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Leesa's Two Men and a Little Lady</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-8145574586777617959</id><published>2012-02-02T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T20:08:40.074-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funeral'/><title type='text'>Farewell to Ryno.</title><content type='html'>Today I attended Ryan's funeral. It was a beautiful service. I have also never laughed so much at a funeral. His father was stalwart as he spoke of his fun, crazy and sometimes&amp;nbsp;reckless&amp;nbsp;son. He reminded us of how everyone teased Ryan as a child for looking so much like Ralphie from "The Christmas Story". I laughed at hearing how Ryan would hide fireworks in hot dogs for unsuspecting roasters to discover. I about died when his father went on about how he had to try "harder and harder and harder" to conceive Ryan. Then once he was conceived he got to take a break. Who talks about that at a funeral? Why Darryl Wendel, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Even more hilarious was when his dad talked about how much Ryan loved girls and would bring them on boating trips. He smiled and said HE loved when Ryan brought these girls along too! Watching his dad speak, I could picture what Ryan would have looked like down the road had he had the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;I had a moment with his mother at the viewing which was very sweet. She grasped my hands tightly, we reminisced about all of us as kids. She said she loved seeing all of us grown up with our own kids and she then she told me how much she loved my mom. In that sad moment we knew we felt each other's loss. I am still amazed at the grace and strength Ryan's mom upheld through the service. I can't even imagine the pain and anguish one feels at the loss of a child. Ryan leaves behind two beautiful girls, ages 7 and 9. The older daughter spoke of some of her favorite memories of her dad. I pray for comfort for them. There was so much love and support in that room for those girls I feel Ryan has left them in good hands.&lt;br /&gt;It was a day full of reunions. I saw some friends I haven't seen for almost 20 years. I don't think much of my childhood anymore so it was fun to relive the happy times with the people with whom I caused so much mischief and shared so much laughter. I wish more than anything we had gotten&amp;nbsp;reacquainted under different circumstances but Ryan's death has prompted us to all get together and keep in contact better.&lt;br /&gt;You were one hilarious guy Ryan. You always knew how to seek out adventure, live life to the fullest and show the people you care about how much you loved them. May the sand dunes in heaven be ready for you. At least now, you won't have to worry about breaking bones. See you again one day old buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="obitHeader" id="ctl00_ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ContentPlaceHolder1_ObituaryTile_obitHeader" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; width: 420px;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="background-color: transparent; display: inline; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Ryan Darrell Wendel&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h1&gt;&amp;nbsp; |&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="obitGuestbook" href="http://www.legacy.com/guestbook/saltlaketribune/guestbook.aspx?n=ryan-darrell-wendel&amp;amp;pid=155711878&amp;amp;cid=full" id="ctl00_ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ContentPlaceHolder1_ObituaryTile_VisitGuestBookLink" style="color: purple; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-style: none; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; width: auto !important;" target="_self" title="Visit Guest Book"&gt;Visit&amp;nbsp;Guest&amp;nbsp;Book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix" id="obitText" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="ObitTextPhoto" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;a href="" id="ctl00_ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ContentPlaceHolder1_ObituaryTile_ObitCameraIconPhotoGalleryLink" style="color: #034e83; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-style: none; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: middle;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img align="LEFT" hspace="10" lgyorigname="MOU0014004-1.jpg" src="http://mi-cache.legacy.com/legacy/images/Cobrands/SaltLakeTribune/Photos/MOU0014004-1_20120130.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" vspace="4" /&gt;1978 ~ 2012&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Our beloved Father, Son, Brother and Friend passed away unexpectedly Sat Jan 28, 2012&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Son of Darrell and Chris Wendel, Brother to Michelle Siegismund (Otto) and Wendy Romero (Brian). Ryan married Angie Holmes and had two beautiful girls, Allie (9) and Lexi (7). Later divorced. Ryan was adored by nieces and nephews and his special sweetheart Chelsee. Loved by all his many Friends who were always there for each other which we are so grateful for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Ryan worked as an electrician with his father (Wendel Electric). He loved to golf, boat, ride his Motorcycle and go four wheeling at the sand dunes. Most of all he loved being with his two sweet girls!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;We all loved our Ryan (Ryno) so very much and will miss him everyday until we meet again.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Funeral services will be held 11:00 a.m., Thursday, February 2, 2012 at the LDS Chapel at 400 North 700 West, Saratoga Springs, Utah with a viewing at the church Wednesday from 6 to 8 p.m. and Thursday prior to services from 9:45 to 10:45 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-8145574586777617959?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8145574586777617959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=8145574586777617959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8145574586777617959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8145574586777617959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2012/02/farewell-to-ryno.html' title='Farewell to Ryno.'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-8377920272441877512</id><published>2012-01-28T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:07:14.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the days of picking raspberries.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RPgX5bWfK9I/TyTmaeA-VKI/AAAAAAAACPU/L2I19W708z0/s1600/rasp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RPgX5bWfK9I/TyTmaeA-VKI/AAAAAAAACPU/L2I19W708z0/s1600/rasp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today I learned one of my oldest friends died of a heart attack at the age of 33. He leaves behind two adorable little girls. The shock is still setting in. I have had friends die in accidents or from having a serious illness, but it never crossed my mind someone could have a heart attack so young. I hear about it happening, but I never thought it would happen to someone in my life.I feel so young and full of life and I look forward to a long and bright future with my family. Realizing that could be swept away in an instant is disheartening.&lt;br /&gt;I was literally in diapers with this friend. Our moms were friends. We rode the bus to kindergarten together. We picked raspberries on the property by his house. He was the funny one in our group. I remember thinking he resembled Donahue on that TV show from the 80's. I remember one of my best friends asking me to ask him to be her boyfriend. He brought smiles to all our faces.&lt;br /&gt;When we are young we have nothing but hope for the future. We don't think of the possibility we may only have a short time on this earth. We can't fathom the idea we will leave behind loves ones in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, this has been the worst week I have had in a long time. This news just about broke me. But, as sad as I feel I can't help but think of his sweet girls. I am so grateful to know that this life is not the end. In a couple of weeks, it will have been eleven years since I lost my mom. It was devastating watching her die, but I am grateful I at least had the opportunity to say goodbye. I was able to feel closure.&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to his family. Loss is never easy. Moving on is impossible and for that I am actually grateful. If we carry a piece of them with us then their legacy lives on.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you old buddy. I will think of you whenever I see raspberries and remember how we would eat them all while we were supposed to be picking them for your parents. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-8377920272441877512?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8377920272441877512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=8377920272441877512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8377920272441877512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8377920272441877512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-days-of-picking-raspberries.html' title='To the days of picking raspberries.......'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RPgX5bWfK9I/TyTmaeA-VKI/AAAAAAAACPU/L2I19W708z0/s72-c/rasp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-5881745188501405082</id><published>2012-01-22T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T22:54:48.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth about Mother Goose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2mVknafRVM/Txx3QMUaz8I/AAAAAAAACPE/FvEmB_Tzuvo/s1600/cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2mVknafRVM/Txx3QMUaz8I/AAAAAAAACPE/FvEmB_Tzuvo/s320/cover.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night, while reading Mother Goose nursery rhymes Tracy commented,&lt;b&gt; "Mother Goose sounds drunk to me."&lt;/b&gt; He was so serious about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't know where he gets his knowledge of how someone acts when drunk, but I have to agree with him. Most nursery rhymes are dark and grammatically poor. For instance, "and down he RUN"????Seriously? I have a pet peeve about grammar as it is, but how does one get published with that? Plus, a cradle falling out of a tree? Kids singing and dancing about the plague?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose I should give MG a little slack. She did, afterall, raise a litter of kids in a shoe. I would probably hit the bottle too. JK Okay, enough ranting. As much as they annoy me, we often read these macabre stories at bedtime.&amp;nbsp;I admit I enjoy a little "pat-a-cake" and "this little piggy". But, overall I think I will stick to Dr. Seuss and &lt;u&gt;The Moon Shines Down&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-5881745188501405082?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5881745188501405082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=5881745188501405082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/5881745188501405082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/5881745188501405082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2012/01/truth-about-mother-goose.html' title='The truth about Mother Goose.'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2mVknafRVM/Txx3QMUaz8I/AAAAAAAACPE/FvEmB_Tzuvo/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-8146191726318709754</id><published>2012-01-16T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T22:05:34.839-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid interviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everett'/><title type='text'>2012 Interview with the Kids.</title><content type='html'>On my best friend's blog she had posted interviews with her daughters and I thought it was so cute I had to copy the idea. What better way to capture who they are and what they want to be at this point in their lives than to simply ASK THEM? I have left answers UNEDITED! Here goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW OLD ARE YOU?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: "Seven. What are you doing?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "Mommy I'm five. Why do you ask?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: "Three and a HALF!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: "Books about Army and Aircraft Carriers."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "&lt;u&gt;Transformer&lt;/u&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer:"&lt;u&gt; Beauty and the Beast&lt;/u&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: "Cars 2."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "Despicable Me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: "All of the Princess movies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy: "Mighty Machines."&lt;br /&gt;Everett: "Dinosaur Train."&lt;br /&gt;Summer: "Ooooh. Strawberry Shortcake and Angelina Ballerina."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: "Max."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "Sam and Dominic."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer:" Sam likes me. He goes to Challenger too." (Note to self: check out this &lt;i&gt;Sam&lt;/i&gt; fellow. He is a different Sam than Ev's friend.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO YOU HAVE A BOY/GIRLFRIEND?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: "Noel." (She was in his class last year. She is a cute blond with big blue eyes. She is really sweet too. When Tracy first told me they were dating a year ago I asked what that meant. He said it means you like each other. After witnessing what the 5th and 6th graders do when they are "going out" I was relieved!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "Uh uh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: "Milo". They have in fact been dating for over a year now. He is a cute kid. We approve. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: "Lego Engineer."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "Mad Scientist hahahahaha!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: "Princess."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHERE DO YOU WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: "University of Utah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "BYU" (He always chooses the opposite of what he thinks we want him to say thinking he will cause a commotion. Sorry buddy. I don't care WHERE you go to school.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: "I don't WANT to go to college!!!" (Um, this answer WILL be changing in years to come!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHERE IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO VISIT?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: "Places where there is water. Then I can boogie board."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "Arizona."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: "The beach." (That's my girl!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU CHOOSE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: "Lego Land and the Grand Canyon."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "Disney land and Lego land."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: "Another Disney cruise."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE THING TO PLAY?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: "Legos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "Legos".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer:" Sleeping Beauty dress-up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE TOY?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: "Legos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "Batman toys."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: "I like all of my toys!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE MUSICIAN/BAND?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy:" Bruno Mars and Michael Jackson."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett:" Michael Jackson."&lt;br /&gt;Summer: "Taylor Swift, Justin Beiber and Avril Lavigne."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SONG?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy: "Going off the rails on a crazy train." Ozzy Osborne&lt;br /&gt;Everett: "I'm Bad." Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Summer: "Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend." Avril Lavigne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE THING TO DO WITH MOM?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: "Play legos and do crafts."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "Go to the library."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: "Play games."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE THING TO DO WITH DAD?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: "Play legos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "Get prizes when he comes back from out of town."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: "Go potty!!!!!" No joke! This was her answer. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mike and I discovered the sentimentality of Summer's comment this week. We went our to dinner twice and BOTH times Mike took her to the bathroom she had to poop. She was in there for at least 15 minutes each time. She would say, "I have six more poops" or something along those lines. Ahhh. My little princess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SCRIPTURE STORY?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: "Alma the Younger."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "Alma."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: "Baby Jesus."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: "Quesadillas, tostadas and nachos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "Macaroni and pancakes."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: "Hot dogs."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FRUIT/VEGETABLE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy: "Apples and carrots."&lt;br /&gt;Everett: "Clementines, bananas and broccoli. I like edamame too."&lt;br /&gt;Summer: "Clementines, grapes and edamames too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: "Crocodiles, alligators, wild life animals and iguanas and lizards and snakes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "Every animal, but I like T-Rex's the most cuz they can eat stuff. I like turtles too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: "Elephant!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CAR?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: "Ferrari, hot rods, sports cars, and police cars."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "Hot Rod."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer:" Dune Buggy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT THEME DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR NEXT BIRTHDAY PARTY?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: "Transformers again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "Hot Rod."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: "Rapunzel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR NEXT BIRTHDAY?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy: "More legos."&lt;br /&gt;Everett: "I want one of those Fin boats where when Fin from Cars 2 jumps onto the bad boat and he's on the side and he goes to get the bad guys. You can get it at Target."&lt;br /&gt;Summer: "Um, uh, a monkey stuffed animal. I'm getting tired of telling you things." LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SPORT?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy: "Basketball."&lt;br /&gt;Everett: "I like a lot of sports but mostly I like baseball."&lt;br /&gt;Summer:"Basketball".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: :Science and math and reading."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "Science". (Hence, wanting to be a mad scientist I suppose.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: "AIRPLANES!!!" (They just finished a section on transportation.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT CAN'T YOU SLEEP WITHOUT?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: "All of my stuffed animals and blankies."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "My teddy and my aliens and my space blankie."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: " My purple blank." (translation=blanket)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MEMORY FROM 2011?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: "Skiing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "Cruise."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: "Cruise!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT DO YOU LOOK FORWARD TO IN 2012?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy: "Going skiing again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everett: "Going to be an East Midvale Eagle."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: "Looking for dinosaur bones". (Not sure where that came from but I will have to keep on eye on the sandbox.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it. The Bollinger legacy in the works. I can't wait to ask again next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-8146191726318709754?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8146191726318709754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=8146191726318709754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8146191726318709754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8146191726318709754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-interview-with-kids.html' title='2012 Interview with the Kids.'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-2831071511493512311</id><published>2012-01-16T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T18:03:09.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tracy'/><title type='text'>I want a hip hop hippopotamus for Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this part of my life partly because I enjoy being a "soccer mom". I love going to my children's sports games, recitals and school events. On December 14, I attended the dance recital of Trace and Summy. Summer began a jazz/ballet class in August and Tracy a hip-hop one. They both worked very hard and had a FUN, FUN, FUN time at class as well as during their performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L0ZTILk2uM0/TxTVatflldI/AAAAAAAACOI/JtUYtV-Bviw/s1600/DSC05578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L0ZTILk2uM0/TxTVatflldI/AAAAAAAACOI/JtUYtV-Bviw/s320/DSC05578.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give props to Tracy's instructor, Brandon. Managing seven&amp;nbsp;rumbustious, hyper little boys was no small feat! The class consists of a half hour of tumbling and another half hour of learning routines. We had a few.....ehm....missteps along the way. Let's just say Tracy was a little TOO rowdy on more than one occasion and sat in the corner for part of the class. I bring this up because as time has passed I have seen much growth in Trace. He has learned to control himself (most of the time) and is often the teacher's assistant during class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0t68oV87Ow8/TxTVbta0KUI/AAAAAAAACOQ/wlHjYGTlSWs/s1600/DSC05579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0t68oV87Ow8/TxTVbta0KUI/AAAAAAAACOQ/wlHjYGTlSWs/s320/DSC05579.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer's teacher, Miss Tami is adorable and so sweet with all of the little girls. Summer behavior is completely OPPOSITE her brother's. She takes it so seriously I keep asking her if she is enjoying herself. When Miss Tami does kicks across the floor and asks the girls to follow, most of them give up half way and start playing with each other's skirts. Not Summer! With a serious look on her face she kicks her little legs the whoooooole distance. At the end of class she is smiling and jumping around and chatting with her friends. Maybe I am just used to rowdy boys and I assume because she isn't yelling and causing chaos she isn't having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LH6Oeyjvi7E/TxTV-s8jljI/AAAAAAAACOY/2jqLGU5kS_A/s1600/DSC05432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LH6Oeyjvi7E/TxTV-s8jljI/AAAAAAAACOY/2jqLGU5kS_A/s320/DSC05432.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer's class was one of the studios selections for the Festival of Trees. She was LITERALLY jumping for joy at the chance to perform. I will have to post the video. She was not only dancing her little heart out, she was singing the words! We didn't know what to expect when she got up there on that stage. Little did we know we have a little diva on our hands. She had facial expressions and everything!!! It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an exciting few months of dance and I look forward to the next recital come spring. Everett has just joined Tracy's Hip Hop class. So far, so good. I am just pleased my kids have found something active that brings them so much joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-2831071511493512311?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2831071511493512311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=2831071511493512311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/2831071511493512311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/2831071511493512311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-want-hip-hop-hippopotamus-for.html' title='I want a hip hop hippopotamus for Christmas.'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L0ZTILk2uM0/TxTVatflldI/AAAAAAAACOI/JtUYtV-Bviw/s72-c/DSC05578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-5990324088558121051</id><published>2012-01-02T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T20:13:27.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Sun Beam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dzmku8eseH0/TytekNl4XoI/AAAAAAAACPs/tLVlf3qHIwE/s1600/DSC06048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dzmku8eseH0/TytekNl4XoI/AAAAAAAACPs/tLVlf3qHIwE/s320/DSC06048.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who better to become a Sun Beam than the little lady with a name literally paying homage to the sun? Yes, our little Summer is now officially in primary!!! I didn't even realize it until her cute new teacher called to get some information for a spotlight. I think I am in denial my kids are growing up as quickly as they are. Sigh.... I am so proud of our little ray of sunshine. That pretty much sums her up. She is so sweet and loving to all. When I ask her why she is so sweet, or beautiful, or smart etc. her simple reply is always, "Jesus did it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-5990324088558121051?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5990324088558121051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=5990324088558121051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/5990324088558121051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/5990324088558121051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2012/02/sun-beam.html' title='Sun Beam'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dzmku8eseH0/TytekNl4XoI/AAAAAAAACPs/tLVlf3qHIwE/s72-c/DSC06048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-6469045157950848357</id><published>2011-11-29T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T18:20:58.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tracy'/><title type='text'>Reflections 2011</title><content type='html'>The theme this year for Reflections was "DIVERSITY". Tracy said he wanted to enter and came up with an idea all on his own. He drew a picture of himself with his friend Tino and wrote "Buddies". Such a simple drawing on one level, but with deep roots into who Tracy is. He loves everyone regardless of what they look like, what they wear, where they live or what they believe. There is a reason he makes friends everywhere he goes. He has an open heart and puts himself out there in the world. I love Trace for many reasons, this being just one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0VtGEQAXZhI/TxTavJUKsvI/AAAAAAAACOo/Htm9dxg37-8/s1600/DSC05427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0VtGEQAXZhI/TxTavJUKsvI/AAAAAAAACOo/Htm9dxg37-8/s400/DSC05427.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, I wasn't the only one who thought Tracy's entry was noteworthy. He moved onto the next level and was a finalist for the whole district!!! I am proud of this accomplishment, but mostly I am proud to know the sweet, open-minded boy who created it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-6469045157950848357?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6469045157950848357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=6469045157950848357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6469045157950848357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6469045157950848357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2012/01/reflections-2011.html' title='Reflections 2011'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0VtGEQAXZhI/TxTavJUKsvI/AAAAAAAACOo/Htm9dxg37-8/s72-c/DSC05427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-6151536475882619836</id><published>2011-11-25T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T20:09:26.216-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tracy'/><title type='text'>The things we learn from our children...</title><content type='html'>I thought that as the parent I would be the one to provide teaching and guidance. I have since learned that I am often the student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last Thanksgiving, Mike's father learned an old schoolmate had nowhere to go for Thanksgiving. Being the generous man that he is, he invited him to join our family for the holiday. It was a tasty, enjoyable and LOUD feast followed by some down time before pie. I had noticed that the "friend" didn't join us for dessert and figured he just needed some quiet away from our&amp;nbsp;rambunctiousness. Come to find out, Tracy had asked him to join us and he had politely declined. Tracy then asked if he would just like someone to talk to and spent some time keeping this man company. I was too wrapped up with filling my belly with pumpkin pie to notice my sweet seven-year-old showing love to a man he met only an hour prior.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My father-in-law later told us about what had happened and I feel very touched. I am so proud of his unprompted act of kindness. As this time of year we turn our hearts toward gratitude, I am grateful for my children. I am thankful for the love they show to me, to each other and to others. If you know me well enough, you know crying is not in my lexicon. However, each time I read this post or think about Tracy sitting with this gentleman, I get a little choked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-6151536475882619836?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6151536475882619836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=6151536475882619836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6151536475882619836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6151536475882619836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-we-learn-from-our-children.html' title='The things we learn from our children...'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-2318793245943788215</id><published>2011-11-18T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T10:28:02.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yummy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Urban Adventure</title><content type='html'>Rather than spend money on school pictures where the kids look awkward and it's a single pose, we opted to spend the money on professional pics instead. I used this AMAZING photographer who captured the kids and their personalities perfectly. One of our favorite places to play is the skate park so I wanted to incorporate that into the photo shoot.There were over 100 pictures from which to choose, but here is a taste of what was captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PPcqZkmiqZM/TsaWZkbeRaI/AAAAAAAACIg/a52x5GKz8C4/s1600/leesa_002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PPcqZkmiqZM/TsaWZkbeRaI/AAAAAAAACIg/a52x5GKz8C4/s400/leesa_002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just getting started.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2oijCeYFow4/TsaWa3imsII/AAAAAAAACIo/eYD090ZrUtk/s1600/leesa_004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2oijCeYFow4/TsaWa3imsII/AAAAAAAACIo/eYD090ZrUtk/s400/leesa_004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, she is the boss!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dvUpLbcIUI4/TsaWc1IuocI/AAAAAAAACIw/v40Yi_njYb8/s1600/leesa_008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dvUpLbcIUI4/TsaWc1IuocI/AAAAAAAACIw/v40Yi_njYb8/s400/leesa_008.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey there, GQ.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PYWajG5FkhI/TsaWeDhvh-I/AAAAAAAACI4/524MD7RPzzE/s1600/leesa_014-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PYWajG5FkhI/TsaWeDhvh-I/AAAAAAAACI4/524MD7RPzzE/s400/leesa_014-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea where he gets his gangsta attitude. ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Brvf_kspNGw/TsaWfKfHR5I/AAAAAAAACJA/BswDYZ-Kqm8/s1600/leesa_018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Brvf_kspNGw/TsaWfKfHR5I/AAAAAAAACJA/BswDYZ-Kqm8/s400/leesa_018.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aww, my sweet Trace.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--LCJ-66-3kQ/TsaWgfkVyYI/AAAAAAAACJI/wdt0PpyNqjI/s1600/leesa_022-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--LCJ-66-3kQ/TsaWgfkVyYI/AAAAAAAACJI/wdt0PpyNqjI/s400/leesa_022-1.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This hat is one of my favorite things in the world.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PRdjoeYKGkQ/TsaWhvHqtPI/AAAAAAAACJQ/w8xom5QmgJI/s1600/leesa_024-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PRdjoeYKGkQ/TsaWhvHqtPI/AAAAAAAACJQ/w8xom5QmgJI/s400/leesa_024-1.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He kept posing on his own and Jodi just kept snapping pics as he went along.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1m1dL-cA_v0/TsaWih7u_uI/AAAAAAAACJY/ktqayOrwC10/s1600/leesa_029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1m1dL-cA_v0/TsaWih7u_uI/AAAAAAAACJY/ktqayOrwC10/s400/leesa_029.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Million dollar smile!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ojV97mScx7A/TsaWj_7FsvI/AAAAAAAACJg/G6NfsHpSyzA/s1600/leesa_036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ojV97mScx7A/TsaWj_7FsvI/AAAAAAAACJg/G6NfsHpSyzA/s400/leesa_036.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little&amp;nbsp;outdoors man.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjXa6_qwqWg/TsaWkwDQp7I/AAAAAAAACJo/AakyxFj9NOY/s1600/leesa_047-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjXa6_qwqWg/TsaWkwDQp7I/AAAAAAAACJo/AakyxFj9NOY/s400/leesa_047-1.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pat-a-cake&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LLsbAzDuspo/TsaWl1N-fAI/AAAAAAAACJw/uwb5AqYY8nk/s1600/leesa_051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LLsbAzDuspo/TsaWl1N-fAI/AAAAAAAACJw/uwb5AqYY8nk/s400/leesa_051.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Helloooooo blue eyes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QggDkxtNZOk/TsaWnN6wqYI/AAAAAAAACJ4/gAt58G9UmHU/s1600/leesa_052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QggDkxtNZOk/TsaWnN6wqYI/AAAAAAAACJ4/gAt58G9UmHU/s400/leesa_052.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay this hat is another of my favs, and so is the cute girl.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ztpUtSnlqs8/TsaWoUvyTWI/AAAAAAAACKA/1bhRH1TWDbA/s1600/leesa_068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ztpUtSnlqs8/TsaWoUvyTWI/AAAAAAAACKA/1bhRH1TWDbA/s400/leesa_068.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going.....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LkHn-NbFf_s/TsaWpYlh-xI/AAAAAAAACKI/Mm4SpDbOO1k/s1600/leesa_072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LkHn-NbFf_s/TsaWpYlh-xI/AAAAAAAACKI/Mm4SpDbOO1k/s400/leesa_072.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going.....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F67ZRp3u0Gg/TsaWq2TRZTI/AAAAAAAACKQ/HTovl5esec0/s1600/leesa_077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F67ZRp3u0Gg/TsaWq2TRZTI/AAAAAAAACKQ/HTovl5esec0/s400/leesa_077.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;GONE!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JBuyLqx0QmY/TsaWsJo6KcI/AAAAAAAACKY/5SHL5M7iGhU/s1600/leesa_084-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JBuyLqx0QmY/TsaWsJo6KcI/AAAAAAAACKY/5SHL5M7iGhU/s400/leesa_084-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walk like an Egyptian.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pLt2iY40n48/TsaWs3Oo7PI/AAAAAAAACKg/SJlxxhOGves/s1600/leesa_091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pLt2iY40n48/TsaWs3Oo7PI/AAAAAAAACKg/SJlxxhOGves/s400/leesa_091.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smiling, happy people...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aho9hfloqWo/TsaWudpUxSI/AAAAAAAACKo/zr1vlJ6jnHk/s1600/leesa_097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aho9hfloqWo/TsaWudpUxSI/AAAAAAAACKo/zr1vlJ6jnHk/s400/leesa_097.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love her!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hEzHAFnl-Sk/TsaWvCid8mI/AAAAAAAACKw/4mfsxfZAlBc/s1600/leesa_108-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hEzHAFnl-Sk/TsaWvCid8mI/AAAAAAAACKw/4mfsxfZAlBc/s400/leesa_108-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look out Bruno Mars.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2j3LNqoYd0/TsaWv-iJIBI/AAAAAAAACK4/46d8-oHw8D4/s1600/leesa_119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2j3LNqoYd0/TsaWv-iJIBI/AAAAAAAACK4/46d8-oHw8D4/s400/leesa_119.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture captures Everett's personality with perfection. He is adorable and sweet and yet you know he is plotting something&amp;nbsp;mischievous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kQCQBDS5Js/TsaWwYlW4XI/AAAAAAAACLA/MeiKBWhMUT8/s1600/leesa_125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kQCQBDS5Js/TsaWwYlW4XI/AAAAAAAACLA/MeiKBWhMUT8/s400/leesa_125.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Handsome guy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xS1fGTB2GFA/TsaWxSHvHDI/AAAAAAAACLI/aFMvnbQYw94/s1600/leesa_126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xS1fGTB2GFA/TsaWxSHvHDI/AAAAAAAACLI/aFMvnbQYw94/s400/leesa_126.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are a happy family!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hope you enjoy those as much as I do. The kids have never had so much fun getting their pictures taken. Jodi Palmer at Yummy Life Photography was amazing! I feel like we captured them in this time of their lives. One day, when I look back at these, I will remember how fun, quirky, silly and adorable they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-2318793245943788215?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2318793245943788215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=2318793245943788215&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/2318793245943788215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/2318793245943788215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2011/11/urban-adventure.html' title='Urban Adventure'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PPcqZkmiqZM/TsaWZkbeRaI/AAAAAAAACIg/a52x5GKz8C4/s72-c/leesa_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-8653173117529659952</id><published>2011-11-10T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T18:21:53.