<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074</id><updated>2011-08-02T12:26:25.749-07:00</updated><category term='The Escher Family'/><category term='We&apos;re Jumping On The Bandwagon'/><title type='text'>welcome to the escher blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-6780582565696448815</id><published>2009-10-26T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:25:10.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/SuYeMAopCSI/AAAAAAAAAZs/hSStWCv1BNg/s1600-h/May+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397034395127843106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/SuYeMAopCSI/AAAAAAAAAZs/hSStWCv1BNg/s320/May+2009+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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With May came the beginning of beach season and everything else we love to do during the summer. We were able to take our first trip to the beach andhad a fabulous day! &lt;/div&gt;
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Later that month we enjoyed a visit from my mom. Sadie loves to see her Grammy honor and enjoyed all the back logged presents she brought with her.
We also got to go to the strawberry patch in Carlsbad again. Sadie had fun picking all the strawberries she could. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/SuYgrYBjg2I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ch90en1XpLE/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;Easter.  Sadie picked out a cute dress for Easter, which included a matching dress for her baby doll Saylor.  We went to a park before Church and hid eggs for her to find.  Church was wonderful and we wnjoyed a great dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885682434240892074-2578039340843314240?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/2578039340843314240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=2578039340843314240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/2578039340843314240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/2578039340843314240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2009/10/april-2009.html' title='April 2009'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/SuYZRFNsG0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/24gk2S7lJUA/s72-c/April+2009+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-1943472520504473846</id><published>2009-10-26T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:58:00.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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Our little girl got bigger. I had a great day Sadie and I think she really enjoyed her birthday. It was a no-party year, but it was her day.

I made her a big banner to wish her a happy birthday when she woke up. She thought it was so cool! She loved it so much that we hung it in her room and it is still up!

I made her favorite blueberry muffins for breakfast. Sadie loves to blow out candles, whether they are hers or they belong to someone else. she loved putting one in her muffin, with Aaron at work, I sang happy birthday to her and let her blow out her candle.

Sadie had been wanting one of those cute little stuffed dogs that came in a fancy little bag, so i took her to a store to pick one out! she picked out a fuzzy one named her Fluffy.

I felt advantageous and made her cake also. It didn't exactly turn out how I envisioned, but it worked. All sadie cared was that it had Princesses on it and tasted great!

When Aaron got home, we took her out to her favorite place for dinner, Del Taco. (YUCK!) She loves the quesadillas there. She was in heaven, and that is what mattered most. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/SuYaqj9vaxI/AAAAAAAAAZk/iLFlzzb1EmQ/s1600-h/Sadie%27s+Birthday+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397030521961147154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/SuYaqj9vaxI/AAAAAAAAAZk/iLFlzzb1EmQ/s320/Sadie%27s+Birthday+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


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&lt;div&gt;This year was a little different, Aaron didn't have his Dad around to share their birthday, but we made the best of it.  Aaron always gets cheesecake instead of birthday cake, so I made one for him this year.  It turned out GREAT!  I enjoyed it more than the store bought, and not just because I made it.  A year older and wiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885682434240892074-5395654924639421063?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/5395654924639421063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=5395654924639421063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/5395654924639421063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/5395654924639421063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2009/10/february-2009.html' title='February 2009'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/SuYHiI0oFUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/TyPlBYTUCJ4/s72-c/February+106+CROPPED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-4264580664263123905</id><published>2009-10-26T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:21:27.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/SuYEubA9XqI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Vh6zocgOufg/s1600-h/December+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397006399022390946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/SuYEubA9XqI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Vh6zocgOufg/s320/December+181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Jesus Wants Me for a SUNBEAM! With the new year came Sadie's first day in Primary! She had no problem with the transition which was a relief after what we went through with Nursery. Sadie loves everything music, so to her advantage she knew all the primary songs. The year is almost though and she still loves going! I am now serving in primary and I enjoy interacting with her in a different setting.&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/7885682434240892074-4264580664263123905?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/4264580664263123905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=4264580664263123905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/4264580664263123905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/4264580664263123905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2009/10/january-2009.html' title='January 2009'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/SuYEubA9XqI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Vh6zocgOufg/s72-c/December+181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-7423818872444512713</id><published>2009-10-26T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:06:03.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back!</title><content type='html'>So 2008 had it's ups and downs.  The biggest change for our family was selling our house in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Victorville&lt;/span&gt; and moving to Ontario.  Although we truly enjoy being out of the high desert, we miss our house and everything that comes with it:  our friends, the space, the yard.  Aaron misses doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yard work&lt;/span&gt; on the weekends.  I told him I was sure there were people in the ward who wouldn't mind him coming to do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yard work&lt;/span&gt; for free!

So we've made some adjustments, but we're doing great!  Aaron is 5 minutes from work and doesn't miss the commute.  Sadie and I have made lots of new friends and enjoy doing fun things with them. 

