<?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-635251519347812500</id><updated>2012-02-12T19:18:46.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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>323</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-5587075650516170242</id><published>2012-02-05T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T12:24:45.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing at an IPAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ly7kJ0HuIdc" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an app on the IPAD that distorts your image on the screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-5587075650516170242?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/5587075650516170242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=5587075650516170242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5587075650516170242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5587075650516170242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2012/02/laughing-at-ipad.html' title='Laughing at an IPAD'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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://img.youtube.com/vi/Ly7kJ0HuIdc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-710416869884255357</id><published>2012-02-05T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T12:31:40.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashlyn's Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yoUr3veM1TI/Ty7fI0PLwSI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/xr_mZkNW8bs/s1600/SAM_2121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yoUr3veM1TI/Ty7fI0PLwSI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/xr_mZkNW8bs/s320/SAM_2121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705743120479273250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stage 1: I read the sentence. Ashlyn illustrates it, and she points to each word as we read to together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i8f0IcJ8WiA/Ty7fILkssrI/AAAAAAAAC-E/aZCth2v2odM/s1600/SAM_2122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i8f0IcJ8WiA/Ty7fILkssrI/AAAAAAAAC-E/aZCth2v2odM/s320/SAM_2122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705743109563658930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used parallel sentences so she could memorize "I like" and then use the picture to point and say the last word. It addressed the idea of saying 1 word per group of letters. She picked out the three things she likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zBvXcdEMHHs/Ty7fGu3PrHI/AAAAAAAAC94/_XI9Gp29xCA/s1600/SAM_2123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zBvXcdEMHHs/Ty7fGu3PrHI/AAAAAAAAC94/_XI9Gp29xCA/s320/SAM_2123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705743084676951154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stage 2: She picked the three people she loves and I helped her write them before she drew the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yxN-fDfRuts/Ty7fGLyUCkI/AAAAAAAAC9s/NrRgqEIPas8/s1600/SAM_2124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yxN-fDfRuts/Ty7fGLyUCkI/AAAAAAAAC9s/NrRgqEIPas8/s320/SAM_2124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705743075261024834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfveT1kVvXY/Ty7fFQ1a90I/AAAAAAAAC9g/aqG-oUOZ_DQ/s1600/SAM_2125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfveT1kVvXY/Ty7fFQ1a90I/AAAAAAAAC9g/aqG-oUOZ_DQ/s320/SAM_2125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705743059436369730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O4aDAZ5YIC8/Ty7eq5zaT5I/AAAAAAAAC9U/SoXaRb3Nd00/s1600/SAM_2126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O4aDAZ5YIC8/Ty7eq5zaT5I/AAAAAAAAC9U/SoXaRb3Nd00/s320/SAM_2126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705742606577323922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a similar process for a Thanksgiving book.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wtv8O9fBuJg/Ty7eqjbZmbI/AAAAAAAAC9I/aZ3TVRAMQy4/s1600/SAM_2127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wtv8O9fBuJg/Ty7eqjbZmbI/AAAAAAAAC9I/aZ3TVRAMQy4/s320/SAM_2127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705742600571034034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaDJOFmrtxY/Ty7eqO1qKGI/AAAAAAAAC88/M4cbxlT6Ryo/s1600/SAM_2129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaDJOFmrtxY/Ty7eqO1qKGI/AAAAAAAAC88/M4cbxlT6Ryo/s320/SAM_2129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705742595044026466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phase 3: We worked on sounding out CVC words and reading sight words. I highlighted the sight words and had her read the others. With each word we read, we'd go back to the beginning of the sentence (like playing add-on) in order to read and remember the words so she could understand the complete sentence and not just decode it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_9PjpBJFEPA/Ty7epwHSdCI/AAAAAAAAC8w/khqUGLqR5BA/s1600/SAM_2130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_9PjpBJFEPA/Ty7epwHSdCI/AAAAAAAAC8w/khqUGLqR5BA/s320/SAM_2130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705742586796471330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture we did step by step imitation drawing. The blue marks are mine; the red are hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5QL0HtbWZWo/Ty7epRZt-pI/AAAAAAAAC8k/J45uCFt0VZk/s1600/SAM_2131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5QL0HtbWZWo/Ty7epRZt-pI/AAAAAAAAC8k/J45uCFt0VZk/s320/SAM_2131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705742578552273554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are my favorites. We have also written "I want," "I see" and "I eat" books.