tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81623739062107049332024-03-14T01:38:59.430-07:00House At Pooh Cornerconradclanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353329659163564345noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162373906210704933.post-48420587852668292972011-01-14T06:31:00.000-08:002011-01-15T13:07:54.082-08:00"I CRY THE DAY I TAKE THE TREE DOWN"Highlights from the year:<br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxv7b51-MLzpBdFKZnX1T38N-lgDqRcZtq_XWJIlDW616FNy1-aoLEAx5ffCc_f3vvjoVMZt9Y5YKehyphenhyphen9o8RWc_gxfhEmq6w9G1WQ7vl4RgFXcfmMoHm5oWhlWp2ahyphenhyphen7uuvw0e2LaLQNTN/s1600/HPIM2151.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562089039077929810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxv7b51-MLzpBdFKZnX1T38N-lgDqRcZtq_XWJIlDW616FNy1-aoLEAx5ffCc_f3vvjoVMZt9Y5YKehyphenhyphen9o8RWc_gxfhEmq6w9G1WQ7vl4RgFXcfmMoHm5oWhlWp2ahyphenhyphen7uuvw0e2LaLQNTN/s200/HPIM2151.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTeUT-2PfC-UUvc-vdMeYv6bMtFm7_jX_qWkutnBiPoupUsfBFtDLR-epYbrwTjT0SjB2XFvniilzDOIKo0WHI1TGjv85E7bPMoSmHxV-JzTSwPBpPc15XU131hiHP6KDiEEoAFCASoKMc/s1600/HPIM2152.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562089321202269714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTeUT-2PfC-UUvc-vdMeYv6bMtFm7_jX_qWkutnBiPoupUsfBFtDLR-epYbrwTjT0SjB2XFvniilzDOIKo0WHI1TGjv85E7bPMoSmHxV-JzTSwPBpPc15XU131hiHP6KDiEEoAFCASoKMc/s200/HPIM2152.JPG" /></a><br />Reese got baptized in August with his best friend Simeon. It was a day to remember.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIrqLZae9gOGFz4bYjS7FNh86unYdlhwDISFOSs08u13vyTEKlB9wcv8r3pdR96mUn9jf8WsocoRrMbTxcgOeEDJfoX-lQIGb-K7NUQhu3ZkybmgtqzMNEvte1IdntnS1hTyYVaH_lj0Rc/s1600/HPIM2111.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562088733976385522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIrqLZae9gOGFz4bYjS7FNh86unYdlhwDISFOSs08u13vyTEKlB9wcv8r3pdR96mUn9jf8WsocoRrMbTxcgOeEDJfoX-lQIGb-K7NUQhu3ZkybmgtqzMNEvte1IdntnS1hTyYVaH_lj0Rc/s200/HPIM2111.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Our annual school-is-out hike up <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Battlecreek</span> Canyon.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZQOr8yyfgOePybMRS4k3OyDd1mbCtrl5sHJJVI5CjCjofjcmk6kQqXdGpCaNYuUP2WnRi_oNkzOHRnsGotfAWBLqHO2PFx8V0FlTI89MMlEPMgtnLJipc_nvEfYBvJ7e5DFX1kEcIGML/s1600/HPIM2240.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562088330465620034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZQOr8yyfgOePybMRS4k3OyDd1mbCtrl5sHJJVI5CjCjofjcmk6kQqXdGpCaNYuUP2WnRi_oNkzOHRnsGotfAWBLqHO2PFx8V0FlTI89MMlEPMgtnLJipc_nvEfYBvJ7e5DFX1kEcIGML/s200/HPIM2240.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Megan and Sage fill their days with dress-up and fighting.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiquzDvP-hBf09Nb-Q4T38PgHvtR-2CC2hSlCx4aMVDRF3FRwxZk1qZus33EHSrFVj0xQbrNEqOKk7ckW9CysrC-d2851RARVoOOQSJZb2Tgttts5T5OgKw5rwj11qPJ8M6ihNE4PE6lQwy/s1600/HPIM2219.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562088141930542146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiquzDvP-hBf09Nb-Q4T38PgHvtR-2CC2hSlCx4aMVDRF3FRwxZk1qZus33EHSrFVj0xQbrNEqOKk7ckW9CysrC-d2851RARVoOOQSJZb2Tgttts5T5OgKw5rwj11qPJ8M6ihNE4PE6lQwy/s200/HPIM2219.JPG" /></a><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hogle</span> Zoo with cousins.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXWM2L6fSIXjw1rxm6s4FVa9z11zp6WLsXzjG02B1V74Pn5AR3TgAGBjD-nejH0x6_kysRE9rnUwoNhvRaMUUMuH6PLXHiXtvHLHU-cfFuU9JuaEdNOZYqIv-OAsUrZGQufWEEmmHsC4S/s1600/HPIM2239.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562087885736089250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXWM2L6fSIXjw1rxm6s4FVa9z11zp6WLsXzjG02B1V74Pn5AR3TgAGBjD-nejH0x6_kysRE9rnUwoNhvRaMUUMuH6PLXHiXtvHLHU-cfFuU9JuaEdNOZYqIv-OAsUrZGQufWEEmmHsC4S/s200/HPIM2239.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Chad and Reese after attending <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">BYU</span> football tailgate party and game<br /><div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562084340708942770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlJLOydYjnaoVGyz8Wq0-YcdbI7t2uAVEq3oz3m_m4F38hTJj1W1VDxn1ZOU5ctTK66RXzoCqJI8pRl-ffmsaPQpM4lyUODBlNgBVVSVQ7n88zZ1hMB25bYcUm_plWJlfeK-_H8iSRZNhL/s200/HPIM2243.JPG" /> Annual Thanksgiving Rock Hike<br /><br /><div><div></div><br /><div>I really don't cry except for the fact that now it just means facing winter with out any magic until spring. Christmas gives meaning and joy to cold, ice and snow. When it is over it is hard to tolerate it all. We have had a wonderful year full of change and challenge. I don't think that change can come without challenges, but interestingly because of the growth we have experienced, none of it has been negative.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj-W3-MjVGt5j-BZmhac_wR7T7e8v0tb6yyI0ZwUDwMBP84j2acxze_xo1U21I-kmdnembCVP6wL9fCOX53zsmehu8YG6I59JhcKTYfZk8iNrkhGMp_FJdCS-c3GWfWZPCQqHjOX9wIyQX/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562089820472636066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj-W3-MjVGt5j-BZmhac_wR7T7e8v0tb6yyI0ZwUDwMBP84j2acxze_xo1U21I-kmdnembCVP6wL9fCOX53zsmehu8YG6I59JhcKTYfZk8iNrkhGMp_FJdCS-c3GWfWZPCQqHjOX9wIyQX/s200/010.