<?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-8135155620115569712</id><updated>2012-02-12T00:50:31.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorensens</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>284</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-5549970922053910280</id><published>2012-02-09T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T07:46:53.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have just made like 5 or something new posts about our new adventures, so if you want to get them in order, you should read ahead quite a few. &amp;nbsp;So this is the last post of the day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJ9lc5_XQss/TzPpXX1MT2I/AAAAAAAACa8/rWssPVgGB9A/s1600/IMG_1834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJ9lc5_XQss/TzPpXX1MT2I/AAAAAAAACa8/rWssPVgGB9A/s400/IMG_1834.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was playing dinosaurs before bedtime and then started telling kasen and kirsten a bedtime story about the little teranadon that didn't want to go to sleep. &amp;nbsp;Kasen was out like a light. &amp;nbsp;He played and played with his buddy dash while we were out to eat and just has been waking up so early and having late nights with family and granted, it is like 9:30, way past his bedtime. &amp;nbsp;I sure do love and adore him, he is such an awesome boy. He is really into terranadons. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-5549970922053910280?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/5549970922053910280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=5549970922053910280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/5549970922053910280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/5549970922053910280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2012/02/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJ9lc5_XQss/TzPpXX1MT2I/AAAAAAAACa8/rWssPVgGB9A/s72-c/IMG_1834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-600382287327891146</id><published>2012-02-09T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T07:42:04.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1lO2Sw_tRDc/TzPn5vk6H8I/AAAAAAAACaU/KUX1fP4X_4A/s1600/IMG_1828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1lO2Sw_tRDc/TzPn5vk6H8I/AAAAAAAACaU/KUX1fP4X_4A/s320/IMG_1828.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last night I got to be apart of a very fun thing. &amp;nbsp;Bev and Scott had their big ultrasound and had the tech put the gender of the baby in an envelope, we then went out to eat at yummy yummy and too much food Rodizio grill for scotts birthday and the big occasion. &amp;nbsp;bev had the waiter write whatever the gender was on the dessert plate and it was awesome. &amp;nbsp;They came out with a candle, and a piece of paper hiding the cute little "its a boy" sign. &amp;nbsp;They were thrilled, wanting a boy badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0pzZUUnVCag/TzPn8HETRUI/AAAAAAAACac/_j_9DtAVpr8/s1600/IMG_1829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0pzZUUnVCag/TzPn8HETRUI/AAAAAAAACac/_j_9DtAVpr8/s320/IMG_1829.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ethan &amp;nbsp;was so so happy to be getting a little brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jUzGCxkZuVQ/TzPoA6n7lGI/AAAAAAAACak/3TQTdCDi4Qg/s1600/IMG_1830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jUzGCxkZuVQ/TzPoA6n7lGI/AAAAAAAACak/3TQTdCDi4Qg/s320/IMG_1830.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Joslyn is also very excited to be getting a little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RnLDiBqQNjU/TzPoCTbWNgI/AAAAAAAACas/FXrwfty41UE/s1600/IMG_1831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RnLDiBqQNjU/TzPoCTbWNgI/AAAAAAAACas/FXrwfty41UE/s320/IMG_1831.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's a boy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A4iJ3vjRO1E/TzPoD18UO6I/AAAAAAAACa0/qTDPy3RuBMQ/s1600/IMG_1832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A4iJ3vjRO1E/TzPoD18UO6I/AAAAAAAACa0/qTDPy3RuBMQ/s320/IMG_1832.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me with my most beautiful sister on their fantastic night. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-600382287327891146?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/600382287327891146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=600382287327891146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/600382287327891146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/600382287327891146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a boy'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1lO2Sw_tRDc/TzPn5vk6H8I/AAAAAAAACaU/KUX1fP4X_4A/s72-c/IMG_1828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-4709723265910143589</id><published>2012-02-09T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T07:35:17.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Daisha in the tub with her cousins. &amp;nbsp;I love tub pictures with cousins. &amp;nbsp;I love looking at the ones of me when I was a girl, they are so cute. &amp;nbsp;I have a really cute one of me and my cousin Jen, who we were pretty good friends growing up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8VD1MsW58Y/TzPmv0JY75I/AAAAAAAACZk/PboMoT3-8TM/s1600/IMG_1819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8VD1MsW58Y/TzPmv0JY75I/AAAAAAAACZk/PboMoT3-8TM/s320/IMG_1819.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QkWTmlC6tH4/TzPmxSy7UkI/AAAAAAAACZs/VYAY5-z3K0M/s1600/IMG_1820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QkWTmlC6tH4/TzPmxSy7UkI/AAAAAAAACZs/VYAY5-z3K0M/s320/IMG_1820.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daisha was done smiling, I told her to say cheese and she started shaking her head no no no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aeHsVqDzH98/TzPmySYCrHI/AAAAAAAACZ0/dzkDFq5CsqM/s1600/IMG_1821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aeHsVqDzH98/TzPmySYCrHI/AAAAAAAACZ0/dzkDFq5CsqM/s320/IMG_1821.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But Alana was not done with her cheeses. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3uBz-J0Hlc/TzPm0LuNpCI/AAAAAAAACZ8/VI_l7X3J2rk/s1600/IMG_1823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3uBz-J0Hlc/TzPm0LuNpCI/AAAAAAAACZ8/VI_l7X3J2rk/s320/IMG_1823.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This picture makes me think that my little girl looks a little like me. &amp;nbsp;We have a few similarities in my opinion, and I like it:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AOEmI6MF8TA/TzPm1nAXTyI/AAAAAAAACaE/OJsFpjyNmFo/s1600/IMG_1824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AOEmI6MF8TA/TzPm1nAXTyI/AAAAAAAACaE/OJsFpjyNmFo/s320/IMG_1824.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just absolutely love and adore this little girl. &amp;nbsp;She makes me so happy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-4709723265910143589?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/4709723265910143589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=4709723265910143589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4709723265910143589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4709723265910143589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2012/02/little-ladies.html' title='Little Ladies'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8VD1MsW58Y/TzPmv0JY75I/AAAAAAAACZk/PboMoT3-8TM/s72-c/IMG_1819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-7534238084974175596</id><published>2012-02-09T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T07:30:50.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Sledding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kasen loves to go sledding and has been going night sledding almost every night this week. &amp;nbsp;He won't go all by himself, but that's okay cause he usually has his cousins that loves to go too, but he has to wait for them to get home from school. &amp;nbsp;so here is joslyn and kasen night sledding. &amp;nbsp;they were adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NwF4F3p2iiY/TzNgj9Z2guI/AAAAAAAACYc/-yNaDxAJn2w/s1600/IMG_1807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NwF4F3p2iiY/TzNgj9Z2guI/AAAAAAAACYc/-yNaDxAJn2w/s320/IMG_1807.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ttU554zpYKc/TzNglulv2iI/AAAAAAAACYk/fOJkqk5cEqI/s1600/IMG_1808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ttU554zpYKc/TzNglulv2iI/AAAAAAAACYk/fOJkqk5cEqI/s320/IMG_1808.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every time a car would drive past they would hurry and hide, so a kidnapper wouldn't see them. &amp;nbsp;Bev has an awesome driveway that is just perfect for sledding, not so perfect for me trying to drive my little dinky non four wheel drive car up though. &amp;nbsp;So at the end of the driveway they hide under their sleds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--1oxEkKzOzE/TzNgmgvDpGI/AAAAAAAACYs/tuRaM64yw_Y/s1600/IMG_1809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--1oxEkKzOzE/TzNgmgvDpGI/AAAAAAAACYs/tuRaM64yw_Y/s320/IMG_1809.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LAqLu2P2WPs/TzNgomu4ehI/AAAAAAAACY0/1MeHxZvI7D0/s1600/IMG_1810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LAqLu2P2WPs/TzNgomu4ehI/AAAAAAAACY0/1MeHxZvI7D0/s320/IMG_1810.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xDNzHkAxa0/TzNgqOQ7MXI/AAAAAAAACY8/J_77YooXEG8/s1600/IMG_1811.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xDNzHkAxa0/TzNgqOQ7MXI/AAAAAAAACY8/J_77YooXEG8/s320/IMG_1811.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TQo2jOtQRwg/TzNgrx64qxI/AAAAAAAACZE/Td-UqYEk8g4/s1600/IMG_1813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TQo2jOtQRwg/TzNgrx64qxI/AAAAAAAACZE/Td-UqYEk8g4/s320/IMG_1813.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here he is still with his mask. &amp;nbsp;So much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vRtTNC3npI/TzNgtPwTiII/AAAAAAAACZM/uyH18vIsMak/s1600/IMG_1814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vRtTNC3npI/TzNgtPwTiII/AAAAAAAACZM/uyH18vIsMak/s320/IMG_1814.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sliding down the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHdQggqBt4s/TzNgua0TaBI/AAAAAAAACZU/NpIxyNpl3o8/s1600/IMG_1816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHdQggqBt4s/TzNgua0TaBI/AAAAAAAACZU/NpIxyNpl3o8/s320/IMG_1816.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kasen steered himself right into the fence, got up and went again, the next time he steered a little better and stayed on the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vngTgSIrPLk/TzNgvdbP77I/AAAAAAAACZc/AIGp5FvFZOY/s1600/IMG_1818.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vngTgSIrPLk/TzNgvdbP77I/AAAAAAAACZc/AIGp5FvFZOY/s320/IMG_1818.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think that he can see very well, maybe that's why he ran into the fence. &amp;nbsp;It was so much fun watching them. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-7534238084974175596?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/7534238084974175596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=7534238084974175596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7534238084974175596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7534238084974175596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2012/02/night-sledding.html' title='Night Sledding'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NwF4F3p2iiY/TzNgj9Z2guI/AAAAAAAACYc/-yNaDxAJn2w/s72-c/IMG_1807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-5064532222383328023</id><published>2012-02-08T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:14:53.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Denver Aquarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to Denver on a trip to the Aquarium. &amp;nbsp;I thought it was really fun and cool, and I think that Kasen had a really great time too. &amp;nbsp;Here we are at the beginning with our map. &amp;nbsp;All Kasen wanted to see were the sharks. &amp;nbsp;He kept telling me over and over again that he wanted to go to the sharks, therefore he didn't really see much of anything else as we walked through because of his excitement for the sharks. &amp;nbsp;I kept telling him that he needed to look at all the other cool fish because the sharks were at the very end. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2JcqqvigeD4/TzNfRAUPy-I/AAAAAAAACVE/WABQEaK4Y8E/s1600/IMG_1767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2JcqqvigeD4/TzNfRAUPy-I/AAAAAAAACVE/WABQEaK4Y8E/s320/IMG_1767.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We did make him stop and take a few pictures along the way. &amp;nbsp;he even did look at some of the other cool &amp;nbsp;simming creatures that we saw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TU4Sx7te7Z0/TzNfSMbvYdI/AAAAAAAACVM/awIY3Hs8hyE/s1600/IMG_1768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TU4Sx7te7Z0/TzNfSMbvYdI/AAAAAAAACVM/awIY3Hs8hyE/s320/IMG_1768.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the desert, where it was having a flash flood. &amp;nbsp;This part totally reminded me of the slot canyons in Orderville, where you hike through and hope that it doesn't rain while your in there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5UotKqRa3y8/TzNfTM9EYbI/AAAAAAAACVU/9uKQ7fshDlI/s1600/IMG_1769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5UotKqRa3y8/TzNfTM9EYbI/AAAAAAAACVU/9uKQ7fshDlI/s320/IMG_1769.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NqAg8uPNsGI/TzNfUlhuHwI/AAAAAAAACVc/DdXdzTuMOTc/s1600/IMG_1770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NqAg8uPNsGI/TzNfUlhuHwI/AAAAAAAACVc/DdXdzTuMOTc/s320/IMG_1770.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Counting the rattle snakes and the rattles on each one. &amp;nbsp;There were I think 8 in that little spot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xCmfjnu11vw/TzNfVyMA-9I/AAAAAAAACVk/yIBF69JahDw/s1600/IMG_1771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xCmfjnu11vw/TzNfVyMA-9I/AAAAAAAACVk/yIBF69JahDw/s320/IMG_1771.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I loved all the bright colored fishies. &amp;nbsp;These ones had alot of sea horses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PIguUAC1IM/TzNfZtQqOeI/AAAAAAAACVs/bJqk-j2WsrM/s1600/IMG_1773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PIguUAC1IM/TzNfZtQqOeI/AAAAAAAACVs/bJqk-j2WsrM/s320/IMG_1773.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just another forced camera shot:) Love you Kasen, thanks for cooperating with your mother! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-in0iVuB6nog/TzNfbTdKbGI/AAAAAAAACV0/7AjaApnrEXE/s1600/IMG_1774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-in0iVuB6nog/TzNfbTdKbGI/AAAAAAAACV0/7AjaApnrEXE/s320/IMG_1774.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;isabelle looks like she is a little glowing angel, which she is a little adorable angel in real life:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1YwNL2QA2pg/TzNfdBbfvNI/AAAAAAAACV8/HM9HTlFwi80/s1600/IMG_1775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1YwNL2QA2pg/TzNfdBbfvNI/AAAAAAAACV8/HM9HTlFwi80/s320/IMG_1775.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These fish were so huge, I can't remember their names right now, but they were really big, and not too cute. &amp;nbsp;But cool to look at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FgjH76ONJJw/TzNferooLaI/AAAAAAAACWE/ZjfYxRpEcfQ/s1600/IMG_1776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FgjH76ONJJw/TzNferooLaI/AAAAAAAACWE/ZjfYxRpEcfQ/s320/IMG_1776.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just playing by the tiger place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDZ8xMfE1jE/TzNfhkZpESI/AAAAAAAACWM/JNYCJ6Zu2SQ/s1600/IMG_1779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDZ8xMfE1jE/TzNfhkZpESI/AAAAAAAACWM/JNYCJ6Zu2SQ/s320/IMG_1779.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally, the shark exhibit. &amp;nbsp;It's hard to take really good pictures in the aquarium where you can see both the child and the fish really well, anyway, Kasen loved it and there were a few really cool mean looking sharks with exposed teeth that were awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0b3_4SlTlK0/TzNfmrlVnjI/AAAAAAAACWU/6zotR0UGW-U/s1600/IMG_1783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0b3_4SlTlK0/TzNfmrlVnjI/AAAAAAAACWU/6zotR0UGW-U/s320/IMG_1783.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Looking at the jellies. &amp;nbsp;They are really cool pretty animals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5vKg9mPMEI/TzNfnjpTlkI/AAAAAAAACWc/1rCnppK0Mhw/s1600/IMG_1784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5vKg9mPMEI/TzNfnjpTlkI/AAAAAAAACWc/1rCnppK0Mhw/s320/IMG_1784.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hTYmmGZiP6Q/TzNfpOAegKI/AAAAAAAACWk/JcNl6zkE2uc/s1600/IMG_1785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hTYmmGZiP6Q/TzNfpOAegKI/AAAAAAAACWk/JcNl6zkE2uc/s320/IMG_1785.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More sharks. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6eG1PIjT374/TzNfqnsCfXI/AAAAAAAACWs/3_nAMsbWzaE/s1600/IMG_1786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6eG1PIjT374/TzNfqnsCfXI/AAAAAAAACWs/3_nAMsbWzaE/s320/IMG_1786.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, one thing about Kasen. &amp;nbsp;He hates to try anything New or different. &amp;nbsp;He doesn't like to try new foods and really gets himself worked up EVERY single time we Make and force him to try something different food wise, so worked up that he is practically throwing up before the food even gets to his mouth. &amp;nbsp;It's maddening. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, I told him that I was going to make him touch the stingrays, and he was not going to do that, NO WAY. &amp;nbsp;As i was grabbing his hand and forcing it toward the water he threw a Royal fit, I know that sounds mean to make him try it, but i really think that he would think it's cool, if he would just TRY it. &amp;nbsp;I didn't have the energy to fight him in that big public place, so he went home without touching a sting ray. &amp;nbsp;Wish he would have, but he didn't seem to care that he didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IrAJxqUFjKQ/TzNfrigcT7I/AAAAAAAACW0/7c4U2D7pd_c/s1600/IMG_1787.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IrAJxqUFjKQ/TzNfrigcT7I/AAAAAAAACW0/7c4U2D7pd_c/s320/IMG_1787.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anther round through the sharks. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBUQb-MGnhE/TzNfxLWezyI/AAAAAAAACW8/p5KaQlmyOUU/s1600/IMG_1789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBUQb-MGnhE/TzNfxLWezyI/AAAAAAAACW8/p5KaQlmyOUU/s320/IMG_1789.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He was lucky enough to get his face painted. &amp;nbsp;He chose as you can tell a green bat man. &amp;nbsp;He is still wearing this even though it's been almost 2 full days, he had a bath last night and was extremely careful not to ruin it, it's probably going to be coming off tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;It's been a fun thing though to be a green batman for a few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--AwNVvnDMTY/TzNfzYJ_Y7I/AAAAAAAACXE/SVtuHS-Bf_Q/s1600/IMG_1790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--AwNVvnDMTY/TzNfzYJ_Y7I/AAAAAAAACXE/SVtuHS-Bf_Q/s320/IMG_1790.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZkseWVnR0A/TzNf0pU7F5I/AAAAAAAACXM/UdfV-x93_sA/s1600/IMG_1791.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZkseWVnR0A/TzNf0pU7F5I/AAAAAAAACXM/UdfV-x93_sA/s320/IMG_1791.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here we are waiting for the tiger training show. &amp;nbsp;This was probably my favorite part of the whole day. &amp;nbsp;It was really neat seeing the tiger obey the commands of the trainers and jump into the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TEzqtFnCfj0/TzNf5xh-zWI/AAAAAAAACXU/ZjJtcUgbeE8/s1600/IMG_1794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TEzqtFnCfj0/TzNf5xh-zWI/AAAAAAAACXU/ZjJtcUgbeE8/s320/IMG_1794.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here he is swimming away, I was really fascinated by the whole thing. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dJRQaX8gdmU/TzNf_nEdndI/AAAAAAAACXk/Dzk2U4YcyS4/s1600/IMG_1795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dJRQaX8gdmU/TzNf_nEdndI/AAAAAAAACXk/Dzk2U4YcyS4/s320/IMG_1795.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The tiger jumped off the rocks into the water and swam and touched the white paddle that the trainer was holding, then a whistle would blow and he swam to the other side of the water, hopped on the rocks and went and did some more things clear on the other side with another trainer. &amp;nbsp;Pretty amazing animal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mv_460K7TWs/TzNgC8aONQI/AAAAAAAACXs/wtKWRWWsdWY/s1600/IMG_1796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mv_460K7TWs/TzNgC8aONQI/AAAAAAAACXs/wtKWRWWsdWY/s320/IMG_1796.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kasen and James right next to a tiger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LtuJ_Yzl8NY/TzNgFfHe4vI/AAAAAAAACX0/mIo6KBlOg1A/s1600/IMG_1797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LtuJ_Yzl8NY/TzNgFfHe4vI/AAAAAAAACX0/mIo6KBlOg1A/s320/IMG_1797.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here he was being fed meat that smelled Horrible! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AAvuDDleLXo/TzNgGUoaJbI/AAAAAAAACX8/hVvKPwZPVoE/s1600/IMG_1798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AAvuDDleLXo/TzNgGUoaJbI/AAAAAAAACX8/hVvKPwZPVoE/s320/IMG_1798.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids next to the tiger, Heran. &amp;nbsp;He was so cool to watch. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TSJvFyiXrTo/TzNgH7EARHI/AAAAAAAACYE/5xFvqw9DUwE/s1600/IMG_1800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TSJvFyiXrTo/TzNgH7EARHI/AAAAAAAACYE/5xFvqw9DUwE/s320/IMG_1800.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And ending our trip on our way out getting a few good pictures with the shark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SsrA42sEBwk/TzNgJDfHZYI/AAAAAAAACYM/mNTLjrzOcGc/s1600/IMG_1801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SsrA42sEBwk/TzNgJDfHZYI/AAAAAAAACYM/mNTLjrzOcGc/s320/IMG_1801.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a fun day we had at the Aquarium. &amp;nbsp;Next time we visit we will be going to the museum, I hear that's pretty cool too. &amp;nbsp;It was a great day with Kasen and his cousins. &amp;nbsp;We loved it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYe4F20TPcI/TzNgKhBD-2I/AAAAAAAACYU/qXglbbygzxk/s1600/IMG_1802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYe4F20TPcI/TzNgKhBD-2I/AAAAAAAACYU/qXglbbygzxk/s320/IMG_1802.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-5064532222383328023?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/5064532222383328023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=5064532222383328023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/5064532222383328023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/5064532222383328023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2012/02/denver-aquarium.html' title='Denver Aquarium'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2JcqqvigeD4/TzNfRAUPy-I/AAAAAAAACVE/WABQEaK4Y8E/s72-c/IMG_1767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-533420354428209069</id><published>2012-02-08T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T21:52:52.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to CO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, here we are again, left without a Dad for 2 weeks, which is sad cause we really really miss Tate, but it's really great too because that means that we LOAD up and head for a nice long trip to COLORADO. &amp;nbsp;We love LOVE our trips to visit our family, and it's even sweeter because Linda and Bobby moved here not too long ago so we get to see them too, which is just an AWESOME bonus. &amp;nbsp;Tate was lucky enough to get to go to a hunting show in Harrisburg, PA thanks to my friend having her baby during it, since her husband is one of the big wigs at Tate's work, so he got to stay home with his Adorable little girl and Tate got to go experience something really cool. &amp;nbsp;Thanks CLAIRE:) &amp;nbsp;We love you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, Mom and Dad decided that it was about time they had another trip to see their grandkids and so they planned a little trip around the same time as me. &amp;nbsp;We met up in Rawlins and drove caravan style the rest of the way. &amp;nbsp;The even better part is that Bev and family didn't have a clue we were coming, only Joslyn, I told her the secret about a month before and she did a great great job keeping that secret. &amp;nbsp;So we met at Linda's who had been planning a fun "family" night. &amp;nbsp;We arrived at LInda's house, I got the grand &amp;nbsp;tour. &amp;nbsp;Lovely. &amp;nbsp;We waited for about 2 hours before Bev and family came. &amp;nbsp;We were all just sitting in the living room chatting and she and the kids walked in the door and were all VERY shocked and surprised that we were sitting in Linda's living room. &amp;nbsp;I love surprising Bev, it's the BEST. &amp;nbsp;We had a fun dinner, I stayed with Linda and fam for a few days and staying with Bev for the rest of my stay. &amp;nbsp;So great I get to share my time with 2 sisters. &amp;nbsp; Ah, it's great being with them. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SoLHL2WgC_M/TzNa1_jxr-I/AAAAAAAACTA/-o9ItnJlyn4/s1600/IMG_1745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SoLHL2WgC_M/TzNa1_jxr-I/AAAAAAAACTA/-o9ItnJlyn4/s320/IMG_1745.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's my dad drinking the "green smoothie" &amp;nbsp;I am completely taken and loving these by the way, just spinach, kale and a few frozen veggies with a little water. &amp;nbsp;Such a great great way to get those veggies and all the other great stuff that is in dark green leafy vegetables. &amp;nbsp;Wish he would drink one everyday, probably help him feel better:) &amp;nbsp;I know that they do me, I have had one for about 5 days straight and love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_KsmK83-M7w/TzNa3IiTONI/AAAAAAAACTI/_-1Uzy1w5dI/s1600/IMG_1746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_KsmK83-M7w/TzNa3IiTONI/AAAAAAAACTI/_-1Uzy1w5dI/s320/IMG_1746.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mom enjoying her Green smoothie, she needs to drink one everyday too:) &amp;nbsp;Linda talking to Bev about some school thing. &amp;nbsp;Very serious looking! &amp;nbsp;It's just preschool :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dFrAG856N0Q/TzNa4XLfRFI/AAAAAAAACTQ/aixkQDvcG8M/s1600/IMG_1749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dFrAG856N0Q/TzNa4XLfRFI/AAAAAAAACTQ/aixkQDvcG8M/s320/IMG_1749.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love this little picture of Alana. &amp;nbsp;She is a doll face and her and Daisha have the greatest time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U-4yOyp7VFY/TzNa5tHbuSI/AAAAAAAACTY/A42vBFEr9vE/s1600/IMG_1750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U-4yOyp7VFY/TzNa5tHbuSI/AAAAAAAACTY/A42vBFEr9vE/s320/IMG_1750.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kasen with Joslyn and Ethan. &amp;nbsp;This is right after Joslyn had just shoved Ethan's head in the snow about 5 times and he isn't very happy about that one bit. &amp;nbsp;Kasen is loving the snow and sledding, after he got over his fear of it. &amp;nbsp;He didn't want to go one bit, then Bev just put him on the sled and pushed him down really fast, he crashed in the side by the fence and loved it ever since, and has been quite the cute sledder. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LD0iiXlH6dU/TzNa6GDRPvI/AAAAAAAACTg/QA04Zcxz6nE/s1600/IMG_1751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LD0iiXlH6dU/TzNa6GDRPvI/AAAAAAAACTg/QA04Zcxz6nE/s320/IMG_1751.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hiding from Uncle Bobby, they were having a sweet snowball fight! &amp;nbsp;They had pretty good shields.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x-Ht2fhLzAs/TzNa6ygJciI/AAAAAAAACTo/wlf8KkbPq9g/s1600/IMG_1752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x-Ht2fhLzAs/TzNa6ygJciI/AAAAAAAACTo/wlf8KkbPq9g/s320/IMG_1752.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;HEre is Kasen telling everyone to stop throwing snowballs because he wasn't ready, he couldn't get his shield up very good, but it was too bad, the fight was on and he had to just get another one and try and block himself the best he could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzoVnA9AQmk/TzNa7tgfrRI/AAAAAAAACTw/iVwO2hUTwOQ/s1600/IMG_1753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzoVnA9AQmk/TzNa7tgfrRI/AAAAAAAACTw/iVwO2hUTwOQ/s320/IMG_1753.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We got to be apart of Scotts birthday celebration, this is SuperBowl Sunday. &amp;nbsp;We made a yummy dinner of Cafe Rio pork and then had cake. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLPGCbT4Pqc/TzNa9Oqr4xI/AAAAAAAACT4/7sJGog7KPZY/s1600/IMG_1754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLPGCbT4Pqc/TzNa9Oqr4xI/AAAAAAAACT4/7sJGog7KPZY/s320/IMG_1754.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kasen is definitely my sugar, treat boy and totally takes after me. &amp;nbsp;He was in sugar heaven:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NhsIqFHvqjA/TzNa984HqvI/AAAAAAAACUA/aW0QFFrlhUM/s1600/IMG_1755.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NhsIqFHvqjA/TzNa984HqvI/AAAAAAAACUA/aW0QFFrlhUM/s320/IMG_1755.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is scott, he was so funny, as he was blowing out his candles, he put his face in the cake, well he did get icing and cake in his face but he also got a candle right in the middle of his eyes that burnt the crap out of him, this pic doesn't really do it justice, he has a big scar there now. &amp;nbsp;The kids thought he was hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oL2oEt8rEcs/TzNbBp2nG5I/AAAAAAAACUI/Cfn4U4bKN8w/s1600/IMG_1756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oL2oEt8rEcs/TzNbBp2nG5I/AAAAAAAACUI/Cfn4U4bKN8w/s320/IMG_1756.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daisha Dana loving my water bottle. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iuMoWwk9rY4/TzNbCkmENnI/AAAAAAAACUQ/xMpDeFBtMiA/s1600/IMG_1757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iuMoWwk9rY4/TzNbCkmENnI/AAAAAAAACUQ/xMpDeFBtMiA/s320/IMG_1757.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Need i say more? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ckv6g8uWhSg/TzNbEk_7cRI/AAAAAAAACUY/PxIuMhAWVxI/s1600/IMG_1759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ckv6g8uWhSg/TzNbEk_7cRI/AAAAAAAACUY/PxIuMhAWVxI/s320/IMG_1759.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here she is with her bottle. &amp;nbsp;She really loves that thing and pretty soon we are going to have to get rid of it. &amp;nbsp;She is getting to old to have a bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7_0PXhI7kBY/TzNbFzyh6nI/AAAAAAAACUg/hpmxYDO7fdE/s1600/IMG_1761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7_0PXhI7kBY/TzNbFzyh6nI/AAAAAAAACUg/hpmxYDO7fdE/s320/IMG_1761.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;WE played dress up and danced around in the costumes. &amp;nbsp;Such a fun girly party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0p7pPau0o1g/TzNbHdYrA-I/AAAAAAAACUo/VHSUA0koUnM/s1600/IMG_1762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0p7pPau0o1g/TzNbHdYrA-I/AAAAAAAACUo/VHSUA0koUnM/s320/IMG_1762.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ioHCJ0AAxw/TzNbIPXnE4I/AAAAAAAACUw/W24zeBkgTBg/s1600/IMG_1763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ioHCJ0AAxw/TzNbIPXnE4I/AAAAAAAACUw/W24zeBkgTBg/s320/IMG_1763.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Her little dress made some fun jingling noises like a little gypsy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5LAF8r72ak/TzNbKFAxl0I/AAAAAAAACU4/0wWWb9PPOK8/s1600/IMG_1766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5LAF8r72ak/TzNbKFAxl0I/AAAAAAAACU4/0wWWb9PPOK8/s320/IMG_1766.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh I like this picture. &amp;nbsp;Here is Ethan holding both the little girls while watching a cute show. &amp;nbsp;They just were loving him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-533420354428209069?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/533420354428209069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=533420354428209069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/533420354428209069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/533420354428209069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2012/02/trip-to-co.html' title='Trip to CO'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SoLHL2WgC_M/TzNa1_jxr-I/AAAAAAAACTA/-o9ItnJlyn4/s72-c/IMG_1745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-1197644211948697974</id><published>2012-02-08T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T21:33:56.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I saw this idea on pinterest and thought to myself, we should totally make that. &amp;nbsp;It was so much fun. &amp;nbsp;In fact we still play with this everyday. &amp;nbsp;We dyed the rice all different colors, the ones that Kasen chose of course, and have been having a ball ever since. &amp;nbsp;We hide things and dig, we fill up all sorts of stuff with rice, and it gets all over the place, great thing is it vaccums up very nicely, so no big worries.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4wvc6tk93Mg/TzNZTRiBsMI/AAAAAAAACSY/ofC3jQ0Cgxg/s1600/IMG_1736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4wvc6tk93Mg/TzNZTRiBsMI/AAAAAAAACSY/ofC3jQ0Cgxg/s320/IMG_1736.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's also very edible. &amp;nbsp;It seemed like the only thing that Daisha really wants to do with it is eat it. &amp;nbsp;I am not too worried, it's just rice, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GrelUiWzgQ8/TzNZURtShpI/AAAAAAAACSg/zaAxL-zY3eU/s1600/IMG_1737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GrelUiWzgQ8/TzNZURtShpI/AAAAAAAACSg/zaAxL-zY3eU/s320/IMG_1737.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This one kept them pretty busy, filling up each spot in the ice tray and doing it over and over again. &amp;nbsp;Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKvTZNP-ydA/TzNZVQiix3I/AAAAAAAACSo/mPrgERyN0ho/s1600/IMG_1738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKvTZNP-ydA/TzNZVQiix3I/AAAAAAAACSo/mPrgERyN0ho/s320/IMG_1738.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daisha is very much into climbing onto EVERYTHING. &amp;nbsp;She is a little climber. &amp;nbsp;I put this chair on the table for some reason, I think to vacuum or shampoo the carpet, anyway, we had a chair on the table and Daisha just climbed right up there like she was the queen of the world. &amp;nbsp;Well she she is definitely the queen of our little world and I think that she likes her position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--u0GXduq9pY/TzNZWlKwgSI/AAAAAAAACSw/KCQXhojYYR4/s1600/IMG_1740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--u0GXduq9pY/TzNZWlKwgSI/AAAAAAAACSw/KCQXhojYYR4/s320/IMG_1740.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckxX1SpMN0w/TzNZX2cJQWI/AAAAAAAACS4/BpYpCpAERrc/s1600/IMG_1739.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckxX1SpMN0w/TzNZX2cJQWI/AAAAAAAACS4/BpYpCpAERrc/s320/IMG_1739.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She just worries me a little bit when she climbs so high. &amp;nbsp;She climbs and gets up on the table all the time and wants to be just like her big brother, but she has fallen off the table more times than I can remember. Luckily, she bounces right back after a good hug and kiss and if it's too bad a good snuggle, then goes right on climbing like she use to. &amp;nbsp;Goodness I love that girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-1197644211948697974?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/1197644211948697974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=1197644211948697974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1197644211948697974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1197644211948697974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2012/02/rainbow-rice.html' title='Rainbow Rice'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4wvc6tk93Mg/TzNZTRiBsMI/AAAAAAAACSY/ofC3jQ0Cgxg/s72-c/IMG_1736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-7847754191127716868</id><published>2012-02-08T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T21:27:27.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sink Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lately Daisha has really enjoyed playing in the sink. &amp;nbsp;The things we do to entertain everyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyvHNGWWW90/TzNXvUHfL-I/AAAAAAAACRY/IqVrent5__M/s1600/IMG_1730.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyvHNGWWW90/TzNXvUHfL-I/AAAAAAAACRY/IqVrent5__M/s320/IMG_1730.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;She is really into filling up a cup and then being able to pour it out, over and over again. &amp;nbsp;She loves also stacking things and putting any object into something else that it will fit into. &amp;nbsp;Her favorite by far though is to take the lid off the chapstick and put it on and off over and over again. &amp;nbsp;We have lost many a chapstick lid that way, but it really keeps her entertained for a long time. &amp;nbsp;Anything with lids, she loves putting them on and off. &amp;nbsp;She is getting really good at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEULIiQRLo8/TzNXwzPfxXI/AAAAAAAACRg/h1AosWIrU_Y/s1600/IMG_1731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEULIiQRLo8/TzNXwzPfxXI/AAAAAAAACRg/h1AosWIrU_Y/s320/IMG_1731.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh my cute little runny nose girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nFpIt3RCkdc/TzNXx3SXmBI/AAAAAAAACRo/0mSxdo7ZPaE/s1600/IMG_1732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nFpIt3RCkdc/TzNXx3SXmBI/AAAAAAAACRo/0mSxdo7ZPaE/s320/IMG_1732.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UVDfVipy6os/TzNXyjyyjsI/AAAAAAAACRw/IS7Uh16ttD4/s1600/IMG_1734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UVDfVipy6os/TzNXyjyyjsI/AAAAAAAACRw/IS7Uh16ttD4/s320/IMG_1734.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I like the color effect on my camera. &amp;nbsp;I know that there are ways that you can do this on photoshop, but I don't remember, it's been too long since my last photoshop class. &amp;nbsp;She is really into it though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_uzUPfKNs3E/TzNX1PC7r2I/AAAAAAAACR4/MXoeFnFm0Sc/s1600/IMG_1741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_uzUPfKNs3E/TzNX1PC7r2I/AAAAAAAACR4/MXoeFnFm0Sc/s320/IMG_1741.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here we are on another fun day in the sink. &amp;nbsp;Don't you worry, it is in the afternoon I do believe and both my kids still have their jammies on. &amp;nbsp;We don't mind a few days like this. &amp;nbsp;It keeps us happy and sane:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-52kM3jaldMA/TzNX2RlwV-I/AAAAAAAACSA/5_BCg0psjFc/s1600/IMG_1742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-52kM3jaldMA/TzNX2RlwV-I/AAAAAAAACSA/5_BCg0psjFc/s320/IMG_1742.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's fun to fill up bottles, put the lids back on and then squirt sisters, that's what Kasen loved to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JCLgSpyZDr0/TzNX32R5DVI/AAAAAAAACSI/lzflubaPS_k/s1600/IMG_1743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JCLgSpyZDr0/TzNX32R5DVI/AAAAAAAACSI/lzflubaPS_k/s320/IMG_1743.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDvNaHZuOKs/TzNX5MIBYlI/AAAAAAAACSQ/5b4pWtkrtMk/s1600/IMG_1744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDvNaHZuOKs/TzNX5MIBYlI/AAAAAAAACSQ/5b4pWtkrtMk/s320/IMG_1744.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Daisha in all her cuteness and very wet jammies. &amp;nbsp;It was time I think to get dressed anyway, so a good soak didn't hurt anyone. &amp;nbsp;It really works out for us all, i have a clean and scrubbed sink with no dishes and the kids get to play. &amp;nbsp;Win-Win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-7847754191127716868?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/7847754191127716868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=7847754191127716868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7847754191127716868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7847754191127716868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2012/02/sink-time.html' title='Sink Time'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyvHNGWWW90/TzNXvUHfL-I/AAAAAAAACRY/IqVrent5__M/s72-c/IMG_1730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-6272330757796371526</id><published>2012-02-08T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T21:20:38.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Forest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A while back Tate and the kiddos made this homemade forest. &amp;nbsp;All it takes is left over Christmas tree branches, dirt and a big box cut up. &amp;nbsp;It does help if you have forest animals and a weird creepy camper guy, his name is hunter Dan:) &amp;nbsp;The kids had fun and this thing stayed on my table for quite a while till I gave it the boot and it was out on the porch and eventually in the garbage. &amp;nbsp;We had a fun time with the little forest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cE2FYriO3ns/TzNWEf-kpGI/AAAAAAAACQY/EpQx1meaerQ/s1600/IMG_1716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cE2FYriO3ns/TzNWEf-kpGI/AAAAAAAACQY/EpQx1meaerQ/s320/IMG_1716.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kH9sHmwQeWQ/TzNWHPO55eI/AAAAAAAACQg/wQDkCAi-XA4/s1600/IMG_1717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kH9sHmwQeWQ/TzNWHPO55eI/AAAAAAAACQg/wQDkCAi-XA4/s320/IMG_1717.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J-ZtRKnoHKQ/TzNWIiM0rZI/AAAAAAAACQo/fJi9vNuzaNY/s1600/IMG_1718.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J-ZtRKnoHKQ/TzNWIiM0rZI/AAAAAAAACQo/fJi9vNuzaNY/s320/IMG_1718.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daisha is quite the little cheeseball lately. &amp;nbsp;She really gets into it. &amp;nbsp;I wonder if that is how I look when I act out how I want her to say "cheese" to mama with the camera:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QtufSxdcapI/TzNWKT7z-aI/AAAAAAAACQw/xLrzWzyHikc/s1600/IMG_1720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QtufSxdcapI/TzNWKT7z-aI/AAAAAAAACQw/xLrzWzyHikc/s320/IMG_1720.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Notice hunter dan up on his "ledge" spotting the elk down in the trees. &amp;nbsp;It was pretty thick, but hunter dan has great optics, so it wasn't too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cBrAuw2wF9c/TzNWMJ9uWhI/AAAAAAAACQ4/G4WEejbY0KI/s1600/IMG_1721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cBrAuw2wF9c/TzNWMJ9uWhI/AAAAAAAACQ4/G4WEejbY0KI/s320/IMG_1721.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We have a nice elk on our forest land!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MECLf4sKULs/TzNWNulBm-I/AAAAAAAACRA/LSyd8UNTtVA/s1600/IMG_1726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MECLf4sKULs/TzNWNulBm-I/AAAAAAAACRA/LSyd8UNTtVA/s320/IMG_1726.