&lt;br /&gt;We store her books, flash cards, and preschool crafts in her preschool box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fY7JpGXXo-s/Ty7mmMRFzsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/8fXOg0BX6FQ/s1600/SAM_2132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fY7JpGXXo-s/Ty7mmMRFzsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/8fXOg0BX6FQ/s320/SAM_2132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705751321727323842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ao1nKB69GbI/Ty7mmhRQ0hI/AAAAAAAAC-o/fk-WBqoi0zw/s1600/SAM_2133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ao1nKB69GbI/Ty7mmhRQ0hI/AAAAAAAAC-o/fk-WBqoi0zw/s320/SAM_2133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705751327365190162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-710416869884255357?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/710416869884255357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=710416869884255357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/710416869884255357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/710416869884255357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2012/02/ashlyns-books.html' title='Ashlyn&apos;s Books'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-yoUr3veM1TI/Ty7fI0PLwSI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/xr_mZkNW8bs/s72-c/SAM_2121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-5720263180110028447</id><published>2012-02-05T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T12:35:07.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashlyn's Letter Homework Progression</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bzaap0rcYVk/Ty7YYutcADI/AAAAAAAAC7o/4r5gcHRY8KE/s1600/SAM_2114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bzaap0rcYVk/Ty7YYutcADI/AAAAAAAAC7o/4r5gcHRY8KE/s320/SAM_2114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705735697292066866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Ashlyn's craft from August. She also wrote her name  with hand over hand assistance.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HxrUt97s4es/Ty7YylqFjhI/AAAAAAAAC8A/rohnpTDOwC0/s1600/SAM_2119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HxrUt97s4es/Ty7YylqFjhI/AAAAAAAAC8A/rohnpTDOwC0/s320/SAM_2119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705736141538692626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In this craft, she traced the shape dots, then colored in the lines, and then cut out the shapes. I gave her the white sheet with 4 letters on it and did a listening game (i.e., "put the heart on the letter T.") Last, I gave her tape to practice putting tape on the top of each shape and then we did hand over hand name writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQT64F0-RKc/Ty7YzHGZEUI/AAAAAAAAC8M/fx8JVCOzH7w/s1600/SAM_2120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQT64F0-RKc/Ty7YzHGZEUI/AAAAAAAAC8M/fx8JVCOzH7w/s320/SAM_2120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705736150515781954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She could lift the shapes to find the hidden letters to practice IDing letters. We would chant "S-T-O-P, stop!" and would say it everytime we arrived at a stop sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OrkA60i4hxM/Ty7ZTDBFZqI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/iIq-pq55JBE/s1600/SAM_2113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OrkA60i4hxM/Ty7ZTDBFZqI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/iIq-pq55JBE/s320/SAM_2113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705736699175593634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first, I would tell her 3 letters to write and then I'd read the word to her. After working on the letter sounds, I'd tell her the 3 sounds to write the letter and then we'd sound the word out together.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c0UZGuV1NXc/Ty7YyZydU_I/AAAAAAAAC70/-svg5cCV0FM/s1600/SAM_2115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c0UZGuV1NXc/Ty7YyZydU_I/AAAAAAAAC70/-svg5cCV0FM/s320/SAM_2115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705736138352579570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We'd also work on writing letters in cards as often as I had an excuse to encourage her to write (I'd tell her the letters to write).