tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14658897240306234112024-03-13T04:27:52.843-07:00The Crawford CrewCrawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-62881463913833768922010-12-13T20:23:00.000-08:002010-12-13T20:32:08.032-08:00Darth Vader Genealogy<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/TQbyCLTb0yI/AAAAAAAAAdU/_NHGFmvuQbA/s1600/Lego%2BDarth%2BVader.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550389709988680482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/TQbyCLTb0yI/AAAAAAAAAdU/_NHGFmvuQbA/s320/Lego%2BDarth%2BVader.bmp" /></a><br /><div></div>Jon, this post is for you.<br /><br />It will also be helpful to any of you who can trace their family genealogy back through Darth Vader (as many people do) and who seem to find nothing but dead ends upon arriving there.<br /><br />Our primary children sang "Christmas Bells" for the Ward Christmas Party last Friday evening. Here are the words:<br /><br /><em>Christmas bells are ringing.</em><br /><em>Hear what they say to you.</em><br /><em>Jesus was born,</em><br /><em>In Bethlehem.</em><br /><em>In Bethlehem.</em><br /><br />As we were driving around last night I heard Lucas singing in the backseat:<br /><br /><em>Christmas bells are ringing.</em><br /><em>Hear what they say to you.</em><br /><em>Darth Vader was born,</em><br /><em>In Bethlehem.</em><br /><em>In Bethlehem</em>.<br /><br />Who knew that Darth Vader was born in Bethlehem?<br /><br />I laughed uncontrollably for 5 minutes, knowing that when I was a boy I too would sing the primary songs and change the words to entertain myself and those around me. The one difference? I was 11! Lucas has figured this out at the age of 3. I'm a little afraid of what lies ahead for us, and yet, also excited to see what his little mind will create.<br /><br />Whatever it is, I'll be sure to keep you posted.Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-80598552303727014762010-10-27T10:07:00.000-07:002010-10-27T10:13:46.724-07:00Lucas Car Dancing<p>This was Lucas dancing in the car. He says he is practicing for a dance contest. No more Dancing with the Stars or So You Think You Can Dance. (Lucas thinks he can dance. He can, to bad it is like his mom.) </p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='303' height='223' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxgLyQq-5MpsvjaMJ5_v1TD6sbLVHpwgPub-ZtcWrMgIuaqCmMTd-GYTdpleQJiNbHGS0TteyODG1GCswAPMw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-1794656223997812010-10-26T09:20:00.000-07:002010-10-26T09:31:26.306-07:00<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwD7zvMzl3o5DAHNxtiZyK334eVh4yDstFhIMlS15U_KPn3Oxth01JCtLeylhm6eNEoY7tOD5hg2MgkmcAV-Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-78279563175095666262010-10-25T14:25:00.000-07:002010-10-25T15:20:43.755-07:00Thanks Grandma<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxDUPnjtU029O7z3zAfQoheVX_U1LyumC_lhKyqGwP2p6JgfAoZcIRk7jw4QuzC9ibiJR3qLn6sMmQgiDkz' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-55366292848583256432010-09-07T09:41:00.000-07:002010-09-07T09:47:23.145-07:001st Day of School<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/TIZsD6HRqeI/AAAAAAAAAdA/-uFcfH4d1x0/s1600/P9070036.1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514213608156932578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/TIZsD6HRqeI/AAAAAAAAAdA/-uFcfH4d1x0/s320/P9070036.1.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;">Lucas on his 1st day of preschool.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/TIZr1H41sVI/AAAAAAAAAc4/nS14XIu5XVA/s1600/P9030031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514213354156437842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/TIZr1H41sVI/AAAAAAAAAc4/nS14XIu5XVA/s320/P9030031.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#cc0000;">Austin on his first day of Kindergarten.</span><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-75964058115583404502010-08-11T15:14:00.000-07:002010-08-11T15:19:59.863-07:00Dallin dancing in the car enjoy.<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyA8hF10W_-Yh6kRw-_zEivp7YZEzHZoJJ4JYleerAD_VsqXP-nOd9CuQJoIks-Fzk-9J-NsXyJwj1bJgabUQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-83479265026404174082010-06-04T08:23:00.000-07:002010-06-04T09:04:24.200-07:00Preschool Graduation. Already?I can not believe Austin is finished with preschool and headed to Kindergarten! Where has the time gone. We have LOVED his preschool teacher. She is wonderful. She has done a great job helping get Austin prepared for kindergarten. The good news I guess is that Lucas gets to start preschool with Mrs. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rumel</span> in the fall.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/TAkfmXJRFlI/AAAAAAAAAco/kC6K76eXChs/s1600/P6020011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478945165581293138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/TAkfmXJRFlI/AAAAAAAAAco/kC6K76eXChs/s320/P6020011.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/TAkfl-iOy7I/AAAAAAAAAcg/47QJIKk9crA/s1600/P6020012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478945158975114162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/TAkfl-iOy7I/AAAAAAAAAcg/47QJIKk9crA/s320/P6020012.JPG" /></a><br />Here is a little clip from Austins graduation. Way to go Austin!! Now on to elementary graduation, middle school graduation, High school graduation, college graduation. One down 4 or 5 to go.<br /><div></div></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzLVoh2mR0h2v67VokkhKIL_ZOms7htQg-zR_KPEfuZ8L4jKBaoMLACzCc3duww5vXjy3z-msPFO-IDlyg5xg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-63347403649762829132010-04-15T08:33:00.000-07:002010-04-15T09:08:57.290-07:00T-Ball Time<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/S8c6CAdIdmI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/vVo_ViL80LE/s1600/P4100081.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460396879366354530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/S8c6CAdIdmI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/vVo_ViL80LE/s320/P4100081.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/S8c531T4z2I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tlVC3LcwEuM/s1600/P4100083.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460396704576098146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/S8c531T4z2I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tlVC3LcwEuM/s320/P4100083.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/S8c2hTbhCAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/-nJk9ed45C0/s1600/P4120005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460393018989283330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/S8c2hTbhCAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/-nJk9ed45C0/s320/P4120005.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/S8c0aCefOaI/AAAAAAAAAb4/RvN59A13omk/s1600/P4120008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460390695156005282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/S8c0aCefOaI/AAAAAAAAAb4/RvN59A13omk/s320/P4120008.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/S8c0S27o6II/AAAAAAAAAbw/ar6tpGUx5K4/s1600/P4120009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460390571797964930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/S8c0S27o6II/AAAAAAAAAbw/ar6tpGUx5K4/s320/P4120009.