We are Happy and Healthy and Together, that is what matters most!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885682434240892074-7423818872444512713?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/7423818872444512713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=7423818872444512713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/7423818872444512713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/7423818872444512713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2009/10/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-3305719221281480428</id><published>2007-12-08T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T15:01:41.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Christmas Miracle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/R1seUJMQOaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/HCdXymVU1AE/s1600-h/Christmas+Decs+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141736730987084194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/R1seUJMQOaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/HCdXymVU1AE/s320/Christmas+Decs+2007+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is our Christmas Tree!  I am so excited becasue it is the best tree ever and we got such a good deal on it.  So this year we went to Lowes first to look for trees, they had some okay ones, but we wanted to see if there was something a little better at home Depot.  The problem is, they keep so many of these trees tied up to save on space, but no tree ever looks good once it's been untied.  I think we have made the mistake of thinking one looks okay, and then after a day at home, there are huge gaps in it and it doesn't look that great.  So at HD there were not very many that were untied.  We were looking in the 6-7 foot section, which was in our price range, but nothing looked that great.  I saw another tree a few feet away, and it was the PERFECT tree.  It was beautiful at all angles and I knew it was the one.  The problem was that it was considered 7-8 feet which was $20 more!  I was so mad.  So we went back to the other section and started looking some more.  I pulled one out that i wanted the guy to cut open so we could look, and then I started to notice, it was the same size as my perfect tree.  I had teh guy pull the  other one over and check it out, and sure enough, they were the same size, but priced differently.  So the guy let us seitch the price tags so that we got the tree we wanted for the price we wanted.  Thank you Mr. Home Depot Christmas Tree Guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885682434240892074-3305719221281480428?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/3305719221281480428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=3305719221281480428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/3305719221281480428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/3305719221281480428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-christmas-miracle.html' title='It&apos;s a Christmas Miracle!'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/R1seUJMQOaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/HCdXymVU1AE/s72-c/Christmas+Decs+2007+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-3340852341511036823</id><published>2007-12-08T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T14:42:04.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrsitmas Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141728798182488466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/R1sXGZMQOZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-535Ceqf5EI/s320/Christmas+Decs+2007+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Christmas Time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this time of year, putting up the lights and decorations.  Everything looks beautiful all lit up.  Although I love the lights and decorations, for some reason, up here is the high dessert, people feel it necessary to put up their light and decs right after Halloween.  I don't get that, but whatever.  So Aaron went out and put up all the lights.  He didn't want to brave putting htem on the second story, but that's okay.  It was so much fun because we went out and started putting up the lights and our neighbors all came out and started putting thiers up too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141728781002619266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/R1sXFZMQOYI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Wtes96Q7ELQ/s320/Christmas+Decs+2007+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thank You to my awesome hubby for getting up on the ladder and risking your neck to make our holiday happier!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/R1sXEpMQOXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/atX3QJ0ZDDs/s1600-h/Christmas+Decs+2007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141728768117717362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/R1sXEpMQOXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/atX3QJ0ZDDs/s320/Christmas+Decs+2007+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now the kicker, after all the work, for some reason, the light keep burning out.  We'll turn them on at the beginning of the vening, and then a fuse will blow out.  We've tried to use and extension cord and do all sorts of different things, but we just can't seem to get them to work.  I guess we'll just have to enjoy all the neighbors' lights.



&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885682434240892074-3340852341511036823?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/3340852341511036823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=3340852341511036823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/3340852341511036823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/3340852341511036823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/12/chrsitmas-lights.html' title='Chrsitmas Lights'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/R1sXGZMQOZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-535Ceqf5EI/s72-c/Christmas+Decs+2007+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-8067147583796679486</id><published>2007-12-08T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T14:08:04.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stake Turkey Trot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/R1sUzZMQOVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/zrO2S8b02vA/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141726272741718354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/R1sUzZMQOVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/zrO2S8b02vA/s320/Thanksgiving+2007+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Every year on Thanksgiving morning, our stake puts on a turkey trot.  It's a 5K run and a mile run or walk.  Aaron thought it would fun this year to go and to just walk the mile with Sadie.  It was very COLD!!!!  But we bundled Sadie up in her stroller and took off.  We had fun and it was good to get out and exercise before we stuffed oursleves that day.  Sadie wasnted to walk the last bit, so we let her gte out and walk, she cot to run across the finish line and they gave her a little medal.  Fun was had by all!
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We were lucky to have Grandma Honor (my mom) and Uncle Bruce (my brother) come visit us for Thanksgiving. Sadie LOVED seeing them. She had so much fun with them. They showed up on Wed night after she had gone to bed, but we had told her they were coming. The next morning when she woke up, she wanted to go in and wake them up too! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/R1sNAJMQOUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2kDk1_G_6mw/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2007+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141717695692028226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/R1sNAJMQOUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2kDk1_G_6mw/s320/Thanksgiving+2007+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She convinced Uncle Bruce to color with her, which he was happy to do. She just thought they were the greates people since cheese! They are all she talks about now.
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Halloween finally came! Sadie has been so thrilled for Halloween this year. She didn't really choose what her costume was this year, but she loved it from the moment we showed her. Any time someone asked her what she was going to be for halloween she would say "I'm a be a WITCH!" She wanted to wear it everyday. We finally had to hide it from her. Out of sight, out of mind works really well with her. We went &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RypERnVgFdI/AAAAAAAAAOo/h3ekbk09AH0/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127986195122361810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RypERnVgFdI/AAAAAAAAAOo/h3ekbk09AH0/s320/Halloween+2007+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to a ward halloween party on Saturday, she loved that, "look at all the fantastic costumes", she likes big words. She enjoyed doing trunk or treat and it was a good prep for the real thing. For Halloween we went to grandma and grandpa's house to
go trick or treating around their neighborhood. We would get to the door and she would get gun-shy, she would hardly squeek out trick or treat and thank you. The she &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RypESHVgFeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/cKmQ7yK9GgA/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+015+EDITED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127986203712296418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RypESHVgFeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/cKmQ7yK9GgA/s320/Halloween+2007+015+EDITED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;would race to the next door and ask, "we do more tick or treat?" as if we were going to pull the plug on it.
She wasn't really digging the hat either. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RypESnVgFfI/AAAAAAAAAO4/N3QAU8hG5PE/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127986212302231026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RypESnVgFfI/AAAAAAAAAO4/N3QAU8hG5PE/s320/Halloween+2007+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We would make her put it on before she went to the door, but as soon as she was done, she would take it off again until we made her put it on at the next door. The hat totally made the costume, but she didn't get it. Next year, no hats, whatever she dresses as.
We had fun, and Sadie did too. Can't wait until next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885682434240892074-852716668752269511?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/852716668752269511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=852716668752269511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/852716668752269511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/852716668752269511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RypERHVgFcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fpnMMnMuxgU/s72-c/Halloween+2007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-2534986387981909733</id><published>2007-11-01T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T14:15:09.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Ryo-ZnVgFYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cHOq1bLDG8U/s1600-h/Fall+Photos+006+CROPPED+BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127979735491548546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Ryo-ZnVgFYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cHOq1bLDG8U/s320/Fall+Photos+006+CROPPED+BLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The cooler weather is here, the leaves have fallen off the trees... Oh wait, we live in the dessert, there are NO trees!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No trees, and everything around us is in flames! Yep, it's fall here!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here in the Escher home, we're gearing up for Halloween like never before. Ever since we bought Sadie her pumpkin pail for trick or treating, all we hear about is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Ryo-aHVgFZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/m5Dv7pOPVbw/s1600-h/Fall+Photos+010+BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127979744081483154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Ryo-aHVgFZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/m5Dv7pOPVbw/s320/Fall+Photos+010+BLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halloween. Sadie wants to watch every Halloween show, and constantly wants to look around the neighborhood at all the halloween decoration on the houses. Last year, she enjoyed trick or treating, but this year, and I quote "I love Halloween, it's my favorite!" We can't wait for it to be over.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Ryo-aHVgFaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PXSmgaU3PFY/s1600-h/Fall+Photos+013+CROPPED+BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127979744081483170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Ryo-aHVgFaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PXSmgaU3PFY/s320/Fall+Photos+013+CROPPED+BLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought it would be fun to take these photos for fall, since we didn't get the chance to do Sadie's 2 1/2 pictures. She never really smiles for me, but I think thay turned out so so.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Ryo-aXVgFbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/c3i4wDO6YfU/s1600-h/Fall+Photos+015+BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127979748376450482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Ryo-aXVgFbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/c3i4wDO6YfU/s320/Fall+Photos+015+BLOG.jpg" 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/7885682434240892074-2534986387981909733?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/2534986387981909733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=2534986387981909733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/2534986387981909733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/2534986387981909733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/11/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Ryo-ZnVgFYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cHOq1bLDG8U/s72-c/Fall+Photos+006+CROPPED+BLOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-8727358632777050895</id><published>2007-10-01T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T12:38:00.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RwFJKwJn5dI/AAAAAAAAANw/F4dpg1qN5kw/s1600-h/09-2007+036+SQUARE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116451100742378962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RwFJKwJn5dI/AAAAAAAAANw/F4dpg1qN5kw/s320/09-2007+036+SQUARE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've just noticed recently that Sadie has had a growth spurt! 
Okay, so it's been over the last 3 months, but we're seeing differences in her height, her weight and other features.
I think it all became real when we had a cold spell and we had to dig out last winter's clothes.  Her pants were like capris, her shirts were near midrift, and don't get us started on her feet!  I pray she doesn't get Aaron's feet.