&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XASWerQfuVI/Ty7YYEFZAHI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/I4VRH9CtihQ/s1600/SAM_2112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XASWerQfuVI/Ty7YYEFZAHI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/I4VRH9CtihQ/s320/SAM_2112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705735685849809010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, we did upper and lowercase letter matching activities. This one allowed her to practice writing the lowercase as well as cutting and gluing out the uppercase letters. She wrote her own name on this homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A75qrUX-J-o/Ty7YXepTjHI/AAAAAAAAC7M/lxiBq6r-hu4/s1600/SAM_2117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A75qrUX-J-o/Ty7YXepTjHI/AAAAAAAAC7M/lxiBq6r-hu4/s320/SAM_2117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705735675799899250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the homework assignments we started doing once she gained control to write smaller between lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-rt8hzIoyg/Ty7YWrP3dTI/AAAAAAAAC7A/H4XEuizSibo/s1600/SAM_2118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-rt8hzIoyg/Ty7YWrP3dTI/AAAAAAAAC7A/H4XEuizSibo/s320/SAM_2118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705735662002992434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like to put smiley faces on the best letters to praise her and to show her what the letters are supposed to look like. Like the letter E  and G above, repetitive writing can gradually warp into something incorrect... like a heart. :) I also point out 1-2 mistakes so she gets used to correction like she will receive in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIzP4grbArk/Ty7YWCQpB-I/AAAAAAAAC60/I68zkKlq6nA/s1600/SAM_2111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIzP4grbArk/Ty7YWCQpB-I/AAAAAAAAC60/I68zkKlq6nA/s320/SAM_2111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705735651000387554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the homework she did today independently. Other than the words "cup and ten," she read and matched all the other words, wrote all the numbers, wrote the 3 words, and wrote her full name by herself. I was really impressed at how well she's doing reading! I think she had a harder time deciphering my pictures than reading the word.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gS9LhJcqhjg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-5720263180110028447?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/5720263180110028447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=5720263180110028447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5720263180110028447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5720263180110028447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2012/02/ashlyns-letter-homework-progression.html' title='Ashlyn&apos;s Letter Homework Progression'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-Bzaap0rcYVk/Ty7YYutcADI/AAAAAAAAC7o/4r5gcHRY8KE/s72-c/SAM_2114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-1053316780996493365</id><published>2012-02-05T11:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T11:17:22.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography by Ashlyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we moved to KY, I decided to get a new camera because my old one's  shutter speed has greatly decreased and the battery kept dying on me...  plus the poor thing has been on daily hard duty capturing our fun for the last 5 years. So I  decided to let Ashlyn use my old camera. She LOVES to take pictures. Out  of all of her pictures, about 1 per month has been worth saving--  that's also because a lot of her pictures are of inanimate objects.  :)   Since I'm usually coaching her to check on her framing and how to hold  the camera without her fingers being on the lens or flash, Ashlyn's  model is Jackson. He's a good sport about it... so far. He likes to take  pictures too, but they aren't truly his as I'm holding his hands while  he takes it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cwiIe0LLWq8/Ty7SgfF-CwI/AAAAAAAAC34/jGzDKqgLcGw/s1600/IMG_1927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cwiIe0LLWq8/Ty7SgfF-CwI/AAAAAAAAC34/jGzDKqgLcGw/s320/IMG_1927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705729233469180674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She used to always cut foreheads off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mu_jNGw44qU/Ty7SggJSX-I/AAAAAAAAC4E/7JFhBLXW00s/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mu_jNGw44qU/Ty7SggJSX-I/AAAAAAAAC4E/7JFhBLXW00s/s320/IMG_1961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705729233751531490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She takes pictures when she wakes up Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qyn4pBFUk7c/Ty7ShnyHBDI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/iDBoYZdsfkM/s1600/IMG_1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qyn4pBFUk7c/Ty7ShnyHBDI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/iDBoYZdsfkM/s320/IMG_1978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705729252981670962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures of Jackson getting dressed for church because she's already dressed. Obviously, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vgnTw5ol1mo/Ty7Sh_1zNZI/AAAAAAAAC4c/ALn-UbSIP7c/s1600/IMG_1986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vgnTw5ol1mo/Ty7Sh_1zNZI/AAAAAAAAC4c/ALn-UbSIP7c/s320/IMG_1986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705729259439601042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures of Jackson eating his snack after a nap. She prefers pictures close up, and since I haven't taught her how to use the zoom, she's usually up in your face with the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9kpf0Ssl2s/Ty7SiZPDswI/AAAAAAAAC4o/scD-7JwADXw/s1600/IMG_1993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9kpf0Ssl2s/Ty7SiZPDswI/AAAAAAAAC4o/scD-7JwADXw/s320/IMG_1993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705729266256425730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures of Jackson playing our balancing game.