<?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-1195705770763735748</id><updated>2011-07-28T04:59:22.261-07:00</updated><category term='bike'/><category term='Levi'/><category term='Madison'/><category term='ioyjkjgkjfkklgl.jgnklk'/><category term='l;dxc'/><category term='Kids in Africa'/><category term='cousins'/><category term='party'/><category term='school'/><category term='Wyatt'/><category term='musings'/><category term='family outing'/><category term='Tagged'/><title type='text'>The Elam Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-5568302461135519873</id><published>2010-03-12T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T07:47:58.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girl</title><content type='html'>Many years ago, when I turned eight, my best friend and I spent a day in Salt Lake with our moms shopping, eating at nice restaurants, sightseeing, and having a great time. It is still a treasured memory. I wanted to have that same opportunity with my soon-to-be-eight daughter. So after chatting with her best friend's mom, we came up with a plan that entailed some much-needed girl time, combined with their current favorite thing...American Girl dolls. Santa brought the girls a "Day at American Girl Place" package. So Madison and I and Coralee and Mindy set off for a weekend in LA to spend a day at the American Girl store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on the agenda, get beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5aa7bKSepI/AAAAAAAAA48/EncxEYqZzc4/s1600-h/20100115_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5aa7bKSepI/AAAAAAAAA48/EncxEYqZzc4/s400/20100115_0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Just before setting out for our day--aren't they gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5aa8Ndy1_I/AAAAAAAAA5E/qXT_kemQago/s1600-h/20100116_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5aa8Ndy1_I/AAAAAAAAA5E/qXT_kemQago/s400/20100116_0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;On our way to the American Girl store, we stopped to see the LA Temple.  The visitors center was being remodeled, but we did get to walk around the grounds and take some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5aa8jJ0jLI/AAAAAAAAA5M/XF1EyJIeM1k/s1600-h/20100116_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5aa8jJ0jLI/AAAAAAAAA5M/XF1EyJIeM1k/s400/20100116_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We have arrived at the American Girl Place!  The dolls in the display case are called Just Like You dolls, and Madison examined every one to find the one that looks just like her.  The girls shopped and spent every last penny of their allotted gift card money. (But thank goodness not too many pennies more!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5hT0O2bWwI/AAAAAAAAA5k/6p6_PEALQO0/s1600-h/20100116_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5hT0O2bWwI/AAAAAAAAA5k/6p6_PEALQO0/s400/20100116_0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447195906109299458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took a break from shopping to browse the Farmers Market across the street.  Madison had crepes with strawberries for lunch.  Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5aa9HKJMXI/AAAAAAAAA5U/nK-DGSjy2rk/s1600-h/20100116_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5aa9HKJMXI/AAAAAAAAA5U/nK-DGSjy2rk/s400/20100116_0154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we made our way back to American Girl Place where the girls had a photo shoot with their dolls.  Madison's picture was then put on a personalized magazine cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5hT0wJ-EoI/AAAAAAAAA5s/V8AdpbqLBDk/s1600-h/20100116_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5hT0wJ-EoI/AAAAAAAAA5s/V8AdpbqLBDk/s400/20100116_0161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447195915049636482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The doll hair salon was so cute.  A whole line of doll-size salon chairs, with the stylists working their magic.  Madison's doll even got her ears pierced at the salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5hT1L7biGI/AAAAAAAAA50/r-AvFZKGqac/s1600-h/20100116_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5hT1L7biGI/AAAAAAAAA50/r-AvFZKGqac/s400/20100116_0163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447195922504845410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finished off the day with a dinner in the American Girl Cafe.   The cafe was so girly, all hot pink and black and white.  The napkin rings were hair ties that the girls got to keep.  The dolls got their own little seats next to their girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5hUlwdMZ0I/AAAAAAAAA6M/KHBB1fpCY_g/s1600-h/20100116_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5hUlwdMZ0I/AAAAAAAAA6M/KHBB1fpCY_g/s400/20100116_0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447196756943857474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is this girl excited or what?  This is the dessert plate--flower pot chocolate mousse, a tiny heart-shaped cake, and a tiny star sugar cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5hT1h6UBvI/AAAAAAAAA58/f3LlUoHBzU0/s1600-h/20100116_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5hT1h6UBvI/AAAAAAAAA58/f3LlUoHBzU0/s400/20100116_0173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447195928405739250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole girly group...two moms, two girls, and four dolls! (Oh, and don't forget the little girl in my very large belly!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5hT2drlMJI/AAAAAAAAA6E/TDed_mXC0tg/s1600-h/20100116_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5hT2drlMJI/AAAAAAAAA6E/TDed_mXC0tg/s400/20100116_0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447195944450076818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since we went all the way to LA, and we had one more day, we rounded out our weekend with a day at Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5hWuAeU6RI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Rv4zcsF0H6k/s1600-h/20100117_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5hWuAeU6RI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Rv4zcsF0H6k/s400/20100117_0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447199097705785618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5hXDEu1yZI/AAAAAAAAA60/rWth077KYw8/s400/20100117_0191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447199459626043794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Two sweet girls!  They had a great time and I think they even realized how very lucky they were to get to go on this trip.  They were very well behaved the whole time.  And the moms...well, we were well behaved too. I sure love my boys, big and small, but I enjoyed every minute of our girl time.  I can't wait to do it again in eight years with the next little girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-5568302461135519873?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/5568302461135519873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=5568302461135519873' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/5568302461135519873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/5568302461135519873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-girl.html' title='My Girl'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5aa7bKSepI/AAAAAAAAA48/EncxEYqZzc4/s72-c/20100115_0120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-8111335436420818722</id><published>2010-03-10T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:18:08.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Levi...growing up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5fiXmIFalI/AAAAAAAAA5c/I7li1NSqaK8/s1600-h/2010-02-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5fiXmIFalI/AAAAAAAAA5c/I7li1NSqaK8/s400/2010-02-15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took pictures of the kids the other day against the wall, so the next time I pulled the camera out, Levi ran to the wall again for his pose.  Then he got back to business of cutting fruit.  This task has occupied a lot of his time the last few days.  He is growing up so quickly and has such a cute personality.  He finally stayed in nursery for the whole time on Sunday.  He is sleeping better--in his room with Wyatt, and only waking up in the night occasionally.  I am starting to have a little hope that I might be able to handle both him and the new baby sister!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-8111335436420818722?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/8111335436420818722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=8111335436420818722' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/8111335436420818722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/8111335436420818722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2010/03/levigrowing-up.html' title='Levi...growing up!'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S5fiXmIFalI/AAAAAAAAA5c/I7li1NSqaK8/s72-c/2010-02-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-2350249166558057241</id><published>2010-01-10T20:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:17:37.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S0qlGL9H27I/AAAAAAAAApg/dP2ZkEu_UNA/s1600-h/IMG_7340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425330226828139442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S0qlGL9H27I/AAAAAAAAApg/dP2ZkEu_UNA/s400/IMG_7340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In 96 days and counting...(or maybe even less), we will officially outgrow our 5 passenger Saturn Vue.  So we finally have upgraded to the typical mormon wagon.  We now have a minivan!  It is a Nissan Quest, smoke gray.  It has some little extras that the kids love (built-in DVD player) and some that I love (mostly that the kids can buckle themselves because their seats are not so crammed in).  It's a few years old and has a couple of minor scratches and dings, but overall it's in good shape.  We're loving our new ride!&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/1195705770763735748-2350249166558057241?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/2350249166558057241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=2350249166558057241' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/2350249166558057241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/2350249166558057241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-new-ride.html' title='Our New Ride'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/S0qlGL9H27I/AAAAAAAAApg/dP2ZkEu_UNA/s72-c/IMG_7340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-3363278264113549688</id><published>2009-11-25T07:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:21:55.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>I'm finally getting around to posting Halloween pictures...if I do it before Thanksgiving, I figure I'm okay.  Levi was a puppy this year, Wyatt was a Transformer (Megatron because he "likes the bad guys just a little bit more than the good guys"), and Madison was a clown.  She wore this same costume three years ago.  She has grown a little, but we adjusted the suspenders and added some crazy tights, and it worked great.  She also had to have a matching doll costume.  We had a fun night trick or treating with cousins.  Their neighborhood gets way into the holiday, and most of the houses were fully decorated.  The best one even has a haunted house through their garage and into their house, complete with live scary people, bloody footprints, and creepy sound effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sw1KB3pRTxI/AAAAAAAAApY/xqdViqYyk7s/s1600/IMG_7092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408060123519209234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sw1KB3pRTxI/AAAAAAAAApY/xqdViqYyk7s/s400/IMG_7092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sw1KBFn-pGI/AAAAAAAAApQ/XRBg7rlM12U/s1600/IMG_7095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408060110092018786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sw1KBFn-pGI/AAAAAAAAApQ/XRBg7rlM12U/s400/IMG_7095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sw1KA5JmG0I/AAAAAAAAApI/NUYNBp96oAQ/s1600/IMG_7098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408060106743356226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sw1KA5JmG0I/AAAAAAAAApI/NUYNBp96oAQ/s400/IMG_7098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sw1KAIv-HWI/AAAAAAAAApA/76FpSCLHmtc/s1600/IMG_7106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408060093750975842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sw1KAIv-HWI/AAAAAAAAApA/76FpSCLHmtc/s400/IMG_7106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1195705770763735748-3363278264113549688?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/3363278264113549688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=3363278264113549688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/3363278264113549688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/3363278264113549688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sw1KB3pRTxI/AAAAAAAAApY/xqdViqYyk7s/s72-c/IMG_7092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-5033265418587657324</id><published>2009-10-23T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T14:34:43.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break, Part III-The Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>To finish off a fun Fall Break week of vacation, play dates, the zoo, and lots of Halloween crafts, we went to Apple Annie's Pumpkin Patch.  Our friends, the Swain's, came with us.  We had a tasty lunch of hamburgers and hot dogs and pie out in the apple orchards, played in the huge basins of dry corn, then boarded the hay wagons to ride out to the pumpkin patch to pick out the perfect pumpkins.  Wyatt picked out a tall, skinny one.  Madison's is perfectly round.  And Levi, well he didn't really care, and his parents are cheap, so he got one of the smallest we could find.  Levi did love crawling around over all of the pumpkins.  He didn't seem to mind the stickery vines at all.  It was record-breaking hot that day (at least it was a few degrees cooler at the pumpkin patch in Willcox than in Tucson), and it was super windy.  But we're not complaining...we had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;By Sunday night, the kids were at each other's throats, and they were bored.  We had a fun, busy week, but they were sure ready to go back to school on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395907823027911906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIdk4hUfOI/AAAAAAAAAns/SiIXrlzm9Wg/s400/IMG_6985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIdliDeYII/AAAAAAAAAn8/6BFRD2oAROw/s1600-h/IMG_7060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395907834177020034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIdliDeYII/AAAAAAAAAn8/6BFRD2oAROw/s400/IMG_7060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIdlJJ7tjI/AAAAAAAAAn0/lZ-TOM2NGGw/s1600-h/IMG_7008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395907827493221938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIdlJJ7tjI/AAAAAAAAAn0/lZ-TOM2NGGw/s400/IMG_7008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIc1oJFHII/AAAAAAAAAnk/Qktf-NYJhYg/s1600-h/IMG_6998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395907011177421954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIc1oJFHII/AAAAAAAAAnk/Qktf-NYJhYg/s400/IMG_6998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIc1OZnk0I/AAAAAAAAAnU/BOYngrRDI1o/s1600-h/IMG_7020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395907004267467586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIc1OZnk0I/AAAAAAAAAnU/BOYngrRDI1o/s400/IMG_7020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIc0r-xTbI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ESJUQIIftb4/s1600-h/IMG_7042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395906995028053426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIc0r-xTbI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ESJUQIIftb4/s400/IMG_7042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIc0aENCWI/AAAAAAAAAnE/LnHGpsSEhA4/s1600-h/IMG_7046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395906990219004258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIc0aENCWI/AAAAAAAAAnE/LnHGpsSEhA4/s400/IMG_7046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-5033265418587657324?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/5033265418587657324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=5033265418587657324' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/5033265418587657324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/5033265418587657324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-break-part-iii-pumpkin-patch.html' title='Fall Break, Part III-The Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIdk4hUfOI/AAAAAAAAAns/SiIXrlzm9Wg/s72-c/IMG_6985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-2590178140691596021</id><published>2009-10-23T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T14:12:22.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break Fun, Part II--Levi's First Trip to the Zoo</title><content type='html'>Since Levi gets so excited about the birds in the Wal-Mart parking lot or any dog we may run into, I decided he was ready for his first trip to the zoo.  And being Fall Break and nice weather, we invited our cousins to join us, and we did the zoo.  We love our little Tucson zoo.   It is big enough to have all of the major animals, but small enough that you can see them all.  We can do the whole zoo in under two hours and for 10 bucks for all of us.  Levi's cousin Aaron is six weeks older and it was his first zoo trip, too.  They both did surprisingly well at finding and watching the animals.  We had a great day at the zoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIaS2VnhTI/AAAAAAAAAm8/T0plJv_1pSM/s1600-h/IMG_6941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395904214669428018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIaS2VnhTI/AAAAAAAAAm8/T0plJv_1pSM/s400/IMG_6941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIaJnouq7I/AAAAAAAAAm0/Se0aynWnOaY/s1600-h/IMG_6969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395904056104233906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIaJnouq7I/AAAAAAAAAm0/Se0aynWnOaY/s400/IMG_6969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIZ0-2ynNI/AAAAAAAAAmk/lyGlmqdQh6M/s1600-h/IMG_6933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395903701559975122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIZ0-2ynNI/AAAAAAAAAmk/lyGlmqdQh6M/s400/IMG_6933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIZ0qadiGI/AAAAAAAAAmc/7YoaOghMkjs/s1600-h/IMG_6962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395903696072444002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIZ0qadiGI/AAAAAAAAAmc/7YoaOghMkjs/s400/IMG_6962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIZ0GQW_xI/AAAAAAAAAmU/oavvxR0VKDs/s1600-h/IMG_6966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395903686366396178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIZ0GQW_xI/AAAAAAAAAmU/oavvxR0VKDs/s400/IMG_6966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1195705770763735748-2590178140691596021?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/2590178140691596021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=2590178140691596021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/2590178140691596021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/2590178140691596021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-break-fun-part-ii-levis-first-trip.html' title='Fall Break Fun, Part II--Levi&apos;s First Trip to the Zoo'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuIaS2VnhTI/AAAAAAAAAm8/T0plJv_1pSM/s72-c/IMG_6941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-8967346140529571289</id><published>2009-10-23T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:56:57.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break Fun, Part I--Mexico</title><content type='html'>Last week was Fall Break for the kids.  I was worried about keeping them entertained for a whole week off of school, but it turns out we had more than enough to do.  We had a super fun, busy week.  We started off with a weekend in Rocky Point with the Burns'.  I was afraid it would be too cold to swim much and we would spend most of the time in the hotel.  I was sure proven wrong!  The water was beautiful, both the pool and the ocean.  We spent almost the entire time in the water.  The ocean was a little rough and the waves were too big for the kids to go in very far, but Darin and I liked swimming.  The kids stood at the edge of the water and they spent hours playing in the sand.  Levi wanted nothing to do with the water this time, but judging from the contents of his diaper for a few days after, he had a great time in the sand!  We buried all of the big kids in the sand.  They loved it and laid there for quite a long time.  Levi tromped right over the top of them when they were hidden in the sand.  The resort had a great pool with a nice kiddie pool and a fun waterslide.  