Her hair has gotten so long too!  It's fun coming up with different things to do with it.  Although Aaron doesn't care for it much, I love it down, wth nothing in it.  Aaron alwasy insists upon putting some sort of clip in it so it will stay out of her face, but I think it's beautiful on it's own.
Sadie gets impatient waiting for me to finish my creations, but she always loves the end result. 
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RwFJLAJn5eI/AAAAAAAAAN4/knr5D_Snqzk/s1600-h/09-2007+038+EDITED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116451105037346274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RwFJLAJn5eI/AAAAAAAAAN4/knr5D_Snqzk/s320/09-2007+038+EDITED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She insists upon looking at it in the mirror when we are done.  She has also otten to the stage where she is  a little more concerned with what she wears.  She doesn't really care what I pick out for her, but once she has it on, it stays.  We find this more on Sundays, after we get home from church, we try to get her to change, but she won't change her dress for the rest of the day.
We love our little girl and are amazed at her growth everyday.  She is so intelligent too.  Her vocabulary is fabulous and she loves using big words.  She talks NON-STOP!  Good luck getting a word in with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885682434240892074-8727358632777050895?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/8727358632777050895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=8727358632777050895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/8727358632777050895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/8727358632777050895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/10/big-girl.html' title='Big Girl'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RwFJKwJn5dI/AAAAAAAAANw/F4dpg1qN5kw/s72-c/09-2007+036+SQUARE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-5490833750620240327</id><published>2007-10-01T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T12:19:01.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RwFEFQJn5aI/AAAAAAAAANY/6zP89I7s1QY/s1600-h/09-2007+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116445508694959522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RwFEFQJn5aI/AAAAAAAAANY/6zP89I7s1QY/s320/09-2007+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Happiest Place On Earth!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We have a friend in the ward who works at Disneyland. Twice a year they get two free day passes. He has no children, so he usually gives them away. Were were the lucky ones recently! Since Sadie is still fee, we only had to pay for parking! YIPPEE!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sadie had so much fun. This was her second time at Disneyland and she loves it. Her favorite rides are the teacups, Dumbo and the carasol horses. We went on teacups twice, or should I say, Sadie and I went on teacups, Aaron can't handle them! Poor guy has a weak stomach.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But he got to go on other rides with her, so we all had fun. We got to go on the new Nemo ride, which was kinds cool. Little to close for comfort, closterphobic anyone?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RwFEFgJn5bI/AAAAAAAAANg/-K6O7vh9uf0/s1600-h/09-2007+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116445512989926834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RwFEFgJn5bI/AAAAAAAAANg/-K6O7vh9uf0/s320/09-2007+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only character we had the chance to take pics with was Eeyore. Aaron and I have beef with the whole character thing. They bring the characters out, but they only stay out for about 10 minutes and then they sweep them away, if you don't make it to the front of the line, too bad! We got to see Tigger... as he walked away! That's okay, Sadie thinks it's all cool from far away, but once you get up to them, she freaks. She actually did okay with Eeyore.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I loved how the park was decorated for Halloween. The Haunted Mansion looked awesome, but we didn't dare get close with Sadie. I love how all the pumpkins looked like different characters. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All in all, we had a blast. We hope that we can get season passes next year!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RwFEFwJn5cI/AAAAAAAAANo/4FFpEqByWKw/s1600-h/09-2007+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116445517284894146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RwFEFwJn5cI/AAAAAAAAANo/4FFpEqByWKw/s320/09-2007+047.jpg" 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/7885682434240892074-5490833750620240327?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/5490833750620240327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=5490833750620240327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/5490833750620240327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/5490833750620240327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/10/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland!'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RwFEFQJn5aI/AAAAAAAAANY/6zP89I7s1QY/s72-c/09-2007+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-8394098859062130330</id><published>2007-09-06T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:14:51.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saratoga Springs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuCXYwmS1YI/AAAAAAAAANI/wwpjRv7Fi_g/s1600-h/Labor+Day+Weekend+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107248429056316802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuCXYwmS1YI/AAAAAAAAANI/wwpjRv7Fi_g/s320/Labor+Day+Weekend+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Escher's Utah Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the Escher's home in Saratoga Springs Utah.  We thought it was a beautiful home and hope they will be happy there when they move next summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuCXZQmS1ZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/P2fwyRw1rlw/s1600-h/Labor+Day+Weekend+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107248437646251410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuCXZQmS1ZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/P2fwyRw1rlw/s320/Labor+Day+Weekend+071.jpg" 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/7885682434240892074-8394098859062130330?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/8394098859062130330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=8394098859062130330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/8394098859062130330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/8394098859062130330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/09/saratoga-springs.html' title='Saratoga Springs'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuCXYwmS1YI/AAAAAAAAANI/wwpjRv7Fi_g/s72-c/Labor+Day+Weekend+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-4338767517638233508</id><published>2007-09-06T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:09:09.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuCR3gmS1UI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7Eqb5xbipbE/s1600-h/Labor+Day+Weekend+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107242360267527490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuCR3gmS1UI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7Eqb5xbipbE/s320/Labor+Day+Weekend+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monday Ron &amp; Julie were nice enough to take us out on their boat. They took us around the lake and showed us the other areas on the lake.