&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/635251519347812500-1053316780996493365?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/1053316780996493365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=1053316780996493365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1053316780996493365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1053316780996493365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2012/02/photography-by-ashlyn.html' title='Photography by Ashlyn'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-cwiIe0LLWq8/Ty7SgfF-CwI/AAAAAAAAC34/jGzDKqgLcGw/s72-c/IMG_1927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-7784202592435040934</id><published>2012-02-01T17:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T17:28:46.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9qEKUgTbFsE" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-7784202592435040934?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/7784202592435040934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=7784202592435040934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/7784202592435040934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/7784202592435040934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2012/02/dance-party.html' title='Dance Party'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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://img.youtube.com/vi/9qEKUgTbFsE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-3905947901491282579</id><published>2012-02-01T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T17:23:38.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Time on Danny's Birthday (11/20/11)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n3hFY2lqYAI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse my weird voice... I was quite tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gcH2IEUNVbc" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-3905947901491282579?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/3905947901491282579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=3905947901491282579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/3905947901491282579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/3905947901491282579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2012/02/story-time-on-dannys-birthday-112011.html' title='Story Time on Danny&apos;s Birthday (11/20/11)'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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://img.youtube.com/vi/n3hFY2lqYAI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-1428283470460005830</id><published>2012-02-01T17:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T17:19:18.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Kids (from Oct-Nov)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BHbP1f7zJlI/TynihP2GTMI/AAAAAAAACsc/7805PUXDdm8/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BHbP1f7zJlI/TynihP2GTMI/AAAAAAAACsc/7805PUXDdm8/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704339463858441410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made a huge cookie for Daddy. They were in awe with how big it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bLxauwCJ50U/TynifqjhzPI/AAAAAAAACsM/TSz43PzbN2E/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bLxauwCJ50U/TynifqjhzPI/AAAAAAAACsM/TSz43PzbN2E/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704339436668570866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Practicing ballet stretching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfn3SWLkgIw/TynieeMkYmI/AAAAAAAACsA/TWYx8h2oXjk/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfn3SWLkgIw/TynieeMkYmI/AAAAAAAACsA/TWYx8h2oXjk/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704339416171176546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It just makes me giggle when I look back at them all three in a row... especially with the sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIePmFJkb8w/TynieMPtxXI/AAAAAAAACr0/W0LmXY1I6v8/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIePmFJkb8w/TynieMPtxXI/AAAAAAAACr0/W0LmXY1I6v8/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704339411352536434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson's first day of Nursery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-szNa9LzZ2b4/TynijVBodJI/AAAAAAAACso/OZ9USrt2DhQ/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-szNa9LzZ2b4/TynijVBodJI/AAAAAAAACso/OZ9USrt2DhQ/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704339499608732818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sharing the wiggle car, which is a rare moment as Jackson and Ashlyn both prefer to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5LseZP4SJQk/TynhiNucKiI/AAAAAAAACrY/mmttDwbMDMk/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5LseZP4SJQk/TynhiNucKiI/AAAAAAAACrY/mmttDwbMDMk/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704338380957690402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These funny girls are so darling together and crack me up with their imaginary