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veloy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funeral'/><title type='text'>Farewell to Veloy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bBMXnwy0_UU/Tt8D5je0spI/AAAAAAAACNE/gGsqn8OhW3Q/s1600/veloy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bBMXnwy0_UU/Tt8D5je0spI/AAAAAAAACNE/gGsqn8OhW3Q/s320/veloy.jpg" width="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October, Mike's wonderful grandmother passed away. She is one of the most gracious and classy women I know. I say "is" and not was because I know she is sharing her wonderful gifts with others where she is now. The funeral was beautiful and Tracy rubbed Mike's back the whole time. He has grown into such a loving person. As sad as it was to say goodbye to someone we loved so much, I am grateful to have had the opportunity to discuss death with my children. To me, the sadness is brief. I still miss my mom and it hurts to not have her here. That said, I know she is looking over my family and that we will be with her again one day. I feel this same way about Grandma Bollinger. I am blessed to have the knowledge that people will be reunited with loved ones and death is only a temporary goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Here is Veloy's obituary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;12/25/1923 ~ 11/03/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;VeLoy Tucker Bollinger was born Dec. 25, 1923 in Price, Utah, the second child of Wilhelm (Bill) Paul Tucker and Doris Maria Winn Tucker. She passed away on Thursday, Nov. 3, 2011 due to complications from a fall and Alzheimers. VeLoy grew up in Salt Lake City and graduated from South High School. On August 4, 1942 she married her sweetheart, Kenneth Harlow Bollinger in the Salt Lake Temple. They immediately moved to Seattle, Washington, where Ken worked with the military during World War II.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;VeLoy was a member of the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers. She loved the changing of seasons, spending times in Palm Springs and enjoyed the friends and family that went to visit them there. She loved her husband, four children, gardening, needlework, playing tennis and golf. She was a loving wife, mother, grandmother and friend. She was a devoted member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, holding many different positions. She was a wonderful cook and her children and grandchildren loved going to "Grandma B.'s" house for Sunday dinner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Survived by her husband, Ken, one daughter and three sons and their spouses: Judy (Bill) Stagg, Jerry (Judy), Ted (Kelley), and Steve (Dawn); 14 grandchildren and 15 great grandchildren, two brothers, Clyde (JoAnn) and Billy (Sherrie), two sisters-in-law, LaVora Tucker and Bobby Tucker Shelley and many other extended family and friends. VeLoy was preceded in death by her parents, one infant brother, Paul, and two other brothers, John and O. Keith Tucker.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;We would like to thank her wonderful care givers who have made things easier for VeLoy and Ken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-8653173117529659952?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8653173117529659952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=8653173117529659952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8653173117529659952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8653173117529659952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2011/12/farewell-to-veloy.html' title='Farewell to Veloy'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bBMXnwy0_UU/Tt8D5je0spI/AAAAAAAACNE/gGsqn8OhW3Q/s72-c/veloy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-8158896028471965501</id><published>2011-10-16T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:51:08.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Checking in with the Bollingers</title><content type='html'>I have said it before and I will say it again, WHEN WILL I FIND TIME TO BLOG? I have missed the blogging world and it is a fun way to journal. Plus I know you have all missed hearing about our exciting lives. JK&lt;br /&gt;To catch everyone, as well as myself, up on what has been happening with the Bollinger crew here is a little synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike has been busy, busy, busy with work. With his increased load, however, he has been traveling more leaving me to play single mom. I don't know how you single gals do it! Getting them all ready for school, while I am getting ready for work, getting lunches made, doing homework, shuffling them off to school, sports, dance etc. is a massive feat! Back to Mike. He is working with a lot of Universities, Deseret Book, and even the Leonardo which has been both exciting and challenging for him. I am so grateful he enjoys his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I may be finding more time to blog because I just put in my two weeks. Well, sort of. After crunching the numbers, factoring in both Mike's and my work schedules, paying a sitter etc. we discovered I was almost PAYING to work! It was very difficult to come to this realization. I love my job and was disheartened at the thought I would not be working with my cute students any longer. Fortunately, when I talked to my awesome boss (first time I had to go to the principal's office in my LIFE, lol), she offered a solution. She created a new position in which I will be working with the school psychologist and resource regarding behavioral issues. The best part is I will only be working while Ev and Summy are in preschool. :) I am grateful for the opportunity to be home more. Kids are only little for such a small part of their lives and I don't want to miss ANY of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy is our big first grader. He loves school and&amp;nbsp;excels&amp;nbsp;in his schoolwork. I enjoy seeing him in the halls, which is one thing I was going to miss about leaving my job. He recently started a hip-hop class which involves a lot of tumbling and jumping around. PERFECT for our little ball of energy! He is going to start playing basketball in the fall. As for piano, he is on a&amp;nbsp;sabbatical of sorts. He still practices but I don't want him to be an&amp;nbsp;over scheduled kid so we let him choose something to cut out. He wants to try it again next year. He is a lego-master and can spend countless hours coming up with new creations. I wish he could spend countless hours cleaning them up as well. He continues to be the sweetest and most protective big brother. When I walk over to pick him up from school, he always has to push Summer's stroller. He often puts his arms around and comforts Ev and Summy. Well, when he and Ev aren't fighting. Oh, the joys of boys. He has become an awesome swimmer and wants to join the High School swim team....NOW! Haha. He isn't THAT good yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everett is our&amp;nbsp;mischievousness&amp;nbsp;little squirt. He just finished soccer, in which I coached, and looks forward to starting hip-hop with Trace in January. He is in his last year of preschool and can't wait to start Kindergarten. He loves riding his bike and playing games. Especially when he makes up his own rules. Ev loves his friends and loves to tell stories about them. Even if they are full of hyperbole. So far his friend Sam has a race car, owns a rocket launcher and is part ninja. Haha. He is my favorite little&amp;nbsp;exercise&amp;nbsp;buddy. Whenever he hears the treadmill, he runs in and jumps on the cross-trainer. When we race at the playground he just keeps running, and running and running.....He wants to run the 5K Race for the Cure next spring with me. I am so excited! His amazing abilities also include the ability eat exceedingly without gaining weight. I think he has hollow legs. He has also become an awesome swimmer so I feel like the mamma of little fish. I am just glad all three love the water because Mike and I are water lovers and spend a lot of recreational time in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is the princess of the family. For example, last week I gave her a foot massage because her feet hurt from wearing her boots all day. At least she is a sweet princess. She looks out for "her boys" and loves to give kisses and squeezes to all. Her Grandma Kelley is her best friend and she has her wrapped around her pink painted little finger. She began both preschool and dance class this fall. She loves both. She takes her ballet/jazz very seriously. She is working on "I want a hippopotamus for Christmas" for her upcoming recital. Among her favorite things to do are playing princess, playing Jessie from Toy Story with Everett, making up and singing songs in public and getting excited over EVERYTHING! I love seeing her eyes light up and hear her sigh over the simplest things like getting&amp;nbsp;Slurpees. Often times when she is sitting quietly I see my mom in her. A little gesture or turn of the head and I get a glimpse of the Grandma I am sure will be her other best friend one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a busy summer full of camping, family, birthday parties, time with friends....it passed far too quickly! On one of our trips, Mike, Ev and I were attacked by yellow jackets. Poor Mike got it the worst with SEVENTEEN stings! Everett got stung on the eye. It was so sad! I only got stung once, but being allergic, I was a little nervous the rest of the trip. We saw"The Little Mermaid" at Tuacahn last month and it was incredible! I will post pics of all of these things once I have time. Haha. Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is the last little while in a nutshell. I am excited to get back into the bloggity blogging world. I miss looking at all of your cute families and seeing what is going on in your lives. Sometimes that is the only way I keep in contact with many of you. I hope all is well and I look forward to blog-stalking you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-8158896028471965501?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8158896028471965501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=8158896028471965501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8158896028471965501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8158896028471965501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2011/10/checking-in-with-bollingers.html' title='Checking in with the Bollingers'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-4545534712393743546</id><published>2011-10-10T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:03:21.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everett'/><title type='text'>A very SCAAAARY birthday to Everett.</title><content type='html'>It is no secret we love both Halloween and birthdays here at the Bollinger home, so when Ev asked for a scary birthday party I was absolutely elated! He wanted blood and spiders and vampires and ghosts.....just what every five-year-old asks for, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4qby8SD11hg/TpNMkoUcqvI/AAAAAAAACEQ/5zur23i6vEA/s1600/summer+and+fall+2011+082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4qby8SD11hg/TpNMkoUcqvI/AAAAAAAACEQ/5zur23i6vEA/s320/summer+and+fall+2011+082.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing beats a hairy spider for dessert!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little ghosts and goblins entered through the haunted gate. I sometimes forget how desensitized my children are to monsters and blood. Some of the kids were too afraid to come to our house. SAD!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fsn5fPmr2vg/TpNMp0PsoFI/AAAAAAAACEk/7AoGZ_Hu3b0/s1600/summer+and+fall+2011+129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fsn5fPmr2vg/TpNMp0PsoFI/AAAAAAAACEk/7AoGZ_Hu3b0/s320/summer+and+fall+2011+129.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played pin the eye on the monster, had a candy pull and ended with scary bingo. I have no idea where these pictures are.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6sKZNDZd6Y/TpNMrZFTMiI/AAAAAAAACEo/CL1T-isXMJQ/s1600/summer+and+fall+2011+147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6sKZNDZd6Y/TpNMrZFTMiI/AAAAAAAACEo/CL1T-isXMJQ/s320/summer+and+fall+2011+147.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I am a mean mom and rather than have kids bring the birthday child a gift they bring a small present to exchange with the other kids. It seems to always be a hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-clD9F0E2Z1o/TpNMmsnvPqI/AAAAAAAACEY/M0s7x1eTBVI/s1600/summer+and+fall+2011+120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-clD9F0E2Z1o/TpNMmsnvPqI/AAAAAAAACEY/M0s7x1eTBVI/s320/summer+and+fall+2011+120.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so excited to get the Halloween decorations out a couple of weeks early. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qCbTqYd4BTg/TpNMnmCDixI/AAAAAAAACEc/NcU9cV6DZVU/s1600/summer+and+fall+2011+121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qCbTqYd4BTg/TpNMnmCDixI/AAAAAAAACEc/NcU9cV6DZVU/s320/summer+and+fall+2011+121.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mummy cupcakes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oc85L4d8ExU/TpNMllfYzWI/AAAAAAAACEU/hZXHt9JQTS8/s1600/summer+and+fall+2011+116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oc85L4d8ExU/TpNMllfYzWI/AAAAAAAACEU/hZXHt9JQTS8/s320/summer+and+fall+2011+116.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ev got plenty of gifts at the family party! He loves Buzz Light Year and Megamind right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sure do love you Ev! You are the comic relief in our family with your adorable laugh and ginormous smile. You always make sure we give each other lots of hugs and kisses before we all head off to our busy days. Thanks for reminding us of the important things in life. I am always amazed at your ability to fall asleep anytime....anywhere. Just like your pops. Even thought it causes me to do more laundry, I think it's awesome you think you need to change your ensemble several times a day. You are quite the fashion guy. Your teachers and leaders always comment on how sweet you are and we are happy you are in our family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-4545534712393743546?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4545534712393743546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=4545534712393743546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/4545534712393743546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/4545534712393743546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2011/10/very-scaaaary-birthday-to-everett.html' title='A very SCAAAARY birthday to Everett.'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4qby8SD11hg/TpNMkoUcqvI/AAAAAAAACEQ/5zur23i6vEA/s72-c/summer+and+fall+2011+082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-3452832895650552653</id><published>2011-07-13T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T08:08:05.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Under the "tea" party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0caYQdUnpE4/Th20NZhjq6I/AAAAAAAACDU/1WG4piXb740/s1600/summer+2011+038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0caYQdUnpE4/Th20NZhjq6I/AAAAAAAACDU/1WG4piXb740/s320/summer+2011+038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am still new to this Princess stuff, but when Summer asked for an Ariel tea party, I knew I had to get into the princess zone. We invited some of her closest princess friends and donned them in crowns and princess gear and had a photo shoot by the King (Mike).&lt;br /&gt;Each girl made a frame in which to put the picture so we had to print them out pronto. Thanks Babe! Then we played a game of pin the kiss on Prince Eric, exchanged gifts and finally sat down for tea. Okay, it was pink lemonade, but whatevs. We also had finger sandwiches, grapes and cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoBBI9MquhU/Th20IJvWyJI/AAAAAAAACDE/Fulj4s9Lh-k/s1600/summer+2011+040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoBBI9MquhU/Th20IJvWyJI/AAAAAAAACDE/Fulj4s9Lh-k/s320/summer+2011+040.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time each princess left for the day, I was pooped! But, there was no time to rest as the family party was that night. I cannot take credit for Summer's "Under the sea" cake. Mike was a HUGE help and did equal work with me. Making sea creatures out of fondant made for a late night but I couldn't have had a better partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WUGzBHOrzPo/Th20CsqetII/AAAAAAAACC0/N4Pj2qrsfJs/s1600/summer+2011+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WUGzBHOrzPo/Th20CsqetII/AAAAAAAACC0/N4Pj2qrsfJs/s320/summer+2011+026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9Nh0cxhNbM/Th20FCA2QuI/AAAAAAAACC8/mRPSsTjDDqU/s1600/summer+2011+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9Nh0cxhNbM/Th20FCA2QuI/AAAAAAAACC8/mRPSsTjDDqU/s320/summer+2011+035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajvvM3oKXI8/Th20Dx1TJJI/AAAAAAAACC4/yLdJ7v49PjE/s1600/summer+2011+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajvvM3oKXI8/Th20Dx1TJJI/AAAAAAAACC4/yLdJ7v49PjE/s320/summer+2011+034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer opened all her wonderful princess presents outside and then it was time for her last gift. Her gift for which I have been painting and sewing over the last month!!! When she saw it it was totally worth the hard work.......Her DOLLHOUSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVRfCAzsM5c/Th20JYbLdcI/AAAAAAAACDI/6S_EAP_LDck/s1600/summer+2011+072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVRfCAzsM5c/Th20JYbLdcI/AAAAAAAACDI/6S_EAP_LDck/s320/summer+2011+072.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she walked into her room, she kept exclaiming, "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! A house for me!" Thanks to all who went in on it for her. And thank you Melody and friends for the sewing support. Or should I say sewing babysitting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-neQZNFofKLY/Th20KZuUapI/AAAAAAAACDM/HSERqcnw5YE/s1600/summer+2011+074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-neQZNFofKLY/Th20KZuUapI/AAAAAAAACDM/HSERqcnw5YE/s320/summer+2011+074.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I painted stripes in one of the rooms to match the stripes I painted in her room. It was a LOT easier in the dollhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M6YUxVD9vVM/Th20LODL7dI/AAAAAAAACDQ/lAJXGntCK_I/s1600/summer+2011+082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M6YUxVD9vVM/Th20LODL7dI/AAAAAAAACDQ/lAJXGntCK_I/s320/summer+2011+082.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long day but worth it for our little princess. In three years she has taught us all so much about always showing love for one another. She is also very quick to show gratitude as well as attitude!!!! Don't mess with this sweet girl. She knows what she wants and how to get it. Usually it comes by bossing around her "boys" to get things for her. lol But, no matter what, she will always be our sweet Summy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-3452832895650552653?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3452832895650552653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=3452832895650552653&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/3452832895650552653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/3452832895650552653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2011/07/under-tea-party.html' title='Under the &quot;tea&quot; party.'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0caYQdUnpE4/Th20NZhjq6I/AAAAAAAACDU/1WG4piXb740/s72-c/summer+2011+038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-4691117075503620435</id><published>2011-07-05T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T17:11:16.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tracy'/><title type='text'>Tracy turns SEVEN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fM79_j0XDOc/ThMygEEi7VI/AAAAAAAACCE/YT0lwhWmxbU/s1600/2011+early+summer+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fM79_j0XDOc/ThMygEEi7VI/AAAAAAAACCE/YT0lwhWmxbU/s320/2011+early+summer+030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the 29th, my not so little Trace turned seven years old! Where has the time gone? I swear we just brought him home, having no idea what to do with him. JK He has turned into such a smart,&amp;nbsp;strong-willed, creative and friendly person. He makes friends wherever he goes. And once you are his friend, he cares about you forever! I admire his strong sense of what is right and wrong (even though he doesn't always act accordingly). He is like his father in his unwavering testimony and I know he will be ready to be baptized next year. DID I JUST TYPE THAT? I love you Trace and I am proud of all you are, all you do, and all that you will become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rZpA-PNSq2s/ThMyeVHr74I/AAAAAAAACB4/V5mwGzwzNY0/s1600/2011+early+summer+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rZpA-PNSq2s/ThMyeVHr74I/AAAAAAAACB4/V5mwGzwzNY0/s320/2011+early+summer+017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Trace wants to be a Lego engineer when he grows up so I thought I would use my cake engineering to build him a lego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbNTDxxSEms/ThMyfUpbIeI/AAAAAAAACCA/fp0oSCEP-Tk/s1600/2011+early+summer+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbNTDxxSEms/ThMyfUpbIeI/AAAAAAAACCA/fp0oSCEP-Tk/s320/2011+early+summer+022.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yep, he of COURSE got a lego from Mike and Melody. It was apparently more exciting than the DS some of us went in on for him. Who knew? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9bqlu9BkL3A/ThMygmhDvnI/AAAAAAAACCI/BvtXYf8AUq4/s1600/2011+early+summer+031-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9bqlu9BkL3A/ThMygmhDvnI/AAAAAAAACCI/BvtXYf8AUq4/s320/2011+early+summer+031-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just a few of the crew who came to celebrate our awesome man. We let Trace choose whether he wanted a big party or to have a few friends go somewhere fun.......to my disappointment he chose to take three&amp;nbsp;friends&amp;nbsp;to classic. I soooooo love throwing parties. At least I still have Summy and Ev for a few more years right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dfc4arFU0XQ/ThMyifCGPjI/AAAAAAAACCQ/xzU_dmXOnto/s1600/2011+early+summer+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dfc4arFU0XQ/ThMyifCGPjI/AAAAAAAACCQ/xzU_dmXOnto/s320/2011+early+summer+039.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I throw it? Seriously, is he not the cutest little man?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-4691117075503620435?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4691117075503620435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=4691117075503620435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/4691117075503620435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/4691117075503620435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2011/07/tracy-turns-seven.html' title='Tracy turns SEVEN!!!'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fM79_j0XDOc/ThMygEEi7VI/AAAAAAAACCE/YT0lwhWmxbU/s72-c/2011+early+summer+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-9134763115435339514</id><published>2011-07-03T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T08:41:03.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do these people have in common?</title><content type='html'>What do these people have in common?:&lt;br /&gt;Buzz Aldrin&lt;br /&gt;Napoleon Bonaparte&lt;br /&gt;Tim Burton&lt;br /&gt;Jim Carrey&lt;br /&gt;Agatha Christie&lt;br /&gt;Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary Clooney&lt;br /&gt;Francis Ford Coppola&lt;br /&gt;Emily Dickinson&lt;br /&gt;Patty Duke&lt;br /&gt;Edgar Allan Poe&lt;br /&gt;Isaac Newton&lt;br /&gt;Aristotle&lt;br /&gt;Plato&lt;br /&gt;Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;Sigmund Freud&lt;br /&gt;Cary Grant&lt;br /&gt;St. Theresa&lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;Ted Turner&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Van Gogh&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;Leesa Bollinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out check out my newest blog:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mybpcoaster.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mybpcoaster.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am nervous but excited about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-9134763115435339514?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/9134763115435339514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=9134763115435339514&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/9134763115435339514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/9134763115435339514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-do-these-people-have-in-common.html' title='What do these people have in common?'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-1833848006598645740</id><published>2011-06-25T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T11:22:19.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandy and chuck'/><title type='text'>Lake Tahoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ru6p0MFsdxM/TgYiJqWpYQI/AAAAAAAAB_w/7vKuD3yc7b8/s1600/late+spring+2011+058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ru6p0MFsdxM/TgYiJqWpYQI/AAAAAAAAB_w/7vKuD3yc7b8/s400/late+spring+2011+058.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have a favorite Aunt and Uncle who live in Northern California. I am really close to them and it had been a while since I had seen them so we decided to meet them in Lake Tahoe where we spent the week hiking, swimming, freezing lol, and visiting with two of the greatest people on Earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-th7qboo-IZI/TgYiK_x5J8I/AAAAAAAAB_0/wK83hNg7_Q0/s1600/late+spring+2011+067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-th7qboo-IZI/TgYiK_x5J8I/AAAAAAAAB_0/wK83hNg7_Q0/s320/late+spring+2011+067.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a great opportunity to teach the kids about marsh lands, forests, and different flora and fauna of the area. We went on a couple little hikes and even saw a snake on one of them. Summy thought it was pretty. She also did a little hip-hop routine on the pier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DE4m6fo-mYw/TgYiL1oeGbI/AAAAAAAAB_4/yIuNXpYA1Rs/s1600/late+spring+2011+085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DE4m6fo-mYw/TgYiL1oeGbI/AAAAAAAAB_4/yIuNXpYA1Rs/s320/late+spring+2011+085.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful little angels. Haha. We have so much fun together. I love getting away together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Eo6HO-s2o/TgYiM35vxZI/AAAAAAAAB_8/MjUna9yTefg/s1600/late+spring+2011+091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Eo6HO-s2o/TgYiM35vxZI/AAAAAAAAB_8/MjUna9yTefg/s400/late+spring+2011+091.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family picture time! It really was so beautiful there. The weather was quite similar to what we have in Utah. One day it was warm and sunny, the next was snowy, and the next was cool etc. We packed for it though so we were ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hfb6zn_xlVo/TgYiN1vaDGI/AAAAAAAACAA/89uK3BLAKcs/s1600/late+spring+2011+094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hfb6zn_xlVo/TgYiN1vaDGI/AAAAAAAACAA/89uK3BLAKcs/s320/late+spring+2011+094.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey Buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We were ALL so excited for Sandy and Chuck to arrive! I used to spend a week with them every summer when I was a teen. We would go to San&amp;nbsp;Francisco, the beach, Chuck's football games (he was coach) and spend hours talking. She was the one person in whom I could always confide. It means a lot for her to see my children and interact with them because my mother cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6wCUjwdyfNk/TgYiS1H3aWI/AAAAAAAACAU/brpL_GtaCJY/s1600/late+spring+2011+162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6wCUjwdyfNk/TgYiS1H3aWI/AAAAAAAACAU/brpL_GtaCJY/s400/late+spring+2011+162.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy and Chuck sat for hours listening to Trace talk about legos, watching Ev wield his sword and listening to Summer pretend to talk on the phone with her boyfriend, Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X_ZcDU28FG4/TgYiR8rsoKI/AAAAAAAACAQ/HIyqGOX2t9M/s1600/late+spring+2011+159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X_ZcDU28FG4/TgYiR8rsoKI/AAAAAAAACAQ/HIyqGOX2t9M/s320/late+spring+2011+159.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B4YamLocRvk/TgYiQ62OWDI/AAAAAAAACAM/lhrABGc5v20/s1600/late+spring+2011+143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B4YamLocRvk/TgYiQ62OWDI/AAAAAAAACAM/lhrABGc5v20/s320/late+spring+2011+143.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy and I still had plenty of time to talk makeup and shopping and life. I just love her! I love having Summer grow a relationship with Sandy too. They are both "princesses".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YFkyuH-FNgI/TgYiP_Xa1KI/AAAAAAAACAI/ACe09eF2SRs/s1600/late+spring+2011+110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YFkyuH-FNgI/TgYiP_Xa1KI/AAAAAAAACAI/ACe09eF2SRs/s320/late+spring+2011+110.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found this HUGE rock in the back of the resort and the kids played on it for probably an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LsC0HK-7Fg8/TgYiOyyWgEI/AAAAAAAACAE/BQX1taKZ51k/s1600/late+spring+2011+097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LsC0HK-7Fg8/TgYiOyyWgEI/AAAAAAAACAE/BQX1taKZ51k/s320/late+spring+2011+097.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't leave without hitting the Hard Rock Cafe (actually we could have) so Ev showed us his orangey smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hOosklFVGCU/TgYiUDz-RII/AAAAAAAACAY/t-wNrAigUWE/s1600/late+spring+2011+170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hOosklFVGCU/TgYiUDz-RII/AAAAAAAACAY/t-wNrAigUWE/s320/late+spring+2011+170.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a great trip, although the drive was&amp;nbsp;horrendous. Driving to Reno sucks! The kids did better than I. I would do it all over again to spend some more time with my favorite aunt and uncle!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-1833848006598645740?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1833848006598645740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=1833848006598645740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/1833848006598645740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/1833848006598645740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2011/06/lake-tahoe.html' title='Lake Tahoe'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ru6p0MFsdxM/TgYiJqWpYQI/AAAAAAAAB_w/7vKuD3yc7b8/s72-c/late+spring+2011+058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-2474469066605394480</id><published>2011-06-24T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T23:13:20.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naomi and barry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><title type='text'>Califorrrrrrrrrniaaaaaa.....here we come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before we had time to put all of our Christmas decor away we packed up and headed to LA for Naomi and Barry's Wedding. We drove down with Mike, Melody and Ashton and stayed in Vegas the first night to give us all a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnqrYR0qaLk/TbBk_xsQrJI/AAAAAAAAB-s/-mhjCnxAncg/s1600/2011-01-07+Christmas+and+winter+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnqrYR0qaLk/TbBk_xsQrJI/AAAAAAAAB-s/-mhjCnxAncg/s400/2011-01-07+Christmas+and+winter+2010.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ev and Summy had to compromise while playing together. Ev wanted to be a Jedi and Summy wanted to be Mary. LOL They made it work. Summer has no problem letting her brothers know who is in charge. She climbs all over them, kicks them in her sleep and just plain makes herself comfy in the car, not caring in whose way she is getting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first day in LA was Father's Day so Mike woke up to a gifts and a homemade meal. Okay, so it was Continental Breakfast. One gift he received which he was NOT happy about was a new alternator!!!!! We had driven to the store the night before to stock up of groceries and his car began showing the tells of a dying alternator. Booooooo! Because it was a weekend and Mike has a foreign car we had to wait a couple days to get a new one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the day before the wedding with no car and ended up walking several miles. We had saved all of our gift cards from Christmas so we walked to Target, Toys R Us, the Mall.......it was great exercise and would have been wonderful had it not been RAINING and our kids weren't so grumpy. Trace got blisters and kept saying, "We are just like the Pioneers!" Hahaha! I love that boy's drama. We had quite the adventure! I only wish we could have helped out more with the wedding. Sorry Nums!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n4W2p6XOLZA/TgV34O64HuI/AAAAAAAAB_M/2VxiSQcd9lU/s1600/bloggity+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n4W2p6XOLZA/TgV34O64HuI/AAAAAAAAB_M/2VxiSQcd9lU/s320/bloggity+blog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The day of the ceremony was beautiful. I mean, look at those palm trees and the beautiful ocean! It was breathtaking scenery for a wedding. Everett followed Brad around all day. Those two are peas in a pod. I hope they always stay buddies. Summer had the chance to be a flower girl and enjoyed THROWING the flowers down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ul5g9PvXC8s/TgVu28sMujI/AAAAAAAAB_I/dd25wA5_zZc/s1600/34819_1732792033396_1046377078_32024492_4915336_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ul5g9PvXC8s/TgVu28sMujI/AAAAAAAAB_I/dd25wA5_zZc/s320/34819_1732792033396_1046377078_32024492_4915336_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gorgeous bride, handsome groom, beautiful backdrop.......it was incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RV1NX2eo81I/TgV4Oz0IKSI/AAAAAAAAB_g/KDsEBATQUJE/s1600/Christmas+and+winter+2010+115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RV1NX2eo81I/TgV4Oz0IKSI/AAAAAAAAB_g/KDsEBATQUJE/s320/Christmas+and+winter+2010+115.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It took a while to get our whole family looking at the camera so this is the best we got. I still love it. The ocean and my family are two of my favorite things so I wanted them in a pic together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Vxar08puac/TgV3_AN7IlI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/zAowghZR8D8/s1600/bloggity+blog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Vxar08puac/TgV3_AN7IlI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/zAowghZR8D8/s320/bloggity+blog1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The reception was a total party! There was dancing, and food, and cakes, and music and family and friends and fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCyhXEeUCd8/TgV3_1xDPlI/AAAAAAAAB_U/syeU3RjGttY/s1600/bloggity+blog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCyhXEeUCd8/TgV3_1xDPlI/AAAAAAAAB_U/syeU3RjGttY/s320/bloggity+blog2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel I must explain the first of these pictures. Naomi need a song to dance to so we all got out our smart phones and searched the web. I thought it made a for a funny picture. I also probably should not have taken a picture of Riley and Summy during the prayer, but come on!! They are so stinking cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-33SOy4lQubc/TgV4A7yTdNI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/DgoBEGDgvW8/s1600/bloggity+blog3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-33SOy4lQubc/TgV4A7yTdNI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/DgoBEGDgvW8/s320/bloggity+blog3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next day we hit LA and Hollywood to be tourists. I love feeling like I have a second set of in-laws with Mike and Melody's family. We had a great time in the city and had strangers take pictures of us WITH THEIR cameras. It was bazaar. The boys wanted a pic with Bumble Bee but&amp;nbsp;Vader&amp;nbsp;must have felt left out because he jumped in too. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_gE4cXbuBKs/TgV4PjR2OjI/AAAAAAAAB_k/Mbfz4zQ2lfE/s1600/Christmas+and+winter+2010+291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_gE4cXbuBKs/TgV4PjR2OjI/AAAAAAAAB_k/Mbfz4zQ2lfE/s320/Christmas+and+winter+2010+291.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We spent out last day at the beach. It was too cold to swim but we still enjoyed ourselves. I had been sick for about two weeks so I look miserable in most of the trip pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ku0CXz_358/TgV4Bz63D9I/AAAAAAAAB_c/n-sLqk-oqRQ/s1600/bloggity+blog4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ku0CXz_358/TgV4Bz63D9I/AAAAAAAAB_c/n-sLqk-oqRQ/s320/bloggity+blog4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the beach we found an awesome playground. I won't say what Ev was drawing in the sand, but he had a great time with his Uncle Mike. Summer was buddy buddy with Liz and Trace was just showing off to whomever would watch.&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful trip and are so thankful for the Hagen family's love and acceptance. As for Barry and Naomi, WE LOVE YOU and wish the best for you always. XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-2474469066605394480?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2474469066605394480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=2474469066605394480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/2474469066605394480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/2474469066605394480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2011/06/califorrrrrrrrrniaaaaaahere-we-come.html' title='Califorrrrrrrrrniaaaaaa.....here we come!'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnqrYR0qaLk/TbBk_xsQrJI/AAAAAAAAB-s/-mhjCnxAncg/s72-c/2011-01-07+Christmas+and+winter+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-2103676338779579168</id><published>2011-04-20T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T17:57:00.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><title type='text'>Ghosts and Goblins and Gaga??? Oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMbB0ee_NCU/Ta98HBxGisI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/UoSDV45RKp8/s1600/october+2010+037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMbB0ee_NCU/Ta98HBxGisI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/UoSDV45RKp8/s320/october+2010+037.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Halloween. The holiday we talk about and plan for all year long.This year the boys decided to go the&amp;nbsp;patriotic&amp;nbsp;route. I loved my brave little soldiers in all their camo gear. I especially love that Everett threw in wanting to be a "Vampire Army Guy". He is sooooo in the right family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hM18pHNUTLs/Ta98YXTlmfI/AAAAAAAAB90/turbDfRn_W4/s1600/october+2010+108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hM18pHNUTLs/Ta98YXTlmfI/AAAAAAAAB90/turbDfRn_W4/s320/october+2010+108.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ltLeQN4eIqw/Ta98J8baSyI/AAAAAAAAB9c/a5uJDKUZ_xA/s1600/october+2010+056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ltLeQN4eIqw/Ta98J8baSyI/AAAAAAAAB9c/a5uJDKUZ_xA/s320/october+2010+056.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I decided that with my platinum hair I had no choice but to be Lady GaGa. My students LOVED it and some sixth graders still say, "It's Lady GagAA" when they see me. They say it really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eP8lOBqgbEs/Ta98VjYnfvI/AAAAAAAAB9w/gFDcjFKl_18/s1600/october+2010+098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eP8lOBqgbEs/Ta98VjYnfvI/AAAAAAAAB9w/gFDcjFKl_18/s320/october+2010+098.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For the first time in our home we had a princess at Halloween. Summer was set on being Ariel.....and so she was. I tried to convince her to be a scary Ariel, or a ghost Ariel, but she&amp;nbsp;wouldn't&amp;nbsp;have it. She was going to be a beautiful Ariel!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gsChZDLnITQ/Ta98SuHoQoI/AAAAAAAAB9s/qN1X_pG5sHc/s1600/october+2010+082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gsChZDLnITQ/Ta98SuHoQoI/AAAAAAAAB9s/qN1X_pG5sHc/s200/october+2010+082.