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/S8czjmCmrqI/AAAAAAAAAbg/AmeCjrVh7V8/s1600/P4100081.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-65382940349529548352010-03-03T08:27:00.000-08:002010-03-03T08:32:16.403-08:00Tasty ToesDallin enjoys a good toe now and then.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzMwA0zhSXj3lmUp9Vvhsq9FhDZMBxPAbcEyeFiuUB4YrFWB_Dh9RD6jXa3VcBgPQsZdlK0j8fSRhj4w1YS2Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-7278851773163570742010-03-01T14:48:00.000-08:002010-03-01T15:05:10.470-08:00Things I Let My Kids DoI really needed to mop the dinning room floor and the boys wanted to help. This is what we ended up with.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwEkaUmPQMvHE-ihoxewDWTvQKm8m8TMYgtr1eUX_z2LV7m0qWyKSzvC3hWd2Fys6EPBcahITvh41wumc5V2g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzxXuP10-gFuL2dG-YJ4r0sODlJlYYHiHopzM1u03XGw8NM2bkKkKG6vDBbjl8HwI9-1E85--MYB2hLObDwYA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyteyUMVLi1_wT7CPTWJQ-tQLEv6zNiU65HwIQ_XVt-kK7FuXNNryZm-E6D_8Cw2o-p_aHvv1KlzlYWNPDrQw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-71181306584773165852009-12-07T12:48:00.000-08:002009-12-07T12:58:18.639-08:00Watch out CarrieAustin and Lucas love this song. They crack me up when they sing it. I hope it does the same to you. Enjoy!!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx2CRnjeWb73wseOCmtrw2bfM1oGVLgyzM_dDnmtBaBvpEhpuuWsHtk2pg-KtCE6opK7mNjxpDloL6cVebNGw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyVZlTYLM6hF_wFawMMZp-56xUGk5_7BBwxh1BpLqwaaEqQ5yAPxt8-zfj7XwTvY4OEkpaupbqopaAugjhYmQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-88576991433476167532009-12-06T21:21:00.000-08:002009-12-06T22:18:25.275-08:00Lucas' Birthday. 3 really, already?<div align="center">Jason's parents were at our house this weekend for Dallin's blessing so we decided to celebrate Lucas' birthday a little early so they could be here. This is his special cake from my uncle. Lucas loves Spiderman. Can ya tell?</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SxySlT2btmI/AAAAAAAAAbY/tgbIipqf958/s1600-h/2009+lucas+b-day+cake.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412362021873890914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SxySlT2btmI/AAAAAAAAAbY/tgbIipqf958/s320/2009+lucas+b-day+cake.JPG" /></a> This is the action shot. There was only a little bit of spit on the cake.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SxySUuJKJPI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/pbI26EuDXBU/s1600-h/2009-+Lucas+b-day+2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412361736873977074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SxySUuJKJPI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/pbI26EuDXBU/s320/2009-+Lucas+b-day+2.JPG" /></a> I totally love watching my kids get truly excited. Being a mom is great. I can't wait until Christmas.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SxySFZVpQXI/AAAAAAAAAbI/rj_0jn3qMA8/s1600-h/2009-Lucas+b-day+1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412361473591165298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SxySFZVpQXI/AAAAAAAAAbI/rj_0jn3qMA8/s320/2009-Lucas+b-day+1.JPG" /></a> So I have a funny story about Luke. About a week ago we were sitting in our basement hanging out, when Luke started to pull his pants down. So I asked if he needed to go to the bathroom. He said emphatically, "NO". I was telling him to pull up his pants and trying to explain that we don't just go around pulling our pants down. By this point he was bent over grabbing his bum. He looked like Jim Carrey in Ace Ventura. Jason and I were trying not to laugh. I asked him what he was doing. He said "I am looking for my dice" Why was he looking in his pants you may ask? Well he loves pockets. And he loves filling his pockets. But he was wearing sweats, and his sweats don't have pockets so he put it inside his pants. When he went to get it, it was gone, but where could it be? So he started looking. Jason was able to show him that it had fallen down by his feet where the elastic trapped it. We had a good laugh. </div>Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-69812880777248988452009-12-06T20:57:00.000-08:002009-12-06T22:10:03.656-08:00Dallin's Blessing<div align="center">Dallin's Blessing was today. He is such a good baby. There was no crying and a couple of people even said they saw him smile when Jason held him up to "show" him off to the ward members.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SxyOTnTw7PI/AAAAAAAAAbA/EV0Ff_LChhs/s1600-h/2009-Dallin+Blessing+2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412357319813033202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SxyOTnTw7PI/AAAAAAAAAbA/EV0Ff_LChhs/s320/2009-Dallin+Blessing+2.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Austin is a very proud big brother.<br /></div><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SxyNu6oUNaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/IivhKHBpLB8/s1600-h/2009-Dallin+blessing+with+austin.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412356689344345506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SxyNu6oUNaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/IivhKHBpLB8/s320/2009-Dallin+blessing+with+austin.JPG" /></a>The blanket that Dallin is on is his great grandma's. She used it in the blessing of all of her children, they have used it with most of her grandchildren's blessings, and so far it has been used by all of her great grandchildren.<br /><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SxyNArxoC3I/AAAAAAAAAaw/THH2xb2Eekg/s1600-h/2009-Dallin+blessing+1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412355895082879858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SxyNArxoC3I/AAAAAAAAAaw/THH2xb2Eekg/s320/2009-Dallin+blessing+1.JPG" /></a> </div>Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-88051531496139011152009-11-14T20:50:00.000-08:002009-11-23T09:34:44.190-08:00Final Soccer Game<div align="center">After a shaky start, Coach Crawford and the Earthquakes got on a roll. They finished the season 7-2 (though no one was keeping score, right? <span style="color:#ff0000;">I was! We outscored opponents 51-8</span>).</div><br /><div align="center">Here is Coach Crawford giving his team their last pregame pep-talk. This is what he told them: </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404190390794728178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Sv-Khx3mMvI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ERYF-8GiHQM/s320/2009-+soccer.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">"This is our last game of the season. Can't hold anything back."</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I will say that for a group of 3 and 4 year-olds they did very well. Some of the other teams were all over the place. We watched other teams lay on the ground, play tag, and even run off the field.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#000000;">After the game we had a team pizza party. What a cute team!</span> (Cute? What's up w/ that? No one wants to be known as the "cute" team. We were 7-2, how bout fierce or indomitable? Honestly, cute? C'mon!)<br /></span><br /></div><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Sv-KLD4yqOI/AAAAAAAAAZY/iDdASWaSrpo/s1600-h/2009+soccer+team.