The kids especially liked that there were no rule-enforcing lifeguards on the slide (like they are used to in Rancho Sahuarita), so they were able to go in trains and on their bellies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuISet4EbvI/AAAAAAAAAmM/sc3ST8_Xm7c/s1600-h/IMG_6927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395895622463418098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuISet4EbvI/AAAAAAAAAmM/sc3ST8_Xm7c/s400/IMG_6927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuISefAfD6I/AAAAAAAAAmE/Am7JL-mk6wg/s1600-h/IMG_6924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395895618472185762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuISefAfD6I/AAAAAAAAAmE/Am7JL-mk6wg/s400/IMG_6924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuISd5jycNI/AAAAAAAAAl8/wy-nVG14N-0/s1600-h/IMG_6899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395895608419709138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuISd5jycNI/AAAAAAAAAl8/wy-nVG14N-0/s400/IMG_6899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuISdrYfwFI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Rg9AnhwOTos/s1600-h/IMG_6896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395895604614250578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuISdrYfwFI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Rg9AnhwOTos/s400/IMG_6896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuISdVbrQyI/AAAAAAAAAls/b6rg4sndJz4/s1600-h/IMG_6886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395895598722007842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuISdVbrQyI/AAAAAAAAAls/b6rg4sndJz4/s400/IMG_6886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1195705770763735748-8967346140529571289?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/8967346140529571289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=8967346140529571289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/8967346140529571289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/8967346140529571289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-break-fun-part-i-mexico.html' title='Fall Break Fun, Part I--Mexico'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SuISet4EbvI/AAAAAAAAAmM/sc3ST8_Xm7c/s72-c/IMG_6927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-5385477245748846531</id><published>2009-08-31T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T06:16:48.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made Me Laugh</title><content type='html'>I visited Madison and Wyatt's school the other day, with Levi in tow. After we had lunch together, we were on the playground when a cute little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hispanic&lt;/span&gt; boy (dark skin and black-as-black hair) came to talk to us. He was talking to Levi (my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt;-as-they-come baby) and telling me that my baby is so cute. And then, "Don't let him get a sunburn. I worry that he will get a sunburn. See (showing me his arm), this is what a sunburn looks like." I look closely for signs of redness. Nothing. He goes on, "When I was born, I looked just like him. I got a sunburn and now I am this color." Thanks for the advice, cute little second-grader. We'll avoid sunburns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to give Levi a bath this afternoon, the tub had little pieces of something all over it. I questioned Madison and Wyatt, who had been playing in there earlier with toy boats.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What's all over the tub?"&lt;br /&gt;Madison: "Oh, that's dirt."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Where did all this dirt come from?"&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt: "We wanted it to look like a real ocean."&lt;br /&gt;Madison: "We dumped out Wyatt's shoes in there."&lt;br /&gt;Of course you did. How resourceful of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-5385477245748846531?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/5385477245748846531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=5385477245748846531' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/5385477245748846531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/5385477245748846531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/08/made-me-laugh.html' title='Made Me Laugh'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-767036904263022217</id><published>2009-08-11T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:41:10.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Point Getaway</title><content type='html'>Even though school started last week and summer is officially over, we were able to sneak in one last little vacation and hit the beach like the kids had been asking to do all summer. Our good friends invited us to join them for a weekend in Rocky Point, and we are so glad we did! We had a great time. Travelling with another family was so much fun. The kids had friends to play with, and then after the kids went to bed at night, the adults stayed up and played Rook and talked and laughed a lot!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SoHRkcBTBHI/AAAAAAAAAlY/nwTihs4BcAw/s1600-h/IMG_6662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368802654729471090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SoHRkcBTBHI/AAAAAAAAAlY/nwTihs4BcAw/s400/IMG_6662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stayed in a really nice place. This is the view out our back door...a nice big patio, grass, a three-section pool, and then the beach right in our backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SoHRWcbGiSI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/4ldZymY23Go/s1600-h/IMG_6669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368802414319536418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SoHRWcbGiSI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/4ldZymY23Go/s400/IMG_6669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SoHRV2qQoBI/AAAAAAAAAlI/SsGkasBR-bo/s1600-h/IMG_6590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368802404182564882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SoHRV2qQoBI/AAAAAAAAAlI/SsGkasBR-bo/s400/IMG_6590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SoHRVoKl7lI/AAAAAAAAAlA/wXhZg4iuxu8/s1600-h/IMG_6591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368802400291647058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SoHRVoKl7lI/AAAAAAAAAlA/wXhZg4iuxu8/s400/IMG_6591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids all loved the sand and the water. Levi crawled right in, not a bit scared. The water was warm--the warmest ocean water I ever remember swimming in. We even went on a banana boat ride (all of us) and rented jet-ski's (Darin and Brian).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SoHRVGilDMI/AAAAAAAAAk4/OuLNH_jSRhI/s1600-h/IMG_6593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368802391265447106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SoHRVGilDMI/AAAAAAAAAk4/OuLNH_jSRhI/s400/IMG_6593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368807874362810658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SoHWUQq3ISI/AAAAAAAAAlg/5NkaY7mJWZ4/s400/IMG_6684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SoHPgVR_wNI/AAAAAAAAAko/prM8UzzosYI/s1600-h/IMG_6595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368800385177731282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SoHPgVR_wNI/AAAAAAAAAko/prM8UzzosYI/s400/IMG_6595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368800368127608306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SoHPfVw7hfI/AAAAAAAAAkY/t-lFqE2sI5Y/s400/IMG_6690.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Madison got to go on vacation with her best friend, Coralee. What lucky girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SoHPfwnkyqI/AAAAAAAAAkg/g34f-dyl3Bw/s1600-h/IMG_6604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368800375336127138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SoHPfwnkyqI/AAAAAAAAAkg/g34f-dyl3Bw/s400/IMG_6604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the kids--Wyatt Burns, Wyatt Elam, Coralee, Levi, Madison, and Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SoHPexzoiNI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/lURwe6MrgmU/s1600-h/IMG_6650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368800358475270354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SoHPexzoiNI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/lURwe6MrgmU/s400/IMG_6650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SoHPeGc5hYI/AAAAAAAAAkI/_jms7GdG88A/s1600-h/August_II_2009_Rocky_053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368800346837190018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SoHPeGc5hYI/AAAAAAAAAkI/_jms7GdG88A/s400/August_II_2009_Rocky_053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole group, just before the long trip home. We had a perfect trip--great company, nice weather, fun swimming, happy kids, and good food--now if we could have just stayed a few more days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-767036904263022217?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/767036904263022217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=767036904263022217' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/767036904263022217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/767036904263022217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/08/rocky-point-getaway.html' title='Rocky Point Getaway'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SoHRkcBTBHI/AAAAAAAAAlY/nwTihs4BcAw/s72-c/IMG_6662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-5682364922565167500</id><published>2009-08-10T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:05:07.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When A Kindergartner Hijacks Blogger</title><content type='html'>Wyatt asked me today if he could play on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PBSKids&lt;/span&gt;. He does that quite often, and knows how to get to the website and find his way around just fine. So later when I came to check on the latest blog happenings, I was surprised to find a new post. Somehow he opened my blog, found the "new post" button, typed in the text area and even the labels area, and then successfully posted. I think he forgot to run spell-check though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-5682364922565167500?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/5682364922565167500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=5682364922565167500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/5682364922565167500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/5682364922565167500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-kindergartner-hijacks-blogger.html' title='When A Kindergartner Hijacks Blogger'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-6656557783443476084</id><published>2009-08-10T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:38:57.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ioyjkjgkjfkklgl.jgnklk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l;dxc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jkln.......;.,m[[;p[u[]==[iikifjhuhgfgtgjfhsdddddddddddsrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrwqfsrdfddfxfghvcgbghbhbbbhbhbjhnbjbnjnbvnbgggffhdgfdhfgdjfjdfdghgjghgjk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-6656557783443476084?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/6656557783443476084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=6656557783443476084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/6656557783443476084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/6656557783443476084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/08/jkln.html' title=''/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-4373304111740174579</id><published>2009-08-04T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:33:10.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's So Quiet</title><content type='html'>With two kids off at school, and Levi going on hour three of his nap, it's awful quiet around here!   Madison and Wyatt were excited to start school today.  I think Wyatt was a little nervous.  When we went to meet his teacher yesterday, she asked him his name.  He said, "um, I don't remember."  Was that something I was supposed to teach him before he went to school?  After seeing his classroom and meeting his teacher yesterday, he was feeling a little better about things.  We are very happy so far with Wyatt's teacher, Ms. Goodenow, and Madison's teacher, Mrs. Meyer.  We are looking forward to a great year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SniCLNhFUrI/AAAAAAAAAkA/4UE5k24_ySs/s1600-h/20090804_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366182085130539698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SniCLNhFUrI/AAAAAAAAAkA/4UE5k24_ySs/s400/20090804_0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SniCK3qv15I/AAAAAAAAAj4/1A0SkJBOQ-s/s1600-h/20090804_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366182079265494930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SniCK3qv15I/AAAAAAAAAj4/1A0SkJBOQ-s/s400/20090804_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-4373304111740174579?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/4373304111740174579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=4373304111740174579' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/4373304111740174579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/4373304111740174579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-so-quiet.html' title='It&apos;s So Quiet'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SniCLNhFUrI/AAAAAAAAAkA/4UE5k24_ySs/s72-c/20090804_0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-3565452543498004495</id><published>2009-08-03T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:59:58.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Uniform</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's the big day...back to school!  We had a "Not So Uniform" back to school party last week with Madison and 14 of her friends.  The girls and their moms came and we did what we could to make our school uniforms a little more fun.  We added small flower and heart embellishments to our shirts and rhinestones to the buttons.  We made belts and hair bows and flowers in uniform colors.  The girls made beaded backpack charms with their names on them.  We all had fun crafting, and the girls are excited to go to school in style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Snevou4DSOI/AAAAAAAAAjo/66RBwazX5pY/s1600-h/20090801_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365950595347990754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Snevou4DSOI/AAAAAAAAAjo/66RBwazX5pY/s400/20090801_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SnevofXsYII/AAAAAAAAAjg/sIlcu4MXWzw/s1600-h/20090801_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365950591185739906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SnevofXsYII/AAAAAAAAAjg/sIlcu4MXWzw/s400/20090801_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365951075993414834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SnewEta2bLI/AAAAAAAAAjw/AMAvQnDzOjo/s400/20090725_0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SneuNVag0uI/AAAAAAAAAjI/oGuIy4T_XYE/s1600-h/20090725_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365949025145115362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SneuNVag0uI/AAAAAAAAAjI/oGuIy4T_XYE/s400/20090725_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SneuNERGp7I/AAAAAAAAAjA/OBYkNkH0bEU/s1600-h/20090725_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365949020542248882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SneuNERGp7I/AAAAAAAAAjA/OBYkNkH0bEU/s400/20090725_0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365949030528957938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SneuNpeHvfI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_usTFJuQxH8/s400/20090725_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-3565452543498004495?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/3565452543498004495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=3565452543498004495' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/3565452543498004495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/3565452543498004495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-so-uniform.html' title='Not So Uniform'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Snevou4DSOI/AAAAAAAAAjo/66RBwazX5pY/s72-c/20090801_0095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-3698050835028616754</id><published>2009-08-01T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T15:06:17.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Levi's First Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SnS7GnpM07I/AAAAAAAAAig/3qwhT86T5Ow/s1600-h/20090727_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365118778500502450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SnS7GnpM07I/AAAAAAAAAig/3qwhT86T5Ow/s400/20090727_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SnS7GJIrRuI/AAAAAAAAAiY/vB1QMUciYik/s1600-h/20090727_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365118770311022306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SnS7GJIrRuI/AAAAAAAAAiY/vB1QMUciYik/s400/20090727_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SnS7F1enfBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/cpQvA5NSl0g/s1600-h/20090727_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365118765034339346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SnS7F1enfBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/cpQvA5NSl0g/s400/20090727_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I kept putting it off, but I finally was ready to cut Levi's hair for the first time. Maybe its because he was the first of my kids to have even a hint of curl in his hair, and I didn't want to cut those cute little curls off in the back, because he may never have hair long enough to see them again.  I love the new look!  What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365119913187129618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SnS8IqrkuRI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Q7Bz441ou4E/s400/20090727_0084.JPG" border="0" /&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/1195705770763735748-3698050835028616754?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/3698050835028616754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=3698050835028616754' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/3698050835028616754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/3698050835028616754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/08/levis-first-haircut.html' title='Levi&apos;s First Haircut'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SnS7GnpM07I/AAAAAAAAAig/3qwhT86T5Ow/s72-c/20090727_0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-473198874386002159</id><published>2009-07-28T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:39:04.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Levi's First Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>We celebrated Levi's first birthday at the park with lots of friends and family.  We had a cowboy party, with a hamburger and hot dog barbecue, then Texas sheet cake for dessert.  Levi got his very own cowboy hat cake.  We had to take pictures of the cake as soon as we got there, because the chocolate brim melted in the first five minutes.  Levi has truly crossed the line from babyhood to little kid--as demonstrated by the new foods he got to try...chocolate, Capri Sun, and Twizzlers.  He loved the Capri Sun.  After every sip, he kicked his feet like crazy.  I guess it doesn't take long for that sugar high to kick in.  He loved his chocolate cake too.  That kept him busy for a long time!  After we were all sufficiently hot and sticky, we cooled off in the pool, then opened presents poolside.  Thanks to all who celebrated with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-XW-YLqnI/AAAAAAAAAiI/gAcjgkl7mFE/s1600-h/IMG_6467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363672102178892402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-XW-YLqnI/AAAAAAAAAiI/gAcjgkl7mFE/s400/IMG_6467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-W5zSQhAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/rS1QBwUK5eE/s1600-h/IMG_6475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363671600985048066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-W5zSQhAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/rS1QBwUK5eE/s400/IMG_6475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-W5sRrwZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/RKNuqRBtO1w/s1600-h/IMG_6478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363671599103590802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-W5sRrwZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/RKNuqRBtO1w/s400/IMG_6478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-W5OLu5_I/AAAAAAAAAho/MHWB1XZyKQQ/s1600-h/IMG_6485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363671591025567730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-W5OLu5_I/AAAAAAAAAho/MHWB1XZyKQQ/s400/IMG_6485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-W4-EHC7I/AAAAAAAAAhg/Fpu0h3UnZZA/s1600-h/IMG_6487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363671586698628018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-W4-EHC7I/AAAAAAAAAhg/Fpu0h3UnZZA/s400/IMG_6487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-UlQ8sPaI/AAAAAAAAAhY/WY5mD8veUQc/s1600-h/IMG_6492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363669049147145634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-UlQ8sPaI/AAAAAAAAAhY/WY5mD8veUQc/s400/IMG_6492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-Uk_LI9aI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/7omY2Tb6C48/s1600-h/IMG_6507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363669044375909794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-Uk_LI9aI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/7omY2Tb6C48/s400/IMG_6507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-UkRFRXaI/AAAAAAAAAhI/us6PSkhKhhA/s1600-h/IMG_6514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363669032003263906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-UkRFRXaI/AAAAAAAAAhI/us6PSkhKhhA/s400/IMG_6514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-UkJHhTUI/AAAAAAAAAhA/5CbxJIz0H7g/s1600-h/IMG_6527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363669029865213250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-UkJHhTUI/AAAAAAAAAhA/5CbxJIz0H7g/s400/IMG_6527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-Uj0jeLFI/AAAAAAAAAg4/RPZtrfF-jHU/s1600-h/IMG_6528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363669024345304146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-Uj0jeLFI/AAAAAAAAAg4/RPZtrfF-jHU/s400/IMG_6528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-473198874386002159?