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Grandpa Conrad with Lacy<br /><br /><div>Chad and his family celebrated the anniversary of his mother's death by going to the temple and serving there in honor of what she loved to do when she could. His dad also spent it reading their life history. He is doing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">remarkebly</span> well <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">inspite</span> of her death and his diagnosis with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Parkinson's</span> disease.<br /></div><br /><div>August brought us one of the big changes for our family. Lacy <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ottine</span> was born and has been such a delightful addition to our home. She is always smiling and has been since she was two days old. Her eyes radiate so much joy and also an invitation to join her in her joy of life. We are so grateful to have her. </div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562086791995822642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpHg273EyoSELzi6eEkiR8T2PaMf3OXGfAMpBaNASs06ndUO54uD32hPr2SB-W3Cm5KCWsxIQBQxaVqB8GRL6KpI99KliIU4RFoV1xnGAjbqPLotHQJEuIsqeKAVVSXZxF2eOA27fLhEmO/s200/062.JPG" /><br />Again we feel like God has truly blessed us. We are grateful for his kindness.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>conradclanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353329659163564345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162373906210704933.post-57000566254590843852010-05-02T12:52:00.000-07:002010-05-02T13:54:52.310-07:00April Showers Bring May Showers<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAunih8Fji-CrWSOhcNqCZjA92cvvNqL7WgcfVUhPLjgnpAr0lQDBLHmaMWP3uZqp-NQpA5NXj-sRDSG3tdWl5fXCYu_NkGvuwlQAgv5ptGinJlvdGcR9bL5v6XmOunUQJUK2XFWWq3Fwj/s1600/HPIM2049.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466776065882884322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAunih8Fji-CrWSOhcNqCZjA92cvvNqL7WgcfVUhPLjgnpAr0lQDBLHmaMWP3uZqp-NQpA5NXj-sRDSG3tdWl5fXCYu_NkGvuwlQAgv5ptGinJlvdGcR9bL5v6XmOunUQJUK2XFWWq3Fwj/s200/HPIM2049.JPG" /></a> <img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466775904687501106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYu8gQkktcnKT2hx2aZbSa1UONTvPpq08JnPUwgpNgKM9O7giMzHKMbNtmWB1fYj7AfUPC40TnyjhzIocWFyEtGHjWcG09Y8Vxg_Ywli2A75PAN0f27uKdjhMvvSVMnr7eG_Rnmmky5_HY/s200/HPIM2043.JPG" /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioKIF_Wz01II0TzDnIorSUEMt2F6maKHoqwWmDDGluht6w9eljSmOQOrkiLiy0_GHV7hYWfuPRB8g5wQK7dkAy3L75-f5GQYY_kC_vhr2lwQvdNsMgQamGH-cn_aQBvTz6QUw52k_Mg5cQ/s1600/HPIM2041.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466775678982227986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioKIF_Wz01II0TzDnIorSUEMt2F6maKHoqwWmDDGluht6w9eljSmOQOrkiLiy0_GHV7hYWfuPRB8g5wQK7dkAy3L75-f5GQYY_kC_vhr2lwQvdNsMgQamGH-cn_aQBvTz6QUw52k_Mg5cQ/s200/HPIM2041.JPG" /></a></div><div align="left"><br />Utah weather drives me crazy. March is usually warmer than April and May in which we resume back to February weather. Despite it all, we had a fun April with a great spring break and good news for our family.</div><div align="left"><br />First the good news! We found out that we are expecting girl number five. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Koby</span> was the only person in the family that guessed right and was rewarded with a King Kong Cone which is about a foot of ice cream on a cone. When I asked the two boys how they felt about another girl the said, "It's cool! We like our girls." We will see how they feel when they are all teenagers together. The baby's middle name will be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ottine</span> after my great grandmother and so we are searching for girls names to match.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">For spring break we went and stayed in Park City spending some of the time in Salt Lake City. Some of the activities included Temple Square, the Conference Center, State Capital, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Antalope</span> Island, Liberty Park, Park City Museum with some cool cowboys, and lots of swimming in the hotel pool and hot tub. We had a blast.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Chad and I feel <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">extremely</span> blessed to have such a great and overwhelming family. We hope this baby is ready for what she is about to jump into. The Lord has been great to us.</div><br /><div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXV489XkEXyRwrzFBqfTkqc4V62GlUttbQBYtXlFChsvaj4L4m1UEEy_I4sn4P5jOsRVzCzGeUcri-9FQdCAWrIjyn06agF5JzEfKqdV-7Rkm_9XUap3EKOeJFMvS8vIUFiIqKXWAl5dE/s1600/HPIM2051.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466766031044471218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXV489XkEXyRwrzFBqfTkqc4V62GlUttbQBYtXlFChsvaj4L4m1UEEy_I4sn4P5jOsRVzCzGeUcri-9FQdCAWrIjyn06agF5JzEfKqdV-7Rkm_9XUap3EKOeJFMvS8vIUFiIqKXWAl5dE/s200/HPIM2051.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0B_mFyxfsD56yUihvw7jl_TS6UPXLiuEopk8nH1oPiYQzj9otL6RAspy60hTy1R08meuKrcVEM1g5wchSTvx0bu2SqzMIYTwdV3djH0C4tyRe3CCNlhDFzTMhP5S9S6WiwolPI4Apov4B/s1600/HPIM2050.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466766370648607826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0B_mFyxfsD56yUihvw7jl_TS6UPXLiuEopk8nH1oPiYQzj9otL6RAspy60hTy1R08meuKrcVEM1g5wchSTvx0bu2SqzMIYTwdV3djH0C4tyRe3CCNlhDFzTMhP5S9S6WiwolPI4Apov4B/s200/HPIM2050.JPG" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmvA1xcpWwMY-b1efxvr9rjeQmBE6mQi2UsDRSXvBEUn37mlpBDHslWsIOzLKMB7AVYItAlaVpWaDT1drSM65BMpcl6RQHq9gcF1voDpoJ_vyDIwFRMQVEkRE60Y8uHHRVmHb3ZBJI4gqO/s1600/HPIM2042.