Sadie loved being on the boat. She would just sit and smile as we rode around. She also thought is was cool that Ron &amp;amp; Julie's dog, Bruiser, came with us. She was in hog heaven.

We were also able to go on the tube. What a contraption that was. The ones we had been on before let you sit in them and hold on for dear life, but this one you had to sit on your knees with the back open and hold on tight! We used muscles in our arms and legs that we had never used before. The next day I could hardly buckle my seatbelt without a little twinge of pain from sore muscles.

I think everyone got to go for a ride. Ron was merciful to Cheryl and I when we were on. We were even able to take &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuCR4AmS1WI/AAAAAAAAAM4/T4qVJWG5Ljc/s1600-h/Labor+Day+Weekend+064+EDITED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107242368857462114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuCR4AmS1WI/AAAAAAAAAM4/T4qVJWG5Ljc/s320/Labor+Day+Weekend+064+EDITED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sadie on for a could rides. Aaron and his dad had a blast together!

Aaron tried to wake &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;board also, but that didn't go as well. he got up once, but wasn't able to stay up for long. I think he was really tired from being on the tube, and didn't have the strength to try something new. Maybe next time!

&lt;strong&gt;Thank you so much Ron &amp; Julie for all your hospitality while we visited. You helped make our trip a fun and memorable one!&lt;/strong&gt;