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/473198874386002159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=473198874386002159' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/473198874386002159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/473198874386002159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/07/levis-first-birthday-party.html' title='Levi&apos;s First Birthday Party'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-XW-YLqnI/AAAAAAAAAiI/gAcjgkl7mFE/s72-c/IMG_6467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-3028751319745443833</id><published>2009-07-28T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:58:12.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Come a Long Way, Baby!</title><content type='html'>Where does the time go?  I can't believe my baby is one already.  Look at how far he's come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-AJkUsQII/AAAAAAAAAgw/Lh9sOd9R9bQ/s1600-h/IMG_2036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363646583079190658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-AJkUsQII/AAAAAAAAAgw/Lh9sOd9R9bQ/s400/IMG_2036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the day he was born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-AJa8LVlI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Gw95NNTj5ZE/s1600-h/20080823_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363646580560451154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-AJa8LVlI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Gw95NNTj5ZE/s400/20080823_0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One month old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-AJCUPNpI/AAAAAAAAAgg/EODVjTMXgUg/s1600-h/20080919_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363646573950482066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-AJCUPNpI/AAAAAAAAAgg/EODVjTMXgUg/s400/20080919_0204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two months old, showing one of his first smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm9_qey1bhI/AAAAAAAAAgY/qdPPV0BCZJc/s1600-h/IMG_2920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363646049019063826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm9_qey1bhI/AAAAAAAAAgY/qdPPV0BCZJc/s400/IMG_2920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Three months old, picking pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm9_qPyO52I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/C3ccFuRZ1iQ/s1600-h/20081118_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363646044990007138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm9_qPyO52I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/C3ccFuRZ1iQ/s400/20081118_0202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Four months old, loving the bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm9_pou2xGI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Rrmh89f0Bls/s1600-h/IMG_4532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363646034506859618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm9_pou2xGI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Rrmh89f0Bls/s400/IMG_4532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Five months old, with his favorite blanket on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm9_pZ3e3NI/AAAAAAAAAgA/FkKv85W6SB4/s1600-h/IMG_4721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363646030516509906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm9_pZ3e3NI/AAAAAAAAAgA/FkKv85W6SB4/s400/IMG_4721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Six months old, trying peas (ignore the pink bib)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm9_o4byhPI/AAAAAAAAAf4/JgX9ynZ9oAE/s1600-h/20090307_0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363646021541987570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm9_o4byhPI/AAAAAAAAAf4/JgX9ynZ9oAE/s400/20090307_0538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seven months old, crawling and exploring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm9-PNxvjzI/AAAAAAAAAfw/roTy66aQU40/s1600-h/IMG_5778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363644481082986290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm9-PNxvjzI/AAAAAAAAAfw/roTy66aQU40/s400/IMG_5778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eight months old, standing and cruising (with the same shirt as three months and seven months)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm9-O90oE3I/AAAAAAAAAfo/C1aPGLqZaOk/s1600-h/IMG_5966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363644476800111474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm9-O90oE3I/AAAAAAAAAfo/C1aPGLqZaOk/s400/IMG_5966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nine months old, he loves to be outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm9-OrzEf3I/AAAAAAAAAfg/itr00MJkjss/s1600-h/IMG_6044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363644471961747314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm9-OrzEf3I/AAAAAAAAAfg/itr00MJkjss/s400/IMG_6044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ten months old, propped up in a trench helping Dad with the yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm9-OJ-SL3I/AAAAAAAAAfY/_4GKdMxwtK0/s1600-h/IMG_6354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363644462881976178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm9-OJ-SL3I/AAAAAAAAAfY/_4GKdMxwtK0/s400/IMG_6354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eleven months old, with Papa--he wouldn't leave that cane alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm9-N7rSxsI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/bUeXPNf50t8/s1600-h/20090716_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363644459044226754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm9-N7rSxsI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/bUeXPNf50t8/s400/20090716_0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And a big one year old!  This kid has tons of clothes.  I don't know why he is wearing the same ones in so many pictures.  I guess I have my favorites.  We love our Levi.  He is such a sweet boy.  Happy Birthday, buddy.  Party pictures coming soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-3028751319745443833?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/3028751319745443833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=3028751319745443833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/3028751319745443833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/3028751319745443833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/07/youve-come-long-way-baby.html' title='You&apos;ve Come a Long Way, Baby!'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sm-AJkUsQII/AAAAAAAAAgw/Lh9sOd9R9bQ/s72-c/IMG_2036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-4605254963968740359</id><published>2009-07-01T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:50:38.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag: 6 Small Things That Make Me Happy</title><content type='html'>tag: make a list of 6 small or "unimportant" things that make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Monsoons&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year again in AZ. I love the monsoon season. We have hot, hot mornings that just beg to be spent in the pool, then the clouds roll in in the afternoon and we get fabulous storms. The temperature can drop about 30 degrees in just a few minutes, and the kids love to run around the cul-de-sac in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Homemade bread with homemade jam&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my favorite indulgence! I made peach, raspberry-peach, and strawberry jam this week. Okay, I actually made peach syrup, raspberry-peach jam, and strawberry yet-to-be-determined. I have made peach jam a bunch of times, and this is the first time that it just did not set up at all. It still tastes great, but its use is limited to times when we don't care if it just runs all over our plate. The raspberry-peach was a first, but I think it's a keeper. I just made the strawberry this morning, so I hope it turns out okay. I'll need it when school starts again. Madison eats PB&amp;amp;J with homemade jam almost every day in her lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Uh-oh&lt;br /&gt;Or uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh....Levi has learned to say uh-oh and we think it is so cute! The best part is that even if he is in the middle of a crying fit, if we just say "uh-oh" to him, he will usually stop crying and start saying uh-oh over and over and over. He said it for quite a long stretch on the way home from our vacation. He has also learned "no." If we say "no" to him, he stops and shakes his head, then goes right back to what we were telling him no about. He's funny when he tries to shake his head, he can't just move his head, it is more like shaking his head and shoulders and most of his upper body. He's at such a fun age right now. We are having lots of fun with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Seeing all three of my kids playing together&lt;br /&gt;Madison and Wyatt play together all the time, and Madison loves to play with Levi. And sometimes Wyatt will slow down enough to pay attention to Levi for a while. But every once in a while, all three of them play together, and for some reason, it just makes me so happy. Last night Levi was standing up next to something and Madison and Wyatt were sitting next to him, all of their backs to me. I wanted to keep that picture of those three little heads in my mind forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Watching my kids learn&lt;br /&gt;Madison is reading so well. She surprises me with the words that she can read, spell, and understand. She was reading from the scriptures the other day without even pausing or stumbling over words. I found her laying in her bed reading on her own for the first time a few months ago, and it made me smile. I spent lots of hours like that as a kid!&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt is my little math kid. He is reading a little, but he is really good with numbers. He can do double digit addition and subtraction, and he hasn't even started kindergarten yet! If I ask him a math problem that is a little hard for him, he goes and sits behind the chair, and counts it out in his head, then comes back a few minutes later with the answer.&lt;br /&gt;And Levi is learning to stand on his own. We'll have a walker soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A clean, organized house&lt;br /&gt;I sure wish I was better at this. I go on kicks sometimes where my house is so clean and organized, and I love the feeling. I wish I could make those times last longer or come more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: Donna, Leah, Jerlyn, Nancy, Mindy, and Cherece (a good first post for a blog!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-4605254963968740359?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/4605254963968740359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=4605254963968740359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/4605254963968740359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/4605254963968740359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/07/tag-6-small-things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Tag: 6 Small Things That Make Me Happy'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-5185228845746053635</id><published>2009-05-13T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:14:25.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Crafty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sgw1C4wnEOI/AAAAAAAAAeg/gXAkXYgV9U8/s1600-h/IMG_6026.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So in my attempts to do something besides being the mom, I have decided I will try my hand at scrapbooking again. I used to do it regularly, and I have tons of supplies, but haven't done much for a few years. Some girls in my ward do a scrapbook/card exchange that they invited me to join, so that was my motivation to really get going again. These are the cards and the scrapbook page I made for the exchange. I had so much fun doing it, and now I'm excited to work on the other pages that I got the makings for last night.&lt;br /&gt;And does anyone know why blogger sometimes rotates pictures for you and won't let you rotate them back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sgs1wB0uRmI/AAAAAAAAAeY/rpqDBU2nG8w/s1600-h/IMG_6025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335417282790049378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sgs1wB0uRmI/AAAAAAAAAeY/rpqDBU2nG8w/s400/IMG_6025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sgs1v_0LipI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/OuY463HgaXw/s1600-h/IMG_6026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335417282250902162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sgs1v_0LipI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/OuY463HgaXw/s400/IMG_6026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sgs1v-0lTUI/AAAAAAAAAeI/7XtICzVGgKM/s1600-h/IMG_6027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335417281984154946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sgs1v-0lTUI/AAAAAAAAAeI/7XtICzVGgKM/s400/IMG_6027.JPG" border="0" /&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/1195705770763735748-5185228845746053635?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/5185228845746053635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=5185228845746053635' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/5185228845746053635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/5185228845746053635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-crafty.html' title='Being Crafty'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sgs1wB0uRmI/AAAAAAAAAeY/rpqDBU2nG8w/s72-c/IMG_6025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-7605770102730078132</id><published>2009-05-11T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:11:09.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Separation Anxiety</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334690761054628818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sgig-5c4K9I/AAAAAAAAAdw/vhAqISXbE38/s400/IMG_5926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuck Levi in his crib for just a minute the other day to keep him away from one of Wyatt's toys.  He started jumping and smiling, laughing and squealing.  He was being so cute, I just had to have a picture of that great smile.  So I ran to get the camera...I forgot for a minute that I am not supposed to be out of his sight.  As soon as I left, he was done being happy.  Even after I came back, I couldn't get him to so much as smile, let alone laugh or jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334690762487025154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sgig--yYzgI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Z6mgbE6rUe8/s400/IMG_5929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, let me out of here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sgig_DWYfcI/AAAAAAAAAeA/hl5gz0y4r5M/s1600-h/IMG_5931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334690763711741378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sgig_DWYfcI/AAAAAAAAAeA/hl5gz0y4r5M/s400/IMG_5931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I didn't rescue him, it quickly turned to this.  Isn't that sad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-7605770102730078132?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/7605770102730078132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=7605770102730078132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/7605770102730078132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/7605770102730078132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/05/serious-separation-anxiety.html' title='Serious Separation Anxiety'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sgig-5c4K9I/AAAAAAAAAdw/vhAqISXbE38/s72-c/IMG_5926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-6379637681597673947</id><published>2009-05-11T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:54:14.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wyatt is 5!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe my little boy is 5! His latest toy interest is Transformers, so he wanted a Transformers party. We didn't have a real big party, but we did have fun celebrating with Nana, Grandpa Bruce, Sharon, Michelle, Zak, Ethan, Colby, and Sadie. He chose lasagna for dinner and we watched the Transformers movie. He got lots of fun toys, the best being his Transformers--the hard kind, not the easy kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SgidKN3CJHI/AAAAAAAAAdo/YCdjj-sQ0tI/s1600-h/IMG_5943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334686557465093234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SgidKN3CJHI/AAAAAAAAAdo/YCdjj-sQ0tI/s400/IMG_5943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SgidKJgHKdI/AAAAAAAAAdg/NKnc0-1GG28/s1600-h/IMG_5957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334686556295211474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SgidKJgHKdI/AAAAAAAAAdg/NKnc0-1GG28/s400/IMG_5957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SgidJtXPXZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/a08qEEyJGjw/s1600-h/IMG_5960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334686548741807506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SgidJtXPXZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/a08qEEyJGjw/s400/IMG_5960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SgidJfOH-OI/AAAAAAAAAdI/hdp0lx7KX5w/s1600-h/IMG_5971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334686544945477858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SgidJfOH-OI/AAAAAAAAAdI/hdp0lx7KX5w/s400/IMG_5971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-6379637681597673947?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/6379637681597673947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=6379637681597673947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/6379637681597673947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/6379637681597673947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/05/wyatt-is-5.html' title='Wyatt is 5!'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SgidKN3CJHI/AAAAAAAAAdo/YCdjj-sQ0tI/s72-c/IMG_5943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-1582242549280983372</id><published>2009-05-11T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:36:53.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day to Me!</title><content type='html'>Madison brought me a card from school (a fill in the blank type).  She says, her words are in purple:  My mom is the most wonderful mom in the whole world!  She's as pretty as a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;motal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (model).  She weighs &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; and is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gorgeice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  Her favorite food is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;spugety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  In the days when Mom was little, she used to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;like school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  I think Mom looks funny when &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she runs with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  I know she is mad when &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she yells my name out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  I wish mom would &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;play a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with me every day.  I wouldn't trade my mom for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!  I think my mom is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;exulint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!  I love her very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure love being a mom.  I'm grateful for mother's day, not so much for the time to get gifts and to celebrate me (although that part's good!), but for the time to remind me just how lucky I am to be a mom.  I have great kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-1582242549280983372?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/1582242549280983372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=1582242549280983372' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/1582242549280983372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/1582242549280983372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-to-me.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day to Me!'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-481767295831099724</id><published>2009-04-20T11:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:18:06.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Egg-citement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Se1HLbXtgNI/AAAAAAAAAdA/aWejByH3H6E/s1600-h/IMG_5906.