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466773688033911394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmvA1xcpWwMY-b1efxvr9rjeQmBE6mQi2UsDRSXvBEUn37mlpBDHslWsIOzLKMB7AVYItAlaVpWaDT1drSM65BMpcl6RQHq9gcF1voDpoJ_vyDIwFRMQVEkRE60Y8uHHRVmHb3ZBJI4gqO/s200/HPIM2042.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXV489XkEXyRwrzFBqfTkqc4V62GlUttbQBYtXlFChsvaj4L4m1UEEy_I4sn4P5jOsRVzCzGeUcri-9FQdCAWrIjyn06agF5JzEfKqdV-7Rkm_9XUap3EKOeJFMvS8vIUFiIqKXWAl5dE/s1600/HPIM2051.JPG"></a> </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0B_mFyxfsD56yUihvw7jl_TS6UPXLiuEopk8nH1oPiYQzj9otL6RAspy60hTy1R08meuKrcVEM1g5wchSTvx0bu2SqzMIYTwdV3djH0C4tyRe3CCNlhDFzTMhP5S9S6WiwolPI4Apov4B/s1600/HPIM2050.JPG"></a> </div><br /><div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0B_mFyxfsD56yUihvw7jl_TS6UPXLiuEopk8nH1oPiYQzj9otL6RAspy60hTy1R08meuKrcVEM1g5wchSTvx0bu2SqzMIYTwdV3djH0C4tyRe3CCNlhDFzTMhP5S9S6WiwolPI4Apov4B/s1600/HPIM2050.JPG"></a> </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXV489XkEXyRwrzFBqfTkqc4V62GlUttbQBYtXlFChsvaj4L4m1UEEy_I4sn4P5jOsRVzCzGeUcri-9FQdCAWrIjyn06agF5JzEfKqdV-7Rkm_9XUap3EKOeJFMvS8vIUFiIqKXWAl5dE/s1600/HPIM2051.JPG"></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0B_mFyxfsD56yUihvw7jl_TS6UPXLiuEopk8nH1oPiYQzj9otL6RAspy60hTy1R08meuKrcVEM1g5wchSTvx0bu2SqzMIYTwdV3djH0C4tyRe3CCNlhDFzTMhP5S9S6WiwolPI4Apov4B/s1600/HPIM2050.JPG"></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJMXyeDOOszeH2i9OTsdqUm_uIwRqsFmCabiDyIu2a0dt0Ot8A6Vsf8zu-GR_CK41pZ1DM9tRp2T8TMykB7rrUF3Gm0-sx07uOMjIyF0hpkfHoN5V5wKQQ00INn1BaQpAlfm35KETE_G_0/s1600/HPIM2043.JPG"></a>conradclanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353329659163564345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162373906210704933.post-502479364321314092010-01-20T19:02:00.000-08:002010-01-20T19:44:24.991-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzF-XON2kqkk0XB8uqPpLWRuWItW6jjWtqqt4tuCRk8TrLp2HBHAcfdE03RNHtGNzPpx16gF_I_ndw3CzfV1LFBOjI5LNUI08zULhuuykkTzzIzCNpcwcZmVSj-wLezs-vLJqENd5ePEgV/s1600-h/000_2042-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429033755291796402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzF-XON2kqkk0XB8uqPpLWRuWItW6jjWtqqt4tuCRk8TrLp2HBHAcfdE03RNHtGNzPpx16gF_I_ndw3CzfV1LFBOjI5LNUI08zULhuuykkTzzIzCNpcwcZmVSj-wLezs-vLJqENd5ePEgV/s200/000_2042-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">To every thing there is a season...a time to be born, and a time to die...(Ecclesiastes 3)<br /></span><br /></div><br /><div>Chads mom passed away January 7, 2010 due to liver failure and cancer. She was a remarkable person who never complained and was the ever <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">optimist</span>. We were with her when she died and I will never for get the power of the Spirit that was present in that room. If I could live my life to half of the degree that she did I would be blessed. I am blessed to have had her as a mother for 11 years and my children have been blessed tremendously to have her as their grandmother. I thank Heavenly Father for the eternal nature of families and even though we miss her much now, we await a glorious reunion with her some day. Thanks mom for the amazing legacy you have left us.<br /></div><div><div>Less than a week before she passed away, we found out that we were expecting baby #7, thus a time to be born. She was delighted to hear the news as were we. Perhaps she is training it what to expect of our crazy but amazing family. At the family viewing at her funeral, we all did the hokey <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pokey</span> in her honor. The funeral director said that is what started him crying. It was an amazing time of love and bonding for the Conrad family.<br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYVXC4Wv-mgPBP_IGIuprXzuz25KnPrAjUPJo1Kb0l3Nqz_h0pJT0CMV5LBek-_a9hAq1EsBiz6PbDkCuj_iQK2RXHGE1XCMs3KvUDNWOghgcoQRyDaHsOfLARe7K2j10fRE0kor80ftN/s1600-h/HPIM1888.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429025445915551618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYVXC4Wv-mgPBP_IGIuprXzuz25KnPrAjUPJo1Kb0l3Nqz_h0pJT0CMV5LBek-_a9hAq1EsBiz6PbDkCuj_iQK2RXHGE1XCMs3KvUDNWOghgcoQRyDaHsOfLARe7K2j10fRE0kor80ftN/s200/HPIM1888.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We had an amazing fall, with fun trick or treating. Sage, now 17 months, did not like her costume and so she didn't get her picture in it.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSOE_vpl1vgwZUWyv_XTNxfrha0yqFWxynuS-GUuzCv77uk1vS_soxjwi5qQdrBG3rZT15jRlkNVkKu1vivbzE-NFrjXijC2AL84gZLaw41hqaIzHcMbZSQ8lU6MLsS1zzbknxQaxn9bwe/s1600-h/000_2037.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJ7qgWYrMOFRxgemVVXI_FMnN6EH4iSCZUjnt_XbllhVumA1Is1aHGKG8ROMje84vXBaV9ZfmIPqHDq-jJ-odqkH_4wivWFX8I4Bv-_TxW2eqZsJ_hNw5Eb3fVQdYVAyqoYeVzU0-_14u/s1600-h/HPIM1900.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429033429335370226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJ7qgWYrMOFRxgemVVXI_FMnN6EH4iSCZUjnt_XbllhVumA1Is1aHGKG8ROMje84vXBaV9ZfmIPqHDq-jJ-odqkH_4wivWFX8I4Bv-_TxW2eqZsJ_hNw5Eb3fVQdYVAyqoYeVzU0-_14u/s200/HPIM1900.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>Mel, Rob and kids and Andrew and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lessa</span> joined us all for Thanksgiving this year. We had great food, a turkey bowl, Harding talent show and of coarse our annual hike to Thanksgiving Rock up Dry Canyon. It was a blast. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Believe</span> it or not, we even got a Harding family picture (40+ people) and it turned out great. I am so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">grateful</span> for amazing family ties.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBzizyPoSjTwQDGDnN1vAPeJXgBOWsWxi4JIEndmBq9gK6h0uvVgiLVAifBiJQU1CbDfpZpMcAoIwRlnNpXQ514CwrtCqWSLrrGv2ZhnPeMCdk-QMVHTVksEIfE9psaliQQdpcsBfCwiBQ/s1600-h/IMG_3675.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429024614193931138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBzizyPoSjTwQDGDnN1vAPeJXgBOWsWxi4JIEndmBq9gK6h0uvVgiLVAifBiJQU1CbDfpZpMcAoIwRlnNpXQ514CwrtCqWSLrrGv2ZhnPeMCdk-QMVHTVksEIfE9psaliQQdpcsBfCwiBQ/s200/IMG_3675.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div>Here is a picture of our youngest clown. She <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">definitely</span> rules the roost with an iron thumb. How can you resist when you are so cute. She gets us laughing one minute and ready to pull our hair out the next. I told Chad she was one of those kids that makes you want to not have anymore. Obviously we weren't too convinced.</div><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>The Lord has blessed us tremendously with his love and comfort, through good times and bad, threw stitches (Reese after playing tackle basketball) and family fun,we have seen his hand tremendously in our lives. We testify of his love.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBzizyPoSjTwQDGDnN1vAPeJXgBOWsWxi4JIEndmBq9gK6h0uvVgiLVAifBiJQU1CbDfpZpMcAoIwRlnNpXQ514CwrtCqWSLrrGv2ZhnPeMCdk-QMVHTVksEIfE9psaliQQdpcsBfCwiBQ/s1600-h/IMG_3675.JPG"></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBzizyPoSjTwQDGDnN1vAPeJXgBOWsWxi4JIEndmBq9gK6h0uvVgiLVAifBiJQU1CbDfpZpMcAoIwRlnNpXQ514CwrtCqWSLrrGv2ZhnPeMCdk-QMVHTVksEIfE9psaliQQdpcsBfCwiBQ/s1600-h/IMG_3675.JPG"></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBzizyPoSjTwQDGDnN1vAPeJXgBOWsWxi4JIEndmBq9gK6h0uvVgiLVAifBiJQU1CbDfpZpMcAoIwRlnNpXQ514CwrtCqWSLrrGv2ZhnPeMCdk-QMVHTVksEIfE9psaliQQdpcsBfCwiBQ/s1600-h/IMG_3675.JPG"></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>conradclanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353329659163564345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162373906210704933.post-66845055912904280402009-08-20T07:00:00.000-07:002009-08-20T15:21:36.844-07:00SUMMER'S COME...SUMMER'S GONE<div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372047544995305922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinE_Ld3RwAPW52Ng-WdVBMlWoaFYMsrIiJCY00yENYd-Q5vPNzuH61rreEiqfb72BivTx5h41lp1492e_f_sibVINeuP_m82AW3_4rF-kC5wPGBJBZ9yTEwHy5Nl8cuue41fAMtmPOOQ5I/s200/009.JPG" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">We have had an amazing summer but it seems to have flown by so fast. I have included some of the highlights.<br />I went to Young Women girls camp as the camp director in </span><span style="font-size:180%;">J</span><span style="font-size:180%;">une. It is a camp owned by our church up </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWc7ptGdBdz41Em9PuHsAz6MinkL30uDWbkPs_FsIau-4M-qWB2fB2Y-tqHiuKvNPB1AiH3IYrT9i4O86Q3QwKIACYyu6NRU_x4yvLs8lAabWfaOS46ENI9DHEow3GdLGBzQF0_5X2cDNb/s1600-h/027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372049931294392418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWc7ptGdBdz41Em9PuHsAz6MinkL30uDWbkPs_FsIau-4M-qWB2fB2Y-tqHiuKvNPB1AiH3IYrT9i4O86Q3QwKIACYyu6NRU_x4yvLs8lAabWfaOS46ENI9DHEow3GdLGBzQF0_5X2cDNb/s200/027.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">in the beautiful mountains of Utah. We spent our week not only camping but teaching girls ages 12-18 about the love of God and his presence in our lives. It was amazing. Chad got to come up for bishopric day. The girls loved seeing the goofy side of him. If they </span><span style="font-size:180%;">only knew. <div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjASa7tfIXZlrrjpoA7zjDEi7eyV7pVsJMAfJu82sZhYThJ6TwLVDr15HC3YfSEBlMmiPnBO9zgC5OCiacm8ZKqxeMaIi0tI7uQo8od-F5TOEAPgiFt3ZmiofLSVXyhqusucSnRi95jcFwd/s1600-h/045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372047755057851330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjASa7tfIXZlrrjpoA7zjDEi7eyV7pVsJMAfJu82sZhYThJ6TwLVDr15HC3YfSEBlMmiPnBO9zgC5OCiacm8ZKqxeMaIi0tI7uQo8od-F5TOEAPgiFt3ZmiofLSVXyhqusucSnRi95jcFwd/s200/045.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjASa7tfIXZlrrjpoA7zjDEi7eyV7pVsJMAfJu82sZhYThJ6TwLVDr15HC3YfSEBlMmiPnBO9zgC5OCiacm8ZKqxeMaIi0tI7uQo8od-F5TOEAPgiFt3ZmiofLSVXyhqusucSnRi95jcFwd/s1600-h/045.JPG"></a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">We had a fun 4th of July celebration that started out with an early rise to see the hot air balloon races that are a part of the Freedom Festival in Provo. Then that evening we capped the day off with a huge water party and barbeque with the Harding clan. It was a blast. We missed those of you who weren't with us.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoyIK3PMfWu5geJ5mgFJxVgre7VzMkxvhuaFa-D7nXB-mqKSH8gQlZ2l98oM4nNCKtmqDSGdLWEmyF33T5V_J5crJ1H9dtDF5zPRKJl5GLVlPAFK_aFcfwNV7YGs1FPdq3FB3VUDR2b5Vl/s1600-h/065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372048007708017554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoyIK3PMfWu5geJ5mgFJxVgre7VzMkxvhuaFa-D7nXB-mqKSH8gQlZ2l98oM4nNCKtmqDSGdLWEmyF33T5V_J5crJ1H9dtDF5zPRKJl5GLVlPAFK_aFcfwNV7YGs1FPdq3FB3VUDR2b5Vl/s200/065.