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404190000494586082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Sv-KLD4yqOI/AAAAAAAAAZY/iDdASWaSrpo/s320/2009+soccer+team.JPG" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="center">Coach Crawford giving his end of the season talk.<br /><br /></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Sv-J4oNwzkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_jNcOwr_kdc/s1600-h/2009+soccer,+team+party.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404189683828706882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Sv-J4oNwzkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_jNcOwr_kdc/s320/2009+soccer,+team+party.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Here He is passing out the trophies.<br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Sv-Jp_lwyoI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ND_jDigsRoQ/s1600-h/2009-soccer+team+party+austin.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404189432405346946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Sv-Jp_lwyoI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ND_jDigsRoQ/s320/2009-soccer+team+party+austin.JPG" border="0" /></a> It was a lot of fun to watch Austin play soccer. I love being a "soccer"mom. It was also a lot of fun watching Jason coach. He definitely grew more comfortable in that role as the season went on. He was a trooper, this was a job that I volunteered him for. If he hadn't done it none of these kids would have had the opportunity to play. Not only did he do it, but he did a great job. He did so awesome that the other parents nominated him to be the T-ball coach. Or maybe none of them wanted to coach T-ball. I am going to go with the good job theory.Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-87950354058503948352009-11-14T20:39:00.000-08:002009-11-16T09:01:18.370-08:00Good Example<div align="center">Thank you Jason for being a good example to our boys!!</div><div align="center">I am very grateful to be married to someone that can show my boys what it means to be a good man and husband.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Sv-HHnzPzKI/AAAAAAAAAY4/yT-2dgM7Ejk/s1600-h/2009-boys+dishes+3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404186642880646306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Sv-HHnzPzKI/AAAAAAAAAY4/yT-2dgM7Ejk/s320/2009-boys+dishes+3.JPG" border="0" /></a> They are so cute!!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Sv-Gpz0UDPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qqkm4K7JyMs/s1600-h/2009-boys+dishes1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404186130710269170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Sv-Gpz0UDPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qqkm4K7JyMs/s320/2009-boys+dishes1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Good job dad!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Sv-GinsPoLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pbvjjU_p5cM/s1600-h/2009-boys+dishes+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404186007196115122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Sv-GinsPoLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pbvjjU_p5cM/s320/2009-boys+dishes+2.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-8049777089010782722009-11-14T19:48:00.000-08:002009-11-16T09:00:12.947-08:00Fort Friday<div align="center">On Friday it was raining. Image that! Rain in Washington! So the boys and I decided to make a Fort and we called it our Friday Fort. It was great, it kept the boys entertained all day!</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Sv-AW9-29SI/AAAAAAAAAYY/DwHUtr5k6JQ/s1600-h/2009-fort+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404179209951573282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Sv-AW9-29SI/AAAAAAAAAYY/DwHUtr5k6JQ/s320/2009-fort+2.JPG" border="0" /></a> The Fort went from one end of our house to the other. There were different rooms. They even ate their lunch in there. They had a ball.<br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Sv9_mDAtiPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/z0SNlzxyWuk/s1600-h/2009-+fort+Lucas.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404178369487931634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Sv9_mDAtiPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/z0SNlzxyWuk/s320/2009-+fort+Lucas.JPG" border="0" /></a> Lucas in his "Science" room. He is my boy that likes to figure things out. He wants to know how everything works. He has a great imagination.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Sv9_MzyGLDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/HUuLOdewESU/s1600-h/2009-+fort+austin.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404177935903370290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Sv9_MzyGLDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/HUuLOdewESU/s320/2009-+fort+austin.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Austin is my little ring leader. He can get Lucas to do anything.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Sv9_Am1YtPI/AAAAAAAAAYA/bx1cTadWVWc/s1600-h/2009-+fort.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404177726269076722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Sv9_Am1YtPI/AAAAAAAAAYA/bx1cTadWVWc/s320/2009-+fort.JPG" border="0" /></a>I LOVE it when the play together, it is so much fun to hear them make each other laugh!<br /><br /></div></div>Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-16113726817081725942009-11-03T11:19:00.000-08:002009-11-03T12:15:06.228-08:00Happy 5th Birthday Austin<div align="center">I cannot believe that Austin is 5. We have had SO much fun having him in our family. Austin is such a good big brother, and a wonderful helper.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SvCD8keK95I/AAAAAAAAAX4/--LD9rlH6mE/s1600-h/2009+austin+b-day+ball+game.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399961029822838674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SvCD8keK95I/AAAAAAAAAX4/--LD9rlH6mE/s320/2009+austin+b-day+ball+game.JPG" border="0" /></a> For Austin's Birthday he wanted to go to Chuck E. Cheese. He actually wanted to go there last year but it was way too crazy to go in (lesson learned - avoid weekends there). He was a good sport last year and we did Glow Golf instead. The day before his birthday this year he asked if he was going to get to go to Chuck E. Cheese. I told him I was not sure. He went off on how he didn't get to go when he was 4 and now I wasn't going to let him go when he was 5 either. He reminded me that he had been asking for a year to go to Chuck E. Cheese, which he had, but with the craziness of having a baby 2 weeks ago I was not as prepared as I should have been - totally forgot about Chuck E.) I talked to Jason and we decided we should at least make the effort to go. It worked out and the whole family had a great time.</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SvCDlkc5HNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/2175lceI52A/s1600-h/2009+austin+b-day,+airhockey.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399960634680483026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SvCDlkc5HNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/2175lceI52A/s320/2009+austin+b-day,+airhockey.JPG" border="0" /></a>Austin had fun beating Jason at air hockey.