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Easter week in pictures (lots of them)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Monday before Easter we dyed eggs with our friends, the Burns'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326836787642791522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sey51efudmI/AAAAAAAAAbI/aDQtvh3UvJs/s400/IMG_5805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then, since one egg-dying session a year isn't enough, we did it again on Saturday with the Price's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326836792782944322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sey51xpO-EI/AAAAAAAAAbY/nKpirwoNcJU/s400/IMG_5843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326836789798553954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sey51mhsyWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3ij4D-Fh6TA/s400/IMG_5836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326836793591169058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sey510p7gCI/AAAAAAAAAbg/rPggxrQwIQ8/s400/IMG_5858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had to find all of our special dyed eggs, along with a bunch of plastic ones. There were more than enough eggs to go around! Cousin Colby, Wyatt, Madison holding baby cousin Sadie, and cousin Ethan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326836798354889298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sey52GZsGlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/WiYoVX7TZ9g/s400/IMG_5873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a fun day with the Price's, we had to head home so the Easter Bunny could come. That amazing Easter Bunny knows all of the kids names. He brought Levi a bunny, some balls, and a bath toy. He brought Wyatt a plastic bat and ball, some flip-flops, and a Webkinz. He brought Madison a jumprope, some flip-flops, and a Webkinz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326846122621181234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SezCU2AAnTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/NEyF-7mu-lQ/s400/IMG_5880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326846129405331106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SezCVPRehqI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ptPW3E9Vvrk/s400/IMG_5882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326846127490874530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SezCVIJCPKI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ANXK38KZGJM/s400/IMG_5881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love these kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326846130473560802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SezCVTQKauI/AAAAAAAAAcI/xCsBx1-jsfU/s400/IMG_5890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Dad had to work on Easter, we went to visit him at the fire station. We were surprised to find eggs everywhere! We found them on the fire trucks, around the station, and even in the supply room. Dad even gave the kids Biohazard bags to use as their egg-collecting baskets. The firefighters all thought the kids looked great dressed up in their Easter clothes. They especially loved Levi's little tie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326846137331218770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SezCVszJ-VI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Falgphi0l1o/s400/IMG_5891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326849291840300962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SezFNUQup6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/m3qXsNVZ2hc/s400/IMG_5896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326992188561758226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Se1HLACBGBI/AAAAAAAAAc4/FJKNw4Tuosk/s400/IMG_5898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SezFN3nntqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/vq-g2n_niFg/s1600-h/IMG_5894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326849301331556002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SezFN3nntqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/vq-g2n_niFg/s400/IMG_5894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SezFNlO5lII/AAAAAAAAAcg/1tUJHBiyXX4/s1600-h/IMG_5902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326849296396031106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SezFNlO5lII/AAAAAAAAAcg/1tUJHBiyXX4/s400/IMG_5902.JPG" border="0" /&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/1195705770763735748-481767295831099724?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/481767295831099724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=481767295831099724' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/481767295831099724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/481767295831099724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-egg-citement.html' title='Easter Egg-citement!'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sey51efudmI/AAAAAAAAAbI/aDQtvh3UvJs/s72-c/IMG_5805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-6885338507441747138</id><published>2009-04-20T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:00:47.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sey3HzV__UI/AAAAAAAAAbA/IiOnz28iTNA/s1600-h/IMG_5817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326833803941903682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sey3HzV__UI/AAAAAAAAAbA/IiOnz28iTNA/s400/IMG_5817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday night is movie night at our house.  More often than not, this is how movie night ends for Madison--backwards on the recliner, head in hands, fast asleep.  (Saturday morning is usually movie morning so she can see how it ended.)  Wyatt, on the other hand, will make it through any movie, no matter how tired he is, or how long the movie is, or how many times he has seen it.  The kids think movie night is such a treat for them.  I love the break from the normal nightly routine.&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/1195705770763735748-6885338507441747138?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/6885338507441747138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=6885338507441747138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/6885338507441747138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/6885338507441747138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/04/movie-night.html' title='Movie Night'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/Sey3HzV__UI/AAAAAAAAAbA/IiOnz28iTNA/s72-c/IMG_5817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-741678464055740658</id><published>2009-04-03T11:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:08:11.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My STAR of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdZavYEspwI/AAAAAAAAAao/_i63bpdxD-c/s1600-h/IMG_5793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320539779747325698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdZavYEspwI/AAAAAAAAAao/_i63bpdxD-c/s400/IMG_5793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Madison has been so excited for star of the week since the very beginning of school. It was FINALLY her turn! She told her first grade class all about herself and got to bring in some of her favorite things. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name: Madison Jill Elam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday: March 23, 2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where I was born: Tucson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite food: Lasagna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite color: Pink and blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wish: To fly to the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I do well: Swim and jumprope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite book: A Bad, Bad Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A person I admire: My mom and dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I like most about our school: My friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320541886944249042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdZcqB_mBNI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4mo1FJ9yKlc/s400/IMG_5798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Today was "50's" spirit day at school in preparation for the "Happy Days" school carnival tomorrow.  If the kids brought $1 to school, they could be out of uniform and dress up in 50's clothes.  What a deal.  And the first I heard of this was the flyer she brought home from school yesterday afternoon.  I don't have much of a 50's wardrobe lying around and decided we weren't going to dress up (and save our dollar for something good).  But when Levi wakes up at 5 am, what else could I do all morning?  I made a poodle skirt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-741678464055740658?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/741678464055740658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=741678464055740658' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/741678464055740658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/741678464055740658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-star-of-week.html' title='My STAR of the Week'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdZavYEspwI/AAAAAAAAAao/_i63bpdxD-c/s72-c/IMG_5793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-2823043265878989860</id><published>2009-04-01T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:18:07.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy April Fools Day, You Fools!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdO6NTfvXNI/AAAAAAAAAag/psh8IV7VJkE/s1600-h/IMG_5792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319800322589154514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdO6NTfvXNI/AAAAAAAAAag/psh8IV7VJkE/s400/IMG_5792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope you all have some really good jokes going today! We had April Fools dinner last night since Darin is working today. I had the food all ready to go in the oven last night, and waited and waited and waited for the oven to preheat. I finally opened it to see if it was feeling hot. No heat, just lots of gas smell. Ha ha, funny joke. Broken oven. While I carried the food to our neighbor's oven, Darin dismantled ours. And being the handy husband that he is, he was able to fix it. Good thing, because our warranty just ran out exactly four months ago. Isn't that the way it goes? We had cupcakes for dinner (meatloaf with mashed potato frosting), biscuits with ketchup (strawberry jam in the ketchup bottle that we just happened to finish off at lunchtime), and chocolate milk (pudding...this was so funny when Madison tried to pour it). Darin asked me how long it took me to put the jam in the ketchup bottle. Not long, I just did it while the oven was preheating! I found the recipe for the cupcakes a few years ago, and have made them every year since. Besides the fun, they are really good and not hard to make. Madison asks for them all year. Here's the recipe if you want to try them tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April Fools' Colorful Cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lb. ground beef&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup grated Monterey Jack cheese&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons ketchup&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp celery salt (I didn't have this-I used salt and celery seed)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cups mashed potatoes (Real are better, but I used instant)&lt;br /&gt;food coloring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat the oven to 375 degrees. Line 12 muffin tin cups with foil bake cups.&lt;br /&gt;In a large bowl, mix together first six ingredients until well combined. Divide the mixture evenly among the lined cups (the liners should be about 3/4 full).&lt;br /&gt;Place the filled muffin tins on cookie sheets and bake the cupcakes for about 15 minutes or until cooked through.&lt;br /&gt;Divide the mashed potatoes among three small bowls and stir in a few drops of food coloring into each batch to create blue, yellow, and pink pastel frostings. Spread a generous dollop on each cupcake. Makes 12 cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this blog for a fun April Fool's video, and a contest!  &lt;a href="http://lilypstudio.typepad.com/lily_p_studio_and_design_/"&gt;http://lilypstudio.typepad.com/lily_p_studio_and_design_/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-2823043265878989860?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/2823043265878989860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=2823043265878989860' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/2823043265878989860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/2823043265878989860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-april-fools-day-you-fools.html' title='Happy April Fools Day, You Fools!'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdO6NTfvXNI/AAAAAAAAAag/psh8IV7VJkE/s72-c/IMG_5792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-8779359695000706704</id><published>2009-03-30T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:54:30.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wyatt Goes to Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdEh3AOkQGI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Yt_WSjS8iYU/s1600-h/IMG_5790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319069863738884194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdEh3AOkQGI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Yt_WSjS8iYU/s400/IMG_5790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wyatt started preschool today.  It is a home-based preschool with eight kids and a great teacher.  I think it will be just right for him.  He was a little nervous when I dropped him off this morning, but he came home so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-8779359695000706704?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/8779359695000706704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=8779359695000706704' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/8779359695000706704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/8779359695000706704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/03/wyatt-goes-to-preschool.html' title='Wyatt Goes to Preschool'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdEh3AOkQGI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Yt_WSjS8iYU/s72-c/IMG_5790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-9153605763739298738</id><published>2009-03-30T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:43:58.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We celebrated Madison's birthday on Friday with 10 of her friends. She invited girls from primary, school, girl scouts, and the neighborhood. Just before the party started, I was a little intimidated, knowing I would be severely outnumbered by little girls. No need to fear...they were amazingly well-behaved and we had a great time. We had hot dogs for dinner, then played "pin the nose on the puppy" and "puppy walk" (like a cake walk except they walked on puppy paw prints, and the prizes were stuffed puppies). After all of them won a puppy, they got to choose a name for their puppies. Then Darin engraved the names on little dog tags for them, and we attached them to a little puppy collar. After cake (don't miss my amazing cake decorating skills) and ice cream and a big pile of presents, the girls all spread out their blankets and pillows and we watched the movie "Bolt" about a super dog. I'm so proud of my super seven-year-old. Happy Birthday, Madison! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdEaJGFMPdI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/1n3dMGP41lk/s1600-h/IMG_5769.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319066857962215250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdEfIC1kF1I/AAAAAAAAAaI/S5eyUhv4lKI/s400/IMG_5769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Can't believe she's 7!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319066362386194306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdEerMrCH4I/AAAAAAAAAaA/So2L2S7mc8k/s400/IMG_5760.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Doing the Puppy Walk--I love that Madison is wiggling loose teeth as she walks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdEaISHsfJI/AAAAAAAAAZo/2QtBfxI1u4s/s1600-h/IMG_5763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319061364506655890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdEaISHsfJI/AAAAAAAAAZo/2QtBfxI1u4s/s400/IMG_5763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of the girls with their puppies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319066863117958242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdEfIWCyfGI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/3VlxFdvRRp0/s400/IMG_5768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute girls!  I'm so glad she has such fun, nice girls as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319061364105312146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdEaIQoAd5I/AAAAAAAAAZw/0jPOLDPB49o/s400/IMG_5759.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Amazing, huh?  The dumb sprinkles wouldn't even stick to the cake.  Just call me if you are in need of my services for your next party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdEaHdoOZAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/YMDX1A59VHE/s1600-h/IMG_5760.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/1195705770763735748-9153605763739298738?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/9153605763739298738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=9153605763739298738' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/9153605763739298738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/9153605763739298738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/03/puppy-party.html' title='Puppy Party'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdEfIC1kF1I/AAAAAAAAAaI/S5eyUhv4lKI/s72-c/IMG_5769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-4400362933714473082</id><published>2009-03-30T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:31:07.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got It Going On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Amaaaazing Madison" and her cousin "The Amaaaaazing Sarah" put on a fashion show for me the other day. I was cracking up at the music they chose for their modeling walk: "You got it, got it, got it, got it going on..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319059296000339346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdEYP4VW7ZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/0OMzcg2Lz08/s400/IMG_5771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319059304990953138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdEYQZ04zrI/AAAAAAAAAZA/9CKRRYr0rnw/s400/IMG_5781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319059314472264194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdEYQ9JaIgI/AAAAAAAAAZI/JXatMNPIlW0/s400/IMG_5784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319059320532126338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdEYRTuMSoI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Yn4MgFdaGnA/s400/IMG_5785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319059327297904018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdEYRs7R3ZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/FDJ9rNqkgNk/s400/IMG_5788.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-4400362933714473082?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/4400362933714473082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=4400362933714473082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/4400362933714473082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/4400362933714473082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-got-it-going-on.html' title='You Got It Going On'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SdEYP4VW7ZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/0OMzcg2Lz08/s72-c/IMG_5771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-2617052352661185268</id><published>2009-03-24T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:01:29.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Babies</title><content type='html'>I finally took my kids to get their pictures taken with all three of them together. I may be just slightly biased, but I think they're pretty darn cute. Take a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScpU6bUOWOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/xPgudUyZ-TM/s1600-h/8845e9c7-1417-11de-8e88-0015172f3dfcw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317155672806021346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScpU6bUOWOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/xPgudUyZ-TM/s400/8845e9c7-1417-11de-8e88-0015172f3dfcw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScpU6YA9hjI/AAAAAAAAAYo/-xf6nv9aVfg/s1600-h/60a251bf-1416-11de-8e88-0015172f3dfcw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317155671919920690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScpU6YA9hjI/AAAAAAAAAYo/-xf6nv9aVfg/s400/60a251bf-1416-11de-8e88-0015172f3dfcw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScpU6Q9k6ZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/teqKhEaFzmc/s1600-h/14dd94fd-1418-11de-8e88-0015172f3dfcw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317155670026676626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScpU6Q9k6ZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/teqKhEaFzmc/s400/14dd94fd-1418-11de-8e88-0015172f3dfcw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScpU55VsGoI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Uc-kapv-8DA/s1600-h/f9f32bab-1417-11de-8e88-0015172f3dfcw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317155663685360258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScpU55VsGoI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Uc-kapv-8DA/s400/f9f32bab-1417-11de-8e88-0015172f3dfcw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScpUh-Be6II/AAAAAAAAAYQ/2t7PUfwZN0s/s1600-h/2e612d0c-1416-11de-8e88-0015172f3dfcw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317155252625926274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScpUh-Be6II/AAAAAAAAAYQ/2t7PUfwZN0s/s400/2e612d0c-1416-11de-8e88-0015172f3dfcw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScpUhnKvqPI/AAAAAAAAAYI/bFs0HsBiWBk/s1600-h/2ec7b70f-1416-11de-8e88-0015172f3dfcw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317155246490757362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScpUhnKvqPI/AAAAAAAAAYI/bFs0HsBiWBk/s400/2ec7b70f-1416-11de-8e88-0015172f3dfcw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScpUhrSG67I/AAAAAAAAAYA/DjitPday9Zk/s1600-h/2f3ee2e2-1416-11de-8e88-0015172f3dfcw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317155247595383730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScpUhrSG67I/AAAAAAAAAYA/DjitPday9Zk/s400/2f3ee2e2-1416-11de-8e88-0015172f3dfcw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScpUhkYLOFI/AAAAAAAAAX4/k4cYahxWFpo/s1600-h/2d66ee85-1416-11de-8e88-0015172f3dfcw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317155245741783122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScpUhkYLOFI/AAAAAAAAAX4/k4cYahxWFpo/s400/2d66ee85-1416-11de-8e88-0015172f3dfcw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-2617052352661185268?