play/dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-feN1f5J2BEQ/TynhhlynpGI/AAAAAAAACrM/wu55a5vy02w/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-feN1f5J2BEQ/TynhhlynpGI/AAAAAAAACrM/wu55a5vy02w/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704338370237801570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This mask was a birthday party favor. Props to Dax's Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4R3CVyvvlk0/Tynhg05a8zI/AAAAAAAACrA/eLZZ0VSf3v0/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4R3CVyvvlk0/Tynhg05a8zI/AAAAAAAACrA/eLZZ0VSf3v0/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704338357112992562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3RPMkL8_lNs/TynhghoWNwI/AAAAAAAACq0/9MvE1rS6H24/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3RPMkL8_lNs/TynhghoWNwI/AAAAAAAACq0/9MvE1rS6H24/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704338351941105410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did anyone see who ate the chocolate chip muffin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8BWYOMe6lfw/Tynhi69Lo-I/AAAAAAAACrk/MhtBWEYqKIE/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8BWYOMe6lfw/Tynhi69Lo-I/AAAAAAAACrk/MhtBWEYqKIE/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704338393099117538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Raking leaves in cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IZGtvEr4ZLs" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-1428283470460005830?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/1428283470460005830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=1428283470460005830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1428283470460005830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1428283470460005830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2012/02/cute-kids-from-oct-nov.html' title='Cute Kids (from Oct-Nov)'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-BHbP1f7zJlI/TynihP2GTMI/AAAAAAAACsc/7805PUXDdm8/s72-c/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-7350261902190489533</id><published>2012-02-01T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T17:21:06.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meagan's PA  Reception (Oct 21, 2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrHkFH9ogXQ/TynkzaItXVI/AAAAAAAACs0/zS6yMlwxifg/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrHkFH9ogXQ/TynkzaItXVI/AAAAAAAACs0/zS6yMlwxifg/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704341974881754450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousin Mohawks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xUQQN2SWudA/TyneprUtRcI/AAAAAAAACqc/UuPOV2GTlTk/s1600/_DSC7224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xUQQN2SWudA/TyneprUtRcI/AAAAAAAACqc/UuPOV2GTlTk/s320/_DSC7224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704335210627024322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ash, J and I flew to PA for Meagan and Ken's wedding reception. It was a lot of fun to be home with everyone and to celebrate with the Smuin's! Ash looks so cute in her flower girl dress Aunt Elaine made for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x-CAN6cZ5oE/TynenSnXL1I/AAAAAAAACqQ/4XSAuciYAB4/s1600/_DSC7153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x-CAN6cZ5oE/TynenSnXL1I/AAAAAAAACqQ/4XSAuciYAB4/s320/_DSC7153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704335169634643794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to honor of making the wedding cake! I definitely learned A LOT and am very grateful for Meagan and Ken being so chill to let me attempt this dream of mine! They were very giving to let me do whatever I could. Even I didn't foresee the cake turning out the way it did taste-wise and in appearance.  :) I could go on and on about all my mistakes, but I won't... for my first time, it turned out quite beautifully, if I say so myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQyeMF_afhQ/TyneqaM_UfI/AAAAAAAACqo/NPPgLGvLL1g/s1600/_DSC7349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQyeMF_afhQ/TyneqaM_UfI/AAAAAAAACqo/NPPgLGvLL1g/s320/_DSC7349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704335223211119090" border="0" /&gt;Any picture where the two are smiling at the same time is a treasure for me to have.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lYXptH64zdM/TynenAHu5yI/AAAAAAAACqE/tqRkNR7gkSY/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lYXptH64zdM/TynenAHu5yI/AAAAAAAACqE/tqRkNR7gkSY/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704335164670142242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While we were in PA we went to some of Desiree's volleyball matches. Apparently Jackson didn't approve of the high noise level during these intense games! :) At least this is a more mild response than his It's a Small World ride experience as a baby. Progress.&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/635251519347812500-7350261902190489533?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/7350261902190489533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=7350261902190489533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/7350261902190489533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/7350261902190489533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2012/02/meagans-pa-reception-oct-21-2011.html' title='Meagan&apos;s PA  Reception (Oct 21, 2011)'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-LrHkFH9ogXQ/TynkzaItXVI/AAAAAAAACs0/zS6yMlwxifg/s72-c/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-4159019009804262771</id><published>2012-02-01T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T16:51:47.