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where's Perry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;We attended school parades, church parties, and trick-or-treated our little hearts out. We even got to Trunk-or-Treat with our favorite little cousin, Ashton. Don't mind Mike looking stoned in this pic. Haha. Everyone is looking at the cute Platypus anyway. Hope you have all seen Phineus and Ferb.&lt;br /&gt;I think Mike wins best costume this year. If you have to ask, he is Gene Simmons from KISS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u9IEt9gwCuQ/Ta98eqQlTmI/AAAAAAAAB98/3dxoS13X_08/s1600/october+2010+112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u9IEt9gwCuQ/Ta98eqQlTmI/AAAAAAAAB98/3dxoS13X_08/s320/october+2010+112.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The family that dresses up together.........well, I can't think of anything but we sure have fun. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Can't wait for next year! I already have my costume planned to the minute detail. But it is a surprise. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-2103676338779579168?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2103676338779579168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=2103676338779579168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/2103676338779579168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/2103676338779579168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2011/04/ghosts-and-goblins-and-gaga-oh-my.html' title='Ghosts and Goblins and Gaga??? Oh my!'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMbB0ee_NCU/Ta98HBxGisI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/UoSDV45RKp8/s72-c/october+2010+037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-8717709907742935906</id><published>2011-04-19T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T16:18:11.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skiing'/><title type='text'>SHHHHHHHHHHREDDING the slopes 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RWobQD-ULpo/Ta4VT32n75I/AAAAAAAAB8E/wxYx2I4blt4/s1600/2011-January+skiing+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RWobQD-ULpo/Ta4VT32n75I/AAAAAAAAB8E/wxYx2I4blt4/s400/2011-January+skiing+002.JPG" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As much as I despise being cold, I am in LOVE with Winter! We don't get up the slopes as much as we would like to, but now that our kids are old enough to come along, I see a LOT more shredding in our future. Hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kJ0YnoXTik4/Ta4Vwo6maPI/AAAAAAAAB8c/4egNiOrpOrA/s1600/Search+results+for+skiing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kJ0YnoXTik4/Ta4Vwo6maPI/AAAAAAAAB8c/4egNiOrpOrA/s400/Search+results+for+skiing.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We took Trace to Alta last year and he picked it up so quickly we decided to take Ev this year as well. Let me just say, helping two kids UP the hill is a KILLER arm workout. Trace got to the point where he could get up by himself, but not before getting so frustrated he THREW his freaking skiis! Hmmmm. Wonder where he gets his need for perfection from. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ev wasn't as excited about the whole skiing thing and was easily bored. We spent a lot more time in the lodge than anticipated. He eventually thought it was fun and did AWESOME! By the time we hit the regular hills on the lift they were both tearing it up! Especially Trace!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was beaUtiful! We eventually tore off most of our layers and enjoyed the sunshine and blue skies. It was the greatest day for skiing!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OpLDtc-TrjA/Ta4UidBbYVI/AAAAAAAAB8A/7iHMhtZJVwM/s1600/2011-January+skiing+121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OpLDtc-TrjA/Ta4UidBbYVI/AAAAAAAAB8A/7iHMhtZJVwM/s200/2011-January+skiing+121.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This pic doesn't even do it justice. It was sooooo disgusting!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way down the canyon I noticed a NASTY haze over the valley. I felt like a bad parent for taking my kids into the icky air. I wish we could have taken DEEP breaths and held them till it was gone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-8717709907742935906?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8717709907742935906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=8717709907742935906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8717709907742935906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8717709907742935906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2011/04/shhhhhhhhhhredding-slopes-2011.html' title='SHHHHHHHHHHREDDING the slopes 2011!'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RWobQD-ULpo/Ta4VT32n75I/AAAAAAAAB8E/wxYx2I4blt4/s72-c/2011-January+skiing+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-5439995148082782975</id><published>2011-04-19T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:30:41.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're baaaaAAAAaaaack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I have so missed the blogging world! I miss knowing what everyone is up to and seeing cute pics of kids, hearing about exciting vacations, cheering for all of you through all of your&amp;nbsp;accomplishments and sympathizing during your trials.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I seem to have gotten on the "express" train on the rails of life and it has been difficult to get my bearings. Whew! I think I am finally putting things in the order of importance they should be and ...what do you know?... I have enough calm to bloggity blog again. I have a lot of making up to do so I hope, if there is anyone out there still reading this blog, I hope you enjoy Halloween and Christmas in April. Well, for those of you in Utah, we are basically in "Sprinter" so the snow-filled pics will not seem too out of place. Enough blabbing already! Time to get to work. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;NOTE: I am dating them post dating them so although I have already added a few, they won't show up because they are from things that happened LAST SPRING!!! I am not kidding when I say I am behind peeps. Not that any of you are stressing about this like I am. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/4517212557038293852-5439995148082782975?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5439995148082782975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=5439995148082782975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/5439995148082782975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/5439995148082782975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2011/04/were-baaaaaaaaaaaack.html' title='We&apos;re baaaaAAAAaaaack!'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-3212854378119918369</id><published>2011-03-22T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T07:59:53.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tracy'/><title type='text'>Piano Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhYxvudU44k/TbGX0etwYWI/AAAAAAAAB_A/LOgOBe5yZAI/s1600/171170_10150090754223823_728568822_6380915_2472366_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhYxvudU44k/TbGX0etwYWI/AAAAAAAAB_A/LOgOBe5yZAI/s400/171170_10150090754223823_728568822_6380915_2472366_o.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For over a year Tracy has been BEGGING for piano lessons. He began taking from his Grandma Kelley in February and performed in his first recital a few weeks later!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Trace was nervous at first but when it was his turn he walked right up to the stand, announced his pieces, and played them perfectly! Then he sat down and asked how much longer after EVERY song. Haha. &amp;nbsp;I am proud of his efforts to practice and improve his technique. He is lucky to have a patient Grandma willing to educate him in all things piano.I look forward to the day we can play duets together. I suppose I need to practice more too. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-3212854378119918369?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3212854378119918369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=3212854378119918369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/3212854378119918369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/3212854378119918369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2011/03/piano-man.html' title='Piano Man'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhYxvudU44k/TbGX0etwYWI/AAAAAAAAB_A/LOgOBe5yZAI/s72-c/171170_10150090754223823_728568822_6380915_2472366_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-8845356387071022394</id><published>2010-11-27T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T09:17:12.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Due to Thanksgiving Hockey Tournaments, we were usually somewhere in Colorado for Thanksgiving and, thus, usually celebrated in a hotel restaurant or Denny's. It wasn't until I married Mike and we began hosting that I fell in love with the holiday. Don't get me wrong, Halloween will ALWAYS have my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D3aiJtnF9lk/TbBU-ZRtASI/AAAAAAAAB-k/zs2hs-mIwMo/s1600/DSC03156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D3aiJtnF9lk/TbBU-ZRtASI/AAAAAAAAB-k/zs2hs-mIwMo/s320/DSC03156.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melody scouring the ads in the paper before we head out.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I think I love Thanksgiving most when I am hosting. My normal obsession with a clean kitchen goes out the window for 24 hours while we prepare a fabulous feast. I adore setting the table where friends and family will gather. We are always open to new guests and most often end up with an eclectic group of people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fhx6ITrYcwI/TbBU5qVH36I/AAAAAAAAB-c/k89vWooPWMo/s1600/DSC03141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fhx6ITrYcwI/TbBU5qVH36I/AAAAAAAAB-c/k89vWooPWMo/s320/DSC03141.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ev and Mike guarding Mel's FAB rolls.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Once again this year some of Melody's co-workers from India joined us. It is always fascinating to hear them discuss their culture and the diversity that exists between regions. I had always thought there were only a couple of different religions etc. throughout the Nation, but it turns out there are SEVERAL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zSKUODw5lI/TbBU8DThbhI/AAAAAAAAB-g/E_bTx75rE_w/s1600/DSC03145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zSKUODw5lI/TbBU8DThbhI/AAAAAAAAB-g/E_bTx75rE_w/s320/DSC03145.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ian is a great sport!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We were also able to have Ian, Melody's brother, for dinner because he is living in Utah and attending BYU. He brought his roommate, Matthew, and Matthew's sister, Megan. The kids were THRILLED to have so many people to climb on, perform to, and play with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KnOIyclAU7U/TbBVB4D0uhI/AAAAAAAAB-o/C6Z4k7G7tq0/s1600/DSC03176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KnOIyclAU7U/TbBVB4D0uhI/AAAAAAAAB-o/C6Z4k7G7tq0/s320/DSC03176.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't take many pics for some reason. The table looked really pretty....maybe I will capture it next time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Later that night we had to go to the annual BLACK FRIDAY craziness!!! This year's crew included myself, Charity, Melody and Megan. We hit Fashion Place Mall, Toy's R Us, Target........we were pooped but came home with some STEALS!!! I can't wait to do it all over again!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/4517212557038293852-8845356387071022394?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8845356387071022394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=8845356387071022394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8845356387071022394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8845356387071022394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-feast.html' title='Thanksgiving Feast'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D3aiJtnF9lk/TbBU-ZRtASI/AAAAAAAAB-k/zs2hs-mIwMo/s72-c/DSC03156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-250172181975105098</id><published>2010-10-25T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T18:09:07.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martinez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkins'/><title type='text'>The Gutting of the Gourds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF35D-WLJ9g/Ta-CX5h-itI/AAAAAAAAB-A/6o4-qmwHgMk/s1600/october+2010+061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF35D-WLJ9g/Ta-CX5h-itI/AAAAAAAAB-A/6o4-qmwHgMk/s320/october+2010+061.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This will be trouble one day, but look how cute these boys are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Having Tracy in Kindergarten has proved to be a great resource for him to make new friends. Through him and his little buddies, Mike and I have also made some awesome friends. Some of our FAV's are the Martinez's. We have enjoyed several dinner nights, birthday parties, snowboarding adventures, and other fun times with them. One of the chilliest nights we have spent together was when we decided to carve pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TfuOJHkNRLk/Ta-CaA6eY0I/AAAAAAAAB-E/HszvvVNB7Mo/s1600/october+2010+062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TfuOJHkNRLk/Ta-CaA6eY0I/AAAAAAAAB-E/HszvvVNB7Mo/s320/october+2010+062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Men at Work&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was supposed to be a family affair but I think Mike and Larry did most, if not ALL, of the work. They are the most artistic anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jfEcFV9EgsI/Ta-Cc_TniHI/AAAAAAAAB-I/XfZLBvUV5BY/s1600/october+2010+063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jfEcFV9EgsI/Ta-Cc_TniHI/AAAAAAAAB-I/XfZLBvUV5BY/s320/october+2010+063.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go Utes!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vWC0JR5hoHo/Ta-ChdtrxdI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/wtRX9N-0AYk/s1600/october+2010+070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vWC0JR5hoHo/Ta-ChdtrxdI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/wtRX9N-0AYk/s320/october+2010+070.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The finished products. OOoooooOOOOOOOooooooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-250172181975105098?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/250172181975105098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=250172181975105098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/250172181975105098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/250172181975105098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2011/04/gutting-of-gourds.html' title='The Gutting of the Gourds.'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF35D-WLJ9g/Ta-CX5h-itI/AAAAAAAAB-A/6o4-qmwHgMk/s72-c/october+2010+061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-5773310388634284208</id><published>2010-10-09T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T11:36:32.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st. george'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>St. George Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEi2djDkBI/AAAAAAAABwQ/CvDB5G1t2gs/s1600/september+and+october-+2010+031.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEijF-xEUI/AAAAAAAABv4/6sJkWwWod50/s320/september+and+october-+2010+016.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best darn cheering section a girl could ask for.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I have about a million things about which to BLOG, but I want to write about this experience before it is too far out of my head. This WHOLE experience has been quite the adventure and the people with whom I have shared it&amp;nbsp; have told me to write it down before I forget. Here goes.....&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved running and completing a marathon has always been on my bucket list. I registered for one back in 2000 but during training I learned my mom was dying and I chose spending time with her over running two hours a day. NO REGRETS! Well, marriage, school, pregnancy, babies and just LIFE happened and I never got back to training. This year I decided it was MY TIME! I knew I didn't really have the time to train but I was determined to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEiu1pq-TI/AAAAAAAABwE/5SEw7TUHLkQ/s1600/september+and+october-+2010+022.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After entering the St. George Marathon lottery I learned I got in back in APRIL. It was an exciting day! Even better was that I wrangled one of my besties, well I call her my breastie, to run it with me. We don't live close so we didn't get to train together but we supported each other via text through hard runs, blisters, shin splints, perverted passers by, and other things which are NEVER TO BE SPOKEN OF. LOL Training while working, being wife, raising young children........was a challenge! I had many early mornings and several late nights. Mike was SUPPORTIVE throughout my endeavor. He and the kids would drop me off somewhere 10 to 20 miles away and wave goodbye as I began my run back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEjZF48DXI/AAAAAAAABws/O138YZabV-w/s1600/september+and+october-+2010+088.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEjZF48DXI/AAAAAAAABws/O138YZabV-w/s320/september+and+october-+2010+088.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Training was going GREAT until three weeks pre-race day. I was on my 20 mile run and injured my inner thighs. Basically, I had slowly been tearing the ligaments off of my pubic bone, the surrounding muscles were trying to compensate creating tendonitis, and bottom line I COULDN'T WALK, LET ALONE RUN!!! I was devastated and, well pissed!!! I had been training all summer and now I was in no position to run. Not to sound haughty but I believe I am a TOUGH person. I have survived many things while in excruciating pain.Well, no matter how how much my brain wanted to push through the pain, my legs said, "NO!" When I would put weight on them they would buckle and collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEnFOY5cmI/AAAAAAAABw0/ogPgcRBqJdk/s320/september+and+october-+2010+009.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I was busy getting heat stroke Summer got into the baby powder.....the WHOLE bottle!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Now, I will get back to my legs, but here is the second part of my story. I have always believed in GOD, but I have never had a CONCRETE testimony of the LDS church. I have always thought it sounded nice and was a good environment in which to raise kids, but this past year I seriously considered leaving. I know, SHOCKER to many of you. I wasn't anti-mormon and nobody had offended me, I just didn't KNOW if I could go through the motions anymore. In April I read the BOM in less than a month and thought it was an incredible experience.......but I still wasn't sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEnFOY5cmI/AAAAAAAABw0/ogPgcRBqJdk/s1600/september+and+october-+2010+009.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to my legs. I never stopped praying to God. I just always felt selfish praying for myself. I got over it and prayed, PLEADING that somehow I would be able to run. I even humbled myself enough to get a priesthood blessing. I wasn't sure it would work but I was willing to test my faith in ANYTHING that could help me fulfill a dream. A week later my breastie, Charity, told me her friend had a friend who could probably help me.&lt;br /&gt;His name is Tom Fletcher and he is a Chiropractor by trade. I had never been to a chiro nor did I really think he could fix me, but again I was willing to try ANYTHING!!! I first went to his office two weeks pre-race. Turns out he is not any old chiro. He is certified with Ironman and has worked with Olympic athletes! He was confident he could help me get not only to the race but across the finish line. He is trained in a technique called Active Release Technique. It hurt like hell, and I was covered in bruises but IT WORKED!!! After working with him three times I was ready for the race.&lt;br /&gt;I had gotten three opinions from three different docs as to whether doing the race would cause permanent damage and 2 out of three said, "As long as you take it slow!" The 1 was a total douche so I didn't really value his opinion anyway. I promised to take it slow, keep my muscles warm and take in a lot of electrolytes during the race.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Mike and I packed up the kids, my running gear and our swimsuits and headed to St. George. Friday, Charity and I checked out the Marathon Expo, got our race bibs, attended a first timers seminar, ran into old friends, current friends, and the kids made signs to hold up for us as we crossed the finish line. I was beginning to think the blessing might have worked after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEjWtBZobI/AAAAAAAABwo/7aQ8Gx40Ovs/s1600/september+and+october-+2010+072.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEjWtBZobI/AAAAAAAABwo/7aQ8Gx40Ovs/s320/september+and+october-+2010+072.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEjWtBZobI/AAAAAAAABwo/7aQ8Gx40Ovs/s1600/september+and+october-+2010+072.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday was RACE DAY!!! I woke up at 4:00, got dressed, taped my toes, put my KT tape on my knees and thighs, tri-glided my entire body, and laced up my kicks. Chard and I then headed off to the buses. It was quite the PARTAAY for 5 am. After we reached the top of the 26.2 mile drive UP the party continued: campfires, music, hugs, prizes....it was so exciting! I had always heard it was freezing at the top so I was ready with my beanie, gloves and Savers sweats. Unfortunately, I didn't need them. I say "unfortunately" because it was a bad omen that it was already 60+ degrees. By the time the race started at 7:00 we had already stripped down to our tank tops and shorts. &lt;br /&gt;The first eleven miles were easy breezy. NOTE: Whoever thinks the St. G marathon is all down hill has never RUN the St. G marathon! We took in all the excitement, my legs felt great and then.......MY LEGS STARTED BUCKLING!!!! I began to stress and by mile 13 I was in excruciating pain!!! I was half way to achieving this goal and I could barely move. When these muscles tighten my stride is basically cut in half. I could probably have walked faster than I could run at this point. SERIOUSLY! :( I prayed in my head that I would be able to make it and just kept going albeit slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEizYb5pMI/AAAAAAAABwM/onIFII4J2rQ/s320/september+and+october-+2010+029.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;*BING*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Well, God gave me something to take my mind off the pain and it was in the form of INSANE HEAT!!! The sun came up as we were passing the Veyo volcano and it was brutal! I know at some point it reached 93 degrees and if you factor in the black pavement I am sure it was 100 plus for us crazy runners! I began noticing people laying on the side of the road, getting taken away in ambulances with IV's, collapsing into volunteers' arms and getting into the shuttles. Now, these were not just newbees and old people. These were race veterans and serious athletes! It was HOT people!!! Between the heat and the pain I think I dissociated from life for a couple of hours. I was physically and mentally exhausted but quitting is not in my lexicon so I kept going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEizYb5pMI/AAAAAAAABwM/onIFII4J2rQ/s1600/september+and+october-+2010+029.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chard and I stayed together for most of the race, and even when we split up we always caught back up to each other. By mile 20 we were dead. Let's just say you do things during those last 6 miles you normally wouldn't do: you get over the fact there is no TP in the porta-John, you don't flinch at what you HOPE is a smooshed Power Bar on the road, you are so desperate for hydration you aren't above grabbing a water bottle off the freaking ground and you ignore the fact there is a layer of salt on your body and your skin is probably frying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEjI7yvVTI/AAAAAAAABwU/xH8t5ku5alY/s320/september+and+october-+2010+033.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teresa drove all the way down to watch me cross the finish line. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEiw7oJsvI/AAAAAAAABwI/Ww5a2Qwmr9s/s320/september+and+october-+2010+026.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made it!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;By this time Chard and I had become buddies with this Asian guy from Cali. We were all tired and dead from the heat so we just kept each other going and joked about how miserable we were but how awesome we were for not getting into the now crowded shuttles. At mile 23 we were in the city and my legs were on fire. I could literally FEEL the ligaments ripping off the bone and my tendons were so tight I thought about cutting them to relieve the pressure. (I was not thinking clearly. lol) I wanted to stay with my buddies but I knew if I didn't get to the finish line soon I wasn't going to make it. I feel soooooo guilty because I knew Chard was struggling and yet I totally ditched her. :( I had hoped we would cross together and do some awesome toe touch or something. When I saw those silver balloons I was so happy, but when I saw my cute family and one of my other besties, Teresa, I was ELATED!!! I had made it and although I was disappointed in my time I had run my first marathon! I got my medal, gave some sweaty hugs and waited anxiously for Chard. She crossed soon after (after PUKING the last few miles!!! Again I feel like such a tool for leaving her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEiw7oJsvI/AAAAAAAABwI/Ww5a2Qwmr9s/s1600/september+and+october-+2010+026.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEjI7yvVTI/AAAAAAAABwU/xH8t5ku5alY/s1600/september+and+october-+2010+033.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEjMC-yR5I/AAAAAAAABwY/j-B3DJrnJTY/s320/september+and+october-+2010+035.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breasties Forever!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The whole experience was such a trip! I have since learned that slmost 2000 people didn't even finish!!!! It was the hottest race St. G has had. Most people I know who were trying for PB times didn't come close. One in particular passed out at 20 miles! When people found out it was our first marathon they told us we had the worst possible conditions a first timer could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEjMC-yR5I/AAAAAAAABwY/j-B3DJrnJTY/s1600/september+and+october-+2010+035.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEi2djDkBI/AAAAAAAABwQ/CvDB5G1t2gs/s320/september+and+october-+2010+031.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you look closely you can actually SEE the layer of salt.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Now, do I think there was divine intervention? Um......DEFINITELY! I should not have been able to run, make it through the pain, and survive the heat on my own. Also, one of the nights I spent with my mom in the hospital before she died, I told her to meet me at the finish line when I finally ran a marathon. Did she? Again...DEFINITELY! Not only that, but I felt her with me throughout the race. I even wore a pink ribbon tatoo in her honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEi2djDkBI/AAAAAAAABwQ/CvDB5G1t2gs/s1600/september+and+october-+2010+031.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You may be wondering if this experience has scarred me from the marathon realm but actually the opposite is true. I am running the Ogden marathon next May and hope to get in the St. George Marathon for next October too. I figure it can't get any worse, right? ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEjOiWgnaI/AAAAAAAABwc/pzoP_kQGIv8/s320/september+and+october-+2010+036.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Physical PROOF of where Tracy gets his crazy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEjOiWgnaI/AAAAAAAABwc/pzoP_kQGIv8/s1600/september+and+october-+2010+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am still working on my testimony but I can tell you it has grown exponentially throughout this experience. And there hasn't been a day I haven't thanked God for His help and for helping me complete something I have wanted for so very long. I may need Physical Therapy for a few months, I am missing three toe nails, and I still have a crazy sunglass tan line, but this smile isn't going anywhere. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEjUfgJSaI/AAAAAAAABwk/bTF7VQiq7fI/s320/september+and+october-+2010+058.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike loved capturing my pain. Walking to the pool the next day was like running another race! OWEY!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;WARNING!!! DO NOT SCROLL DOWN IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH!!!!!! It is a good thing pointe shoes ruined my feet years ago so I have never had pretty feet. Now they are just EXTRA ugly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEjbzhF-nI/AAAAAAAABww/f1F5Rb4Ej2o/s320/september+and+october-+2010+091.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone up for giving me a pedi?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEjbzhF-nI/AAAAAAAABww/f1F5Rb4Ej2o/s1600/september+and+october-+2010+091.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEjUfgJSaI/AAAAAAAABwk/bTF7VQiq7fI/s1600/september+and+october-+2010+058.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-5773310388634284208?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5773310388634284208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=5773310388634284208&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/5773310388634284208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/5773310388634284208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2010/10/st-george-marathon.html' title='St. George Marathon'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEijF-xEUI/AAAAAAAABv4/6sJkWwWod50/s72-c/september+and+october-+2010+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-4725589530441849756</id><published>2010-10-09T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T17:41:04.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everett'/><title type='text'>I don't know but I've been told....Everett is four years old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEGXJUiy9I/AAAAAAAABvQ/IuoPScXnurs/s1600/DSC02623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEGXJUiy9I/AAAAAAAABvQ/IuoPScXnurs/s320/DSC02623.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I, I mean Everett, has been looking forward to an ARMY party all year long. ;) We are very patriotic around these parts so it was great to have an extra day to pay tribute to our troops and our blessed nation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEHK2prIYI/AAAAAAAABvg/Ma1XBgp3CtQ/s1600/DSC02639.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEHK2prIYI/AAAAAAAABvg/Ma1XBgp3CtQ/s320/DSC02639.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Private First Class Bollinger reporting for duty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEHE3zYfEI/AAAAAAAABvY/EN0MTzE7-eI/s1600/DSC02627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEHE3zYfEI/AAAAAAAABvY/EN0MTzE7-eI/s320/DSC02627.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The ARMY rations given to all recruits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEHHwvOtfI/AAAAAAAABvc/CrBw9c3G0w4/s1600/DSC02628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEHHwvOtfI/AAAAAAAABvc/CrBw9c3G0w4/s320/DSC02628.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We wrote letters to the troops to thank them for their service. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEHS1azlwI/AAAAAAAABvo/f8uj5o5VMyc/s1600/DSC02672.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEHS1azlwI/AAAAAAAABvo/f8uj5o5VMyc/s320/DSC02672.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I didn't do Drill Team for nothing people. I used my "skills" to teach the recruits a few drills and we had an official drill down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEHOn6OkOI/AAAAAAAABvk/snCyRzHsPjs/s1600/DSC02645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEHOn6OkOI/AAAAAAAABvk/snCyRzHsPjs/s320/DSC02645.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEHWYRQRjI/AAAAAAAABvs/0wctOYzjelg/s1600/DSC02690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEHWYRQRjI/AAAAAAAABvs/0wctOYzjelg/s320/DSC02690.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Patriotic cupcakes and a Camo cake that looked a lot better in my head. Oh well, Ev loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEHZunyySI/AAAAAAAABvw/jHuaVnPi5_4/s1600/DSC02714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEHZunyySI/AAAAAAAABvw/jHuaVnPi5_4/s320/DSC02714.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I had to post this pic because I think it is so darn hilarious! I wonder what she is thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEHdZRIvAI/AAAAAAAABv0/vZzG0va5cH8/s1600/DSC02737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEHdZRIvAI/AAAAAAAABv0/vZzG0va5cH8/s320/DSC02737.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Happy Birthday lil soldier! Your smile brightens my day, your voice is the most adorable sound in the world, your sense of humor is infectious and your heart is unconditional. We love you Ev and all that you bring into this world. Don't you ever change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-4725589530441849756?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4725589530441849756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=4725589530441849756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/4725589530441849756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/4725589530441849756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-know-but-ive-been-toldeverett-is.html' title='I don&apos;t know but I&apos;ve been told....Everett is four years old!'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TLEGXJUiy9I/AAAAAAAABvQ/IuoPScXnurs/s72-c/DSC02623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-3742532281268154768</id><published>2010-09-20T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T15:54:37.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQnbsbYmgBY/Ta9giD0tzOI/AAAAAAAAB9M/OFTIAgxZMoY/s1600/DSC02358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQnbsbYmgBY/Ta9giD0tzOI/AAAAAAAAB9M/OFTIAgxZMoY/s320/DSC02358.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ev means&amp;nbsp;business.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We decided that since we were already going to be up in Heber for the Swiss Cheese Days festivities that we should stay a couple of nights camping in the beautiful mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VLqaR3eeMHc/Ta9gl_Ts25I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/LeZn6l0ZVk4/s1600/DSC02363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VLqaR3eeMHc/Ta9gl_Ts25I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/LeZn6l0ZVk4/s320/DSC02363.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I think the twins and Summy could be triplets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our friends, the Sullivans, and their adorable 4 girls joined us. Piper joined us too because he has been a little depressed since Phoenix ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKzIz5Ubha8/Ta9gKJKJoQI/AAAAAAAAB9I/v47gC_A-KnQ/s1600/2010+-+labor+day+weekend+and+end+of+summer+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKzIz5Ubha8/Ta9gKJKJoQI/AAAAAAAAB9I/v47gC_A-KnQ/s400/2010+-+labor+day+weekend+and+end+of+summer+%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent most of our time playing around our campsite and the Sullivan's trailor. The weather was pretty decent and the kids all had a blast! As for the adults, we kept ourselves busy with Darin's "GRUESOME" jokes. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FpdPLpvzEj4/Ta9hwe-hgqI/AAAAAAAAB9U/AkoWUMkInUU/s1600/2010+-+labor+day+weekend+and+end+of+summer+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FpdPLpvzEj4/Ta9hwe-hgqI/AAAAAAAAB9U/AkoWUMkInUU/s400/2010+-+labor+day+weekend+and+end+of+summer+%25283%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we went home on Saturday, we stopped my the park to play....and get SOAKED!!!! The kids were filthy but they were having such a fun time we didn't stop them.&amp;nbsp;&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/4517212557038293852-3742532281268154768?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3742532281268154768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=3742532281268154768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/3742532281268154768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/3742532281268154768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2010/09/labor-day-camping.html' title='Labor Day Camping'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQnbsbYmgBY/Ta9giD0tzOI/AAAAAAAAB9M/OFTIAgxZMoY/s72-c/DSC02358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-8484470121800056837</id><published>2010-09-20T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T15:20:35.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swiss cheese days'/><title type='text'>Swiss Cheese Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Every September, &amp;nbsp;in the hearth of Midway, people gather from the far reaches of the state of Utah to celebrate Swiss Days.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;......Well Swiss Days is for suckas! Swiss CHEESE Days is where it's at! Our&amp;nbsp;imaginative pal Ben created this new holiday as a means to eat cheese, gather, eat cheese, listen to music, eat cheese, play games and eat cheese. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTcatrfmwN4/Ta9ZsTZ-33I/AAAAAAAAB9E/tcwmq8NK_B4/s1600/2010+-+labor+day+weekend+and+end+of+summer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTcatrfmwN4/Ta9ZsTZ-33I/AAAAAAAAB9E/tcwmq8NK_B4/s400/2010+-+labor+day+weekend+and+end+of+summer.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wD4kMGVR7L0/Ta9XeVY_NHI/AAAAAAAAB84/4XgX5xpUYfw/s1600/DSC02308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wD4kMGVR7L0/Ta9XeVY_NHI/AAAAAAAAB84/4XgX5xpUYfw/s200/DSC02308.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O-DA-LAY-HE-HOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ben put a lot of work into this event and it showed! For the first game all participants were to throw a piece of Swiss cheese into the middle of the Swiss flag. Next up was the "Is it Velveeta?" game. We were blindfolded and given a cracker with either Velveeta or spray cheese. I think Ben was the only one who got it wrong. LOL It was an awesome night and we appreciate all the work put into it. Can't wait for next year's festivities!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sehen Sie später!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It was the perfect opportunity for Summer to wear her little Swiss dress from Grandma and Grandpa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-8484470121800056837?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8484470121800056837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=8484470121800056837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8484470121800056837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8484470121800056837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2010/09/swiss-cheese-days.html' title='Swiss Cheese Days'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTcatrfmwN4/Ta9ZsTZ-33I/AAAAAAAAB9E/tcwmq8NK_B4/s72-c/2010+-+labor+day+weekend+and+end+of+summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-5073492000172224575</id><published>2010-08-23T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T14:57:51.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everett'/><title type='text'>Back to School Fools</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;School Days, School Days, Back to School Again......