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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuCR3wmS1VI/AAAAAAAAAMw/c1yBpSUNPac/s1600-h/Labor+Day+Weekend+061+EDITED.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885682434240892074-4338767517638233508?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/4338767517638233508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=4338767517638233508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/4338767517638233508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/4338767517638233508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/09/at-lake.html' title='At The Lake'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuCR3gmS1UI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7Eqb5xbipbE/s72-c/Labor+Day+Weekend+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-9093706312773094244</id><published>2007-09-06T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T16:40:48.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like To Look For Rainbows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuB7eQmS1TI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_7VFV99y_6M/s1600-h/Labor+Day+Weekend+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107217737220019506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuB7eQmS1TI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_7VFV99y_6M/s320/Labor+Day+Weekend+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;We had a delightful day at church on Sunday.  Sadie absolutely loved nursery, which was a relief.  Sunday School was fabulous, with the best teacher (no offense Daphne).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was really nice in the morning but changed in the afternoon.  After a little bit of wind and some moisture, we ended up with two beautiful rainbows!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were so beautiful and went over the entire lake.  What a nice end to the Sabbath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885682434240892074-9093706312773094244?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/9093706312773094244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=9093706312773094244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/9093706312773094244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/9093706312773094244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-like-to-look-for-rainbows.html' title='I Like To Look For Rainbows'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuB7eQmS1TI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_7VFV99y_6M/s72-c/Labor+Day+Weekend+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-6851133636826345371</id><published>2007-09-06T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T15:03:25.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Square</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuBwDwmS1NI/AAAAAAAAALw/tiLpYqVPyMI/s1600-h/Labor+Day+Weekend+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107205187325580498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuBwDwmS1NI/AAAAAAAAALw/tiLpYqVPyMI/s320/Labor+Day+Weekend+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Saturday we took Sadie to Temple Square.  She loved seeing the Salt Lake Temple.  she was enthralled with all the fountains and water.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We went to both Visitor's Centers.  She loved going &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; the South Visitor's Center where they have the large statue of Christ.  She said that he was "beautiful".  When we tried to take a picture of her in front of him, she freaked and didn't want to get too close.  Aaron had to hold her, and even then, it's not the greatest picture since she's hiding her face in Aaron's shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We took many pictures around the temple and Sadie got very excited about seeing all the sister missionaries everywhere.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While we were in the visitor's center, Aaron started talking to one of the sister missionaries working in there.  After talking to her and discussing where he had served, he found that there was a sister serving at the temple who he had known on his mission.  She must have been about 10 or so when he knew her family in Reading England.  Unfortunately, she was serving the latter leg of her mission in Maryland and was no longer at the temple.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuBwEwmS1PI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TUTXVlcnGvw/s1600-h/Labor+Day+Weekend+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107205204505449714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuBwEwmS1PI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TUTXVlcnGvw/s320/Labor+Day+Weekend+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We continued our day by taking a tour of the conference center.  What an amazing building!  There is no doubt that President Hinckley was truly inspired in his request to develop this building.  Everything is so perfect down to the tiny details.  I loved all the artwork throughout the center.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We loved the story of the podium and how it came from a tree that was dying in President Hinckley's yard.  Who would have know when he planted that tree so many years before that it would serve a great purpose and become part of history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The top of the conference center is also something to speak of.  It's amazing all the plants and trees they have on the roof, yet no soil and no weeds.  I was amazed at all the things we learned on the tour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuBwFQmS1QI/AAAAAAAAAMI/YCPU5wtWZTU/s1600-h/Labor+Day+Weekend+044+SQUARE+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107205213095384322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuBwFQmS1QI/AAAAAAAAAMI/YCPU5wtWZTU/s320/Labor+Day+Weekend+044+SQUARE+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our tour group was very small.  It was us, another couple and a single man.  We came to find that other than the guide, we were the only members.  It was exciting to see how interested these people were in the history of the church and the conference center.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At one point at the end of the tour, the guide was speaking about the death of Joseph Smith, how he was shot for not denying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuBwFwmS1RI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RR83bzmAQSg/s1600-h/Labor+Day+Weekend+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107205221685318930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuBwFwmS1RI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RR83bzmAQSg/s320/Labor+Day+Weekend+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what he knew and believed to be true&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of the other people on the tour asked her to repeat what she had said.  He could not believe that Joseph Smith had been killed for that.  It was awesome to find someone with and open mind who found the prophet's martyrdom to be as ridiculous and sad as those of us who have a true love of Joseph Smith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After the tour, Sadie was wiped and we decided to head home.  We hadn't really stopped for lunch, so when we go to the car, we gave her some wheat thins.  As you can see in the picture, she fell asleep eating them.  Her hand was still in the bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885682434240892074-6851133636826345371?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/6851133636826345371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=6851133636826345371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/6851133636826345371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/6851133636826345371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/09/temple-square.html' title='Temple Square'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuBwDwmS1NI/AAAAAAAAALw/tiLpYqVPyMI/s72-c/Labor+Day+Weekend+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-4567864697225935254</id><published>2007-09-06T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T14:15:03.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Trip To Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuBp-QmS1KI/AAAAAAAAALY/PjuYIu_iwS4/s1600-h/Labor+Day+Weekend+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107198495766533282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuBp-QmS1KI/AAAAAAAAALY/PjuYIu_iwS4/s320/Labor+Day+Weekend+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aaron, Sadie and I all went to Utah Labor Day weekend to help Aaron's parents move some stuff up there and see their new home.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It had been more than ten years since either Aaron or I had been to Utah, and it was exciting to be able to take Sadie to see the different temples and fun spots.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our destination was Saratoga Springs, but our first stop was in St. George. We stopped for breakfast and then to give Aaron's oaretns a head start in the moving tuck, we took Sadie over to see the St. George temple. It was so beautiful, but VERY hot! We were hoping for a relief from the heat, but didn't find it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sadie loved the temple and enjoyed seeing a bride getting her pictures done.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuBp-gmS1LI/AAAAAAAAALg/uMoLLsrNJmQ/s1600-h/Labor+Day+Weekend+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107198500061500594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuBp-gmS1LI/AAAAAAAAALg/uMoLLsrNJmQ/s320/Labor+Day+Weekend+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saratoga Springs was another 4 hours from St. George. Once we got back on the road there was nothing until we hit Provo. We had left at 6 that morning adn had hoped Sadie would sleep part of the way. I know I have a hard time staying awake in the car, but she was relentless. She didn't sleep the entire trip, and finally after a struggle, went to bed at 9. She was a very tired girl!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Did I mention that the air conditioning in the rental van was not functioning the &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuBp_AmS1MI/AAAAAAAAALo/uNpXKsTo67Y/s1600-h/Labor+Day+Weekend+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107198508651435202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuBp_AmS1MI/AAAAAAAAALo/uNpXKsTo67Y/s320/Labor+Day+Weekend+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;whole trip? We had rented a van so there would be enough room for us all to travel home in together. The van we took from California was brand new, only 15 miles on it when they picked it up. That wasn't any fun, to say the least. Saturday morning after tying to take it to a delaership to have it looked at, we finally had to trade it in with another van in Salt Lake.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885682434240892074-4567864697225935254?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/4567864697225935254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=4567864697225935254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/4567864697225935254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/4567864697225935254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/09/our-trip-to-utah.html' title='Our Trip To Utah'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RuBp-QmS1KI/AAAAAAAAALY/PjuYIu_iwS4/s72-c/Labor+Day+Weekend+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-5599507664214082408</id><published>2007-08-22T16:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T16:15:04.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RszBSwmS1II/AAAAAAAAALI/U1p2f2EsLDw/s1600-h/08-22-07+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101665005931254914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RszBSwmS1II/AAAAAAAAALI/U1p2f2EsLDw/s320/08-22-07+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whether it's helping daddy wash the car, do yardwork (foogook) or wash the windows, Sadie is always Daddy's Big Helper. I think she got more water on her than on the window. At one point, she was standing IN the bucket, still washing the window. Wish I would have got that picture.
She is always the first to offer her assistance, whether you want it or not.  I see so many great qualities in her already.  I know she is still young, but I hope the great qualities she is developing will stay with her as she gets older.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RszBTgmS1JI/AAAAAAAAALQ/x8tvHJ94H90/s1600-h/08-22-07+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101665018816156818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RszBTgmS1JI/AAAAAAAAALQ/x8tvHJ94H90/s320/08-22-07+038.jpg" 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/7885682434240892074-5599507664214082408?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/5599507664214082408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=5599507664214082408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/5599507664214082408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/5599507664214082408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-helper.html' title='Big Helper'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RszBSwmS1II/AAAAAAAAALI/U1p2f2EsLDw/s72-c/08-22-07+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-8240250876522631058</id><published>2007-08-22T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T15:59:46.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Getting Older</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Rsy-mgmS1GI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GLpiW_F56WU/s1600-h/08-22-07+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101662046698787938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Rsy-mgmS1GI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GLpiW_F56WU/s320/08-22-07+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday To Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the BIG 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't beleive I just had another birthday.  I'm just that much closer to 30, YIKES!  Aaron's family celebrated my birthday along with his mother's the day before, on Sunday.  We had cake and pie and they sent the leftover cake home with us.  Hence the half eaten birthday cake.  Sadie loves to blow out candles so much that we decided to light candles again on my birthday.  I got to blow them out, and then we lit two for Sadie to blow out.  Aaron took me out on Wednesday to Cheesecake Factory for my birthday dinner.  YUMMY!
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 Sadie has been having a blast this summer in her big pool! She loves trying to blow bubbles in the water and plugging her nose and pretending to go under the water. She's become our little water girl!