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After all that hard hunting, Dan decided that he needed a break, it got dark and he had a nice dinner over is fire, and then a few smores to top of the night and his fun hunting trip. &amp;nbsp;Notice the creepyness of the eyes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wNvfQs_4bsY/TzNWPgHb6fI/AAAAAAAACRI/s_51dpIL8NI/s1600/IMG_1728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wNvfQs_4bsY/TzNWPgHb6fI/AAAAAAAACRI/s_51dpIL8NI/s320/IMG_1728.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think that it's time for Hunter Dan to go to sleep downstairs in the bottom of the toy box. &amp;nbsp;Night night! &amp;nbsp;hope he enjoyed his marshmallow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-6272330757796371526?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/6272330757796371526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=6272330757796371526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/6272330757796371526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/6272330757796371526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2012/02/homemade-forest.html' title='Homemade Forest'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cE2FYriO3ns/TzNWEf-kpGI/AAAAAAAACQY/EpQx1meaerQ/s72-c/IMG_1716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-4711264681253640231</id><published>2012-01-27T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T08:13:01.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On semi-warm days we get to go outside and play with sidewalk chalk.&amp;nbsp; This particular day Tate and Kasen had quite an enjoyable time.&amp;nbsp; More often than not, while playing with sidewalk chalk, Kasen will paint himself to be Hulk, very green.&amp;nbsp; In this picture you can't really tell but his face was painted green and Tate is of course, blue.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aR6xaOkybAQ/TyLLm_-QxzI/AAAAAAAACPw/b11xG51nAjA/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aR6xaOkybAQ/TyLLm_-QxzI/AAAAAAAACPw/b11xG51nAjA/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We found a few extra puddings in the cupboard.&amp;nbsp; Daisha loved it.&amp;nbsp; Of course Kasen did too, but he is just a little bit more clean than Daisha.&amp;nbsp; She is really beginnig to cheese it whenever the camera gets pulled out.&amp;nbsp; She is a quick learner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWEfN5YW-o0/TyLLqw2q8ZI/AAAAAAAACP4/NJz62zEPaFY/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWEfN5YW-o0/TyLLqw2q8ZI/AAAAAAAACP4/NJz62zEPaFY/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGMietARrdo/TyLLv6ZWk-I/AAAAAAAACQA/VzWEL-LINoc/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGMietARrdo/TyLLv6ZWk-I/AAAAAAAACQA/VzWEL-LINoc/s320/006.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Saying Cheese because mom asked them too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4XDc2uzbyk/TyLLy-a_3wI/AAAAAAAACQI/j0Uy41Yk4ew/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4XDc2uzbyk/TyLLy-a_3wI/AAAAAAAACQI/j0Uy41Yk4ew/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Another day we made brownies.&amp;nbsp; Daisha sure does love that chocolate, must be related to her mother.&amp;nbsp; She had quite the time licking the spoon and the bowl.&amp;nbsp; Still working on the staying clean part, but isn't that half the fun?&amp;nbsp; I think so too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaJ_VPPheiA/TyLL3ISy7eI/AAAAAAAACQQ/eMu311Ljkok/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaJ_VPPheiA/TyLL3ISy7eI/AAAAAAAACQQ/eMu311Ljkok/s320/008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Yum!&amp;nbsp; Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-4711264681253640231?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/4711264681253640231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=4711264681253640231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4711264681253640231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4711264681253640231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2012/01/messy-faces.html' title='Messy Faces'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aR6xaOkybAQ/TyLLm_-QxzI/AAAAAAAACPw/b11xG51nAjA/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-4773765355913407759</id><published>2012-01-25T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T21:04:35.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snaps</title><content type='html'>Kasen got a hold of the camera.&amp;nbsp; He took a few good ones, and one that is a little creepy of my face, but it's all in good fun.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S6WVCnoQJHk/TyDeD41ZbyI/AAAAAAAACPA/eG3-A-ZL1Gc/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S6WVCnoQJHk/TyDeD41ZbyI/AAAAAAAACPA/eG3-A-ZL1Gc/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;we got to go to one of Tate's basketball games.&amp;nbsp; he hardly plays, but people are always calling him to be on their city league teams.&amp;nbsp; so he finally decided to go and play in a little tourney.&amp;nbsp; I miss watching him play.&amp;nbsp; It's alot of fun for me!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-61NIxoG9XXM/TyDeHFbVAYI/AAAAAAAACPI/JajMBPnRO2s/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-61NIxoG9XXM/TyDeHFbVAYI/AAAAAAAACPI/JajMBPnRO2s/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmSBXuI_MBA/TyDeOk9z5uI/AAAAAAAACPQ/xD6Ju3_7b30/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmSBXuI_MBA/TyDeOk9z5uI/AAAAAAAACPQ/xD6Ju3_7b30/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oDWGl00snAs/TyDeRp3LgeI/AAAAAAAACPY/pr4F_T6Nty0/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oDWGl00snAs/TyDeRp3LgeI/AAAAAAAACPY/pr4F_T6Nty0/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8SKCqQZZNlM/TyDeU_vB6gI/AAAAAAAACPg/YOaSxURWQYQ/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8SKCqQZZNlM/TyDeU_vB6gI/AAAAAAAACPg/YOaSxURWQYQ/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think that the bear died.&amp;nbsp; Poor bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-4773765355913407759?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/4773765355913407759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=4773765355913407759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4773765355913407759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4773765355913407759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2012/01/snaps.html' title='Snaps'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S6WVCnoQJHk/TyDeD41ZbyI/AAAAAAAACPA/eG3-A-ZL1Gc/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-6100439256720095221</id><published>2012-01-25T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T21:00:19.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Daisha decided to do a little reading a while ago. She caught herself up on the politics and going's on of Southeastern Idaho.&amp;nbsp; Really interesting.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tAF6gDIDkk/TyDdUmDZ3JI/AAAAAAAACOw/v1OPSCJpeN4/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tAF6gDIDkk/TyDdUmDZ3JI/AAAAAAAACOw/v1OPSCJpeN4/s320/011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We lowered her high chair and she loves to be able to climb in and out of it herself.&amp;nbsp; Everytime anyone goes into the kitchen, there she is right behind them up on her chair wanting more food.&amp;nbsp;Silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkuzThCfpQg/TyDdY6TWaNI/AAAAAAAACO4/0BT6zQLRDwQ/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkuzThCfpQg/TyDdY6TWaNI/AAAAAAAACO4/0BT6zQLRDwQ/s320/012.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-6100439256720095221?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/6100439256720095221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=6100439256720095221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/6100439256720095221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/6100439256720095221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-reading.html' title='Just reading'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tAF6gDIDkk/TyDdUmDZ3JI/AAAAAAAACOw/v1OPSCJpeN4/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-2345437234284267211</id><published>2012-01-25T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:57:16.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no you Didn't</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n28HoiCcowY/TyDbnPvIIuI/AAAAAAAACOg/NJcKfyyupLo/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n28HoiCcowY/TyDbnPvIIuI/AAAAAAAACOg/NJcKfyyupLo/s320/013.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As if you didn't already know,(which I hope that nobody is reading my blog that doesn't know me) &amp;nbsp;I absolutely love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Oreos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; They are my ultimate weakness, so much so that when I was in elementary school, I would save all my pennies and dimes and buy them at the store, and not let a single person have one, I ate them all my myself.&amp;nbsp; And I wonder why I have such poor eating habits, they go way back.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I got these lovely things as a Christmas present from my sister, who knows me so well:)&amp;nbsp; I had been snacking on them all holiday and then one night I went to get a few after dinner and this is what I found.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-74-2dSm4-Gw/TyDbrZiAevI/AAAAAAAACOo/_r2Yb8WTl4s/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-74-2dSm4-Gw/TyDbrZiAevI/AAAAAAAACOo/_r2Yb8WTl4s/s320/014.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The package was empty.&amp;nbsp; That is right...EMPTY.&amp;nbsp; I opened it up to find that lovely note laughing at me.&amp;nbsp; Right at me.&amp;nbsp; That is my husband for you.&amp;nbsp; Such a jokester, but this was one that wasn't funny, nobody messes with my oreos.&amp;nbsp; But after&amp;nbsp;I laughed out loud for quite a while, I knew I was safe, there was NO way Tate would have eaten the rest of my oreos, he just isn't much of a treat guy.&amp;nbsp; Don't worry, I found the sack and enjoyed the rest of my oreos.&amp;nbsp; Some jokes just aren't funny :) :) tehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-2345437234284267211?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/2345437234284267211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=2345437234284267211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/2345437234284267211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/2345437234284267211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-no-you-didnt.html' title='Oh no you Didn&apos;t'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n28HoiCcowY/TyDbnPvIIuI/AAAAAAAACOg/NJcKfyyupLo/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-6795114574142132256</id><published>2012-01-25T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:31:08.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire on Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is my little pink marshmallow.&amp;nbsp; We had a fun time over Christmas to go and hang out with some our VERY favorite people, the jolly's.&amp;nbsp; We love them so much and seriously have such a great time everytime we are with them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PtFr5z-zFtA/TyDQFCch_-I/AAAAAAAACNw/6KePRhRPXIE/s320/003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kasen starting sweeping the ice gearing up for the games.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHj8n0kuyiw/TyDQYZYll_I/AAAAAAAACN4/2JAEous-kXc/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHj8n0kuyiw/TyDQYZYll_I/AAAAAAAACN4/2JAEous-kXc/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I needed to post this picture because of Kasen's face in the background.&amp;nbsp; This is him, oh lets say, 97% of the time, he is such an intense little boy, I don't know what to do about it sometimes:)&amp;nbsp; Love it though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eI3HwDG1EKk/TyDQhMCsfEI/AAAAAAAACOA/9cBV4lxQiWc/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eI3HwDG1EKk/TyDQhMCsfEI/AAAAAAAACOA/9cBV4lxQiWc/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The family on the ice.&amp;nbsp; Darrin getting the fire going and getting the buckets to start roasting marshmallows and hot dogs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQAgeL9jptA/TyDQqA0kwyI/AAAAAAAACOI/4xXZiWm5YwI/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQAgeL9jptA/TyDQqA0kwyI/AAAAAAAACOI/4xXZiWm5YwI/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kids sitting around the fire.&amp;nbsp; Talking about what they got for Christmas and waiting for some hot chocolate:)&amp;nbsp; Yum Yum, Lisa is always prepared:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JXJpLgiyegE/TyDQtrhg-pI/AAAAAAAACOQ/Z_-_h4lu8k0/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JXJpLgiyegE/TyDQtrhg-pI/AAAAAAAACOQ/Z_-_h4lu8k0/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is Lisa, she has quickly become one of my closest and dearest friends here.&amp;nbsp; She is such a wonderful example of everything good and fun.&amp;nbsp; So glad to be here with her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPTzOxM9Y0E/TyDQ8MLFpII/AAAAAAAACOY/-K_MYltMByc/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPTzOxM9Y0E/TyDQ8MLFpII/AAAAAAAACOY/-K_MYltMByc/s320/006.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fun times with the Jolly﻿'s.&amp;nbsp; I need to take my camera with me the other times we are hanging out.&amp;nbsp; Whether it's just dinner or pinochle, it's always a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-6795114574142132256?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/6795114574142132256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=6795114574142132256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/6795114574142132256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/6795114574142132256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2012/01/fire-on-ice.html' title='Fire on Ice'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PtFr5z-zFtA/TyDQFCch_-I/AAAAAAAACNw/6KePRhRPXIE/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-7072086919918770543</id><published>2012-01-25T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T19:59:59.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The kids had a great Christmas morning.&amp;nbsp; It was so much fun to watch and enjoy them as they were excited to have presents from Santa Claus.&amp;nbsp; We had a great Christmas.&amp;nbsp; The kids were spoiled and so were we.&amp;nbsp; It's a joy to watch their eyes as they are opening gifts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xdysugtrf1o/TyCWdBYVJqI/AAAAAAAACNA/_xy03ITw_Ko/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xdysugtrf1o/TyCWdBYVJqI/AAAAAAAACNA/_xy03ITw_Ko/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kasen was the best this year.&amp;nbsp; He is getting more and more fun.&amp;nbsp; He was just going crazy with the toys he got.&amp;nbsp; He was so helpful with Daisha and made sure that she had her stocking and her gifts to open as well as his own.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvSyQL5maOA/TyCYufdOybI/AAAAAAAACNI/41NIjIcRo24/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvSyQL5maOA/TyCYufdOybI/AAAAAAAACNI/41NIjIcRo24/s320/017.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sksedlfr_R4/TyCbJC-tTaI/AAAAAAAACNQ/DsD3DJztwsA/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sksedlfr_R4/TyCbJC-tTaI/AAAAAAAACNQ/DsD3DJztwsA/s320/021.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zVKSEltUqfc/TyCdwqFttTI/AAAAAAAACNg/DLMaDSfqo1w/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zVKSEltUqfc/TyCdwqFttTI/AAAAAAAACNg/DLMaDSfqo1w/s320/022.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t2ymnQw5RSs/TyCd2lzFwLI/AAAAAAAACNo/3pv-WQVs0yM/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t2ymnQw5RSs/TyCd2lzFwLI/AAAAAAAACNo/3pv-WQVs0yM/s320/025.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kids got a play kitchen to share and we have enjoyed playing with it.&amp;nbsp; We had to hurry and get dressed for church so we got to play with it for a minute before heading to church, then came home and picked up where we left off.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nz2GqqnBDiA/TyCdFpjJUtI/AAAAAAAACNY/oVePPKUsn-4/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nz2GqqnBDiA/TyCdFpjJUtI/AAAAAAAACNY/oVePPKUsn-4/s320/024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We enjoyed Christmas this year, being together as our little family.&amp;nbsp; It is kinda quiet and low key, I kinda like it that way, but in alot of ways I miss our big families and the noise that comes with cousins:)&amp;nbsp; I made yummy ribs for our Christmas dinner, and this year was much better than last.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully in 20 years, I will have the rib making process down to an art and my kids will be excited for Christmas dinner:)&amp;nbsp; We had a wonderful sacrament meeting on Christmas day.&amp;nbsp; What a wonderful blessing we were able to attend on such a wonderful holiday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-7072086919918770543?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/7072086919918770543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=7072086919918770543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7072086919918770543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7072086919918770543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-morn.html' title='Christmas Morn'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xdysugtrf1o/TyCWdBYVJqI/AAAAAAAACNA/_xy03ITw_Ko/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-8104389792676557390</id><published>2011-12-27T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:02:40.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp; We had alot of fun at the Sorensen house.&amp;nbsp; This was our little "neighbor" gift that we took around to people.&amp;nbsp; We didn't make it to everyone that we wanted to, it got too late the night we were driving around and didn't make it out again, so sorry people we love that didn't get any.&amp;nbsp; It says Fe"Yeast" Navidad, we want to wish you a "Berry" Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Tate though it up, pretty clever I thought.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfPHyfvwMyE/Tvplo63TJXI/AAAAAAAACLU/GMGRZDHti4o/s1600/IMG_1640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfPHyfvwMyE/Tvplo63TJXI/AAAAAAAACLU/GMGRZDHti4o/s320/IMG_1640.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the two cuties opening their Christmas jammies.&amp;nbsp; They opened them about 15 minutes after they woke up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mCE-hbtW0Hk/TvplrgHW9aI/AAAAAAAACLc/2QbVbqTMBeY/s1600/IMG_1642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mCE-hbtW0Hk/TvplrgHW9aI/AAAAAAAACLc/2QbVbqTMBeY/s320/IMG_1642.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love this picture of them.&amp;nbsp; Kasen kindly helped Daisha with her wrapping paper since she was having a hard time with it, and her face is so sweet smiling at her brother.&amp;nbsp; Watching what he is doing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Mjmln0oVgA/Tvplu15w-vI/AAAAAAAACLk/UpCHUrtZNQ4/s1600/IMG_1645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Mjmln0oVgA/Tvplu15w-vI/AAAAAAAACLk/UpCHUrtZNQ4/s320/IMG_1645.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This little guy is Beary.&amp;nbsp; He decided that he wanted to wear some Christmas jammies too for a little while, he stayed nice and cozy while it lasted:)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nBKwCxqvb7o/Tvpl0vgCvNI/AAAAAAAACLs/2Y8QAkYIOWA/s1600/IMG_1646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nBKwCxqvb7o/Tvpl0vgCvNI/AAAAAAAACLs/2Y8QAkYIOWA/s320/IMG_1646.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We were talking a while ago about Christmas and I wanted to make sure that Kasen knew the reason we celebrated Christmas was because of the Savior.&amp;nbsp; We told him that it was his birthday and that was why we had Christmas and he said, "Jesus probably likes birthday cakes, what kind of cake does he want?"&amp;nbsp; So we decided to make it a tradition of making him a birthday cake and leaving some for Santa.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-93oQDeWOnkg/Tvpl5o86n5I/AAAAAAAACL0/NpiPfL6f__w/s1600/IMG_1647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-93oQDeWOnkg/Tvpl5o86n5I/AAAAAAAACL0/NpiPfL6f__w/s320/IMG_1647.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fy45kJXDSn8/TvpoidoH7pI/AAAAAAAACM4/6QcnLDWdpsc/s1600/IMG_1648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fy45kJXDSn8/TvpoidoH7pI/AAAAAAAACM4/6QcnLDWdpsc/s320/IMG_1648.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our birthday cake.&amp;nbsp; Kasen did a good job decorating it with the rest of the rainbow frosting.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDrhFtjBiFI/TvpmG39nUtI/AAAAAAAACME/Ng8kpFfORhE/s1600/IMG_1652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDrhFtjBiFI/TvpmG39nUtI/AAAAAAAACME/Ng8kpFfORhE/s320/IMG_1652.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And just becuase she was a great helper in her high chair.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8wSBORv30KY/TvpmOeerJII/AAAAAAAACMM/LnOokUFfUvs/s1600/IMG_1649.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8wSBORv30KY/TvpmOeerJII/AAAAAAAACMM/LnOokUFfUvs/s320/IMG_1649.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I came back from getting Kasen all cleaned up from the frosting mess he had all over himself and came in the kitchen to find 2 of the cutest frosting handprints.&amp;nbsp; I didn't really want to clean them up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--U8AKtUUyNs/TvpmUw-w7LI/AAAAAAAACMU/Q2kpCIiYzXw/s1600/IMG_1655.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--U8AKtUUyNs/TvpmUw-w7LI/AAAAAAAACMU/Q2kpCIiYzXw/s320/IMG_1655.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; I tried really hard to get a Christmas Eve picture of the kids before bedtime by the tree.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't too successful of a photo shoot, but we got a few of them.&amp;nbsp; They wouldn't hold still but here they are folding their arms.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pS9iA7ggW8w/TvpmcDBLNjI/AAAAAAAACMc/7_30K51nSF0/s1600/IMG_1656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pS9iA7ggW8w/TvpmcDBLNjI/AAAAAAAACMc/7_30K51nSF0/s320/IMG_1656.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kasen and a good smile.&amp;nbsp; He is always so perfect in pictures and never pulls a silly face, always polite and kind.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IS3_INUat10/TvpmfQYO7cI/AAAAAAAACMk/JFhalid3Cnw/s1600/IMG_1657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IS3_INUat10/TvpmfQYO7cI/AAAAAAAACMk/JFhalid3Cnw/s320/IMG_1657.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daisha Dana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XcQZ5yYI2fI/TvpmiiMKZ9I/AAAAAAAACMs/LfeGM7pV-w4/s1600/IMG_1658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XcQZ5yYI2fI/TvpmiiMKZ9I/AAAAAAAACMs/LfeGM7pV-w4/s320/IMG_1658.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right before we headed off to bed Daisha grabbed a present and took off.&amp;nbsp; She really wanted to open it, but we wouldn't let her, after chasing her a little bit it became a really fun game of steal the present and run away from Mom and Dad.&amp;nbsp; We eventually won, but she had a fun time trying.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kasen had a hard time going to sleep, and kept talking and talking and asking question after question.&amp;nbsp; Like if I knew something happened in the movie Kung Fu Panda that he thought was awesome.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Silly boy, it sure is fun having little kids old enough to be excited about the Christmas events.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-8104389792676557390?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/8104389792676557390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=8104389792676557390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/8104389792676557390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/8104389792676557390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfPHyfvwMyE/Tvplo63TJXI/AAAAAAAACLU/GMGRZDHti4o/s72-c/IMG_1640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-4006659346285964087</id><published>2011-12-22T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T20:44:41.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talmage Family TIme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went to visit Tate's family this past week and had a blast.&amp;nbsp; We were able to stay with Shanna and Kory on the way down and that is always a great fun time.&amp;nbsp; I got to go with her to her turbokick workout and it sure did kick my bootie.&amp;nbsp; Why is it that I can wake up at 4:45 and go with her, and it's the hardest thing in the world to wake up by 6:30 - 7 and go downstairs and run?&amp;nbsp; Not sure, if you figure it out, let me know.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WNlHfMkSHfc/TvP7gL1Y7EI/AAAAAAAACIE/7H_ugjFzRc0/s1600/IMG_1583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WNlHfMkSHfc/TvP7gL1Y7EI/AAAAAAAACIE/7H_ugjFzRc0/s320/IMG_1583.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kasen had a blast.&amp;nbsp; He had sleepovers and played all day and night with his cousins.&amp;nbsp; It's so much fun to watch him play.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A3ntIDVPm-c/TvP7lAK4YJI/AAAAAAAACIM/XdhjKxrbErw/s1600/IMG_1584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A3ntIDVPm-c/TvP7lAK4YJI/AAAAAAAACIM/XdhjKxrbErw/s320/IMG_1584.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Case and Kasen watching a show eating popcorn.&amp;nbsp; They stayed up so late that night and woke up pretty early.&amp;nbsp; Case told us that Kasen kept kicking him and putting his legs on him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_t69JEUTBw/TvP7u393cTI/AAAAAAAACIU/B3OEloNNjQk/s1600/IMG_1585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_t69JEUTBw/TvP7u393cTI/AAAAAAAACIU/B3OEloNNjQk/s320/IMG_1585.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YrdDjm-A9aA/TvP7zH-HBpI/AAAAAAAACIc/JYrNCVoCbLo/s1600/IMG_1587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YrdDjm-A9aA/TvP7zH-HBpI/AAAAAAAACIc/JYrNCVoCbLo/s320/IMG_1587.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daisha playing with Grandma's toys.&amp;nbsp; She has some good toys for all the grandkids.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tdk4qY-Y4Kk/TvP75O6mh2I/AAAAAAAACIk/Ekxt4Hfuc6s/s1600/IMG_1589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tdk4qY-Y4Kk/TvP75O6mh2I/AAAAAAAACIk/Ekxt4Hfuc6s/s320/IMG_1589.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love this face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsFk8DNDp-Y/TvP7Z2hoS5I/AAAAAAAACH8/lWpzeQh-Tjk/s1600/IMG_1596.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsFk8DNDp-Y/TvP7Z2hoS5I/AAAAAAAACH8/lWpzeQh-Tjk/s320/IMG_1596.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7e0SvjP1KE/TvP78vrGjKI/AAAAAAAACIs/r5nXzxt3aK4/s1600/IMG_1597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7e0SvjP1KE/TvP78vrGjKI/AAAAAAAACIs/r5nXzxt3aK4/s320/IMG_1597.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This kids makes me laugh!&amp;nbsp; He tries so hard to make the silliest faces ever.&amp;nbsp; I have to beg and almost yell at him to try and get him to make a nice smile for the camera.&amp;nbsp; True personality right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZCBOL7cWWA/TvP8GgiJFhI/AAAAAAAACI0/g-csdAmNm8I/s1600/IMG_1599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZCBOL7cWWA/TvP8GgiJFhI/AAAAAAAACI0/g-csdAmNm8I/s320/IMG_1599.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8k0izXUmno/TvP8Qcx-DRI/AAAAAAAACI8/X9ZfBECQxFQ/s1600/IMG_1600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8k0izXUmno/TvP8Qcx-DRI/AAAAAAAACI8/X9ZfBECQxFQ/s320/IMG_1600.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is our little&amp;nbsp;Camel and "baby Jesus" for the nativity scene at Grandma and Grandpa Sorensen's party.&amp;nbsp; We found the blankie and wrapped it around Daisha and kasen loved being the Camel.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FibHk3Y2mio/TvP8bwF6WgI/AAAAAAAACJE/Ny0DEpCH4cI/s1600/IMG_1605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FibHk3Y2mio/TvP8bwF6WgI/AAAAAAAACJE/Ny0DEpCH4cI/s320/IMG_1605.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Most of the Grandkids.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8_bViCLz8E/TvP8f24YhEI/AAAAAAAACJM/if0tWrhrveM/s1600/IMG_1607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8_bViCLz8E/TvP8f24YhEI/AAAAAAAACJM/if0tWrhrveM/s320/IMG_1607.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿Kasen and Case.&amp;nbsp; Case DId NOT want to play any part besides being Case,&amp;nbsp;He kept telling his mom he just wanted to play Case.&amp;nbsp; It was a cute try and I don't think anyone listent while Tate was reading the story of the Nativity.&amp;nbsp; I know I wasn't, which I probably shouldn't admit, but the kids were so darn cute and I needed to get alot of photos:)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favorite part of the week was that Brenda and I took a girls trip to Vernal, went shopping and out to lunch.&amp;nbsp; I still hadn't gotten her anything for Christmas, so I asked her if she would go and try some things on at Maurices, and let me get them for her.&amp;nbsp; It was so much fun.&amp;nbsp; Picking stuff out, and watching her show me the clothes she had tried on.&amp;nbsp; We found some really cute sweaters.&amp;nbsp; The next night we went to the movies.&amp;nbsp; Breaking Dawn.&amp;nbsp; I liked the movie, it was entertaining.&amp;nbsp; Lots of fun to be with my sister in law and mother in law.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a fun party with the family.&amp;nbsp; The kids got some cute things from their cousins.&amp;nbsp; Tate gave his dad a fun gift of photos of all his hunting memories that I think he liked alot.&amp;nbsp; IT's fun to get things for people that they love.&amp;nbsp; I love that part of Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Love it:)&amp;nbsp; We made it back safely home and are so happy to be here, getting ready for Christmas with our little family.&amp;nbsp; The kids are excited for Santa to come.&amp;nbsp; i am trying my hardest to get Kasen to understand the real meaning of Christmas and not be such a spoiled brat.&amp;nbsp; I am afraid&amp;nbsp; I am raising a spoiled, spoiled little boy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jNh3dNkcgnY/TvQDS3ErZKI/AAAAAAAACJg/7lACxEHuy84/s1600/IMG_1614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jNh3dNkcgnY/TvQDS3ErZKI/AAAAAAAACJg/7lACxEHuy84/s320/IMG_1614.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daisha's first attempt at a pinata.&amp;nbsp; She didn't do so bad.&amp;nbsp; The thing kept moving and she couldn't quite keep up, but I think that she really liked it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uTrkUohQlsI/TvQDYgyvd3I/AAAAAAAACJo/0MZCma5QqOc/s1600/IMG_1615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uTrkUohQlsI/TvQDYgyvd3I/AAAAAAAACJo/0MZCma5QqOc/s320/IMG_1615.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ND6sW1jSvhA/TvQDem_cQGI/AAAAAAAACJw/K7WCOlRU1pY/s1600/IMG_1616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ND6sW1jSvhA/TvQDem_cQGI/AAAAAAAACJw/K7WCOlRU1pY/s320/IMG_1616.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JfSmBcABPDI/TvQDmqKv0CI/AAAAAAAACJ4/3M69acurHuA/s1600/IMG_1618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JfSmBcABPDI/TvQDmqKv0CI/AAAAAAAACJ4/3M69acurHuA/s320/IMG_1618.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qbhFgEk-pPA/TvQDsXjfMfI/AAAAAAAACKA/7EVQEDv-5gw/s1600/IMG_1619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qbhFgEk-pPA/TvQDsXjfMfI/AAAAAAAACKA/7EVQEDv-5gw/s320/IMG_1619.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kasen tried so hard to wack that as hard as he could.&amp;nbsp; His face was so funny, very intense and very serious.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qIZeOTwS4G8/TvQDyCypw7I/AAAAAAAACKI/hQCHdnnjIH0/s1600/IMG_1620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qIZeOTwS4G8/TvQDyCypw7I/AAAAAAAACKI/hQCHdnnjIH0/s320/IMG_1620.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgTIQGvVzM0/TvQD5aXJO_I/AAAAAAAACKQ/FYyfUoXFzZU/s1600/IMG_1621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgTIQGvVzM0/TvQD5aXJO_I/AAAAAAAACKQ/FYyfUoXFzZU/s320/IMG_1621.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Candy!&amp;nbsp; Hordes and Hordes of kid and candy.&amp;nbsp; Nothing better!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OYI9w6AclAs/TvQD-q-VgRI/AAAAAAAACKY/9oH79NMM5Bk/s1600/IMG_1622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OYI9w6AclAs/TvQD-q-VgRI/AAAAAAAACKY/9oH79NMM5Bk/s320/IMG_1622.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LR9_u3o1nus/TvQEEe7ghXI/AAAAAAAACKg/2qWcxq-a6vI/s1600/IMG_1623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LR9_u3o1nus/TvQEEe7ghXI/AAAAAAAACKg/2qWcxq-a6vI/s320/IMG_1623.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tqlZ8nd7Z24/TvQEMDYcsFI/AAAAAAAACKo/9SR4hl5ilBg/s1600/IMG_1625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tqlZ8nd7Z24/TvQEMDYcsFI/AAAAAAAACKo/9SR4hl5ilBg/s320/IMG_1625.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daisha opening her first present.&amp;nbsp; Her baby doll is very cute and fun, and it's fun to watch her with it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oiyHvmS5xd8/TvQEQ4KNijI/AAAAAAAACKw/U_LsqiTtzeo/s1600/IMG_1626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oiyHvmS5xd8/TvQEQ4KNijI/AAAAAAAACKw/U_LsqiTtzeo/s320/IMG_1626.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qtckLqjvjvs/TvQEVEj8EdI/AAAAAAAACK4/4nLfmuUDpIc/s1600/IMG_1628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qtckLqjvjvs/TvQEVEj8EdI/AAAAAAAACK4/4nLfmuUDpIc/s320/IMG_1628.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FUXyRJM-EF8/TvQEaTfE9AI/AAAAAAAACLA/aCjyQxBtLX0/s1600/IMG_1632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FUXyRJM-EF8/TvQEaTfE9AI/AAAAAAAACLA/aCjyQxBtLX0/s320/IMG_1632.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Kasen LOVED his sword from Grandma and Grandpa.&amp;nbsp; They were a huge hit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDJ97VwyDEo/TvQEgFLZytI/AAAAAAAACLI/wCT2CHi8Hx4/s1600/IMG_1633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDJ97VwyDEo/TvQEgFLZytI/AAAAAAAACLI/wCT2CHi8Hx4/s320/IMG_1633.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Opening a fun stroller for her doll.&amp;nbsp; Cute girl things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-4006659346285964087?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/4006659346285964087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=4006659346285964087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4006659346285964087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4006659346285964087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/12/talmage-family-time.html' title='Talmage Family TIme'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WNlHfMkSHfc/TvP7gL1Y7EI/AAAAAAAACIE/7H_ugjFzRc0/s72-c/IMG_1583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-5296656088624144960</id><published>2011-12-22T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T19:53:28.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ylezzfK_TI/TvP6AsLp3MI/AAAAAAAACHw/IkXcwWnyCXQ/s1600/IMG_1594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ylezzfK_TI/TvP6AsLp3MI/AAAAAAAACHw/IkXcwWnyCXQ/s400/IMG_1594.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Over the time we were visiting Tate's parents and family&amp;nbsp;we celebrated 6 wonderful years of marriage.&amp;nbsp; It was pretty low key, just like all of our anniversaries have been.&amp;nbsp; Apprently that's kind of who we are:)&amp;nbsp; We went to a wonderful dinner to Pizza Hut, FYI, don't eat at the Roosevelt Pizza Hut, it's horrible. Anyway, the company was great so I can't complain too much.&amp;nbsp; I have been pretty lucky.&amp;nbsp; I really like the man I married and think he is pretty great.&amp;nbsp; I have a problem with being too mushy gushy so&amp;nbsp;I am trying to tone this post down.&amp;nbsp; I like to live in my little bubble of life and say that I have the best marriage and partner out there, and that nobody's as happy as I am.&amp;nbsp; I am glad that Heavenly Father planned it that way, he wants us all to be Happy.&amp;nbsp; I am very blessed and very happy.&amp;nbsp; Tate sure doesn't look too happy here, but&amp;nbsp;don't let that fool you:)&amp;nbsp; He smiled in the other picture, but I have a wierd face, so i chose this one:)&amp;nbsp; ha ha typical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-5296656088624144960?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/5296656088624144960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=5296656088624144960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/5296656088624144960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/5296656088624144960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/12/6-years.html' title='6 Years'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ylezzfK_TI/TvP6AsLp3MI/AAAAAAAACHw/IkXcwWnyCXQ/s72-c/IMG_1594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-1389643550712030468</id><published>2011-12-09T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:24:07.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving and Family</title><content type='html'>I have been putting off writing a post because I haven't yet uploaded my pictures, and I don'r really like to post without cute pictures to help with the story, but oh well.&amp;nbsp; We got to go to Orderville for Thanksgiving this year and that was alot of fun.&amp;nbsp; My sister DeAnna had put together our 2 annual&amp;nbsp;Turkey Top Shot.&amp;nbsp; It was Awesome.&amp;nbsp; She had all sorts of targets and gun, we got a babysitter and all the couples went out to the range to get our guns on.&amp;nbsp; We had to shoot targets to see who was the captains to choose teams.&amp;nbsp; DeAnna, Me, Taylor and Tate were on a team.&amp;nbsp; We shot water balloons hanging from a string, and tiles, and exploding targets.&amp;nbsp; I got out before i got to shoot the exploding stuff and&amp;nbsp;the clay pigeons, but it was fun to watch.&amp;nbsp; This year David was crowned the turkey top shot champion.&amp;nbsp; The next day we woke up early for the turkey trot.&amp;nbsp; And when I say we I mean the girls me, Tay, Bev and DeAnna.&amp;nbsp; I went 4 miles, Tay went 6 and Deanna and bev went 3, well lets face it, Bev woosed out before 3 but we all got our wonderful homemade heart medals.&amp;nbsp; We had a wonderful meal of turkey and potatoes and&amp;nbsp; I even made a DELICIOUS pan of sweet potatoes with a pecan crust.&amp;nbsp; It was so good.&amp;nbsp; Scott made the BIGGEST bowl of mashed potatoes that I have ever seen.&amp;nbsp; It fed 10 people for 3 days of leftovers, lots of potatoes.&amp;nbsp; Last year we ran out and he didn't want that to happen again.&amp;nbsp; The boys had their turkey tourney game at 3 so we ate and headed up to the gym.&amp;nbsp; You would think&amp;nbsp;I married a super star the way my family acts about Tate and being able to play basketball in the turkey tourney.&amp;nbsp; My boy&amp;nbsp;cousins ( who were on Tate's team)&amp;nbsp;told me everytime I walked by Thanks for marrying him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They had a great first game, and won.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Friday&amp;nbsp;morning the girls&amp;nbsp;got to play&amp;nbsp;volleyball.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I love playing, even though we&amp;nbsp;didn't win any&amp;nbsp; games, it is still fun to be able to get out and play.&amp;nbsp; The boys won their 2nd game and were in the cha mpionship.&amp;nbsp; It was a fun game because it was against George, our adopted brother and my little brother's best friend.&amp;nbsp; Saturday morning was full of more volleyball and eating leftovers and hanging out with cousins and playing in the warm sunshine.&amp;nbsp; The weather was absolutely BEAUTIFUL in Orderville.&amp;nbsp; Kasen and I hiked to the V and jumped on the tramp as much as possible.&amp;nbsp; The boys played that night in the Championship game agains the Hoyts.&amp;nbsp; And if you know anything about Valley basketball is that the Hoyts are some sort of prodigy and they are always in the turkey tourney championships.&amp;nbsp; So it was a fun game and we ended up taking home the trophy:)&amp;nbsp; It was so fun to watch and glad to say we finally won a championship:)&amp;nbsp; I still like basketball, and I especially love watching Tate play.&amp;nbsp; He certainly has been blessed with athletic ability, and I hope our kids get some of that.&amp;nbsp; We had fun nights of talking and laughing, spending time with family that we don't get to see very often.&amp;nbsp; We headed back home Sunday for me to get to practice on Monday.&amp;nbsp; What a fabulous weekend we had.&amp;nbsp; If only I could figure it out that&amp;nbsp; I got to go home for Thanksgiving every year:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-1389643550712030468?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/1389643550712030468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=1389643550712030468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1389643550712030468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1389643550712030468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanksgiving-and-family.html' title='Thanksgiving and Family'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-7618622851348081592</id><published>2011-11-14T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T16:26:23.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kasen had his first day of official preschool today.&amp;nbsp; He was excited and so were we.&amp;nbsp; Tate was home so that was great he was able to take him and fill out all the paperwork with all the other Mom's and I stayed in the car with the other children.&amp;nbsp; He looks so handsome and grown up in his new school shirt with his backpack&amp;nbsp; on.&amp;nbsp; He cried the whole time I was spiking his hair, but wanted it spikey.&amp;nbsp; The other night, we were talking to him about preschool and he got really sad and told us, "but I might be sad if you don't stay with me, what&amp;nbsp;if I don't know what to do?"&amp;nbsp; He was really worried that he wouldn't know what to do without us there.&amp;nbsp; He is starting to worry more about making mistakes and not being able to fix them.&amp;nbsp; He loves to ask questions about everything and everyone and is intrigued about learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X0gQJ2WRRyU/TsGv7s3muEI/AAAAAAAACHI/bk3URgZQdhA/s320/DSCN0502.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5G4XYtmnQEg/TsGwJVG04MI/AAAAAAAACHQ/_lx1cMdyTuc/s1600/DSCN0503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5G4XYtmnQEg/TsGwJVG04MI/AAAAAAAACHQ/_lx1cMdyTuc/s320/DSCN0503.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seriously, I am not sure if there will ever be a picture where he is not being silly and trying to pull some sort of face.&amp;nbsp; We love him anyway, and because of his sillyness:)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-7618622851348081592?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/7618622851348081592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=7618622851348081592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7618622851348081592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7618622851348081592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/11/first-day-of-preschool.html' title='First Day of Preschool'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X0gQJ2WRRyU/TsGv7s3muEI/AAAAAAAACHI/bk3URgZQdhA/s72-c/DSCN0502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-7756136038076720247</id><published>2011-11-14T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T16:17:11.