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This year Tracy started Kindergarten and boy was he ready! When his ADORABLE teacher, Mrs. Aune, tested him at the beginning of the year he let his "Traciness" shine through. She asked if he knew his letters and numbers and he raised his arms up gangsta style and replied, "BRING IT ON!" LOL He is such a character. We are lucky to have all day KG at our school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8BebNKvOa4g/Ta9Py9CmeTI/AAAAAAAAB8s/i38uBmFmDas/s1600/DSC02387.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8BebNKvOa4g/Ta9Py9CmeTI/AAAAAAAAB8s/i38uBmFmDas/s200/DSC02387.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am too cool to smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7o0nBH_IQMs/Ta9PwYlX6SI/AAAAAAAAB8o/eTJT6MY_lnE/s1600/DSC02263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7o0nBH_IQMs/Ta9PwYlX6SI/AAAAAAAAB8o/eTJT6MY_lnE/s200/DSC02263.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm gonna rock this place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-opGNObM0aak/Ta9Wljq2MoI/AAAAAAAAB80/XFUMSHPaDro/s1600/DSC02307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-opGNObM0aak/Ta9Wljq2MoI/AAAAAAAAB80/XFUMSHPaDro/s200/DSC02307.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;CUTEST teacher EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am working in the third grade again this year. Tracy's class is down the next hall so we run into&amp;nbsp;each other&amp;nbsp;a lot. I still adore my job and my students. Those of you on FB know some of the hilarious things that come out of their mouths. Once I am caught up I will post some of them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Everett began his second year of Preschool with Miss Anna and Miss Ginger. He has developed quite the singing voice and his teachers called the day of his performance very disappointed he was sick. They said he was their "star". :( He is always happy to help out and his smiling face brightens our days. It also brightens the face of his girlfriend, Jocelyn. He has come a long way with his "CK" and "T" sounds so no more asking him to say he loves KITTIES!!!!You know who you are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/4517212557038293852-5073492000172224575?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5073492000172224575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=5073492000172224575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/5073492000172224575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/5073492000172224575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-school-fools.html' title='Back to School Fools'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8BebNKvOa4g/Ta9Py9CmeTI/AAAAAAAAB8s/i38uBmFmDas/s72-c/DSC02387.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-7131122652103770939</id><published>2010-08-05T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T14:46:53.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gdi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park city'/><title type='text'>Buh Bye Jame....Park Silly style.</title><content type='html'>Well, we said Goodbye to Dave with a party so it was only natural we go ALL OUT when it was Jami's turn to head off to Minnesota. Those of us who could make it piled into Amber's Suburban and drove up to Park City for the night.&lt;br /&gt;We began our night with some&amp;nbsp;delectable treats from &amp;nbsp;SWEET TOOTH FAIRY and then ate dinner at Loco Lizard. As always, we were the loudest group in the restaurant.....especially when we started taking pictures. And when we tried to pull other people INTO our pictures. LOL Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtf0dn4Jp8Y/Ta4A3AdwenI/AAAAAAAAB74/wlDF_zebeyc/s1600/august+-+2010+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtf0dn4Jp8Y/Ta4A3AdwenI/AAAAAAAAB74/wlDF_zebeyc/s200/august+-+2010+010.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N-GPILopc8I/Ta4AygUsA9I/AAAAAAAAB7s/MVJyNu5fk9o/s1600/august+-+2010+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N-GPILopc8I/Ta4AygUsA9I/AAAAAAAAB7s/MVJyNu5fk9o/s200/august+-+2010+005.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After our bellies were ready to burst we checked into our fancy schmancy &amp;nbsp;hotel. Jami had a connection at the Waldorf Astoria in PC so we got a really good deal for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-dxj1DCh9w/Ta4A4lJ6W4I/AAAAAAAAB78/v4Emy_G6Ulo/s1600/august+-+2010+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-dxj1DCh9w/Ta4A4lJ6W4I/AAAAAAAAB78/v4Emy_G6Ulo/s200/august+-+2010+014.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We chatted by the pool till we got too cold, then headed to a movie. Being the ONLY non chick flick fan in the group I lost out and we went to see, "Eat, Pray. Love". I think seeing it with my favorite gals made it fun. :) I am still looking for the rest of these pics........so stay tuned. ;)&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO THE PERSON WHO LEFT THE TOILET FOR ME TO UNCLOG......there will be revenge. Oh yes! There will be revenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-7131122652103770939?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7131122652103770939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=7131122652103770939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/7131122652103770939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/7131122652103770939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2010/08/buh-bye-jamepark-silly-style.html' title='Buh Bye Jame....Park Silly style.'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtf0dn4Jp8Y/Ta4A3AdwenI/AAAAAAAAB74/wlDF_zebeyc/s72-c/august+-+2010+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-8858386697157227342</id><published>2010-07-30T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T14:25:42.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>A Rockstar in the making!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM2gZUu4XI/AAAAAAAABuM/ylNEOREIsIo/s1600/DSC01767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM2gZUu4XI/AAAAAAAABuM/ylNEOREIsIo/s320/DSC01767.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Summer started singing before she started talking. Now, EVERY song must be sung to and EVERY melody must be danced to. We love our little Diva so much we threw out all the stops for her second birthday and ROCKED OUT in her honor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM0HkkahwI/AAAAAAAABs0/xU3pYTQn4qE/s1600/Summer%27s+2nd+Bday+invitation+-+Page+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM0HkkahwI/AAAAAAAABs0/xU3pYTQn4qE/s400/Summer%27s+2nd+Bday+invitation+-+Page+001.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I tried to make her invitation look like a magazine cover. Mike snapped this shot in Lake Powell and it captures Summy's rock star attitude PERFECTLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM0_Mg088I/AAAAAAAABs8/ePVtG3w6Y5Y/s1600/DSC01708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM0_Mg088I/AAAAAAAABs8/ePVtG3w6Y5Y/s320/DSC01708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM1uBdVJFI/AAAAAAAABt0/m6ypwxGsCTA/s1600/DSC01722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM1uBdVJFI/AAAAAAAABt0/m6ypwxGsCTA/s200/DSC01722.JPG" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;For her party Summy wanted pink hair and the boys wanted green. I recently put a purple stripe in my hair so I figured they could have colored hair too. We had a good time getting everyone decked out. Everett always wants to play in my makeup so I let him wear eyeliner for the party. I think he looks like a member of Green Day. Not many three-year old boys get to wear MAC graph black. Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM1jrrlASI/AAAAAAAABtk/ZZt2JhIIqpA/s1600/DSC01717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM1jrrlASI/AAAAAAAABtk/ZZt2JhIIqpA/s320/DSC01717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Guests arrived and were directed to the "PINK CARPET". I know it should be red but red didn't go with the theme of the party. Yes, I AM that OCD. lol Anyway, I put up a several tabloid pics as well as advertisements with pictures of SUMMER, the celebrity. They were so much fun to make that I could have made 100 more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM1NEjtezI/AAAAAAAABtM/Ts_6W5fYd7c/s1600/DSC01715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM1NEjtezI/AAAAAAAABtM/Ts_6W5fYd7c/s400/DSC01715.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who's ready to party? I love that she is all dolled up yet playing in the dirt! Is there any question she is my daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM1XMFeZWI/AAAAAAAABtU/3r9dh_veKS8/s1600/DSC01712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM1XMFeZWI/AAAAAAAABtU/3r9dh_veKS8/s320/DSC01712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The colors for the party were pink, black and silver so the cake had to follow suit. I must say, I finally kicked fondants butt! We have had a love/hate relationship for a couple of years but now I think we have come to a compromise: I promise not to throw it against the wall if it promises not to be too sticky or break apart when I roll it onto the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM1-Bg4t7I/AAAAAAAABt8/dziFRv-s-4U/s1600/DSC01752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM1-Bg4t7I/AAAAAAAABt8/dziFRv-s-4U/s320/DSC01752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM1ZBICBSI/AAAAAAAABtc/FnWjxEgFXK4/s1600/DSC01736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The girls enjoyed playing FREEZE DANCE more than the boys. That is probably why Zoe and Oakley won. I wish we'd gotten pictures of the first game. I called it "POP THE PAPARAZZI". We blew up a bunch of balloons and drew cameras on them. Since everyone at the party was a celebrity they got to POP the PAPARAZZI. They had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM2LKndbtI/AAAAAAAABuE/l0G4yhQVXAI/s1600/DSC01761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM2LKndbtI/AAAAAAAABuE/l0G4yhQVXAI/s320/DSC01761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Before we cut the cake the kids all got to make their own cupcake microphones. It was MESSY but oh so FUN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM2zJ8xzjI/AAAAAAAABuc/vaX8eJj_QVk/s1600/DSC01782.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM2zJ8xzjI/AAAAAAAABuc/vaX8eJj_QVk/s320/DSC01782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Summy wasn't all that into blowing out the candles. She just wanted to eat the cake. Everett even blew out the candles for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM3E5pOvuI/AAAAAAAABuk/z20hSTpocGs/s1600/DSC01797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM3E5pOvuI/AAAAAAAABuk/z20hSTpocGs/s320/DSC01797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have never seen so much PINK as when Summy opened gifts! Pink dress ups, pink backpack, pink shoes, pink boxes, pink bags, pink tissue paper, and one Buzz Light Year (Whew!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM2rqOoVXI/AAAAAAAABuU/Kl8AJJk4ijA/s1600/DSC01772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM2rqOoVXI/AAAAAAAABuU/Kl8AJJk4ijA/s320/DSC01772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always have such a great turnout for our parties and it makes me grateful we have so many people who truly care about us and our little family. No wonder Summer thinks she is a Rock Star! She is always being showered with love and attention. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM1pb0jVhI/AAAAAAAABts/KkUE2D71fic/s1600/DSC01720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM1pb0jVhI/AAAAAAAABts/KkUE2D71fic/s320/DSC01720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every celebrity went home with a SWAG BAG just like they do at the Academy Awards and other celeb. shin digs. Only I doubt Angelina goes home with Pop Rocks and George Clooney only WISHES he had a guitar shaped bubble necklace. Everyone even got an autographed picture of SUMMER. I am sure they will be worth a lot of money one day. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM3ZAngzhI/AAAAAAAABu8/OB5oOTZrYGI/s1600/DSC01834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM3ZAngzhI/AAAAAAAABu8/OB5oOTZrYGI/s320/DSC01834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I LOVE THIS GIRL! Even when I catch her playing with her new Princess Vanity in the middle of the night. Although she is only two she is our family glue. We are all drawn to her sweet, calm disposition. Only she could get me to wear a princess crown and pretend to be Ariel. She is everything girl, but at the same time as rough and tough as any boy. I often worry that as the third child she is missing out on attention or learning experiences. In reality, it's just the opposite!!! Her brothers have taught her far more than I. In fact just today she pointed out an octagon to Mike. We were both flabbergasted! As sweet and small as she is I see immense strength in my little Diva. I know she has a great future ahead of her and look forward to seeing her reach her full potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM3Kz2X0EI/AAAAAAAABus/wB8fJZnYNWk/s1600/DSC01808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM3Kz2X0EI/AAAAAAAABus/wB8fJZnYNWk/s320/DSC01808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What were we laughing about Jame? It looks like it was really hilarious and I can't remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-8858386697157227342?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8858386697157227342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=8858386697157227342&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8858386697157227342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8858386697157227342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2010/07/rockstar-in-making.html' title='A Rockstar in the making!'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TFM2gZUu4XI/AAAAAAAABuM/ylNEOREIsIo/s72-c/DSC01767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-1233073060197061783</id><published>2010-07-24T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T12:36:09.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating the 24th with BLOOD, SWEAT and TEARS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our holiday began with an amazing run through the canyon (&lt;b&gt;the SWEAT part&lt;/b&gt;) and then a refreshing dip at a pool somewhere in Utah County with the Burtons. You know how you tell your kids over and over NOT to run by the pool? Well now you all have a visual to go along with your future lectures. THIS is what happens!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tqCicEZy6Mc/Ta3ZVnTc0mI/AAAAAAAAB4w/Ztyj8V8s9UI/s1600/IMG_3982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tqCicEZy6Mc/Ta3ZVnTc0mI/AAAAAAAAB4w/Ztyj8V8s9UI/s200/IMG_3982.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. Everett busted h is head WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE open and had to get staples (&lt;b&gt;the BLOOD part&lt;/b&gt;). There are two things you should know about Ev: 1. He is the toughest little dude you will ever meet and 2. He loooooooves the ladies. He cried for about a minute and then he just flirted with the cute life guards as they tried to triage the situation. LOL They fell in love with him (and how could they not?).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug-2suq44yM/Ta3cwaPhT9I/AAAAAAAAB40/UBPzLnAscJ8/s1600/IMG_3985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug-2suq44yM/Ta3cwaPhT9I/AAAAAAAAB40/UBPzLnAscJ8/s200/IMG_3985.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only Ev would CHEER about being in the ER and getting stapled.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insticare is almost always a nightmare but being that it was a holiday made it even more chaotic! I tried to get Ev to hold still and look like he was in pain so we could look more urgent but, instead I chased him around the waiting room with a towel so he didn't drip blood everywhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were finally able to see the Dr. and Ev was able to get stapled up. I thought he would scream as the scrubbed it, shot a needle into it and then stapled it but he was just bugged by how loud it was. Then all he did was ask where his popcicle was. I love this guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mqj0EhmUnLE/Ta3cxplZGWI/AAAAAAAAB44/X5Ww5F4F6-k/s1600/IMG_3991.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mqj0EhmUnLE/Ta3cxplZGWI/AAAAAAAAB44/X5Ww5F4F6-k/s200/IMG_3991.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;FrankenEverett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After the staples, he asked if he could go back to the pool. The Doc gave the go ahead so we went back and he made sure to tell EVERYONE not to run!!!! His cute lifeguard ladies were so happy to see him and you'd better believe he soaked up every drop of their attention. Silly boy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86Fg3lnVTiQ/Ta3dB3yZWuI/AAAAAAAAB5M/PsuL5Bc3Nlo/s1600/DSC01927.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86Fg3lnVTiQ/Ta3dB3yZWuI/AAAAAAAAB5M/PsuL5Bc3Nlo/s200/DSC01927.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have made it a tradition over the last few years to attend the Butlerville Days festivities in Cottonwood Heights. It is sort of a hidden gem in the valley. It is never overly crowded, there are activities for everyone, the food is tasty, the fireworks are amazing and the entertainment is.....well....pretty bad. Can't be perfect at everything right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYuD4V47B-Q/Ta3czzeRLPI/AAAAAAAAB48/q79dN45fCxg/s1600/DSC01922.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYuD4V47B-Q/Ta3czzeRLPI/AAAAAAAAB48/q79dN45fCxg/s320/DSC01922.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any event with cars is a hit with our boys.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tdi_s7m252M/Ta3dFvdZ2BI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/HB8_E4KBS9A/s1600/DSC01931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tdi_s7m252M/Ta3dFvdZ2BI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/HB8_E4KBS9A/s200/DSC01931.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A yoo-tah girl, a yoo-tah girl is she.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;We always try to meet up with Mike's fam and some friends to enjoy the amazeballs fireworks! (That's for you Lizy.) I still dream about living on the beach, but I am grateful to call Utah home. I can ski/board in the winter, hike and off-road in the spring, water ski all summer, camp in the fall.....For a girl who loves the outdoors, Utah is a pretty amazing place to live.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the fireball fiasco at the Stadium of Fire, I am happy to say noone was harmed during the show. Trace had to be talked down from the verge of a panic attack (&lt;b&gt;the TEARS part&lt;/b&gt;) and then he sat back and enjoyed the show. I think it helped that Grandma and Grandpa always bring yummy treats.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Igmexn67ufw/Ta3dPjSJTTI/AAAAAAAAB5c/E45bFRdJpGs/s1600/DSC01952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Igmexn67ufw/Ta3dPjSJTTI/AAAAAAAAB5c/E45bFRdJpGs/s320/DSC01952.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazeballs!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-1233073060197061783?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1233073060197061783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=1233073060197061783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/1233073060197061783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/1233073060197061783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2010/07/celebrating-24th-with-blood-sweat-and.html' title='Celebrating the 24th with BLOOD, SWEAT and TEARS.'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tqCicEZy6Mc/Ta3ZVnTc0mI/AAAAAAAAB4w/Ztyj8V8s9UI/s72-c/IMG_3982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-6885541517633811455</id><published>2010-07-21T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:28:28.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><title type='text'>The bombs bursting in air.......LITERALLY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEep-c0y9WI/AAAAAAAABsk/G0WaHE78ADo/s1600/DSC01642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEep-c0y9WI/AAAAAAAABsk/G0WaHE78ADo/s320/DSC01642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496548760583599458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As much as I adore Halloween I look forward to Independence Day more than any other holiday. No chick flick can bring this girl to tears, but show me a flag or share a story about a military officer, or watch me read a historical novel and I sure come darn close. Chills all over!!! I am so in love with this country and for what it stands! I am grateful for all that was done to create this amazing nation. I know that God planned for the United States of America to be a blessed nation and has protected us along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEelacvX2qI/AAAAAAAABrs/oNaVCPVY1qk/s1600/DSC01554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEelacvX2qI/AAAAAAAABrs/oNaVCPVY1qk/s320/DSC01554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496543744039049890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; The Burtons slept over the night before the 4th so we could go to the Murray parade. What ended up happening was Charity and I went out until 11:00, stayed up till about 3:00 and slept through most of the parade. Troy and Mike should get an award for taking the little darlings all by themselves. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEentQgKsNI/AAAAAAAABsE/Wr7-y8puVVA/s1600/DSC01553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEentQgKsNI/AAAAAAAABsE/Wr7-y8puVVA/s320/DSC01553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496546266194817234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I never did ask Mike how Summy got these beads........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEenQ_-N0LI/AAAAAAAABr8/gyHjnliaZnQ/s1600/DSC01557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEenQ_-N0LI/AAAAAAAABr8/gyHjnliaZnQ/s320/DSC01557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496545780721111218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Red, White and Blue MAC style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEer7misbyI/AAAAAAAABss/-tkV_t7OJwM/s1600/DSC01625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEer7misbyI/AAAAAAAABss/-tkV_t7OJwM/s320/DSC01625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496550910675676962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;This year Mike's parents were FABULOUS and took us all to Stadium of Fire. It was a night of fireworks, Carrie Underwood, music, dancing and almost getting set on fire (more on that later!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;One of my favorite moments of the night was when EVERYBODY stood and recited the Pledge of Allegiance in unison. "Under God" included! Talk about chills. It was especially enjoyable because Trace and Everett know the pledge and sounded so patriotic. Summy pretended she knew it too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEeo4IrbZFI/AAAAAAAABsU/LOZ38YO0owc/s1600/DSC01602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEeo4IrbZFI/AAAAAAAABsU/LOZ38YO0owc/s320/DSC01602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496547552584754258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I get choked up every time I see this picture. I am so pleased my children have been born as United States citizens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;At one point all of the Eagle scouts in the crowd were asked to stand. I am proud to say I am married to one honorable Eagle scout! I have definitely gleaned from his knowledge and experience over the years.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEeoSkGjtXI/AAAAAAAABsM/NhyE4HJ3KiE/s1600/DSC01622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEeoSkGjtXI/AAAAAAAABsM/NhyE4HJ3KiE/s320/DSC01622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496546907111273842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The fireworks went off with a bang and I mean a BANG!!! Fireballs shot into the crowd and I swatted one away from Tracy. I also had to pat out a small ember on my leg! A poor little girl in the section next to us had her hair start on fire and ended up losing a big chunk. :( Tracy was traumatized by the event and yelled, "I almost got shot!!!" Summer, on the other hand clapped and yelled "yay!" Ev was unscathed by the experience.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEemg-s6TaI/AAAAAAAABr0/2b8c9sP4wO0/s1600/DSC01648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEemg-s6TaI/AAAAAAAABr0/2b8c9sP4wO0/s320/DSC01648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496544955746373026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This pic was taken MOMENTS before the blitzkrieg! Okay that is a little dramatic but Tracy was an emotional wreck! He doesn't even want to do fireworks on the 24th. He is also even MORE anti-BYU and blames the whole experience on the cougars. Though I am a Ute through and through I felt I had to defend them. All in all it was a fantastic evening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4517212557038293852-6885541517633811455?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6885541517633811455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=6885541517633811455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6885541517633811455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6885541517633811455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2010/07/bombs-bursting-in-airliterally.html' title='The bombs bursting in air.......LITERALLY!!!'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEep-c0y9WI/AAAAAAAABsk/G0WaHE78ADo/s72-c/DSC01642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-8315119730581154152</id><published>2010-07-21T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T18:33:22.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tracy'/><title type='text'>It's an off-roading kind of Birthday for Tracy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, in years past we have done a race car party, a monster truck party......this year Trace wanted an off-road party. I came up with all these plans for a Baja 1000 themed shindig but Trace opted for a Moab theme instead. Fortunately we had gone to Moab recently so I had a few ideas fresh in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;On the invitations I had mentioned we were "going to Moab" and must apologize to all those who thought we were REALLY going to Moab for the party. LOL I thought having the address for the ward pavilion was clear enough. I wish we could have gone too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tracy's party was a day after we came home from Powell so I decided to not have the party at our house knowing it would be covered in boating/camping gear. Having it at the church worked out perfectly because we laid out a  "slickrock" bike trail in the parking lot and had the kids bring their bikes and scooters. Easiest party game EVER!!! The kids had such a great time we had to BEG them to come eat cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEeefDVtKqI/AAAAAAAABrc/DUZMQBwkM80/s1600/2010+-+Tracys+6th+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEeefDVtKqI/AAAAAAAABrc/DUZMQBwkM80/s400/2010+-+Tracys+6th+Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496536126538459810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I thought it would be fun to have the kids paint their own petroglyphs but it was SOOOOOO windy only a few kids got to try it. Most of their pictures blew off the table-AS DID THE PAINT! Ha ha. At least it was washable paint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEd4JsLEzJI/AAAAAAAABq8/SpU5zNYdUZA/s1600/DSC01368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEd4JsLEzJI/AAAAAAAABq8/SpU5zNYdUZA/s320/DSC01368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496493978100747410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Pinatas are so fun we have them at most of our parties. I was grateful I had a hot handyman to rig up the pinata creatively when there was nowhere to put it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEd5TYHvCuI/AAAAAAAABrM/NDu-ZzZGDMY/s1600/DSC01429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEd5TYHvCuI/AAAAAAAABrM/NDu-ZzZGDMY/s320/DSC01429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496495244028349154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tracy's cake was super easy this year. It incorporated all of our favorite aspects of Moab: off-roading trails, hieroglyphics, and Delicate Arch. The wind kept blowing over my motorcycle man which left me quite displeased. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEd4jiMcFBI/AAAAAAAABrE/6v7eCbFPEvk/s1600/DSC01374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEd4jiMcFBI/AAAAAAAABrE/6v7eCbFPEvk/s320/DSC01374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496494422098711570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;SPOILER ALERT:Cutest nephew ever!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEefELRzmDI/AAAAAAAABrk/aLKz7A5xCJo/s1600/DSC01485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEefELRzmDI/AAAAAAAABrk/aLKz7A5xCJo/s320/DSC01485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496536764324747314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Is he not simply adorable? Tracy has been telling people he has a new little brother. It has raised a few questions but I would be happy to claim him as my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;We celebrated with family at a separate party and the cake turned out much better second time around-HOORAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEd5uj0NQbI/AAAAAAAABrU/h7cwwYXZWeI/s1600/DSC01491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEd5uj0NQbI/AAAAAAAABrU/h7cwwYXZWeI/s320/DSC01491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496495711024136626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Unfortunately for Trace, on his ACTUAL birthday he PUKED all morning! Poor guy. He kept saying, "This is the worst birthday EVER!" He felt better as the day went on and even went swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I cannot believe I have been a mother for six years. I enjoy Tracy's insight daily. Whether it's , "Mom, judges are principals for grownups" or "Legos are broken toys we put together", or "Wow mom, it's amazing you are still alive after 30 years".....I could have a blog solely based on his "wisdom". Look out kindergarten, here comes Tracy! I am just glad I will be one hall over so I can sneak a peek once in a while. I couldn't ask for more in an eldest son. Love you Trace!&lt;/span&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/4517212557038293852-8315119730581154152?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8315119730581154152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=8315119730581154152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8315119730581154152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8315119730581154152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-off-roading-kind-of-birthday-for.html' title='It&apos;s an off-roading kind of Birthday for Tracy!'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TEeefDVtKqI/AAAAAAAABrc/DUZMQBwkM80/s72-c/2010+-+Tracys+6th+Birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-28413190392598558</id><published>2010-07-19T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:45:56.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lake Powell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summertime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>Lake Powell...because one good campout deserves another.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TES6C_ceU6I/AAAAAAAABq0/NxEE9XVaTQo/s1600/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TES6C_ceU6I/AAAAAAAABq0/NxEE9XVaTQo/s400/DSC01059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495722005852214178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;No matter where I travel or by what I am awed, Lake Powell always leaves  me the most breathless! Something about the red rock makes me happy. The warm  water allows cold water wimps like me to ski all day. The clear night skies  allow me to see millions of beautiful stars. The sandstone arches and  formations make me wonder about the landscape's geological history (Geek alert!). I could go on and on and  on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Lake Powell has always been a special place for Mike and me.  It was where Mike told me he first loved me. Never mind my response  was, "No you don't!" In my defense, we had only been dating for about  two weeks. Besides about a month later we were engaged anyway. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  haven't made it down since having kids so we were excited to introduce  them to the wonder of Powell this year. We were also excited our awesome  friends, the Elletts, were able to join us. We are even more excited they are still friends with us after Everett puked all over the boat and gave everyone the stomach flu. LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The trip wouldn't have been the same without Mike's dad joining us. If you were to look up "Grandfather" in the dictionary and add a ton of awesomeness you would have Ted Bollinger. He is the coolest Grandfather a kid could ask for and by far the best FIL I could ask for. He was a trooper for putting up with SIX little ones. They all flocked to him and there was one point he had them all out on a tube and us parents thought about ditching them just to get a break. We opted not to, but the kids were all calling him Grandpa by the end of the trip. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TES3iLG25PI/AAAAAAAABp0/8bXAbd8Lp2A/s1600/fb+and+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TES3iLG25PI/AAAAAAAABp0/8bXAbd8Lp2A/s400/fb+and+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495719243023836402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Just chillin' on the boat. It is baffling just how much STUFF five adults and six kids can accumulate! It was a tight squeeze till we found our camping spot.  We always have a good time with the Elletts. Our kids are about the same ages and we all LOVE the outdoors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have three ADORABLE girls so Summy was in heaven. Ev was in heaven too. He followed Kiera around and kept telling me he was going to marry her. Lil stud. As the oldest in the group, Trace took it upon himself to order everyone around. He's lucky he got little opposition. Except when he tried to boss Mommy around. THAT didn't fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TES3ukCq50I/AAAAAAAABp8/E8v7L_a5_vw/s1600/fb+and+blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TES3ukCq50I/AAAAAAAABp8/E8v7L_a5_vw/s400/fb+and+blog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495719455875589954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Last time we were at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; the trail had washed away and we couldn't get very close. I was happy we were able to hike right up to it this time around. Even Summy made the journey albeit mostly on Daddy's shoulders. Trace was ecstatic when the ranger showed us a Dilapasaurus  footprint and I was ecstatic when they sprayed us with their water bottles. It was scorching hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TES4G0he1FI/AAAAAAAABqU/zDoOE3RFAP4/s1600/fb+and+blog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TES4G0he1FI/AAAAAAAABqU/zDoOE3RFAP4/s400/fb+and+blog4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495719872616649810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;We found a great little campsite where a short hike lead to a pond of tadpoles. I ADORE frogs so I got really excited about them. Trace is my little science buddy so he got excited too. I am so glad we can be nerds together. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TES32Qk11UI/AAAAAAAABqE/8tSaN_W6bc4/s1600/fb+and+blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TES32Qk11UI/AAAAAAAABqE/8tSaN_W6bc4/s400/fb+and+blog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495719588089156930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Who doesn't love roasting marshmallows by a good ole campfire? We were lucky to be entertained by Everett as he told heart stopping ghost stories in his sweet little voice. We also had an appearance by Brett Michaels........wait.......oh it's just me! Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TES5mTBwK-I/AAAAAAAABqk/thfsp-YBxTs/s1600/DSC01235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TES5mTBwK-I/AAAAAAAABqk/thfsp-YBxTs/s400/DSC01235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495721512892640226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I found this little gem on the boat and simply HAD to ski in it. It was too tight, itchy, smelled funny, had only one collar and was TOTALLY uncomfortable. Still, I paid my respects to the 70's and sported it it while boarding until it took my breath away. No I am serious! I couldn't breathe and had to get out of this thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TES3-Q9cNSI/AAAAAAAABqM/DvMuMbXh8fM/s1600/fb+and+blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TES3-Q9cNSI/AAAAAAAABqM/DvMuMbXh8fM/s400/fb+and+blog3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495719725631288610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The skiing was FANTASTIC!!! I have never wake boarded so close to the canyon walls! I didn't realize just how close we all got until we watched the video later. We skied hard and CRASHED even harder at times. Still worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TES5RNxFQ2I/AAAAAAAABqc/YVCs0v6E8rs/s1600/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TES5RNxFQ2I/AAAAAAAABqc/YVCs0v6E8rs/s400/DSC01072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495721150703289186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The best darn flagger this side of Bullfrog! Summy loved her life jacket so much we had to force her to take it OFF!!! We also had to PRY the flag out of her hands when nobody was actually in the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TES54JXdl2I/AAAAAAAABqs/gc5AYfcWvxc/s1600/DSC01063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TES54JXdl2I/AAAAAAAABqs/gc5AYfcWvxc/s400/DSC01063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495721819536988002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well Powell, once again you have mystified me and made me long for the next time I get to enjoy your warm waters, your sandy beaches, your beautiful scenery.............sigh. Till next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-28413190392598558?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/28413190392598558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=28413190392598558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/28413190392598558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/28413190392598558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2010/07/lake-powellbecause-one-good-campout_19.html' title='Lake Powell...because one good campout deserves another.'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TES6C_ceU6I/AAAAAAAABq0/NxEE9XVaTQo/s72-c/DSC01059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-1616857002043411883</id><published>2010-07-04T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T18:03:02.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summertime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>A camping we will go.