778376875703816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/6038778376875703816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/08/realizations.html' title='Realizations'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SJvCw9kM3JI/AAAAAAAAABk/s7-o5cuoef8/s72-c/100_0585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-3303702274810714016</id><published>2008-08-04T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:52:58.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She did it!!  Lily has successfully completed her first day of school!  Mom did pretty good too, all things considering.  I dropped her off, and took some pics and didn't even get teary eyed!  That is, until Lily was out of sight....once she disappeared in to the school, my throat constricted, my eyes misted, and I called my own mom!!  It was a very mixed emotion; happy for Lily, anxious for her to do well, and make new friends, and sad for me, because I feel my daughter growing up and changing, and I miss her already.  AND SHE IS ONLY IN KINDERGARTEN!!!  :{&lt;br /&gt;All is well though.  When I picked her up, I asked her how her day went, and she said that they can't sit on their knees, they have to sit like an indian, it's a special rule.  She also said that she got her nametag, put it on, colored a picture of her very own puppy, and practiced recess!  I wish we all could practice recess a little more!!  Oh yes, she had fruit snacks too!  Tomorrow we get to do it again, and then next day etc.   I guess it feels like I am tied in to her schooling now, more so than when she was at day care.  I don't mind it a bit though.  The only hard part will be the scheduling.  It is hard to have a commitment every day when you are used to having free time every day.  Not really free time, motherhood is very busy....but still...thinking about getting her up and ready every single day, and taking her there, and picking her up...exhausting!!  And wonderful!!  and sad, and strange.  Who knows!  When I sort out all these mixed feelings, I will drop another line out there and let you all know how it is going!&lt;br /&gt;pics of her first day are forthcoming as well!  I used a disposable camera because I could not find our digital.  Now I just need to get them developed on to a disc.  hehehehe  never a dull moment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-3303702274810714016?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/3303702274810714016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=3303702274810714016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/3303702274810714016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/3303702274810714016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-did-it-lily-has-successfully.html' title=''/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-6017691388391486275</id><published>2008-07-31T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:07:28.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily Picadilly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SJJTvK-vqCI/AAAAAAAAABc/J-NOU99WS-0/s1600-h/100_0585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229334187197048866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SJJTvK-vqCI/AAAAAAAAABc/J-NOU99WS-0/s320/100_0585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we survived Lily's last test prior to Kindergarten! We met her teacher, Mrs Thacker, and saw her classroom and where she will line up each day. All very exciting (and a smidge heartbreaking). As for her testing, Lily proved she could write her name, count to 30, add and subtract simple numbers below 10 (in the form of word problems no less!). She even recognized all the letters of the alphabet, and wrote the numbers 1-10 (with a small bit of assistance from copying off the number posters). I am SO proud of her!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The word problems shocked me the most. I didn't know she could do it, but she told me later that her daddy has been teaching her math. GO DADDY!! Her teacher said to her "there are 4 ducks in a pond and 2 ducks come join them. How many ducks are there?" Lily correctly answered 6 without hesitation. Next "I have 5 bouncy balls all bouncing on the sidewalk, and 3 bounce away. How many bouncy balls are there?" And once again, Lily correctly answered 2 balls. Her teacher then used 4 round chips and 'hid' some of them in her other hand. Each time, Lily was able to look at her hands and determine correctly just how many the teacher was hiding. It was awesome!! We also have her first homework assignment! Lily gets to decorate a poster that we brought home from school. It has questions on it and places to put pictures and things like that. It is really going to be neat. I just need to get the pics developed from walmart that we want to use. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, it was a good day at Kindergarten for Mom and Lily alike. Still hard for me, but it feels better knowing how her day will go, and where she will be etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-6017691388391486275?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/6017691388391486275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=6017691388391486275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/6017691388391486275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/6017691388391486275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/07/lily-picadilly.html' title='Lily Picadilly'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SJJTvK-vqCI/AAAAAAAAABc/J-NOU99WS-0/s72-c/100_0585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-6263296562283824850</id><published>2008-07-29T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T09:00:12.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Girl!!</title><content type='html'>Lily is entering Kindergarten Aug 4!  She is ready, her mom is not!  What's a mother to do???  Some days I feel like crying, some days I feel like celebrating, and some days I just sit and think on it, and realize that here goes my little girl for the next 12 years or more!  Today I am taking her to her new school for her last Kindergarten pre-assessment....hope she does well!  