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First We....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make a mess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oOy85G8XapY/TsFYanNy5gI/AAAAAAAACGo/JhwcbWiCT0Y/s1600/DSCN0494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oOy85G8XapY/TsFYanNy5gI/AAAAAAAACGo/JhwcbWiCT0Y/s320/DSCN0494.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JyrBBG6ANgU/TsFazPbLRkI/AAAAAAAACGw/d9tX7M6fciw/s1600/DSCN0495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JyrBBG6ANgU/TsFazPbLRkI/AAAAAAAACGw/d9tX7M6fciw/s320/DSCN0495.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we &lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clean it up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; She is all "into" feeding herself, so we strip down and let her go.&amp;nbsp; She ends up hardly eating anything but she is getting better and having a fun time doing it:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-luURKM3qwHc/TsFa75EcA9I/AAAAAAAACG4/UDRrZT9Qpa0/s1600/DSCN0498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-luURKM3qwHc/TsFa75EcA9I/AAAAAAAACG4/UDRrZT9Qpa0/s320/DSCN0498.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qXkbx8rz_jk/TsFbEQZR8kI/AAAAAAAACHA/Y4fUbIL6g58/s1600/DSCN0500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qXkbx8rz_jk/TsFbEQZR8kI/AAAAAAAACHA/Y4fUbIL6g58/s320/DSCN0500.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She didn't really like the bubbles and kept trying to get them off of her:)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-7756136038076720247?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/7756136038076720247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=7756136038076720247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7756136038076720247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7756136038076720247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/11/first-we.html' title='First We....'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oOy85G8XapY/TsFYanNy5gI/AAAAAAAACGo/JhwcbWiCT0Y/s72-c/DSCN0494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-1088308542908835147</id><published>2011-11-12T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T07:09:45.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come What May</title><content type='html'>I am studying for my young women lesson and came upon this Mormon message.&amp;nbsp; I just thought that it was so good and something I need in my everyday life as a reminder!!!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/tVNYhcYEwIE/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVNYhcYEwIE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVNYhcYEwIE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-1088308542908835147?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/1088308542908835147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=1088308542908835147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1088308542908835147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1088308542908835147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/11/come-what-may.html' title='Come What May'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-3931918806736808411</id><published>2011-11-04T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T15:09:20.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I was in 3rd grade I cheated in spelling.&amp;nbsp; I will never forget it.&amp;nbsp; I could never remember if Halloween had 2 l's or just 1, so I wrote it on my desk in a very good hiding spot.&amp;nbsp; The next day, I got in trouble, Imagine that, the teacher seeing the word written on the desk.&amp;nbsp; I don't quite remember the punishment, must not have been to horrible, but I will never forget the way I felt and how guilty I felt about it.&amp;nbsp; I never forget&amp;nbsp;how to spell the word Halloween anymore.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VxDUmQpUd9s/TrAzcF06qZI/AAAAAAAACEo/W728Jb2FVlQ/s1600/DSCN0482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VxDUmQpUd9s/TrAzcF06qZI/AAAAAAAACEo/W728Jb2FVlQ/s320/DSCN0482.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are my cutie pa tuties.&amp;nbsp; Kasen wasn't too thrilled about getting his picture taken seeing how he was so ready to get trick-or-treating and Daisha won't sit still for a second, so I am excited to have a few pictures of the kids on Halloween.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOoz5nM6wTQ/TrAzmCzg5pI/AAAAAAAACEw/2WQAepZ4aE4/s1600/DSCN0483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOoz5nM6wTQ/TrAzmCzg5pI/AAAAAAAACEw/2WQAepZ4aE4/s320/DSCN0483.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kasen trunk or treating in the parking lot.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure if I love trunk or treating.&amp;nbsp; I think from now on, we will do it the old fashioned way, it was utter chaos, it lasted for like 10 minutes and we had gone around, kids were everywhere, and I hardly heard any trick or treats.&amp;nbsp; Kasen and I went to a few houses in the neighbor hood afterwards and I liked that much better. We went to our old Stake Presidents house and he served Ice Cream cones and while we were leaving his grandson was dressed in a gorilla costume and was ready to scare Kasen, although he didn't get scared at all.&amp;nbsp; He kept tellling me he wasn't afraid of nothin'.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8I2jGOU6do/TrAzzaXlo2I/AAAAAAAACE4/I83QbOgOsQY/s1600/DSCN0484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8I2jGOU6do/TrAzzaXlo2I/AAAAAAAACE4/I83QbOgOsQY/s320/DSCN0484.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The next house we went to was our friends and they had a dog, they answered the door and he sure was afraid of that dog coming to the&amp;nbsp; door.&amp;nbsp; The spookiest part of his Halloween.&amp;nbsp; We then went to neighbor Wilford and Margaret.&amp;nbsp; He gave Kasen a big nice handful of the good chocolate candy:)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GkuFLLS5VwE/TrAz-tkia_I/AAAAAAAACFA/6V-pyD3swSQ/s1600/DSCN0485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GkuFLLS5VwE/TrAz-tkia_I/AAAAAAAACFA/6V-pyD3swSQ/s320/DSCN0485.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rerRnGGKeBE/TrA0KHKSrWI/AAAAAAAACFI/Z78njsZeB0o/s1600/DSCN0486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rerRnGGKeBE/TrA0KHKSrWI/AAAAAAAACFI/Z78njsZeB0o/s320/DSCN0486.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Visiting with Margaret.&amp;nbsp; We haven't seen her for a while and I really miss visiting with her.&amp;nbsp; She is wonderful. Probably one of my favorite ladies.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d2iYGE33EHw/TrA0V10syhI/AAAAAAAACFQ/svOcoBEAGlg/s1600/DSCN0487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d2iYGE33EHw/TrA0V10syhI/AAAAAAAACFQ/svOcoBEAGlg/s320/DSCN0487.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dumping out the candy.&amp;nbsp; We have plenty of candy around and luckily we had a few more trick or treaters than I thought and got to give some of theirs away.&amp;nbsp; I think that was Kasen's favorite part, answering the door and handing out handfuls of candy to each trick or treater.&amp;nbsp; He was very generous:)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L3JXeHsdjAc/TrA0dzdqWuI/AAAAAAAACFY/jbi41RldqCc/s1600/DSCN0489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L3JXeHsdjAc/TrA0dzdqWuI/AAAAAAAACFY/jbi41RldqCc/s320/DSCN0489.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just cause she is cute:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-3931918806736808411?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/3931918806736808411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=3931918806736808411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/3931918806736808411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/3931918806736808411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VxDUmQpUd9s/TrAzcF06qZI/AAAAAAAACEo/W728Jb2FVlQ/s72-c/DSCN0482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-2326972118440299651</id><published>2011-11-01T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T08:01:43.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While Mom was still here we went to Idaho Falls where her Aunt Immogene lives with mom's cousin to visit.&amp;nbsp; They had a fun little park with lots of fun leaves right by there house, so we ventured out in the cold for a little bit while the ladies visited.&amp;nbsp; It really was a bitter cold day so we didnt' stay out too long which always makes me a little annoyed, cause the sun was shining.&amp;nbsp; Daisha wasn't too thrilled about being plopped down in the leaves to have her picture taken.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KVl-PTk9yM/TrAHr7yiKkI/AAAAAAAACEI/dtKSJoptW4Q/s1600/DSCN0466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KVl-PTk9yM/TrAHr7yiKkI/AAAAAAAACEI/dtKSJoptW4Q/s320/DSCN0466.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oC_5id9gDgI/TrAH4PLIrNI/AAAAAAAACEQ/U6_Cz-25MYE/s1600/DSCN0467.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oC_5id9gDgI/TrAH4PLIrNI/AAAAAAAACEQ/U6_Cz-25MYE/s320/DSCN0467.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love the Fall time of year.&amp;nbsp; And my little munchkins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Q_sR19w1Io/TrAIDPrMtcI/AAAAAAAACEY/JAcorAw6WpA/s1600/DSCN0471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Q_sR19w1Io/TrAIDPrMtcI/AAAAAAAACEY/JAcorAw6WpA/s320/DSCN0471.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kasen making a very nice leaf angel.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aV6MA4bw-ZM/TrAIOAgxwJI/AAAAAAAACEg/31b_BG7IXog/s1600/DSCN0472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aV6MA4bw-ZM/TrAIOAgxwJI/AAAAAAAACEg/31b_BG7IXog/s320/DSCN0472.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This little pill kept running away from me while I was trying to take her picture on the playground.&amp;nbsp; She very rarely holds still these days!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-2326972118440299651?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/2326972118440299651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=2326972118440299651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/2326972118440299651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/2326972118440299651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/11/autumn-leaves.html' title='Autumn Leaves'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KVl-PTk9yM/TrAHr7yiKkI/AAAAAAAACEI/dtKSJoptW4Q/s72-c/DSCN0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-4759931129137029653</id><published>2011-11-01T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T07:50:57.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh...Work Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kasen loves "working out" on the treadmill.&amp;nbsp; After I go for my run, he is usually right up there too.&amp;nbsp; Notice the little blue and green "cd" player.&amp;nbsp; It plays some rockin' whinnie the pooh music.&amp;nbsp; He really likes the cardio intervals :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C9cDKcD2ZSc/TrAGdtbeg0I/AAAAAAAACDw/5vU81opjVxA/s1600/DSCN0460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C9cDKcD2ZSc/TrAGdtbeg0I/AAAAAAAACDw/5vU81opjVxA/s320/DSCN0460.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Needing to change his song.&amp;nbsp; He likes to mix things up a bit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88EBKLJC4hY/TrAGnVD0PdI/AAAAAAAACD4/ns-P5vboRLU/s1600/DSCN0461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88EBKLJC4hY/TrAGnVD0PdI/AAAAAAAACD4/ns-P5vboRLU/s320/DSCN0461.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daisha just hanging out with us being a cutie!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JQenAdC9X98/TrAGwqbEb6I/AAAAAAAACEA/CuY-QPw8mFQ/s1600/DSCN0463.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JQenAdC9X98/TrAGwqbEb6I/AAAAAAAACEA/CuY-QPw8mFQ/s320/DSCN0463.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-4759931129137029653?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/4759931129137029653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=4759931129137029653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4759931129137029653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4759931129137029653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/11/ahhhwork-out.html' title='Ahhh...Work Out'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C9cDKcD2ZSc/TrAGdtbeg0I/AAAAAAAACDw/5vU81opjVxA/s72-c/DSCN0460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-753688778094844289</id><published>2011-10-26T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T06:50:06.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have these cute pictures from the weekend we spent in Talmage.&amp;nbsp; We have so much fun when we visit Grandma and Grandpa.&amp;nbsp; Daisha's crazy hair cracks me up, always.&amp;nbsp; Kasen loves wearing his skeleton shirt (thank you wally world) and skeleton jammies.&amp;nbsp; I love Daisha's cheesy smile, the way she crinkles up her nose.&amp;nbsp; Just can't get enough of her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HFZGpgY9keI/TqgMqEyrAXI/AAAAAAAACDI/ZwGVQQu3RCE/s1600/DSCN0454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HFZGpgY9keI/TqgMqEyrAXI/AAAAAAAACDI/ZwGVQQu3RCE/s320/DSCN0454.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kasen and Tate working on hitting the ball with a back scratcher.&amp;nbsp; If you can hit it with a back scratcher, he should be able to hit the ball with a bat, it's the way we train:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L7gdjDG5c_o/TqgNDA5jqeI/AAAAAAAACDQ/RkH3CYdq3yk/s1600/DSCN0455.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L7gdjDG5c_o/TqgNDA5jqeI/AAAAAAAACDQ/RkH3CYdq3yk/s320/DSCN0455.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Still working on the follow through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAIVoewSNB8/TqgNPTmKzTI/AAAAAAAACDY/oX5aW536b_I/s1600/DSCN0456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAIVoewSNB8/TqgNPTmKzTI/AAAAAAAACDY/oX5aW536b_I/s320/DSCN0456.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;But the stance don't look too bad:)&amp;nbsp; He is funny, he likes to play sports, but he isnt' too "in" to one or the other.&amp;nbsp; We don't really push him to do anything, maybe that's a bad thing I don't know.&amp;nbsp; When we go places here, people just automatically think that he should be all into basketball because we were.&amp;nbsp; It's funny, and it's totally okay with us that he's 4 and doesn't have a preference:)&amp;nbsp; In my opinion that is very normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CQhPexeBQW4/TqgNa9MAe2I/AAAAAAAACDg/ZMo_ophVsT8/s1600/DSCN0457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CQhPexeBQW4/TqgNa9MAe2I/AAAAAAAACDg/ZMo_ophVsT8/s320/DSCN0457.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daisha, oh Daisha.&amp;nbsp; I just love that girl. This picture makes me smile.&amp;nbsp; I can see a little bit of me when I look at this picture and I like that.&amp;nbsp; She is definately getting more acquainted with what we call seperation anxiety.&amp;nbsp; I can't leave the room without her letting me know about it. I love it because she comes and finds me wherever I am, sometimes I have my hands full and just can't hold her all day long, that makes her sad, but we get by.&amp;nbsp; She is healthy and growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oLMFE0xlvrI/TqgNkctGA7I/AAAAAAAACDo/3P4RZAzEp2M/s1600/DSCN0458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oLMFE0xlvrI/TqgNkctGA7I/AAAAAAAACDo/3P4RZAzEp2M/s320/DSCN0458.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1 Year old Stats:)&lt;br /&gt;Height: 32.6 - 98+%&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 21 - 50%&lt;br /&gt;Head: ? - 75%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is growing healthy and strong and I am so grateful.&amp;nbsp; She is more and more confident with her walking and loves that she can just take off.&amp;nbsp; She plays pretty well with Kasen still, if he won't wrestle and tackle her.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't so much like those games.&amp;nbsp; She loves to walk around and blow on our little play recorder and make music.&amp;nbsp; She likes to stack things, put things in bowls, take things out of places, I would say what a normal 1 year old likes to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-753688778094844289?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/753688778094844289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=753688778094844289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/753688778094844289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/753688778094844289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-have-these-cute-pictures-from-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HFZGpgY9keI/TqgMqEyrAXI/AAAAAAAACDI/ZwGVQQu3RCE/s72-c/DSCN0454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-4080278414714006727</id><published>2011-10-23T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T17:25:10.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 1</title><content type='html'>Well, I am coaching the 8th grade girls basketball team here in Firth.&amp;nbsp; We have 11 girls which worked out great for me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I didn't have to cut anyone.&amp;nbsp; We had "tryouts" the first day, I just decided to call it practice and get started.&amp;nbsp; We have had 5 practices and our team has improved GREATLY!&amp;nbsp; They are fun to&amp;nbsp;get to know and it's interesting to try and coach and teach them everything that they need to know by their first game.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don't think that we will get it all by next Tuesday, but that is okay.&amp;nbsp; My favorite memory so far is teaching them rebounding.&amp;nbsp; I had them 5 on 5 around the 3-point line working on finding the offense and turning and boxing out.&amp;nbsp; I shot the ball, the defense kept letting the offense get it.&amp;nbsp; I finally just said, come on Defense, go and get the ball, you can do it.&amp;nbsp; A few girls stopped, looked at me and one said, "Oh, we are suppose to try and get the ball too?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just sighed and laughed, she didn't realize that's the point of rebounding and boxing out, to get the BALL!!!!&amp;nbsp; Oh funny stuff, they are really really hurtining the fundamental aspect of the game, but we are working on it.&amp;nbsp; I made a girl cry the 2nd day after conditioning, not sure they have ever been pushed, I love it.&amp;nbsp; They are tryying&amp;nbsp; hard and working hard to learn and get better.&amp;nbsp; It's going to be a challenge now to try and coach them in a game, and sub and do all of that.&amp;nbsp; I hope I can learn quick.&amp;nbsp; It's easy to teach them in practice and run a practice, but a game is going&amp;nbsp;a bit more of a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; My little family is still great and wonderful:)&amp;nbsp; We are loving fall and the colors of the leaves.&amp;nbsp; This is definately my favorite time of year.&amp;nbsp; Although Kasen keeps asking when it's going to be winter and actually wished for snow today.&amp;nbsp; UGH, I am not ready for it to be winter yet, it was just here and it can wait a while longer I think.&amp;nbsp; We are excited because DAISHA is officially walking everywhere.&amp;nbsp; She has a good wide stance and balances.&amp;nbsp; She goes more side to side, than front but she gets where she wants to go.&amp;nbsp; Today we had family home evening at the elementary where they have benches and a little podium.&amp;nbsp; It was cute, Kasen loves to lead and sing songs.&amp;nbsp; Daisha loved to squish the lady bug that we found.&amp;nbsp; My mom is here staying for a while again, I am so glad.&amp;nbsp; She stays with the kids while I go to practice in the morning and they stay asleep, it works out GREAT for me:)&amp;nbsp; I am working on getting our 1 year supply of foods and essentials.&amp;nbsp; It's been fun canning and doing a few things as far as that goes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think&amp;nbsp;I did my last batch of salsa, it was too salty, but will get eaten I think.&amp;nbsp; I am just rambling now, I need to write more often of more important fun things that we do daily, and be able to remember the cute things I think that my kids say.&amp;nbsp; Kasen is missing his Dad while he is gone for a few days at a time.&amp;nbsp; It's interesting to watch how much of an impact that a Dad has on a litte boy.&amp;nbsp; Little boys need Fathers!&amp;nbsp; Kasen had his first primary program today.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He totally rocked his part.&amp;nbsp; "The Book of Mormon is the word of God."&amp;nbsp; We practiced all week.&amp;nbsp; It's fun to watch the primary program, one of my favorite times of year in sacrament meeting.&amp;nbsp; Daisha loves to wave and smile to all the people behind us.&amp;nbsp; They love her!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Life is good!&amp;nbsp; Can't complain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-4080278414714006727?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/4080278414714006727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=4080278414714006727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4080278414714006727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4080278414714006727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/10/week-1.html' title='Week 1'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-8754846026884354818</id><published>2011-10-10T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T20:36:07.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were able to go to Talmage over the weekend to celebrate Brenda's 60th birthday party.&amp;nbsp; It was quite a surprise because I was pretty sure that Tate was going to have hunts and we were going to have to leave early Sat. morning if he even got off.&amp;nbsp; So, I wasn't prepared when he called home and said that he was taking the hunt off and we would be able to go.&amp;nbsp; We stayed home Thursday and celebrated Daisha's birthday which is the day before Brenda's and then left Friday morning and got into Talmage that afternoon.&amp;nbsp; It's always fun to be with family and be able to let Kasen play with his cousins.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BufiS5QZeB4/TpIDQfuLHZI/AAAAAAAACDA/BR-aSKggw5Y/s1600/DSC_0180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BufiS5QZeB4/TpIDQfuLHZI/AAAAAAAACDA/BR-aSKggw5Y/s640/DSC_0180.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daisha holding on to her Daddy's hands walking all over the gym.&amp;nbsp; One of her favorite activities.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_DTcywMa39k/TpICx3XzQyI/AAAAAAAACC0/NTALSkrZsEw/s1600/DSC_0173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_DTcywMa39k/TpICx3XzQyI/AAAAAAAACC0/NTALSkrZsEw/s400/DSC_0173.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Sorensen with all their grandkids.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Cute crazy bunch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ ﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hJU_2BmIiwQ/TpIDH1P24WI/AAAAAAAACC8/TARJD0LhqI8/s1600/DSC_0178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hJU_2BmIiwQ/TpIDH1P24WI/AAAAAAAACC8/TARJD0LhqI8/s400/DSC_0178.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorensen's with their spouses.&amp;nbsp; Two of the sisters were husbandless so we are missing 2 but here is the family.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ ﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POhuXzlgZ68/TpIC9Ni7teI/AAAAAAAACC4/ysb1rzwZj00/s1600/DSC_0176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POhuXzlgZ68/TpIC9Ni7teI/AAAAAAAACC4/ysb1rzwZj00/s400/DSC_0176.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roy and Brenda with their 6 children:)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dncUAeejBzQ/TpICPodAdII/AAAAAAAACCo/3MdocPN7yh4/s1600/DSC_0141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dncUAeejBzQ/TpICPodAdII/AAAAAAAACCo/3MdocPN7yh4/s400/DSC_0141.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tate and his little girl.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure if you have noticed his new stache that he is sportin'......well, apparently it was handle bar September on the ranch and he just hasn't quite let it go yet....Ha ha, Lovin' both of their faces in this picture!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uKkV4E5_xio/TpICm0ABGPI/AAAAAAAACCw/UmOMEsQ3hmk/s1600/DSC_0148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uKkV4E5_xio/TpICm0ABGPI/AAAAAAAACCw/UmOMEsQ3hmk/s400/DSC_0148.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the grandkids putting on their show for Grandma.&amp;nbsp; Their own little surprise.&amp;nbsp; They were behind the curtains, somebody had to open them up and they all sang happy birthday, it was cute.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-8754846026884354818?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/8754846026884354818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=8754846026884354818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/8754846026884354818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/8754846026884354818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/10/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BufiS5QZeB4/TpIDQfuLHZI/AAAAAAAACDA/BR-aSKggw5Y/s72-c/DSC_0180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-4303192778395341552</id><published>2011-10-09T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T11:20:11.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Year Old</title><content type='html'>Happy Happy Birthday Daisha Dana'.&amp;nbsp; We love you so much.&amp;nbsp; Your birthday was all that you ever wanted it to be.&amp;nbsp; We hung out with Dad and Kasen and played all day long.&amp;nbsp; You had a wonderful nap, we went and got you a few little toys, we bought you some pizza (your favorite:) and then had&amp;nbsp;a wonderful birthday cake that was half green and half purple.&amp;nbsp; Your dad made it special for you, he is quite the baker:)&amp;nbsp; You are such a joy to our lives.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I honestly think that was the fastest year of my life.&amp;nbsp; It seems like yesterday that we were driving to the hospital to have you.&amp;nbsp; I haven't taken her to get her year appointment yet so we don't know how much she has grown but that is coming up soon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Daisha is still working on walking, she is getting more brave every day on going out on her own.&amp;nbsp; She loves to walk around holding on to my fingers.&amp;nbsp; We would walk all day long if&amp;nbsp;I could bend over that long.&amp;nbsp; She has the most wonderful smile, she grins and crinkles up her nose.&amp;nbsp; She is getting her molars and they have given her a little bit of grief, but I think that they are almost through.&amp;nbsp; We love this little girl.&amp;nbsp; She is developing quite a cute personality and keeps us laughing every day. Kasen still likes her&amp;nbsp; Ithink, and they play pretty good together once in a while.&amp;nbsp; He likes to play a little too rough most times.&amp;nbsp; Happy Birthday.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully this year will go a little slower than the last one did.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QVW0pW87hs0/TpHQuCuk4uI/AAAAAAAACCY/IS_uzUdd-Cg/s1600/DSCN0448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QVW0pW87hs0/TpHQuCuk4uI/AAAAAAAACCY/IS_uzUdd-Cg/s320/DSCN0448.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9LkHIkOOo4/TpHQ4v0FUWI/AAAAAAAACCc/f3PWqTAlAxs/s1600/DSCN0451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9LkHIkOOo4/TpHQ4v0FUWI/AAAAAAAACCc/f3PWqTAlAxs/s320/DSCN0451.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; 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Which, don't get me wrong is wonderful, but have little to do with my little Daisha Dana!&amp;nbsp; So, I am committing from here on out a post of her own:)&amp;nbsp; Daisha is going to be sad, or I am going to be more sad for the lack of pictures, but I guess we will deal.&amp;nbsp; She is such a sweet little spirit.&amp;nbsp; Right now she is getting her molars and they are giving her heck.&amp;nbsp; I can feel one of them on the bottom right, the top right is still coming and really swollen, the top left is the one I feel most horrible about.&amp;nbsp; I honestly have NEVER seen this with a teether, but it's swollen like crazy and it's black and blue, it looks almost like a busted blood blister inside of her little tooth area.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I am not sure if that is normal or not, but I hope it gets better fast because she hasn't eaten hardly anything for the past 3 days and that is completely out of Character for her.&amp;nbsp; She still is a little angel though, she sleeps through the night and I think that I have her thumb to thank for that, but still, she has to be hungry:)&amp;nbsp; She is for the most part happy and playful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She is getting more brave at taking steps on her own.&amp;nbsp; She so far has taken 4 steps all be herself before plopping to the ground.&amp;nbsp; She loves to walk around holding my fingers.&amp;nbsp; We have done laps around our little living room and kitchen every day.&amp;nbsp; She loves it.&amp;nbsp; She is getting more hair which is so cute but she never keeps her little pony tails in.&amp;nbsp; Always pulling them out and then she is left with this mohawk sort of look the rest of the day.&amp;nbsp; It suits her just fine though:)&amp;nbsp; She is wearing little size 3 or 4 shoes depending on the&amp;nbsp; brand and loves them.&amp;nbsp; I have those wonderful soft soled ones and she loves those.&amp;nbsp; Every morning she finds them, brings it over to me and lifts up her foot.&amp;nbsp; Then she'll play with the velcro and they will come off and we will put them on again.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't much care for the way her brother "plays" with her.&amp;nbsp; Which I think she needs to just relax a little bit because he really is trying to be nice most of the time&amp;nbsp;and hug and play, but she won't have any of it.&amp;nbsp; It just bugs her to death for him to hug her or want to hold her.&amp;nbsp; If I am playing with them, then it isn't so bad, but if it's just the two of them and he is trying to touch her at all, she lets him know.&amp;nbsp; They do play so cute together if he isn't trying to touch her.&amp;nbsp; She will scoot her way down the stairs to the toys and Kasen will be playing some sort of pretend game and she will find things that she will play with and they will go and go.&amp;nbsp; It's so fun to watch.&amp;nbsp; I sat at the end of the stairs the other day and watched for a while till they caught sight of me and then it was over.&amp;nbsp; She is quite the little smiler.&amp;nbsp; She loves to look at people, wrinkle up her nose, and give them a big smile.&amp;nbsp; She really is quite the doll.&amp;nbsp; She knows what elk say, and also thinks that is what most every other animal says.&amp;nbsp; She loves to watch the horses outside, the puppy and the kitties that we see at friends houses.&amp;nbsp; She likes to stack things, and put things in piles then get them out and re-stack and re-pile and put them in a bowl or bucket or something to hold them.&amp;nbsp; Daisha loves to talk on the phone and say "hi", or sometimes we will get a "hi dad".&amp;nbsp; She is going to be 1 so soon, I can't believe it.&amp;nbsp; Can't time slow down, just a bit?&amp;nbsp; We will have a low key little party for her.&amp;nbsp; I told her Daddy that all she wanted for her birthday was to go shopping with Mom:)&amp;nbsp; I hope she will get what she wants, that is all she wanted and how mean would that be if Dad didn't get her a shopping trip with mom?&amp;nbsp; I think so too:)&amp;nbsp; Love you Daisha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-4756684721797208108?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/4756684721797208108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=4756684721797208108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4756684721797208108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4756684721797208108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/09/daisha-time.html' title='Daisha Time'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-7091346029946973053</id><published>2011-09-23T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:49:32.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Kasen.&amp;nbsp; Kasen turned 4 on the 16th.&amp;nbsp; We had a fun little pirate party for him on the saturday the 17th.&amp;nbsp; He was so excited for his birthday, counting down the sleeps til it got here.&amp;nbsp; He asked for "hunting" stuff.&amp;nbsp; Dad was all about that.&amp;nbsp; He also wanted a pirate party.&amp;nbsp; I had fun planning that:) The morning of his birthday he woke up and asked where his presents were.&amp;nbsp; He had spotted them wrapped in my bedroom the night before.&amp;nbsp; He opened them to find out he got an elk, a mule deer, a hunter guy and a hunting four-wheeler.&amp;nbsp; We played hunting till it was time for lunch.&amp;nbsp; I took him to McDonalds, let him play to his hearts content in the play place, got an ice cream then went home to wait for our guests of honor to arrive.&amp;nbsp; Tate's brother Russell and his family were kind enough to come for a visit that weekend.&amp;nbsp; We were SO EXCITED.&amp;nbsp; They have 3 little boys and they couldn't be more fun.&amp;nbsp; They finally got here and we didn't stop playing.&amp;nbsp; Tate got home and made him a cake and we had a small little birthday song and party for him that night.&amp;nbsp; Saturday morning we went to the Spud Day parade and got loaded up with candy, then came home and decorated for the big pirate party.&amp;nbsp; We had fun blowing the balloons, and Kasen just about drove me crazy with his fighting the decorations (streamers, balloons) with his sword.&amp;nbsp; It's a good thing that Bev (Russell's wife:) was here, she totally saved me from stressing too much about the party and Kasen's crazyness.&amp;nbsp; The party crew arrived.&amp;nbsp; We handed out eye patches and pirate hats and were off.&amp;nbsp; We played a game, colored our treasure maps, and then went to hunt for pirate treasure, which just so happened to be buried under the apple trees.&amp;nbsp; The treasure chest was a pinata and the kids had fun wacking it till all the golden treasure fell from the skies:)&amp;nbsp; It was fun.&amp;nbsp; Had presents, and cake and ice cream.&amp;nbsp; It was a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; I think Kasen had a fun time, he was SOOOO Exhausted from playing he could barely function.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZOz0-6kS1g/Tn0_KYlI_2I/AAAAAAAACCI/HWIZJGHvTxg/s1600/gifts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZOz0-6kS1g/Tn0_KYlI_2I/AAAAAAAACCI/HWIZJGHvTxg/s320/gifts.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Opening presents.&amp;nbsp; His friends were so kind and gave him some great fun things.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lkVtE6W5tnw/Tn0_LoTZmhI/AAAAAAAACCM/KR4g5B27Kgc/s1600/hunts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lkVtE6W5tnw/Tn0_LoTZmhI/AAAAAAAACCM/KR4g5B27Kgc/s320/hunts.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is some of the kids gearing up for the treasure hunt.&amp;nbsp; There is Tate instructing the kids on the rules of the treasure hunt.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0xT2qm71No0/Tn0_NcDsT2I/AAAAAAAACCQ/GkEdZx5Ert4/s1600/kasen22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0xT2qm71No0/Tn0_NcDsT2I/AAAAAAAACCQ/GkEdZx5Ert4/s320/kasen22.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I only got a few pictures of Kasen, he wasn't very cooperative, but here is our pirate boy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--OkdBxbI8YY/Tn0_PKMPM6I/AAAAAAAACCU/K6nMyj7bTpw/s1600/ry%253D480.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--OkdBxbI8YY/Tn0_PKMPM6I/AAAAAAAACCU/K6nMyj7bTpw/s320/ry%253D480.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saved the best for last.&amp;nbsp; My wonderful friends Shantel and Meagan made this cake for Kasen.&amp;nbsp; I am pretty lucky to have friends as wonderful and talented&amp;nbsp;as they are.&amp;nbsp; I think that they did a magnificant job.&amp;nbsp; It was a BIG HIT.&amp;nbsp; We still have the ship saved, Kasen never wants to throw it away:)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Over all it was&amp;nbsp;a fun 4 year old birthday party.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kasen as a 4 year old?&amp;nbsp; Well, lets see........Today he told me as I was trying to help him get dressed.&amp;nbsp; Mom, stop, I can do it all by myself, I am 4 now.&amp;nbsp; about 5 minutes later.&amp;nbsp; Kasen: "Mom I am just going to do whatever I want to."&amp;nbsp; Wow, I guess I am due for a child to say that to me.&amp;nbsp; I use to tell my mom that.&amp;nbsp; Recap:&amp;nbsp; "Mom, I am 12 years old, and I can take care of myself."&amp;nbsp; After she wouldn't let me play on the 7th grade basketball team while I was in 6th grade.&amp;nbsp; So mean. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kasen is such a sweet,kind and caring little boy.&amp;nbsp; He is so funny too.&amp;nbsp; I really don't know what&amp;nbsp; I did before him, I don't know who I was before him.&amp;nbsp; I am Kasen's mom and I think that rocks because I think that Kasen is quite an amazing person.&amp;nbsp; He is learning and his little brain is going non-stop all day long asking questions and trying new things.&amp;nbsp; he is excited to start his 1st year of pre-school here in a few weeks.&amp;nbsp; I think that he will have such a fun time.&amp;nbsp; he loves friends, he is very social with other kids.&amp;nbsp; He is a leader amongst them.&amp;nbsp; I hope that he is always that way, being a good example and leading his friends to choose the right.&amp;nbsp; Pressures on mom right?&amp;nbsp; I love him so much.&amp;nbsp; He is our pride and joy.&amp;nbsp; He is such a great big brother.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love you buddy.&amp;nbsp; Happy birthday.&amp;nbsp; Time sure does fly.&amp;nbsp; It seems like just a short time ago when I was in the office of my basketball coach crying and telling him I was pregnant.&amp;nbsp; Worried to what he was going to say.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; time sure goes by quick.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-7091346029946973053?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/7091346029946973053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=7091346029946973053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7091346029946973053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7091346029946973053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZOz0-6kS1g/Tn0_KYlI_2I/AAAAAAAACCI/HWIZJGHvTxg/s72-c/gifts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-9027341746042308214</id><published>2011-09-12T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T18:45:33.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Camera</title><content type='html'>Guiding season = No camera season.&amp;nbsp; I hate not having a camera.&amp;nbsp; I go through my day&amp;nbsp;and there are so many adorable things that I could snap a picture of and write cute blog posts about, but without a camera&amp;nbsp; I just forget about all the cute adorable things my kids do.&amp;nbsp; Makes me a bit sick inside, knowing I could have all these wonderful memories:) O Well.....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mom has been up with me this past week.&amp;nbsp; She is such a joy.&amp;nbsp; Pure joy.&amp;nbsp; She is leaving in the morning, Dad is here to pick her up.&amp;nbsp; We went to Rexburg the other day and spent the day with Aunt Claudia.&amp;nbsp; It's fun to visit, and to let Mom be with her sister.&amp;nbsp; We dropped her off at the Temple sat. morning while we ran errands in Idaho falls, she had a blast being independant and by herself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We have been eating fresh sweet corn out of the garden.&amp;nbsp; There is a sense of pride&amp;nbsp;when I go to my garden and pick dinner fresh!&amp;nbsp; It really makes me feel like I have accomplished something worth while.&amp;nbsp; Yum Yum.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping to freeze the rest of the corn I don't eat.&amp;nbsp; My tomatoes should be red hopefully SOON, before it freezes and so&amp;nbsp;I can make something else yummy with them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We are gearing up for Kasen's birthday.&amp;nbsp; He is going to be 4?&amp;nbsp; What?&amp;nbsp; He is so much fun.&amp;nbsp; He is so excited for is "pirate party" and I am excited too.&amp;nbsp; I have never had to plan a birthday party before, it's going to be great.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We have a bunch of friends coming and even a few cousins who we love, can't wait.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-9027341746042308214?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/9027341746042308214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=9027341746042308214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/9027341746042308214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/9027341746042308214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-camera.html' title='No Camera'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-6857845939281297102</id><published>2011-09-04T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T13:13:47.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hpzl_cQmjEc/TmO81DoEfxI/AAAAAAAACA0/Xg9sZr7hBTw/s1600/Janas+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hpzl_cQmjEc/TmO81DoEfxI/AAAAAAAACA0/Xg9sZr7hBTw/s320/Janas+001.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We canned alot of these little suckers.&amp;nbsp; I had such a great time being with my sister and cousin doing this all day long.&amp;nbsp; It was well worth the visiting to be in a hot sweaty kitchen all day:)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CqZODH-hc5Q/TmO85iRntxI/AAAAAAAACA4/VXlkFbPHdFA/s1600/Janas+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CqZODH-hc5Q/TmO85iRntxI/AAAAAAAACA4/VXlkFbPHdFA/s320/Janas+002.jpg" width="240" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On our way to the V.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uNavT7Udbw0/TmO8_7wO7KI/AAAAAAAACA8/9snKt9UKj4M/s1600/Janas+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uNavT7Udbw0/TmO8_7wO7KI/AAAAAAAACA8/9snKt9UKj4M/s320/Janas+003.jpg" width="240" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love how Colt looks like he is skipping up the hill and Kasen is practically on his hands and knees crawling up the hill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WvELUsNwmF4/TmO9HMwC8PI/AAAAAAAACBA/4QQbkSwpiUU/s1600/Janas+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WvELUsNwmF4/TmO9HMwC8PI/AAAAAAAACBA/4QQbkSwpiUU/s320/Janas+004.jpg" width="240" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt DeAnna making sure Kasen gets up alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_92cYK2BHwQ/TmO9Rz8bJJI/AAAAAAAACBE/cG5JT9burvE/s1600/Janas+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_92cYK2BHwQ/TmO9Rz8bJJI/AAAAAAAACBE/cG5JT9burvE/s320/Janas+005.jpg" width="240" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are just about to the top!