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I have to say some of our fondest memories are from our camping trips. We kicked of summer this year with an adventure which took us to Green River, Goblin Valley and Moab. We were very excited Bubba and Tiffany were able to join us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDEknuZ-WOI/AAAAAAAABoE/sINRuWSJxUQ/s1600/DSC00156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDEknuZ-WOI/AAAAAAAABoE/sINRuWSJxUQ/s400/DSC00156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490209685631817954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The first place we checked out was Goblin Valley. None of us had ever been there so it was a visual treat for us all! It is true what they say about GV, it really DOES look like another planet! It was a ginormous playground for all of us as we climbed over the "goblins" and shared what we thought they looked like. Some were more G-rated than others. ;) I also think this is where Summy gave Tiffany the name, "Tinky", by which she has been called ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDEr5c5048I/AAAAAAAABoU/NPXvpabtkTE/s1600/2010+-+Green+River+Trip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDEr5c5048I/AAAAAAAABoU/NPXvpabtkTE/s400/2010+-+Green+River+Trip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490217686752617410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We even had a Sasquatch sighting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDEoM9gUmmI/AAAAAAAABoM/fnxA45IE4s4/s1600/DSC00160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDEoM9gUmmI/AAAAAAAABoM/fnxA45IE4s4/s400/DSC00160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490213623875017314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Oh wait! It's just Everett.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDExIa3P1yI/AAAAAAAABoc/thq9r3ZhG4g/s1600/2010+-+Green+River+Trip-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDExIa3P1yI/AAAAAAAABoc/thq9r3ZhG4g/s400/2010+-+Green+River+Trip-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490223441461106466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The next stop on our outdoor adventure was Little Wild Horse Canyon. We hiked through deep canyons with sandstone walls that were spectacular! I even made time for some yoga. lol&lt;br /&gt;I am blown away by the beauty found in our state. I am often so wrapped up in the business of life I take for granted the fact I am surrounded by beauty in all directions. And there has always been something about the desert that makes me happy. Perhaps it is because I think I am cold-blooded. Seriously, I am ALWAYS cold and am perfectly content in triple digit heat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDEzbQ9pbZI/AAAAAAAABok/kO-cLm6c9ag/s1600/DSC00369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDEzbQ9pbZI/AAAAAAAABok/kO-cLm6c9ag/s400/DSC00369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490225964244364690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Back at the campsite the fun continued. I cannot tell you how grateful I am Summy likes the outdoors. However I am even more grateful for her ability to maintain feminine grace while covered in dirt from head to toe. She carried this truck around calling it her "truck purse".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDE1G5KGgHI/AAAAAAAABos/UxRuWybmIGc/s1600/DSC00366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDE1G5KGgHI/AAAAAAAABos/UxRuWybmIGc/s400/DSC00366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490227813280022642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Everett is our anxious helper. Whether it's laundry or setting up the tent, he is willing to lend a hand and smiles the whole time. :) He has his daddy's contagious smile and his sweet little voice brightens all our days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDE2U8L7VMI/AAAAAAAABo0/o1eUZNbAfxU/s1600/DSC00536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDE2U8L7VMI/AAAAAAAABo0/o1eUZNbAfxU/s400/DSC00536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490229154122781890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;And finally Tracy, our car guy. From the time he was a tiny little dude he has had a love of all things with wheels. Mike made this dune buggy when he was younger and now Trace takes it everywhere to test it's "off-road abilities". He is growing up way to fast but I am so darn proud of him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDE21j6seAI/AAAAAAAABo8/Iupvdw9Uas0/s1600/DSC00379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDE21j6seAI/AAAAAAAABo8/Iupvdw9Uas0/s400/DSC00379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490229714543736834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Since marrying into the Bollinger family I have learned they are never far from technology. Even in a  TENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDE4QUWavDI/AAAAAAAABpM/Hxkq2C3MV9k/s1600/DSC00501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDE4QUWavDI/AAAAAAAABpM/Hxkq2C3MV9k/s400/DSC00501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490231273733143602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Camping is definitely one of my favorite past-times. I hope Summy continues to enjoy camping as well. I was always jealous of the Boy Scout's camping trips and hated the so-called "camping" in Young Women's. No offense! I foresee some rugged adventures for my daughter and me in the future. I foresee some shopping trips thrown in too. ;) We must stay well rounded right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDE67Fx-aRI/AAAAAAAABpU/uZVu8Bw1UbQ/s1600/2010+-+Green+River+Trip-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDE67Fx-aRI/AAAAAAAABpU/uZVu8Bw1UbQ/s400/2010+-+Green+River+Trip-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490234207579826450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Our adventure continued with a stop at Tuscher Tunnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDE8mRP8B1I/AAAAAAAABpc/fc9sphOes0Y/s1600/2010+-+Green+River+Trip-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDE8mRP8B1I/AAAAAAAABpc/fc9sphOes0Y/s400/2010+-+Green+River+Trip-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490236048904292178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Then we were off to............MOAB! And I am happy to announce that my Disco came home with neither body damage nor we didn't get stuck in a rushing river bed! I call that success. And one more day of happy marriage. JK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDE-Vh037jI/AAAAAAAABpk/GdCmICrdw-E/s1600/2010+-+Green+River+Trip-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDE-Vh037jI/AAAAAAAABpk/GdCmICrdw-E/s400/2010+-+Green+River+Trip-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490237960319659570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;We spent our final day exploring Green River. We went to a geyser, unsuccessfully searched for dinosaur bones, got a flat tire, and discovered a beautiful sandy beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDE_jZfr3yI/AAAAAAAABps/IQjdTlCJDNU/s1600/2010+-+Green+River+Trip-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDE_jZfr3yI/AAAAAAAABps/IQjdTlCJDNU/s400/2010+-+Green+River+Trip-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490239298113101602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;WHAT A TRIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-1616857002043411883?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1616857002043411883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=1616857002043411883&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/1616857002043411883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/1616857002043411883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2010/07/camping-we-will-go.html' title='A camping we will go.........'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TDEknuZ-WOI/AAAAAAAABoE/sINRuWSJxUQ/s72-c/DSC00156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-4118950932954781294</id><published>2010-07-01T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T17:27:18.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DILEMMA!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay those of you out there who haven't yet given up on my blog,&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get back into it but I don't know if I should pick up where I left off (pre-holidays) or just start fresh?? I want to make my blog into a book so eventually I will have to get caught up anyway, but I am ridiculously behind. It would also bug me to have my posts out of order. I KNOW I KNOW IT IS JUST A BLOG, but it is basically my journal for my family so I take it seriously. I don't know when I will have time to blog at all, but I do know the longer I put it off................the bigger my dilemma!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-4118950932954781294?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4118950932954781294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=4118950932954781294&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/4118950932954781294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/4118950932954781294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2010/07/dilemma.html' title='DILEMMA!!!'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-7277116548683937061</id><published>2010-05-07T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:32:17.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race'/><title type='text'>I WON THE LOTTERY!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S-TnMWvmvzI/AAAAAAAABn8/xLxD0sc3dcY/s1600/marathon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S-TnMWvmvzI/AAAAAAAABn8/xLxD0sc3dcY/s400/marathon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468750046984322866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I know you are all probably thinking I won money or something but in fact it is something FAR BETTER..........................I get to run the St. George Marathon this October! It is something I have wanted for YEARS, but have been too busy with school to train, too poor from school (you have to pay a rather large chunk of cashola to race), pregnant, or injured. Well, I decided this year was the year so I entered the lottery (there are a lot of us crazies wanting to race and they can only allow so many applicants). This morning when the lottery was announced and I saw my name on the list I could not believe it!!!! It is like a dream of mine is finally coming true and I get to share the experience with one of my very best friends.&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would share my exciting news with all of you. Most people I have told cannot believe I am excited about running 26.2 miles but I AM!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-7277116548683937061?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7277116548683937061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=7277116548683937061&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/7277116548683937061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/7277116548683937061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-won-lottery.html' title='I WON THE LOTTERY!!!!!!'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S-TnMWvmvzI/AAAAAAAABn8/xLxD0sc3dcY/s72-c/marathon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-8682133186927882587</id><published>2010-05-05T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T14:23:09.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gdi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamborns'/><title type='text'>Good Luck Dr. Dave!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kKIGHQYbHU/Ta35U88CJaI/AAAAAAAAB7c/yA4fgmeBMzo/s1600/DSC00926.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kKIGHQYbHU/Ta35U88CJaI/AAAAAAAAB7c/yA4fgmeBMzo/s320/DSC00926.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Dave and Psych Super Hero Ben&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jpUbrY4gKhY/Ta35XmoPn3I/AAAAAAAAB7g/PLgUgeQQ9Z4/s1600/DSC00933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jpUbrY4gKhY/Ta35XmoPn3I/AAAAAAAAB7g/PLgUgeQQ9Z4/s320/DSC00933.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Our smarty pants friend, Dave, was heading off to MinnesOta for his Anesthesiology Residency so, of course, there had to be a farewell party. &amp;nbsp;Amber and Spencer were sweet (or insane) enough to invite us all over to swim and hang out. I have to mention that it was super rainy and we all brought our kids so it was C-C-C-C-CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate, and laughed, and TRIED to take pictures but nobody would cooperate. Initially, I was the only one who would sit by Dave. His hot wife is behind him. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M74xTCBQkP8/Ta35feG4bnI/AAAAAAAAB7o/69NQPIHBh-A/s1600/DSC00936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M74xTCBQkP8/Ta35feG4bnI/AAAAAAAAB7o/69NQPIHBh-A/s400/DSC00936.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dave's Harem:&lt;br /&gt;Keri, Amber, Kriste, Jami, Kristen, Val&lt;br /&gt;Emily, Jody, Leesa, Dana&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eventually we all got it together. Still don't know why my hand is on Dave's leg though.....Sorry Jame. I adore the fact our husbands get along with&amp;nbsp;each other&amp;nbsp;and put up with us when we are all together. At least they can't say we are boring right? It is also fun to watch our kids form friendships, and frienemies. When they all run around crazy I just think, "Look what we created!" Hope you are ready world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_295082597"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_295082598"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-8682133186927882587?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8682133186927882587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=8682133186927882587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8682133186927882587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8682133186927882587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-luck-dr-dave.html' title='Good Luck Dr. Dave!'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kKIGHQYbHU/Ta35U88CJaI/AAAAAAAAB7c/yA4fgmeBMzo/s72-c/DSC00926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-8214025626535323584</id><published>2010-03-16T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T13:17:07.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burtons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disney on ice'/><title type='text'>Disney on Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5_11DtsPdI/AAAAAAAABms/6Ih4i-OsCR8/s1600-h/lightning+mcqueen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5_11DtsPdI/AAAAAAAABms/6Ih4i-OsCR8/s400/lightning+mcqueen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449344366020410834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We  decided to surprise the kids with Disney on Ice tickets this year   because it featured CARS which is a fundamental love in our family. We   went with some of our best friends, the Burtons. We have raised our kids   together and are now working on raising our husbands. Just kidding it   is probably Chard and I that need to grow up. Hee hee hee. The CARS were so cute. They moved their eyes and mouths and everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5_1vvICIkI/AAAAAAAABmk/d9_onn58BPc/s1600-h/tracy+and+summer+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5_1vvICIkI/AAAAAAAABmk/d9_onn58BPc/s400/tracy+and+summer+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449344274594406978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Trace was so sweet. Summy wanted to sit on his lap and he just let her even though she kept squishing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5_1qD-om_I/AAAAAAAABmc/FACT3EDYWwk/s1600-h/mike+and+summy+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5_1qD-om_I/AAAAAAAABmc/FACT3EDYWwk/s400/mike+and+summy+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449344177112914930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Summer was HILARIOUS! She was clapping so hard her cheeks were shaking! She kept yelling"OOOOH"', and "YAY" and danced to EVERY song. I think Mike and I were entertained more by her than the show. Seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5_1lOAJiMI/AAAAAAAABmU/d4QPfSaHjXY/s1600-h/leesa+and+everett.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5_1lOAJiMI/AAAAAAAABmU/d4QPfSaHjXY/s400/leesa+and+everett.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449344093904275650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Everett was so captivated he wouldn't even take his eyes of the ice long enough to take a picture. Oh yeah, for those of you who don't Facebook, I went PLATINUM with my hair. I had planned on waiting for summer but since spring doesn't seem to want to come I did it early. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5_1Q87OgNI/AAAAAAAABmE/vMf1Kksvm9s/s1600-h/the+fam+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5_1Q87OgNI/AAAAAAAABmE/vMf1Kksvm9s/s400/the+fam+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449343745722843346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am so lucky to have my family. We laugh so much together sometimes I feel like we aren't really parents. Parenting isn't supposed to be this much fun is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5_yrH2Jj3I/AAAAAAAABl8/FiZ5EsHxajo/s1600-h/disney+on+ice+all+kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5_yrH2Jj3I/AAAAAAAABl8/FiZ5EsHxajo/s400/disney+on+ice+all+kids.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449340896796053362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5_yrH2Jj3I/AAAAAAAABl8/FiZ5EsHxajo/s1600-h/disney+on+ice+all+kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Everett, Oakley, Summer, Tracy and Deacon may as well be related. We spend most Sundays and holidays together. We are blessed to have such wonderful friends with whom we can vent, laugh, and navigate through this crazy time in our lives. Love you guys! Mmmmwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-8214025626535323584?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8214025626535323584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=8214025626535323584&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8214025626535323584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8214025626535323584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2010/03/disney-on-ice.html' title='Disney on Ice'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5_11DtsPdI/AAAAAAAABms/6Ih4i-OsCR8/s72-c/lightning+mcqueen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-4171523821441283095</id><published>2010-03-07T13:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T14:28:20.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><title type='text'>Brigham City Train Station</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5QiuVdhlxI/AAAAAAAABlc/zMZJCHCJ0c8/s1600-h/tracy+door+1+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Before the weather became too terribly cold I took the kids to these  AMAZING photographers in Brigham City for a fun little photo shoot. We  shot it at the old train station which was , of course, HEAVEN for my  little men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5Qe_CjQfnI/AAAAAAAABks/gYXKoJ0rHlA/s1600-h/kids+1+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5Qe_CjQfnI/AAAAAAAABks/gYXKoJ0rHlA/s400/kids+1+color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446011917763116658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh I love my babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5QgOGdrlYI/AAAAAAAABlM/msHcTu_kL1g/s1600-h/tracy+train+1+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5QgOGdrlYI/AAAAAAAABlM/msHcTu_kL1g/s400/tracy+train+1+color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446013276023133570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This graffiti was FANTASTIC! Thank you juvenile delinquents for making this such a great location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5Qf38ILgeI/AAAAAAAABlE/kRNDDIzSyIg/s1600-h/summer+bright+eyes+1+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5Qf38ILgeI/AAAAAAAABlE/kRNDDIzSyIg/s400/summer+bright+eyes+1+bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446012895291474402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't be fooled by this sweet face. Summy can definitely HOLD HER OWN! And, even if she couldn't, her big brothers are VERY protective!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5Qfw2G7KlI/AAAAAAAABk8/cpmc9ixRTJ4/s1600-h/summer+bright+eyes+3+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5Qfw2G7KlI/AAAAAAAABk8/cpmc9ixRTJ4/s400/summer+bright+eyes+3+color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446012773416512082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello there big blue eyes! I hope she uses their power for good and not evil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5QfL8jzbJI/AAAAAAAABk0/lHZwkYrTezI/s1600-h/brothers+2+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5QfL8jzbJI/AAAAAAAABk0/lHZwkYrTezI/s400/brothers+2+bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446012139493092498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awwwww! Enough said. Seriously though I love watching their relationship develop. It's a complicated one with wrestling, laughing, arguing, crime-fighting and late night talking to say the least. I hope they stay best buddies as they grow up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5Qe_CjQfnI/AAAAAAAABks/gYXKoJ0rHlA/s1600-h/kids+1+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5QiuVdhlxI/AAAAAAAABlc/zMZJCHCJ0c8/s1600-h/tracy+door+1+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5QiuVdhlxI/AAAAAAAABlc/zMZJCHCJ0c8/s400/tracy+door+1+bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446016028828079890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My handsome Trace is growing up WAY too fast!!! He is the best big brother and such a fabulous helper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5QeuF5TapI/AAAAAAAABkk/39IxutuvgVQ/s1600-h/everett+train+1+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5QeuF5TapI/AAAAAAAABkk/39IxutuvgVQ/s400/everett+train+1+color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446011626603113106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The boys were total hams during the photo shoot. They have NEVER been so excited to have their pictures taken. I don't know if it was the trains, the cute girl photographers or just that they are becoming camera hams like their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5QeddttNwI/AAAAAAAABkc/PHPZRA7EOoM/s1600-h/everett+and+door+4+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5QeddttNwI/AAAAAAAABkc/PHPZRA7EOoM/s400/everett+and+door+4+color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446011340939147010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look out Abercrombie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5QePdaURgI/AAAAAAAABkU/GAvbeOBXDSE/s1600-h/everett+and+door+1+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Was it worth the drive? I definitely  think so. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5Qd5Euas5I/AAAAAAAABkM/B_foqMGRbbA/s1600-h/brothers+2+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-4171523821441283095?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4171523821441283095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=4171523821441283095&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/4171523821441283095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/4171523821441283095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2010/03/brigham-city-train-station.html' title='Brigham City Train Station'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/S5Qe_CjQfnI/AAAAAAAABks/gYXKoJ0rHlA/s72-c/kids+1+color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-1582733815333634318</id><published>2010-02-25T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T08:56:47.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival of the Blog!!!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know it has been FOREVER since I last posted but I have good reason. My computer crashed and we had to keep sending it in, having it looked at, having it LOST in shipping and finally receiving it back STILL BROKEN!!! I was ready to just drive over the bloody thing but luckily, thanks to a warranty, I got a NEW, FABULOUS, AMAZING computer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, to say I have been busy is a HUGE understatement!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going well at work. I seriously LOVE my job and how rewarding it truly is. I look forward to seeing those little third grade faces even on days where there is CRAZY drama!!!! (Some of you know what I am talking about when I say CRAZY!) Times have definitely changed since I was in Elementary School. I am appalled at the things to which they are exposed. I am also amazed by the strong spirits they possess. I am smiling as I think about them. Have I mentioned I love my students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homelife is crazy but I wouldn't have it any other way. As much as I love my students, multiply that my a million and then some and you will have a fraction of how much I love my kiddies! I enjoy watching them grow and develop cute new personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy at the moment is shut in his room so he can privately talk to his school buddy about legos. They are discussing whether or not to talk via webcam next time. Such a different generation! He recently lost his first tooth and is counting down the months for kindergarten. He is really into legos and can built them by himself. Well, that is when I am not putting them together because I like them too. He told me he would get me my own on Mothers Day. :) He still loves cars and is a great little reader. We took him skiing for the first time and were BLOWN AWAY with how well he took to it. By the end of the day he was ZOOMING down the slopes all by himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everett is Mr. Personality. Every morning the first thing he says is "Where are we going?" He is doing great in school and is the toughest little dude you will meet. He wants to race motorcycles when he grows up and I am all for it. I know most moms would steer their yunguns away from dangerous sports but I told him we'd buy him a motorcycle next year if he was still passionate about it. His smile is infectious and his voice is adorable. He also has his mothers stong and stubborn personality which means he is often a challenge. If he doesn't want to do something.......HE WON'T!!! But he is a little love bug and gives me at least five hugs and kisses before I go to work. :) Another thing I adore is that he LOVES makeup almost as much as I do. When he hears my makeup case unlock he comes RUNNING!!!! I told him to get a job at MAC one day so I can use his discount. Motorcycles and makeup go together right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little Summer is growing up way too fast. She is the perfect daughter for our family. She loves skirts and jewelry but she plays in the dirt and mostly with cars. She will play with her princess dolls once in a while but she is all about the cars and trucks. She has an extensive vocabulary with mostly food-related words. She outeats her brothers almost daily. If you even mention food she jumps up and down. That's my girl! She loves being adored by her brothers and manipulating them into doing whatever she wants. She copies everything they do-even making armpit noises. Trace taught her that one. She is very into clothes, shoes and accessories but I have no idea where she gets it (Hee hee hee). If her hat falls off she frantically yells, "ON! HAT! ON!" Same with her shoes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike is working HARD and it is really paying off! I am glad he is able to make a living doing what he loves. He is currently doing a system for a 15,000 square foot cabin for a guy that I am pretty sure is starting his own cult. Seriously! I have suckered him in to working out and he is looking and feeling FANTASTIC these days. We celebrated our nine year anniversary in January with me having the stomach flu. Nothing says I love you like puke and diarrhea. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing occupying my time is my ADORABLE new nephew, Ashton. He was born in November  to my younger brother, Mike, and his cute wife Melody. There will be MANY pictures to come. He is cute little stinker and I am counting down the hours till a get to babysit him tonight. :) All three of my kids adore him and they always look forward to having him come over.  They often ask when he will be big enough to play and show him all of their toys. Summy just says "baby" and gives him kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel so blessed and so lucky to be surrounded by fabulous friends and family. We have run into some circumstances in which we have needed last minute sitters and chauffeurs and I appreciate all the help we have received. Thank you everyone! Especially you Melody! You have literally done the heavy lifting for me over the last two weeks. Sorry for being such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boob&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will try to get some pics up this weekend and post some things about Christmas, Valentines Day, the kids, skiing etc. so for all of you who keep NAGGING me to update my blog.....LAY OFF! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-1582733815333634318?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1582733815333634318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=1582733815333634318&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/1582733815333634318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/1582733815333634318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2010/02/revival-of-blog.html' title='Revival of the Blog!!!'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-8473133419754084029</id><published>2010-01-30T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T12:28:07.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving / Tucker Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2SRGzZ0yyI/AAAAAAAACK4/jCKgJGG-h4A/s1600-h/Wheels+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2SRGzZ0yyI/AAAAAAAACK4/jCKgJGG-h4A/s200/Wheels+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432626596579429154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Thanksgiving this year we spent our time in Mesa, Arizona, where it was nice and warm.  We had a Tucker Family reunion (my Grandma Bollinger's Maiden name)  It was fun to see cousins and family.  The only downside was that we didn't get to spend it with Leesa, as Mike and Melody had a baby just before we left, and Leesa was kind enough to stick around to help out with cute little Ashton.   And  lend her support where she could.  So we definately missed her!  (I probably missed her more than the kids, as they were so busy playing with cousins) The kids were pretty good though even with such a long 12 hour drive to Mesa and on the way home we got stuck waiting for an accident to clear outside of flagstaff for over 2 hours :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2SRc_5pIPI/AAAAAAAACLA/eicFIZ44Uuo/s1600-h/Wheels+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2SRc_5pIPI/AAAAAAAACLA/eicFIZ44Uuo/s200/Wheels+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432626977891229938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of us got together to watch the BYU vs UTAH game over at Todd and Lori's, it was fun even though the U lost.  Summer got a lot of attention from all the cousins which she especially liked. (not that she doesn't get enough of that anyway, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2SSDK3d4KI/AAAAAAAACLI/Cduzn-YhSis/s1600-h/Wheels+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2SSDK3d4KI/AAAAAAAACLI/Cduzn-YhSis/s200/Wheels+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432627633669922978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2STeQdRyeI/AAAAAAAACLQ/d2nt14jehYI/s1600-h/Wheels+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2STeQdRyeI/AAAAAAAACLQ/d2nt14jehYI/s200/Wheels+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432629198538787298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2STxSK1QhI/AAAAAAAACLY/Pui8GcJ0-5I/s1600-h/Wheels+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2STxSK1QhI/AAAAAAAACLY/Pui8GcJ0-5I/s200/Wheels+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432629525415805458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2SUNAiPkwI/AAAAAAAACLg/3W-P93FKwH0/s1600-h/Wheels+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2SUNAiPkwI/AAAAAAAACLg/3W-P93FKwH0/s200/Wheels+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432630001718498050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2SUYYtq_0I/AAAAAAAACLo/b1qg3jaURZE/s1600-h/Wheels+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2SUYYtq_0I/AAAAAAAACLo/b1qg3jaURZE/s200/Wheels+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432630197187444546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-8473133419754084029?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8473133419754084029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=8473133419754084029&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8473133419754084029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8473133419754084029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2010/01/thanksgiving-tucker-reunion.html' title='Thanksgiving / Tucker Reunion'/><author><name>Mike Bollinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/SDL4z6b3eRI/AAAAAAAAAzc/-A5SCDukID4/S220/EvilCalvinHobbesTrans.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2SRGzZ0yyI/AAAAAAAACK4/jCKgJGG-h4A/s72-c/Wheels+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-3910518235786851237</id><published>2010-01-30T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:45:43.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quality time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Worlds Greatest Mom !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2Su8J93thI/AAAAAAAACMA/xEK9LmoZPXw/s1600-h/Wheels+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2Su8J93thI/AAAAAAAACMA/xEK9LmoZPXw/s320/Wheels+140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432659399006467602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2SslyPQ9YI/AAAAAAAACLw/FIwHpMkOAn0/s1600-h/Wheels+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2SslyPQ9YI/AAAAAAAACLw/FIwHpMkOAn0/s400/Wheels+154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432656815656596866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's been a while since we've "Blogged", due to Leesa's Computer Problems, and the issues we've had with the Warranty Company, not to mention the Holidays, and the Craziness that is our life!  Anyway, I thought I'd make a short post about Leesa, I know it's not mothers day, but I have been noticing a lot lately how great she is, and since she would never do, it and in fact it wouldn't suprise me if she takes it off because she is not one to be boastful. None the less,  Leesa is such a great and caring Mother.  A few Weeks ago, while Everett wasn't feeling good, I snapped this picture of her after she fell asleep next to him while she was comforting him.   And did I mention how much she loves reading to the kids.  Every night, the kids look forward to mom reading stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2SuWzjstzI/AAAAAAAACL4/Q_n6oXDM8-4/s1600-h/Wheels+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2SuWzjstzI/AAAAAAAACL4/Q_n6oXDM8-4/s200/Wheels+116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432658757335955250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leesa is so good to read to them almost every night. Sometimes it gets a bit crazy with kids climbing around and over each other, but she is great at being patient and handles them so well.  She spends more time reading to them, than any one I've ever known, and they really love the time with mom.  But it's not just the reading, it might be watching a movie with them, or going to their school program or country day.  Whatever it is, she puts all her love and effort in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2S1_VDMZnI/AAAAAAAACMI/_KNUVOiiyP8/s1600-h/Wheels+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2S1_VDMZnI/AAAAAAAACMI/_KNUVOiiyP8/s200/Wheels+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432667150102586994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas is always a fun time to see how much thought she puts into every little present for each kid.  Leesa makes every holiday so special for them.  She loves dressing them and has a knack for it, so our kids are always dressed so cute.  I don't even have to tell you about her enthusiasm for birthdays and how she goes all out, be it spending 8 hours on a birthday cake, or planning out the games and decorations for months.  Our kids have it sooooo good! Although I only knew Leesa's Mom Pam, for a short time, based off of what I did see and stories I've heard about the way she was, Leesa reminds me a lot of her, and I know she must really be proud of Leesa and all she does.  We have some pretty great kids who sure adore their mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-3910518235786851237?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3910518235786851237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=3910518235786851237&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/3910518235786851237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/3910518235786851237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2010/01/worlds-greatest-mom.html' title='Worlds Greatest Mom !'/><author><name>Mike Bollinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/SDL4z6b3eRI/AAAAAAAAAzc/-A5SCDukID4/S220/EvilCalvinHobbesTrans.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/S2Su8J93thI/AAAAAAAACMA/xEK9LmoZPXw/s72-c/Wheels+140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-3337676897359738794</id><published>2009-10-08T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T15:21:19.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everett'/><title type='text'>Everett turns Three!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;3...2...1...BLAST OFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Ss7NrtLP6HI/AAAAAAAABik/nBhtifRQD3Q/s1600-h/september+2009+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Ss7NrtLP6HI/AAAAAAAABik/nBhtifRQD3Q/s320/september+2009+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390471954753906802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everett has a LOVE of all things space related and often talks of when he will travel to the stars. Knowing him and his determined little nature I wouldn't be at all surprised to see him suited up for take-off one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Ss7OTY-WlfI/AAAAAAAABis/3tWfhXTvB0c/s1600-h/september+2009+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Ss7OTY-WlfI/AAAAAAAABis/3tWfhXTvB0c/s320/september+2009+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390472636525876722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first thing the little space cadets did as they arrived was make their own rockets for the rocket race. Next, I blind-folded them and they tried their best to "land on the moon". Finally, they got to bounce "asteroids" (sponge balls) off the tramp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Ss7SLNOEFrI/AAAAAAAABjc/LcEvx8_T8H4/s1600-h/september+2009+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Ss7SLNOEFrI/AAAAAAAABjc/LcEvx8_T8H4/s320/september+2009+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390476893978105522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ev is so different from Trace. When I asked him who he wanted to invite to his party his initial response was, "just Deac-Deac and Oakley." When I posed the same question to Trace he rambled off about twenty names and the list kept growing. As the days went on, Everett did decide to invite a few more friends, but his priority was getting the cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Ss7QiydTkpI/AAAAAAAABi0/ISQVjFqbQ9g/s1600-h/september+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Ss7QiydTkpI/AAAAAAAABi0/ISQVjFqbQ9g/s320/september+2009+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390475100087882386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everett wanted a space cake, but he also wanted an Elmo cake. What is a mother to do? I had no choice but to add Elmo floating in outer space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Ss7RKU4L6SI/AAAAAAAABjM/SCgD-hE4ti0/s1600-h/september+2009+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Ss7RKU4L6SI/AAAAAAAABjM/SCgD-hE4ti0/s320/september+2009+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390475779342330146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The scientist in me had SO MUCH FUN making all of the fondant planets, and YES I included Pluto. Suck it astronomers! The greatest story about this cake was when I noticed Trace had taken a bite out of one of the planets. It was, of course, none other than URANUS!!!! It became the joke of the night that Trace took a bite out of "your anus" and I am not ashamed to admit I started it. Some things never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Ss7Q9WsBCTI/AAAAAAAABjE/MiQ74Jya1qM/s1600-h/september+2009+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Ss7Q9WsBCTI/AAAAAAAABjE/MiQ74Jya1qM/s320/september+2009+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390475556489857330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While in the midst of the party we were startled by the sound of SIX helicopters flying overhead! We all started screaming with excitement. I told Ev we planned it just for him. Maybe I have an in with the armed forces ya'll don't know about. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Ss7Susse9AI/AAAAAAAABjk/4bxiSed5X74/s1600-h/september+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Ss7Susse9AI/AAAAAAAABjk/4bxiSed5X74/s320/september+2009+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390477503722615810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We decorated cupcakes, exchanged gifts and then had another surprise: Darin came to pick up his girls on the ATV and ended up taking the kids(and Troy) for a ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Ss7UZfahahI/AAAAAAAABj0/pCge_JwYpf0/s1600-h/september+2009+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Ss7UZfahahI/AAAAAAAABj0/pCge_JwYpf0/s320/september+2009+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390479338403621394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No space party would be complete without TANG, the "official" drink of cosmonauts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Ss7TKslYKcI/AAAAAAAABjs/IBiwkIBfn44/s1600-h/september+2009+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Ss7TKslYKcI/AAAAAAAABjs/IBiwkIBfn44/s320/september+2009+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390477984729147842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ev, we love you and your sense of humor. You keep us all laughing and constantly surprise us with your intelligence. Sometimes I think you are too smart for your own good. Irregardless, you give the best hugs and are the best wrestler this side of 6890 South.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where my kids get their love of shoes (wink wink) but Everett's favorite gift was his new Sketchers. I love you little, I mean BIG guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Ss7Qzqh2uCI/AAAAAAAABi8/yBQtur4so58/s1600-h/september+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Ss7Qzqh2uCI/AAAAAAAABi8/yBQtur4so58/s320/september+2009+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390475390017255458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-3337676897359738794?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3337676897359738794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=3337676897359738794&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/3337676897359738794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/3337676897359738794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/10/everett-turns-three.html' title='Everett turns Three!'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Ss7NrtLP6HI/AAAAAAAABik/nBhtifRQD3Q/s72-c/september+2009+038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-478379055107386293</id><published>2009-09-24T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:44:49.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Time at the Bollingers</title><content type='html'>Anybody that knows Tracy, knows he is a picky eater, and unfortunately Everett, has always been a great eater, mimics his older brother and can be a stinker about food now too.  Tonight they were both in great form.  Just watch the videos.  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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=478379055107386293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/478379055107386293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/478379055107386293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/09/dinner-time-at-bollingers.html' title='Dinner Time at the Bollingers'/><author><name>Mike Bollinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/SDL4z6b3eRI/AAAAAAAAAzc/-A5SCDukID4/S220/EvilCalvinHobbesTrans.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-6019933762890637187</id><published>2009-09-21T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:29:17.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday of Speed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://saltflats.com/how_it_works.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 238px;" src="http://saltflats.com/Graphics/JPGs/logo.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/Srg-19aCTwI/AAAAAAAACAE/KJTDRI-TuLA/s1600-h/IMG_3600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/Srg-19aCTwI/AAAAAAAACAE/KJTDRI-TuLA/s400/IMG_3600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384122451259182850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So This Year for Everett's Birthday, we took the Kids out to the Salt Flats to see the World of Speed Racing.  Basically, Any car, (record breaking or just your average Joe with a Porsche, when they're ready, and have had their car inspected, they then get in line and wait.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/SrhAhhpy5uI/AAAAAAAACAU/-6dCoT_AE6M/s1600-h/IMG_3607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/SrhAhhpy5uI/AAAAAAAACAU/-6dCoT_AE6M/s320/IMG_3607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384124299234961122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So you could see one person going 130mph, and the next guy goes 500mph! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://saltflats.com/how_it_works.htm"&gt;How it works&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/Srg_0GeGZ2I/AAAAAAAACAM/uYCKhheYxEI/s1600-h/IMG_3603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/Srg_0GeGZ2I/AAAAAAAACAM/uYCKhheYxEI/s320/IMG_3603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384123518844036962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's pretty laid back because once in a while something happens and you wait 15 minutes before the next person goes.  It was fun.  I had never actually been out on the salt flats before, it was strange, it is rock hard, like driving on asphalt, but because there were some places that still were wet, here's a picture of my car after,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/SrhCPj7kYOI/AAAAAAAACAc/IDZMfMwm2I8/s1600-h/IMG_3620a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/SrhCPj7kYOI/AAAAAAAACAc/IDZMfMwm2I8/s400/IMG_3620a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384126189631987938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; you should see the undercarriage!  We took Tracy's bike out with us, and he had a ball riding around, until the tire suddenly burst just sitting in the sun, it was weird. We all had a great time, definitely have to go again sometime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/SrhCaU7ClnI/AAAAAAAACAk/Ku3kp3NTYHI/s1600-h/IMG_3608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/SrhCaU7ClnI/AAAAAAAACAk/Ku3kp3NTYHI/s400/IMG_3608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384126374581802610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/miketbollinger/WorldOfSpeedSept182009?authkey=Gv1sRgCKmd962n-4XpKw&amp;amp;feat=directlink"&gt;Click here for more Pics.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-6019933762890637187?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6019933762890637187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=6019933762890637187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6019933762890637187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6019933762890637187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-of-speed.html' title='Birthday of Speed!'/><author><name>Mike Bollinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/SDL4z6b3eRI/AAAAAAAAAzc/-A5SCDukID4/S220/EvilCalvinHobbesTrans.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/Srg-19aCTwI/AAAAAAAACAE/KJTDRI-TuLA/s72-c/IMG_3600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-3848741541438943844</id><published>2009-09-13T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:24:50.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everett'/><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sq1z8AZiUZI/AAAAAAAABh0/W_3DJcBgcMQ/s1600-h/2009-08-33.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/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sq1z8AZiUZI/AAAAAAAABh0/W_3DJcBgcMQ/s400/2009-08-33.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381084604514062738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hi-ho-hi-ho, it's off to school WE go. Originally I had planned on sending Trace to Kindergarten this fall, but in April I had a feeling that maybe we should wait. His teachers thought he was ready, we had gone to orientation, he had picked out his new backpack, I had signed up for PTA....... I don't know why I suddenly felt like waiting one more year. Tracy's birthday is at the end of June, so he would have been the youngest in his class. As an August birthday myself, I didn't foresee it being a problem. I prayed and prayed and got advice from friends who have/had children in the same situation and ultimately decided on one more year of preschool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Since making that decision I have not regretted it AT ALL! I figure, what is the rush for him to grow up anyway? Now he can drive all through High School and, if you know Trace, you know that getting to drive is like receiving the keys to the castle. Another plus is that he and Everett go to preschool together. They are obviously in different classes but it is cute to see them walk in together and sing their school songs in unison. On the first day Tracy put his arm around Everett's shoulder and walked him to his class. It was such a sweet moment. I have had several people, namely teachers, tell me that boys with late birthdays do better if they wait to go to school. So, I am glad I had that motherly "feeling" and that I followed my gut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sq10RVGU68I/AAAAAAAABiE/iYuEoQd6fcw/s1600-h/2009-08-35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sq10RVGU68I/AAAAAAAABiE/iYuEoQd6fcw/s400/2009-08-35.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381084970847890370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tracy informed me this is his new pose because he is a "cool kid". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sq10JV4P1zI/AAAAAAAABh8/ByIVADmFKbg/s1600-h/2009-08-34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sq10JV4P1zI/AAAAAAAABh8/ByIVADmFKbg/s400/2009-08-34.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381084833618319154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Everett is in a phase in which he copies EVERYTHING Tracy does. Thus, he made the "cool kid" pose too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;If you are wondering why I mentioned off to school WE go it is because I am back in school too. Not as a student, but as an "intervention specialist" which is basically a fancy way of saying teacher's aide. I work with third graders and I am so in love with my class I look forward to seeing them every day.  I also love that they get excited to see me and give me hugs. Although, after orientation I am PARANOID ABOUT LICE!!!!! It is weird to be called Mrs. Bollinger but fun as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;The teacher with whom I work is also FANTASTIC! I couldn't have been paired with a better person. She is organized(YAY!), doesn't take crap from the kids and has so many creative ideas. It is her first year out of student teaching so we are sort of learning the ropes together. I know I will learn a lot from her. Another benefit is that I get to see the inner workings of the school before Tracy begins next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-3848741541438943844?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3848741541438943844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=3848741541438943844&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/3848741541438943844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/3848741541438943844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sq1z8AZiUZI/AAAAAAAABh0/W_3DJcBgcMQ/s72-c/2009-08-33.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-7569660116095491417</id><published>2009-08-30T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:44:58.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Leesa turns 30!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The night before my birthday, we went up to the cabin with a bunch of friends and it was FABULOUS! I had so much fun reminiscing, laughing, listening to Ben talk about "K" sandwiches, and spending time with the greatest people I know. I am so grateful to have these people in my life. Most of us have been friends for over half our lives and it is fun to see how much we've grown as well as how little we've changed. :) Thanks for a wonderful evening!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-d1.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=3314649325773092305&amp;amp;site=widget-d1.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=3314649325773092305&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d1.slide.com/p1/3314649325773092305/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3314649325773092305&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d1.slide.com/p2/3314649325773092305/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3314649325773092305&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d1.slide.com/p4/3314649325773092305/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" 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/4517212557038293852-7569660116095491417?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7569660116095491417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=7569660116095491417&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/7569660116095491417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/7569660116095491417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/08/leesa-turns-30.html' title='Leesa turns 30!'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-6575369413692045121</id><published>2009-08-24T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:48:49.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>30 Years of  Random Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;On Sunday, I made it to a huge milestone-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I TURNED 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. Now, I realize many people struggle with this but I am actually really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;EXCITED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; for my 30's. I feel more confident in who I am, I have created a family and now I get to enjoy watching my children grow. I still feel the best years are ahead of me and am proud of the years behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Here are 30 random things I have discovered in my thirty years of life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1. Food that burns going in usually burns coming out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2. Friends can become family and vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3. Chance is a gift so act on chance when given the opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;4.How to fold a fitted sheet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;5. BE PREPARED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;6. Be grateful to those who came before us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;7.If you leave the toilet seat up fecal particles can contaminate anything within a 6 foot radius. Think about that next time you brush your teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;8. America is THE GREATEST nation on Earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;9. We are all stronger than we realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;10. God exists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;11. Satan exists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;12. DO NOT wait too long to go to the hospital when you are in labor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;13. Time heals all wounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;14. Anything worth having is worth the sacrifice and hard work required to achieve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;15. CANCER SUCKS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;16. There are two types of scuba divers: Those who pee in their wetsuits and those who lie about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;17. People are placed in our lives for a reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;18. Bend at the knees when lifting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;19. The governor in a Saturn kicks in at 113 MPH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;20. When a child eats both blue and yellow frosting the result is bright green poop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;21. How to fit someone in the correct bra size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;22. That which you are looking for is often right in front of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;23. Don't judge others. You never know the whole story or their situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;24. At the end of the day all I need is to see my three little smiling faces to remind me life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;25. It is possible to go five days without sleep although I don't recommend it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;26. If you don't act you will never know with certainty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;27. DO NOT call or text after taking an ambien. Probably shouldn't go running either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;28. Being an adult can be fun when you are acting like a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;29. Be grateful for those who have served, currently serve, or will serve in the Military. A lot  of sacrifice has been made for us to enjoy our freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;30. Life is a journey, not a destination (thank you Aerosmith) and I plan to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ENJOY THE RIDE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well, I hope you enjoyed my tidbits of wisdom. I would love to see comments with some of your wisdom. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-6575369413692045121?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6575369413692045121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=6575369413692045121&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6575369413692045121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6575369413692045121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/08/30-years-of-random-wisdom.html' title='30 Years of  Random Wisdom'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-2364392127835350498</id><published>2009-08-20T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:07:58.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubba and tiffany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>"Dum-dum-da-dum......."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/So2vCOQerWI/AAAAAAAABgs/5cafsKWfXvg/s1600-h/august+2009+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/So2vCOQerWI/AAAAAAAABgs/5cafsKWfXvg/s400/august+2009+051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372142383244684642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well the day finally came and Christopher and Tiffany are now officially married! They are both wonderful, fun and talented people and I couldn't be happier for them. If you are wondering why Bubba is wearing a kilt it is because his family is part Scottish. Not that he wouldn't have worn one anyway. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/So2v1npXgCI/AAAAAAAABg0/AZx9NOobTmg/s1600-h/august+2009+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/So2v1npXgCI/AAAAAAAABg0/AZx9NOobTmg/s400/august+2009+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372143266233286690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;They were married at the Draper Temple which was BEAUTIFUL as well as very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WINDY!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;All of us girls were struggling to keep our dresses down (as was Bubba in his kilt).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/So2w1uWxatI/AAAAAAAABhE/vBjB_XUr0Us/s1600-h/august+2009+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/So2w1uWxatI/AAAAAAAABhE/vBjB_XUr0Us/s400/august+2009+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372144367545969362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tiffany was a gorgeous bride and I love that she fits so well into our quirky family. This is my favorite picture. I see many fun times ahead for the Bollinger girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/So2yf-tJ0WI/AAAAAAAABhc/VdQwBhvyUCw/s1600-h/august+2009+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/So2yf-tJ0WI/AAAAAAAABhc/VdQwBhvyUCw/s400/august+2009+072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372146193000943970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our cousin, Jolynn. snapped this photo on a whim and it turned out so cute! She is a pro. I love how dapper my little men look. Summy was miserable all day but such a trooper. We found out later she had roseola. Needless to say she slept through most of the festivities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/So2zwatSULI/AAAAAAAABhs/ekUInm8PQLE/s1600-h/august+2009+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/So2zwatSULI/AAAAAAAABhs/ekUInm8PQLE/s400/august+2009+049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372147574907228338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Mother-in-Law has THE most incredible yard! This picture doesn't capture all the beautiful greenery, the perfect yard and the beautiful flowers. She spent countless hours preparing it for the wedding so of course it rained!!!  The reception was still fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/So2x316hKpI/AAAAAAAABhU/Sxa5dpY41uI/s1600-h/august+2009+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/So2x316hKpI/AAAAAAAABhU/Sxa5dpY41uI/s400/august+2009+088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372145503446313618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_FontSize" title="Font size" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);toggleFontSizeMenu();ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Font size" class="gl_size" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It has become a family/friendly tradition to put a tacky license plate cover on the getaway car. It all began at our wedding with,&lt;br /&gt;"WE LOST OUR VIRGINITY JANUARY 3, 2001".&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for starting this tradition Gert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congratulations Bubba and Tiffany! MWWWWWWWAH!&lt;/span&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/4517212557038293852-2364392127835350498?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2364392127835350498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=2364392127835350498&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/2364392127835350498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/2364392127835350498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/08/dum-dum-da-dum.html' title='&quot;Dum-dum-da-dum.......&quot;'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/So2vCOQerWI/AAAAAAAABgs/5cafsKWfXvg/s72-c/august+2009+051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-7807287050522452098</id><published>2009-08-15T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:13:10.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubba and tiffany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Wedding Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocgB3cU4iI/AAAAAAAABgM/m88skNYOtOo/s1600-h/august+2009+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocgB3cU4iI/AAAAAAAABgM/m88skNYOtOo/s320/august+2009+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370296297097323042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The night before Bubba and Tiffany's wedding we celebrated with them at a dinner up at the Mill Hollow Country Club. Dinner was delicious, the view of the valley was amazing and I loved chatting with family and friends. One of my favorite memories is Mike's toast to Bubba. He kept it pretty tasteful, but it is Mike so of course there had to be a sexual pun. He (Mike) shared with the group how he had asked Bubba what he wanted to get out of marriage. Bubba's reply was that he wanted to be a model husband, a model father, a model citizen and a model lover. Mike explained that he looked up "Model" in the dictionary where it read, "a small scale version of the original". So, in reference to being a model lover he was basically saying Bubbs was minimally endowed. It was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bubba is notorious for taking bad pictures and this one was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocgYYmbhsI/AAAAAAAABgU/TWCPxijen1g/s1600-h/august+2009+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocgYYmbhsI/AAAAAAAABgU/TWCPxijen1g/s320/august+2009+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370296683955193538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hopefully the wedding pictures turn out better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocgdKpkHCI/AAAAAAAABgc/2fnGedTUNHE/s1600-h/august+2009+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocgdKpkHCI/AAAAAAAABgc/2fnGedTUNHE/s320/august+2009+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370296766109588514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The happy couple. We love you guys!!!&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/4517212557038293852-7807287050522452098?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7807287050522452098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=7807287050522452098&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/7807287050522452098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/7807287050522452098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-dinner.html' title='Wedding Dinner'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocgB3cU4iI/AAAAAAAABgM/m88skNYOtOo/s72-c/august+2009+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-6380249703008337557</id><published>2009-08-15T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:34:35.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiffany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bachelorette party'/><title type='text'>Tiff's Bachelorette Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocaD5t5vBI/AAAAAAAABf8/rNbk6UBb-3I/s1600-h/august+2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocaD5t5vBI/AAAAAAAABf8/rNbk6UBb-3I/s400/august+2009+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370289734997883922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been incredibly lucky because I absolutely love and adore ALL four of my sisters-in-law. Tiffany is the newest addition and from day one I knew we would get along great. A couple of days before the wedding Tiff, her sister Melanie and Bubba's sister Mindy came over for a little Bachelorette party at my house.&lt;br /&gt;We started the night off with two of the cutest male dancers EVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocZ2ZCJ96I/AAAAAAAABfs/Xlp0lZkQeIQ/s1600-h/august+2009+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocZ2ZCJ96I/AAAAAAAABfs/Xlp0lZkQeIQ/s320/august+2009+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370289502886164386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocZxY8AkWI/AAAAAAAABfk/R4W4SrmqVGc/s1600-h/august+2009+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocZxY8AkWI/AAAAAAAABfk/R4W4SrmqVGc/s320/august+2009+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370289416961036642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Race car driver Trace and Construction Worker Ev were so excited to dance for Tiff and other than Trace falling and hitting his tooth it was a great performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocZ-B9bOcI/AAAAAAAABf0/x5jx_0lHcP4/s1600-h/august+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocZ-B9bOcI/AAAAAAAABf0/x5jx_0lHcP4/s320/august+2009+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370289634131261890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next we played a little play-do pictionary with words related to the wedding and wedding night. Woooooooo! Play-do has never been so naughty. :) Thanks for the game idea Kriste. You are truly the game queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocaK5nF5iI/AAAAAAAABgE/eBg0oBDi-2w/s1600-h/august+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocaK5nF5iI/AAAAAAAABgE/eBg0oBDi-2w/s320/august+2009+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370289855228405282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next I tapped into my Jr. High mind frame and gave Tiff a candy bar poster that I had made. This is what it read:&lt;br /&gt;Tiff,&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRUNCH&lt;/span&gt; time before your big day so let's &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAKE 5&lt;/span&gt; and share a pampering&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPREE&lt;/span&gt;. Your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG HUNK&lt;/span&gt; is anxious to see your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MOUNDS&lt;/span&gt; and your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHATCHAMACALLIT&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure you are also ready for his &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUNIOR MINTS&lt;/span&gt; and his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;MILKY WAY&lt;/span&gt;. Don't be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;NERDS&lt;/span&gt; while &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YORK&lt;/span&gt; getting ready for the wedding. You little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOT TAMALES&lt;/span&gt; are in store for some wonderful memories and a lot of fun. One day when you are making &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;100 GRAND&lt;/span&gt; and playing with your little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BABY RUTH&lt;/span&gt; you will look back at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROCKY ROAD&lt;/span&gt; you have traveled and be grateful you are still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SWEETTARTS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to me combine cheesy and perverted.&lt;br /&gt;We ate oreos, watched "He's Just Not That Into You" and chatted late into the night. I simply must share with you the new oreo trick I learned that night. If you insert a fork into the cream of the cookie and dip the fork into the milk- YOUR HANDS STAY CLEAN!!!!! I am really excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Tiff and I am incredibly elated you are in our family!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-6380249703008337557?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6380249703008337557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=6380249703008337557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6380249703008337557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6380249703008337557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/08/tiffs-bachelorette-party.html' title='Tiff&apos;s Bachelorette Party!'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocaD5t5vBI/AAAAAAAABf8/rNbk6UBb-3I/s72-c/august+2009+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-868876483145095490</id><published>2009-08-15T12:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:01:45.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tracy'/><title type='text'>Tracy's Fall From Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocTyr6xdTI/AAAAAAAABfU/iJovrSAcBvo/s1600-h/august+2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocTyr6xdTI/AAAAAAAABfU/iJovrSAcBvo/s400/august+2009+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370282842166228274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two weeks ago Mike and Melody invited us to their ward party at a park out in Taylorsville. We went looking forward to some volleyball, yummy food and fun. Little did we know we were in for quite the surprise. While climbing up the outside of a tunnel slide, Tracy fell at least ten feet to the ground!!! He seemed to be okay with just a few bumps and bruises until I noticed his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocT3E3DP6I/AAAAAAAABfc/qK8BcuY3LpM/s1600-h/august+2009+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocT3E3DP6I/AAAAAAAABfc/qK8BcuY3LpM/s400/august+2009+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370282917580980130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These pictures do not do it justice! He had a HUGE goose egg for a week and the bruise is still there two weeks later! Poor little guy. You would think he learned his lesson but what did I see him trying to do last week? Yep, trying to climb up the outside of a slide again. Boys will be boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-868876483145095490?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/868876483145095490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=868876483145095490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/868876483145095490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/868876483145095490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/08/tracys-fall-from-grace.html' title='Tracy&apos;s Fall From Grace'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SocTyr6xdTI/AAAAAAAABfU/iJovrSAcBvo/s72-c/august+2009+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-3581920292972132828</id><published>2009-08-02T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:00:53.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everett'/><title type='text'>Spongebob Everett</title><content type='html'>My sister-in-law, Mindy, put this video together with footage from our boating trip. Everett found the large yellow sponge we use to clean the boat and immediately thought it was Sponge Bob. It's pretty funny that he knows the lyrics because we don't  have Nickelodeon. This video is hilarious!!! We love you Ev!&lt;br /&gt;YOU WILL HAVE TO PAUSE THE MUSIC PLAYING ON MY PLAY LIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f648492549ea3b87" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df648492549ea3b87%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330424303%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D305B8BD10938199E21A7F364F62762ACE61353E3.674C7D6389CD5BCB4B011F3ADB22F07B1F8709CE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df648492549ea3b87%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2en0kZamoEibGf8a1k_rIQxDCyA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df648492549ea3b87%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330424303%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D305B8BD10938199E21A7F364F62762ACE61353E3.674C7D6389CD5BCB4B011F3ADB22F07B1F8709CE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df648492549ea3b87%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2en0kZamoEibGf8a1k_rIQxDCyA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-3581920292972132828?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f648492549ea3b87&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3581920292972132828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=3581920292972132828&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/3581920292972132828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/3581920292972132828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/08/spongebob-everett.html' title='Spongebob Everett'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-4693755522994400266</id><published>2009-07-31T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:25:18.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summertime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Pioneer Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SnNhM32Ou7I/AAAAAAAABfM/vn53iATImbI/s1600-h/july+2009+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SnNhM32Ou7I/AAAAAAAABfM/vn53iATImbI/s400/july+2009+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364738454906125234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I broke tradition. Rather than sleep in while Mike takes the kids to the parade I actually got my butt out of bed and joined the fam. I will probably go back to tradition next year. I may be a party pooper but I DON'T LIKE PARADES. I never have. Mike's family saves us a place every year so we met up with them and our friends, the Randalls. I actually did have fun visiting with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SnNdta0k98I/AAAAAAAABd0/kjidqvb5gwU/s1600-h/july+2009+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SnNdta0k98I/AAAAAAAABd0/kjidqvb5gwU/s200/july+2009+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364734616003737538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This explains why Everett wouldn't take a nap that day. Thanks a lot Bubba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went swimming at Grandma and Grandpa's and then headed over to BUTLER DAYS! It is going to be our new tradition.&lt;br /&gt;They had : Cars on display,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SnNesTMkJMI/AAAAAAAABd8/e-p-BCYEJr0/s1600-h/july+2009+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SnNesTMkJMI/AAAAAAAABd8/e-p-BCYEJr0/s200/july+2009+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364735696288621762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helicopters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SnNey9JPPEI/AAAAAAAABeE/aNTDR06HAEs/s1600-h/july+2009+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SnNey9JPPEI/AAAAAAAABeE/aNTDR06HAEs/s200/july+2009+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364735810628172866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bouncy slides for the kids,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SnNe_ugTyvI/AAAAAAAABeU/iI63-QWwOcM/s1600-h/july+2009+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SnNe_ugTyvI/AAAAAAAABeU/iI63-QWwOcM/s200/july+2009+050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364736030036708082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FREE watermelon for everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SnNe4PpbLuI/AAAAAAAABeM/_Dx0zAQRP5I/s1600-h/july+2009+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SnNe4PpbLuI/AAAAAAAABeM/_Dx0zAQRP5I/s200/july+2009+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364735901494357730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and AMAZING fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SnNfickcIaI/AAAAAAAABe8/gQsjf4thzNM/s1600-h/july+2009+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SnNfickcIaI/AAAAAAAABe8/gQsjf4thzNM/s200/july+2009+070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364736626517615010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You all need to seriously check it out next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SnNfSO-OH8I/AAAAAAAABes/WnaA8hF3AQE/s1600-h/july+2009+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SnNfSO-OH8I/AAAAAAAABes/WnaA8hF3AQE/s200/july+2009+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364736347989745602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charity and I bought the girls matching oufits while we were on our romantic getaway in St. George.&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/4517212557038293852-4693755522994400266?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4693755522994400266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=4693755522994400266&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/4693755522994400266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/4693755522994400266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/07/pioneer-day.html' title='Pioneer Day'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SnNhM32Ou7I/AAAAAAAABfM/vn53iATImbI/s72-c/july+2009+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-4738958429595414237</id><published>2009-07-29T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:06:20.