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzmBrtDM3PeikW8RJccWqQ6SxZyzaHxXEcBhaV43dA3VB6Yzeha0mzG5szWeGF-5Mb3XRUCm0PKTU6eL6mtJF21z2u-tAGfuww98a6kLSpv7D18ZCV8Eq7tarxAfhoiv6dsoQrgjsuUSPt/s1600-h/020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372048375453928146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzmBrtDM3PeikW8RJccWqQ6SxZyzaHxXEcBhaV43dA3VB6Yzeha0mzG5szWeGF-5Mb3XRUCm0PKTU6eL6mtJF21z2u-tAGfuww98a6kLSpv7D18ZCV8Eq7tarxAfhoiv6dsoQrgjsuUSPt/s200/020.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXg9h-rarFXi2V3YeWjoKyvditgPOekuMG1EBg0vA5k-9hWbLwQepIyYpUQsmCi-VSho9hHeMRGKnR_cKFCWnoD3PmQQF5_uSkphAz3kmrt4UZdvXWpg8N7asTV_vmFX4lRpk0_YcWT6FL/s1600-h/027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372048533448087874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXg9h-rarFXi2V3YeWjoKyvditgPOekuMG1EBg0vA5k-9hWbLwQepIyYpUQsmCi-VSho9hHeMRGKnR_cKFCWnoD3PmQQF5_uSkphAz3kmrt4UZdvXWpg8N7asTV_vmFX4lRpk0_YcWT6FL/s200/027.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzmBrtDM3PeikW8RJccWqQ6SxZyzaHxXEcBhaV43dA3VB6Yzeha0mzG5szWeGF-5Mb3XRUCm0PKTU6eL6mtJF21z2u-tAGfuww98a6kLSpv7D18ZCV8Eq7tarxAfhoiv6dsoQrgjsuUSPt/s1600-h/020.JPG"></a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Also in July we took a family vacation and went to visit Melanie and Rob in Richland, Washington. They were very kind and put up with our chaos. I am glad we didn't drive you insane, Melanie. While there we drove up to Seattle to drive Andrew and Lisa insane. I don't know if Bugsy survived <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXyR4NJKFa2hMTeMSsxAj_g2OXd7sA_DoN0emXOZHP4XZ5keVTgQSbIycTTwy8uoJ0NLLmsZzlpsP7N9oDFR3_1WqSVPj8wM90U6g1VQoT-BJDpqT_n79jB7eeeaQi1GXy120EeADiIOa_/s1600-h/029.JPG"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372048712707319474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXyR4NJKFa2hMTeMSsxAj_g2OXd7sA_DoN0emXOZHP4XZ5keVTgQSbIycTTwy8uoJ0NLLmsZzlpsP7N9oDFR3_1WqSVPj8wM90U6g1VQoT-BJDpqT_n79jB7eeeaQi1GXy120EeADiIOa_/s200/029.JPG" border="0" /></span></a>but it was one of the kids' favorite parts of the trip. </span><span style="font-size:130%;">On our way home we got to meet</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> Aunt Cherie and Cousin Michell and family at the park for a picnic. It was a lot of fun but we were sure glad to get home after a check engine light and a blown out tire on the freeway.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjrXd1VQhHiimVHU-o4RUNQdIAMZXMsBpP8ejaNnLh8-u3xSTwhudSGe-PUXLp1Y-V0KNzTYoQJcPtUQOMJbOEfS179rRSIthywbdZM4uCQmUajZgDkwQ-pJ1cgzZhHA27WzaABkoqjoJ_/s1600-h/074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372049070569422178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjrXd1VQhHiimVHU-o4RUNQdIAMZXMsBpP8ejaNnLh8-u3xSTwhudSGe-PUXLp1Y-V0KNzTYoQJcPtUQOMJbOEfS179rRSIthywbdZM4uCQmUajZgDkwQ-pJ1cgzZhHA27WzaABkoqjoJ_/s200/074.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">August we had our annual camping trip to Days Canyon where Chad proposed to me almost 11 years ago. We go there every year and make sure we take a picture in the exact spot of the proposal. Boy, have we multiplied or what? Wouldn't trade it for the world.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMmt3ymcOrRb3mzABIj7MU8qHGmpO-DSlfph4F-KBPSEA5gQwhK38NBj2foKO_KzP7ec_PKxlf0JZmshV5RokEEhZ4mRAC0v0bCOq1M1mfE2nbXCXEx24BcxncoAWHFk9P5N9iBtgFizHY/s1600-h/094.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372049280292840578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMmt3ymcOrRb3mzABIj7MU8qHGmpO-DSlfph4F-KBPSEA5gQwhK38NBj2foKO_KzP7ec_PKxlf0JZmshV5RokEEhZ4mRAC0v0bCOq1M1mfE2nbXCXEx24BcxncoAWHFk9P5N9iBtgFizHY/s200/094.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">It's hard to believe but our baby just turned one years-old last week. She is such a delight to all of us. I don't think she gets a moment of peace except for when I put her down for a nap and even then Megan regularly sneaks in her room to play with her. She is on the verge of walking and says things like, "UH-OH", "Da-Da", "All Done!"</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmOLxPIM1U_jdgQ3oNEtYZDBUJHs3ze5j6qbxhXyjgOW3ZllNnKAX1bSVimxUfRLO7bPGa5Sr94VMpq203bgHoyK4HEEz8Y8sarspEGNHUJfxGgEuU0w_TvKFbpvFHGVOcMLS9aGAOcPj2/s1600-h/100.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372049411361253922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmOLxPIM1U_jdgQ3oNEtYZDBUJHs3ze5j6qbxhXyjgOW3ZllNnKAX1bSVimxUfRLO7bPGa5Sr94VMpq203bgHoyK4HEEz8Y8sarspEGNHUJfxGgEuU0w_TvKFbpvFHGVOcMLS9aGAOcPj2/s200/100.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Palms 127:3,5</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">"Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord...Happy is the man (woman) that hath his quiver full of them..."</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">We are so grateful for our family. We have our challenges but our lives are so full because of them. I hope I am only worthy of the task to be their mother.</span> </p>conradclanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353329659163564345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162373906210704933.post-9884266207185185222009-06-15T15:09:00.000-07:002009-06-15T15:41:28.695-07:00Running Endangers Lives<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdxdZ4Ehj9AYqXqhUKWs7-k9psmnv9qlqaadsbeFIt1ZJlDdFce9EDjD5modwE9aEa1Rgp_KHQAzQqNKXONtJjNe9GnJOTcUENl1dzyxe6ySFdsHkg8MaDq0gfQR2Zv187l6wCUpeyu0KP/s1600-h/5_k_Run_008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347680858872075682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdxdZ4Ehj9AYqXqhUKWs7-k9psmnv9qlqaadsbeFIt1ZJlDdFce9EDjD5modwE9aEa1Rgp_KHQAzQqNKXONtJjNe9GnJOTcUENl1dzyxe6ySFdsHkg8MaDq0gfQR2Zv187l6wCUpeyu0KP/s320/5_k_Run_008.