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OwBSfE4cXUY/TmO9aqvQclI/AAAAAAAACBI/1XaiodgqwY0/s1600/Janas+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OwBSfE4cXUY/TmO9aqvQclI/AAAAAAAACBI/1XaiodgqwY0/s320/Janas+006.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--JTot2zPKpg/TmO9f-pCtRI/AAAAAAAACBM/14foQbfvNs0/s1600/Janas+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--JTot2zPKpg/TmO9f-pCtRI/AAAAAAAACBM/14foQbfvNs0/s320/Janas+007.jpg" width="240" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Crawling up the mountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RoRyLzjhGk4/TmO90abOiBI/AAAAAAAACBU/PtNLx8vi0Dc/s1600/Janas+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RoRyLzjhGk4/TmO90abOiBI/AAAAAAAACBU/PtNLx8vi0Dc/s320/Janas+008.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZO2d-PDCp8/TmO99qKkkqI/AAAAAAAACBY/Ur0YoMyCweQ/s1600/Janas+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZO2d-PDCp8/TmO99qKkkqI/AAAAAAAACBY/Ur0YoMyCweQ/s320/Janas+009.jpg" width="240" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are having a great hike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gCYfiPkO8Bw/TmO-CMwEiSI/AAAAAAAACBc/zfY84Gaf63M/s1600/Janas+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gCYfiPkO8Bw/TmO-CMwEiSI/AAAAAAAACBc/zfY84Gaf63M/s320/Janas+011.jpg" width="240" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We finally made it up to the top of the V.&amp;nbsp; yeah!&amp;nbsp; Kasen said.&amp;nbsp; I can see the whole city, don't worry that his c's sound a little like the sh sound.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GiatL1cJnTE/TmO-Fb9x_2I/AAAAAAAACBg/-xYnMWPW3II/s1600/Janas+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GiatL1cJnTE/TmO-Fb9x_2I/AAAAAAAACBg/-xYnMWPW3II/s320/Janas+012.jpg" width="240" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Daisha's very first time on the V.&amp;nbsp; She was a great hiker and loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VAE7pXixqP8/TmO-Lf8KZdI/AAAAAAAACBk/DT26SzgsIog/s1600/Janas+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VAE7pXixqP8/TmO-Lf8KZdI/AAAAAAAACBk/DT26SzgsIog/s320/Janas+013.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt DeAnna Dana and Daisha Dana.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jgyC-bQBlyI/TmO-ReTRVJI/AAAAAAAACBo/oiOLhoVIbso/s1600/Janas+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jgyC-bQBlyI/TmO-ReTRVJI/AAAAAAAACBo/oiOLhoVIbso/s320/Janas+015.jpg" width="240" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and Daisha on the V.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pn81UpFgDPk/TmO-W7kw6qI/AAAAAAAACBs/S-gWT7vMd-w/s1600/Janas+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pn81UpFgDPk/TmO-W7kw6qI/AAAAAAAACBs/S-gWT7vMd-w/s320/Janas+016.jpg" width="240" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My kiddos.&amp;nbsp; Notice Kasen's lovely facial expressions.&amp;nbsp; He is such a jokester.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p3EB1dCgi7E/TmO-bHV_XxI/AAAAAAAACBw/gTO4z70ax_U/s1600/Janas+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p3EB1dCgi7E/TmO-bHV_XxI/AAAAAAAACBw/gTO4z70ax_U/s320/Janas+017.jpg" width="240" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nice face guys.&amp;nbsp; I decided I am going to stop trying to smile in pictures and just make the silliest faces I can to fit in with the rest of my family.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VOUBRFkIouA/TmO-hJeg-XI/AAAAAAAACB0/7s1WcdQbBQQ/s1600/Janas+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VOUBRFkIouA/TmO-hJeg-XI/AAAAAAAACB0/7s1WcdQbBQQ/s320/Janas+020.jpg" width="240" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We love the V.&amp;nbsp; On our way up to the top, Kasen began to tell me that Grandpa had painted all the numbers on that hill.&amp;nbsp; It was quite a cute story.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zA_1LyFfcFc/TmO-pjE_r7I/AAAAAAAACB4/JPAjAAsZA9o/s1600/Janas+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zA_1LyFfcFc/TmO-pjE_r7I/AAAAAAAACB4/JPAjAAsZA9o/s320/Janas+021.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Playing in Grandpa's water.&amp;nbsp; He wasn't too happy when they messed with the sprinkler and he had to go and fix it. Oh well, they had a great time in the hot day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0gAOoYe_h4o/TmO-zvA1f9I/AAAAAAAACB8/WlKygGWBJpo/s1600/Janas+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0gAOoYe_h4o/TmO-zvA1f9I/AAAAAAAACB8/WlKygGWBJpo/s320/Janas+022.jpg" width="240" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d8zJmUYzg_Q/TmO-6a4SUHI/AAAAAAAACCA/m8YWAaCVO0k/s1600/Janas+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d8zJmUYzg_Q/TmO-6a4SUHI/AAAAAAAACCA/m8YWAaCVO0k/s320/Janas+023.jpg" width="240" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XHm09GUCzaQ/TmO_BgZ8O1I/AAAAAAAACCE/7d3jeBYXxvg/s1600/Janas+024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XHm09GUCzaQ/TmO_BgZ8O1I/AAAAAAAACCE/7d3jeBYXxvg/s320/Janas+024.jpg" width="240" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We have been having such a wonderful time visiting Grandma and Grandpa and our cousins.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-6857845939281297102?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/6857845939281297102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=6857845939281297102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/6857845939281297102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/6857845939281297102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/09/v.html' title='The V'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hpzl_cQmjEc/TmO81DoEfxI/AAAAAAAACA0/Xg9sZr7hBTw/s72-c/Janas+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-726659988963253492</id><published>2011-09-03T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T07:03:52.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O-Town</title><content type='html'>We have been in Orderville since the first of the week and have been lovin' every minute.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We have been doing alot of canning and yesterday we finished our pluot jam.&amp;nbsp; We canned around 160 jars, pints and half pints.&amp;nbsp; DeAnna attempted to make pluot juice yesterday and I am not quite so sure that she was successful, but it was still a great try:)&amp;nbsp; Kasen has been playing with cousins and going to get ice cream with Grandpa.&amp;nbsp; Grandma took him over to the elementary and picked out a few books to have.&amp;nbsp; He is spoiled like usual!!&amp;nbsp; Daisha has been having some good quality time with Grandpa.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I went and got my hair done yesterday at Michelle's and he watched her for about 2 hours.&amp;nbsp; They played and played.&amp;nbsp; I got home and Daisha started using things as a phone and talking and saying "hi".&amp;nbsp; She says hi, and it's the cutest little hi that you ever did hear:)&amp;nbsp; She is getting stronger and starting to try and stand up by herself.&amp;nbsp; Her balance is getting alot better and she is crusin' around the furniture like nobody's business.&amp;nbsp; Last night I went back and read the posts of when Kasen was this age.&amp;nbsp; Time sure does fly.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday, we took a hike to the V.&amp;nbsp; I will post pictures soon, but it was such a fun little hike.&amp;nbsp; Kasen has been wanting to do it so badly.&amp;nbsp; I held Daisha and DeAnna went along with Colt and Kasen.&amp;nbsp; WE made it to the top.&amp;nbsp; He wanted to go back up, the second we got down, and I am pretty sure we will be taking another hike today.&amp;nbsp; He is having a sleepover at Colt's house this morning.&amp;nbsp; He told me he would be brave, and have fun.&amp;nbsp; He was pretty excited.&amp;nbsp; It's wierd to see him have his own personality and opinions about life.&amp;nbsp; It's also very rewarding to watch him grow and learn things on his own and figure things out by himself.&amp;nbsp; Tate is busy guiding and we of course miss him.&amp;nbsp; Life is GREAT though and we have no complaints in the world.&amp;nbsp; Excited to get back home and check on my garden.&amp;nbsp; My corn and tomatoes should be getting really close.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully&amp;nbsp;I will have a nice stock of canned goods for this upcoming winter :)&amp;nbsp; I am hoping to can corn relish and salsa and tomatoes.&amp;nbsp; WE will see how good I do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-726659988963253492?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/726659988963253492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=726659988963253492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/726659988963253492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/726659988963253492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-town.html' title='O-Town'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-5688897494031550968</id><published>2011-08-28T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T13:13:41.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Season"</title><content type='html'>Tis the Season for guiding.&amp;nbsp; Tate started 2 weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; We are surviving and very GREAT:)&amp;nbsp; I have had a good mom week, 2 weeks in a row.&amp;nbsp; Well, not every second has been a great Mom second, but I think overall, it's been great.&amp;nbsp; We have been doing some fun stuff, playing with friends and going non stop.&amp;nbsp; Tate loves his job, that is the entire reason for us living here in Firth.&amp;nbsp; I am so glad.&amp;nbsp; I can't help but wonder if there is something bigger here, a bigger purpose for bringing us to Firth besides Elk hunting.&amp;nbsp; I think it's to be able to raise our family in this wonderful community.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I finished my last half marathon of the summer yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I ran it with my sister in law Shanna.&amp;nbsp; We had planned on running this same race 2 years ago after our wonderful Ragnar experience but things happened that she wasn't able to do it.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, my BETTY, came to the rescue and ran my 1st half marathon with me, every step of the way.&amp;nbsp; 2 years later, we were able to do this half marathon together.&amp;nbsp; We ran every step of the way together!!!&amp;nbsp; I don't mean to sound mushy, but we have this really great bond, and I can't really explain it, but it means the world to me.&amp;nbsp; We talked and laughed and teared up.&amp;nbsp; The last mile we talked about all the reasons why we run.&amp;nbsp; I kept thinking in my head before this....I run because?&amp;nbsp; I run because?&amp;nbsp; I was getting fatigued and knew it and couldn't come up with any better reason.&amp;nbsp; I told this to Shanna, she quickly reminded me of alot more reasons why she runs and why I do too.&amp;nbsp; We then passed by a cute little girl, severely handicapped waving to all the runners as they passed, we ran because she couldn't.&amp;nbsp; It was a great moment.&amp;nbsp; We sprinted across that finish line holding hands and so happy to be done.&amp;nbsp; As korky as it sounds it was so much fun.&amp;nbsp; Shanna told me last year she was making fun of the people that held hands across the finish line, but there was not way she wasn't holding my hand when we crossed:)&amp;nbsp; Love that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kasen is so big and funny.&amp;nbsp; He says the greatest things.&amp;nbsp; He is really started questioning the world around him.&amp;nbsp; Asking alot of why's and what does that mean's.&amp;nbsp; He will be 4 in a few weeks, and is very excited about his birthday.&amp;nbsp; A few nights ago, we had a sleepover in my bed, as he was falling asleep, he was breathing kind of heavy and then said.&amp;nbsp; "Mom, if you got me a &lt;a href="https://www.zquiet.com/B4/?&amp;amp;referrer=https://www.google.co.uk/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;sqi=2&amp;amp;ved=0CCwQFjAA&amp;amp;url=https://www.zquiet.com/&amp;amp;rct=j&amp;amp;q=zquiet&amp;amp;ei=XZ5aTqHuCpTciAK1xpmWCQ&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNHxYtlj4llxBxaa2LSsyp0uFprH8g"&gt;ZQuiet&lt;/a&gt;, then I wouldn't snore for our sleepover."&amp;nbsp; He has been asking for a Zquiet for his birthday for at least 6 months.&amp;nbsp; Tate and him watch the hunting show and apparently they advertise quite alot there.&amp;nbsp; Last night Tate was laying with him and he asked if he could also have an x-ray for his birthday.&amp;nbsp; Tate told him probably not, it cost alot of money and you have to go to the doctor to get one.&amp;nbsp; Well, Kasen thought for a moment and then said. "I could make a car wash and people could come and i could earn money for my x-ray by making a car wash."&amp;nbsp; He is really stuck on this car wash idea.&amp;nbsp; We showed him an x-ray thing on Tate's phone and now he is content with that, but still wants to do the&amp;nbsp;car wash to put in his money sock.&amp;nbsp; We will see how much he makes on his car wash.&amp;nbsp; He said that Wilford had a dirty car, and that maybe he could wash his car:)&amp;nbsp; He also wants to charge 20 cents and 1 penny.&amp;nbsp; Not a bad profit:)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Daisha is almost 11 months.&amp;nbsp; She is crawling all over, and cruising like crazy.&amp;nbsp; She loves climbing the stairs and gets frustrated when she gets to the top and can't&amp;nbsp; quite decide how to get down.&amp;nbsp; I have been working with her and trying to teach her how to go down the stairs safely now.&amp;nbsp; She loves to blink and make noises with her mouth and tongue.&amp;nbsp; She signs milk and more.&amp;nbsp; Not all the time, but she will do it if I try hard enough:)&amp;nbsp; She has just enough hair to put it in a little pony and even pig tails on the top of her head.&amp;nbsp; We are planning on going to Orderville in 2 days to spend time and do a little canning.&amp;nbsp; Also hit Celestes baby shower.&amp;nbsp; I also heard that there is the Kane County Demolition Derby that Saturday.&amp;nbsp; SWEETness.&amp;nbsp; Gotta love the demo derby.&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-5688897494031550968?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/5688897494031550968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=5688897494031550968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/5688897494031550968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/5688897494031550968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/08/seasonou.html' title='The &quot;Season&quot;'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-8637412381890391549</id><published>2011-08-26T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T07:51:14.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Neck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tate was home from the mountain and played with the kids.&amp;nbsp; They eventually persuaded me to join in the fun.&amp;nbsp; Here is Tate's make-shift hot tub.&amp;nbsp; He hooked the hose up to the washer warm water and made this pool nice and toasty.&amp;nbsp; Our very own red-neck hot tub, just a tad small:)&amp;nbsp; It was pretty crowded once I joined in the fun, but still warm anyway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D9QEVs8Aoos/Tlexd6WF8lI/AAAAAAAACAs/XI3wnaKDK9k/s1600/IMG_0166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D9QEVs8Aoos/Tlexd6WF8lI/AAAAAAAACAs/XI3wnaKDK9k/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't put a swim diaper on Daisha, it of course started to fill immediately and started leaving little floaty's in the water, so we just took it off, and her little bare bum was so cute in the water.&amp;nbsp; You guess it, she started making the noise, and the face.&amp;nbsp; Tate and I looked at each other in a panicky sort of way.&amp;nbsp; I grab her and hold her so she doesn't "go" in the pool.&amp;nbsp; She eventually did her business, so gross, but better than in the pool right?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXeT2nxqAwk/Tlexfse-I_I/AAAAAAAACAw/5_UMG5BVOSc/s1600/IMG_0167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXeT2nxqAwk/Tlexfse-I_I/AAAAAAAACAw/5_UMG5BVOSc/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we had a good time.&amp;nbsp; Tate and Kasen took off to get in the shower first, and left us girls to wait in the much colder water for them.&amp;nbsp; We had a good time looking at the horses and pointing to the birds.&amp;nbsp; We are so glad when Daddy comes home:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-8637412381890391549?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/8637412381890391549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=8637412381890391549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/8637412381890391549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/8637412381890391549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/08/red-neck.html' title='Red Neck'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D9QEVs8Aoos/Tlexd6WF8lI/AAAAAAAACAs/XI3wnaKDK9k/s72-c/IMG_0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-866371958092594055</id><published>2011-08-24T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T10:00:39.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Bunch....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of Cuties!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GijKZhTmytM/TlUsp5woy_I/AAAAAAAACAc/a844LP4N7-U/s1600/IMG_0168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GijKZhTmytM/TlUsp5woy_I/AAAAAAAACAc/a844LP4N7-U/s320/IMG_0168.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0HpXlSu15s/TlUsqmWFY_I/AAAAAAAACAg/WGGvmgAyinQ/s1600/IMG_0169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0HpXlSu15s/TlUsqmWFY_I/AAAAAAAACAg/WGGvmgAyinQ/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;While we were making our batch of brownies, I of course let Kasen lick the bowl.&amp;nbsp; It kept him occupied for quite a long time.&amp;nbsp; I decided next time I need to get anything done, I will just put a thin layer of brownie mix, in a bowl and that will give me time to do most anything:)&amp;nbsp; He is SO my son.&amp;nbsp; While he was licking and scraping he said, "Mom, I could eat brownies all day."&amp;nbsp; Me too Buddy, Me TOO:)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F6MJJQtwphY/TlUsuMKMwhI/AAAAAAAACAk/YeBdFeyaWXs/s1600/IMG_0121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F6MJJQtwphY/TlUsuMKMwhI/AAAAAAAACAk/YeBdFeyaWXs/s320/IMG_0121.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is our little 10 month old.&amp;nbsp; She has four teeth on bottom and 3 1/2 on the top.&amp;nbsp; Its so cute to see those little teeth in her mouth.&amp;nbsp; It makes her look different to me though, but still cute.&amp;nbsp; She loves to dance and wiggle.&amp;nbsp; She is a goof ball too.&amp;nbsp; Anytime I am feeding her, she blinks her eyes and shakes to some sort of tune and always gets a laugh out of me.&amp;nbsp; She has my rythm though, hopefully it will get better as she grows and practices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-quQkRxJDV_U/TlUsx7t0jmI/AAAAAAAACAo/pSAnxLNRPjY/s1600/IMG_0124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-quQkRxJDV_U/TlUsx7t0jmI/AAAAAAAACAo/pSAnxLNRPjY/s320/IMG_0124.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-866371958092594055?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/866371958092594055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=866371958092594055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/866371958092594055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/866371958092594055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-bunch.html' title='Just a Bunch....'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GijKZhTmytM/TlUsp5woy_I/AAAAAAAACAc/a844LP4N7-U/s72-c/IMG_0168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-5975938380113267455</id><published>2011-08-22T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T19:24:24.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EPIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The 12th and 13th of August I ran in a relay race called EPIC, from Logan to Jackson Hole.&amp;nbsp; It was intense, crazy, fun, tiring, exhilarating and all the other things I can't think of right now.&amp;nbsp; We had a wonderful Pasta party a few nights before and finalized everything about the race.&amp;nbsp; My van consisted of Liz Killpack, Stacy Taylor, Hailey Wilde, Kenna Bame and Karisa Hillman.&amp;nbsp; Boy did WE have a BLAST.&amp;nbsp; I swear, these ladies are some of the most amazing women I have ever been blessed to associate with.&amp;nbsp; The other van was filled with GREAT friends also, who we didn't see very much, but I know they had fun too:)&amp;nbsp; My first leg was a hilly 7.2 miles. It was in the heat of the day which made for a more challenging run, but I finished and was able to check it off........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nIlci7o8UK8/TlMLHQRUH2I/AAAAAAAAB_0/gE4FaqXKpJo/s1600/DSC01586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nIlci7o8UK8/TlMLHQRUH2I/AAAAAAAAB_0/gE4FaqXKpJo/s320/DSC01586.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One down, 2 more to go:)&amp;nbsp; Here&amp;nbsp; I am checking off my first run.&amp;nbsp; Whew, it was nice being the first runner in my van, I like being the first, I get it done faster and dont' have to wait around to run:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v0xUvLj7w_k/TlMLItFw_JI/AAAAAAAAB_4/F6LXMdpw4iw/s1600/DSC01616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v0xUvLj7w_k/TlMLItFw_JI/AAAAAAAAB_4/F6LXMdpw4iw/s320/DSC01616.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me, Kenna, Liz and Stacy.&amp;nbsp; So wonderfully fun:)&amp;nbsp; Our team name was Soled Out.&amp;nbsp; My favorite saying for the weekend.&amp;nbsp; "Bless your Sole."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bcrbJ5I0kik/TlMLJ7GFBzI/AAAAAAAAB_8/dA6vhhaKM6g/s1600/DSC01629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bcrbJ5I0kik/TlMLJ7GFBzI/AAAAAAAAB_8/dA6vhhaKM6g/s320/DSC01629.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Never thought I would be so happy to see a sign before, but this one I loved :)&amp;nbsp; Best sign ever:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bya4t8GEGZg/TlMLL1ERlCI/AAAAAAAACAA/bi5QNi_t9VE/s1600/DSC01634.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bya4t8GEGZg/TlMLL1ERlCI/AAAAAAAACAA/bi5QNi_t9VE/s320/DSC01634.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here we are handing off to our other van.&amp;nbsp; Waiting around for our runner!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UzpAiugfCy4/TlMLNoIacwI/AAAAAAAACAE/MeSTdxg027A/s1600/DSC01661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UzpAiugfCy4/TlMLNoIacwI/AAAAAAAACAE/MeSTdxg027A/s320/DSC01661.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After our first legs were over, we drove to Soda Springs and found a bunch of weeds to have a nice lunch/dinner of sandwiches and fruit.&amp;nbsp; We layed out our sleeping bags and tried to get some sleep but I don't think that one of us got any sleep.&amp;nbsp; My favorite, I was laying by Karisa, I sat up a little bit, I think she heard me, and she sat up and whispered, "Are you asleep?"&amp;nbsp; It reminded me of some sort of fun sleepover where you can't sleep and just want to play:)&amp;nbsp; We ended up talking for quite a while, it was so nice.&amp;nbsp; Then we decided to try and get some rest, when all the sudden, MR. head light man started running around.&amp;nbsp; A guy started running with his head light, making the most noise I have ever heard someone make while running.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2lyLQHIu95c/TlMLOFHyydI/AAAAAAAACAI/NUzayxc0fBk/s1600/DSC01666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2lyLQHIu95c/TlMLOFHyydI/AAAAAAAACAI/NUzayxc0fBk/s320/DSC01666.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kathy was kind enough to let a few of us rest in the cabin that she rented for a few hours.&amp;nbsp; I ended up going to Kenna's parents house which was a little slice of heaven, but before we left we went to get some breakfast.&amp;nbsp; I was pretty sure that&amp;nbsp; Iwasn't suppose to be in the back where the fridge was, but there was eggs in there and a hot griddle so&amp;nbsp;I whipped me up some scrambled eggs and put it on some toast.&amp;nbsp; I was craving protein and it was definately calling my name.&amp;nbsp; I then left and the team overheard the in charge lady complaing about someone being in the room with her griddle.&amp;nbsp; Oops:)&amp;nbsp; Egg sandwich never tasted better:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9aDVpWkjc84/TlMLQEp08eI/AAAAAAAACAM/rQYRbxVIPlc/s1600/DSC01670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9aDVpWkjc84/TlMLQEp08eI/AAAAAAAACAM/rQYRbxVIPlc/s320/DSC01670.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is&amp;nbsp;my last leg.&amp;nbsp; 5.3 miles.&amp;nbsp; The first 2 miles were an average 10% incline.&amp;nbsp; I swear I was so nervous and dont' remember the last time was that nervous.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't nervous about running up that hill, I knew I could make it to the top, if I had to walk the whole way I could do it.&amp;nbsp; I was nervous about doing the BEST&amp;nbsp; Icould do and making myself be a better runner and making me more mentally tough.&amp;nbsp; I made it pretty far before a bug was in my eye.&amp;nbsp; I had to stop and walk a few times, but overall I was proud of scaling that mountain.&amp;nbsp; I had the best support and teammates ever.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't have done it without them.&amp;nbsp; I then had to run another 3 miles which was harder than running up the mountain.&amp;nbsp; There were hills everywhere, small ones and you would think that after doing a 10% that a litte 3% would be nothing but it really hit me hard.&amp;nbsp; I think I ran passed 10 snakes, whether dead or alive I am not sure, but still made me jump a few times.&amp;nbsp; Man, I was so happy to be done with that run.&amp;nbsp; I can do hard things:)&amp;nbsp; Yeah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2nuS3kP4Xs/TlMLRFKWGKI/AAAAAAAACAQ/YpCU2i_8amo/s1600/DSC01686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2nuS3kP4Xs/TlMLRFKWGKI/AAAAAAAACAQ/YpCU2i_8amo/s320/DSC01686.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is our team finishing.&amp;nbsp; We finished in 33 1/2 hours.&amp;nbsp; Pretty good&amp;nbsp;I think.&amp;nbsp; Still we had a great time.&amp;nbsp; Loved it!&amp;nbsp; A few times I wondered to myself, what in the crap am I doing?&amp;nbsp; Why am I doing this?&amp;nbsp; It's all worth it crossing that line shaking those cow bells:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tmJ4BTALeZI/TlMLSypZ_CI/AAAAAAAACAU/ykGHvNnczLc/s1600/DSC01726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tmJ4BTALeZI/TlMLSypZ_CI/AAAAAAAACAU/ykGHvNnczLc/s320/DSC01726.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are missing Liz, but this is our van.&amp;nbsp; Love these ladies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAXKWc3MDcw/TlMLT61CrAI/AAAAAAAACAY/ICP6NpbuQhQ/s1600/DSC01731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAXKWc3MDcw/TlMLT61CrAI/AAAAAAAACAY/ICP6NpbuQhQ/s320/DSC01731.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿I took almost a week off, recouperated my blisters now&amp;nbsp; Iam gearing up for my last race of the year, I think.&amp;nbsp; Top of Utah Half Marathon with my sister in Law Shanna.&amp;nbsp; This is the one that really means something.&amp;nbsp; So excited.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-5975938380113267455?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/5975938380113267455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=5975938380113267455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/5975938380113267455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/5975938380113267455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/08/epic.html' title='EPIC'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nIlci7o8UK8/TlMLHQRUH2I/AAAAAAAAB_0/gE4FaqXKpJo/s72-c/DSC01586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-8945367321933249732</id><published>2011-08-09T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:19:37.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Out</title><content type='html'>Today, Kasen got sent to his room.&amp;nbsp; He got some crayons and colored all over the couch.&amp;nbsp; Isn't he over that stage?&amp;nbsp; I actually am going to admit that he really hasn't colored on too many things, I guess he just couldn't help it.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I sent him to his room and he was NOT happy about that one bit.&amp;nbsp; But life is hard sometimes.&amp;nbsp; He was crying for about 5 minutes, then would settle down.&amp;nbsp; About 5 minutes later he was crying softly and yelled downstairs.&amp;nbsp; "But Mom, how can I&amp;nbsp;do any chores if I have to be in my room?"&amp;nbsp; I then told him not to worry, there would be plenty of time for him to do chores when he was out of his room.&amp;nbsp; He then started telling me that he would eat his mac and cheese at the kitchen table instead of his little one he loves to eat at.&amp;nbsp; He finally got out of his room and had to scrub both of the couches.&amp;nbsp; I have to say, I am pretty impressed at his cleaning job, they do look a little better than they use to, even though crayon doesn't clean up so easily.&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-8945367321933249732?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/8945367321933249732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=8945367321933249732' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/8945367321933249732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/8945367321933249732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/08/time-out.html' title='Time Out'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-1370578627679672016</id><published>2011-08-06T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T14:51:52.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No More</title><content type='html'>Well, everyone, I did it.&amp;nbsp; I took the plunge.&amp;nbsp; I am taking over a NEW LEAF.&amp;nbsp; I deleted my facebook account.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; Well, it was taking over my life.&amp;nbsp; It is honestly quite imbarrassing to admit but I think I was addicted to Facebook.&amp;nbsp; Hello, my name is Jana and I am/was addicted to facebook.&amp;nbsp; Silly?&amp;nbsp; I think yes, but real?&amp;nbsp; Yes I think so.&amp;nbsp; I am going to be honest, it was a little hard last going through and actually deleting (deactivating?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I didn't know how to delete it completely?) &amp;nbsp;it, I had alot of anxiety.&amp;nbsp; I knew that is what i needed to do though.&amp;nbsp; So here I am, just going to be a better Mom, and person for not having that thing in my life!&amp;nbsp; To many of you, you have no problem of just getting on once a day and checking it out, I had it on my phone, and I was checking it constantly, for no particular reason just cause it was there and I could.&amp;nbsp; I found myself doing that all day long, so bye bye friends and acquaintances.&amp;nbsp; My blog will still be here, I love to look back and remember MY life.&amp;nbsp; Remember MY family and the things that we have done.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping to see a change in how I act throughout my life and spend my valuable time with things that are important!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-1370578627679672016?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/1370578627679672016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=1370578627679672016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1370578627679672016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1370578627679672016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-more.html' title='No More'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-6877432359429215105</id><published>2011-08-04T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T08:18:49.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This past weekend we drove to Utah and spent the weekend with Tate's family at his Dad's side family reunion.&amp;nbsp; We went to Moon Lake camping and it was a blast.&amp;nbsp; We were in a tent where as 99% of the rest of all the families had campers, but we didn't mind.&amp;nbsp; It was so much fun.&amp;nbsp; There is just something about going out into the mountains and being with your family that is just so wonderful.&amp;nbsp; The minute that we drove into the campground Kasen took off and found his cousins.&amp;nbsp; He is lucky because he has 3 boy cousins that are his exact same age and a few older boy cousins.&amp;nbsp; He played and ran with them the entire time we were there, pretty much NON stop.&amp;nbsp; Only to sleep and eat a few bites of food.&amp;nbsp; He was so EXHAUSTED by the end that he was sick.&amp;nbsp; Literally.&amp;nbsp; Poor little fella!&amp;nbsp; He took 3 naps on Monday while we were at Tate's parents house and even slept on the way home, which was nice! We played horse-shoes, which by the way am not very good at.&amp;nbsp; Tate on the other hand is quite the horse shoe player, what a stud I know:) We played alot of card games and learned a few new ones that&amp;nbsp;were way fun. &amp;nbsp;I had a good time just being able to talk with my sister in laws all weekend.&amp;nbsp; It was alot of fun.&amp;nbsp; My sister in laws went for a nice little 5 mile run in the mountains, 2 1/2 downhill and 2 1/2 all uphill.&amp;nbsp; It was a good run and so beautiful, besides the fact that it's an open range area and the cows were freaking me out.&amp;nbsp; I didn't get attacked though, so that was good.&amp;nbsp; All in all, it was a GREAT, Wonderful weekend.&amp;nbsp; Tate starts guiding in 1 1/2 weeks.&amp;nbsp; Next weekend I am running in a sweet relay race from Logan to Jackson Hole, so this was pretty much our last hoorah for the next 5 months.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BEhVX24VIEI/Tjqs9dCvP4I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/BsQlftVXILA/s1600/IMG_0111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BEhVX24VIEI/Tjqs9dCvP4I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/BsQlftVXILA/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KfHHwyVLJP0/TjqtAZ5WvQI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/Xu_W6tabKvY/s1600/IMG_0114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KfHHwyVLJP0/TjqtAZ5WvQI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/Xu_W6tabKvY/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Check out those moves.&amp;nbsp; He was striking some great poses for us:)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Being silly, silly&amp;nbsp; Kasen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PlkZwaQh3mM/Tjqs-4z4tbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/lP92q12FvnA/s1600/IMG_0113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PlkZwaQh3mM/Tjqs-4z4tbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/lP92q12FvnA/s320/IMG_0113.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0kDdQA6Lxc0/TjqtDPedv0I/AAAAAAAAB-c/8U55IokhOg8/s1600/IMG_0115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0kDdQA6Lxc0/TjqtDPedv0I/AAAAAAAAB-c/8U55IokhOg8/s320/IMG_0115.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The whole heard of boys.&amp;nbsp; Not all of them either!&amp;nbsp; yeah!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C0MFCVrpva8/TjqtEBzDrYI/AAAAAAAAB-g/W6U6QkqSfbw/s1600/IMG_0117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C0MFCVrpva8/TjqtEBzDrYI/AAAAAAAAB-g/W6U6QkqSfbw/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There is my little dirt eating girl.&amp;nbsp; She loved playing in the sand.&amp;nbsp; She loved getting down in the dirt and water even though it made me cringe when she kept eating it.&amp;nbsp; Oh well!&amp;nbsp; We were camping right, it's okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lm1mJ5DZ5HE/TjqtGCMwduI/AAAAAAAAB-k/HCJ3W_HRZOY/s1600/IMG_0118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lm1mJ5DZ5HE/TjqtGCMwduI/AAAAAAAAB-k/HCJ3W_HRZOY/s320/IMG_0118.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Getting water for the hot tub that Tate dug out.&amp;nbsp; Then getting more water for the waterfall off the hill they made.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R_OcT2gUBYo/TjqtHHuUXqI/AAAAAAAAB-o/JhM8bLpjhK4/s1600/IMG_0119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R_OcT2gUBYo/TjqtHHuUXqI/AAAAAAAAB-o/JhM8bLpjhK4/s320/IMG_0119.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So much fun.&amp;nbsp; To my wonderful surprise my good friend Kenna Bame came up with her family for a few hours on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; Kazia and Kasen are wonderful friends and did preschool with each other this past year.&amp;nbsp; It was so so great seeing her and her little kids and husband.&amp;nbsp; She is just one of those down-home GREAT people.&amp;nbsp; We are running in the race next weekend together and I couldn't be more excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-6877432359429215105?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/6877432359429215105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=6877432359429215105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/6877432359429215105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/6877432359429215105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/08/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BEhVX24VIEI/Tjqs9dCvP4I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/BsQlftVXILA/s72-c/IMG_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-7321305396744324951</id><published>2011-07-24T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T18:17:37.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mammoth Cave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The last day we were in Orderville we took a trip to Mammoth Cave on Cedar Mountain.&amp;nbsp; Grandma and Grandpa packed up the four-wheelers behind the truck and we packed up the lunches and went on a fun outing.&amp;nbsp; Kasen specifically packed his flash light for this trip, and had been excited about it since I told him about it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H1nOiSwLPdg/TizBin3v25I/AAAAAAAAB9w/voju3TC1NwA/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H1nOiSwLPdg/TizBin3v25I/AAAAAAAAB9w/voju3TC1NwA/s320/001.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zzZQmRz2AWY/TizBmFM030I/AAAAAAAAB90/QymffXfL7X4/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zzZQmRz2AWY/TizBmFM030I/AAAAAAAAB90/QymffXfL7X4/s320/002.JPG" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are are in the middle of one of the smaller caves, we had to crawl on our bellies, well I definately did, the kids just had to crawl over the rocks and duck.&amp;nbsp; Kasen was a bit nervous at first but then he loved it after we started going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2znt8a4HecY/TizBp0nfxuI/AAAAAAAAB94/mM-hM7fQ4O4/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2znt8a4HecY/TizBp0nfxuI/AAAAAAAAB94/mM-hM7fQ4O4/s320/003.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are the kids, Kasen, Kimber, Colt, Ethan, Ruger....I think that's all in this picture.&amp;nbsp; So much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-su1NjCwMoMo/TizBsVFBWoI/AAAAAAAAB98/lUVMlOYKSyY/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-su1NjCwMoMo/TizBsVFBWoI/AAAAAAAAB98/lUVMlOYKSyY/s320/004.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is sweet Joslyn ducking to be able to make it through.&amp;nbsp; She loved the caves.&amp;nbsp; We went into the really big cave and she never wanted to stop.&amp;nbsp; I took the rest of the kids back while DeAnna and her went a little way further, until Joslyn stepped right into a big mud puddle.&amp;nbsp; Silly girl...she loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_Dp7ObvI1A/TizBucv1cFI/AAAAAAAAB-A/x2Np_r092E8/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_Dp7ObvI1A/TizBucv1cFI/AAAAAAAAB-A/x2Np_r092E8/s320/005.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Kasen, mid being a bear in the cave.&amp;nbsp; He loved growling pretending he was a big bear.&amp;nbsp; Such fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwQ4Zi4xZmo/TizBxFYfEPI/AAAAAAAAB-E/of311GYxnyc/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwQ4Zi4xZmo/TizBxFYfEPI/AAAAAAAAB-E/of311GYxnyc/s320/006.JPG" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kasen and Colt playing near the bigges cave.&amp;nbsp; They were pretending to be stuck in jail and I was the guarder, I didn't let them out so easy just cause they are adorable though, I made it tough for them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-286Yd4riYMU/TizBz3SBvXI/AAAAAAAAB-I/eexyOBddeoM/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-286Yd4riYMU/TizBz3SBvXI/AAAAAAAAB-I/eexyOBddeoM/s320/007.JPG" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is the group.&amp;nbsp; Such cute kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uaw37WVPmRA/TizB2pkIy6I/AAAAAAAAB-M/KI0V36t8olc/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uaw37WVPmRA/TizB2pkIy6I/AAAAAAAAB-M/KI0V36t8olc/s320/008.JPG" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to Deanna and the family for making it such fun trip.&amp;nbsp; After going through the caves, we loaded up and drove a little way to have a picnic and get the four-wheelers off to take a fun trip.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-7321305396744324951?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/7321305396744324951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=7321305396744324951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7321305396744324951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7321305396744324951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/07/mammoth-cave.html' title='Mammoth Cave'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H1nOiSwLPdg/TizBin3v25I/AAAAAAAAB9w/voju3TC1NwA/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-8862299808193210489</id><published>2011-07-24T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T18:05:47.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Daisha Dana&amp;nbsp;and Alana Ruth.&amp;nbsp; Aren't they adorable?&amp;nbsp; We had such a fun time in Orderville with our cousins.&amp;nbsp; It was a special treat to have Bev and her kids there.&amp;nbsp; Alana is about 2 1/2 months older than Daisha, and they are so cute together already.&amp;nbsp; When it's just them two playing on the floor they are content to play for a long time, until the other cousins start coming in, it's too chaotic for them to handle and start searching for Mom.&amp;nbsp; Here they are sporting their first pony tails.&amp;nbsp; Daisha's hair is barely long and thick enough to put in a pony but we do it!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZGkCjSNS7E/TizAQMo8XVI/AAAAAAAAB9g/EiDOdUiCJAk/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZGkCjSNS7E/TizAQMo8XVI/AAAAAAAAB9g/EiDOdUiCJAk/s320/002.