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parks (0ct 4-31, 2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LUJ6tyPY1-g/TyncZwaqBPI/AAAAAAAACpo/5DFb7iktQ38/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LUJ6tyPY1-g/TyncZwaqBPI/AAAAAAAACpo/5DFb7iktQ38/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704332738092991730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fun time jumping to Papa at the Blue Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UoJnR5tp_kA/TyncYp1rtTI/AAAAAAAACpc/97baXLMaF-k/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UoJnR5tp_kA/TyncYp1rtTI/AAAAAAAACpc/97baXLMaF-k/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704332719147431218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids love the see-saw... apparently Papa does too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBB1Cr0jo5c/TyncaPhrS-I/AAAAAAAACp0/WNkoWhr6csw/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBB1Cr0jo5c/TyncaPhrS-I/AAAAAAAACp0/WNkoWhr6csw/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704332746443934690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jackson learning how to climb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nGmryV0FfqI/TyncYTHeW8I/AAAAAAAACpQ/39_1DWDzWCw/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nGmryV0FfqI/TyncYTHeW8I/AAAAAAAACpQ/39_1DWDzWCw/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704332713048038338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J waving to random people at the Castle Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cxeGnd4c1eA/Tynb5PiM15I/AAAAAAAACo0/cMd_z_M_5nE/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cxeGnd4c1eA/Tynb5PiM15I/AAAAAAAACo0/cMd_z_M_5nE/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704332179510450066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little monster jumping out to scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l7z8mjniOf4/Tynb6JM2mUI/AAAAAAAACpA/qpjVlwmsnpQ/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l7z8mjniOf4/Tynb6JM2mUI/AAAAAAAACpA/qpjVlwmsnpQ/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704332194990168386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-41N3U2RdEZ4/Tynb49_HFMI/AAAAAAAACoo/-gvLqaCrksw/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-41N3U2RdEZ4/Tynb49_HFMI/AAAAAAAACoo/-gvLqaCrksw/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704332174799869122" border="0" /&gt;More fun at the blue park.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KLh4aSjpulQ/Tynb3gH5nhI/AAAAAAAACoc/uQ-Rl8-Yza8/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KLh4aSjpulQ/Tynb3gH5nhI/AAAAAAAACoc/uQ-Rl8-Yza8/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704332149603802642" border="0" /&gt;Sliding with hands up so she doesn't get shocked&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-IbUekqHhU/Tynb2O4--SI/AAAAAAAACoQ/RK0eIHSp09g/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-IbUekqHhU/Tynb2O4--SI/AAAAAAAACoQ/RK0eIHSp09g/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704332127797967138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These kids love the park and have some fun imaginary games on this boat.&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/635251519347812500-4159019009804262771?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/4159019009804262771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=4159019009804262771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4159019009804262771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4159019009804262771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2012/02/parks-0ct-4-31-2011.html' title='Parks (0ct 4-31, 2011)'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-LUJ6tyPY1-g/TyncZwaqBPI/AAAAAAAACpo/5DFb7iktQ38/s72-c/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-2130171230509833251</id><published>2012-01-24T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:15:28.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>J football lounge and face plant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QsErTozCD2c/TyoaMGpcnGI/AAAAAAAAC3s/8oMTpCdbLd4/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QsErTozCD2c/TyoaMGpcnGI/AAAAAAAAC3s/8oMTpCdbLd4/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704400673263361122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Davey visited us 2 Sundays ago on his way though town. It was really fun to have him over! The kids liked him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8IICa7GGiHw/TyoaA_0xrNI/AAAAAAAAC3U/6tynA2PU12Q/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8IICa7GGiHw/TyoaA_0xrNI/AAAAAAAAC3U/6tynA2PU12Q/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704400482453269714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackson got into the whole man-night, watching the 49ers, chilling deal. (Yes, his 18 month pants are too short, but I'd rather have them too short than too long with all the mud outside and tripping hazards inside.