We love inviting over little friends as often as possible. Nothing better than putting the kids in the pool in 100+ degree weather.

I just wish there was room for us moms. We cherish the little splashes of water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885682434240892074-451448249859665755?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/451448249859665755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=451448249859665755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/451448249859665755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/451448249859665755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/08/poolside-pals.html' title='Poolside Pals'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Rsy5VwmS1EI/AAAAAAAAAKo/OnUD-VCbvZA/s72-c/08-22-07+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-4967299554222556604</id><published>2007-08-22T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T15:26:38.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Sadie on the Prairie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Rsy3-QmS1DI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZY1jIGM97ZU/s1600-h/08-22-07+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101654758139286578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Rsy3-QmS1DI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZY1jIGM97ZU/s320/08-22-07+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who's the little lady under that bonnet?&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Rsy0ywmS1BI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Qq2p0eczCJQ/s1600-h/08-22-07+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101651262035907602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Rsy0ywmS1BI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Qq2p0eczCJQ/s320/08-22-07+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Escher went on a curch history tour, and came upon this cute bonnet for pioneer day. The cutest thing about it, is it unbuttons and unfolds into an apron. Sadie loves it. She is so into dressing up whenever she gets the chance. We need to find her some dress up clothes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885682434240892074-4967299554222556604?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/4967299554222556604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=4967299554222556604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/4967299554222556604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/4967299554222556604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/08/little-sadie-on-prairie.html' title='Little Sadie on the Prairie'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Rsy3-QmS1DI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZY1jIGM97ZU/s72-c/08-22-07+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-444821892714201086</id><published>2007-08-22T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T15:08:44.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Rsyv8AmS0_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Z_Nh2a6zIwY/s1600-h/08-22-07+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101645923391558642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Rsyv8AmS0_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Z_Nh2a6zIwY/s320/08-22-07+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


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&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We LOVE the beach! We've tried to go every other weekend this summer.&lt;/span&gt;


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&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We have a favorite little spot in Newport that we go to, and there always seems to be something swimming in the water.  Last time we went, we saw about 10 dolphins playing and swimming around together.  That same day, there was a cute seal swimming around and he came &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RsyurAmS08I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ERKEn7_dCbA/s1600-h/08-22-07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101644531822154690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RsyurAmS08I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ERKEn7_dCbA/s320/08-22-07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;up onto the beach for just a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am so grateful that we have the opportunity to go to the beach and experience things like that.  It's so important to me that Sadie learn about different animals, their habitats and how important they are in our world.  I hope she learns to love animals as much as I do. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sadie loves the sand and "building sandcatles&lt;/span&gt;" which consists of filling up her bucket, poring it out and filling it again. Occasionally she'll request water, to make the sand muddier. She's hilarious.  Another of Sadie's fav beach activities is chasing the birds.  She'll chase them all the way down the beach if you let her. &lt;/span&gt;