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/2617052352661185268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=2617052352661185268' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/2617052352661185268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/2617052352661185268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-babies.html' title='My Babies'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScpU6bUOWOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/xPgudUyZ-TM/s72-c/8845e9c7-1417-11de-8e88-0015172f3dfcw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-92120102014210587</id><published>2009-03-17T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:14:49.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Miss Manners,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScASl8qd-AI/AAAAAAAAAXw/TNuIGKuE_0I/s1600-h/IMG_5718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314268003445897218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScASl8qd-AI/AAAAAAAAAXw/TNuIGKuE_0I/s400/IMG_5718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have an etiquette question. What do you do when your daughter gets sick in the middle of a playdate? And we have invited the whole family to come for a playdate. And we have just met this family. And the playdate happens to involve making sugar cookies for St. Patrick's Day. And sick daughter has touched nearly all of the cookie dough. And then all of a sudden she needs to tell me something. Whisper, whisper, "I think I'm going to throw up." Proceed to bathroom. Throw up. Throw up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now...do I send them home? Do I throw all of the cookies away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left it up to the other mother. We went with the "all the germs cook out" theory or the "it might have been something she ate" theory. Anyway, sorry new friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Green Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-92120102014210587?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/92120102014210587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=92120102014210587' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/92120102014210587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/92120102014210587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-miss-manners.html' title='Dear Miss Manners,'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScASl8qd-AI/AAAAAAAAAXw/TNuIGKuE_0I/s72-c/IMG_5718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-7047153137177089330</id><published>2009-03-17T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:00:39.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the Mountains</title><content type='html'>When we asked Madison what she wanted to do while she was on spring break, the only thing she came up with was "go to the mountains."  So go to the mountains we did.  We drove around and hiked around.  We roasted hot dogs.  I think the kids were a little concerned about the whole fire thing.  Their dad's job is to put out fires...and here he is making one.  I love getting them out in nature.  I love to see how their personalities shift a little and some of their normal fears and inhibitions are gone.  Madison and Wyatt went off hiking up the hill by themselves.  I overheard:  "Wyatt, you might get a little scratched up, but that's just part of hiking."  (From my children who almost always have at least one band aid on, and four or five is not all too uncommon).  And then:  "Wyatt, remember, break sticks, break sticks, break sticks."  Then Wyatt's chant starts: "break sticks, break sticks, break sticks."   What little trail-blazers.  Even Levi got a taste of the great outdoors (literally).  We tried (unsuccessfully) to teach them to skip rocks, a skill that Darin is really good at, and I seem to have completely lost any skill I once had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314260926421645330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScAMKAsZuBI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zzC_ByoIGVk/s400/IMG_5697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314260950574942786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScAMLaq_ykI/AAAAAAAAAXg/VgEWGCee05M/s400/IMG_5709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScAMLi6IQzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/y-ZVNsa9JoU/s1600-h/IMG_5716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314260952785896242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScAMLi6IQzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/y-ZVNsa9JoU/s400/IMG_5716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScAMKt3R42I/AAAAAAAAAXY/gM--I1ZQLKs/s1600-h/IMG_5705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314260938546864994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScAMKt3R42I/AAAAAAAAAXY/gM--I1ZQLKs/s400/IMG_5705.JPG" border="0" /&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/1195705770763735748-7047153137177089330?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/7047153137177089330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=7047153137177089330' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/7047153137177089330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/7047153137177089330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-to-mountains.html' title='Going to the Mountains'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScAMKAsZuBI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zzC_ByoIGVk/s72-c/IMG_5697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-9188389962319237530</id><published>2009-03-15T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:36:44.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tucson Festival of Books</title><content type='html'>The kids and I went to the Tucson Festival of Books Saturday at the U of A. They had a great time collecting cheap little prizes and seeing storybook characters. Wyatt thought they were cool to look at but wouldn't get close to them, while Madison had to hug every one. They had some great activities for the kids...I don't even know how many different bookmarks we made! Levi was a good sport and rode happily in the stroller almost the whole four hours we were there. It was also fun to show the kids where I went to college and explain to them about college life. I have so many good memories there. It was crazy to see how much everything has changed in the few years I've been away. I asked the kids after if they were going to go to college. Madison: "Yeah, but I'm not going to live at college." Wyatt: "Me too. I'm not going to live at college either." They may change their minds in a few years! We had a fun day. It was nice to have an excuse to be outside all day because it was fabulous weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScAH6kJ9kuI/AAAAAAAAAXA/_mlWxEf_mes/s1600-h/IMG_5680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314256263016452834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScAH6kJ9kuI/AAAAAAAAAXA/_mlWxEf_mes/s400/IMG_5680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Madison with Ronald McDonald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScAH6IFPVOI/AAAAAAAAAW4/PbUUmiVWppI/s1600-h/IMG_5687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314256255480452322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScAH6IFPVOI/AAAAAAAAAW4/PbUUmiVWppI/s400/IMG_5687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Levi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314257684761934674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScAJNUkf-1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/ZK4wvbRaW1k/s400/IMG_5678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wyatt decorating a canvas bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScAH5iI5PcI/AAAAAAAAAWw/52aCpGCWsJg/s1600-h/IMG_5682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314256245295234498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScAH5iI5PcI/AAAAAAAAAWw/52aCpGCWsJg/s400/IMG_5682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goofy Wyatt making a bookmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScAH46hsbII/AAAAAAAAAWo/qDxLjH_wqhI/s1600-h/IMG_5679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314256234661833858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScAH46hsbII/AAAAAAAAAWo/qDxLjH_wqhI/s400/IMG_5679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Madison with the mouse from "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScAH4aqLvCI/AAAAAAAAAWg/EjyQAaMrngI/s1600-h/IMG_5691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314256226107505698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScAH4aqLvCI/AAAAAAAAAWg/EjyQAaMrngI/s400/IMG_5691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Letters Y and X.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-9188389962319237530?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/9188389962319237530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=9188389962319237530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/9188389962319237530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/9188389962319237530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/03/tucson-festival-of-books.html' title='Tucson Festival of Books'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/ScAH6kJ9kuI/AAAAAAAAAXA/_mlWxEf_mes/s72-c/IMG_5680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-3295900793929369056</id><published>2009-03-06T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:38:51.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Tag</title><content type='html'>If you read this, then you've been tagged.The things in bold are things you've done. Just copy, paste and change it to apply to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Been to Disneyland/world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Italy&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in person&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Held a pig&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Donated blood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating (do fish count?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92.????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100. Been on the news&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-3295900793929369056?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/3295900793929369056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=3295900793929369056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/3295900793929369056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/3295900793929369056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun-tag.html' title='Fun Tag'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-7173158685799580387</id><published>2009-01-14T14:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:37:30.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>Mom is proud that Levi is now eating solid food and sitting up on his own.&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt is proud of Levi's first brown poop today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291281702753540434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5orJsmGVI/AAAAAAAAAWA/zqXseBji4MI/s400/IMG_4613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5oro_bWTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/iQ_dsmlerZ8/s1600-h/20090114_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291281711154026802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5oro_bWTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/iQ_dsmlerZ8/s400/20090114_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291281714598177810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5or10k7BI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/GcONKn9WIM4/s400/20090114_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I was going to get the camera to take pictures of Levi sitting up, Madison yells from the other room that Levi has a problem with his diaper. I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291281718518410674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5osEbO7bI/AAAAAAAAAWY/QDMXuLNeXIo/s400/20090114_0012.JPG" border="0" /&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/1195705770763735748-7173158685799580387?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/7173158685799580387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=7173158685799580387' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/7173158685799580387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/7173158685799580387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/01/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5orJsmGVI/AAAAAAAAAWA/zqXseBji4MI/s72-c/IMG_4613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-5283929663936589519</id><published>2009-01-14T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:22:30.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Miss "The Show"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Welcoom to my show. Ples do not look ovre the crtin. babys ulowd if ther quiyit. Thak-you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291278019590349090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5lUw2D4SI/AAAAAAAAAVw/51ZpO3Fzidg/s400/IMG_4606.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Madison loves to put on shows for us. Someone really should teach her how to dress. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291278026358817362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5lVKDyglI/AAAAAAAAAV4/7_vi2X23lRQ/s400/IMG_4604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her brothers are watching patiently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-5283929663936589519?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/5283929663936589519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=5283929663936589519' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/5283929663936589519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/5283929663936589519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-miss-show.html' title='Don&apos;t Miss &quot;The Show&quot;'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5lUw2D4SI/AAAAAAAAAVw/51ZpO3Fzidg/s72-c/IMG_4606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-1521678217308647533</id><published>2009-01-14T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:14:26.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5jUgB5xwI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ZIRqPzk8PCQ/s1600-h/IMG_4596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291275816053360386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5jUgB5xwI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ZIRqPzk8PCQ/s400/IMG_4596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wishing all our friends and family a happy new year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-1521678217308647533?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/1521678217308647533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=1521678217308647533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/1521678217308647533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/1521678217308647533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009.html' title='Happy 2009!'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5jUgB5xwI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ZIRqPzk8PCQ/s72-c/IMG_4596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-2909743755039485483</id><published>2009-01-14T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:10:31.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, Finally</title><content type='html'>I spent the last two days cleaning my house--the first "real clean" since Christmas. So even though I am very slow posting Christmas pictures, I feel like I am finally emerging from the holiday madness and ready to get back to normal life. And normal life may even include some blog posts now and then! We had a great Christmas. We spent Christmas Eve with Darin's family (and Darin got to break out his "party shirt"), then Christmas day with mine. Santa found our house and the kids have been entertained with the new selection of toys. Wyatt got a "museum-quality" dinosaur skeleton replica. He and Darin put it together on Christmas, and now I have been moving it all around my house trying to find a place where it isn't in the way. It is four feet long! He also got a Buzz Lightyear, a light saber, a few new Pixar cars, movies, play-doh, games, crayons, clothes, etc. Madison got a play laptop, a dog that grows and knows her name, clothes, a jacket, shoes, movies, games, books, play-doh, crayons, and some pink Pixar cars. Levi has been loving his bouncing horse Christmas present that showed up in mid-December. Santa didn't have much left to bring him, but I don't think he minded too much. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5fMQDquBI/AAAAAAAAAU4/c_sXsLq0K10/s1600-h/IMG_4538_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291271276280330258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5fMQDquBI/AAAAAAAAAU4/c_sXsLq0K10/s400/IMG_4538_crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5fMAnA7VI/AAAAAAAAAUw/lRok4OICZaU/s1600-h/IMG_4526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291271272133619026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5fMAnA7VI/AAAAAAAAAUw/lRok4OICZaU/s400/IMG_4526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5fLxVW6MI/AAAAAAAAAUo/3sF43p4xk2w/s1600-h/IMG_4520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291271268033030338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5fLxVW6MI/AAAAAAAAAUo/3sF43p4xk2w/s400/IMG_4520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5fLv-O01I/AAAAAAAAAUg/xoepBVR6ow0/s1600-h/IMG_4516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291271267667596114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5fLv-O01I/AAAAAAAAAUg/xoepBVR6ow0/s400/IMG_4516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291269495879681730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5dknjExsI/AAAAAAAAATg/nctuM531upo/s400/IMG_4555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291269498898704674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5dkyy3aSI/AAAAAAAAATo/kwLKer_ACkU/s400/IMG_4560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291269514266729650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5dlsC43LI/AAAAAAAAAT4/NFu_60Yp5T4/s400/IMG_4572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291274072713943810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5hvBlZWwI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ad6CbYEjico/s400/IMG_4565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5dl_oFd6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/PZXH_eyONfQ/s1600-h/IMG_4573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291269519523018658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5dl_oFd6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/PZXH_eyONfQ/s400/IMG_4573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291270428220540946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5ea4ydSBI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/H7yhwBbi6PU/s400/IMG_4584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291270420554952370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5eacO1rrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/9m3QoRSTsvo/s400/IMG_4578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291273779493498098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5hd9QMbPI/AAAAAAAAAVY/c5WeBOIAqwk/s400/20081210_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-2909743755039485483?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/2909743755039485483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=2909743755039485483' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/2909743755039485483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/2909743755039485483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-finally.html' title='Christmas, Finally'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SW5fMQDquBI/AAAAAAAAAU4/c_sXsLq0K10/s72-c/IMG_4538_crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-2336109069699710395</id><published>2008-12-16T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:41:16.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids in Africa'/><title type='text'>Adventures in Africa</title><content type='html'>Madison and Wyatt are getting to do fun things and meet new people!  