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SvCDWiX40nI/AAAAAAAAAXo/FsITEzZ0Qfc/s1600-h/2009+Austin%27s+b-day+cake+batman.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399960376424583794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SvCDWiX40nI/AAAAAAAAAXo/FsITEzZ0Qfc/s320/2009+Austin%27s+b-day+cake+batman.JPG" border="0" /></a>My uncle made this awesome Batman cake.<br />Thanks Dale and Michael!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SvCDImgukHI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_mC7GiDiGgw/s1600-h/2009+austin+birthday+blowing+out+candles.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399960137017233522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SvCDImgukHI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_mC7GiDiGgw/s320/2009+austin+birthday+blowing+out+candles.JPG" border="0" /></a>I hope his wish comes true. He will not tell me what it was (because then it won't come true), but he assures me it was a good one.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SvCCzneh3nI/AAAAAAAAAXY/d2l9giuzRQg/s1600-h/2009+austin+birthday+gifts.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399959776499195506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/SvCCzneh3nI/AAAAAAAAAXY/d2l9giuzRQg/s320/2009+austin+birthday+gifts.JPG" border="0" /></a>Austin could hardly wait to get to his gifts. He had a great birthday.<br />We love you Austin!!!<br />Happy Birthday.<br /><br /></div>Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-36512088479314503422009-11-01T10:45:00.000-08:002009-11-02T09:28:14.380-08:00Happy Halloween<div align="center">We had a great Halloween! We were lucky enough to be able to spend this Halloween with some family who visited us from Utah. Grandma Joyce and Grandma and Grandpa Ouzts came to see Dallin and help me adjust to having 3 boys.</div><div align="center">The first Halloween thing we did was carve pumpkins. Not just normal pumpkins, but huge pumpkins, that our friends Mike and Marjorie got for the boys from the local pumpkin patch. Thanks M&M!</div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3k97HWlsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/tqWSvok7wd0/s1600-h/2009+luke,+pumpkin+carving2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399223280778778306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3k97HWlsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/tqWSvok7wd0/s320/2009+luke,+pumpkin+carving2.JPG" border="0" /></a>Luke was having too much fun stabbing his pumpkin. Poor pumpkin.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3kV-pd-0I/AAAAAAAAAXI/uSSdhAd5NEs/s1600-h/2009+austin,+grandpa+ouzts+pump-craving.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399222594532408130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3kV-pd-0I/AAAAAAAAAXI/uSSdhAd5NEs/s320/2009+austin,+grandpa+ouzts+pump-craving.JPG" border="0" /></a>Even Grandpa Ouzts got in on the fun. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3j68trWsI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Sh5MEzF_Obk/s1600-h/2009+austin,+grandma+pump+carving.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399222130156722882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3j68trWsI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Sh5MEzF_Obk/s320/2009+austin,+grandma+pump+carving.JPG" border="0" /></a>Austin picked Grandma Joyce to help him with his pumpkin. Who needs mom when grandma is around?<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3jnAJ-UuI/AAAAAAAAAW4/g1oG_B4u238/s1600-h/2009+boys+and+grandma+w-pumpkins.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399221787483329250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3jnAJ-UuI/AAAAAAAAAW4/g1oG_B4u238/s320/2009+boys+and+grandma+w-pumpkins.JPG" border="0" /></a> Austin, Grandma Joyce, and Lucas with their Jack-o-lanterns.</div><div>Good job guys!</div><div></div><div>The next fun project we got to do with grandma was paint ceramic pumpkins. These ones we can keep and use every year to remember our fun Halloween with grandma.<br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3jEUV29dI/AAAAAAAAAWw/nnNX2ceq0tA/s1600-h/2009+luke,+grandma+painting+1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399221191606466002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3jEUV29dI/AAAAAAAAAWw/nnNX2ceq0tA/s320/2009+luke,+grandma+painting+1.JPG" border="0" /></a>Lucas decided it was more fun to paint grandma's hand. Grandma was a good sport and played along.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3iwS4zy2I/AAAAAAAAAWo/RbgvQpthrk8/s1600-h/2009+luke,+grandma+painting+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399220847618804578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3iwS4zy2I/AAAAAAAAAWo/RbgvQpthrk8/s320/2009+luke,+grandma+painting+2.JPG" border="0" /></a> Before long she was rubbing the pumpkin. This gives new meaning to hand painting! I was hoping for the pumpkin genie to pop out and grant me 3 wishes.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3iYkZ9dHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/qCzuG1zcnME/s1600-h/2009+halloween+self+painting.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399220440004392050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3iYkZ9dHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/qCzuG1zcnME/s320/2009+halloween+self+painting.JPG" border="0" /></a>Before long, painting grandma's hand turned into painting themselves.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3h_PxydoI/AAAAAAAAAWY/v0rUMjsJ2sk/s1600-h/2009+austin+halloween+belly.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399220004970460802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3h_PxydoI/AAAAAAAAAWY/v0rUMjsJ2sk/s320/2009+austin+halloween+belly.JPG" border="0" /></a>Austin had like 5 layers of paint. It was flaking off. Good Halloween look.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3haird2jI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Upq4XaR4HnQ/s1600-h/2009+luke+pumpkin+belly.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399219374389058098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3haird2jI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Upq4XaR4HnQ/s320/2009+luke+pumpkin+belly.JPG" border="0" /></a> Lucas got a little help with his pumpkin belly. He had to get a picture with a ceramic tiger he painted.<br />And of course there were costumes and Trick-or-Treating.<br /></div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3hRtlDX4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/WYRNlyr5VXI/s1600-h/2009+dallin+halloween.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399219222696124290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3hRtlDX4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/WYRNlyr5VXI/s320/2009+dallin+halloween.JPG" border="0" /></a>Here is Dallin and his 1st Halloween costume. His shirt says "I love my mummy" Thanks to his cousin Allison for the shirt.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3gA31t4mI/AAAAAAAAAWA/mK2h9q2Zo-Y/s1600-h/2009+3+boys+halloween.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399217833880969826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3gA31t4mI/AAAAAAAAAWA/mK2h9q2Zo-Y/s320/2009+3+boys+halloween.JPG" border="0" /></a>Austin , Dallin, and Lucas.