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It's amazing how some people can go their whole life without a broken bone.  I have managed to live almost 28 years without a single broken bone.  Our little Sadie made it two years, but no longer.  Sadie broke her collar bone on July 1st.  The biggest problem was that we didn't know.  She fell out of her bed, as many children have done.  We just thought she hurt her neck or bumped her shoulder, we wouldn't find out for 11 days that it was broken.  We even went away on vacation in the meantime.  As you may have seen in many of the pictures posted, she wasn't in pain!  Now, we're waiting to see an ortho hoping that it is healing properly, I don't know what we're going to have to do if it isn't.  Please keep Sadie in your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885682434240892074-7161455569972201011?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/7161455569972201011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=7161455569972201011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/7161455569972201011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/7161455569972201011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-broken-bone.html' title='First Broken Bone'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RqFK8odOjcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0NTszKllH5k/s72-c/Vaca+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-8598755701397179393</id><published>2007-07-20T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T16:47:16.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lounging On The Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RqFIvIdOjaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f4EQeWvtYBs/s1600-h/Vaca+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089429028466494882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RqFIvIdOjaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f4EQeWvtYBs/s320/Vaca+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Check out our little beach babe!  She was so engorssed in mommy's magazine.  I thought this was the cutest picture from our vacation.  Sitting in her chair, eating her crackers and trying to figure out who all the people were in the magazine.  She was taking it easy for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885682434240892074-8598755701397179393?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/8598755701397179393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=8598755701397179393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/8598755701397179393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/8598755701397179393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/07/lounging-on-beach.html' title='Lounging On The Beach'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RqFIvIdOjaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f4EQeWvtYBs/s72-c/Vaca+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-2450672292552552319</id><published>2007-07-13T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T14:09:44.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" I Go See Temple!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Rpe8wPImbiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/a14knWvF7io/s1600-h/Vaca+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086741841020612130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Rpe8wPImbiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/a14knWvF7io/s320/Vaca+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;Sadie has recently been learning about the temple. We talk about them at home, she points them out in all our Ensigns, and when Aaron and I went the other day, she was so sad she coudn't go with us. So while in the San D area, we decided to take her to see her first temple. Unfortunatly, the temple was closed, so we could only go in the one area up front, but she loved it! I think it was the highlight of the trip for all of us.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Rpk7i_ImbjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jKoTyx4UVp0/s1600-h/Vaca+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087162726340783666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Rpk7i_ImbjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jKoTyx4UVp0/s320/Vaca+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Rpe6ufImbhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ofYOfWir7wo/s1600-h/Vaca+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885682434240892074-2450672292552552319?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/2450672292552552319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=2450672292552552319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/2450672292552552319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/2450672292552552319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-go-see-temple.html' title='&quot; I Go See Temple!&quot;'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Rpe8wPImbiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/a14knWvF7io/s72-c/Vaca+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-2600021777521005210</id><published>2007-07-13T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:18:29.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RpezPvImbeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/R6AOgXW4Wms/s1600-h/Vaca+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086731387070213602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RpezPvImbeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/R6AOgXW4Wms/s320/Vaca+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;Always lots of fun at Sea World! We went there one day while on our vacation. Sadie loved the dolphin and Shamu shows. It took awhile for what she was seeing to register. She would just sit emotionless through the entire show, but then a half hour later, it would all process and she would talk about it nonstop.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Rpeyx_ImbdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xEqwl3KF_Fw/s1600-h/Vaca+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086730875969105362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Rpeyx_ImbdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xEqwl3KF_Fw/s320/Vaca+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They also had a pet show which she found really funny. Sadie loves animals, so this was like heaven for her. She wasn't too sure about some of the creepy fish, you know, the huge ugly ones. We also went to the carnival games, and mommy won a big Shamu for Sadie. In essence, it only cost $5 as opposed to buying one for about $20. SCORE! I love the pic of Sadie riding Shamu in our room. She started by just putting her bear on, then she decided she wanted to ride him too!

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&lt;div&gt;So there is this great little place over by the outlets, where you can go to pick your own bucket of fresh strawberries. You pay a flat price for the bucket, and you can go anywhere in the designated fields and pick. We weren't as prepared as we could have been, we were in sandles. We ended up with a lot of old strawberries and mud in our shoes and on our feet. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RpVBrwiDbOI/AAAAAAAAAII/l8vxMPqYRuA/s1600-h/Vaca+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086043574202756322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RpVBrwiDbOI/AAAAAAAAAII/l8vxMPqYRuA/s320/Vaca+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But the strawberries were so wonderful, better than anything you would get at the store or even a farmer's market. Oh yeah, and don't wear white!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885682434240892074-3741190719318646142?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/3741190719318646142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=3741190719318646142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/3741190719318646142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/3741190719318646142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/07/picking-strawberries.html' title='Picking Strawberries'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RpVBOQiDbNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/c5IakEK-yQY/s72-c/Vaca+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-4995059895918863305</id><published>2007-07-11T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T13:39:14.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I take nap we go to beach, okaaay?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RpU_vgiDbLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/07Xvhp9kvek/s1600-h/Vaca+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086041439604010162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RpU_vgiDbLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/07Xvhp9kvek/s320/Vaca+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;Sadie LOVES the beach. That's all she would say leading up to our trip, "I take nap we go to beach, okaaay?". Then everyday when we woke up, the same thing. She was also obsessed with building sandcastles. She was a hard little worker, shoveling all that sand. Sadly, although it was plenty warm, there wasn't very much sun, so the water wasn't as warm as it normally is this time of year. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RpU_wAiDbMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ORv7hordULg/s1600-h/Vaca+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086041448193944770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RpU_wAiDbMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ORv7hordULg/s320/Vaca+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't get to play in the water that much. But Sadie loved being down there none the less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885682434240892074-4995059895918863305?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/4995059895918863305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=4995059895918863305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/4995059895918863305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/4995059895918863305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-take-nap-we-go-to-beach-okaaay.html' title='&quot;I take nap we go to beach, okaaay?&quot;'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RpU_vgiDbLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/07Xvhp9kvek/s72-c/Vaca+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-2725380651743944739</id><published>2007-07-11T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T13:26:39.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RpU7VwiDbJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/yivpoySpiH0/s1600-h/Vaca+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086036599175867538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RpU7VwiDbJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/yivpoySpiH0/s320/Vaca+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;We just got home from vaca on Sunday! YEAH! It's so nice to get away and have fun in our own little family bubble. We went to Carlsbad for 5 days. If you've never been there, you gotta go. It's such a nice beach and the village area is so nice and quaint. We love staying in the Carlsbad Inn, and they have everything you need for a perfect family vacation. We went on bike rides, spent time in the pool, spent time on the beach, went for walks around the village and on the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;Poor Sadie, her mother is a clothes horse living vicariously through her. As we were packing for vaca, I found that Sadie, had more than enough clothes to wear a different outfit everyday for more than three months. I know, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; need help! Here's the rundown: 76 shirts, 14 skirts, 28 dresses, 15 shorts, 9 capris, 6 bathing suits, 11 pairs of shoes, 3 purses, 4 pairs of sunglasses. These are just her summer clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RpT6zwiDbGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/z8E-UVEj3Vs/s1600-h/Clothes+Horse+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085965646316137570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RpT6zwiDbGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/z8E-UVEj3Vs/s200/Clothes+Horse+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;As for the purses and sunglasses, Sadie could care less what I put on her from day to day, sometimes she'll request skirts, but other than that, she is obsessed with her accessories. She always has to wear a pair of sunglasses and have a little purse. She loves her dress up beads and tutu. &lt;/div&gt;