She did really good on her last one, and is excited for this one.   The funny thing is, she asked her daddy if we could take her to Gavin's dish of Ice cream (Leatherby's) for her doing good on her test.  Smart girl!  I guess she heard daddy telling me that he would take me out to ice cream for doing well in my own schooling!  Despite my nerves about her going to school, I think we are all ready.....we have the backpack, pencil box, pencils, crayons, and glue sticks.  Half of that will most likely not be needed or used, but it is still fun to get it for her; helps her feel like a big girl on her way to school.  Well, as much as I worry, I know she will do well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-6263296562283824850?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/6263296562283824850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=6263296562283824850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/6263296562283824850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/6263296562283824850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/07/kindergarten-girl.html' title='Kindergarten Girl!!'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-5527198090469442514</id><published>2008-07-23T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:57:11.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New background!!</title><content type='html'>Thanks a million to Jen, Jake's sister for our amazing background!  Love the colors....very classy!!&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love Jen!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-5527198090469442514?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/5527198090469442514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=5527198090469442514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/5527198090469442514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/5527198090469442514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-background.html' title='New background!!'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-715414368987678204</id><published>2008-07-16T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T06:11:38.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily Ballerina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=66d2f5f2408902bf485799" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=66d2f5f2408902bf485799&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=66d2f5f2408902bf485799&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/66d2f5f2408902bf485799/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt3" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make video montages at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here she is! (slideshow to come asap) Our little ballerina. Lily had the opportunity to take a 6 week ballet course through Community Ed. She loved it! And the nice thing is, she didn't chicken out at performance time. I think it helped that the performance was in the same room as her practices....no new scenery. The only bummer about it all is the stained leotard. She decided to wear her ballet clothes out to the garage to see daddy, and we didn't know it til she had the grease and oil, and who knows what else on her hands, then her clothing. Oh well. Good memories were still made!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2512166049486906979-715414368987678204?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/715414368987678204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=715414368987678204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/715414368987678204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/715414368987678204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/07/lily-ballerina.html' title='Lily Ballerina'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-6416531294589373378</id><published>2008-07-14T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:05:43.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SHv_nbR5qyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tyfadp2mUB0/s1600-h/100_0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223049245669042978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="171" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SHv_nbR5qyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tyfadp2mUB0/s200/100_0406.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quinn has learned a new word!! He raises a hand in the air and shouts 'I'!!! He also holds objects to the side of his head and says 'I'. Sometimes we can get the h sound on the front.....too cool!! He is still working on waiving, and not just putting his hand up. He can do a really good finger closing wave with his right hand, ask him to do it with his left, and he stares at his left hand while trying to do it, and you can see his right hand doing it still! How's that coordination coming kiddo??&lt;br /&gt;Now Quinn can say mama, daddy, lily, and hi. 'Mama' is really good, 'daddy' is good, 'lily' is still a yee-yeeeee, and 'hi' is just too stinkin cute. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-6416531294589373378?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/6416531294589373378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=6416531294589373378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/6416531294589373378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/6416531294589373378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/07/yay-for-baby.html' title='Yay for baby!!'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SHv_nbR5qyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tyfadp2mUB0/s72-c/100_0406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-8504292834909177598</id><published>2008-07-08T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:21:47.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night and Day its Cinderelly!