</div><div>AKA: Ben 10, Mummy lover, and Buzz Lightyear.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3fu4XsyaI/AAAAAAAAAV4/mAvCGY2U8Os/s1600-h/2009+austin+and+luke+halloween.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399217524785858978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3fu4XsyaI/AAAAAAAAAV4/mAvCGY2U8Os/s320/2009+austin+and+luke+halloween.JPG" border="0" /></a>Man they are cute, if I do say so myself.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3fXSWRpeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ZmWLPL5p4sM/s1600-h/2009+Luke+Halloween.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399217119442347490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3fXSWRpeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ZmWLPL5p4sM/s320/2009+Luke+Halloween.JPG" border="0" /></a> Buzz is soo ready to go trick-or-treating.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3er2LmxaI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Es8h-B9Fpp8/s1600-h/2009+ready+to+trick+or+treat.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399216373147026850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Su3er2LmxaI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Es8h-B9Fpp8/s320/2009+ready+to+trick+or+treat.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>Peter (our neighbor) Austin, and Lucas.</div><div>Off to get all the candy they can carry, and a little more in Buzz's case. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-14147788650504409582009-10-20T15:27:00.001-07:002009-10-21T15:40:09.564-07:00Dallin Todd Crawford is here!!<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/St5Jry7sKWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/HszGpUCNElM/s1600-h/2009+dad+and+dallin.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394830420391766370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/St5Jry7sKWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/HszGpUCNElM/s320/2009+dad+and+dallin.JPG" /></a> Jason checking out his new little boy.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/St5JUbGKJ6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4CftqHpYnEU/s1600-h/2009+dallin+3.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394830018856232866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/St5JUbGKJ6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4CftqHpYnEU/s320/2009+dallin+3.JPG" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dallin</span> Todd Crawford<br />10-19-09<br />7lb 3oz<br />20 inches<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/St5I_gunIcI/AAAAAAAAAVI/sDldAXspRs4/s1600-h/2009+dallin+2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394829659590828482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/St5I_gunIcI/AAAAAAAAAVI/sDldAXspRs4/s320/2009+dallin+2.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/St48SzEk3_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/6JbnXtH_XKs/s1600-h/2009+dr+wiseman.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394815697281146866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/St48SzEk3_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/6JbnXtH_XKs/s320/2009+dr+wiseman.JPG" /></a>This is Dr. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wiseman</span>. She is the boys Dr. and she is great! Austin and Luke had to watch and of course ask a ton of questions. We love Dr. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wiseman</span>!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/St479XNtRSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/s530H3URk7g/s1600-h/2009+mom+and+her+3+boys.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394815329026000162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/St479XNtRSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/s530H3URk7g/s320/2009+mom+and+her+3+boys.JPG" /></a> Me and my 3, yes count them 3, boys.<br />I love how excited Austin and Luke were to see <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dallin</span>. They cannot stop telling <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dallin</span> how cute he is and how much they love him.<br />They are great big brothers!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/St47IpxL4jI/AAAAAAAAAUw/6Mo2fiovS08/s1600-h/2009+luke+dad+and+dallin.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394814423473578546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/St47IpxL4jI/AAAAAAAAAUw/6Mo2fiovS08/s320/2009+luke+dad+and+dallin.JPG" /></a> Luke wanted to hold his baby brother. Thanks for the help Dad.<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394814003096243394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/St46wLvazMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/kawGAS0VSDY/s320/2009+austin+holding+dallins+hand.JPG" /><br />Austin is such a big boy, he made sure that he washed his hands, so he could hold <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dallin's</span> hand. He is so proud of his little brother.<br /><div><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-22974984050339636112009-10-16T19:49:00.001-07:002009-10-21T15:41:32.095-07:00Utah Trip<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Stk0xFfO-6I/AAAAAAAAAUY/1AXHtZALSY4/s1600-h/2009-+grandma+joyce+pool+3+boys.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393400046644296610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Stk0xFfO-6I/AAAAAAAAAUY/1AXHtZALSY4/s320/2009-+grandma+joyce+pool+3+boys.JPG" /></a> The boys look forward to going to grandma Joyce's because they get to play in her kiddie pool. Jason likes playing in the pool too, but I think he likes it because it is so much hotter in Utah. Or maybe it is because he is just a big kid.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/StkzxFb21PI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/48nISHQ6vkA/s1600-h/P6290416.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393398947118503154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/StkzxFb21PI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/48nISHQ6vkA/s320/P6290416.JPG" /></a> I love brother pictures, aren't they cute?<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Stkzf0uS05I/AAAAAAAAAUI/zvRVzkWjsDg/s1600-h/2009-+temple+open+house+my+3++boy.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393398650574656402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Stkzf0uS05I/AAAAAAAAAUI/zvRVzkWjsDg/s320/2009-+temple+open+house+my+3++boy.JPG" /></a> We were able to go to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Oquirrh</span> Mt. Temple open house while we were in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Utah.</span> It was beautiful.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Stky6SxVt3I/AAAAAAAAAUA/OcC1ITVGSW0/s1600-h/2009-+family+reunion,+Luke+sailboat.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393398005805463410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Stky6SxVt3I/AAAAAAAAAUA/OcC1ITVGSW0/s320/2009-+family+reunion,+Luke+sailboat.JPG" /></a> We went to Utah for a big family reunion. One day we went to the lake. Luke was the only one willing to go on the sailboat with me. Thanks to my uncle Phillip we were able to have a fun little ride.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/StkyLvDzNMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/C2uovVNFY_4/s1600-h/2009-+family+reunion,+austin+%40+lake.