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QFoVRt_9VvY/TyoaBDs7COI/AAAAAAAAC3g/r1cM__0nWkw/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QFoVRt_9VvY/TyoaBDs7COI/AAAAAAAAC3g/r1cM__0nWkw/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704400483494070498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a side note, he is officially in size 6 shoes as I couldn't squeeze him into his 5s anymore... but during his first outing in his new shoes, he clipped the driveway lip and face planted across the cement. Poor guy. Cried for 30 seconds after it happened, yelled "stop mom. Don't touch" while I tried to clean up the blood, and was good to go. Tough kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-2130171230509833251?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/2130171230509833251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=2130171230509833251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/2130171230509833251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/2130171230509833251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2012/01/j-football-lounge-and-face-plant.html' title='J football lounge and face plant'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-QsErTozCD2c/TyoaMGpcnGI/AAAAAAAAC3s/8oMTpCdbLd4/s72-c/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-4393555046414544075</id><published>2012-01-06T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T20:15:16.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woodbury Beach House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-xpmHHPJ4g/TyoEN5fHnMI/AAAAAAAAC28/6gnKvi-JvOU/s1600/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-xpmHHPJ4g/TyoEN5fHnMI/AAAAAAAAC28/6gnKvi-JvOU/s320/073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704376514834308290" border="0" /&gt;For Tom's birthday we all went to a beach house at Newport, CA. It was obviously right on the beach which was absoutely perfect for the kids. Wake up at 7am, eat, and out to play in the sand. Jackson needs to take a nap, no problem for Ash who can continue running around outside. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1ek0VIeF1o/TyoENVvdqGI/AAAAAAAAC2w/NLocOn-LIIs/s1600/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1ek0VIeF1o/TyoENVvdqGI/AAAAAAAAC2w/NLocOn-LIIs/s320/074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704376505239185506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OFYGL4S-AiI/TyoEM6QGaII/AAAAAAAAC2k/T_Dqwe0z9bw/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OFYGL4S-AiI/TyoEM6QGaII/AAAAAAAAC2k/T_Dqwe0z9bw/s320/075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704376497859881090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;J relaxing on the upper deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-okHWxIlW520/TyoD9Zz6UdI/AAAAAAAAC2M/-xPaJuMu9_c/s1600/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-okHWxIlW520/TyoD9Zz6UdI/AAAAAAAAC2M/-xPaJuMu9_c/s320/072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704376231453675986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She thought it was so fun to write her name in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aynFDzXhfvc/TyoD87qgYjI/AAAAAAAAC2A/F61n03mlR_s/s1600/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aynFDzXhfvc/TyoD87qgYjI/AAAAAAAAC2A/F61n03mlR_s/s320/069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704376223361163826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About 2-3 lifeguard stands down, there were some really cool sand bar bump things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7hzY4hn_o0/TyoD8SiMpPI/AAAAAAAAC10/N_IDtdJQ7R0/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7hzY4hn_o0/TyoD8SiMpPI/AAAAAAAAC10/N_IDtdJQ7R0/s320/067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704376212320462066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had fun jumping from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2hgaHqlIi4s/TyoNJGEi3gI/AAAAAAAAC3I/7hpRHrhd1as/s1600/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2hgaHqlIi4s/TyoNJGEi3gI/AAAAAAAAC3I/7hpRHrhd1as/s320/084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704386327917813250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Jackson discovered that if you stand on the edge it will crumble beneath you which will make you slide down. We spent quite some time destroying these beautiful bumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fH0FxFCUzT8/TyoD72IX6pI/AAAAAAAAC1o/7AYfKW_BHmo/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fH0FxFCUzT8/TyoD72IX6pI/AAAAAAAAC1o/7AYfKW_BHmo/s320/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704376204695956114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ash loved to race the waves and get her feet wet. Jackson liked to race, but mostly preferred to stay out of the waves. One rogue wave soaked J up to his bum-- Ash laughed and J screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zdrwzR0Dnko/TyoD93KkePI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/duDNq8pzp1I/s1600/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zdrwzR0Dnko/TyoD93KkePI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/duDNq8pzp1I/s320/078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704376239333341426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By 10ish the sun was out and we didn't need long sleeves/pants anymore. Very nice weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w4vmTUsgXAw/TyoDCrMFCKI/AAAAAAAAC1A/-ojd3VFw9NA/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w4vmTUsgXAw/TyoDCrMFCKI/AAAAAAAAC1A/-ojd3VFw9NA/s320/056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704375222506162338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was