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HM67EG7bUlo/TizATcFSUII/AAAAAAAAB9k/_geOuPqk_yI/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HM67EG7bUlo/TizATcFSUII/AAAAAAAAB9k/_geOuPqk_yI/s320/003.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xitkgNLqdjs/TizAXC5lgsI/AAAAAAAAB9o/TiyzowkgneM/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xitkgNLqdjs/TizAXC5lgsI/AAAAAAAAB9o/TiyzowkgneM/s320/005.JPG" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kfak4YUsYW4/TizAZgad_DI/AAAAAAAAB9s/uFrDtnK6wqE/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kfak4YUsYW4/TizAZgad_DI/AAAAAAAAB9s/uFrDtnK6wqE/s320/006.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet little girls.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully they will be great friends their whole lives being good examples to each other!&amp;nbsp; Love you girlies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-8862299808193210489?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/8862299808193210489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=8862299808193210489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/8862299808193210489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/8862299808193210489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/07/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZGkCjSNS7E/TizAQMo8XVI/AAAAAAAAB9g/EiDOdUiCJAk/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-4858656310535436003</id><published>2011-07-19T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T06:58:48.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday and Half</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful birthday this past week.&amp;nbsp; Tate took me out to dinner and we drove around looking at houses that are for sell that we will probably NEVER buy, but it was fun anyway.&amp;nbsp; It isjust so NICE, so nice, to be able to go on a date with my husband, just us two, without the kids and being with him.&amp;nbsp; I like him so much.&amp;nbsp; He is just a good guy :)&amp;nbsp; On my actual birthday, Thursday, I got us all ready (me and the kids) and drove to Salt Lake to have Britny's baby shower.&amp;nbsp; It was so much fun. Bev came with Alana and my mom, some great friends and cousins were there to help celebrate Kye James into the family.&amp;nbsp; It's so much fun being with Brit.&amp;nbsp; I am excited for her and DJ and their new adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLYPKlqNnhA/TiWM556x5SI/AAAAAAAAB9M/DUElau_fKTY/s1600/0716110810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLYPKlqNnhA/TiWM556x5SI/AAAAAAAAB9M/DUElau_fKTY/s320/0716110810.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HbL7ztdT0aQ/TiWM80OIHKI/AAAAAAAAB9U/hvyB5YU8MLc/s1600/0716110832.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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DeAnna, Bev and I ran in the Bryce Canyon Half Marathon.&amp;nbsp; It was AWESOME.&amp;nbsp; I struggled with either running with Bev or just going and trying to do my best.&amp;nbsp; She had me freaked out that she was barely going to make it, and so I was actually worried about her.&amp;nbsp; (Which she rocked it and finished in 2:05, I shouldn't have been worried at all)&amp;nbsp; I wasn't too worried about DeAnna, she had been training and would definately make it, just at her pace:)&amp;nbsp; So I took off trying to do my best.&amp;nbsp; I was aiming for 1:50, but instead I made it in 1:54 which averaged out to be 8:46&amp;nbsp;per mile.&amp;nbsp; I totally was&amp;nbsp;doing great til mile 9 and that mile was 9:50 and totally threw off my groove, but&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;hit a big wall, I tried to power through and got my minutes down but I definately needed to train&amp;nbsp;for that downhill that killed my quads:)&amp;nbsp; I thought that wasn't too bad considering my last half was I think 2:04 or something like that.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I still want to get down to 1:50 but so far that is definately my PR:)&amp;nbsp; Mom and Dad came and cheered us on EARLY in the morning.&amp;nbsp; There was Dad right passed teh finish line waiting to take our pictures, which he totally missed all of us pretty much, but it was cute, and Mom waving on the other side yelling out our names with her huge smile and big wave:)&amp;nbsp; I finished, walked back and caught bev and ran in with her, then we walked back and tried to run with DeAnna, but by then I was too sore and my legs couldn't run as fast as she was going so we walked in behind her:)&amp;nbsp; We went to breakfast with Mom and Dad after at the place where Mom use to work ages ago.&amp;nbsp; It was so much fun.&amp;nbsp; I hope it becomes a YEARLY thing:)&amp;nbsp; WE will see who is having babies and who isn't:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-4858656310535436003?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/4858656310535436003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=4858656310535436003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4858656310535436003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4858656310535436003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/07/birthday-and-half.html' title='Birthday and Half'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLYPKlqNnhA/TiWM556x5SI/AAAAAAAAB9M/DUElau_fKTY/s72-c/0716110810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-3709949992655770654</id><published>2011-07-10T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T20:43:16.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mud FIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6PmI7AJfebI/ThpuGrAJ53I/AAAAAAAAB84/ieM4I60x-0c/s1600/IMG_1541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6PmI7AJfebI/ThpuGrAJ53I/AAAAAAAAB84/ieM4I60x-0c/s320/IMG_1541.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tate and Kasen had a mud fight the other night.&amp;nbsp; They fill up the hole I dug for Kasen in the garden and get dirty:)&amp;nbsp; It's so fun to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JBNpSbkSjtA/ThpuLV5TK3I/AAAAAAAAB88/vDWVem4tQ4I/s1600/IMG_1542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JBNpSbkSjtA/ThpuLV5TK3I/AAAAAAAAB88/vDWVem4tQ4I/s320/IMG_1542.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iErx32sGtEY/ThpubbxwrRI/AAAAAAAAB9I/n5zd8shNbuw/s320/IMG_1546.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kasen is showing us here that he has mud on his nose, he wouldn't put his face normal so&amp;nbsp; Iam not sure what particular spot he is trying to show me!﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;He now loves to "shower" instead of bath.&amp;nbsp; He just had to take a shower today supposidly sweating so much after playing and running around in the living room for 2 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Fine with me, he washes himself and takes a nice shower to get clean, no more fighting him to get in the tub.&amp;nbsp; My little guy is growing up :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-3709949992655770654?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/3709949992655770654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=3709949992655770654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/3709949992655770654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/3709949992655770654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/07/mud-fight.html' title='Mud FIGHT'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6PmI7AJfebI/ThpuGrAJ53I/AAAAAAAAB84/ieM4I60x-0c/s72-c/IMG_1541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-6207464356178308951</id><published>2011-07-09T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T22:00:17.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daisha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; turned &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;9 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; on the 6th.&amp;nbsp; She is such a &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt; little lady with a cute &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. --She loves my eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;--She is crawling all over the place&lt;br /&gt;--She has her 3rd tooth, all are on the bottom&lt;br /&gt;--Her eyes have finally turned brown :)&lt;br /&gt;--She has the cutest little dimples in her elbows &lt;br /&gt;--She loves to play with my teeth&lt;br /&gt;--She is learning from her Dad to like the Elk, he asks "where is the elk?" she scans the room til she finds it, and starts to clap, and talk to it.&amp;nbsp; I really do think that she likes it :)&lt;br /&gt;--She pulls herself up onto things&lt;br /&gt;--Her brother carries her everywhere and makes sure she isn't getting into stuff, which bugs her 99% of the time!&lt;br /&gt;--She loves to eat everything...I mean everything.&amp;nbsp; Dirt, rocks, grass, tamales, enchiladas, potatoes, eggs, you name it, she likes it.&amp;nbsp; As long as it is something that I am eating then she wants it, if I offer her baby food while I am eating my dinner she turns away and won't eat it.&amp;nbsp; I offer her something that I am eating and she will gobble it all up.&amp;nbsp; I had a steak the other night and she loved that as well!!&amp;nbsp; Mama's little girl ;)&lt;br /&gt;--She is a good sleeper.&amp;nbsp; Majority of the nights during the weeks she sleeps the whole night through. &lt;br /&gt;--Still LOVES her thumb.&amp;nbsp; If i dared take a picture&amp;nbsp;of her during the night, you would see her sleeping soundly with her thumb in her mouth, her right thumb!!&lt;br /&gt;--And she still loves her Mom!&amp;nbsp; She gets so excited when other people are holding her and I walk into the room, she starts to wiggle and try to get me.&amp;nbsp; I love it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have been pretty lucky as far as my children go (so far).&amp;nbsp; They both have wonderful dispositions and personalities.&amp;nbsp; Daisha is so........So GOOD.&amp;nbsp; She hardly&amp;nbsp;ever cries, she has transitioned amazingly well to the bottle only feedings and hasn't skipped a beat.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She adjusts so well to&amp;nbsp;where ever we are traveling to, she is a good&amp;nbsp;traveler for the most&amp;nbsp;part, as long as she can find her thumb!&amp;nbsp; I am one lucky mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-srINSNoYZHc/Thkw-kQqDPI/AAAAAAAAB8U/buf08krm3w4/s1600/IMG_1490.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-srINSNoYZHc/Thkw-kQqDPI/AAAAAAAAB8U/buf08krm3w4/s320/IMG_1490.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lfJegwC4Gno/ThkxXdjRpxI/AAAAAAAAB8k/L09zTp9Eo2U/s1600/IMG_1548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SAao3LvtKLc/ThcLnJ52-UI/AAAAAAAAB6w/7RaHq1MsT5c/s1600/July+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SAao3LvtKLc/ThcLnJ52-UI/AAAAAAAAB6w/7RaHq1MsT5c/s320/July+006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had such a fun 4th of July this year.&amp;nbsp; Well, weekend anyway.&amp;nbsp; We started out by driving to Tate's parents house late Thursday night after he got home from work.&amp;nbsp; WE made it around 12.&amp;nbsp; Woke up the next morning and let Kasen and Daisha just play play play with Grandma and Grandpa Sorensen.&amp;nbsp; I love them so much.&amp;nbsp; They are the greatest grandparents ever.&amp;nbsp; Kasen moved sprinklers and helped shoe Tate's horse.&amp;nbsp; He also got to go for a quick ride up the field with his Dad and Grandpa.&amp;nbsp; Awesome I know.&amp;nbsp; Daisha and I hung around and watched the going on's of the boys and visited with Grandma Brenda.&amp;nbsp; Shanna and family came&amp;nbsp;down along with his Brother who lives close and their kids, so it was beginning to be a fun place with all the cousins to play with.&amp;nbsp; Daisha had plenty of people to keep her entertained while so did Kasen.&amp;nbsp; Saturday the in-laws (Shanna, Jentri) Ran a half marathon and Brenda, Kory and Hannah did the 5k.&amp;nbsp; I was the official babysitter.&amp;nbsp; It was good to see Brenda out there doing a 5k, she finished and was pretty tickled about it I think.&amp;nbsp; I was so proud ;)&amp;nbsp; That day we got to just hang out and talk and eat and play outside.&amp;nbsp; Tate and his Dad and brother went up on the mountain to move cows and build fence and do whatever those boys do with their horses and such.&amp;nbsp; Tate was pretty excited.&amp;nbsp; He hadn't ridden his horse in ages and hadn't been to his parents house in over 6 months.&amp;nbsp; Crazy:)&amp;nbsp; I was glad that he was able to be on the mountain all day long and enjoy that time with his family.&amp;nbsp; That night we had a fun bbq and set off fireworks.&amp;nbsp; Kory, Tate's brother in law, put on quite an awesome fireworks show.&amp;nbsp; He had all the barely legal ones he could have and it was pretty awesome....and we topped it off with Aunt Ellen's carmel popcorn.&amp;nbsp; What a night!&amp;nbsp; Sunday was a pretty low key day, after church we just hung around the house and talked and played with kids.&amp;nbsp; What really is better than that?&amp;nbsp; I am not sure.&amp;nbsp; I am so glad that when I go to visit we don't always have to&amp;nbsp; be going and doing something, that we can all just spend good ol' country quality time together:)&amp;nbsp; More fireworks that night along with a nice big family dinner.&amp;nbsp; Monday I finally woke my butt out of bed and went running, geesh you would think that I could at least go if the others are doing 1/2 marathons but no, I decided to take it easy:)&amp;nbsp; I love running out at Tate's parents house.&amp;nbsp; I know quite a few different ways to go and their exact mileage from running there so many times&amp;nbsp;before.&amp;nbsp; Early in the morning, the fields and the sprinklers, I just love that stuff!&amp;nbsp; Plus I LOVE the fact that I can pretty much run in the middle of the road and I won't see a car the whole time I am out there!&amp;nbsp; We went and picked up Kasen from Case's house.&amp;nbsp; He had a sleep over at Russell and Bev's Sunday night.&amp;nbsp; How could I forget about that one.&amp;nbsp; They slept outside on the trampoline with Aunt Bev and Kasen had a blast.&amp;nbsp; He was such a trooper.&amp;nbsp; He has been excited about that sleepover for weeks.&amp;nbsp; He even called Russel and asked him if it was okay that he slept on his trampoline:)&amp;nbsp; He had such a fun time with Case and continues to tell me the funny things that Case said or did.&amp;nbsp; He told Tate and I that case was a funny kid:)&amp;nbsp; They are all pretty funny kids.&amp;nbsp; So we picked up the kids from the sleepover and went and visited Jentri while Shanna did some clothes shopping out of her closet.&amp;nbsp;I love clothes shopping out of my sisters closet, nothing better:)&amp;nbsp; Came home, packed and headed back to Idaho.&amp;nbsp; Got home and I missed my garden I was having a litle bit of anxiety about not tending to it for 3 1/2 days.&amp;nbsp; so we headed straight out and started weeding.&amp;nbsp; There is just something about weeding that is theraputic.&amp;nbsp; I would 10 times rather go outside and garden than clean my room.&amp;nbsp; Hence the fact that my room has been a disaster area for weeks now!! Anyway, we had a fun 4th of July.&amp;nbsp; Celebrated the best way, With FAMILY.&amp;nbsp; Nothing better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TcP6jw0huo4/ThcL5OIlnMI/AAAAAAAAB7E/5bhvkMQoPbU/s1600/July+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TcP6jw0huo4/ThcL5OIlnMI/AAAAAAAAB7E/5bhvkMQoPbU/s320/July+011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Zi2QO5N08I/ThcLo19NlXI/AAAAAAAAB60/Tbtf6oSwwpE/s1600/July+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Zi2QO5N08I/ThcLo19NlXI/AAAAAAAAB60/Tbtf6oSwwpE/s320/July+007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-swL7dYr2suU/ThcL2VdjsUI/AAAAAAAAB7A/GyVgneFPHOw/s1600/July+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-swL7dYr2suU/ThcL2VdjsUI/AAAAAAAAB7A/GyVgneFPHOw/s320/July+010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing better than these types of pictures.&amp;nbsp; Cherish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UpV9XZ1z_8U/ThcL76Y3yII/AAAAAAAAB7I/lOaq1yjkhx0/s1600/July+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UpV9XZ1z_8U/ThcL76Y3yII/AAAAAAAAB7I/lOaq1yjkhx0/s320/July+012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sqe_rbj-KTc/ThcL-F1KjXI/AAAAAAAAB7M/mfw8m2o2JME/s1600/July+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sqe_rbj-KTc/ThcL-F1KjXI/AAAAAAAAB7M/mfw8m2o2JME/s320/July+013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandpa's little Cowgirl.&amp;nbsp; She really does like the horses!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hFoFqrcqxok/ThcMAhachZI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/kowX8mmnx_0/s1600/July+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hFoFqrcqxok/ThcMAhachZI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/kowX8mmnx_0/s320/July+015.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg_oLjPJhBc/ThcMEH3V0TI/AAAAAAAAB7U/JF51hb7pSWs/s1600/July+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg_oLjPJhBc/ThcMEH3V0TI/AAAAAAAAB7U/JF51hb7pSWs/s320/July+016.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;WATER FIGHT.&amp;nbsp; Kasen and Case played in the water almost All day friday, well all weekend actually.&amp;nbsp; Pretty sure I changed Kasen's clothes 3 times during this little 2 hour stretch.&amp;nbsp; It was fun.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrIKylMioUg/ThcMItuPEqI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/5PfZmFj2f2g/s1600/July+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrIKylMioUg/ThcMItuPEqI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/5PfZmFj2f2g/s320/July+017.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMCzbxIhQ2c/ThcMNbtQ7rI/AAAAAAAAB7c/rp6MclqN5aE/s1600/July+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMCzbxIhQ2c/ThcMNbtQ7rI/AAAAAAAAB7c/rp6MclqN5aE/s320/July+018.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This little guy is Case.&amp;nbsp; He is so funny.&amp;nbsp; He has one of the sweetest personalities that I know.&amp;nbsp; He is 2 months older than KAsen and I am so glad they have each other.&amp;nbsp; It's going to be fun/interesting watching them grow up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LlEwMn2OjfA/ThcMRZjNDbI/AAAAAAAAB7g/Qnn6EwXi_-A/s1600/July+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LlEwMn2OjfA/ThcMRZjNDbI/AAAAAAAAB7g/Qnn6EwXi_-A/s320/July+019.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bzd8BshlbUI/ThcMV5JSQcI/AAAAAAAAB7k/4gzD4VOVl_8/s1600/July+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bzd8BshlbUI/ThcMV5JSQcI/AAAAAAAAB7k/4gzD4VOVl_8/s320/July+020.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pFdafW18sdI/ThcLsnzTSmI/AAAAAAAAB64/fplzrrsQWWg/s1600/July+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pFdafW18sdI/ThcLsnzTSmI/AAAAAAAAB64/fplzrrsQWWg/s320/July+008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This horse upbove us is one that Tate brought back when he bought the others from my Uncle Dellas.&amp;nbsp; I think it's Jeds. But Kasen is dead set that it is his black horse and he named it Shooby Shabby.&amp;nbsp; fitting I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tk3CV8OEbOQ/ThcLxaWtjyI/AAAAAAAAB68/A3_hMewIxyo/s1600/July+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tk3CV8OEbOQ/ThcLxaWtjyI/AAAAAAAAB68/A3_hMewIxyo/s320/July+009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lcd4QUYJF0E/ThcOaKGeXrI/AAAAAAAAB7o/i7v85V5VjOM/s1600/July+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lcd4QUYJF0E/ThcOaKGeXrI/AAAAAAAAB7o/i7v85V5VjOM/s320/July+023.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went to Rock Creek while visiting and went to see the Dam spilling over.&amp;nbsp; It was pretty cool seeing all the water that was coming over the walls, and feeling the wind and the mist as we got closer to the botttom.&amp;nbsp; Kasen and cousins had a blast throwing rocks in the river.&amp;nbsp; He could do that for hours I think.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zjBQ2i9QxRI/ThcOdI31ETI/AAAAAAAAB7s/BCk6MqLUnOg/s320/July+025.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me, Shanna, Jenttri...missing a few beautiful sister in laws.&amp;nbsp; Sure do love these girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nuTqHDexm4Y/ThcOg7Y4c-I/AAAAAAAAB7w/ZbD4h_s4IJ0/s1600/July+027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nuTqHDexm4Y/ThcOg7Y4c-I/AAAAAAAAB7w/ZbD4h_s4IJ0/s320/July+027.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ah, there's my girl.&amp;nbsp; She LOVES peek a boo.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XlQnTu_EXCw/ThcOjYltLwI/AAAAAAAAB70/0y0U2UzrVCk/s1600/July+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XlQnTu_EXCw/ThcOjYltLwI/AAAAAAAAB70/0y0U2UzrVCk/s320/July+028.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi pretty girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AEWaTQonMzI/ThcOl8qi-lI/AAAAAAAAB74/b1DD7YX8RJI/s1600/July+029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AEWaTQonMzI/ThcOl8qi-lI/AAAAAAAAB74/b1DD7YX8RJI/s320/July+029.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kasen loving the sparklers.&amp;nbsp; I should have bought more of these beauties, they were extra long for extra sparkler fun:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eNZ5lkWWPUI/ThcOoNsD_kI/AAAAAAAAB78/vVIIT-901Co/s1600/July+030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eNZ5lkWWPUI/ThcOoNsD_kI/AAAAAAAAB78/vVIIT-901Co/s320/July+030.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2jXXBn35tfw/ThfXUV89IuI/AAAAAAAAB8A/Wvg1IzJved8/s1600/IMG_1522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2jXXBn35tfw/ThfXUV89IuI/AAAAAAAAB8A/Wvg1IzJved8/s320/IMG_1522.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Blurry picture, but don't want to take it off...You know how long it takes to upload these suckers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kpfuwFAsRV8/ThfXeLpxzAI/AAAAAAAAB8E/-uYa3Athh8Y/s1600/IMG_1526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kpfuwFAsRV8/ThfXeLpxzAI/AAAAAAAAB8E/-uYa3Athh8Y/s320/IMG_1526.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You know your a red-neck when you use a blow torch thingy to light the grandkids sparklers:)&amp;nbsp; Seriously, he is the best father in law ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wi_4cVdQAu4/ThfXoPg0EsI/AAAAAAAAB8I/XF5A3zH9pk8/s1600/IMG_1527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wi_4cVdQAu4/ThfXoPg0EsI/AAAAAAAAB8I/XF5A3zH9pk8/s320/IMG_1527.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OolbUXvTbs0/ThfXvPTYb6I/AAAAAAAAB8M/A13g9-kXSfo/s1600/IMG_1528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OolbUXvTbs0/ThfXvPTYb6I/AAAAAAAAB8M/A13g9-kXSfo/s320/IMG_1528.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;More of the FLAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TkQCRQ_BH0Y/ThfXz7WrAoI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/C_Hky50h8UA/s1600/IMG_1532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TkQCRQ_BH0Y/ThfXz7WrAoI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/C_Hky50h8UA/s320/IMG_1532.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are, Kasen and Kenzi (in the background) thouroughly enjoying the fireworks.&amp;nbsp; Gotta capture at&amp;nbsp; least one family photo over the weekend.&amp;nbsp; Even though Daisha was not with us at the moment she was in our hearts:)&amp;nbsp; She is such an angel girl, she slept right through the majority of the loud crazy fireworks, even with her bedroom window right next to the activities.&amp;nbsp; Ya, I know I am one lucky mama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 4th.&amp;nbsp; Hope yours was filled with family, fun and love....just like ours!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-884804961096036993?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/884804961096036993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=884804961096036993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/884804961096036993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/884804961096036993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SAao3LvtKLc/ThcLnJ52-UI/AAAAAAAAB6w/7RaHq1MsT5c/s72-c/July+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-1184783119819215953</id><published>2011-06-26T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T15:09:24.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;AT THE PARK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;aka the dinosaur playground.&amp;nbsp; Which just happens to be right by our house, which also happens to be the elementary school.&amp;nbsp; IT works out best for us all!!!&amp;nbsp; WE love the Dinosaur Playground!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FFp4YwQ8DJg/TgesOgzOi_I/AAAAAAAAB6M/v_ovUdY4SKo/s1600/April+and+May+11+035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FFp4YwQ8DJg/TgesOgzOi_I/AAAAAAAAB6M/v_ovUdY4SKo/s320/April+and+May+11+035.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cou5i4d1UPs/TgesSgGV3YI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/MRgjLjlEe2Q/s1600/April+and+May+11+036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cou5i4d1UPs/TgesSgGV3YI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/MRgjLjlEe2Q/s320/April+and+May+11+036.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He thinks he is a pretty cool dude when he rides up this ramp.&amp;nbsp; Watch me MOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaETbH4wjM/TgesVP0bzsI/AAAAAAAAB6U/qmyGJTi2NeA/s1600/April+and+May+11+037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaETbH4wjM/TgesVP0bzsI/AAAAAAAAB6U/qmyGJTi2NeA/s320/April+and+May+11+037.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3eF_Bkd-ChE/TgesY4fj1qI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/EVPcAAKeQaM/s1600/April+and+May+11+038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3eF_Bkd-ChE/TgesY4fj1qI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/EVPcAAKeQaM/s320/April+and+May+11+038.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZKuEsOl8tk/Tgesb4hhu8I/AAAAAAAAB6c/6EeplyQXqfw/s1600/April+and+May+11+039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZKuEsOl8tk/Tgesb4hhu8I/AAAAAAAAB6c/6EeplyQXqfw/s320/April+and+May+11+039.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kasen and his wonderful bike.&amp;nbsp; He loves that thing and&amp;nbsp; Ilove that he loves it.&amp;nbsp; We are outside most of the day and that makes one happy momma!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yj-TWh-3pNw/Tgesflnd7QI/AAAAAAAAB6g/eyM-UqN4OsU/s1600/April+and+May+11+041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yj-TWh-3pNw/Tgesflnd7QI/AAAAAAAAB6g/eyM-UqN4OsU/s320/April+and+May+11+041.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F2e3NVPmbd8/TgeshtYX-_I/AAAAAAAAB6k/mrP64wpqzYo/s1600/April+and+May+11+044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F2e3NVPmbd8/TgeshtYX-_I/AAAAAAAAB6k/mrP64wpqzYo/s320/April+and+May+11+044.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f9YlLFgC6Ng/TgesjbL7r6I/AAAAAAAAB6o/okYQEAtTrRE/s1600/April+and+May+11+045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f9YlLFgC6Ng/TgesjbL7r6I/AAAAAAAAB6o/okYQEAtTrRE/s320/April+and+May+11+045.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hello pretty girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ezioSPMzJU/TgesmIKmEkI/AAAAAAAAB6s/DCe4ly_o0xc/s1600/April+and+May+11+046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ezioSPMzJU/TgesmIKmEkI/AAAAAAAAB6s/DCe4ly_o0xc/s320/April+and+May+11+046.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um, Tate riding this bike is the funniest thing to me.&amp;nbsp; I laugh out loud everytime we go and he rides it.&amp;nbsp; He needs one that is built for his long legs...in the meantime, he will just continue to be my form of hilarious entertainment.&amp;nbsp; Suits me just fine!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-1184783119819215953?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/1184783119819215953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=1184783119819215953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1184783119819215953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1184783119819215953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day....'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FFp4YwQ8DJg/TgesOgzOi_I/AAAAAAAAB6M/v_ovUdY4SKo/s72-c/April+and+May+11+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-4122120368461543216</id><published>2011-06-26T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T14:52:52.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasatch Back 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week I went and ran in the Wasatch Back, Ragnar Relay.&amp;nbsp; It's pretty much awesome all bundled up in 2 days of crazy runners.&amp;nbsp; I started out Thursday night going to Brigham and picking up my sister and sister-in-law.&amp;nbsp; It worked out perfect because Linda just came and took us all with her.&amp;nbsp; She joined us in Logan for the per-Ragnar Party.&amp;nbsp; We stayed in Logan, had a fun night at Olive Garden and then woke up, bright and early at 4:00 a.m.&amp;nbsp; I say bright because I woke up to my sweet sister-in-law BEV turning the light on and telling me that I had slept through my alarm.&amp;nbsp; Hum....sounds like when my older brother Jerry would be home at all odd hours of the night and come in my room yelling at me telling me that my coach had just called and I was late (AGAIN) for practice.&amp;nbsp; (We started basketball practice at 5:00 a.m.)&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I got all ready to rumble since I was the first runner to go.&amp;nbsp; IT was so cold in the morning, I was glad that I went and bought at least some running Capri’s to wear.&amp;nbsp; We got checked in, safety briefed and at the starting line.&amp;nbsp; I started my first leg of 7.1 miles.&amp;nbsp; It was such a fun run.&amp;nbsp; It was good because I average an 8:45 min. mile, which for me is practically a new record.&amp;nbsp; I am not the fastest one out there!!&amp;nbsp; We were on our way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My next leg was only a few hours later since I traded with Betty since she wasnt' going to be there till later.&amp;nbsp; I ran her 1st leg of 5 miles.&amp;nbsp; It was pretty good as well.&amp;nbsp; Then I was all finished for the rest of the day...Time to Cheer and Relax!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQ9Qezm8UgA/TgeoZSzSgnI/AAAAAAAAB5w/cb4gj_2mjgs/s1600/255661_2147351638432_1085522757_2752607_408201_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQ9Qezm8UgA/TgeoZSzSgnI/AAAAAAAAB5w/cb4gj_2mjgs/s320/255661_2147351638432_1085522757_2752607_408201_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE this picture of Regina and I.&amp;nbsp; She is absolutely wonderful.&amp;nbsp; I love her!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qSRhtQFTJtc/TgeoaqaZX_I/AAAAAAAAB50/wFbnobCG5MY/s1600/259989_2147353038467_1085522757_2752611_3397443_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qSRhtQFTJtc/TgeoaqaZX_I/AAAAAAAAB50/wFbnobCG5MY/s320/259989_2147353038467_1085522757_2752611_3397443_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;DeAnna running up Avon Pass.&amp;nbsp; Might I add that she Totally ROCKED IT!!!&amp;nbsp; She never stopped going up that hill, not once.&amp;nbsp; When she finally saw the 1 mile to go sign she kicked it into a higher gear and got like 10 kills.&amp;nbsp; She rocks.&amp;nbsp; Here I am spraying her with yet again another coat of sunscreen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (I do have to add that my sister is my hero.&amp;nbsp; She is at this moment in Primary Childrens Hospital with her youngest baby Rossi in intensive care trying to get her better from her pnemonia. She hasn't skipped&amp;nbsp;a beat with her optimisum and Faith.&amp;nbsp; She will forever continue to inspire me.&amp;nbsp; I pray that her name sake Daisha DANA will be like her Aunt DeAnna)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CaZ0L8gOwoY/Tgeoa5pUKTI/AAAAAAAAB54/ZtY2_P4yywQ/s1600/262076_2147349358375_1085522757_2752600_1989905_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CaZ0L8gOwoY/Tgeoa5pUKTI/AAAAAAAAB54/ZtY2_P4yywQ/s320/262076_2147349358375_1085522757_2752600_1989905_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bev, Me and DeAnna right when we got to the starting line.&amp;nbsp; Can I also mention how awesome it was to run with Bev.&amp;nbsp; I got to know her better, being able to just hang out and be silly with her was so much FUN.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nB2braOugEc/Tgeoba75zZI/AAAAAAAAB58/cJMks8DwlxY/s1600/263889_2147353998491_1085522757_2752614_1282489_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nB2braOugEc/Tgeoba75zZI/AAAAAAAAB58/cJMks8DwlxY/s320/263889_2147353998491_1085522757_2752614_1282489_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Betty, Bev, Me and DeAnna getting ready to roll at the last exchange.&amp;nbsp; Good morning sunshines!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X9Pwx7OfbR0/Tgeob6C5ZGI/AAAAAAAAB6A/Ds_eMyIu54w/s1600/268819_2147356278548_1085522757_2752621_8178718_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X9Pwx7OfbR0/Tgeob6C5ZGI/AAAAAAAAB6A/Ds_eMyIu54w/s320/268819_2147356278548_1085522757_2752621_8178718_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mu6Kvwl7hIU/TgeocYb-8gI/AAAAAAAAB6E/URCEvwt7waw/s1600/269615_2147357158570_1085522757_2752623_542708_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mu6Kvwl7hIU/TgeocYb-8gI/AAAAAAAAB6E/URCEvwt7waw/s320/269615_2147357158570_1085522757_2752623_542708_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Betty and DeAnna doing the Ragnar Cheer, if you were wondering what the Ragnar cheer&amp;nbsp; looked like.&amp;nbsp; This is it!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HQtURO24k3I/TgeodOGMS8I/AAAAAAAAB6I/5PluWGYw5Xw/s1600/270047_2147358678608_1085522757_2752628_91547_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HQtURO24k3I/TgeodOGMS8I/AAAAAAAAB6I/5PluWGYw5Xw/s320/270047_2147358678608_1085522757_2752628_91547_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shanna, Me, Jentri, Bev and Regina.&amp;nbsp; All my sister in laws excluding the oldest of Tate's siblings, Wendy who was in Maine with their Mother touring :)&amp;nbsp; Aren't they HOT?&amp;nbsp; I am so lucky to have been blessed with these women in my life.&amp;nbsp; I seriously love them so much and am so so lucky to be a part of their amazing family!!!&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's crazy to think that this all started 3 years ago with Shanna and I tagging along with our friends Betty and Jeremy.&amp;nbsp; At that time Shanna had never ran in any races before, and I had no clue what Ragnar was.&amp;nbsp; I think bak to that time and consider it one of the best Times in my life. I loved those 2 days.&amp;nbsp; It had little to do with the running, and more to do with the connection I made with Shanna.&amp;nbsp; At that time, I couldn't have told you that we had ever talked about the Gospel.&amp;nbsp; We talked about the Temple and goals that were wanting to be achieved.&amp;nbsp; A year after we finished that race, I got to attend the sealing ceremony of Shanna and her husband and their 3 beautiful children.&amp;nbsp; Another Best day :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;I think alot of the reasons why I run.&amp;nbsp; I certainly don't have a runner's body, or the natural ability to just go out and lose myself in a nice long run.&amp;nbsp; It's a struggle, a daily thing that I have to mentally prepare for.&amp;nbsp; Running has brought me closer to people in ways that I never thought possible.&amp;nbsp; It has brought me a lot of satisfaction in knowing that I have trained for a hard race, and been able to finish it the&amp;nbsp;best I could.&amp;nbsp; I will probably never WIN a big race, but that doesn't matter to me. I feed off of the mental aspect that comes along with running and the pain that follows and how good it makes my body feel after I have completed a nice long run.&amp;nbsp; I went running while in Orderville.&amp;nbsp; I ran down the KOA hill and through the canyon to Glendale and down past the Orderville sign, past the Tortoise and Hare, past the rodeo arena and on home.&amp;nbsp; There are so many times in high school when me and my friend, Josh Sawyer would bounce a basketball up that highway 89 to Tortoise and the Hare, sit on the old wooden fence, talk&amp;nbsp;for a minute and then head home.&amp;nbsp;In college that Orderville sign represented that I was finally HOME, that i had made it back to visit my family.&amp;nbsp; The red and white hills represent something that runs deeper than the color.&amp;nbsp; I love that.&amp;nbsp; It's a feeling that brings back memories of trying to make myself better.&amp;nbsp; It use to be all about Basketball.&amp;nbsp; Now it's about making myself into someone I can be proud of.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tate has asked me what my "thing" is.&amp;nbsp; I instantly reply with, YOU, Kasen and Daisha.&amp;nbsp; My family is my Thing.&amp;nbsp; He said that doesn't count.&amp;nbsp; His thing is elk hunting, he has loved elk since he can remember.&amp;nbsp; His dream has always been owning an elk ranch, being able to be a part of that is something huge for us right now.&amp;nbsp; He is in alot of ways, living his dream.&amp;nbsp; I don't have something that I am that passionate about.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that makes me dull, maybe that makes me less interesting and educated.&amp;nbsp; I don't care.&amp;nbsp; I fee like I was born to be a Mom, and in a lot of ways, that completes me.&amp;nbsp; But in other ways, running helps with the process of being the best mom I can be.&amp;nbsp; It helps fulfill a competitive side of me that I don't think will&amp;nbsp;(or want) to go away.&amp;nbsp; I think it's important.&amp;nbsp; Being a mom, the natural part of me thinks I am being extremely selfish by running in these races and taking time out of even a whole weekend to go and run.&amp;nbsp; (sounds pretty lame to most people)&amp;nbsp; I don’t' know why it is that&amp;nbsp; I feel guilty.&amp;nbsp; Maybe because it's the fact that I didn't nurse Daisha as long as Kasen because I went and ran Ragnar and left her with Tate f 2 whole days.&amp;nbsp; It's a constant mind battle within myself.&amp;nbsp; This summer I have filled it up with weekends where I will be leaving to do this race or that run.&amp;nbsp; I have another 1/2 marathon in July with Bev and DeAnna, then Epic with my Firth friends and then Top of Utah 1/2 in August with my sis in laws.&amp;nbsp; I almost think that is too much, what am I doing?&amp;nbsp; Why do I have to feel this way?&amp;nbsp; Tate doesn't seem to mind, I think he is very supportive of this phase I am going through.&amp;nbsp; Until I understand it all, I guess I will just continue to tell myself I am being selfish by doing this and then trying to talk myself out of thinking it's selfish.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that's another part of the intrigue?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A lot of this probably doesn't make much sense, but I am sort of just typing without really thinking right now, putting into words the best I can of&amp;nbsp;what my life is like right at this moment.&amp;nbsp; ~*Sigh*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-4122120368461543216?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/4122120368461543216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=4122120368461543216' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4122120368461543216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4122120368461543216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/06/wasatch-back-2011.html' title='Wasatch Back 2011'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQ9Qezm8UgA/TgeoZSzSgnI/AAAAAAAAB5w/cb4gj_2mjgs/s72-c/255661_2147351638432_1085522757_2752607_408201_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-4643378364685482557</id><published>2011-06-21T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:24:50.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let's be honest...there are no words for the fact that I have been a complete SLACKER&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;the blogging department.&amp;nbsp; Here is my attempt to update out lives, thus far this summer.&amp;nbsp; It's been a while.&amp;nbsp; You the feeling, where you have so much to do that you just don't know how you'll ever ever get it done, so you just don't do it at all?&amp;nbsp; I am that way with alot of things in my life....like running...or housework....it all goes hand in hand!! We&amp;nbsp;will give it a try.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_FLYTd-j8YY/TgFq9BHpeZI/AAAAAAAAB4o/PUG6nqMW4EM/s1600/April+and+May+11+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_FLYTd-j8YY/TgFq9BHpeZI/AAAAAAAAB4o/PUG6nqMW4EM/s320/April+and+May+11+014.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went to Orderville over Memorial weekend.&amp;nbsp; It was such a fun time.&amp;nbsp; I was able to go and get Dexton in Kanab and have him come over to Grandpa and Grandma Glover's house for a while and spend time with his GLOVER cousins.&amp;nbsp; This kid is hilarious.&amp;nbsp; He is such a goof ball.&amp;nbsp; He turned 3 in Feb and I put him on the tramp and he started busting out front flips...no lie. We had a fun time.&amp;nbsp; We played at the Glovers then went to the POND and had a cookout with the family and cousins that were here.&amp;nbsp; Kasen LOVED fishing and throwing rocks in the pond.&amp;nbsp; He loved loved watching my cousin Howard skin a fish that was caught.&amp;nbsp; He would NOT come eat his dinner afraid that he might miss something going on in the guttnig process.&amp;nbsp; YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aTZ7UKCSfM/TgFrAlyEMRI/AAAAAAAAB4s/7sLVYVgxlNY/s1600/April+and+May+11+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aTZ7UKCSfM/TgFrAlyEMRI/AAAAAAAAB4s/7sLVYVgxlNY/s320/April+and+May+11+015.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;While we were at the pond, the cousins brought out a baby elk.&amp;nbsp; It was so cute.&amp;nbsp; It still had it's spots and everything.&amp;nbsp; My sister has pictures of it, but Kasen got to pet it and then went right home and called his dad and told him he got to pet a baby elk.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yerRq_5ZfEk/TgFrDVN5rOI/AAAAAAAAB4w/i22nHSrqlD0/s1600/April+and+May+11+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yerRq_5ZfEk/TgFrDVN5rOI/AAAAAAAAB4w/i22nHSrqlD0/s320/April+and+May+11+018.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;WE did alot of swimming while we were there.&amp;nbsp; Well, we went a few times.&amp;nbsp; Daisha absolutely LOVED the water.&amp;nbsp; Her hat on the other hand, not so much.&amp;nbsp; She didn't even skip a beat while I was swimming with her....she loved it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xUCzrZ7w--M/TgFq6bT7-SI/AAAAAAAAB4k/fKtG1UvLBFg/s1600/April+and+May+11+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xUCzrZ7w--M/TgFq6bT7-SI/AAAAAAAAB4k/fKtG1UvLBFg/s320/April+and+May+11+012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Over the weekend we played in a 3 on 3 basketball tournament that was held at the high school as a fundraiser.&amp;nbsp; It was me, DeAnna and Tiana.&amp;nbsp; Oh don't worry that we totally rocked it.&amp;nbsp; well, there were only 3 2 other girls teams and lets face it, if we didn't win, it would have been really really bad.&amp;nbsp; The guy in charge wanted to know if we just wante to play in the boys tournament.&amp;nbsp; We graciously bowed out of that offer and had a good time playing agains tthe girls.