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3E5-P5HTcPfCaG03x4f7nTbr-hRJTfT_eTnFgrGUKLSeu8_k6drgzsUoUhTSsE-gSaibW7nZatZN-4lntWnVNs707yIfcAZhkDCrD_4toeGKSeUiOZZM-9B411MfU70KCdEHf0a6FuffL/s1600-h/5_k_Run_020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347680647392752338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3E5-P5HTcPfCaG03x4f7nTbr-hRJTfT_eTnFgrGUKLSeu8_k6drgzsUoUhTSsE-gSaibW7nZatZN-4lntWnVNs707yIfcAZhkDCrD_4toeGKSeUiOZZM-9B411MfU70KCdEHf0a6FuffL/s320/5_k_Run_020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>This Saturday Keely,Koby, Reese, Grandpa Harding and I all participated in the annual Orem firefighters 5K. Well it was really well attended by several members of our ward and so above is all the participated in our ward, excluding Grandpa and me. The other pictures if of all of those that won a medal (except for Grandpa who won 2nd place in his division). </p><br /><br />I was really proud of our kids. Reese placed first in his division, running the race in 31+ minutes. Grandpa ran it with him and before crossing the finish line ran back to find Keely and her friend who ran it in 33+ minutes and she placed 2nd in her division. Koby, who does not love running, did impressively well. His goal was to not stop the whole way and beat his previous time of 37 minutes. He was successful in that he kept going the whole time and came in at 37 minutes. Right on Koby! We will make a runner of you yet.<br /><br />The only thing we were missing was t-shirts that said "Family Circus". We will have to make those for the Fourth of July Freedom run. Mel hope you can join us and fullfill that dream.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3D2f9moLMzPxRWPNoibxmYDNDsf7cwnLBTwlwtNZhjzX7D47RhsKYhSPgjM2fduGoOmF9OTRN_pWuf93qyAJ2RzzS8At2wum2TCAJ0xTShcb9n_hf4EcScTJhWvSr2kpG91rRgc5T5YcI/s1600-h/016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347685139818940274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3D2f9moLMzPxRWPNoibxmYDNDsf7cwnLBTwlwtNZhjzX7D47RhsKYhSPgjM2fduGoOmF9OTRN_pWuf93qyAJ2RzzS8At2wum2TCAJ0xTShcb9n_hf4EcScTJhWvSr2kpG91rRgc5T5YcI/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Sage is 10 months old and keeps us laughing with her "sour pickle" scrunchy face and silly antics. She is at that stage when she knows she has an audience and continually flirts with every one, unless they try to hold her and then she screams. I think that my going to young womens camp for a week next Tuesday will be a good thing for her.<br />I believe she is going to be a real talker. Her first word was "da-da" of coarse but now she is saying her first sentence. When she gets tired of me trying to force food in her face she says "Ahh Duh!" which stands for "All done." I have learned to respect that unless I want baby food splatered all over me and the kitchen.<br /><br />Life is good. We are greatful for the goodness of God as we see his hand in our lives daily. We will be forever grateful.conradclanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353329659163564345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162373906210704933.post-23831036867706816842009-04-12T13:51:00.000-07:002009-04-21T08:59:49.883-07:00Spring Has Sprung<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcT9wzszxPVcC2wuf-1MKCllZq9QXpuN9QRsmjkv2UxyL_3nrgS4bu6oD1s195XSHyiCfWNUzs-MVuesIN-qh4cvqA6Ej3d4NMr12cz1_gkrK2AhWn5ucWRCDCh0N5CZAPkNq9j_wabHFt/s1600-h/HPIM0400.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327157649321544722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcT9wzszxPVcC2wuf-1MKCllZq9QXpuN9QRsmjkv2UxyL_3nrgS4bu6oD1s195XSHyiCfWNUzs-MVuesIN-qh4cvqA6Ej3d4NMr12cz1_gkrK2AhWn5ucWRCDCh0N5CZAPkNq9j_wabHFt/s320/HPIM0400.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>Spring has sprung! Or at least it keeps pretending it has. We have this magnolia tree in the front of our yard that we wait all year for its short moment of glory, which lasts about one week. The last two years the weather has played games with its mind and it will bloom or start to bloom when all of the sudden the next day we get snow and freezing weather. The flowers turn brown and fall off before we can even enjoy its beauty.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327153111900965618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HOuoMneDlnlR_pQF6lqQ7TLCcZ9AB5AgnzxoaRH__ORKZWoUYzLJCEFam0ZyA6MjPTj_nSxVnxClBxAaoTC0lPG94ymWxwhv0Z1SDFLSYEavmcJb1qmt0zq715b3tKGpMpNsArXMgbsV/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>We had a delightful Easter which consisted of two seperate easter egg hunts with the Harding cousins and the Conrad cousins. It was all bedlam and way too many easter eggs with candy. I keep telling myself that I'm going to scale back the next year but I always forget and this is the result.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327157093218997474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbvuaXu_3H-QaM_Bwh-JGFgmOPvNUsTqPBTU_me6h6YGtSITpORfcyLwo_Icw4NjqtfPe7cfp0-8E-FLuEpOhDaPtRm7YphBHZomAm8ybaKmxJo1_cmLWWH9WBWF7O19CYNnHwq5f0F8jr/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /></p>Sage is growing up so fast. So far she is bucking the trend for these Conrad kids in everything. She refuses to take a bottle or pacifier and having just received her first tooth, she really isn't at all like our others. All of our other kids broke their I teeth first and looked like vampires for the longest time. Not Sage. She actually looks quite normal with her bottom front tooth and it looks like its companion is not too far behind. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwjRtqlw3dwJTvSryjbzUdQu9EIiBOpMlqWaBiteYCxKJGhVm6rBCBF5X7E3Rpo-yG7yJFjxJB6iUin2Qq2cw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Her favorite thing is to shake her head "no" for everything and she loves to clap her hands and give open mouth slobbery kisses. She is so happy and full of love and is the joy of the family (except at 3 a.m. for mommy).</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Sometimes as parents you wonder if anything you are teaching your kids ever sinks in. Chad and I on seperate occasions took the time to ask Megan (2) and Tessa (4) some basic questions of our beliefs. We found out that with some of them we still have a long way to go. What we have found out is that the teaching never ends and some of them need more reminders than others. I hope I am up to the challenge.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyfEBIcjhT9DhKWpunPQVQ0P0mp8ExjfHGznE3gSUTNRvbMusERANdT8TM9dz9TkEuGDGLDkhFAAbNjky29GA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw7VXF5OxZkNPX3w1Im71JycjvpQhdmLPFvi7PXp83LG-49zx6uDWo3xnW45jD4RIN4dnPI-_7LZF_UXIDrQQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>conradclanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353329659163564345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162373906210704933.post-14323456515069962872009-03-12T06:56:00.000-07:002009-03-12T07:50:45.376-07:00STORIES GALOORThese last couple of months have been filled with mostly ups and a couple of downs. The kids all got RSV, which is a nasty cold for older kids but can be very serious for infants. Sage did develop <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bronchiolitis</span> and an ear infection with it but fortunately, she didn't have to be hospitalized. The other kids suffered in various degrees. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Koby</span> was the worst with a fever for five days and a nasty cough. Megan and Tessa both had a nasty cough, fever and ear infections and Keely and Reese hardly got sick at all. As miserable of two weeks it was, I feel very blessed that it wasn't worse.<br /><div>The fun news was that all of the kids participated in their school story-telling festival with hopes of advancing on to the world <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">renowned</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Timpanogos</span> Story-Telling Festival held in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Orem</span>, Utah. They had to present their story <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">in front</span> of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">their</span> class and judges from the actual <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Timp</span> Festival.<br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Koby</span> told a family history story of our worst Family Home Evening experience ever and Keely told a spoonerism called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Rindercella</span>. Reese very reluctantly participated at the last moment telling a family history story about his Great-great Grandpa Johnson and much to our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">surprise</span> not only won for his grade (1st grade) but also won for the lower grades and is going on to compete for his school in the district competition this month. The winner of this will participate in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Timp</span> Festival. Below is a video of him practicing his story. He is a natural story teller like his dad and it has been fun to watch him.<br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyWaPAukGptR1WiyjoeUnz0tMq8uhA1GJqzus8Fgnd5aPmaisWkDrIANEBNnKch63c_ZG2iMCcZdl2OJjQhoQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><br /><p>Megan is still my very active little turkey with so much personality it is hard not to like her. The other day she was sitting at the counter playing with two little dolls. The conversation went like this:</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7AaMdcCTpcFtTCwiyJJyAQgJusNuKkSxCzp_3yWfQJb2vO_uH1MttGX80iQkBCqEC8nk-p0AORkYlUwANHhx8cR8dfsfBsb4JCKDH1nQRcEbDBrWgwa888PfMfyg8JWh5HJBnD0fBdv-6/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312308569633313298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7AaMdcCTpcFtTCwiyJJyAQgJusNuKkSxCzp_3yWfQJb2vO_uH1MttGX80iQkBCqEC8nk-p0AORkYlUwANHhx8cR8dfsfBsb4JCKDH1nQRcEbDBrWgwa888PfMfyg8JWh5HJBnD0fBdv-6/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><p>Doll #1: "Mommy I'm thirsty. I need a drink of water."</p><br /><p>Doll #2: "No! I thought I told you no!"</p><p>I was a little shocked and thought, "Do I ever say that?" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Whoo</span>, I hope not.