Take a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SUfm9iv_SwI/AAAAAAAAAS0/chEz_cr7-r0/s1600-h/IMG_9627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280443033089690370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SUfm9iv_SwI/AAAAAAAAAS0/chEz_cr7-r0/s400/IMG_9627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Future Missionary Wyatt with Elder Hutchison after Zone Conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SUfm9FGvg6I/AAAAAAAAASc/473XgP7HIz4/s1600-h/IMG_2054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280443025132061602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SUfm9FGvg6I/AAAAAAAAASc/473XgP7HIz4/s400/IMG_2054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Grandpa and Grandma by the pool at the hotel in Arusha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280443030934074450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SUfm9auDNFI/AAAAAAAAASs/2sbLeDl_eXk/s400/IMG_9614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bed in the hotel room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280443029695191602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SUfm9WGrWjI/AAAAAAAAASk/jiijv-dpPfA/s400/IMG_2063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Primary with the kids in the Arusha Branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280443034161511426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SUfm9mvh_AI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Vs_Pv77I-wc/s400/IMG_2161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Visiting Santa at the mall in Nairobi.  I love this one.  Good thing Grandma and Grandpa are taking them to see Santa, because Mom and Dad haven't taken them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-2336109069699710395?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/2336109069699710395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=2336109069699710395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/2336109069699710395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/2336109069699710395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/12/adventures-in-africa.html' title='Adventures in Africa'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SUfm9iv_SwI/AAAAAAAAAS0/chEz_cr7-r0/s72-c/IMG_9627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-8484516515122840549</id><published>2008-12-02T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:47:08.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison and Wyatt Go To Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/STV0JrNzGDI/AAAAAAAAASM/ySwgXIYjKJs/s1600-h/IMG_2051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275250248102647858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/STV0JrNzGDI/AAAAAAAAASM/ySwgXIYjKJs/s400/IMG_2051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275250252847975570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/STV0J85LDJI/AAAAAAAAASU/MbHDFQ6n1mE/s400/IMG_2052.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a long journey, Madison and Wyatt finally arrived to visit Grandma and Grandpa in Kenya. So far, they got to see Grandma's office and kick back and watch a little TV with Grandpa. Grandma has promised them lots of fun adventures, and Grandpa is thrilled to have them there (as you can see). Keep checking back to see what fun things they get to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-8484516515122840549?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/8484516515122840549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=8484516515122840549' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/8484516515122840549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/8484516515122840549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/12/madison-and-wyatt-go-to-africa.html' title='Madison and Wyatt Go To Africa'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/STV0JrNzGDI/AAAAAAAAASM/ySwgXIYjKJs/s72-c/IMG_2051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-4437199178944653188</id><published>2008-11-19T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:46:56.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bestest 7 Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SSSXL4LZ6QI/AAAAAAAAASE/8kHXTCKxugE/s1600-h/20081119_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270503694244899074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SSSXL4LZ6QI/AAAAAAAAASE/8kHXTCKxugE/s400/20081119_0204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Mom, he just made the bestest 7 ever!"  Madison and Wyatt have decided Levi is ready to learn how to color.&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/1195705770763735748-4437199178944653188?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/4437199178944653188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=4437199178944653188' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/4437199178944653188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/4437199178944653188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/11/bestest-7-ever.html' title='The Bestest 7 Ever'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SSSXL4LZ6QI/AAAAAAAAASE/8kHXTCKxugE/s72-c/20081119_0204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-962508690402477498</id><published>2008-11-19T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:37:17.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Labor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SSSTmJBb40I/AAAAAAAAAR8/AUczgD0cIeY/s1600-h/20081112_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270499747396576066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SSSTmJBb40I/AAAAAAAAAR8/AUczgD0cIeY/s400/20081112_0196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was time...It got that bad...I decided my floor really needed a hands and knees mop. So I got all of the stuff ready, and was down on the floor ready to start.&lt;br /&gt;Madison walks in, "Mom, what are you doing? Can I do it?"&lt;br /&gt;I try not to turn down the help (even though it's sometimes easier to do it myself). "Sure, grab a rag."&lt;br /&gt;"No, I want to do it myself."&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm sure I can find something more entertaining to do. She later allowed Wyatt to help. It kept them busy for an hour and a half. Can't beat that--a sparkling clean floor and two kids entertained for that long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-962508690402477498?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/962508690402477498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=962508690402477498' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/962508690402477498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/962508690402477498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/11/child-labor.html' title='Child Labor'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SSSTmJBb40I/AAAAAAAAAR8/AUczgD0cIeY/s72-c/20081112_0196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-8697777115927715618</id><published>2008-11-07T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T06:32:54.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Up With His Cousin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SRSuf0VoJsI/AAAAAAAAARc/px9Iz6fUzjM/s1600-h/Big+Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266025725951485634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SRSuf0VoJsI/AAAAAAAAARc/px9Iz6fUzjM/s400/Big+Smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi is practicing his "making friends" smile, kind of like &lt;a href="http://knippersfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-to-make-friends.html"&gt;Katelyn's&lt;/a&gt;. He doesn't quite have it down as good as her, but he's getting there. We've been able to get some little laughs out of him, but it never lasts long because he always gives himself hiccups. He doesn't have the cutest picture clothes on. I really should try his clothes on him before I get to the picture place. This was the spare outfit I carry in the diaper bag because the shirt I brought was way too big. And his pants aren't really 80's stonewashed, they just look that way in the picture.  But for all the work it takes to make the appointment, pack him up and drive 20 minutes, and try to time it right so he isn't hungry or asleep...we were going to take his pictures in cute clothes or not! Maybe that's why the photographer suggested we do some diaper shots (which turned out really cute, too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266028023411641058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SRSwljC0CuI/AAAAAAAAARk/g9mzJB8fAyY/s400/diaper+collection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266028027624440658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SRSwlyvOQ1I/AAAAAAAAARs/Nxc7zxUMIW0/s400/bw+closeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-8697777115927715618?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/8697777115927715618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=8697777115927715618' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/8697777115927715618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/8697777115927715618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/11/keeping-up-with-his-cousin.html' title='Keeping Up With His Cousin...'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SRSuf0VoJsI/AAAAAAAAARc/px9Iz6fUzjM/s72-c/Big+Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-3164730397980367889</id><published>2008-10-31T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:18:25.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing the Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQtZxwfpyRI/AAAAAAAAARM/sosAgVJSWgM/s1600-h/IMG_2935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQtZxwfpyRI/AAAAAAAAARM/sosAgVJSWgM/s400/IMG_2935.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263399300878682386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQtZxJJK72I/AAAAAAAAARE/A-PPm3gSiVw/s1600-h/IMG_2933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQtZxJJK72I/AAAAAAAAARE/A-PPm3gSiVw/s400/IMG_2933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263399290315403106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQtZHVF2k9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/MSeq84liEwo/s1600-h/IMG_2930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQtZHVF2k9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/MSeq84liEwo/s400/IMG_2930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263398571968205778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQtZHCgsLjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Z8M1Clqcifw/s1600-h/IMG_2921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQtZHCgsLjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Z8M1Clqcifw/s400/IMG_2921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263398566980496946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQtZG-rEfBI/AAAAAAAAAQs/eAMbo62ZK-4/s1600-h/IMG_2915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQtZG-rEfBI/AAAAAAAAAQs/eAMbo62ZK-4/s400/IMG_2915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263398565950290962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQtZGlI-BGI/AAAAAAAAAQk/FFHy-fq66Dg/s1600-h/IMG_2902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQtZGlI-BGI/AAAAAAAAAQk/FFHy-fq66Dg/s400/IMG_2902.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263398559096374370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQtZF8y6ulI/AAAAAAAAAQc/JgNNOwGiAvA/s1600-h/IMG_2894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQtZF8y6ulI/AAAAAAAAAQc/JgNNOwGiAvA/s400/IMG_2894.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263398548266465874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison started asking a few weeks ago if we could go to a real pumpkin patch this year.  Since we have never made it further than the Fry's pumpkin display before, we decided to oblige her, and go do the real thing.  We made the trek out to Buckelew Farms on Saturday, where we had our pick of hundreds and hundreds of pumpkins.  I was amazed at how many "perfect" ones there were.  You just don't find them that nice at the local grocery store a couple of days before Halloween.  They had tall, skinny ones, short, fat ones, and perfectly round ones in all sizes, as well as white ones and some dark orange warty variety.  We loved the horse-drawn wagon ride out to the pumpkin patches and then tromping through the vine-covered ground.  Wyatt only went down once with his feet tangled up in the vines. We did the petting zoo, which was cleaner and less odorous than many I have been in, and took advantage of some of the photo op spots (even some with cousins that we ran into there).  We had lunch that, although overpriced, was quite good for coming from a little carnival trailer. Madison picked out a nice big round pumpkin of the regular variety, Wyatt got a big dark warty one, and Levi got a cute little round one that was still half green.  We carved them up last night.  The kids (exception--Levi) drew their own faces on their pumpkins and carved them all by themselves.  We thought for sure Wyatt would give up and ask for help, as we learned the dark warty ones have very thick shells, but he sawed and sawed and sawed and...ended up with a nice looking jack-o-lantern that probably will last until Thanksgiving.  The warty one didn't smell like a pumpkin either.  Madison said it smelled like watermelon.  I was glad we had at least one regular one so we could get a good whiff of that once-a-year pumpkin slime smell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-3164730397980367889?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/3164730397980367889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=3164730397980367889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/3164730397980367889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/3164730397980367889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/10/doing-pumpkin-patch.html' title='Doing the Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQtZxwfpyRI/AAAAAAAAARM/sosAgVJSWgM/s72-c/IMG_2935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-2698852066842565398</id><published>2008-10-27T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:58:30.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>We had a halloween party at our house Friday night.  Check out some of the great costumes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-4b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2738188573456412747&amp;amp;site=widget-4b.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573456412747&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4b.slide.com/p1/2738188573456412747/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573456412747&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4b.slide.com/p2/2738188573456412747/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQVPnOW7-AI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DEDeQFnDi-Y/s400/_A189585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQVPmr9Q4pI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2ClA7LZRLZA/s1600-h/_A189555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261699265705599634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQVPmr9Q4pI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2ClA7LZRLZA/s400/_A189555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQU3L7dSjJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/nlugSbiK5tc/s1600-h/_A189520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261672417730923666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQU3L7dSjJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/nlugSbiK5tc/s400/_A189520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQU3LRgJxOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/i4WAbFk5phk/s1600-h/_A189508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261672406468642018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQU3LRgJxOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/i4WAbFk5phk/s400/_A189508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQU3LBnGt5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/N7l8tKBASVo/s1600-h/_A189466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261672402202834834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQU3LBnGt5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/N7l8tKBASVo/s400/_A189466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQU3KVwzcKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/UKwdWUWkOYI/s1600-h/_A189453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261672390432354466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQU3KVwzcKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/UKwdWUWkOYI/s400/_A189453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my friend &lt;a href="http://rey2cute.squarespace.com/rey2cuteblogspotcom/"&gt;Reyna&lt;/a&gt;'s amazing photography skills and my amazing costume-making skills, we got some great Halloween shots of the kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-973428395719339970?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/973428395719339970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=973428395719339970' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/973428395719339970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/973428395719339970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-love-halloween.html' title='We love Halloween!'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SQVPnOW7-AI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DEDeQFnDi-Y/s72-c/_A189585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-5472989741162126408</id><published>2008-10-15T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:43:50.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip!</title><content type='html'>We took a road trip last weekend to go to my friend's wedding in St. George and to visit family in Las Vegas. Lots of pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SPatoPABqHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2kN_y4sev-k/s1600-h/20081009_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257580521734645874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SPatoPABqHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2kN_y4sev-k/s400/20081009_0254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Levi, loving the break from the carseat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we pulled into Las Vegas, the first thing Madison told Nana was, "Levi cried the &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; way!" That was a huge exaggeration. There was a little crying involved, but I thought he did pretty well for how many hours he had to be strapped in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SPatojhDvUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LEb0Obv0mG0/s1600-h/20081010_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257580527241903426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SPatojhDvUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LEb0Obv0mG0/s400/20081010_0255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SPatoy51bRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Ut9swtVK860/s1600-h/20081010_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257580531372354834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SPatoy51bRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Ut9swtVK860/s400/20081010_0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darin and Papa building chicken boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa's neighbor raises chickens, and apparently they needed a place to lay their eggs, so Papa is hooking them up. Madison and Wyatt got to go see the chickens and pick up the eggs they had laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SPatpE4YKeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LmsfqfiGVD4/s1600-h/20081010_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257580536198080994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SPatpE4YKeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LmsfqfiGVD4/s400/20081010_0257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SPatpjZIF0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/XDFzg8aSwfM/s1600-h/20081010_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257580544388503362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SPatpjZIF0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/XDFzg8aSwfM/s400/20081010_0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Madison and Wyatt enjoying Nana's pool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mid-October is a little late to be swimming, but they actually stayed in longer than I thought they would. I love that I have very similar pictures of me swimming in this same pool when I was about their age. Nana and Papa's house has so many great memories for me of when I was a kid. I was telling Madison all weekend about the toys I used to play with there and the things I loved to do there when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257581296889271986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SPauVWrSlrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qgR-tU1R0UI/s400/20081011_0259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My friend Tracine's wedding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a fun wedding! They had their reception in a hangar at the St. George airport. The bride arrived in an old WWII plane, and the groom in a 1930's car, with all of the wedding guests there to greet them. We enjoyed a fabulous prime rib dinner and dancing (okay, we watched the dancing--we had the baby). Levi, who is usually the easiest baby around, didn't want to cooperate during the reception. Darin found a room with a big screen TV and comfortable couches, and he spent most of the time in there with the baby (and he was just fine with that!). Thanks to our old Tucson friends, the Calkins, for keeping Madison and Wyatt while we went to the reception. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257581303332378546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SPauVurcl7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/iVAk0Fcnpf8/s400/20081012_0260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257581305244671986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SPauV1zX3_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/AcEvpqc4-4w/s400/20081012_0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hanging out with the Calkins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had fun catching up. With their 6 kids, our 3, plus Darrel's parents that were in town, we had a full house...15 of us! All 9 kids spread out on the family room floor, and we took over their beds. Don't look too close at the picture. This is after we had all just rolled out of bed. Thanks for taking us in, Calkins. It was great to see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257581308814859314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SPauWDGknDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qTg9v5mVM2I/s400/20081012_0265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257581312854273602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SPauWSJpLkI/AAAAAAAAALE/DllUAPYWmlA/s400/20081012_0268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The pretty drive between St. George and Las Vegas, and cousins cleaning the yard at Nana's house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a great trip. It was nice to get away from our normal lives for a few days, and to give Darin a break from the hard work he has been doing lately. It was fun to see family and friends that we don't get to see very often. The kids did great in the car. I loved that we did the whole trip without the portable DVD player that we usually take for entertainment. We read books, listened to music, and played games, and didn't miss the movies a bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As always, even though we loved our little vacation, it's nice to be back home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-5472989741162126408?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/5472989741162126408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=5472989741162126408' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/5472989741162126408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/5472989741162126408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/10/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip!'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SPatoPABqHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2kN_y4sev-k/s72-c/20081009_0254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-1973417734788048420</id><published>2008-10-14T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:54:15.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wyatt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Levi'/><title type='text'>My Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SPV6RAKedBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nhb_rgYLBPw/s1600-h/20081008_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257242572545225746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SPV6RAKedBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nhb_rgYLBPw/s400/20081008_0252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My Brother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My brother's worth about two cents,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As far as I can see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I simply cannot understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why they would want a "he."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He spends a good part of his day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asleep inside the crib,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when he eats, he has to wear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A stupid baby bib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He cannot walk and cannot talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And cannot throw a ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In fact, he can't do anything--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's just no fun at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It would have been more sensible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As far as I can see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead of getting one like him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To get one just like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Marci Ridlon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt loves his baby brother. They are going to have so much fun together in a couple of years! Aren't they cute???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-1973417734788048420?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/1973417734788048420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=1973417734788048420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/1973417734788048420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/1973417734788048420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-boys.html' title='My Boys'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SPV6RAKedBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nhb_rgYLBPw/s72-c/20081008_0252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-2565234409325387816</id><published>2008-09-30T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:07:17.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><title type='text'>I Got Tagged!</title><content type='html'>8 TV shows I like to watch&lt;br /&gt;1. Jeopardy&lt;br /&gt;2. The Office&lt;br /&gt;3. The News&lt;br /&gt;4. Letterman&lt;br /&gt;5. America's Funniest Videos (My kids favorite)&lt;br /&gt;6. Wheel of Fortune&lt;br /&gt;7. Who Wants to be a Millionaire?&lt;br /&gt;8. Wipe Out (My kids second favorite...is it a problem if their favorite things to watch are people getting hurt?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things that happened yesterday&lt;br /&gt;1. Fed the baby, and fed the baby, and fed the baby, and...&lt;br /&gt;2. Started reading "My Antonia"&lt;br /&gt;3. Made sourdough starter&lt;br /&gt;4. Ground wheat&lt;br /&gt;5. Made pumpkin muffins&lt;br /&gt;6. Made invitations for a Halloween party&lt;br /&gt;7. Ironed patches on Madison's Girl Scout uniform&lt;br /&gt;8. Folded laundry&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I was very domestic yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 favorite places to eat&lt;br /&gt;1. Rubios&lt;br /&gt;2. Joe's Barbecue&lt;br /&gt;3. Manuel's&lt;br /&gt;4. Outside (camping, picnics)&lt;br /&gt;5. Texas Roadhouse&lt;br /&gt;6. Quizno's&lt;br /&gt;7. Nico's&lt;br /&gt;8. El Pollo Loco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I am looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;1. Trip to Utah next week for my college roommate's wedding&lt;br /&gt;2. My package that I ordered from Old Navy&lt;br /&gt;3. Making Halloween costumes&lt;br /&gt;4. Trick or Treating and Halloween parties&lt;br /&gt;5. Turkey&lt;br /&gt;6. Christmas shopping&lt;br /&gt;7. Cooler weather&lt;br /&gt;8. All of Levi's milestones in the next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things on my wish list&lt;br /&gt;1. A good night's sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. A whole day of kids not arguing (any advice anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;3. A clean house&lt;br /&gt;4. A landscaped backyard&lt;br /&gt;5. New pans&lt;br /&gt;6. A vacation&lt;br /&gt;7. A trip to Seattle to see Larissa&lt;br /&gt;8. A van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. Leah C.&lt;br /&gt;2. Heather P.&lt;br /&gt;3. Amanda J.&lt;br /&gt;4. Suzie S.&lt;br /&gt;5. Stacy L.&lt;br /&gt;6. Kris M.&lt;br /&gt;7. Jenise K.&lt;br /&gt;8. Donna E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-2565234409325387816?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/2565234409325387816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=2565234409325387816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/2565234409325387816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/2565234409325387816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-got-tagged.html' title='I Got Tagged!'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-2058570150772474891</id><published>2008-09-22T10:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:45:01.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Levi'/><title type='text'>Levi Smiles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SNfYHQzY6PI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eD8kyjd_Kwc/s1600-h/20080919_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248901510004795634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SNfYHQzY6PI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eD8kyjd_Kwc/s400/20080919_0204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Levi has been sharing his adorable wide-mouth smile for a few weeks now, but I can never seem to get a good picture of it.  Here's a cute smile, but I really love the one with his mouth wide open.  I'm sure we'll have plenty of pictures of it in the next few months.  Levi is two months old now, and is doing great.  He seems to be following the growth curves of his brother and sister, so we'll have another tall, skinny kid.  He loves his bathtime now and gets quite a workout every night in the bath, kicking and waving his arms.&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/1195705770763735748-2058570150772474891?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/2058570150772474891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=2058570150772474891' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/2058570150772474891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/2058570150772474891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/09/levi-smiles.html' title='Levi Smiles!'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SNfYHQzY6PI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eD8kyjd_Kwc/s72-c/20080919_0204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-1576557989938342380</id><published>2008-09-22T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:48:18.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wyatt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outing'/><title type='text'>Dinosaur Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SNfXV2tPHFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/szI2AGhO2Qo/s1600-h/20080918_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248900661186075730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SNfXV2tPHFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/szI2AGhO2Qo/s400/20080918_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In an attempt to get Wyatt out of the house, we took a trip to Tucson Botanical Gardens last week for their special "Dig" exhibit. Wyatt would rather stay home and play than go anywhere, and my attempts to run errands, go shopping, or even go out to do something fun, are often met with resistance (translation: crying, whining, complaining). Unfortunately, the stay home and play turns into too many hours of movies and computer games, so I decided we had to get out. We made it to storytime at the library one day, and to the Botanical Gardens another day. The dinosaur exhibit was fun, although not very extensive. They had a little treasure hunt set up throughout the gardens, and when we solved the puzzle, we were rewarded with...rocks. Okay, they were pretty cool petrified wood rocks, but I thought Wyatt was a little disappointed with his treasure. I changed my mind after we got home and he was telling Madison all about how it used to be wood and then it got buried in the ground for a long, long, long time and then it turned into rocks. I had never been to the botanical gardens before, and I actually liked it more than I thought I would. I think it would be even more impressive in the spring when more things are in bloom. We are planning to go back when they have their butterfly exhibit starting in November.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-1576557989938342380?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/1576557989938342380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=1576557989938342380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/1576557989938342380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/1576557989938342380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/09/dinosaur-land.html' title='Dinosaur Land'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SNfXV2tPHFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/szI2AGhO2Qo/s72-c/20080918_0190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-406169501345242190</id><published>2008-09-18T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:38:42.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of a Mother...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Wyatt said, "Mom, the only time you can sit still is when you are feeding the baby, huh?"  So I asked him, "What do I do the rest of the time?"&lt;br /&gt;"You just clean the house and curl your hair."&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's my life these days (although there's really not much hair curling going on).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-406169501345242190?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/406169501345242190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=406169501345242190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/406169501345242190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/406169501345242190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-of-mother.html' title='The Life of a Mother...'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-3618235151412400433</id><published>2008-09-09T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:56:37.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Levi'/><title type='text'>Levi's Blessing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SMaqXiJfwiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/q-wEIQrCEMs/s1600-h/20080907_0147_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244066137399869986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SMaqXiJfwiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/q-wEIQrCEMs/s400/20080907_0147_crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SMaW36R_FaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HDCWL1Yg9JU/s1600-h/20080907_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244044703401186722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SMaW36R_FaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HDCWL1Yg9JU/s400/20080907_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SMaW4HD9g8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/S2S6H2nHZoc/s1600-h/20080907_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244044706832024514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SMaW4HD9g8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/S2S6H2nHZoc/s400/20080907_0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SMaW4bUk93I/AAAAAAAAAHw/JSsm5mbz7to/s1600-h/20080907_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244044712270428018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SMaW4bUk93I/AAAAAAAAAHw/JSsm5mbz7to/s400/20080907_0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244047227339199442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SMaZK0rs09I/AAAAAAAAAII/wXUtte11qKs/s400/20080907_0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SMaW4nWBglI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mQ8DGPc80Z4/s1600-h/20080907_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244044715497718354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SMaW4nWBglI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mQ8DGPc80Z4/s400/20080907_0168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Levi was blessed by his dad on Sunday. It was a great day! Darin gave him a beautiful blessing, and we were happy to have so much family there. Grandnana and Papa came from Las Vegas, Aunt Janet came from Dallas, Chelsea came from LA, Nana from Gilbert, Grandpa Bruce from Chandler, the Lichlyters from Yuma, the Prices from Tucson, the Kluvers/Parisots from Vail, and the Elams from Tucson and Sahuarita. We appreciate all the miles traveled to be with us on our special day. When Darin and all of the other priesthood holders circled around Levi for the blessing, it hit me how blessed my children are to have that amazing circle of support and love that includes many generations. After the blessing, we all gathered at our house for a lunch of Hawaiian Haystacks and Sweet and Sour Meatballs. And we all put away lots of cookies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244044720877531810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SMaW47Yq8qI/AAAAAAAAAIA/C27M9mVmVCQ/s400/20080906_0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244048158514647858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SMaaBBlOkzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XBm9SET0uY0/s400/20080906_0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244048758694359330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SMaaj9bOMSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9zlcAyJJ-DI/s400/20080906_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The day before the blessing, we went on an excursion to Madera Canyon to have a picnic dinner and let the kids run and play. Nana and Papa hit the root beer pretty hard. The kids loved hiking and playing by the creek. Ethan fell in the water and soaked his shorts, but somehow his feet stayed completely dry. The kids even saw a few bear caves, and Lindsay was sure she saw the bear! These cousins get along so well. I love it when we have an excuse to get them together.&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/1195705770763735748-3618235151412400433?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/3618235151412400433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=3618235151412400433' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/3618235151412400433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/3618235151412400433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/09/levis-blessing-day.html' title='Levi&apos;s Blessing Day'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SMaqXiJfwiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/q-wEIQrCEMs/s72-c/20080907_0147_crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-6847353174062493105</id><published>2008-09-08T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:53:06.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wyatt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madison'/><title type='text'>I Didn't Mean To!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SMXIVPLSt5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/kf2ew_eujCI/s1600-h/20080825_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243817608319514514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SMXIVPLSt5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/kf2ew_eujCI/s400/20080825_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SMXH8jMmVVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oOnf4dqsERE/s1600-h/20080825_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243817184196973906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SMXH8jMmVVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oOnf4dqsERE/s400/20080825_0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So a few days ago, Madison and Wyatt were playing in the back yard. Since our back yard is just dirt for now, it usually turns into some play of this variety. When I went outside to check on them and see what they were up to, I saw this Wyatt, and the first words out of Madison's mouth were, "I didn't mean to!" I'm not sure how Wyatt got mud so perfectly placed in his face, but I'm sure it was purely accidental. Just like she "accidentally" pulled his hair the other day...hair that is about 1/4 inch long. She only looks sweet and innocent! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-6847353174062493105?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/6847353174062493105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=6847353174062493105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/6847353174062493105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/6847353174062493105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-didnt-mean-to.html' title='I Didn&apos;t Mean To!'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SMXIVPLSt5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/kf2ew_eujCI/s72-c/20080825_0115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-9097565748296423748</id><published>2008-08-28T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:16:38.