&amp;nbsp; Here is my future Baller...Isn't she cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9AZdNOdjG2Y/TgFrKLi_ZYI/AAAAAAAAB44/FW8-0DEMPj8/s1600/April+and+May+11+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9AZdNOdjG2Y/TgFrKLi_ZYI/AAAAAAAAB44/FW8-0DEMPj8/s320/April+and+May+11+022.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Loving the water.&amp;nbsp; She obviously has taken her sunblocker of a hat off, and it obviously fell into the water before I could save it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tnv3CuSIwCY/TgFrM2cVwvI/AAAAAAAAB48/UK1RNh2wUyM/s1600/April+and+May+11+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tnv3CuSIwCY/TgFrM2cVwvI/AAAAAAAAB48/UK1RNh2wUyM/s320/April+and+May+11+025.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My cute little fishies.&amp;nbsp; We havne't found the other side of this green floaty anywhere, so we just went with the one side.&amp;nbsp; It seemed to work just fine in the kiddy pool.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GeKmvYWY3KQ/TgFrG_PtABI/AAAAAAAAB40/s7NNTdFebxk/s1600/April+and+May+11+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GeKmvYWY3KQ/TgFrG_PtABI/AAAAAAAAB40/s7NNTdFebxk/s320/April+and+May+11+019.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zaOzUE_pzr4/TgFrQEMDv1I/AAAAAAAAB5A/Q4tymPgU6C4/s1600/April+and+May+11+027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zaOzUE_pzr4/TgFrQEMDv1I/AAAAAAAAB5A/Q4tymPgU6C4/s320/April+and+May+11+027.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;OH, if you were wondering what is going on,&amp;nbsp; this is KASEN being a CRANE.&amp;nbsp; Of course.&amp;nbsp; We went to the zoo at while back and Kasen has been really interested in Cranes.&amp;nbsp; Ever since we got a crane toy in his McDonalds happy meal from kung fu panda 2.&amp;nbsp; I think it was a crane anyway, if not, it is now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGqD84pI6Jw/TgFrTmji8cI/AAAAAAAAB5E/l9nHLLlBLmU/s1600/April+and+May+11+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGqD84pI6Jw/TgFrTmji8cI/AAAAAAAAB5E/l9nHLLlBLmU/s320/April+and+May+11+028.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qfC43l2Dnj4/TgFrWI15tyI/AAAAAAAAB5I/zo6R4DX8BLY/s1600/April+and+May+11+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qfC43l2Dnj4/TgFrWI15tyI/AAAAAAAAB5I/zo6R4DX8BLY/s320/April+and+May+11+007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just LOVE this face.&amp;nbsp; She is being so silly after her dinner, she just makes the funniest faces.&amp;nbsp; Oh boy, I love this little gal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qQ2Xp_Qr334/TgFrY2AqQlI/AAAAAAAAB5M/0ZVV7x_tYYA/s1600/April+and+May+11+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qQ2Xp_Qr334/TgFrY2AqQlI/AAAAAAAAB5M/0ZVV7x_tYYA/s320/April+and+May+11+003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kasen got some caterpillars a while back and we watched them grow and spin into cacoons and then we watched them hatch.&amp;nbsp; Well, we missed them hatching while we were in ORderville, but came back to 5 healthy butterflies.&amp;nbsp; We let the loose in our yard so they would live and Kasen was such a good pet owner for the few days that he had butterflies.&amp;nbsp; He named them all butterfly except one, that he named Fred.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dvTICPhBqC8/TgFrbtJezTI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/ELBMKgSQvmE/s1600/April+and+May+11+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dvTICPhBqC8/TgFrbtJezTI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/ELBMKgSQvmE/s320/April+and+May+11+008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this little cheese ball.&amp;nbsp; Notice her two little teeth?&amp;nbsp; Yea, those are sharp! ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-4643378364685482557?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/4643378364685482557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=4643378364685482557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4643378364685482557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4643378364685482557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-fun.html' title='Summer fun'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_FLYTd-j8YY/TgFq9BHpeZI/AAAAAAAAB4o/PUG6nqMW4EM/s72-c/April+and+May+11+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-4931452915798913340</id><published>2011-06-05T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T14:27:03.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Post</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have so much to catch up on ..... it's a bit overwhelming I know!&amp;nbsp; I have from Easter on to blog about, and when I feel like I can have at least 30 minutes to sit down and blog, I am going to catch up.&amp;nbsp; I want to put up pictures and all, I have alot of things and memories that I want to remember, but probably have already forgotten since I haven't blogged about them yet:)&amp;nbsp; New post is coming soon, well, a new one that is more exciting than this new one!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ah...But for today,&amp;nbsp; I gave the lesson today in our family relations class on Mother's and their roles.&amp;nbsp; It was a great great lesson for me to study and read.&amp;nbsp; It went well with alot of involvement and class discussion which always helps the time factor.&amp;nbsp;Better go get the cookies out of the oven, we are going to a friends' bbq :)&amp;nbsp; FUN STUFF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-4931452915798913340?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/4931452915798913340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=4931452915798913340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4931452915798913340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4931452915798913340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-post.html' title='New Post'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-1292574036212161449</id><published>2011-05-08T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T16:07:37.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Brag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have to say that I have some pretty amazing children.&amp;nbsp; Today, it's Mother's Day.&amp;nbsp; I sometimes can't believe I&amp;nbsp;am a mother, let alone a mother of 2.&amp;nbsp; Some of the 2 cutesest little faces ever!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't really know the correct way to express my feelings about today.&amp;nbsp; Being a Mom was never hard for me to do/become.&amp;nbsp; I have been tremendously BLESSED beyond me even knowing, how lucky I am.&amp;nbsp; When I got pregnant with Kasen, we weren't even "trying".&amp;nbsp; My pregnancy was a breeze, my labor just as good.&amp;nbsp; I was blessed to have a healthy, strong, beautiful 8 lb 14 oz baby boy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have never been the same since.&amp;nbsp; I NEVER left Kasen, ever.&amp;nbsp; I remember the first time I left him longer than to run to the store, and with someone besides Tate, he was 8 months old, and I left him for 4 hours to go 4-wheeling with Tate and Brother and other family out to the sand dunes.&amp;nbsp; I remember I was going crazy, it was so WIERD not being with him, or having him attached to me (literaly:)&amp;nbsp; We have had that same relationship ever since.&amp;nbsp; He has been my rock, my little buddy, my little stinker, and my little angel boy.&amp;nbsp; For 3 years it was just him and Me (well, Tate too:)&amp;nbsp; But, I literally forget that he is my son, I am his MOTHER&amp;nbsp; and he isn't just my little friend that I was fortunate to meet somewhere along the way:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Along came sweet little Daisha.&amp;nbsp; With her we had been "trying" for about 6 month before finding out we were pregnant.&amp;nbsp; During those 6 months, it was so hard, to find out once again we weren't pregnant.&amp;nbsp; How selfish of me, I find it hard to imagine women/mothers out there who are NOT as fortunate as I, who have to wait years, or forever before meeting their little angels. Trust me when I say, I am not ignorant, I do KNOW how incredibly blessed I am.&amp;nbsp; I will never forget the day we found out she was a girl.&amp;nbsp; Bev came with me, Tate was working, and I called and told him the news.&amp;nbsp; We were both very teary eyed and Excited!&amp;nbsp; Kasen, he knew all along.&amp;nbsp; Her pregnancy was yet again, easy, and the labor perfect.&amp;nbsp; I love holding her in my arms and still can't believe she is mine, forever!&amp;nbsp; She is growing too fast too.&amp;nbsp; She is moving and wiggly.&amp;nbsp; She wants to go, be held and have fun.&amp;nbsp; She absolutely adores her older brother and I can't say enough about what an amazing older brother Kasen is.&amp;nbsp; He is very very patient with her and me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know alot of people who view motherhood a little different than me...that's okay.&amp;nbsp; I love being able to stay &lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with my children, to watch their every move, to try and grasp this role that I am living.&amp;nbsp; I pray constantly that I will be able to teach them, and nurture them, and love them the way that I am meant to, the way that my Savior would have me do.&amp;nbsp; It's sometimes easier said than done:)&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness for the example of my mother who has shown me the way, who has shown me the way to raise a family.&amp;nbsp; She is THE most selfless, loving, caring, sacrificing person I know. And will probably &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; know.&amp;nbsp; She sacrificed her entire life, she dedicated all her energy and power to raising a family.&amp;nbsp; It's honestly a bit intimidating.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WANT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that so bad, I&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;WANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be that kind of person, but it's a little scary, to really focus all I am on&amp;nbsp;my family.&amp;nbsp; Well, all said&amp;nbsp;and done...I wouldn't &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjSQ9drET_8/TccaH7fcJ4I/AAAAAAAAB3o/nHOK_qOrBek/s1600/MarchandApril+064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjSQ9drET_8/TccaH7fcJ4I/AAAAAAAAB3o/nHOK_qOrBek/s320/MarchandApril+064.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ftrqNVZv09o/TccZ8t1MUcI/AAAAAAAAB3k/I1HJnBqp0dc/s1600/MarchandApril+058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ftrqNVZv09o/TccZ8t1MUcI/AAAAAAAAB3k/I1HJnBqp0dc/s320/MarchandApril+058.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zuf0MA3LCXU/TccaP1F0YtI/AAAAAAAAB3s/Ai_sAsy5oUM/s1600/MarchandApril+068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zuf0MA3LCXU/TccaP1F0YtI/AAAAAAAAB3s/Ai_sAsy5oUM/s320/MarchandApril+068.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-sX-V8xVgU/TccaZ6hoGGI/AAAAAAAAB3w/lO6vMhwW4lY/s1600/MarchandApril+033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-sX-V8xVgU/TccaZ6hoGGI/AAAAAAAAB3w/lO6vMhwW4lY/s320/MarchandApril+033.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QI9ZW1uFEl0/TccakO4b82I/AAAAAAAAB30/lhmT6V81pZc/s1600/MarchandApril+073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QI9ZW1uFEl0/TccakO4b82I/AAAAAAAAB30/lhmT6V81pZc/s320/MarchandApril+073.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I might add that Daisha is now 7 months old.&amp;nbsp; WHAT?&amp;nbsp; She has officially gotten her first tooth, and the other one is shortly behind it, coming in nicely.&amp;nbsp; She is a professional sitter, and getting more and more brave at movin around everyday. She has been sick, I am pretty sure for the past 3 - 4 weeks.&amp;nbsp; I think that we are getting over it, with the help of antibiotics.&amp;nbsp; It's nice to see the sweet and smiley girl back.&amp;nbsp; She loves to play peek a boo.&amp;nbsp; She likes to go for walks in the stroller and watch her brother.&amp;nbsp; She is growing her hair out, after losing all of the thick dark hair she was born with.&amp;nbsp; She loves grabbing my earrings.&amp;nbsp; She is still attached to her thumb, and loves cuddling with her blanky at night with her thumb.&amp;nbsp; And she is still just as spoiled and the center of attention at our home:)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eip_666Z-SY/Tccfv-y-beI/AAAAAAAAB34/iOirOrLKHzw/s1600/MarchandApril+079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eip_666Z-SY/Tccfv-y-beI/AAAAAAAAB34/iOirOrLKHzw/s320/MarchandApril+079.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8vwZ83r53Pk/Tccf6ZEAM0I/AAAAAAAAB38/XVy2I-B45Uc/s1600/MarchandApril+080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8vwZ83r53Pk/Tccf6ZEAM0I/AAAAAAAAB38/XVy2I-B45Uc/s320/MarchandApril+080.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X6drbyTiz7w/TccgCh8JhOI/AAAAAAAAB4A/XX_nVWYX-88/s1600/MarchandApril+081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X6drbyTiz7w/TccgCh8JhOI/AAAAAAAAB4A/XX_nVWYX-88/s320/MarchandApril+081.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LMqESAzOBW4/TccgNBH1tUI/AAAAAAAAB4E/IVsPWkYFUDA/s1600/MarchandApril+082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LMqESAzOBW4/TccgNBH1tUI/AAAAAAAAB4E/IVsPWkYFUDA/s320/MarchandApril+082.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWMZBJioqqc/TccgTSQmQOI/AAAAAAAAB4I/eNqPgBZAThY/s1600/Kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWMZBJioqqc/TccgTSQmQOI/AAAAAAAAB4I/eNqPgBZAThY/s320/Kids.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ahh....the life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vgJowC6ISoQ/Tccg-ZEa9-I/AAAAAAAAB4M/4SUYzh5MBSI/s1600/MarchandApril+076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vgJowC6ISoQ/Tccg-ZEa9-I/AAAAAAAAB4M/4SUYzh5MBSI/s320/MarchandApril+076.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let's NOT forget about the amazing man who made it all possible.&amp;nbsp; He sure has made this mother's Day a very nice and relaxing one.&amp;nbsp; He spoils me.&amp;nbsp; I love it.&amp;nbsp; Dinner, cleaning, and letting me BLOG to my hearts content!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-1292574036212161449?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/1292574036212161449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=1292574036212161449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1292574036212161449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1292574036212161449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/05/mommy-brag.html' title='Mommy Brag'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjSQ9drET_8/TccaH7fcJ4I/AAAAAAAAB3o/nHOK_qOrBek/s72-c/MarchandApril+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-6704389581992687691</id><published>2011-04-24T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:20:54.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been Tagged</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 shows I watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Biggest Loser&lt;br /&gt;2. One Tree Hill (Thank you Courtney:)&lt;br /&gt;3. Basketball Channel :)&lt;br /&gt;4. The Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things I'm passionate about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Family&lt;br /&gt;2. Friends&lt;br /&gt;3. The Gospel&lt;br /&gt;4. Not mixing Play Dough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 phrases I use a lot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kasen, Talk a little quieter&lt;br /&gt;2. Let's Learn to Share&lt;br /&gt;3. Kasen stop bugging your sister&lt;br /&gt;4. Kasen No you may not have more candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things I've learned from the past:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It doesn't matter where I am, as long as I have my Family I am Happy&lt;br /&gt;2. You just might not get a second chance, so take the first one!&lt;br /&gt;3. It's best to just keep your mouth shut sometimes (I've learned this one too Apes!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Sometimes, just buy the nice things instead of buying the cheap crappy ones over and over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things I did yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drove to Wyoming&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Took family pictures&lt;br /&gt;3. Watched Kasen LOVE finding Easter Eggs and playing with his cousins&lt;br /&gt;4. Ran 4 1/2 miles...Yes it almost did kill me...I think it will every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places I'd love to visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. All the Church History sites (Again)&lt;br /&gt;2. Hawaii &lt;br /&gt;3. ALASKA&lt;br /&gt;4. Orderville, I miss that place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things I'm looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Warm Weather&lt;br /&gt;2. Planting our garden&lt;br /&gt;3. A Date night with Tate&lt;br /&gt;4. Spending time with my Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things I love about Spring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Green Grass and new blossoms Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;2. Warmer weather&lt;br /&gt;3. Hopefully teaching Kasen to ride a new bike&lt;br /&gt;4. The smell of new things all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Tag....Veva, Meagan, Melissa, Kiana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-6704389581992687691?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/6704389581992687691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=6704389581992687691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/6704389581992687691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/6704389581992687691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/04/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been Tagged'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-5764522879689009971</id><published>2011-04-20T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T22:17:37.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>Not sure if any of those readers out there have tried to comment on any of my posts and couldn't.&amp;nbsp; I think that i may have fixed the problem.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;know that I don't get alot of comments but a few of you have mentioned&amp;nbsp;that it won't let you.&amp;nbsp; I hope that the problem is fixed and I can keep hearing how cute my kids are from all of you:)&amp;nbsp; he he he.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-5764522879689009971?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/5764522879689009971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=5764522879689009971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/5764522879689009971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/5764522879689009971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/04/comments.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-4462521945866030166</id><published>2011-04-18T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:17:09.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfL_vAVEdX0/Ta0KePwFeaI/AAAAAAAAB3g/KIxNgCXKnWs/s1600/IMG_0941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfL_vAVEdX0/Ta0KePwFeaI/AAAAAAAAB3g/KIxNgCXKnWs/s320/IMG_0941.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿I think that these two are VERY similar!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlFqcqI4Vyk/Ta0I-Ia573I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/4IvC0HUfAJk/s1600/IMG00275-20110418-1821.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlFqcqI4Vyk/Ta0I-Ia573I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/4IvC0HUfAJk/s320/IMG00275-20110418-1821.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uhq_VUWdB0/Ta0I8sQXDbI/AAAAAAAAB3U/Hnr4sZ6n4sQ/s1600/IMG00273-20110417-1832.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uhq_VUWdB0/Ta0I8sQXDbI/AAAAAAAAB3U/Hnr4sZ6n4sQ/s320/IMG00273-20110417-1832.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿Sitting up so well. She sat in this chair for quite a while before tipping over!!&amp;nbsp; Good thing Daddy was Sort of watching to catch her:)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OA3M9WpT1Q/Ta0I7BjXMoI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/TeBNVAwxxxo/s1600/IMG00261-20110412-2046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OA3M9WpT1Q/Ta0I7BjXMoI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/TeBNVAwxxxo/s320/IMG00261-20110412-2046.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Sweet Babies!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-4462521945866030166?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/4462521945866030166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=4462521945866030166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4462521945866030166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4462521945866030166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/04/pics.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfL_vAVEdX0/Ta0KePwFeaI/AAAAAAAAB3g/KIxNgCXKnWs/s72-c/IMG_0941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-5592617765880939491</id><published>2011-04-18T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T20:55:59.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months old</title><content type='html'>Daisha is officially 6 months old.&amp;nbsp; Where has the time gone?&amp;nbsp; I am not sure.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her wonderful stats:&lt;br /&gt;Head:&amp;nbsp; I never remember her head....but it's catching up with the rest of her body in the 75% &lt;br /&gt;Weight: 17.6&amp;nbsp; I think it was 70%&lt;br /&gt;Height: 27 1/4 and still in the low 90%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to jabber.&amp;nbsp; She gets shy, and puts her head down by her shoulder and tries to hide.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't have any teeth and I can't feel any really coming in any time soon.&amp;nbsp; By this time her brother had 2 nice big bottom teeth, so I thought that for sure she would be getting at least one:)&amp;nbsp; She rolls over very nicely.&amp;nbsp; She sits up like a pro.&amp;nbsp; She loves her high chair and the high chair toys.&amp;nbsp; And she loves her bouncer.&amp;nbsp; She gets going like crazy on that thing.&amp;nbsp; She loves to watch Kasen run around.&amp;nbsp; She loves her brother, but doesn't love her brother in her face all the time...she likes her space.&amp;nbsp; She likes to chew on her toes.&amp;nbsp; She still LOVES her little thumb.&amp;nbsp; She is still a pretty good sleeper.&amp;nbsp; Although, she was sick a while back and kept getting up a few times in the night time, and is still in that little habit, but it's getting better.&amp;nbsp; She loves food...I am hoping she will be abetter eater than Kasen!!&amp;nbsp; She loves her MOM:)&amp;nbsp; All her dark hair is completely GONE....it is replaced by a little bit of light light brown fuzz/whispy hair.&amp;nbsp; We are thouroughly enjoying her and are loving every minute of it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Pictures to come soon....I am bad at pics lately...BOO!!!&amp;nbsp; No fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-5592617765880939491?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/5592617765880939491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=5592617765880939491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/5592617765880939491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/5592617765880939491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/04/6-months-old.html' title='6 Months old'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-7282141892078803052</id><published>2011-04-12T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T21:05:27.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A while back my mom came and stayed with me.&amp;nbsp; It was the most wonderful 3 weeks ever.&amp;nbsp; She seriously is the most amazing person that I know.&amp;nbsp; I have always thought that my mom and I had a good relationship.&amp;nbsp; I have always loved my mom, and known she was a good person.&amp;nbsp; But until she came up I never really KNEW ANYTHING.&amp;nbsp; I got to see a side of my mom that I have never really seen.&amp;nbsp; She is such a FUN grandma.&amp;nbsp; She held and rocked Daisha...she sang songs and played hide and seek with Kasen and his friends.&amp;nbsp; She gave me advice on some issues that I was having that only a MOM could give.&amp;nbsp; She is so WISE.&amp;nbsp; She is hands DOWN the most selfless, loving, caring, giving person that I know, and probably will EVER know.&amp;nbsp; She has devoted her ENTIRE life to raising a family, to serving her husband and especially serving our Savior, Jesus Christ.&amp;nbsp; She has an unfailingly strong testimony of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.&amp;nbsp; My favorite thing about my mom is she is not shy, or timid when it comes to telling ANYONE that they aren't doing what is right, and there is NOT a day that goes by that I talk to her and she doesn't bear me her testimony.&amp;nbsp; I admire that woman more than she will EVER know.&amp;nbsp; And I know that daughters say this alot, but sincerely and honestly, if I can be the kind of woman that she is today, I KNOW I will make it to Heaven, and I won'thave any regrets.&amp;nbsp; She is, to put it simply, AMAZING.&amp;nbsp; She is so beautiful.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't be more grateful to my Mom.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE so much that she was here and I am missing her so much now, but I am so grateful to have gotten that opportunity to Really get to know my MOM.&amp;nbsp; She is my Best Friend.&amp;nbsp; My example. My ROck....I love you MOMMY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xuarKocF6SU/TaJnzEdGY4I/AAAAAAAAB28/2-_tlMBGFJc/s1600/FEB+041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xuarKocF6SU/TaJnzEdGY4I/AAAAAAAAB28/2-_tlMBGFJc/s320/FEB+041.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She spoiled Daisha Rotten, that is what she did.&amp;nbsp; And I Loved EVERY Minute of it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VxfI2MB2r5M/TaJn-bEO8YI/AAAAAAAAB3A/Yoih8_Js_dg/s1600/FEB+052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VxfI2MB2r5M/TaJn-bEO8YI/AAAAAAAAB3A/Yoih8_Js_dg/s320/FEB+052.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While she was here, she went out on the town with her sisters that live in Idaho. Claudia came down and picked her up and met Lillian in Pocatello.&amp;nbsp; I curled her hair, she got all dressed up for the night out.&amp;nbsp; It was so fun to see her with her sisters.&amp;nbsp; I think I lucked out with the BEST one:)&amp;nbsp; Although, I have to admit, her sisters are pretty great too:)&amp;nbsp; When she got back, at 10:30 none the less ( I was worried sick:)&amp;nbsp; Her and Aunt Claudia were laughing their little heads off at some silly thing that they had done.&amp;nbsp; Priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--J13nXaDEGM/TaJoGobYFuI/AAAAAAAAB3E/XggxC3eU0sg/s1600/FEB+058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--J13nXaDEGM/TaJoGobYFuI/AAAAAAAAB3E/XggxC3eU0sg/s320/FEB+058.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, don't worry that my sister Bev also came up for a week. I was in HEAVEN....I had a blast.&amp;nbsp; We went ot the Potatoe museum and played.&amp;nbsp; We toured the taxidermy shop, and the kiddos were scary scary bears.&amp;nbsp; Joslyn, Ethan and Kasen played outside, weather permitting, and had so much Fun.&amp;nbsp; Joslyn Cried when they left and that makes me so happy inside....evil i know, but i miss them so much and am so glad that they came and visited me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AhTxc9CiDbw/TaJoUmeBFOI/AAAAAAAAB3I/e00tYWChDpQ/s1600/FEB+061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AhTxc9CiDbw/TaJoUmeBFOI/AAAAAAAAB3I/e00tYWChDpQ/s320/FEB+061.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't even get me started on this little cutie pie.&amp;nbsp; Kirsten is a little bossy head, and I love EVERY second I have with her.&amp;nbsp; She is at the cutest, funnest stage EVER.&amp;nbsp; Plus she just has this personality that just melts your heart!!&amp;nbsp; Plus, she loves her Aunt Jana!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O8BKHzl_ssI/TaJocKPmg5I/AAAAAAAAB3M/5vSMBhZ7pT4/s1600/FEB+060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O8BKHzl_ssI/TaJocKPmg5I/AAAAAAAAB3M/5vSMBhZ7pT4/s320/FEB+060.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH my little MISS.&amp;nbsp; Just cause I love this Little Face more than life itself!&amp;nbsp; You are my little Angel darling!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-7282141892078803052?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/7282141892078803052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=7282141892078803052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7282141892078803052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7282141892078803052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/04/visitors.html' title='Visitors'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xuarKocF6SU/TaJnzEdGY4I/AAAAAAAAB28/2-_tlMBGFJc/s72-c/FEB+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-1451573662216123144</id><published>2011-03-27T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T12:53:43.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>Well, by going private I didnt' mean to fall off the face of the earth and never write anything anymore.&amp;nbsp; Truth is I have been busy...um, who hasn't?&amp;nbsp; Not sure if I remember if I mentioned that I am the assistant softball coach.&amp;nbsp; Yep, Go Firth Softball:)&amp;nbsp; We have started our games.&amp;nbsp; We won our 1st one and lost our 2nd.&amp;nbsp; I am very encouraged at our team though, we have alot of young girls and our 3 seniors have only lost, so we have alot of learning and growing yet in us.&amp;nbsp; I am optimistic!!&amp;nbsp; As a coach though, I am don't know how yet to instill a "winning" attitude.&amp;nbsp; How do I make them know how to change something that has happened bad, into a postive and make it work for their benefit?&amp;nbsp; Ah, alas, I have alot of learning and growing also:)&amp;nbsp; I am not sure if I can cut it being a Mom and a Coach:)&amp;nbsp; I have always wanted to coach and help girls in athletics just like I had when I was there.&amp;nbsp; I am learning for everything there is a time and a season, and if the only thing I learn from this Softball season is that, It's not my time to be a coach, then I am okay with that.&amp;nbsp; I leave my kiddos for 2 hours a day for practice and by the time i get home, I am so missing them.&amp;nbsp; Wierd?&amp;nbsp; I know:)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; OH how I LOVE LOVE it when I come home though.&amp;nbsp; Daisha is usually being held and rocked by her Daddy and when she see's me, She squeals, and reaches out for me.&amp;nbsp; She gets so excited she starts shaking:)&amp;nbsp; Kasen yells, HI MOM.&amp;nbsp; or MOM, YOU'RE HOME!&amp;nbsp; Ah, what a great calling:)&amp;nbsp; I couldn't do it without Tate.&amp;nbsp; I could go on and on....HE IS Amazing.&amp;nbsp; I often wonder how I got so lucky.&amp;nbsp; He is the one and only thing in this world that drives me to be better, to be that Somebody that I want to be.&amp;nbsp; He is so great with our children, He loves, cares, and plays with them.&amp;nbsp; He supports me.&amp;nbsp; Yep, I am lucky:)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We are halfway officially "Idahoans".&amp;nbsp; Tate went and changed our title, registration and license for the blue cloud of doom.&amp;nbsp; Now we go and change the nissan.&amp;nbsp; What can I say...I love it here.&amp;nbsp; I have said it alot of times before and probably will say it a few times more.&amp;nbsp; Example:&amp;nbsp; Our garage door didn't have an opener that we could use in our car.&amp;nbsp; We would just back out of the garage, get outof the car, run in the garage, push the button, RUN fast out of the garage, jump over the laser, and the garage door would then be shut and we would be on our way.&amp;nbsp; WEll, our friends were leaving one night and noticed that we were doing just that, and said, we needed to get an opener...I said...You're not kidding:)&amp;nbsp; A few nights ago, they called, said that they had just said opener and would be over in a few minutes to install it and give it to us:)&amp;nbsp; You have no Idea, how wonderful it is to have a garage door opener :) I LOVE it.&amp;nbsp; People here....can't say enough about it.&amp;nbsp; I am slowly learning to be that way myself.&amp;nbsp; I think that the majority of people just were raised that way, to help and serve! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Life right now is good.&amp;nbsp; I have an almost 6 month old baby, and a beautiful growing amazing 3 1/2 year old.&amp;nbsp; I can't believe KASEN is 3 1/2.&amp;nbsp; Really?&amp;nbsp; He is amazing by the way. I seriously don't even know where to begin to describe him.&amp;nbsp; He is so smart, so quick to pick up on things.&amp;nbsp; And he is so kind and loving towards his little sister.&amp;nbsp; He loves to play with her, make her smile, and give her licks of his popsicle or sucker:)&amp;nbsp; She adores him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Daisha is growing too fast.&amp;nbsp; She smiles and giggles.&amp;nbsp; SHe loves her voice.&amp;nbsp; She is spoiled and loves her mamma.&amp;nbsp; Which I don't mind:)&amp;nbsp; She rolls over really well to one side and is gettin closer to the other side.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't really sit up too well, she is still wobbley.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't love Peas...at all:)&amp;nbsp; she loves sweet potatoes, sqash and bananas, yogurt and surprisingly asaparagus.&amp;nbsp; I bake asparagus and put soy sauce and balsamic on it and she loves to suck on it.&amp;nbsp; She acts so interested in all the food I am eating.&amp;nbsp; I fed her plain ol' fat free greek yogurt the other day and she loved that:)&amp;nbsp; I hope she isn't as picky as Kasen.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wow...see what happens when I only update every 3 months:)&amp;nbsp; I write a whole long list:)&amp;nbsp; That's okay though:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-1451573662216123144?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/1451573662216123144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=1451573662216123144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1451573662216123144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1451573662216123144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/03/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-782671747395740644</id><published>2011-03-09T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T19:52:13.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's TIME</title><content type='html'>So friends and family.... I am going to go Private.....&lt;br /&gt;   It's time.   I have been going back and forth with this because I know I love to blog stalk people that I have known by clicking on other people's blogs and sometimes I end up places that I just love to read, and I can do that because they don't have private blogs.  BUT.....I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;personal on my blog to let just any random person read it I think, My children, my LIFE....so ya, It's time to go Private...so I will be learning how to do this sometime in the near future...Please, Leave your email!!! I feel like I need to apologize to everyone, but it's what needs to be done:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-782671747395740644?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/782671747395740644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=782671747395740644' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/782671747395740644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/782671747395740644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s TIME'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-3880344273974835558</id><published>2011-03-06T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T20:25:35.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;5 Months....wow...baby girl is 5 months old today. Seriously? Well here are things that I want to remember:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ She has definately found her VOICE. This little angel really knows how to belt.  She is usually just really content and happy.  When she gets tired or hungry, she lets me know:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ~ She is a really GREAT eater.  We have tried.....sweet potatoes, carrots, squash, bananas and peaches.  She had peaches for the first time tonight and acted "so, so" about them.  But she loves  her sweet potatoes.  I told myself  Iwas just going to give her vegetables until she was 6 months old to see if she would turn out to be a better eater than Kasen if I did that....Oh well, that obviously went down the drain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ She LOVES her big brother.  I swear she could watch him run around all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ She hates her tummy, the majority of the time....thus she doesn't roll over hardly if ever yet.  I put her on her tummy and she gets fussy, so naturally I pick her up:)   I am not worried...Kasen didn't roll over early, didn't crawl early and now we can barely keep up with him...I think she will be perfectly fine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Can I say Thumb sucker?  She loves her little thumb.  It helps with sleep in the night time, which mommy loves now:)  Plus, I think it's pretty cute.  When she gets tired, she cuddles up on my right shoulder, puts her right thumb in her mouth and cuddles with me while sucking her thumb....I LOVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ She has strong little legs...loves to stand and hold on to my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ SMILES...she has the most adorable smiles....anyone can get her to smile at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ She doesn't laugh/giggle all that much, once in a while I can catch her in a giggling mood, which i cherish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Oh, she loves her Daddy, she will look all over for him whenever he hears his voice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ And of course she is a MOMMA's girl for sure.  She is spoiled and I like it that way.  I love to play, hold, tickle and kiss my little angel of a 5 month old.  She works as a great weight while I do ab work outs too, so she really is helpful already ...LOVE YOU Sweetie Pie~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W6XAd7mg1zM/TXRbnEZScAI/AAAAAAAAB20/GgupENPWQe0/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581186564971720706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W6XAd7mg1zM/TXRbnEZScAI/AAAAAAAAB20/GgupENPWQe0/s320/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watch out...big load coming through.  They had quite the time the other night pushing Daish around in the dump truck.  Not sure what she thought about it though:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rnV2hICMVUY/TXRbm9IdlgI/AAAAAAAAB2s/gJ-4QayyaeI/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581186563022099970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rnV2hICMVUY/TXRbm9IdlgI/AAAAAAAAB2s/gJ-4QayyaeI/s320/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-3880344273974835558?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/3880344273974835558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=3880344273974835558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/3880344273974835558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/3880344273974835558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/03/5-months.html' title='5 Months'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W6XAd7mg1zM/TXRbnEZScAI/AAAAAAAAB20/GgupENPWQe0/s72-c/055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-2607456608240450589</id><published>2011-03-06T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T14:06:56.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orderville Snow</title><content type='html'>We thought we were going down to the warmer weather, but we were wrong. Good thing I didn't bring any of Kasen's snow stuff, but I did pack his swimming trunks? Why? Not sure, we hardly EVER go swimming while in Orderville anyway. Not sure what I was thinking. Oh well, We rigged up some plastic bags in our shoes and got our warm coats on and headed out to play in the snow. It was tons of fun. We stayed out there for hours....good thing Grandma likes to hold Daisha:) It's nice to play out there in the snow, because unlike here, it's not too cold to actually play outside. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCmy6T3O8tY/TXQCqdI7J9I/AAAAAAAAB2I/mbT9gqrPA8Q/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581088766618707922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCmy6T3O8tY/TXQCqdI7J9I/AAAAAAAAB2I/mbT9gqrPA8Q/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is our Awesome GREEN snowman. We finally got the middle part up on top. I rolled and rolled and got it super big, and then couldn't really lift it up, so I found a sled and used that as my ramp and rolled it on the sled. My mom watched through the window and decided she would come and help out. Other than her almost falling in the snow, together we pushed and pulled til it sat very unsteady on top:) We found lots of good things to put on our snowman, but decided that the GREEN food coloring would do a better job at the buttons. Kasen had a fun time painting the world green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_baMbHud8Gw/TXQCp_kl8hI/AAAAAAAAB2A/h_hm0TOMuqc/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581088758681694738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_baMbHud8Gw/TXQCp_kl8hI/AAAAAAAAB2A/h_hm0TOMuqc/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0-2hIoMXODw/TXQCpPaonLI/AAAAAAAAB1w/-0k9AaeZ_hk/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581088745755024562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0-2hIoMXODw/TXQCpPaonLI/AAAAAAAAB1w/-0k9AaeZ_hk/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kasen rolling his part of the snowman. He did a fantastic job if I do say so myself:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2LPkhJttXo/TXQCo7HtfKI/AAAAAAAAB1o/8YMG1HmlDew/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581088740306943138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2LPkhJttXo/TXQCo7HtfKI/AAAAAAAAB1o/8YMG1HmlDew/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then he couldn't get it anymore and I took over! We started out with bread pans and going to build a big wall tower thing, but that was taking way too long so we decided on the snowman. It was easier and faster to build a big tall snowman than it was to build a wall with bread pan shapes!! We had fun knocking down our wall though. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581090494112273698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7ZckxSowQk/TXQEPAjfFSI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/YbOOUL9kReE/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pulled the kids on the sled from DeAnna's house.  It was fun.  And a good workout I might add.  Ruger thought he was tough enough to pull....he didn't last long:)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581090515197843090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eIopir0P7nE/TXQEQPGrVpI/AAAAAAAAB2g/Z9x4Vi9lK_E/s320/047.JPG" /&gt; Kimber on top of the hill that we sledded down.  