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393397205945234626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/StkyLvDzNMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/C2uovVNFY_4/s320/2009-+family+reunion,+austin+%40+lake.JPG" /></a><br />One of my uncles had a really fun water toy. Austin had a ball playing on this with his cousins.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Stkxsi5wExI/AAAAAAAAATw/cpFSscSuhKo/s1600-h/2009-+family+reunion+fam+pic+1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393396670105916178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Stkxsi5wExI/AAAAAAAAATw/cpFSscSuhKo/s320/2009-+family+reunion+fam+pic+1.JPG" /></a> Another day of the reunion was spent at the church. We had a bunch of family pictures taken. This one is with my grandparents and my mom's kids and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">grandkids</span>. There is starting to be a pretty big group of us.<br /></div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/StkxMusTqEI/AAAAAAAAATo/cAi9rbajDAs/s1600-h/2009-+family+reunion,+Luke.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393396123514939458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/StkxMusTqEI/AAAAAAAAATo/cAi9rbajDAs/s320/2009-+family+reunion,+Luke.JPG" /></a><br />We had fun visiting and playing games. Jason and I even won the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Newlyw</span>ed game. We had a great time at the reunion. It was so much fun to see our family.<br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-61085292426797902912009-10-16T19:34:00.000-07:002009-10-21T15:43:32.623-07:00Summer fun<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/StkvRhaSFuI/AAAAAAAAATg/YWmVUNA7Qeg/s1600-h/2009-Austin+Slip%27n+slide.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393394006825768674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/StkvRhaSFuI/AAAAAAAAATg/YWmVUNA7Qeg/s320/2009-Austin+Slip%27n+slide.JPG" /></a> We got together with some of Jason's mission friends and all of our kids had a blast on the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">slip'n</span> slide. Watch out here comes Austin.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Stku4vxmHbI/AAAAAAAAATY/hmceQ_rm90Y/s1600-h/2009-+luke+googles.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393393581184916914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Stku4vxmHbI/AAAAAAAAATY/hmceQ_rm90Y/s320/2009-+luke+googles.JPG" /></a>I love this picture of Lucas.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Stkunh-n1bI/AAAAAAAAATQ/B-ipcYl9RVs/s1600-h/2009-boys+tiger.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393393285423682994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/Stkunh-n1bI/AAAAAAAAATQ/B-ipcYl9RVs/s320/2009-boys+tiger.JPG" /></a>We went to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hogle</span> Zoo. We love going to the zoo.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/StkuIhttzVI/AAAAAAAAATI/HjBq1Mr0Qkg/s1600-h/2009-+Luke+Zoo.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393392752776826194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/StkuIhttzVI/AAAAAAAAATI/HjBq1Mr0Qkg/s320/2009-+Luke+Zoo.JPG" /></a><br /></div>Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-5971697810065690552009-10-16T16:30:00.001-07:002009-10-21T15:45:37.243-07:00Swimming Lessons<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393345882076856178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/StkDgSwBv3I/AAAAAAAAASw/5_MSXFG_SFk/s320/2009-swim+less+1.JPG" /> Austin <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">waiting</span> to start swimming lesson.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393351899990722962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/StkI-lOgCZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Ms6ePnIpG3U/s320/2009-swim+lesson+2.JPG" /> Austin waiting with his classmates for their turn.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393352805287471378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/StkJzRuEKRI/AAAAAAAAATA/yU24gRlCIgE/s320/2009-+swim+underwater.JPG" /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><p align="center">He loved swimming lessons. By the end he was swimming underwater. </p><p align="center">Way to go buddy!!</p></div>Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-45259602278205501692009-08-20T15:12:00.000-07:002009-08-20T15:33:56.122-07:00Kenny Chesney – Sun City Carnival Tour 2009<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/So3KjgogvzI/AAAAAAAAARo/k4APaY03pJY/s1600-h/Sun+City+Carnival+Tour+2009-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372172641926954802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/So3KjgogvzI/AAAAAAAAARo/k4APaY03pJY/s320/Sun+City+Carnival+Tour+2009-2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/So3KfHwqo3I/AAAAAAAAARg/tMp1u-iy1xk/s1600-h/Sun+City+Carnival+Tour+2009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372172566530794354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/So3KfHwqo3I/AAAAAAAAARg/tMp1u-iy1xk/s320/Sun+City+Carnival+Tour+2009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>Sorry, I’m bored and long-winded. Not a good combination for blog readers. Let me know if anyone actually reads this whole thing. I don’t think anyone will get as much enjoyment out of reading this as I got from writing it. I’ve thrown in a few pictures (snagged from a random blog I found) just to break up the monotony.</div><div><br />It’s been almost 3 weeks since the concert and still no sign of any blog from Angie on the event, I figure I’ll take it upon myself to finally post about it. Y’all feel free to give her a bad time about it. Especially, now that I’ve succumbed and joined the Facebook world, much to my displeasure I might add, I think it’s time for her to take on some blogging duties. Fair’s fair right?</div><div><br />It was a cold and wintry day in March, when tickets went on sale for the hottest summer concert to hit Seattle this year. I had previously spoken with my mom to make sure she could come up and watch the boys the night of the concert. Not too big a deal since she’s a teacher and would be off all summer. She happily agreed, so I confidently went online and purchased the tickets. I placed them in a sealed envelope, wrote “Do not open until July 31st” on the front, took it home and taped it to our bedroom door. This accomplished the desired response from Angie. She’s horrible when it comes to leaving presents alone and/or hiding things away for future dates. As expected she was equal parts excited, furious, and curious all at the same time. You should have seen her; she absolutely didn’t know what to do with herself. She complained to all of her friends and family telling them what I’d done, and soliciting from them any details she might be able to get them to give up. Problem is, none of them had any clue what I was up to. The only person who knew anything was my mom, and, bless her heart, she forgot as soon as I told her what we were doing, when she heard we were leaving her 2 grandsons with her for most of the day. It was perfect. I was the only one who knew what was inside and there was no way I was giving up this secret.