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Babies</title><content type='html'>My Mother-in-Law sent me this and it was so hilarious I had to share it with all of you. It is funny and also a little creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-165750be707cf83f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D165750be707cf83f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330424303%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53F1A61D1ADD9693D393D189EE15E1F5E7654CBA.17B1665A935E3530B9D341D35DDDC59A642205D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D165750be707cf83f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQdoBRrNdSsrIxs3NHMowOWb18xQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D165750be707cf83f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330424303%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53F1A61D1ADD9693D393D189EE15E1F5E7654CBA.17B1665A935E3530B9D341D35DDDC59A642205D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D165750be707cf83f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQdoBRrNdSsrIxs3NHMowOWb18xQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-4738958429595414237?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=165750be707cf83f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4738958429595414237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=4738958429595414237&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/4738958429595414237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/4738958429595414237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/07/roller-babies.html' title='Roller Babies'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-6669397299200136114</id><published>2009-07-25T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:54:36.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A day at the lake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SmtdojDkwKI/AAAAAAAABb0/gxm6eQ7hQpU/s1600-h/july+2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SmtdojDkwKI/AAAAAAAABb0/gxm6eQ7hQpU/s320/july+2009+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362482732501090466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately life has been so busy we rarely get out on the boat. Luckily we were able to make it up to Jordanelle for some boating and family fun. I love sleeping on the boat because it rocks me to sleep most of the time. It was a little crazy trying to get the boys to sleep. They pretended the cabin was everything from a fort to the Bat Cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Smtdxe1t7WI/AAAAAAAABb8/epWwkp3hbgM/s1600-h/july+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Smtdxe1t7WI/AAAAAAAABb8/epWwkp3hbgM/s320/july+2009+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362482885988052322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We headed up Tuesday night so we could get in some fishing. I simply adore this picture of Mike teaching the boys how to cast off. Everett is like his momma and had more fun casting than actually trying to catch something. Tracy is just like daddy and was very impatient with the fact the fish weren't biting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Smtez5kxrdI/AAAAAAAABcE/OHVRcd-ZXv8/s1600-h/july+2009+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Smtez5kxrdI/AAAAAAAABcE/OHVRcd-ZXv8/s320/july+2009+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362484027036118482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer sure enjoyed her Oreo cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SmtfJht8IaI/AAAAAAAABcM/oO8S1d2rxDg/s1600-h/july+2009+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SmtfJht8IaI/AAAAAAAABcM/oO8S1d2rxDg/s320/july+2009+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362484398589223330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She did NOT enjoy wearing her life jacket. Sorry Summy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SmtfxntI8aI/AAAAAAAABcU/C3wwyTQrg3Q/s1600-h/july+2009+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SmtfxntI8aI/AAAAAAAABcU/C3wwyTQrg3Q/s320/july+2009+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362485087391248802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wednesday the water was smoothe but VERY COLD!!! Mike was brave and skied long before I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Smtf4Pd2oII/AAAAAAAABcc/6_pXfkGk7hQ/s1600-h/july+2009+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Smtf4Pd2oII/AAAAAAAABcc/6_pXfkGk7hQ/s320/july+2009+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362485201143767170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids loved this fun tube. Everett kept wanting to go faster and faster. It was cute watching him give the "thumbs up" signal to speed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SmtgWkcbKFI/AAAAAAAABck/ib6kTxUJKcA/s1600-h/july+2009+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SmtgWkcbKFI/AAAAAAAABck/ib6kTxUJKcA/s320/july+2009+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362485722170992722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Smth8UHtE4I/AAAAAAAABc8/XJLNmjfb3aA/s1600-h/july+2009+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Smth8UHtE4I/AAAAAAAABc8/XJLNmjfb3aA/s320/july+2009+071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362487470135776130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It finally started warming up enough for me to venture out into the water.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SmthvayxusI/AAAAAAAABc0/TYTUF6A28Y8/s1600-h/july+2009+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SmthvayxusI/AAAAAAAABc0/TYTUF6A28Y8/s320/july+2009+073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362487248588749506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...but not without my FULL WETSUIT! Everett asked if I was a Power Ranger. Of course I told him I was and busted out my best moves. He loved it! I hope he still loves it when I bust out those same moves when he's older and with his friends. Mwahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SmthTdefS9I/AAAAAAAABcs/1OWbzq2xXkk/s1600-h/july+2009+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SmthTdefS9I/AAAAAAAABcs/1OWbzq2xXkk/s320/july+2009+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362486768272624594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer is such a water baby. We had to physically restrain her from jumping in while the boat was moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Smti7QX-K2I/AAAAAAAABdk/3918HS4MPq8/s1600-h/july+2009+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Smti7QX-K2I/AAAAAAAABdk/3918HS4MPq8/s320/july+2009+041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362488551462021986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everett was so tuckered out he couldn't even finish his liquorish. Notice it in BOTH hands. Silly little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SmtiD937aBI/AAAAAAAABdE/J8_EA1yjeJo/s1600-h/july+2009+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SmtiD937aBI/AAAAAAAABdE/J8_EA1yjeJo/s320/july+2009+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362487601602979858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE driving the boat. I dream of living somewhere on the water where you get around by boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SmtiOjBb3BI/AAAAAAAABdM/zLrSZQxBUHQ/s1600-h/july+2009+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SmtiOjBb3BI/AAAAAAAABdM/zLrSZQxBUHQ/s320/july+2009+064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362487783373659154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We found the perfect beach for lunch. Tracy thought he was really sneaky camouflaged into the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SmtioGiegvI/AAAAAAAABdU/0gTYrDdikl4/s1600-h/july+2009+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SmtioGiegvI/AAAAAAAABdU/0gTYrDdikl4/s320/july+2009+057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362488222404215538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Water, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SmtivhuYVkI/AAAAAAAABdc/-QNmkrejKP0/s1600-h/july+2009+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SmtivhuYVkI/AAAAAAAABdc/-QNmkrejKP0/s320/july+2009+065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362488349960984130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clean is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;We had such a wonderful time. I really want to make more of an effort to get out. There is nothing like being in close quarters with the ones you love, on the water, in the sunshine, surrounded by BEAUTIFUL mountains......I loved it! Hooray for Utah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-6669397299200136114?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6669397299200136114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=6669397299200136114&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6669397299200136114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6669397299200136114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-at-lake.html' title='A day at the lake.'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SmtdojDkwKI/AAAAAAAABb0/gxm6eQ7hQpU/s72-c/july+2009+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-1457493468146715296</id><published>2009-07-16T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:23:56.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everett'/><title type='text'>Mystery solved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/Sl_g03D1YaI/AAAAAAAAB-0/01C5bI2H3_M/s1600-h/Picture+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/Sl_g03D1YaI/AAAAAAAAB-0/01C5bI2H3_M/s400/Picture+124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359249280332030370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...So your Kid got a hold of your Camera...AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the title pretty much says it all, so I'm not going to say a lot, I'll let the pictures and video speak for themselves, but every time this happens I notice the lens is all smeared, and after seeing some of the pictures, I see why.  Basically I found my camera the other day, but no case, and as I always keep my camera in I knew somebody'd been up to no good.  based upon the pictures, I have concluded that it was Everett.  But take a look. (this is only a small sample of the many, many videos and pictures he took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-69b6985438f1995d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D69b6985438f1995d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330424303%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D533CFAC432D02D4255406E4B7B5C3AAFE765A947.DA210D1D51CDBD331DE51178F33781CFE2022DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D69b6985438f1995d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DW2dWGCv9SLa1HCelCo6Prd5CiBI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D69b6985438f1995d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330424303%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D533CFAC432D02D4255406E4B7B5C3AAFE765A947.DA210D1D51CDBD331DE51178F33781CFE2022DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D69b6985438f1995d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DW2dWGCv9SLa1HCelCo6Prd5CiBI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/Sl_fCu7AfHI/AAAAAAAAB-s/Xe364p4xgwU/s1600-h/Picture+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/Sl_fCu7AfHI/AAAAAAAAB-s/Xe364p4xgwU/s320/Picture+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359247319642438770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-1457493468146715296?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=69b6985438f1995d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1457493468146715296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=1457493468146715296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/1457493468146715296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/1457493468146715296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='Mystery solved'/><author><name>Mike Bollinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/SDL4z6b3eRI/AAAAAAAAAzc/-A5SCDukID4/S220/EvilCalvinHobbesTrans.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/Sl_g03D1YaI/AAAAAAAAB-0/01C5bI2H3_M/s72-c/Picture+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-5501696679483439105</id><published>2009-07-11T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:18:52.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday little Summy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It all began last &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt; on a warm and sunny day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Our family was excited to have a little girl come our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;autumn&lt;/span&gt; leaves began to fall her brothers doted still.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hugged and kissed her day and night until they'd had their fill.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;winter&lt;/span&gt; her smile was so bright it could have melted snow.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sweet personality was already beginning to show.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;springtime&lt;/span&gt; she was on the move and babbling little sounds.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;That tiny one we'd carried home was growing by leaps and bounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt; once again and so it's time to have some fun.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SUMMER&lt;/span&gt; baby girl has finally turned ONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sl-HDZrfLbI/AAAAAAAABa0/lcCwhxyMw20/s1600-h/july+2009+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sl-HDZrfLbI/AAAAAAAABa0/lcCwhxyMw20/s400/july+2009+115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359150574096821682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Has it really been a whole year? Yep, it sure has. Each one of my children has brought something special to our home. Summer is definitely the one to whom we are all drawn. She has such a peace about her and yet she is completely silly and keeps us all in laughter. I have loved watching the boys' love for her grow. Even Mike is more patient with her than he is with the boys. I love that she likes to fluff her tutu one minute and crawl around in the mud the next. She is very easy going yet knows what she wants and will do whatever it takes to get it. Usually "it" is one of her brothers' cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sl-Jd0cP0MI/AAAAAAAABbc/7jKY5jE47Z0/s1600-h/july+2009+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sl-Jd0cP0MI/AAAAAAAABbc/7jKY5jE47Z0/s400/july+2009+082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359153226980511938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tracy and Oakley were good at helping Summer open presents. Tracy was hilarious and he would hold up the clothes as if to model them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sl-JD4B4xqI/AAAAAAAABbE/17VCfGhGW-s/s1600-h/july+2009+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sl-JD4B4xqI/AAAAAAAABbE/17VCfGhGW-s/s400/july+2009+099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359152781267093154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mike's parents gave her this cute little horse. She looks so big getting on and off of it all by herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sl-I4VAlKcI/AAAAAAAABa8/oMak5xD3SXA/s1600-h/july+2009+103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sl-I4VAlKcI/AAAAAAAABa8/oMak5xD3SXA/s400/july+2009+103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359152582887811522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Now, I realize I went a little overboard on the cake. I have had fun making batman, car, monster truck, tool and Transformer cakes etc., but I was really excited to do a girl cake. It didn't turn out quite how I had pictured it in my head but it was worth all the HOURS  of painstaking effort. At one point Tracy and Everett were walking around saying, fondant is mommy's nemesis."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sl-JNJSSJ4I/AAAAAAAABbM/fuqpQkk2pC4/s1600-h/july+2009+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sl-JNJSSJ4I/AAAAAAAABbM/fuqpQkk2pC4/s400/july+2009+102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359152940518090626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Make a wish! Tracy is unhappy because he wanted to be in the picture with her. It is actually hard to do much without him "protecting" her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sl-JWITBksI/AAAAAAAABbU/U05aH84TnQM/s1600-h/july+2009+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sl-JWITBksI/AAAAAAAABbU/U05aH84TnQM/s400/july+2009+105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359153094871585474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love that she looks like she is blowing out the candle. Lucky shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sl-Jttj9FBI/AAAAAAAABbk/8tVvo0nDhC8/s1600-h/july+2009+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sl-Jttj9FBI/AAAAAAAABbk/8tVvo0nDhC8/s400/july+2009+107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359153500011697170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yummmmmmy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sl-J5jTWDDI/AAAAAAAABbs/G3rSAQDAJac/s1600-h/july+2009+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sl-J5jTWDDI/AAAAAAAABbs/G3rSAQDAJac/s400/july+2009+111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359153703416106034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summy was all partied out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Summer! Thanks to all the friends and family who came to her shin dig. She is so blessed to be loved and surrounded by the greatest people. 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color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You are invited to a gathering of all secret super heroes...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SlK4MRWKjXI/AAAAAAAABYk/w3kk5Acsqdo/s1600-h/june+2009+235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SlK4MRWKjXI/AAAAAAAABYk/w3kk5Acsqdo/s320/june+2009+235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355545427851251058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until a couple of months ago Tracy wanted a Star Wars theme for his birthday party. When he suddenly decided he would rather have Batman I WAS ECSTATIC! That meant we could all wear our Halloween costumes again and ya'll know how I love any excuse to wear a costume. But, this is not about me it is about Tracy.&lt;br /&gt;I let him write his own guest list and when it reached 20 I said, "what the heck?" It is summer and most people will probably be out of town. Boy was I wrong! We had about 20 kids in our bat cave, I mean backyard.  and I wouldn't have had it any other way. I decided that old rule of inviting the amount of kids as the child's age was bunk. When have I been a rule follower anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SlK5pgGgNeI/AAAAAAAABYs/hRN7W4RjiFU/s1600-h/june+2009+206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SlK5pgGgNeI/AAAAAAAABYs/hRN7W4RjiFU/s320/june+2009+206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355547029539927522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike was still sexy as the Joker but to the kids he was a little scary. He even TONED DOWN the makeup. I guess our kids are so used to seeing us in makeup and costumes we forget most kids have &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt; parents. Thanks for indulging me babe. I know you were roasting in the costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SlK6Pqj6F9I/AAAAAAAABY0/h59LndyXp2A/s1600-h/june+2009+216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SlK6Pqj6F9I/AAAAAAAABY0/h59LndyXp2A/s320/june+2009+216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355547685182642130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wasn't quite as scary as Harley Quinn but many kids avoided me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SlK7kkliIII/AAAAAAAABZE/QNwMZtZpNa8/s1600-h/june+2009+207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SlK7kkliIII/AAAAAAAABZE/QNwMZtZpNa8/s320/june+2009+207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355549143867728002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can't really tell but this is supposed to be a bat cave. The kids (mostly Jami actually) made batplanes and we took turns trying to fly them into the cave. Thanks for your sweet airplane skills Jam. Then it was time for "Batman Says" and our favorite tradition -the pinata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SlK6qxu1fXI/AAAAAAAABY8/tcLDlPVdtuc/s1600-h/june+2009+219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SlK6qxu1fXI/AAAAAAAABY8/tcLDlPVdtuc/s320/june+2009+219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355548150963993970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't these the cutest little super heroes you have ever seen? I loved that everyone dressed up. My cute friend even made her girls princess hero capes. Not long into the party the costumes came off piece by piece. It was pretty darn hot.  I filled the pinata a little too much so with one smack it ripped down and we just bashed it. I had drawn the Joker inside his "escape car" and let everyone beat on him. I hope none of your children have anger issues now. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SlLECtqlJsI/AAAAAAAABZs/-ck4O89ev1w/s1600-h/june+2009+197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SlLECtqlJsI/AAAAAAAABZs/-ck4O89ev1w/s320/june+2009+197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355558457793914562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SlK8CjvvX7I/AAAAAAAABZM/qsWC8ORzbq8/s1600-h/june+2009+225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SlK8CjvvX7I/AAAAAAAABZM/qsWC8ORzbq8/s320/june+2009+225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355549659038179250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time for singing and cake!!!! Trace was very excited about his cake and I was excited to attempt fondant for the first time. I want to post some pics of Trace through the years but that will have to come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SlK8mLsvAOI/AAAAAAAABZU/fWMTqnI6DF4/s1600-h/june+2009+234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SlK8mLsvAOI/AAAAAAAABZU/fWMTqnI6DF4/s320/june+2009+234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355550271058411746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, to get the right shades of yellow and blue I used A LOT of gel coloring. Everett ate spoon fulls of both and if you are wondering, the answer is: YES! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt; frosting make very bright &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; poop. Luckily Ev pooped it in the potty.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who came to the friend and/family parties. It is great to see so many little ones that have grown up with Trace. I have made some dear friends through Tracy and he has gained some cool buddies from the fabulous friends I have. It is such an enjoyable time of life.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Tracy. You are such a wonderful ball of energy and emotion. You are our firstborn and have always made us proud. You are so entertaining and animated whether you are singing in primary, putting on a school show or just playing in your room. Your use of hyperbole makes you a great story teller. Just try not to elaborate on the truth so much. :) You are the best big brother to Summy. She lights up when she sees you and I know you will always look out for her. Even though you get sick of Ev shadowing you it is only because he looks up to you. I love that you two have become buddies and I appreciate you always helping him put on his shoes and getting him band aids for his owies. We love you Trace and all that you are. Your interest, no, obsession , with cars, transformers shoes and now legos. Your strong testimony amazes me. You are just like your father and have faith in whatever the Lord asks of you. You sweet prayers over the last year worked and you were so humble. "Well, yeah, I asked Heavenly Father for help and he helps us if we believe him". You put me in my place Trace. Now every night when you pray for Melody and her baby (and even Uncle Mike) to grow healthy and strong I see the sincerity in your voice and I know you are truly such a loving person. Tracy, you are a special kid. I am amazed at all you learn and remember. You are so friendly and make new friends wherever we go. You are  non-judgmental and I hope that quality always follows you. Always see the good in others Trace because there is so much good for them to see in you. I love you bug! MWWWWAAAA (kiss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SlLCkw31bDI/AAAAAAAABZk/Kd01J03T24Q/s1600-h/june+2009+mike%27s+pics+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SlLCkw31bDI/AAAAAAAABZk/Kd01J03T24Q/s320/june+2009+mike%27s+pics+067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355556843747109938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everett was put in time out and in the process he showed us his dejected face from the window. The funny thing was that it looks like he was using the quote bubble stuck to the window. I made a bunch of cheesy comic book signs that read:BAM, and KABLAB, "To the Batmobile", and CRASH..etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SlK9fdkcHhI/AAAAAAAABZc/KUhbozh-2As/s1600-h/june+2009+210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SlK9fdkcHhI/AAAAAAAABZc/KUhbozh-2As/s320/june+2009+210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355551255108001298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No party is complete without an appearance from Bat Girl!&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/4517212557038293852-5897177828849167247?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5897177828849167247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=5897177828849167247&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/5897177828849167247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/5897177828849167247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/07/da-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-happy-birthday.html' title='Da-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Happy Birthday BATMAN!!!!'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SlK4MRWKjXI/AAAAAAAABYk/w3kk5Acsqdo/s72-c/june+2009+235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-4570723215423248896</id><published>2009-07-02T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:52:55.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida 2009'/><title type='text'>Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Our trip to Florida was full of fun, family, record-breaking heat and did I mention FUN? From the time we got on the plane to the time we landed back in Utah we were continually on the move. After meeting up with Mike and his family in Orlando for dinner at yummy Giardanno's we made the two hour drive to Gainesville. Early the next morning my niece, Aubree, was baptized by my brother. She is the first grandchild to be baptized and I am grateful we were able to be there to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1bLEMML-I/AAAAAAAABU8/rqbjd8S-1Vs/s1600-h/aubree+getting+baptized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1bLEMML-I/AAAAAAAABU8/rqbjd8S-1Vs/s320/aubree+getting+baptized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354035777674948578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tracy and Everett had never been to a baptism and were &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;engulfed by the amazing spirit present. The rest of the weekend they played "baptism" with their stuffed animals. It was pretty funny but it also provided an opportunity to discuss baptism with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1b0FpauOI/AAAAAAAABVE/oAagTcLk3-I/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1b0FpauOI/AAAAAAAABVE/oAagTcLk3-I/s320/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354036482440607970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the closest we've gotten to a family picture since my wedding. The only ones not pictured are my sister and her family. I never thought we were that close as a family but getting together made me appreciate the time we were able to share. I know my mom would be happy to see us all gathered. She was always the "glue".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1cn3lz_II/AAAAAAAABVM/t7yVQOK2eIw/s1600-h/bennett%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1cn3lz_II/AAAAAAAABVM/t7yVQOK2eIw/s320/bennett%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354037372020587650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike, Miles, Me and my Father. Where did Mike get that height?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1l0tlC6LI/AAAAAAAABW8/ukeXmX7d-3o/s1600-h/june+2009+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1l0tlC6LI/AAAAAAAABW8/ukeXmX7d-3o/s320/june+2009+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354047488275966130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1lvyMwHAI/AAAAAAAABW0/3Ny0nP52Yh4/s1600-h/june+2009+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1lvyMwHAI/AAAAAAAABW0/3Ny0nP52Yh4/s320/june+2009+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354047403616902146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's Day was Sunday and before we left SLC, the kids made crowns for all of the Dad's. I made them wear them all through dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1dQ-so9MI/AAAAAAAABVc/eSleTDfNPO0/s1600-h/01-gainesville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1dQ-so9MI/AAAAAAAABVc/eSleTDfNPO0/s400/01-gainesville.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354038078302909634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent the rest of the weekend swimming, playing and even went panning for alligator teeth. While there I found an AWESOME spider so if you get squeamish don't enlarge the pictures above. It was seriously HUGE and so cool. Everett shares my love of the creepy crawlies and I had to physically restrain him to prevent him from touching it. We did find several teeth but rather than gator teeth I think they are shark teeth. Either way they are unique souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1lbCzHSMI/AAAAAAAABWk/dOWc6CfWVtQ/s1600-h/02-hollywood+studios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1lbCzHSMI/AAAAAAAABWk/dOWc6CfWVtQ/s400/02-hollywood+studios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354047047295518914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday we made the journey back to Orlando. Monday we spent the day at Disney's Hollywood Studios in RECORD BREAKING HEAT! I love heat and humidity but even I was roasting! Poor Summy was so hot we stripped her down to her diaper for most of the day. One of our favorite attractions here is the Extreme Stunt Show. Trace was only two last time we saw it yet he remembers minute details and couldn't wait to see it again. He was also THRILLED to see Mater and Lightning McQueen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1rZpkZ99I/AAAAAAAABYU/CYLB3rcwGvM/s1600-h/june+2009+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1rZpkZ99I/AAAAAAAABYU/CYLB3rcwGvM/s320/june+2009+045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354053620412839890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of our most fun moments occurred while hanging out at the condo. The kids were all drawn to Uncle Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1r3VBhaTI/AAAAAAAABYc/ssdPiGQKYg0/s1600-h/june+2009+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1r3VBhaTI/AAAAAAAABYc/ssdPiGQKYg0/s320/june+2009+073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354054130293893426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abbie and Trace are just a month apart and sooooo alike. They have great times together and have more energy than the rest of us combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1eMnaVqcI/AAAAAAAABVk/HtnO7Z8-cT8/s1600-h/03-animal+kingdom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1eMnaVqcI/AAAAAAAABVk/HtnO7Z8-cT8/s400/03-animal+kingdom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354039102844283330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuesday, Mike, Melody, Lisa, Abbie and Aubree joined us at the Animal Kindgdom where it was another hot and sunny day. I still say it is better than shoveling snow and being cold, but that is just me. The boys loved the safari because it was like "off-roading with animals". Tracy's favorite animal was the Land Rover. That boy and his autos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1hUcmrHzI/AAAAAAAABV0/-jxmof5e2K0/s1600-h/04-Daytona+Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1hUcmrHzI/AAAAAAAABV0/-jxmof5e2K0/s400/04-Daytona+Beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354042535917068082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wednesday we took a break from the parks and spent the day at Daytona Beach. It was the BEST beach! The water was warm. You heard it right folks. I, the girl who thinks Lake Powell and the Caribbean are cold, thought the water was warm. The water was shallow a long way out so the kids splashed around and swam all day. Another nice surprise was that the water wasn't overly salty. We were in the water all day and our eyes weren't burning! I am sad to say the Atlantic took hold of my favorite sunglasses but it was worth it. I love beaches and Daytona is my new favorite. If you are ever in Florida, check it out. Unless, of course, it is Spring Break and in that case I would probably avoid it. Unless of course you like loud, obnoxious, scantily clad drunk college kids. At least that is how MTV portrays it.&lt;br /&gt;It was Summy's first time meeting the ocean and she LOVED it! She is such a water baby. Her name is  incredibly fitting. She loved the sun, the sand, the waves ALL OF IT!  Unfortunately we got waaaay too much vitamin D that day. Even though we thought we had been good about sunscreen we were all a little red the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1kJLcNfEI/AAAAAAAABV8/8ONliww3O2o/s1600-h/june+2009+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1kJLcNfEI/AAAAAAAABV8/8ONliww3O2o/s400/june+2009+113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354045640866102338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We couldn't pass through Daytona without taking a picture in front of the speedway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1mogOBYcI/AAAAAAAABXE/Xf308_Q5waI/s1600-h/05-epcot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1mogOBYcI/AAAAAAAABXE/Xf308_Q5waI/s320/05-epcot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354048378042933698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thursday it was back to the parks for a little Epcot action. GM had a showroom at the end of the Test Track ride and I think Trace enjoyed it more than the actual ride. He was really sweet about buckling Everett in first and then going to the driver's side where he was all too happy to be the "driver".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1oOa9Jo5I/AAAAAAAABXk/4oBf3psplGs/s1600-h/06-magic+kingdom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1oOa9Jo5I/AAAAAAAABXk/4oBf3psplGs/s400/06-magic+kingdom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354050128976651154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday and Saturday it was on to Magic Kingdom. The temperature had fallen a bit and we were ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1oRsPCAuI/AAAAAAAABXs/i9a-7-Vncn4/s1600-h/07-magic+kingdom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1oRsPCAuI/AAAAAAAABXs/i9a-7-Vncn4/s400/07-magic+kingdom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354050185154659042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were laughing hysterically when we noticed Summer's leg just chillin' on Tracy. We set Ev loose in "Ariel's Grotto" where he ran, splashed and laughed his little heart out. At one moment he started leaning against one of the speakers. I thought he was tired so I asked him if he wanted to sit in the stroller. His reply was, "No, I'm listening to mine music." Just like Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1oY4ZCOqI/AAAAAAAABX8/yLD_pGHFrn8/s1600-h/09-misc.+disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1oY4ZCOqI/AAAAAAAABX8/yLD_pGHFrn8/s400/09-misc.+disney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354050308676926114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tracy is never impressed by costumed characters so I was SHOCKED to see his enthusiasm when we came across the different characters. Maybe it was the magic of Disney. He was sorely disappointed he never got a chance to meet Daisy Duck, but I think Minnie made up for it. Always the little ladies man. Everett LOVES stuffed animals and couldn't wait to give all of the characters big hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1ohXMq3FI/AAAAAAAABYM/1-9EewEjci0/s1600-h/10-misc.disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1ohXMq3FI/AAAAAAAABYM/1-9EewEjci0/s400/10-misc.disney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354050454385515602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am proud to say we totally stuck it to the mouse and didn't buy a SINGLE meal at the parks. We packed lunches and dinners and I am sure we saved hundreds of dollars. Not just that, but we didn't have to wait in lines and we felt better because we were eating healthy. We bought a few treats, of course, but other than that we ate out of a bag or back at the condo. I will say, however, I am a little sick of sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1oU9RaqJI/AAAAAAAABX0/dVnua2Hk1jA/s1600-h/08-magic+kingdom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1oU9RaqJI/AAAAAAAABX0/dVnua2Hk1jA/s400/08-magic+kingdom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354050241267673234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everett was all about the Mickey ears. Tracy was NOT. By the end of the week we were all pooped. It was even more wonderful than we imagined and I am grateful we had the opportunity to spend time with our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-4570723215423248896?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4570723215423248896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=4570723215423248896&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/4570723215423248896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/4570723215423248896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/07/florida.html' title='Florida'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sk1bLEMML-I/AAAAAAAABU8/rqbjd8S-1Vs/s72-c/aubree+getting+baptized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-6724724513514043896</id><published>2009-06-29T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:54:20.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Good to be home.</title><content type='html'>Well, you were all right. the airport and the plane ride were just fine. The boys were FANTASTIC on the plane. I didn't even have to pull out the DVD player. Summer cried, no SCREAMED, for an hour straight, but other than that everything was fine. I actually think it was harder coming home when Mike was with us. Maybe because it was 5:30 in the morning!!!!!! I love to travel, but it is always nice to come home. Now it is time to get ready for Tracy's birthday bash on Wednesday. I cannot believe he is FIVE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-6724724513514043896?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6724724513514043896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=6724724513514043896&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6724724513514043896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6724724513514043896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-to-be-home.html' title='Good to be home.'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-6005681770129960273</id><published>2009-06-18T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:00:20.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><title type='text'>Here we go.