Kasen and I had a fun time going down together.  Kimber is fearless I swear!  She headed down that hill faster than anyone and landed right in a ditch.  Literally:)  Luckily she was OK!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581090504441860914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oZfm5YH9K3A/TXQEPnCQEzI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/-S1Pkx8QC3E/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting Kasen's shoes and bags back on after they fell off climbing up the hill.  Note to self....take snow boots and pants during the winter time while going to Orderville:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-2607456608240450589?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/2607456608240450589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=2607456608240450589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/2607456608240450589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/2607456608240450589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/03/orderville-snow.html' title='Orderville Snow'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCmy6T3O8tY/TXQCqdI7J9I/AAAAAAAAB2I/mbT9gqrPA8Q/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-3655780377277691300</id><published>2011-03-05T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T13:50:37.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orderville</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I went and visited Orderville last week. I have been meaning to blog about it for a week but I have been busy having fun with my momma! She came up with me and will be staying for a few weeks...I Love IT! Here are some fun pictures that we did during the week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zDsMUHEmcBY/TXL_rVwiZsI/AAAAAAAAB1g/tv-Lj18DRHk/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580804008305649346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zDsMUHEmcBY/TXL_rVwiZsI/AAAAAAAAB1g/tv-Lj18DRHk/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colt and Kasen were buddies.  They played pretty well together.  It was fun watching and listening to them as they would "pretend" all sorts of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580804004627874834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5hEV5o7Lab0/TXL_rIDsBBI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/gikZeR0u-y0/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;One of Kasen and Colts pretend times. This time I am sure they were pretending zoo.  They would find an aminal out of one of Grandma's cool books and act like they were that animal...then they would put the animal back into the book and pick another one...literally try and pick it up with their hands and fingers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XCkgjfIqawA/TXL_q2NLVDI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/0JKnqL3sZc0/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580803999835837490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XCkgjfIqawA/TXL_q2NLVDI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/0JKnqL3sZc0/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preschool.  It was a chore to get them to actually sit down long enough and do preschool since they just wanted to play, play, play.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ShpR5IfXXW0/TXL_qtCJ9II/AAAAAAAAB1I/RglvSzudKkA/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580803997373691010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ShpR5IfXXW0/TXL_qtCJ9II/AAAAAAAAB1I/RglvSzudKkA/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kasen and Grandpa.  The first night that we got home, Kasen got out the Horse game.  Its an old betting race horse game tha I am sure nobody played with before Kasen got around to playing with it.  It was great seeing Dad get down on the floor and play with Kasen for a little while.   Ilove times like that.  My Dad thought I was silly for breaking out my camera and taking pictures but some things you just have to get documented:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u0iQlsN73ms/TXL_qDjpZPI/AAAAAAAAB1A/dWdrtABR7rs/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580803986239874290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u0iQlsN73ms/TXL_qDjpZPI/AAAAAAAAB1A/dWdrtABR7rs/s320/016.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/8135155620115569712-3655780377277691300?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/3655780377277691300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=3655780377277691300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/3655780377277691300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/3655780377277691300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/03/orderville.html' title='Orderville'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zDsMUHEmcBY/TXL_rVwiZsI/AAAAAAAAB1g/tv-Lj18DRHk/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-2688508701193402830</id><published>2011-02-18T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T18:41:00.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcake Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Valentines we had a fun little party with Kasen's friends, and let's face it...my friends who are their moms:) I made cupcakes and they came on over to the house to decorate and play. It's funny becuase you can definately tell boy and girl personalities. The boys got their cupcakes, smothered tons of frosting on them, sprinkled a few sprinkles and then went downstairs to play with the tools and trucks. The girls were at the table pretty much the whole time wanting their moms to make designs and pretty's and swirlies. It was fun. I love having our basement be a TOY room. It's just so nice to be able to have all the toys down there and just run ramped, just play play play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   On another note, today I totally thought that Daisha had finally figured out how to roll over.  Nope, I dont' think so.  This morning I put her on her tummy to have some much needed tummy time while I was getting ready for exercise class.  I came back and she was happlily on her back. I was so excited.  but the more I watch her and see her while she is on her tummy, the more I think that Kasen went over and "helped" her roll over to her back. I asked Kasen if he helped her, but he continues to tell me that he didn't.  So I guess, we will see!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Daisha's first little taste of rice cereal.  I think that she will really like it. I was giving it to her when she was both tired and hungry and wasnt' really wanting to settle for anything less than the breast.  So, I did what every mom would do, just give up the rice cereal and feed my baby girl.  I am going to be trying again. I did actually give her a taste of my pudding the other day and she really really enjoyed that...go figure:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aEce-qLYRlA/TV8sTSsFEGI/AAAAAAAAB04/2GiQgOrfEA4/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575223573653819490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aEce-qLYRlA/TV8sTSsFEGI/AAAAAAAAB04/2GiQgOrfEA4/s320/008.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here They are all besides 2 friends.  It was fun.  I sure enjoy these cute little guys hanging around.  I love getting to know people up here and spending time with them.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJDClA8dD3M/TV8sTN0N8iI/AAAAAAAAB0w/APxnFEpUTy4/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575223572345778722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJDClA8dD3M/TV8sTN0N8iI/AAAAAAAAB0w/APxnFEpUTy4/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasen and his "Antlers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PQHGhEO_NkM/TV8sS3RiomI/AAAAAAAAB0o/fK60qv9sAp4/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575223566294753890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PQHGhEO_NkM/TV8sS3RiomI/AAAAAAAAB0o/fK60qv9sAp4/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh...Apparently he wears them everywhere...not everywhere, but we do tend to play elk hunting quite often.  I know that they are not elk horns but he doesn't know that and that is what his dad told them they were, so from here on out...they are elk horns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQpWvl6f5dg/TV8sSowjlxI/AAAAAAAAB0g/TR-3xA-hdDI/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575223562398308114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQpWvl6f5dg/TV8sSowjlxI/AAAAAAAAB0g/TR-3xA-hdDI/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love my intense little BOY....all boy!  I think that is one of his many mean, growl, I am going to eat you up faces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-2688508701193402830?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/2688508701193402830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=2688508701193402830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/2688508701193402830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/2688508701193402830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/02/cupcake-party.html' title='Cupcake Party'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aEce-qLYRlA/TV8sTSsFEGI/AAAAAAAAB04/2GiQgOrfEA4/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-4654127021092770439</id><published>2011-02-15T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:02:55.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Findings</title><content type='html'>Kasen's stats that I just found and want to record:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birth:&lt;/strong&gt; 8 lbs. 14 oz. (Height) 21 inches (Head) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Days&lt;/strong&gt;: 8 lbs. 11 oz. (Height) 22 inches (Head) 37 inches (75%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 weeks:&lt;/strong&gt; 5 days: 10 lbs. 6 oz. (Height) 23 inches (Head) 38.5 (90%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Weeks:&lt;/strong&gt; 4 Days: 14 lbs. 6 oz. (Height) 24 1/2 inches (Head) 40.5 (75%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Months&lt;/strong&gt;: 18 lbs. 4 oz. (Height) 27 1/2 inches (Head) 43.4 (75%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Months&lt;/strong&gt;:  19 lbs. 14 oz. (Height) 29 inches (Head) 46 (96%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Daisha was tall but after seeing his little numbers, I forget that he was an inch taller than her at this age.  CRAZY!  Love my long little leg kiddos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-4654127021092770439?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/4654127021092770439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=4654127021092770439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4654127021092770439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/4654127021092770439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/02/findings.html' title='Findings'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-7385929915806959959</id><published>2011-02-12T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T09:49:33.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months Old</title><content type='html'>Daisha turned 4 months old on the 6th. Where does the time go? Hum lets think...wake up, feed, play, feed, nap, feed, play, nap, feed, play, feed go to sleep all by 6:30 - 7:00 ish p.m. The day after she turned 4 months old she started sleeping pretty much through the night. I put her to bed at 7:00 then "dream feed" (feed her while she is still asleep) right before I go to bed around 10 - 10:30 ish. Then she sleeps pretty much til 6 or 7 then I feed her again and she goes back to sleep until 9. She has been doing that pretty much all week. I hope she keeps it up:) Now only if Kasen and her can both sleep the whole night thru at the same time:) I don't have much to complain about, I have pretty amazing kids. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572880042536968402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7x3tatE7kEA/TVbY309HoNI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/b9ZqNaSPfzM/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daisha has found her toes. She loves to grab them and then she gets really excited about something and lets go then concentrates really hard to find them again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572880031895874658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjW_axFeGac/TVbY3NUFbGI/AAAAAAAAB0A/x07T5afzQyU/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has also found her thumb. She is Always always chewing on her hands and somehow she figured out that she can suck on her thumb. She doesn't do it all the time, but once in a while she will comfort herself for a few minutes while sucking her thumb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572880034892817170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mx3y_0c7Xug/TVbY3YenIxI/AAAAAAAAB0I/p2nDXr2KWvg/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2cJMgONGg8w/TVbY3lyUsLI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/IaX4Cv05jq8/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572880038465155250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2cJMgONGg8w/TVbY3lyUsLI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/IaX4Cv05jq8/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is a sweet little girl. Although she is quite the momma's girl already. The other night I went to the gym and the whole entire hour I was gone, Tate said that she cried and screamed. He tried pretty much everything to comfort her. At about 20 minutes into my run, I get a text from her Dad...."She hates me." The second I got home and she heard my voice she stopped crying and I held her and she was just fine, happy and playing. She is getting spoiled too, I put her down to do something like cleaning or making dinner and she can barely stand it for only 3 or 4 minutes before making little noises and starting to think that she is being neglected. I am not sure what to do about her:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;STATS: Head = 16.5  Weight = 15 lbs.  Height = 26 1/2 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-7385929915806959959?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/7385929915806959959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=7385929915806959959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7385929915806959959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7385929915806959959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/02/4-months-old.html' title='4 Months Old'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7x3tatE7kEA/TVbY309HoNI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/b9ZqNaSPfzM/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-544268399816883606</id><published>2011-02-08T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T09:08:52.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check It</title><content type='html'>My wonderful, most amazing, inspiring Sister in law. (just one of them:) Shanna has had an amazing journey with weight loss. I made this video for her and entered her into a Ragnar Relay/Biggest Loser contest. Don't mind the part where I am talking, It's awkward. But her story is truly amazing. I didn't have enough time in my 2 minute video to tell her whole story, but hopefully this gives you an idea of it!&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TpfaUmjFY_Q"&gt;HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-544268399816883606?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/544268399816883606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=544268399816883606' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/544268399816883606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/544268399816883606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/02/check-it.html' title='Check It'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-89809310833630022</id><published>2011-01-28T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T08:51:39.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool</title><content type='html'>We learned all about the letter O this week in Preschool. We also are learning to read books with the word can and see. I am definately learning how to be patient with my 3 year old who does not know how to sit still for the life of him and trying to make things exciting and interesting. He is working on being more focused and I am working on lots ot things:)  We love that Linda will let us be involved in her program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just took this of here this morning...just cause I think she is cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567279428054758642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TULzJKKLNPI/AAAAAAAABzs/Ou7EfpZLpWk/s320/IMG_1254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is Kasen's Ocean Diarama.  We had a fun time painting the outside of the box and putting glitter on it.  We loved putting and learning more about the ocean animals.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567279418868039218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TULzIn74_jI/AAAAAAAABzk/GnI590XvDEo/s320/IMG_1253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Kasen has a friend, Kazia, that comes to preschool with him.  We love that she  comes, and it's fun having my friend Kenna there to hang out with too:)  We read the Rainbow fish book and learned all about sharing.  Here they are putting colored fishy crackers in their seperate containers and then sharing with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TULzIduuQZI/AAAAAAAABzc/zZiAQPZAPpc/s1600/IMG_1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567279416128455058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TULzIduuQZI/AAAAAAAABzc/zZiAQPZAPpc/s320/IMG_1251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy...getting to eat the fishy crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TULzINUvoUI/AAAAAAAABzU/mioKPYXEO6I/s1600/IMG_1252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567279411724525890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TULzINUvoUI/AAAAAAAABzU/mioKPYXEO6I/s320/IMG_1252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-89809310833630022?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/89809310833630022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=89809310833630022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/89809310833630022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/89809310833630022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/01/preschool.html' title='Preschool'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TULzJKKLNPI/AAAAAAAABzs/Ou7EfpZLpWk/s72-c/IMG_1254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-8398547643676119502</id><published>2011-01-28T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T08:18:13.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about Humbling</title><content type='html'>Last night Tate had an interview in Idaho Falls.  We drove him there, then I took Kasen to McDonalds.  WE had a great time.  We picked up Tate and I started drving home.  From the second I picked him up, to about 4 minutes later he made 3 comments about my driving.  Talk about annoyed!!  So, while I was driving we were talking about it, maybe a little bit loudly, and I pulled over got out of the car and switched places with Tate so he could drive...silly I know!  Anyway, when I got back into the car, Kasen asked, Why did we switch?  I just said Dad wanted to drive and Tate said, Mom needed to prove a point.&lt;br /&gt;Kasen, "Were you guys fighting?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "No, we werent' fighting, just talking about me driving the car."&lt;br /&gt;Kasen, "But were you fighting Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "No we weren't hun."&lt;br /&gt;Kasen, "Mom, look at me."&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Sweetie it's ok, we weren't fighting."&lt;br /&gt;Kasen, "Mom, don't lie to me, were you fighting."&lt;br /&gt;Me as I start crying looking at my 3 year old put me in my place. "I am sorry sweetheart, I wasn't talking nice to dad."&lt;br /&gt;Kasen, "Mom, but you and Dad need to always talk nice to each other"&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there looking at my little boy wondering how he knows so much, I just started crying.  He is so amazing.  He knows so much and I don't give him credit for alot.  He is aware of us, and how we act, and right now I am grateful for him to make me humble and admit that I don't need to act annoyed and angry with Tate.  I am one lucky little momma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-8398547643676119502?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/8398547643676119502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=8398547643676119502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/8398547643676119502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/8398547643676119502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/01/talk-about-humbling.html' title='Talk about Humbling'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-7298365763199142959</id><published>2011-01-22T21:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T21:46:45.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON a ROLL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, check it OUT....I think that I am updated! I have been on quite the roll tonight and am very proud of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    Tonight was the night that I let Daisha cry it out. She cried from 8:55 to 9:21. It's 10:40 right now so we will see what the night has in store for us....but it was time. I read that baby whisperer book and apparently I dont' have what it takes to whisper to my baby because that doesn't seem to help. Call me heartless, but I think that crying it out is the only way to do it. She has been sooooo needing the nipple that I just couldn't really do it anymore......especially for her  sake, she doesn't get the good rest and sleep that the little lady needs.  I hope hope that she gets better.  We will see:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   In other news...we went to visit the Philo T. Farnsworth museum yesterday.  It was fun. tate is a distant relative of the famous man who invented the T.V. and it's in rigby.  So we ventured out and saw all the cool things about him.  The museum is run by a bunch of old ladies who volunteer and they like a donation of $2 to see the museum. It's mostly about Jefferson county, which I don't know much about, but it was interesting to see the things that they had in there.  The whole time I kept thinking of my mom and how much she loves things like this...History and all.  they had some really cool displays of old oil lamps that were used back before Christ and after. I liked those the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565252144491689954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu_VuXod-I/AAAAAAAABy8/kFRVW91I45Q/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565252152930350946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu_WNzkN2I/AAAAAAAABzE/SoDD4tODdfw/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B059.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;If you missed my later posts, you will notice Kasen's face.  Classic...seriously, he was smiling about 1 second before I snapped the picture.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565252157663291090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu_Wfb_JtI/AAAAAAAABzM/tYIcfcKxkWY/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya...maybe I should have showered that day, but here is the display of the t.v inventor himself.  apparently he also helped with inventing the incubater to help premature babies.  Cool beans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-7298365763199142959?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/7298365763199142959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=7298365763199142959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7298365763199142959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7298365763199142959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-roll.html' title='ON a ROLL'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu_VuXod-I/AAAAAAAABy8/kFRVW91I45Q/s72-c/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-5455133395122285223</id><published>2011-01-22T21:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T21:38:12.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565250679850418962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu-AeJ8QxI/AAAAAAAAByk/MuzMConO0_8/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B055.jpg" /&gt; Tate and Daisha were sitting on the tote and fell right in. Cutie Pies! On another note....Have I ever mentioned how amazing Tate is? He seriously, is the most amazing Dad in the world. He plays and plays with Kasen all day long. He changes diapers, and loves our little girl. He is so willing to let me have my me time. He stays with the kids and gets up with Kasen in the morning and lets me sleep in a little bit longer:) He just is the Best. I am the luckiest girl in all the land:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565250672891609394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu-AEO1QTI/AAAAAAAAByc/WmpOPnJds7E/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu-A-jk_ZI/AAAAAAAABy0/feD0Rrow4dE/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565250688547880338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu-A-jk_ZI/AAAAAAAABy0/feD0Rrow4dE/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OH MY...she is so Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu-AmTZi1I/AAAAAAAABys/KlqoVdZYE4s/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565250682037570386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu-AmTZi1I/AAAAAAAABys/KlqoVdZYE4s/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have started preschool.  Hometots with Linda.  She is an amazing teacher and is so patient and willing to help me anytime.  I am learning to be patient with my 3 year old.  We are learning how to sit still and try and stay focused on a task.  It's been interesting but we are getting there.  He is learning quite a lot already and we have only been going for 2 weeks. This week we are learning the letter o.  We have a friend Kazia that comes and it's a little better with someone else to help to the projects with.  I am amazed at his learning abilities and how quickly he gets things, especially when he is paying attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-5455133395122285223?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/5455133395122285223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=5455133395122285223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/5455133395122285223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/5455133395122285223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunk.html' title='Sunk'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu-AeJ8QxI/AAAAAAAAByk/MuzMConO0_8/s72-c/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-2341325518715846357</id><published>2011-01-22T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T21:32:01.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Kids</title><content type='html'>My dear sweet friend Jael sent this outfit to Daisha.  She looks cute it in and I was so glad because she doesn't have many 3-6 month clothes!  Thanks J!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu69oArFWI/AAAAAAAAByU/W7xkpNYPL-U/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565247332421408098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu69oArFWI/AAAAAAAAByU/W7xkpNYPL-U/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu69UvpuEI/AAAAAAAAByM/1Yq5RUBr7x8/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565247327249741890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu69UvpuEI/AAAAAAAAByM/1Yq5RUBr7x8/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu69NE2KzI/AAAAAAAAByE/E2f9SQlvOI0/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565247325191154482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu69NE2KzI/AAAAAAAAByE/E2f9SQlvOI0/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu68XVNgzI/AAAAAAAABx8/dMdQKu3BetI/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565247310764278578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu68XVNgzI/AAAAAAAABx8/dMdQKu3BetI/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Funny Story....So we went to visit some friends and drop off some cookies.  We stayed for a minute to visit and Kasen loves playing at their house...so as I was talking and he was playing he comes upstairs and says...oops mom I peed in my underwear.  Okay, wouldn't really be that big of a deal if it was an accident but he had been "accidently" peeing in his underwear for 3 days straight and just wouldn't go to the bathroom when he needed to....frustrating...so I tell him that we need to go home and get cleaned up.  HE then proceeds to throw a MAJOR Major fit and is definately screaming that he wants to stay and play.  I apologize to my friend and then drag him out to the car.  He is still crying and screaming and trying to tell me that he still wants to play at Lisa's house.  I tell him that he can't stay and play when he pee's in his underwear, and that he needs to know that if he wants to be able to do fun things that he needs to remember to go to the bathroom cause if he pees then he has to go home.  He cries, yells at me some more, and at that point I don't quite yell back but almost, that he never yells at me and talks to me that way and becuase he did, he needs to go to his room and stay there for a while:)  Anyway, so we are home, I take him upstairs to his room.  I close his door and he is still screaming at the TOP of his lungs...LIke crazy.  He puts himself inside of his closet in the corner and is crying that he doesn't want to be in time out...I never told him thathe had to be in the closet corner but apparently that is where timeout is.  So, after the buzzer goes off I go upstairs and see that he has peed quite a bit more and it's all down his legs and pants. I start feeling a little bad, becuase he was in time out and apparently needed to go to the bathroom some more.  I tell him that it's okay for him to go to the bathroom even when he is in timeout.  We clean him up, he then begins to YELL some more so we repeat the process,  I shut the door to his room and a few minutes later, I go upstairs to find him Zonked out.  He was a pretty miserable tired boy I guess.  I should have known, he hardly EVER throws fits like that unless he is beyond the point of no return as  Icall it tired!  So he napped for a little while and then was once again sad that he wasn't playing at Lisa's house, but didn't throw the fits like before! Phewph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu68JOiOxI/AAAAAAAABx0/LnegXxWb3eA/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565247306978179858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu68JOiOxI/AAAAAAAABx0/LnegXxWb3eA/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B028.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/8135155620115569712-2341325518715846357?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/2341325518715846357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=2341325518715846357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/2341325518715846357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/2341325518715846357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-kids.html' title='Oh Kids'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu69oArFWI/AAAAAAAAByU/W7xkpNYPL-U/s72-c/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-3274380489307298114</id><published>2011-01-22T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T21:17:47.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just want to post some pics I took of Daisha.....I Will definately want to look back at these and see how she changes:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu5XA-N4KI/AAAAAAAABxk/yRa0aRtJRYU/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565245569595465890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu5XA-N4KI/AAAAAAAABxk/yRa0aRtJRYU/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu5W1yqrhI/AAAAAAAABxc/YsTEhnNCRC0/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565245566594231826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu5W1yqrhI/AAAAAAAABxc/YsTEhnNCRC0/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SMILY Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu5Wmomj6I/AAAAAAAABxU/17tByqmho38/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565245562525487010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu5Wmomj6I/AAAAAAAABxU/17tByqmho38/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu5We1WfrI/AAAAAAAABxM/jUQnuCPXWg8/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565245560431476402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu5We1WfrI/AAAAAAAABxM/jUQnuCPXWg8/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sucking her thumb...she really doesn't do it too often.  She loves her hands though and loves to chew on them. She hates the pacifier and doesn't like it when we try and force the thumb in her mouth, only on her terms.  &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/8135155620115569712-3274380489307298114?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/3274380489307298114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=3274380489307298114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/3274380489307298114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/3274380489307298114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/01/pics.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu5XA-N4KI/AAAAAAAABxk/yRa0aRtJRYU/s72-c/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-7716820192069483649</id><published>2011-01-22T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T21:06:16.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went and visited the Thomason family over New Years and had a blast as usual.  We were able to go to Joslyn's baptism and see that take place, which was very very special.  Here we are at Bev and Scott's new home that they bought and are in the process of moving into.  I am super bummed that I didn't get more pictures of the week that we were there.  We went shopping lots, had fun times of hanging out  playing games, and alot of people including Tate played that one poker game, oh texas holdem, on New years eve till forever:)  Kasen did stay up until about 1 when we finally went to go to sleep.  He probably would stay up that late every night if we would let him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu2MzQ8n3I/AAAAAAAABxE/2WDzRjfQJxI/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565242095582355314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu2MzQ8n3I/AAAAAAAABxE/2WDzRjfQJxI/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu2MaWlHsI/AAAAAAAABw8/gu5L9L0uwao/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565242088895094466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu2MaWlHsI/AAAAAAAABw8/gu5L9L0uwao/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going sledding down their big long driveway of a hill:)  Kasen just walked up and down and then we left because it was freezing:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu2MK2AkGI/AAAAAAAABw0/KEfK3Wza4HE/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565242084731949154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu2MK2AkGI/AAAAAAAABw0/KEfK3Wza4HE/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kirsten throwing quite a fit.  She was pretty cold and didnt' like being outside.  I have to admit, I have the most adorable nieces and nephews on the planet.  Kirsten is definately one of my favorites, she is at such a cute stage and loves her aunt Jana ( I give her candy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu2L7EjXMI/AAAAAAAABws/G0e9ArFjNb4/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565242080497982658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu2L7EjXMI/AAAAAAAABws/G0e9ArFjNb4/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu2LiwtwII/AAAAAAAABwk/YFmFRoG9JTA/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565242073972326530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu2LiwtwII/AAAAAAAABwk/YFmFRoG9JTA/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ha ha..just classic!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-7716820192069483649?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/7716820192069483649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=7716820192069483649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7716820192069483649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7716820192069483649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/01/colorado-fun.html' title='Colorado fun'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu2MzQ8n3I/AAAAAAAABxE/2WDzRjfQJxI/s72-c/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-7695605823395688690</id><published>2011-01-22T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T20:58:02.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Face</title><content type='html'>I have a crazy hair girl and a very silly face little boy. I can honestly say that there is not 15 minutes that goes by that Kasen doesn't do something silly that has me laughing. He loves to be silly, make up new words and knock knock jokes that do NOT make any sense at all. Example....knock knock...who's there? (will look around the room to see if anything catches his eye) peaches. Peaches who? smooshy smashy....get it? ha ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;   Okay, so I guess you just have to be there and be his parent to really appreciate it:)  He is beginning to realize he doesn't get all the attention and when it isn't him who is getting the attention, it's quite the ordeal.  He whines when someone is not playing with him every second.....you may think that I am exaggerating, well I am only by a few seconds!!  He is still the best big brother that Daisha could ask for, very loving and sweet.  Whenever she is crying or sad, he will run right over and sing her I am a Child of God.  I think it's very adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu0NV4xdxI/AAAAAAAABwc/fH8GZhcOL78/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565239905852946194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu0NV4xdxI/AAAAAAAABwc/fH8GZhcOL78/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu0NN10rrI/AAAAAAAABwU/7pIiONcwlUE/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565239903693090482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu0NN10rrI/AAAAAAAABwU/7pIiONcwlUE/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu0MnDnm7I/AAAAAAAABwM/iWWnYrwnDmI/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565239893281971122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu0MnDnm7I/AAAAAAAABwM/iWWnYrwnDmI/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu0MDX23SI/AAAAAAAABwE/E7qZoeeIlA0/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565239883703180578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu0MDX23SI/AAAAAAAABwE/E7qZoeeIlA0/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My all time favorite silly face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu0LaOWkkI/AAAAAAAABv8/uqphL_BomFo/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565239872657461826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu0LaOWkkI/AAAAAAAABv8/uqphL_BomFo/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Man being a mom to him sure is tough sometimes.  He seems pretty demanding and attention starved most days, but I guess what 3 year old isn't?  But whenever I think about him and all that he is and the kind of person and friend that he is for me, I just get all mooshy inside and overwhelmed at the love I have for him.  &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/8135155620115569712-7695605823395688690?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/7695605823395688690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=7695605823395688690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7695605823395688690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7695605823395688690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/01/silly-face.html' title='Silly Face'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTu0NV4xdxI/AAAAAAAABwc/fH8GZhcOL78/s72-c/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-1136241372024864384</id><published>2011-01-22T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T20:48:02.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daisha was born with tons of hair. She has since lost quite a bit of it and has started to get the line around the head of baldness. She still has a little long piece in the back, and a little on top, but is balding around the middle:) Its fun to see what we can do with her hair, even with all the hair she gets mistaken for a boy....I guess I should start putting more bows in her hair, but we think she is definately a little girl with all the right little girl features:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTuymXEEL0I/AAAAAAAABv0/Jz9JsbmM_S4/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565238136642219842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTuymXEEL0I/AAAAAAAABv0/Jz9JsbmM_S4/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everytime we lay her on our couch her hair goes nutso....it's a good time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTuymCCTKsI/AAAAAAAABvs/FARM4NUwmQw/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565238130997668546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTuymCCTKsI/AAAAAAAABvs/FARM4NUwmQw/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTuyl-TpdpI/AAAAAAAABvk/Dx8w-EaNJhE/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565238129996691090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTuyl-TpdpI/AAAAAAAABvk/Dx8w-EaNJhE/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a cute picture after bath time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTuyljy6zMI/AAAAAAAABvc/QeOHrDDjU_4/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565238122880093378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTuyljy6zMI/AAAAAAAABvc/QeOHrDDjU_4/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After bath time, gotta love it!&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/8135155620115569712-1136241372024864384?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/1136241372024864384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=1136241372024864384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1136241372024864384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1136241372024864384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/01/crazy-hair.html' title='Crazy Hair'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTuymXEEL0I/AAAAAAAABv0/Jz9JsbmM_S4/s72-c/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-8999203501798093517</id><published>2011-01-22T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T20:33:22.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTuujACxGZI/AAAAAAAABuk/gYhED7I8vyM/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565233680876640658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTuujACxGZI/AAAAAAAABuk/gYhED7I8vyM/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first big snow in Firth.  We built...when I say we, I mean Tate and Kasen, built a snowman...it has lasted for at least a month and a half.  They did a great job!  