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Favorite Quotes</title><content type='html'>I was going through some papers the other day, and I came across this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLcUZVngPDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vF1N8gpC4KU/s1600-h/quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239679117000981554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLcUZVngPDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vF1N8gpC4KU/s400/quote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I got this quote from someone when I was in college, and I had it hanging on my bulletin board all through my college years. When I saw it again, I remembered why it's one of my favorite quotes. I like that there is nobody--of the billions of people in the entire world--that is exactly the same, and those things that are different about each of us can be used to enrich our lives and the lives of others, even to make the world a better place. Since I quit working a few months ago to become a full-time stay-at-home mom, I think I sometimes don't feel like I'm making a difference in the world. Deep down I know that my influence is more important and my impact is longer lasting in my new job than my former, but you sure don't get frequent accolades or reassurance of a job well done. This quote was a huge reminder to me that it is my "unique strengths" that qualify me for this job...and that nobody else has exactly the same "insight" and "passion" to be a mother to my children. I'm sure I have long since been replaced at my former job, but I still have lots of work to do here at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always admired people who are very involved in community programs and volunteer in so many capacities. Someday, when my children are a little more independent, I have aspirations to expand my influence beyond the walls of my home. I will find my mission "to make the world a better place" and get involved in causes that I care about. For now, I am content to be at home and care for my babies (and type all of this one-handed because Levi wants to be held!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your favorite quote?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-9097565748296423748?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/9097565748296423748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=9097565748296423748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/9097565748296423748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/9097565748296423748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/08/favorite-quotes.html' title='Favorite Quotes'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLcUZVngPDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vF1N8gpC4KU/s72-c/quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-5477821106207106370</id><published>2008-08-25T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:22:27.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Levi'/><title type='text'>Levi's One Month Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLL49CRdIOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LsUfoFuz0XI/s1600-h/20080825_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLL49-kVR7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Ub0OPvpdA7k/s1600-h/20080825_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Levi is already a month old. I took him in to get his pictures taken last week. and literally the day before his appointment all of the hair on the top of his head fell out, he got a serious case of dandruff, and he broke out with baby acne all over his face. Oh well, the pictures turned out really cute. I'll share them after we get them back. But he's doing great. He's growing bigger and starting to be more active and alert. He's happy most of the time. We are still trying to coax that first real smile out of him. We are all loving having him as a part of our family. Here's a bunch of pictures for our far-away family. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLL0YlsWLWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MKco1-ORYyU/s1600-h/20080819_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238518019857460578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLL0YlsWLWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MKco1-ORYyU/s320/20080819_0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLL0ZBrJnvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/eziMzzhNigM/s1600-h/20080819_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238518027368636146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLL0ZBrJnvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/eziMzzhNigM/s320/20080819_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLL0ZS9tcUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QZ9mGJ-YIcU/s1600-h/20080823_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238518032009883970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLL0ZS9tcUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QZ9mGJ-YIcU/s320/20080823_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLL0aKzaD9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/AUjpyrPC8yM/s1600-h/20080823_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238518046999056338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLL0aKzaD9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/AUjpyrPC8yM/s320/20080823_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLL0abefROI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AJHnBu9jOH8/s1600-h/20080823_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238518051474719970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLL0abefROI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AJHnBu9jOH8/s320/20080823_0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238523067439458514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLL4-ZZrKNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5ujxJ6OqaDE/s320/20080825_0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238519108540274594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLL1X9Wjl6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Km9am2BOabU/s320/20080825_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238519118902172578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLL1Yj9Bm6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/zBvhq-mrUSI/s320/20080825_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238519147899843810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLL1aP-m9OI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XwWD0XQLz9E/s320/20080825_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thanks for the cute blanket, Larissa!&lt;br /&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/1195705770763735748-5477821106207106370?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/5477821106207106370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=5477821106207106370' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/5477821106207106370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/5477821106207106370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/08/levis-one-month-old.html' title='Levi&apos;s One Month Old!'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLL0YlsWLWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MKco1-ORYyU/s72-c/20080819_0069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-1692765555071271590</id><published>2008-08-23T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:15:18.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outing'/><title type='text'>Madera Canyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLAyqSZ435I/AAAAAAAAADg/9BXohRdtdmA/s1600-h/20080818_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237742068708204434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLAyqSZ435I/AAAAAAAAADg/9BXohRdtdmA/s320/20080818_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went on a family outing to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Madera&lt;/span&gt; Canyon this week.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Madera&lt;/span&gt; Canyon is a great hiking and picnic area that's not too far from our new house.  It was so pretty up there.  We saw a couple of deer and all kinds of cool bugs.  We saw plants and trees that weren't covered in thorns and even some mushrooms and other assorted fungi.  There is a little creek that is dry most of the year, but it was running from the Monsoon rains when we were there.  We picked Madison up from school in the 98 degree heat and headed up to the canyon, where it was in the 70's.  It was so nice to be outside and not feel like we were cooking!  The kids loved to run around out there.  They have been too cooped up all summer in this crazy AZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLAyqkLoWtI/AAAAAAAAADo/k14dFeAeQMs/s1600-h/20080818_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237742073480239826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLAyqkLoWtI/AAAAAAAAADo/k14dFeAeQMs/s320/20080818_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our whole family...even Levi is hiding somewhere in there.  He did great for his first outing in the baby carrier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLAysYOjD_I/AAAAAAAAADw/O_5rNSss38U/s1600-h/20080818_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237742104630988786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLAysYOjD_I/AAAAAAAAADw/O_5rNSss38U/s320/20080818_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad helped Madison and Wyatt cross the stream, and we didn't even have any wet-shoe mishaps!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLAys9erl0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/0T-glfwU3Hc/s1600-h/20080818_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237742114630768450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLAys9erl0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/0T-glfwU3Hc/s320/20080818_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our cute Madison!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLAytM_p5xI/AAAAAAAAAEA/d23bENYGtME/s1600-h/20080818_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237742118795601682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLAytM_p5xI/AAAAAAAAAEA/d23bENYGtME/s320/20080818_0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Madison's first time holding Levi while standing up.  No problem, right?  I stayed close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-1692765555071271590?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/1692765555071271590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=1692765555071271590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/1692765555071271590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/1692765555071271590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/08/madera-canyon.html' title='Madera Canyon'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SLAyqSZ435I/AAAAAAAAADg/9BXohRdtdmA/s72-c/20080818_0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-598595032844905761</id><published>2008-08-11T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:07:54.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike'/><title type='text'>I can ride my bike with no training wheels, no training wheels...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SKIlwd8RFlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yX_pgx8CFuQ/s1600-h/20080810_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233787231559292498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SKIlwd8RFlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yX_pgx8CFuQ/s320/20080810_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Another thing to add to my "She's growing up too fast" list...the training wheels came off last night! We dug out the knee and elbow pads, then Darin chased her around trying to stay close enough to catch her if she was going down. The first stop surprised her. She put on the brakes and the bike immediately tipped over. She was able to catch herself though, and then she figured out how to brake and then put her foot down. She cruised around for a little while with no major mishaps. A little more practice, and that will be one more step of growing up that we can officially check off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-598595032844905761?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/598595032844905761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=598595032844905761' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/598595032844905761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/598595032844905761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-can-ride-my-bike-with-no-training.html' title='I can ride my bike with no training wheels, no training wheels...'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SKIlwd8RFlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yX_pgx8CFuQ/s72-c/20080810_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-8520939638183717973</id><published>2008-08-06T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:05:55.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wyatt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madison'/><title type='text'>Invasion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SJn9ZtI2mcI/AAAAAAAAACc/mXdhBiKNm7U/s1600-h/20080805_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231491060222826946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SJn9ZtI2mcI/AAAAAAAAACc/mXdhBiKNm7U/s320/20080805_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are being invaded by these nasty things! If any of you have called me in the last couple of days, you've probably heard all about them, because Wyatt tells anyone who will listen about the "catepittars." The pediatrician and the AC service guy were especially impressed. We first saw them on the way to church on Sunday. They were all over the road by the church. Then by that night, they had found our cul-de-sac. They are coming out of the desert by our house by the hundreds.  There were about 30 on our driveway yesterday, and 10 crawling up our mailbox, and one had crawled up the house almost to the roof. They are everywhere in the rocks, and we watched one devour a leaf of a weed in our backyard in about 3 seconds. I ran over one when I backed out of the garage, and its guts shot about two feet. Our driveway is covered in slime, either from them being squished, or from the green substance they emit (I'm not sure which end it comes from) when they are threatened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SJn9aMHsCUI/AAAAAAAAACk/ffyORLV04uA/s1600-h/20080805_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231491068539439426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SJn9aMHsCUI/AAAAAAAAACk/ffyORLV04uA/s320/20080805_0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My fearless hunter.  Stepping on them would be too easy.  Wyatt is using a metal bat to squish them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SJn9asmHcYI/AAAAAAAAACs/smI9XJHSIUY/s1600-h/20080805_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231491077256999298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SJn9asmHcYI/AAAAAAAAACs/smI9XJHSIUY/s320/20080805_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Madison took over the bat.  Wyatt now has a plastic sand toy that he covers them with and says, "Now you can't see your friends!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-8520939638183717973?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/8520939638183717973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=8520939638183717973' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/8520939638183717973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/8520939638183717973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/08/invasion.html' title='Invasion!'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SJn9ZtI2mcI/AAAAAAAAACc/mXdhBiKNm7U/s72-c/20080805_0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-4433736372642231393</id><published>2008-08-06T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:52:16.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>First Day of First Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SJnjZY7XJrI/AAAAAAAAACU/__3hK8jDi_8/s1600-h/20080805_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231462467495208626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SJnjZY7XJrI/AAAAAAAAACU/__3hK8jDi_8/s320/20080805_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is!  My big girl, on her first day of first grade.  We do uniforms at our school, so it kind of takes the fun out of school clothes shopping, but at least she got some pink converse shoes with little hearts all over them to jazz up her outfit a little.  We added a pink glitter headband to maximize the pink factor, and a girly brown and turquoise butterfly backpack, and all in all, the uniform isn't too bad!  She had a great first day, and the first thing she asked is if she gets to go back tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-4433736372642231393?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/4433736372642231393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=4433736372642231393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/4433736372642231393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/4433736372642231393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-first-grade.html' title='First Day of First Grade'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SJnjZY7XJrI/AAAAAAAAACU/__3hK8jDi_8/s72-c/20080805_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-6373561783018386432</id><published>2008-08-06T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:43:05.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Back to School...Let's Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SJnegwHkTLI/AAAAAAAAACM/hwYnuF38CI0/s1600-h/20080804_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231457096421362866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SJnegwHkTLI/AAAAAAAAACM/hwYnuF38CI0/s320/20080804_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Madison was so excited to start first grade...seemed like a great reason to celebrate! Sunday night, Darin taught the kids how to play Uno in honor of starting 1st grade. Then we attempted to document the day on video, but our video camera wasn't cooperating. We had big slices of yummy Jello Poke Cake that Madison helped make. Then we topped off the evening with a back to school blessing from Dad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday afternoon was "Meet and Greet" at the school where we got to go and meet Madison's teacher and see the classroom. Her teacher is Ms. Kastigar. From the few minutes I spent with her, I was really impressed. This will be her third year teaching, and she seems so excited. The classroom is set up really nice. The kids have their own desks, different from the kindergarten tables. Madison sits next to a girl that was on her soccer team last year. She says, "That's good I get to sit by Ashley so she can keep me safe and I can keep her safe." I'm not exactly sure what they have to keep each other safe from, but I am glad she knows someone in her class. There are also two kids that used to be in our ward and two kids that were in her class last year. I kept waiting for her to express some sort of apprehension about school, but she never did. She just wants to go! It's funny what being in a classroom environment does to kids. We walked in and she started pointing to posters that were hanging around the room and telling me all kinds of things--like counting to 100 by 10's--that I have been trying to practice with her all summer. She hasn't really been interested at home, but as soon as we step in the classroom, she is ready to learn! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195705770763735748-6373561783018386432?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/6373561783018386432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=6373561783018386432' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/6373561783018386432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/6373561783018386432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-schoollets-party.html' title='Back to School...Let&apos;s Party!'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SJnegwHkTLI/AAAAAAAAACM/hwYnuF38CI0/s72-c/20080804_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195705770763735748.post-1902231672754984057</id><published>2008-07-27T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:47:29.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Levi'/><title type='text'>Levi Thomas Elam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SI0IshV0d2I/AAAAAAAAACE/yNROydsia5s/s1600-h/IMG_2164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227844303404169058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SI0IshV0d2I/AAAAAAAAACE/yNROydsia5s/s400/IMG_2164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SI0GLbXhYUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LDoTBHFsGro/s1600-h/IMG_2166.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi Everybody! I've had a couple of people bugging me for months to start a blog, but I haven't gotten around to it. Then I thought I should have something exciting to post as my very first entry, so I've been waiting for some excitement in our lives. Well, I can't think of anything more exciting than the birth of a new baby, so I guess my excuses are gone now. Anyway, we are very happy to have Levi Thomas join our family. He has been such a sweet baby so far. His brother and sister adore him. Wyatt pats his head and says, "Cute little boy" over and over. Madison loves to hold him and kiss him. I wasn't sure I was ready for a newborn again, but I have spent way too many hours this week just sitting and holding him, and loving every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1195705770763735748-1902231672754984057?l=elamentary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/feeds/1902231672754984057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195705770763735748&amp;postID=1902231672754984057' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/1902231672754984057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195705770763735748/posts/default/1902231672754984057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elamentary.blogspot.com/2008/07/levi-thomas-elam.html' title='Levi Thomas Elam'/><author><name>Darin and Kerri Elam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276006960125393730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oZQXuvwJ5aQ/SI0IshV0d2I/AAAAAAAAACE/yNROydsia5s/s72-c/IMG_2164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