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sjsz_J98g2I/AAAAAAAABTU/ykHtapNr320/s1600-h/disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sjsz_J98g2I/AAAAAAAABTU/ykHtapNr320/s320/disney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348926142533108578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is the big day. In about seven hours I am going to be taking all three kids, the double stroller, three car seats and A WHOLE LOT OF CRAP through security and onto an airplane. The kicker: MIKE IS NOT GOING TO BE WITH ME! Yikes. He is already in Florida for a convention and we are meeting up with him today. I am not worried about the actual plane ride. I am nervous about keeping my little entourage together while we remove our shoes, break down the double stroller, pull out the DVD player, display my liquids and all the other precautionary tasks I get to perform due to the stupid terrorists and tools(I am really trying not to say DB). To top it off, the airport brings out the WORST in me. I am usually a pretty even keeled person an I can adapt well to changes. When it comes to the airport that all goes out the window. I don't know why. Maybe I am so stressed about being late or frustrated with being told to go to the wrong line..... I really don't know why I get so riled. Once I get to the gate I am fine and all is good. Mike has had to hold me back twice for fear we were going to end up banned from different airports. It really is nuts. Mike and Melody are going to be on the same flight as us but I am going to the airport much earlier than them. There is that darn punctuality obsession again. :)&lt;br /&gt;All in all I am so excited for this trip. We have had it planned for over a year and it is going to be fabulous. My brother is doing his residency in Gainesville and we haven't seen my nieces for years! They have never even met Summer. We are all going to go to Orlando together and I think the boys will love having other kids with whom they can hang out.  Last time we did Disney World Tracy was only two and I was VERY pregnant with Ev. This time will be fun because both of us can actually go on cool rides.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have learned from my friend Becca: Don't tell your kids you are going to Disney until you are actually at the gates. For the last year we have been getting asked, "How many more days?" Although it has actually been great because they have been saving their money for a year.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough ranting. Buh Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-6005681770129960273?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6005681770129960273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=6005681770129960273&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6005681770129960273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6005681770129960273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go.....'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sjsz_J98g2I/AAAAAAAABTU/ykHtapNr320/s72-c/disney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-8371271504413767623</id><published>2009-06-09T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:49:23.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mike and mel'/><title type='text'>Good News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Si6ul_NZp_I/AAAAAAAABTM/R079tv0G-sY/s1600-h/mike+and+mel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Si6ul_NZp_I/AAAAAAAABTM/R079tv0G-sY/s320/mike+and+mel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345401775381391346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Easter Tracy came up to me and posed this question, "Mommy guess what I am getting for Christmas?" "What?", I asked. "A COUSIN!" Mike and Melody were over for dinner and that is how they announced to us that they are having a baby!!!! Those of you who know them know what they have gone through and why this news is extra exciting. I selfishly want them to have a little girl so Summer has a little pal but either way we are SOOOOOO elated! I have been wanting to post something about this but wanted to wait until they put it on their own Blog. Congratulations guys!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-8371271504413767623?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8371271504413767623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=8371271504413767623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8371271504413767623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8371271504413767623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Si6ul_NZp_I/AAAAAAAABTM/R079tv0G-sY/s72-c/mike+and+mel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-1152433023424597755</id><published>2009-06-01T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:58:31.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st. george'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><title type='text'>Spring Break for Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SiSu1j_DdnI/AAAAAAAABSc/qa3r6qIp-RE/s1600-h/may+2009+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SiSu1j_DdnI/AAAAAAAABSc/qa3r6qIp-RE/s200/may+2009+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342587293184259698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charity and I got to sneak away for a fun weekend together in sunny St. George. We are both in love with the sunny city and are always plotting how we are going to move there together some day. With or without Mike and Troy. Just kidding. Although we actually did propose the idea once. It wasn't received very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check list for St. George:&lt;br /&gt;1.Sunshine-CHECK&lt;br /&gt;2. Shopping-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SiSvmnqAvsI/AAAAAAAABS8/cCQr1yYfH5c/s1600-h/may+2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SiSvmnqAvsI/AAAAAAAABS8/cCQr1yYfH5c/s200/may+2009+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342588135983333058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHECK and CHECK and CHECK....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. Yummy food-CHECK&lt;br /&gt;4. Get mistaken as part of a youth group while doing baptisms at the Temple-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SiSxCYumZwI/AAAAAAAABTE/o68TN36C5K8/s1600-h/may+2009+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SiSxCYumZwI/AAAAAAAABTE/o68TN36C5K8/s200/may+2009+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342589712524011266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;5. Meet up with old friends-CHECK&lt;br /&gt;6. Early morning walk-CHECK&lt;br /&gt;7. Gymnastics on the front lawn-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SiSvXXq-uEI/AAAAAAAABS0/yz1ugO5khzE/s1600-h/may+2009+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SiSvXXq-uEI/AAAAAAAABS0/yz1ugO5khzE/s200/may+2009+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342587873994389570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK&lt;/div&gt;8. Pose for goofy pictures-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SiSu_5iZCSI/AAAAAAAABSk/FzNLi10e7wk/s1600-h/may+2009+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SiSu_5iZCSI/AAAAAAAABSk/FzNLi10e7wk/s200/may+2009+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342587470768310562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHECK&lt;br /&gt;(We are mimicking the poses her daughter Oakley always makes in pictures.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;9. Stay up late talking-CHECK&lt;br /&gt;10.Skinny dipping-Not this trip. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story:When I lived in St. George I had a friend, Bart, who lived in the same apartment complex. Occasionally he would have BBQ's at his mom's vacation home. Years later when I became friends with Charity we put it together that Bart was her Uncle. (I know it is confusing. He is much younger than his siblings and she is the oldest in her family so they are a year apart.) Anyway, the place I stayed this weekend was the SAME place I used to hang out over 10 years ago!!! I am going to have to find some of the old pics. It was funny how familiar the place was and how much I remembered  it. I still keep in touch with Bart but I never thought his niece would end up being one of my best friends! Small world. Come to think of it, I think I probably did gymnastics on the lawn back then too. My how I have matured. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-1152433023424597755?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1152433023424597755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=1152433023424597755&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/1152433023424597755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/1152433023424597755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/06/spring-break-for-mommy.html' title='Spring Break for Mommy'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SiSu1j_DdnI/AAAAAAAABSc/qa3r6qIp-RE/s72-c/may+2009+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-1685243652865080372</id><published>2009-05-27T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:31:14.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oakley'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sh2g6ixuFiI/AAAAAAAABSM/ftQP-h7q0o4/s1600-h/may+2009+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sh2g6ixuFiI/AAAAAAAABSM/ftQP-h7q0o4/s400/may+2009+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340601660759479842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came across this picture of my favorite girls and had to post it. Ever since I found out I was having a girl Oakley has been so excited. It is a lot more fun to come to our house now that she has a girl with whom she can play. It has been so much raising our kids together and it will be fun to see their friendship develop.&lt;br /&gt;Charity and I were joking the other day that ond day our girls will look back on these giant flowers with the same disgust our generation now associates with the "mo-bows". Oh well. For now they are too cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-1685243652865080372?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1685243652865080372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=1685243652865080372&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/1685243652865080372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/1685243652865080372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-favorite-girls.html' title='My Favorite Girls'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sh2g6ixuFiI/AAAAAAAABSM/ftQP-h7q0o4/s72-c/may+2009+039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-8961873130051350035</id><published>2009-05-26T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:29:42.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorial day'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What a busy and fun weekend we enjoyed. By Monday we were FINALLY all feeling well. Mike and the kiddos began the day bright and early with breakfast with Mike's parent's ward. I opted to stay home and sleep a few rare but much needed hours and it was fabulous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/ShxKnqfkWuI/AAAAAAAABR0/vSKMrr1ZLK4/s1600-h/may+2009+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/ShxKnqfkWuI/AAAAAAAABR0/vSKMrr1ZLK4/s320/may+2009+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340225303436614370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We then headed over to Mike's aunt and uncle's house for some fun swimming in their pool. They put in a sweet water slide a couple of years ago and it is fast and furious to say the least. Summy loved playing in the water and Tracy pretended he was her "safe guard". AKA: life guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/ShxKthlCd5I/AAAAAAAABR8/dSMJgqFSEDE/s1600-h/may+2009+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/ShxKthlCd5I/AAAAAAAABR8/dSMJgqFSEDE/s320/may+2009+057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340225404122855314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Everett found some dinosaur toys and was in heaven. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Once we had had enough water and sun for the day we went to Mike's parent's house for a BBQ and some hot-tubbin. Everett and Deacon took turns on Grandpa's Thomas the train and they are both so little they got to ride together. Very manly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/ShxK0rjsNmI/AAAAAAAABSE/b2tAEPE7hTY/s1600-h/may+2009+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/ShxK0rjsNmI/AAAAAAAABSE/b2tAEPE7hTY/s320/may+2009+062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340225527060641378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I found a cute cake idea which I thought was perfect for Memorial Day and it turned out pretty cute. The kids were fascinated by the little ants, hot dogs and hamburgers which were actually quite simple to create. But, the longer my kids think I am magic the longer I have the upper hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/ShxKbRMZ2XI/AAAAAAAABRs/Cc_lOmuH7mI/s1600-h/may+2009+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/ShxKbRMZ2XI/AAAAAAAABRs/Cc_lOmuH7mI/s320/may+2009+054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340225090486917490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I know we look forward to Memorial Day as a day off work and the unofficial start of Summer, but I hope you all took a few moments to think about why we celebrate. So many brave men and women have fought for us to live in this great nation where we can believe what we want, earn an education and live freely. They go through hell to make it safe for our children to go to bed at night. I am incredibly grateful to live in this beautiful country. As much as I love to see the world and travel I will always be happy and proud to call the good old USA my home. We are so blessed and I thank all of those who have fought and continue to fight for my freedom to live here and raise my family in freedom. GOD BLESS THE USA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-8961873130051350035?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8961873130051350035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=8961873130051350035&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8961873130051350035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/8961873130051350035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/ShxKnqfkWuI/AAAAAAAABR0/vSKMrr1ZLK4/s72-c/may+2009+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-2234905519482868798</id><published>2009-05-24T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T08:47:11.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>Fathers and Sons Campout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/ShlogFcloZI/AAAAAAAAB2A/UKI8c6ogstA/s1600-h/IMG_3264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/ShlogFcloZI/AAAAAAAAB2A/UKI8c6ogstA/s400/IMG_3264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339413733651620242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/Shlnn1wgUaI/AAAAAAAAB1w/Jeu56LYyLBg/s1600-h/IMG_3250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/Shlnn1wgUaI/AAAAAAAAB1w/Jeu56LYyLBg/s200/IMG_3250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339412767367516578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/Shlm__RkpgI/AAAAAAAAB1o/QhpV3JQWWsA/s1600-h/IMG_3248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/Shlm__RkpgI/AAAAAAAAB1o/QhpV3JQWWsA/s200/IMG_3248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339412082727364098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night Troy called and said that his ward had a fathers and sons campout on Friday, and wanted to see if we could go.  After talking with Leesa, we decided I'd take the boys with Troy and Deacon.  The Kids Had a great time getting dirty, throwing things in the fire, and playing with the other kids.  Troy and I forgot to get plates, or utinsels for that matter, so here's some pictures of Everett and Deacon using their "Plastic Bag Plate", Troy Eating some Ketchup. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/ShloQhZnbqI/AAAAAAAAB14/5s_FLMSkg9Y/s1600-h/IMG_3263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/ShloQhZnbqI/AAAAAAAAB14/5s_FLMSkg9Y/s400/IMG_3263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339413466277441186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everett even got a&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;glipse of Sasquatch, but it turned out to just be Tracy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/Shlr7USxpQI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/oTdfnhWbVhE/s1600-h/IMG_3302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/Shlr7USxpQI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/oTdfnhWbVhE/s400/IMG_3302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339417500028347650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-2234905519482868798?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2234905519482868798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=2234905519482868798&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/2234905519482868798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/2234905519482868798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/05/fathers-and-sons-campout.html' title='Fathers and Sons Campout'/><author><name>Mike Bollinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/SDL4z6b3eRI/AAAAAAAAAzc/-A5SCDukID4/S220/EvilCalvinHobbesTrans.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOCsWhRtId8/ShlogFcloZI/AAAAAAAAB2A/UKI8c6ogstA/s72-c/IMG_3264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-6130298657775135356</id><published>2009-05-22T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:06:39.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids sayings'/><title type='text'>A Mother's True Calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other day Tracy discussed occupations at school. As we were driving we discussed different careers people have and what they do at these jobs. We talked about what Daddy does and what firemen do etc. I then asked Trace what Mommies do and this was his response:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLAN MY BIRTHDAY PARTIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was expecting cooking, cleaning, playing, teaching, hugging, ANYTHING other than that. At least he appreciates all the work that goes into planning his birthdays.  I think it is pretty funny that my son thinks my purpose in life is planning parties. I have to admit it is one of my favorite things about being a mom. I love a good themed party. Especially if it involves dressing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-6130298657775135356?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6130298657775135356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=6130298657775135356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6130298657775135356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6130298657775135356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-true-calling.html' title='A Mother&apos;s True Calling'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-625833421569180914</id><published>2009-05-19T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:03:42.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='`zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='granparents'/><title type='text'>ZOO-RRIFIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/ShNHgHasGhI/AAAAAAAABRk/OecM6KgWOZU/s1600-h/Everett,+Kelley+%26+Tracy+on+the+carousel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/ShNHgHasGhI/AAAAAAAABRk/OecM6KgWOZU/s320/Everett,+Kelley+%26+Tracy+on+the+carousel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337688600436546066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday our kids were lucky enough to go to the zoo with Grandma and Grandpa Bollinger. They could not stop talking about how much fun they had for the rest of the day. I had a good time too. It was a nice break to go to the store and the gym without kids. It is amazing how much quicker I get in and out of the car when I am alone. Everett apparently didn't want to sit in the stroller and walked the WHOLE TIME! Let's just say he had a VERY GOOD nap that afternoon. That is a lot of ground to cover on two little legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/ShNHLnatbsI/AAAAAAAABRc/jgkDavtkCuA/s1600-h/Tracy+the+turtle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/ShNHLnatbsI/AAAAAAAABRc/jgkDavtkCuA/s320/Tracy+the+turtle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337688248249315010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TURTLE POWER TRACY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/ShNG4NhfalI/AAAAAAAABRU/t8L_QNXazCk/s1600-h/Everett+climbing+on+ropes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/ShNG4NhfalI/AAAAAAAABRU/t8L_QNXazCk/s320/Everett+climbing+on+ropes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337687914880920146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EV REALLY IS SPIDER MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again Gamma and Pappa!&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/4517212557038293852-625833421569180914?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/625833421569180914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=625833421569180914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/625833421569180914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/625833421569180914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/05/zoo-rrific.html' title='ZOO-RRIFIC'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/ShNHgHasGhI/AAAAAAAABRk/OecM6KgWOZU/s72-c/Everett,+Kelley+%26+Tracy+on+the+carousel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-6319177806233038493</id><published>2009-05-17T00:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:35:42.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tracy'/><title type='text'>Dino-Mite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sg-9fHf2hkI/AAAAAAAABRM/Zkk4lFIF4Wo/s1600-h/april+and+may+2009+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sg-9fHf2hkI/AAAAAAAABRM/Zkk4lFIF4Wo/s320/april+and+may+2009+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336692425743566402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I love watching my kid's personalities develop and watching them grow and mature. A couple of years ago Tracy was so annoyed at the thought of participating in a school program. This week he had his spring preschool program and did a fantastic job! He is so animated and dramatic. I often tell Mike I can picture Trace in musicals because he hates sports but loves to sing and dance. His dancing was not always on the beat but as his mother his performance was PERFECT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sg-9D_57MSI/AAAAAAAABQ8/_UGJPfxafls/s1600-h/april+and+may+2009+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sg-9D_57MSI/AAAAAAAABQ8/_UGJPfxafls/s320/april+and+may+2009+047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336691959848972578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;My favorite part was when he stood up to say his favorite dinosaur. That and his partner dance with cute little Sophie Bella to "Dinosaur Rock". I cannot believe he will be in kindergarten next year. Wow, how time flies! I am so proud of my little dino guy and all he has learned and how much he has grown. I apologize for the blurry photos. Everett was sitting on my lap. When I say sitting I really mean trying to run up and talk to Tracy, play with the toys or grab the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-6319177806233038493?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6319177806233038493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=6319177806233038493&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6319177806233038493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/6319177806233038493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/05/dino-mite.html' title='Dino-Mite!'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sg-9fHf2hkI/AAAAAAAABRM/Zkk4lFIF4Wo/s72-c/april+and+may+2009+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-5579585057221633740</id><published>2009-05-12T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:00:58.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race'/><title type='text'>Race for the Cure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SgnJTz68UuI/AAAAAAAABQk/E8RtjsHre28/s1600-h/april+and+may+2009+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SgnJTz68UuI/AAAAAAAABQk/E8RtjsHre28/s400/april+and+may+2009+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335016575789191906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A FAMILY AFFAIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It was another fun year at the Race for the Cure, or as my brother-in-law mistakingly called it, "the hooray for boobies race". That's another story. I really wanted the whole family to participate and I am glad it worked out. The kids enjoyed being pushed around and it is the FIRST TIME I have gotten Mike to go running with me. Unfortunately we got to the starting line late and hit a huge wall of people. We zigzagged through as many people as we could, but with a double jogging stroller it was impossible. We were forced to walk most of it but still had a wonderful time. I love that the race takes place before Mother's Day because I feel like it is a small way for me to celebrate with my Mother. I am incredibly elated by all the pink "survivor" shirts and hopeful for the future. I am saddened to see all the "In memory of" signs but it is overshadowed with a feeling of comraderie. So many people have been touched my this often fatal illness and are pulling together for the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SgnJGoFV8nI/AAAAAAAABQc/HB7uPJ8rWjA/s1600-h/april+and+may+2009+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SgnJGoFV8nI/AAAAAAAABQc/HB7uPJ8rWjA/s400/april+and+may+2009+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335016349273289330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;VAL AND ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thank you for all of you who joined my team, donated to my team, ran the race or just wished me good luck. Team "Busting Butts for Busts" would not have been a success without you. I really wanted to have a potluck lunch after the race but we are all getting over the flu and I didn't think it would be a good way to thank you by getting you all sick. Next year I will make up for it. I want to personally thank: Mike and my little ones, Val, Jody, Kriste, Jody, Dana, Amy, Kelley, Ted, Mindy, Lizy, Rachel, Cory, Doyle, Sari and any of you who donated or ran with other teams. If I am a jerk and left you out please tell me so I can recognize you too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANKYOU!&lt;/span&gt; I appreciate the support and hope to see you all next year. If you have any good ideas for a team name please pass them on. I kind of like Bubbas "hooray for boobies" slip. Hee hee hee. He is getting married in a few months and has one thing on his mind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-5579585057221633740?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5579585057221633740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=5579585057221633740&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/5579585057221633740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/5579585057221633740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/05/race-for-cure.html' title='Race for the Cure'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SgnJTz68UuI/AAAAAAAABQk/E8RtjsHre28/s72-c/april+and+may+2009+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-9088633994978817158</id><published>2009-05-12T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:45:29.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mike and mel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U of U'/><title type='text'>Congrats to Mike- again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SgnDWHOEgJI/AAAAAAAABQU/7tMO4eCOkig/s1600-h/april+and+may+2009+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SgnDWHOEgJI/AAAAAAAABQU/7tMO4eCOkig/s400/april+and+may+2009+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335010018259665042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I have to send out a "HOLLA" to my "little" brother Mike for graduating with his Masters of Accounting last Friday. He has worked so hard to get where he is and deserves all of the exciting things that are happening for him this year. ;) He is starting law school at the good old U of U this fall. We are soooooo very happy he and Melody get to stay in Utah for at least three more years. He survived endless years of torment, me grilling every girl that called him, atomic wedgies at my hands and I am so proud of him. I like to think all the torture made him the strong person he is today. Ha ha ha. He may have 7 inches and 60+ pounds on me but I think I can still throw it down. Never mess with a big sista. Congratulations Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-9088633994978817158?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/9088633994978817158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=9088633994978817158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/9088633994978817158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/9088633994978817158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/05/congrats-to-mike-again.html' title='Congrats to Mike- again!'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SgnDWHOEgJI/AAAAAAAABQU/7tMO4eCOkig/s72-c/april+and+may+2009+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-2762606203575008529</id><published>2009-05-10T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:09:48.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everett'/><title type='text'>The truth about Spiderman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SgexWCvI6MI/AAAAAAAABQM/5HqiXz8fHyo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SgexWCvI6MI/AAAAAAAABQM/5HqiXz8fHyo/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334427275893467330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Scene: Everett's nursery class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;The topic: We are all children of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Nursery Leader: "Everett are you a child of God?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Everett: "No I am Spiderman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So, there you have it. The true identity of the beloved hero is none other than Everett Bollinger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; You may all rest assured he's got your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-2762606203575008529?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2762606203575008529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=2762606203575008529&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/2762606203575008529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/2762606203575008529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/05/truth-about-spiderman.html' title='The truth about Spiderman'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SgexWCvI6MI/AAAAAAAABQM/5HqiXz8fHyo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-7766968028512226001</id><published>2009-04-30T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:16:40.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everett'/><title type='text'>Sleepless in Midvale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sfo9KTZoREI/AAAAAAAABQE/ZCNjBJCp06E/s1600-h/january+2009+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sfo9KTZoREI/AAAAAAAABQE/ZCNjBJCp06E/s400/january+2009+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330640356162159682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was really hoping that I would be the only member of our family with sleep issues, but lately Everett has been waking up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MULTIPLE TIMES&lt;/span&gt; during the night &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCREAMING!&lt;/span&gt; At first I thought maybe he was just having a bad dream from watching Batman cartoons or something, but after a week I realized something was wrong. I talked to our Pediatrician and sure enough Ev has night terrors. I told the Doc we don't let him watch very scary things but he said it usually doesn't even have to do with that. Apparently it has more to do with a common underlying anxiety about abandonment or something. He also said it may last for a few more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEARS!&lt;/span&gt;I feel so bad for him. He just screams and doesn't know what is going on. I usually have to wake him and then rub his back till he falls asleep and wakes up an hour later. Poor little dude. Between his night terrors and Summy teething I have had plenty of company during those wee hours of the night/morning. Whether I want the company or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-7766968028512226001?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7766968028512226001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=7766968028512226001&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/7766968028512226001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/7766968028512226001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleepless-in-midvale.html' title='Sleepless in Midvale'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/Sfo9KTZoREI/AAAAAAAABQE/ZCNjBJCp06E/s72-c/january+2009+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-2915180729881817784</id><published>2009-04-27T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:27:07.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiffany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubba'/><title type='text'>It's official!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SfYF5co8o5I/AAAAAAAABP8/7ukV4wuvX6w/s1600-h/n721900175_1364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SfYF5co8o5I/AAAAAAAABP8/7ukV4wuvX6w/s400/n721900175_1364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329453693538182034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mike's younger brother, Bubba, officially proposed to Tiffany on Saturday night in rope lights up at Deer Valley. We are so thrilled! She is darling and will be a perfect fit to the Bollinger clan. She may be a bit too normal though. Ha ha. We absolutely adore her and our kids cannot wait to have her as their newest Auntie. Congratulations you two. We are counting down the days till August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517212557038293852-2915180729881817784?l=mikeandleesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2915180729881817784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4517212557038293852&amp;postID=2915180729881817784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/2915180729881817784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517212557038293852/posts/default/2915180729881817784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeandleesa.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official!!!'/><author><name>The Bollinger Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484078564841864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/TTUjwt9iOwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/kMy18AYV4MQ/S220/Christmas%2Band%2Bwinter%2B2010%2B117%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SfYF5co8o5I/AAAAAAAABP8/7ukV4wuvX6w/s72-c/n721900175_1364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517212557038293852.post-2482554767259176320</id><published>2009-04-18T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:06:29.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Well, after having to reinstall Picassa and reload my pictures, I have FINALLY gotten around to posting our Easter festivities. The Easter Bunny made a surprise visit at Grandma and Grandpa Bollinger's on Friday where the boys enjoyed an awesome Easter egg hunt. I don't have any pictures unfortunately.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SepF90HO4gI/AAAAAAAABOE/AYozqiVxvSA/s1600-h/april+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SepF90HO4gI/AAAAAAAABOE/AYozqiVxvSA/s200/april+2009+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326146437582348802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter morning we awoke to baskets of goodies and books about Jesus. Summer was so pleased with herself and the mess she made in her pink Easter grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SepGT4h1ndI/AAAAAAAABOM/uAdozRuRfLw/s1600-h/april+2009+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SepGT4h1ndI/AAAAAAAABOM/uAdozRuRfLw/s200/april+2009+044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326146816724803026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everett saw candy and shoved at least 7 or 8 gummy bunnies in his mouth. They were literally bursting from his cheeks!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SepG0rvagAI/AAAAAAAABOU/nW-Kv8XNi5g/s1600-h/april+2009+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SepG0rvagAI/AAAAAAAABOU/nW-Kv8XNi5g/s200/april+2009+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326147380227768322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy could not wait to play Guitar Hero Aerosmith and looked pretty handsome in his bunny ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SepHafK-6zI/AAAAAAAABOc/FUL_g7t6e4k/s1600-h/april+2009+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SepHafK-6zI/AAAAAAAABOc/FUL_g7t6e4k/s200/april+2009+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326148029688769330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SepHkkujrmI/AAAAAAAABOk/tFf7tanZjas/s1600-h/april+2009+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SepHkkujrmI/AAAAAAAABOk/tFf7tanZjas/s200/april+2009+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326148202978848354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we managed to get out the door and on time to church at 9:00, but not before we were given a fashion show by Everett. He found some of Summy's glasses and went all Blue Steel on us.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SepMvbgoSYI/AAAAAAAABPc/8MVP9-mRc2E/s1600-h/april+2009+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SepMvbgoSYI/AAAAAAAABPc/8MVP9-mRc2E/s320/april+2009+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326153887041210754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SepMpr3ak3I/AAAAAAAABPU/78Oz9qfDb_I/s1600-h/april+2009+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SepMpr3ak3I/AAAAAAAABPU/78Oz9qfDb_I/s320/april+2009+049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326153788352533362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SepM1bOJnWI/AAAAAAAABPk/h0A62vrcai8/s1600-h/april+2009+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKr6dckw4EQ/SepM1bOJnWI/AAAAAAAABPk/h0A62vrcai8/s320/april+2009+055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326153990042918242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church we spend about half an hour trying to get all three kiddos looking happy and in the same direction in their Easter ensembles. We finally gave up and decided we would photo shop them later on.&lt;br /&gt;After naptime we had a LARGE celebration at our house and I was so caught up in the preparations I forgot to take pictures. We were able to celebrate with Mike's family (including Bubba's new girlfriend, Tiffany who we absolutely LOVE), my brother and Melody, Naomi and Jeff, and the Burtons who are all basically family. We are so blessed to be surrounded by these wonderful people in our lives. I wish I had snapped some sweet pics of us playing Guitar Hero. Mike and Troy killed it. Charity, Oakley and I were a pretty radical trio if I don't say. Well, we had a good time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;We have had a few opportunities to discuss death and the resurrection this year which set the perfect stage for Easter. I am so impressed with the children of this generation. They are so receptive and they understand things I still don't completely understand. Tracy has such faith in his Savior and whenever we talk about someone who has died, he says, "so now they are in the spirit world waiting to be resurrected." I think when I was four I could point out Jesus but I know I didn't have a grasp on the plan of salvation. I am so grateful to be blessed with three wonderful children and to have the opportunity to teach them as well as learn FROM them. As I said, they