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&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/7885682434240892074-1661281649046300996?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/1661281649046300996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=1661281649046300996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/1661281649046300996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/1661281649046300996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/07/lothes-horse.html' title='Clothes Horse.'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RpT4zgiDbEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gEmQ6emH7hQ/s72-c/Clothes+Horse+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-450721439314124081</id><published>2007-06-18T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:50:57.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Rnb7cbAXWNI/AAAAAAAAACU/_0y57OUkxUA/s1600-h/06-18-07+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077522095611009234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/Rnb7cbAXWNI/AAAAAAAAACU/_0y57OUkxUA/s320/06-18-07+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were able to go to the beach on Saturday with our family for some Father's Day fun. Sadie LOVES the beach, or any water for that matter. We had so much fun in San Diego. She goes right into the water and loves to swim around. She gets a little too confident when she has a life vest on. We spent the day swimming and building sandcastles. She also enjoyed going on the waverunner with Aaron.
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadie has recently learned to do a somersault on her own! We call it a flip, she calls it a "floop". She's constantly on her head giggling and trying to "floop". There's no longer a point in fixing her hair in the mornings. &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/7885682434240892074-2965492879293574160?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/2965492879293574160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=2965492879293574160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/2965492879293574160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/2965492879293574160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-floop.html' title='&quot;I Floop!&quot;'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RnbzMbAXWDI/AAAAAAAAABE/cF-BFuC1q64/s72-c/06-18-07+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-2953150224829779960</id><published>2007-06-18T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T10:59:06.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Spencer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RnbE3LAXWBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pEFIwlMmoss/s1600-h/Group+05-13-07+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077462082032982034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RnbE3LAXWBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pEFIwlMmoss/s320/Group+05-13-07+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sadie's little best friend Spencer has moved away to Texas. We're so sad. I think I am more upset about it than her. They left at the beginning of the month, but Sadie is just now figuring out that he is not around. She keeps asking for him to come play or to come swim with her. Every time she goes to Nursery, she asks where he is.  She can't even begin to understand that he has moved away, so I just keep telling her that he can't come play. She now carries his picture around with her all day long. We love Spencer and he will always be her first little friend!&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/7885682434240892074-2953150224829779960?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/2953150224829779960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=2953150224829779960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/2953150224829779960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/2953150224829779960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/06/bye-bye-spencer.html' title='Bye Bye Spencer'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RnbE3LAXWBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pEFIwlMmoss/s72-c/Group+05-13-07+162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-4690228586390897161</id><published>2007-06-14T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:59:59.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Child Is A Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RnGnZLAXWAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/C584NitNGOQ/s1600-h/send+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076022305916147714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RnGnZLAXWAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/C584NitNGOQ/s320/send+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know some of you haven't seen Sadie in a while. She is getting so big and so smart. I know, everyone thinks their child is a genius, but she never ceases to amaze Aaron and I. Everyday she says something new, and we'll think, where did she learn that? She can count to 20 and knows her ABC's. She can even spell her own name if you ask her. She knows all her colors and if she doesn't, she'll demand "tell me!". Being a mom to Sadie is even more amazing that I could have ever imagined. We have our down days when she becomes a typical two year old, as I'm sure many do, but the good days make it all worth it.&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/7885682434240892074-4690228586390897161?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/4690228586390897161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=4690228586390897161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/4690228586390897161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/4690228586390897161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-child-is-genius.html' title='My Child Is A Genius'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RnGnZLAXWAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/C584NitNGOQ/s72-c/send+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-550928001484334938</id><published>2007-06-13T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:33:22.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Escher Family'/><title type='text'>Our Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RnGmC7AXV_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/zK3hXzmwg2s/s1600-h/Family+Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076020824152430578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RnGmC7AXV_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/zK3hXzmwg2s/s320/Family+Blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello everyone, thank you for viewing our blog. Here is our most recent family photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All is well here in Vic, or at least as well as can be expected up here in the high desert. It's getting hot, but we're doing our best to keep cool! Supposed to be 105 tomorrow. YIKES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, so nothing to huge to announce at this time, but keep coming back and I promise we'll have more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tasha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div 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/7885682434240892074-550928001484334938?l=theeschers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/feeds/550928001484334938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885682434240892074&amp;postID=550928001484334938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/550928001484334938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885682434240892074/posts/default/550928001484334938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeschers.blogspot.com/2007/06/escher-family-hello-everyone-thank-you.html' title='Our Family'/><author><name>Just Call Me Tasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wD8CEKygnM/RnGmC7AXV_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/zK3hXzmwg2s/s72-c/Family+Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885682434240892074.post-5132661912599924234</id><published>2007-06-13T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:30:12.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We&apos;re Jumping On The Bandwagon'/><title type='text'>Jumping On The Bandwagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, we're doing it too. We now have our own blog. I can't guarantee we'll update regularly, but we'll see what we can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I know Shannon, I don't get it either, but maybe it'll be fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love To All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tasha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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