<br /></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p> </p><p> </p><p>The other day I realized that she was not indeed taking a nap like she was supposed to but I could hear her in my bathroom upstairs doing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">something</span>. I called her down and this is what she looked like: </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqWt81nkzYK6ynUG5r4ifaJVqoETu-pxxUb9-HV8ry_EaTEMpLklu8FM75l4p8AgH2mlDOvhOZY9vtSqAL-26ZBZTPv_qAO9_aCFazM1wB0zjcxn42_doCxLEmonoHGbBNYLFuRqursGa-/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312306647152887042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqWt81nkzYK6ynUG5r4ifaJVqoETu-pxxUb9-HV8ry_EaTEMpLklu8FM75l4p8AgH2mlDOvhOZY9vtSqAL-26ZBZTPv_qAO9_aCFazM1wB0zjcxn42_doCxLEmonoHGbBNYLFuRqursGa-/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><br /><p>Yep, she had gotten into my make-up and this is after I wiped some of it off. </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312313182434966242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_RlLEYVkL7iZpRvjZDCFZrztsn6KF_DEDJbEgNp9W7rC-MZH5GnTQiADy32RM2l9B2pMwEJSWLq712Bc1TI4GblOWWpNIxxvo9V2B6ImzGvw5ePn0w8En733IicbOXL3a7lK6HZ1_HW7/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p>Sage is still our little sunshine. She is sitting up, talking and laughing with the best of them. The funnest thing to watch is the way her face lights up and her little legs start kicking wildly when Chad walks in the room. She is a daddy's girl. Life is good and Heavenly Father has blessed us tremendously. </p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p>conradclanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353329659163564345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162373906210704933.post-38086397905267388152009-01-26T06:20:00.000-08:002009-01-26T07:14:04.682-08:00What A WhirlwindIt was an exciting month for us. Some of the highlights were having family in town for the Christmas and New Years holidays. It has been a long time since all of the Harding cousins have been together all at once and so it was crazy but a lot of fun.<br /><br />The most exciting thing for us was that Koby (child #2) was baptized as a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on January 3rd. After turning eight (the minimal age for baptism) a week before Christmas, Koby had been waiting anxiously for this day. Chad and I believe strongly in letting our children decide for themselves whether or not they want to join the church. We teach them what we feel is write and encourage them to think and pray for their own confirmation of whether or not they agree with the teachings of Jesus Christ and want to dedicate their lives to him. Koby took this challenge very seriously and had some concerns and doubts of his own, but after much thought and prayer he came to us a few months ago and said, "Mom and Dad, I had an answer and I want to be baptized when I turn eight." We were very excited not only at his decision to join the church but at the maturity with which he came to that decision. He is a special kid and has great things ahead of him.<br /><br />Another highlight was that we took all of our kids to the Draper Temple open house, where we all got to go into the temple and tour the sacred building ( which, after dedication, is only available to older adults who are living a code of worthiness who get to enter). The kids were on their very best behavior and told us how much they liked the peace and special spirit they felt there. In fact they behaved so well that after they got out it was like they had to expend all of that pent up energy that they had held back that all chaos broke out. It is now funny looking back but at the moment I was about to get the duct tape out and tie them down. It was a neat experience.<br /><br />We have decided that Sage is one of the happiest kids we have ever had. She loves to smile and keep us laughing and she is only 5 months old. I wonder if she will turn out to be the biggest Conrad ham. I say Conrad because us Hardings don't have a spark of ham in us. So any goofyness comes directly from Chad. Her newest discovery is to shake her head back and forth until she or us are dizzy. We are having a lot of fun with her and that kids all fight for her attention, although I am not sure that is a good thing.<br /><br />Until next time.conradclanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353329659163564345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162373906210704933.post-12274875301888220162009-01-14T14:30:00.001-08:002009-01-14T15:28:11.059-08:00What Have I Done?I said I would never create a blog but with family and friends far away I gave into the pressure. I thought were supposed to get over peer presure in our teens. Obviously not or maybe I am a teenager stuck in a 30 year old body. You can ask my kids their opinion on that one.<br /><br />Here's to all of you loved ones far away. I cannot guarantee entertainment or regularity but hopefully you might get some cute pictures of the kids. Thats all these are good for right?<br /><br />Why the House at Pooh Corner? Well I do have two kids in diapers right now but that's not really why. Chad has this uncanny way of renaming every aspect of our life. We don't eat normal food but things like Rattlesnake Stew (taco soup), Cowhide soup (tortilla soup), Frogleg Casserole (chicken casserole w/broccoli) and so forth. Our cars have names and I have several weird names (that I won't mention). Thus our house has been renamed the House at Pooh Corner because we live in the corner of a cul-de-sac and like Winnie the Pooh.<br /><br />Life with six kids if fun, crazy, exciting, tiring, and the best thing of our lives. We wouldn't trade it for the world although we might for a weekend once in a while. They each have their distinct personalities and keep us laughing or crying. We thank God for the chance to grow as we raise some of His children.conradclanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353329659163564345noreply@blogger.com0