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SHP2a9GRuRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jOvJOibRqJ0/s1600-h/cinderella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220787335990458642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SHP2a9GRuRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jOvJOibRqJ0/s320/cinderella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well!! If this just wasn't a kick in the pants funny moment! I woke up, and Lily demanded I get her breakfast, I told her to wait till I got out of the shower, and I would get her something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Once I got out of the shower, I went downstairs to get dressed, and a few minutes later Lily came stomping down to my room and said "MOM!!! You STILL haven't gotten me my breakfast! And I want it! I told you. I am hungry!" I was shocked. At a complete loss for words, I said "Lily, you are rude. I will not talk to you right now. You go upstairs, and when I am done dressing, I will be up." She stomped off.&lt;br /&gt;When I got upstairs, I proceeded to tell her that she was extremely rude to me, and that it was not nice at all of her to talk to me like that. I said I would get her breakfast, and she was mean about it. By now she had tears, and whispered she was sorry to me. I asked her "What do you think you make me feel like when you treat me like that?" With more tears, her quiet reply was "Like Cinderella". What's a mom to do now? I realized then that she realized that she was behaving like a wicked stepsister. Not quite the answer I expected, but one that will do just fine! She apologized again, and we hugged, and made breakfast together! What a way to start the day! Love you Lily!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-8504292834909177598?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/8504292834909177598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=8504292834909177598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/8504292834909177598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/8504292834909177598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/07/night-and-day-its-cinderelly.html' title='Night and Day its Cinderelly!!'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SHP2a9GRuRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jOvJOibRqJ0/s72-c/cinderella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-7841798074598212526</id><published>2008-07-04T19:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T19:51:02.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hollywood'/><title type='text'>look out hollywood stars!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SG7hBA57dBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GrNmr5ogCzU/s1600-h/Photo-0005%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219356425708074002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SG7hBA57dBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GrNmr5ogCzU/s320/Photo-0005%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SO!!  There we were in the dollar store the other day, and I saw these HUGE sunglasses...the kind that reminded me of the shades worn by Hollywood stars trying to hide their faces...expect these were purple and yellow!  Awesome!  So I put them on Quinn, and the silly boy smiled and laughed and thought it was the greatest thing in the world!  Of course then big sister lily and cousins kim and shay had to have their turn with stardome as well.  And this is how it turned out......what do you think?  Stars in the making??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-7841798074598212526?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/7841798074598212526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=7841798074598212526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/7841798074598212526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/7841798074598212526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/07/look-out-hollywood-stars.html' title='look out hollywood stars!!!'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SG7hBA57dBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GrNmr5ogCzU/s72-c/Photo-0005%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512166049486906979.post-1068785514652501194</id><published>2008-06-26T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:50:15.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About us'/><title type='text'>All about the Gold Rush</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!!  We thought it would be fun to join the wonderful world of blogging....so here we are!&lt;br /&gt;Just a bit about our family......Jake (fearless daddy), Shellie (mom), Lily(best 5 year old in the world), Quinton (mommy's lil guy). &lt;br /&gt;Jake and Shellie have been married for 7 years.  Tough at times, but 7 years that neither of us would ever trade.  True, we've had our ups and downs.  But then again, the best roller coasters in the world are the ones with tons of ups and downs.  More to learn, and more to love.  Keep the adventures coming!&lt;br /&gt;Lily was born March 17, 2003, and will start Kindergarten this year.  Little brother Quinn was born a few years later on June 4, 2007, and he shares his bday with Dorothy Fast (Granny), one of the most amazing women who ever lived. &lt;br /&gt;These are just a few quick facts about our family.  More to come later, including why we chose the family name Gold Rush.&lt;br /&gt;(dun, dun, duunnnnn!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512166049486906979-1068785514652501194?l=goldrush4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/feeds/1068785514652501194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512166049486906979&amp;postID=1068785514652501194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/1068785514652501194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512166049486906979/posts/default/1068785514652501194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldrush4.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-about-gold-rush.html' title='All about the Gold Rush'/><author><name>Gold Rush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02405747991199389601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQz1o_tB0-M/SNE_0cmUIkI/AAAAAAAAACg/4zOIbbZ8xoo/S220/Gold.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