Of course, after they were finished we had to have yummy hot chocolate:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTuui2WJuzI/AAAAAAAABuc/bbrHn06mMGU/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565233678273592114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTuui2WJuzI/AAAAAAAABuc/bbrHn06mMGU/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fixing the gloves...WE don't like being cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTuuikwE0zI/AAAAAAAABuU/S3I1MU7LSNQ/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565233673550484274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTuuikwE0zI/AAAAAAAABuU/S3I1MU7LSNQ/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas morning, playing with the new playdough cake making station.  We had a fun time making some pretty awesome cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTuuiBCy2eI/AAAAAAAABuM/MkfuEslbtYk/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565233663965321698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTuuiBCy2eI/AAAAAAAABuM/MkfuEslbtYk/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby's first Christmas, Christmas morning 2010.  Daisha is such a sweetie pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTuuh69DJgI/AAAAAAAABuE/EVhV6VcAMhE/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565233662330611202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTuuh69DJgI/AAAAAAAABuE/EVhV6VcAMhE/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Merry Christmas little angel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-8999203501798093517?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/8999203501798093517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=8999203501798093517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/8999203501798093517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/8999203501798093517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/01/past-pictures.html' title='Past Pictures'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTuujACxGZI/AAAAAAAABuk/gYhED7I8vyM/s72-c/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-1661006195619244009</id><published>2011-01-21T20:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T20:25:01.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The big 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tate had his 28th birthday on the 15th. Boy he is getting old:) He requested a moose cake (his mom's special homemade chocolate cake) with homemade frosting!! Kasen got him a sweet gun, some bubbles, and little pill like things you stick in water and they grow into small dinosaurs. He was pretty excited about his gifts and has since let Kasen have all of them....well, the gun, seeing how we have already blown all the bubbles and the other things weren't much of a success:) Kasen and I had a fun time making his birthday cake. His parents were able to come and visit that day and stayed till monday, so it was lots of fun having them here. We went to dinner to Texas roadhouse which is always a success, and then came home and sang happy birthday and had a piece of cake:) So much fun, and so exciting!!! It's fun to be able to do those type of things, mostly because Kasen gets such a kick out of it, decorating, the balloons, the hats the whole shabang:) So here's to you Birthday Boy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTupTfI6oDI/AAAAAAAABt8/cXdDKc99fus/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565227916787884082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTupTfI6oDI/AAAAAAAABt8/cXdDKc99fus/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B053.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet little darlin' and her birthday hat, with her grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTupS0acXmI/AAAAAAAABt0/ybh7FXBaIX4/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565227905318674018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTupS0acXmI/AAAAAAAABt0/ybh7FXBaIX4/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blowin' out the candles.  All 25 of them, we were short 3 darn it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTupSim1LtI/AAAAAAAABts/E84Xk975cFg/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565227900538793682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTupSim1LtI/AAAAAAAABts/E84Xk975cFg/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Singing Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTupSDurovI/AAAAAAAABtk/9OVTvhoaKR4/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565227892250223346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTupSDurovI/AAAAAAAABtk/9OVTvhoaKR4/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTupR1sWEaI/AAAAAAAABtc/1LGLEDSzo3Y/s1600/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565227888482324898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTupR1sWEaI/AAAAAAAABtc/1LGLEDSzo3Y/s320/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahhh...Drats....I don't want to rotate to make it right...so just turn your head...the cake:)&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/8135155620115569712-1661006195619244009?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/1661006195619244009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=1661006195619244009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1661006195619244009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1661006195619244009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-28.html' title='The big 28'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TTupTfI6oDI/AAAAAAAABt8/cXdDKc99fus/s72-c/December%2Band%2BJanuary%2B053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-237122594022368491</id><published>2011-01-09T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T20:14:49.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We have had a fun time playing in the snow. While we were in Talmage, it snowed like Crazy!!! The last night that we were there, Kasen and I headed out to play in it one last time. Where people had shoveled the snow, there was a big pile, so we started digging through that to make a tunnel. Kasen was sure that he was a little ground hog. I was the mommy groundhog and he the baby:) Once I had dug all the way through to actually see the other side, he climbed up on top and started digging a hole on the top. He kept saying that he had to have a hole in the top or else he would be able to get out of his home. That is how groundhogs get out and see, is through the top of the tunnel. Well, of course mom!! I kept telling him not to becuase it was going to cave in adn I didn't really want to be in the middle of the tunnel with him on the top and it cave in. anyway, we had a fun time pretending to be groundhogs. Till it got too cold and so we had to go back inside for Hot Chocolate. Now, he pretty much just gets all dressed, goes outside for about 4 minutes then runs back in claiming he is Freezing and needs hot chocolate. Good way to get the yummy hot cocoa, but it sure does take forever getting him into his snow clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSqHkk4tmAI/AAAAAAAABss/ApSa1awrZ7E/s1600/play.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560405752388884482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSqHkk4tmAI/AAAAAAAABss/ApSa1awrZ7E/s320/play.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSqGRPdpMuI/AAAAAAAABsc/hw2jCrb2x4c/s1600/eat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560404320709063394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSqGRPdpMuI/AAAAAAAABsc/hw2jCrb2x4c/s320/eat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves to EAT the snow. from the looks of the background it doesnt' look to clean, but some of it was, and we really enjoyed it:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-237122594022368491?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/237122594022368491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=237122594022368491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/237122594022368491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/237122594022368491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-time.html' title='Snow Time'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSqHkk4tmAI/AAAAAAAABss/ApSa1awrZ7E/s72-c/play.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-1575723007737936098</id><published>2011-01-09T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T20:07:27.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas parties</title><content type='html'>Here are few more pictures from our time in Talmage.  We also were able to attend a family Christmas party which was a blast :)  We had our own little "Roy and Brenda" Family party and then after that we had one where Santa came with the bigger Sorensen family party.  It's always nice to be able to get together and see everyone, and especially for me, continue to learn everyone's names and where they belong in.  I know...I should know by now, it's been 5 years but, I am almost there I think:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560400857643729074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSqDHqihwLI/AAAAAAAABrc/fudc-CGYBv8/s320/gran.jpg" /&gt; All of the Sorensen Grandkids.  A pretty cute bunch! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560400863248889234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSqDH_a5tZI/AAAAAAAABrs/eUFz2xV1WL4/s320/jnk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daisha and Kasen with their Sorensen Grandparents.  Kasen 3 Daisha 2 1/2 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560401284696618530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSqDghb3tiI/AAAAAAAABsU/OZlKxVbczLk/s320/yfg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasen waiting to open his presents.  Yea:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560401281267825442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSqDgUqYeyI/AAAAAAAABsM/gpzX1VjoQ7g/s320/rujy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tate opening his present from Wendy...some nice camo gloves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560401281959279026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSqDgXPPObI/AAAAAAAABsE/8iL4lJHDRM4/s320/nnn.jpg" /&gt; Kasen hitting the pinata.  Grandma had made 2 pinatas with lots of little toys and candy in it for the kids...it was a big "hit"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSqDIOMlhKI/AAAAAAAABr0/cVdwPtGPC8k/s1600/kjh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560400867215377570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSqDIOMlhKI/AAAAAAAABr0/cVdwPtGPC8k/s320/kjh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opening present from Ruger.  Cool trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSqDHmsiV9I/AAAAAAAABrk/gDjROoOg1TQ/s1600/jn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560400856611968978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSqDHmsiV9I/AAAAAAAABrk/gDjROoOg1TQ/s320/jn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another cool truck from Ruger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSqDHQesptI/AAAAAAAABrU/IiVJKfC3dFM/s1600/htdhgf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560400850648344274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSqDHQesptI/AAAAAAAABrU/IiVJKfC3dFM/s320/htdhgf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And Santa Clause.  This year was a bit more of success than last.  He was excited to get to sit on Santa's lap.  Although, he was funny.  For the longest time, Kasen kept telling us that he was going to ask santa for a buzz lightyear, that is what he really wanted and would think would be super cool.  Then right when we  got to Talmage, he changed his mind to a yellow puppy named up.  He didnt' want a real one, just a pretend one that talked.  We had NO clue as to where he got that one. I think that the last time that he even saw the movie Up was during the summer.  So, we spoiled him and he got to ask Santa for a Yellow puppy that talked.  We kept talkign to him about how COOL it would be to have a Buzzlightyear instead and he wasn't sure if it was that cool anymore.....needless to say, Santa was very giving this year and got him both a Buzz Lightyear and a Yellow puppy named UP, which really, since the dog actually talks and for those of you who have seen the movie, his real name is Doug, but we call him UP anyway:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-1575723007737936098?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/1575723007737936098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=1575723007737936098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1575723007737936098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1575723007737936098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-parties.html' title='Christmas parties'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSqDHqihwLI/AAAAAAAABrc/fudc-CGYBv8/s72-c/gran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-2769830519596217850</id><published>2011-01-08T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T14:34:31.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ON December 19th we drove to Talmage and blessed our sweet little angel girl. We were able to have all but 1 family member on Tate's side make the blessing. I am not going to lie, I was a little sad about not having any members of my family be able to make it, but I know that's how it goes:) I know that especially my parents wished they could have but the Darn weather was TOO horrible to drive. I know they love us:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few things that I want to remember about the special blessing given to Daisha Dana...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   Your dad blessed you to have a love of the scriptures, to study them and let them be your guide. To have a spirit of service. You have a large family that loves you very much with people all around you that want the best for you. To find a worthy man to take you to the temple when its time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559924121542881490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSjRh-KwcNI/AAAAAAAABrM/GQVqMQ4UBqA/s320/ry%253D400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559924117475128146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSjRhvA7c1I/AAAAAAAABrE/kwCyRbf-tdw/s320/dassa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559924117089664946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSjRhtlBv7I/AAAAAAAABq8/lDmAYCXxXxE/s320/dass.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We love you sweet little girl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-2769830519596217850?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/2769830519596217850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=2769830519596217850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/2769830519596217850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/2769830519596217850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/01/blessing.html' title='Blessing'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSjRh-KwcNI/AAAAAAAABrM/GQVqMQ4UBqA/s72-c/ry%253D400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-1485008047827302154</id><published>2011-01-04T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T20:25:58.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up #1...bloody finger</title><content type='html'>It seems like it is just too hard to post again since it's been forever since my last one. But I will try. I will start with Christmas I guess:) WE had a wonderful, wonderful Christmas filled with lots of love and gifts, especially the spirit of service and giving. We have been extremely blessed this past Christmas with amazing friends and secret Santas, that have kept us filled with the spirit and love of others, and kept us very humble. A little bit of a surprise.....3 days before Christmas I almost cut my finger off:) Yep, the 22nd, I was making treats for the neighbors and trying to get some hard candy out of the dish and using a long thin, bendy knife I sliced the pointer on my left hand. As we type its still very numb and wierd feeling. Before story goes as follows. I asked Tate if he would come in and slice the squares for me since I was having a rough time of doing it, he started and was being extremely careful. While cutting he says, "This is a good way to cut off your finger." I said, "Do you want me to hold the pan?" Tate, "Ya, I would rather you cut off your finger than me, you still have insurance." So we go on and he finishes cutting the treats into squares and leaves the kitchen. I then proceed to PRY the suckers out of the pan, and the last corner and the treats pop out while the knife slips and cuts me:) I grab my finger, run to the sink and don't dare look, while I am yelling at Tate. He runs in, and looks at my finger and says, Yep, lets go the ER. We call our amazing friend she runs over to take the kids, and we head to the Hospital. ON our way, I am being a spaz, it actually hurt pretty bad, but lets be honest, I was overreacting a bit:) He then tells me that he didn't really MEAN for me to cut off my finger, it was just a joke:) REALLY Funny Tate:) Anyway, we get there, they make me go to the ER, and I get 8 stitches. Last Sat, Tate took them out for me while we were in Colorado, he did a FANTASTIC job and now I just need my finger to heal and getting the feeling back, which probably will take a while, but it's starting to get a bit better!!! Ah, Merry Christmas:) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558552797394898546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSPyUZn6DnI/AAAAAAAABq0/ff7UdGEq4_Q/s320/finger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558552794749892418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSPyUPxSd0I/AAAAAAAABqs/ILLiHRuh05Y/s320/i_have_a_tendon___bone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558552262109188018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSPx1Ph2T7I/AAAAAAAABqk/2jppuDlbO9A/s320/IMG_1172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-1485008047827302154?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/1485008047827302154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=1485008047827302154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1485008047827302154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/1485008047827302154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2011/01/catch-up-1bloody-finger.html' title='Catch up #1...bloody finger'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TSPyUZn6DnI/AAAAAAAABq0/ff7UdGEq4_Q/s72-c/finger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-2451870353202890685</id><published>2010-12-19T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T15:18:29.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When you're having FUN! Tate and I have been married for 5 wonderful years. He is everything to me...I wish I was good with words to express my love and feelings for him, I am not:) We have a wonderful life full of ups and downs, not sure what we're doin's, laughter and love. I am not sure what I would do without Him. He is my Rock. My best friend. I love living this life with him. He still makes me laugh, smile and roll my eyes from his silliness:) I am so glad to have many many more years to grow and learn from Tate. Love you Babe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552536024469884466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TQ6SGH0WTjI/AAAAAAAABqQ/CTsZvESCuDo/s320/n668799289_151873_8877.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TQ6SXo9Y6uI/AAAAAAAABqY/qt26FLlY9kw/s1600/n668799289_151875_9154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552536325423950562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TQ6SXo9Y6uI/AAAAAAAABqY/qt26FLlY9kw/s320/n668799289_151875_9154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-2451870353202890685?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/2451870353202890685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=2451870353202890685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/2451870353202890685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/2451870353202890685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies...'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TQ6SGH0WTjI/AAAAAAAABqQ/CTsZvESCuDo/s72-c/n668799289_151873_8877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-5353132849703202488</id><published>2010-12-16T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:36:55.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stats</title><content type='html'>I needed to hurry and post my Baby Girls 2 month old stats before I lose the paper and worse, before I forget:)&lt;br /&gt;Length: 24 inches 93%&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 12.2 70%&lt;br /&gt;Head: ????? will update when I remember, since I don't have my paper in front of me:)  But definately much much smaller than Kasens, it was in the 50th %....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-5353132849703202488?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/5353132849703202488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=5353132849703202488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/5353132849703202488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/5353132849703202488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2010/12/stats.html' title='Stats'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-3812853089395797832</id><published>2010-12-15T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T12:57:59.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty and the Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The other night Kasen found his "monster" glasses. He just watched the show beauty and the beast and loves to chase people around with his beast glasses telling them that he is the masterpiece....ha ha ..i think that he put the beast as the master and then not sure what the piece comes from but put it together to make him the Masterpiece.   He loves to crawl underneath the crib and be "locked" in and then makes Tate play the guard.  Tate tells him that he is locked in forever and can never get out.  Kasen acts like he is so sad and scared.  He then says, "but I am a family of  yours."  Ha ha..he is a pretty good actor.  He loves to pretend anything.  Any new show he loves to reinact it and play it:)  He is so fun, getting so old and smart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551013254647466018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TQkpJQK_SCI/AAAAAAAABpw/2BI37BUWt24/s320/IMG_1125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TQkpLPh2I_I/AAAAAAAABqA/Oa9UBWnqLoc/s1600/IMG_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551013288834638834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TQkpLPh2I_I/AAAAAAAABqA/Oa9UBWnqLoc/s320/IMG_1130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then there is my beauty.  I just am loving to get to know this sweet little angel:)  I love this little dress my friend Des made is for her.  She looked so adorable and will be able to wear this as a shirt as she gets older:)  Plus if we ever go to Hawaii, this is definately coming with us:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551013249881374530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TQkpI-aqf0I/AAAAAAAABpo/1x6eHe1Oy0E/s320/IMG_1124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TQkpKXzCuTI/AAAAAAAABp4/RED8RWTwkdE/s1600/IMG_1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551013273874381106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TQkpKXzCuTI/AAAAAAAABp4/RED8RWTwkdE/s320/IMG_1129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daisha is smiling all the time.  I love it because she definately recognized me and gets very excited when I talk to her. She kicks her legs and wails her arms and tries to say something back but just can't quite get it out.  she has found her little voice though and makes the sweetest little noises when we talk:)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-3812853089395797832?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/3812853089395797832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=3812853089395797832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/3812853089395797832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/3812853089395797832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2010/12/beauty-and-beast.html' title='Beauty and the Beast'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TQkpJQK_SCI/AAAAAAAABpw/2BI37BUWt24/s72-c/IMG_1125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-3235990177523349927</id><published>2010-12-11T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T08:56:29.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TQOszA5WgiI/AAAAAAAABpg/kjJnHfB6erA/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, long story...here goes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Thanksgiving I was just going to drive back to Idaho, all the sudden my tooth started hurting like crazy (wierd? I think not). So Tate flew down to Las Vegas, I picked him up and we headed on down to Yuma AZ where I have an Amazing endodontist cousin who fixes my teeth like magic. This has happened before if we can all remember:) Anyway, so after 5 hours in the dentist chair my tooth was fixed, we stayed and hung out for a day and then drove back to vegas. I was thinking we could have a fun little vacation while we were there. We went to the Leid museum and took Kasen. Another few things happened before this which made the trip ROTTEN, but I will post that later:) anyway the museum was fun. Then we decided to go to the NFR, that's right, Tate and I were able to go to the National Finals Rodeo and we had a BLAST. Aunt Liz watched our Kids:) THANKS SO MUCH AUNT LIZ. We are going to try dang hard to go again next year. IT was fun, even though Vegas is crazy. Here are the pics of the museum. I didn't get much at the rodeo. But here is Kasen, he is cute:)&lt;/div&gt;  ha ha..i guess that wasn't much of a long story, but I promise that it really is a long story:)  Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TQOoyMECYaI/AAAAAAAABpQ/oC6XW11xJZg/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549464746035667362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TQOoyMECYaI/AAAAAAAABpQ/oC6XW11xJZg/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TQOox0Dds7I/AAAAAAAABpI/BC2P69qHRS0/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549464739590812594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TQOox0Dds7I/AAAAAAAABpI/BC2P69qHRS0/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TQOoxWsk18I/AAAAAAAABpA/xCU1jyIHq40/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549464731710183362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TQOoxWsk18I/AAAAAAAABpA/xCU1jyIHq40/s320/018.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/8135155620115569712-3235990177523349927?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/3235990177523349927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=3235990177523349927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/3235990177523349927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/3235990177523349927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2010/12/adventures.html' title='Adventures'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TQOoyMECYaI/AAAAAAAABpQ/oC6XW11xJZg/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-5849983159180942131</id><published>2010-12-06T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:14:42.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit Curious</title><content type='html'>Even though this was a while ago I wanted to blog about it.  Curious George just happened to be in Shelley Idaho a few weeks ago and so we of course had to go to his party that they were throwing him at the library:)  It was fun.  Kasen loves curious george books and his little shows.  We played games and made crafts and ate bananas.  When it was his turn to take a picture, he wasn't too excited.  I am pretty sure that George freaked him out a little bit.  We had fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TP2r06PWD3I/AAAAAAAABnw/FLeeD89RQaU/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547779241465483122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TP2r06PWD3I/AAAAAAAABnw/FLeeD89RQaU/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TP2r0dKE4AI/AAAAAAAABno/NKYxwAMfT7g/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547779233658757122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TP2r0dKE4AI/AAAAAAAABno/NKYxwAMfT7g/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TP2r0BET4fI/AAAAAAAABng/pGLr5SpQRCs/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547779226118382066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TP2r0BET4fI/AAAAAAAABng/pGLr5SpQRCs/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-5849983159180942131?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/5849983159180942131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=5849983159180942131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/5849983159180942131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/5849983159180942131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2010/12/bit-curious.html' title='A bit Curious'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TP2r06PWD3I/AAAAAAAABnw/FLeeD89RQaU/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-7386827310760650543</id><published>2010-11-23T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T07:29:18.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiled</title><content type='html'>We have been having a fun time in Orderville.  Bev and Scott and family get here tonight so we are anxiously awaiting there arrival:)  Kasen has been playing hard with Colt and it's so much fun to listen to them play and pretend with each other.  I wanted to remember our conversation last night was I was changing Daisha's diaper and getting ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;  Kasen: "Mom do you have a bum?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Yes I have a bum."&lt;br /&gt;K: "Is your bum the same as my bum?"&lt;br /&gt;M: "Yes, my bum is the same as your bum...as little bit bigger than your cute little bum, but still the same."&lt;br /&gt;  He is so infatuated with bums. Meagan watched him the other week and he asked her if she had a bum too:)  Last night I was excited to cook my first ever moose burger.  I cooked it and put it in enchiladas.  I made my dad go first and he didn't really make a face while eating it so I thought that it was going to be okay.  I took a big bite adn then proceeded to gag.  I am not a fan of moose burger.  So, we then went over next door to Cooter's Cafe and had dinner:)  My mom ordered a pie for me...how considerate of her...I told her not too, but she just went right ahead and ordered 2 pieces.  Yes, I fell off the wagon and ate half of a piece:)  Oh well.....it was pretty good!  Last night my mom held Daisha till 5:30 in the morning so  Icould get some sleep.  She just slept on my mom all night....Grandma is spoiling her like crazy...so is Grandpa..I love it!  We are so spoiled when we come home and I appreciate my parents for loving us and spoiling us!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-7386827310760650543?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/7386827310760650543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=7386827310760650543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7386827310760650543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7386827310760650543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2010/11/spoiled.html' title='Spoiled'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-3967444161594257607</id><published>2010-11-19T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:15:53.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling</title><content type='html'>You know...I don't have too much to write about.   I honestly don't think it's even worth blogging when I don't have any pictures!  But oh well.  I am down in Valley with my parents for a week before Thanksgiving.  Just getting ready to rock in Volleyball:)  I love being home!  I love driving around and seeing everything that is familiar!!  I love that DeAnna just lets Kasen come and play forever at her house, and he is exhausted every night and just collapses at bedtime!  I love that my Mom will hold and spoil my sweet little 6 week old.   ahhh..Home:)  but I miss Tate, luckily he will be working two hunts this next week and make it worth being away.  WE are planning on blessing Daisha on the 5th in Talmage.  She is growing so fast.  Kasen is getting so old....I don't know what to do with him sometimes.  He is so smart and loving.  He takes very good care of his baby sister.  "Don't worry sis, mom is coming" 'Stop crying sis, I am trying to watch my show" "Can you make a smile for big brotha?" "It's okay, big brother's here." "It's okay sis, it's okay." "That's enough crying sis." He is learning how to write his letters, he is great at tracing and working in his school book.  He loves to pretend to go to school, his classmates are always joslyn and ethan, mostly ethan.  He repeats the articles of Faith during school as well as the pledge of allegiance...I love making him repeat the pledge of allegiance,  I think it's so cute how he says it.  He is really into How to train your dragon.  He loves making up his own stories, he loves books and reading.  he is just awesome.  I love being a Mom.  You know.....I really do.  It's my thing, I dont' know what else I would do if I couldn't be a mother, I don't really have any other talents or special things about me besides I am a good baby haver and think I am an okay mom, at least I try hard.  IT brings the most JOY in my life I could ever imagine.  Also, my husband is pretty much the MOST amazing man in the whole world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-3967444161594257607?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/3967444161594257607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=3967444161594257607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/3967444161594257607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/3967444161594257607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2010/11/rambling.html' title='Rambling'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-3175149507259686740</id><published>2010-11-08T09:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T09:15:40.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday we took family pictures. I can't wait to get them back. In the meantime enjoy this one we took while she was getting the good ones with a "real" camera:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TNgvN2n7d8I/AAAAAAAABnU/buCTV-XuUhc/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537227656899819458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TNgvN2n7d8I/AAAAAAAABnU/buCTV-XuUhc/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daisha at 4 1/2 weeks~  She is starting to smile (once in a while), which melts my heart.  She is getting stronger at holding her head up...still very bobble head but getting better:)  Her 2 weeks checkup went great.  Healthy as a horse.  8 lbs. 10 oz. 23 inches 14.5 head   Kasen also had his 3 year old well check.  Stats:  Weight: 40.2 lbs (99%) Height: 42.2 (100%) Head....Not sure but definately off the charts:)  I am so grateful for my healthy growing children:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-3175149507259686740?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/3175149507259686740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=3175149507259686740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/3175149507259686740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/3175149507259686740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2010/11/eye-candy.html' title='Eye Candy'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TNgvN2n7d8I/AAAAAAAABnU/buCTV-XuUhc/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-7478381863548831124</id><published>2010-11-02T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:33:02.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that's something to blog about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy Halloween. Kasen went as a hunter. So did Tate and I. WE were able to go Brigham City and spend the weekend with Tate's sister Shanna and her family.  Regina (sister in law) and her kids were able to come and spend the days with us also, which was great.  She has a son who is about 4 months older than Kasen and they play great together.  This weekend really wasn't about Halloween but mostly about Tate's big moose hunt.  His ONCE IN A LIFETIME tag that he drew and he was excited.  He hasn't had much time to think about this hunt because of work but he finally took a hunt off to be able to hunt himself.  He got his moose and now our freezer will be full of meat:)  This weekend was also spent with a 3:00 a.m. ER run for myself.  On Friday morning around 1:00 I woke up to feed Daisha and my boob hurt SOOOO Bad. I thought that maybe I had a clogged duct and was engorged or something so I fed her on that side trying to get it out.  Didn't really help so when I finally got her fed and back to sleep I went and got a hot wash cloth to try and help it.  It really didn't!  I went back to bed hoping to just fall asleep, that's when the real pain started.  I was FREEZING cold, I started shivering like crazy, I mean my whole body went into convoltions and I could not stop.  I laid there with my teeth chattering and my body shaking for about 20 minutes, when I realized I couldn't do this anymore, so I took Daisha downstairs to Tate and got in the shower.  (mind you this is all at my sister in laws house, with my mother and father in law asleep right next to the bathroom...ugh:)  Took a shower, tried to express any milk or anything to make my breast feel better:)  Tate went and got his sister, Shanna came in the bathroom and told me that we needed to take my temp. I got out, just Shivering, and they took my temp it was 102.7.  So, she told me I needed to go to the Dr.  I said I was NOT going to the ER.  So I went upstairs with the heating pad and blankets trying to get warm, meanwhile, this wakes the entire house up and I am just feeling HORRIBLE, They kept tryign to talk me into going to the ER, but I don't have insurance so I wasn't going to go.  They took my temperature again about 45 mintues later and it had climbed to 103.6.  Tate went and got dressed and told me he was taking me, it didn't matter.  I was tired and feeling horrible.  My eyes even started to burn and so I said ok.  WE got Daisha and took her with us.  We had to borrow Shannas car to go to Logan becuase our escape's power steering broke...ugh....anyway, we get to the ER, and I all of the sudden stop shivering.  I am so bugged that we are there because I am starting to feel a little better.  The dr. wanted to give me an IV becuaes my temp was so high, but I convinced him I was NOT paying for an IV or a dumb urine sample and to just give me the oral antibiotics and let me go home.  I had mastitis.  Ugh...for all you nursing mothers out there, I am so so so sorry if you have ever had this.  I pray I never ever get it again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    On a more lighter, better note.  We bought a new car:)  We traded in our escape, which I had mixed feelings about, but it was time.  IT had WAY too many miles and too many problems that we were going to have to fix, so Tate was done with it adn traded it in . WE bought a new Nissan Altima and so far I like it.  I am still getting use to going back to a car and being lower to the ground and such, but it's nice and new and pretty, so that part is fun.  OH boy this post is long, but that is what I get for not posting regularly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Kasen is still such a GREAT big brother and very patient with me and his little sister.  She is growing long and skinny and getting a bit chubby:)  It's adorable.  Kasen is getting so smart.  I bought him a "homework" book to do and he loves it.  He loves pretending he is at school and wants me to be his teacher.  So this way we actually get to Learn and play:)  Tate has 1 more month of hunts and then its off to decide where we will go next:)  Someday that part of our lives will change and we will be settled in one place....right now i wish it was Firth, I love it here, but that doesn't seem to be the way that things are looking:)  We will see!  Enjoy the pictures of my ADORABLE little boy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535156527879830482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TNDTiRx2O9I/AAAAAAAABnM/p9B2JNcEhbI/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535155026962424962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TNDSK6bQJII/AAAAAAAABnE/qASlapYNElM/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535155021698774882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TNDSKm0TN2I/AAAAAAAABm8/lpHtWQJhork/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535155010141402802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TNDSJ7wztrI/AAAAAAAABm0/wSs8-3J1srM/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535155000258097250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TNDSJW8ccGI/AAAAAAAABmk/Kg1y8RHD0jM/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-7478381863548831124?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/7478381863548831124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=7478381863548831124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7478381863548831124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/7478381863548831124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2010/11/now-thats-something-to-blog-about.html' title='Now that&apos;s something to blog about'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUloupiXcPE/TNDTiRx2O9I/AAAAAAAABnM/p9B2JNcEhbI/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-864340216825160037</id><published>2010-10-25T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T13:21:02.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson of the Day</title><content type='html'>Kasen: "Mom do you know what compassion is?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "No, what is compassion?"&lt;br /&gt;Kasen: "Compassion is when you want to help someone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love that kid!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135155620115569712-864340216825160037?l=tateandjana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/feeds/864340216825160037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135155620115569712&amp;postID=864340216825160037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/864340216825160037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135155620115569712/posts/default/864340216825160037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tateandjana.blogspot.com/2010/10/lesson-of-day.html' title='Lesson of the Day'/><author><name>Jana Sorensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871490424317340434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135155620115569712.post-371205568100966737</id><published>2010-10-19T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:06:29.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Words</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my Due Date!  Yeah, for it coming and going and me already having a baby!  I am just so bummed because Tate is using our camera for guiding and I don't get any really good pictures of my baby right now, while she is still so tiny. Although she is growing like a weed, we went for her PKU check today and they weighed her and she is 8 lbs 10oz. so she isn't going to be so small for long.  It's funny that Kasen was bigger than her right now when he was born, which is still so small, but seems so crazy:)  We