</div><div><br />Time passed, and to help her forget about it, Angie took the envelope down and buried it in the sock drawer. We call it the sock drawer, but there are never any socks in it, thus I knew it would be perfectly safe because no one ever opens that drawer. I thought as time approached my plot would be foiled because of all the radio commercials and free giveaways, which is why I put the July 31st date on the envelope instead of the date of the event. It also helped that our anniversary is actually on the 3rd (I think?) so she was never really sure if this was for our anniversary, if it was on the 31st or sometime later. She asked a lot of questions though. What should I wear? How long are we going to be gone? Are we going somewhere? Is it just for us or are the boys coming? If not, who will be watching the boys? I honestly and truthfully answered each and every question, perhaps just not with the level of detail she expected and/or wanted.</div><div><br />As July progressed, Angie’s interest piqued and the questions were coming fast and furious. I bravely withheld the barrage. Interestingly enough, my dad was the only one who figured out where we were going. Finally, with less than a week to go, I gave in and let her open the envelope a few days early. My rationalization was such that the sooner she knew where we were going, the sooner she could take care of all the planning for it, right? I had taken care of the thoughtfulness part in purchasing the tickets, and besides, she’s a much better organizer than I am. My plan worked to perfection as we were well prepared with a backpack full of “vending machine sized foods” (Qwest field’s official description of their outside food/drink regulations) to last us all day at the concert.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>We arrived right around 4 PM which was when the first act was set to take the stage. We lost a water bottle at the door despite being told that with the record heat we were having they were encouraging people to bring empty water bottles to the stadium to fill with water once inside. Apparently by “water bottle” they meant anything that’s not hard plastic and has “squishy” sides (so basically bottled water). Nevertheless, the other water bottle was in plain sight, strapped to the side of the backpack, which they thoroughly checked, and they said nothing about it, so at least we had one container with us. We laboriously walked all the switchbacks clear up to the top section and from there took the stairs some 20 odd rows up to our seats. We were way up there, but the stadium’s not too bad really. The seats were still pretty good for viewability (is that a word?).</div><div></div><br /><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372172832016286402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/So3KukxVwsI/AAAAAAAAARw/MC7tOAd5lZ4/s320/LadyAntabellum.jpg" border="0" /> Lady Antebellum took the stage first. We quickly realized the acoustics for the stadium weren’t the best. The stage was down on the field in one end-zone, and we were probably around the 40 yard line on the other end of the field, but the echo was pretty bad. Lady Antebellum was alright. They did their thing for about 25 minutes or so, and they have some decent songs, but the echo was just really bad so it was difficult to make out anything they were saying. </div><div><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372173008296393186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/So3K41dyueI/AAAAAAAAAR4/rB-I387lESk/s320/Miranda.jpg" border="0" /> After Lady Antebellum wrapped, it took about 20 minutes to get the stage set for Miranda Lambert. I’ve never really been a fan of hers as I believe she barely hangs on to the border of country music. With her loud angry lyrics and general thrashing about in videos and other performances I think she’s more rock than anything else. Nevertheless she was there so we may as well watch her right? Turns out we would’ve been better off if we hadn’t. She was absolutely awful. Again with the echo, which admittedly isn’t her fault, but I did not understand a single word she said the entire 35 minutes she was on stage, and I only vaguely recognized ever her most popular of songs. You know how artists like to perform songs live slightly different than their radio versions? That was Miranda, and let me just say that I hate that. The song is popular for a reason, because people like how it sounds. Don’t change it just because you’re live, you screw the whole thing up. On top of that, she had a very bad attitude about being on stage. As would be expected by any sane person, the Kenny Chesney Sun City Carnival Tour is rampant with beach balls flying all over the place, which all the other performers were used to and, dare I say, even enjoyed, at times kicking them back into the crowd. Not so for Miranda. She was visibly upset anytime a ball landed on stage with her and actually took the time to find some sort of device which she then used to start popping all of them and dragging them off stage. Note to Miranda, You’re on the wrong tour if you don’t like beach balls! She was a horrible performer, had a bad attitude, couldn’t understand a word she said all night, and doesn’t even really sing country music in the first place, I couldn’t wait until her set was over.</p><p>Mercifully it did finally come to an end, and after such a performance we had no choice but to take a break and eat the sandwiches Angie had packed. We trekked down the stairs out to the upper landing area, found an opening at a picnic table and ate our dinner overlooking Puget Sound, downtown Seattle, and the Seattle docks. It was quite nice I might add, and we saved beaucoup bucks bringing our own food than purchasing there. We figured we had about 20 minutes until Montgomery Gentry was set to take the stage. As we were finishing up, they actually started their set so Angie rushed in to the nearest section to see while I took a little restroom break. When I returned and found her, she said, “Follow me”. She then took me into the section she had been standing at; we walked up a few steps and took our seats in the front row of an otherwise completely empty section. Turns out we had traveled on the outside concourse down about 30 yards closer to the end of the stadium where the stage was, and though we were still in the top section we were now in the front row of that section instead of 20+ rows up, and the acoustics were so much better. Since there was absolutely no one sitting there, we figured we would enjoy the rest of the show right there, at least until someone kicked us out. Turns out the show was not completely sold out, so they didn’t care where you sat so long as you were on the same level as your purchased tickets. With better performers and much better acoustics, the rest of the show was amazing.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372173398796110818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/So3LPkMLi-I/AAAAAAAAASA/bvUjFPXOeMA/s320/Montgomery+Gentry.jpg" border="0" />You want to talk performers, look no further than Montgomery Gentry. Those guys know how to have a good time onstage and put on a good show for people. Their set lasted for 45 minutes and it was nothing but all their top hits. They had fun with the beach balls, interacted with the crowd, and sang some good ‘ol country music for all to enjoy. They were incredible! Definitely worth the price of admission if you ever have a chance to see them live.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372173745386375970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/So3LjvVvSyI/AAAAAAAAASI/JywuQdiBgJk/s320/Sugarland.jpg" border="0" /> <p></p><p>After Montgomery Gentry wrapped, it was another 20 minutes before Sugarland took the stage. There was some doubt as to their arrival because they had missed the prior couple tour dates because Jennifer Nettles was on bed rest after losing her voice. We were quite disappointed that they might be a no show, but after a couple weeks of rest, she was all set to go and they did indeed arrive in Seattle and put on a show to remember. They performed for about an hour, hitting all their popular songs and few others as well. Jennifer’s a fantastic storyteller and when she took the time to properly introduce a song, tell where it came from, and the emotions behind the lyrics, the same songs you’ve heard a hundred times on the radio take on a whole new meaning. It was very cool to understand a little more about some of the songs. Sugarland then delivered the most memorable moment of the entire evening, at least for me. Jennifer started introducing a song she said would be released on their upcoming album. It was a remake of a song she enjoyed and hoped we would enjoy it too. I literally got goosebumps when the music started. For the reaction the crowd gave her, I don’t think most people even recognized the song, let alone knew the band that originally performed it, and I certainly don’t think it got the reaction I think it deserved or that they thought it might get being performed in Seattle. However, the moment was not lost on me, and I sang every word with her as she belted out “Better Man” by Pearl Jam. The only way to describe it is awesome. Simply awesome. Sadly, I just don’t think the country fans of today were able to make the connection with the grunge rock that was 90’s Pearl Jam, even here in their birthplace of Seattle.</p><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372174394877850258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/So3MJi4kspI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MhpLsuG815Y/s320/Kenny_Chesney_flying.jpg" border="0" />Finally, around 9:15 PM Kenny took the stage. Popping up from a hole in a tent at mid-field and soaring over the crowd on his way to the stage was quite a grand entrance. High energy hits rattled off consecutively for quite some time, then some down time performing slower songs and catching his breath, followed again by high energy, more down time, and finally an all out hyperactive finish. I’m not sure how I kept up, and I wasn’t the one running around all over the stage for 2 hours (or dancing spasmodically in the aisles I might add). It was a fantastic show, just like the first time I saw Kenny 9 years ago.<br /><br /><flashback><flashback>Times were different back then. It was the summer of 2000, I was fresh off my mission and still new to the country music scene, having recently converted partly because of Kenny’s newly released 4th album, “Everywhere We Go”. Of course Kenny was not Kenny back then, if you know what I mean. I had purchased the album and liked every song on it. Then I heard he was coming to the biggest annual event in Southwest Washington, the Clark County Fair. For $80 I purchased two seats near the stage (I paid $130 for the two seats in the nosebleeds at Qwest), grabbed a date, and headed down to the show. All told I’d guess there were maybe 1,000 people there that night. Kenny of course put on a fantastic show, singing all his brand new hits. It’s funny, if you check Wikipedia for Kenny Chesney his first listed Tour was 2001 Greatest Hits Tour, so this 2000 thing doesn’t even qualify as an official “tour”.<br /><br /><end><end>Contrast that with Aug. 1st at Qwest Field with easily 50,000+ in attendance, 4 opening acts, high-flying/soaring over the crowd entrance. Not to mention the intervening 8 albums, 8 tours, too many top hits to count, 6 CMA’s, and 6 ACM’s including 4 straight Entertainer of the Year awards. My little Kenny’s all growed up and done made himself into a country superstar!<br /><p>Here’s some more pics:</p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/So3MYtBI2RI/AAAAAAAAASY/XkOq-WT0nbw/s1600-h/Kenny.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372174655296166162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/So3MYtBI2RI/AAAAAAAAASY/XkOq-WT0nbw/s320/Kenny.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372174707743547890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/So3MbwZkYfI/AAAAAAAAASg/ueIoHAMAVGI/s320/Kenny-2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/So3MfXz2VgI/AAAAAAAAASo/5kXM7unJ2A8/s1600-h/Kenny-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372174769862366722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMOuLyBvmeg/So3MfXz2VgI/AAAAAAAAASo/5kXM7unJ2A8/s320/Kenny-3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-67847355720664284232009-08-04T07:41:00.000-07:002009-08-04T07:43:21.879-07:00And Now For Something Completely Random…Yesterday several potentially life-altering questions puzzled my mind. Yet, rather than post them, something within me said I should go with the Happy Anniversary message yesterday instead. So I saved them for you today. Here goes:<br /><br />Is it wrong to use Burger King ketchup on a McDonald’s hashbrown?<br /><br />I did just that yesterday, and I gotta tell you, I couldn’t really tell that much of a difference. I think it worked just fine.<br /><br />As I pondered the above, I thought, is it ketchup, catchup, or catsup? Why do we have such options?<br /><br />Finally, the age old question, Burger King or McDonald’s?<br /><br />And so, I now pose to you. What say ye?Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465889724030623411.post-86690125305831689902009-08-03T10:26:00.001-07:002009-08-03T10:26:51.934-07:00Happy Anniversary7 years ago this very day I was married in the Salt Lake City Temple. I’m told it was the best day of my life and I’d better not forget it. So here I am actively not forgetting it. Thank goodness for email alerts!<br /><br />What have we accomplished? Well…<br /><br />…3 different apartments (Provo downstairs, Provo upstairs, Renton)<br /><br />…1 condo (Kent)<br /><br />…1 home (Kent)<br /><br />…2.5 kids (Austin, Lucas, HELP???)<br /><br />…1 retirement (Angie from coaching)<br /><br />…3 cars (Ford Focus, Chevy S-10, Ford Windstar)<br /><br />…Several church callings, Jazz games, camping trips, even a few concerts<br /><br />…and many, many happy memories<br /><br />…but only 1 dishwasher for the span of exactly 1 year (in the apt. in Renton).<br /><br />Despite all that, or probably because of all that, we still love each other today.<br /><br />Happy Anniversary Angie. Maybe someday you’ll get that dishwasher you’ve always wanted.<br /><br /><br />P.S. Now that I’ve taught Angie how to blog, she has the “assignment” to cover the Kenny Chesney concert we attended this past Sat. night. Y’all be nice to her when she posts. We want to encourage more of this positive family history type of activity and less of the bad habit that is Facebook.Crawfordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106408713493702551noreply@blogger.com1