fun them be so enthralled with the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Og3aodk_FHE/TyoDA_zOiMI/AAAAAAAAC00/u5KNVg2cKGY/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Og3aodk_FHE/TyoDA_zOiMI/AAAAAAAAC00/u5KNVg2cKGY/s320/057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704375193679333570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom, stop bugging me to turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_hZuqBPUe4s/TyoDAV9H6JI/AAAAAAAAC0o/nKEgxZwMcxU/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_hZuqBPUe4s/TyoDAV9H6JI/AAAAAAAAC0o/nKEgxZwMcxU/s320/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704375182446553234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm serious, stop bugging me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FUc4gGKY5y8/TyoDDxjfq0I/AAAAAAAAC1Y/G2NUVN_z9Fo/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FUc4gGKY5y8/TyoDDxjfq0I/AAAAAAAAC1Y/G2NUVN_z9Fo/s320/064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704375241394858818" border="0" /&gt;This was her Little Mermaid pose.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XhXGUVa4pBc/TyoDDfxTGwI/AAAAAAAAC1M/NQKp8vmh4TA/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XhXGUVa4pBc/TyoDDfxTGwI/AAAAAAAAC1M/NQKp8vmh4TA/s320/066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704375236620917506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashlyn loved making foot prints. Here's the video of Ashlyn repeatedly saying, "look at my foot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/L1dreZG8GQs" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Tom for such an awesome time at the beach! I love the family pictures and can't wait to post them on the blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-4393555046414544075?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/4393555046414544075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=4393555046414544075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4393555046414544075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4393555046414544075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2012/01/woodbury-beach-house.html' title='Woodbury Beach House'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-9-xpmHHPJ4g/TyoEN5fHnMI/AAAAAAAAC28/6gnKvi-JvOU/s72-c/073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-282452731147720184</id><published>2011-12-31T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T20:03:03.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's with the Foates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-le-YNDI47so/TyoCU9F11jI/AAAAAAAAC0c/HUBmlcb6PVw/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-le-YNDI47so/TyoCU9F11jI/AAAAAAAAC0c/HUBmlcb6PVw/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704374437037856306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 3 New Years, we've partied with the Foates. They are so fun and this year was no exception. Danny and I entered into a previously started nerf gun fight. Next, we played The Great Dalmuti complete with hats while gorging on delectable chocolates. This view made me laugh so hard. One, because their in hats, and two... I think we can draw some friendship parallels here. Good times! Thanks Wendy and Dave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-282452731147720184?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/282452731147720184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=282452731147720184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/282452731147720184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/282452731147720184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-with-foates.html' title='New Year&apos;s with the Foates'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-le-YNDI47so/TyoCU9F11jI/AAAAAAAAC0c/HUBmlcb6PVw/s72-c/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-2485709012466193778</id><published>2011-12-30T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T20:10:06.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashford Cabin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UYCgwZ42LyA/TyoBwvAUwZI/AAAAAAAAC0A/MkbCff2Ggpk/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UYCgwZ42LyA/TyoBwvAUwZI/AAAAAAAAC0A/MkbCff2Ggpk/s320/052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704373814781329810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, we finally found snow! We packed snow clothes, church clothes, Christmas clothes, beach clothes, and gifts in 3 carry-ons, 3 back packs, and 1 suitcase! So it didn't work to well getting gifts home, but it was worth bringing all the clothes as we used them all! The snow was icy and hard to pack, so the snowman had to be a small one. Good enough! This is Ashlyn and Jackson's first snowman and first time on a patch of snow that doesn't disappear when you step on it. It's hard to catch the glimpses of J's smiles, but I promise he enjoyed being showered on with snow. Man do I love that blue hat of Jackson's. It's so cute. We had fun being all together up in the mountains. I will always giggle at the memories of playing Miles Bornes and the infamous gas card.  :) Thank you Deena and Wes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5EeyO6mwpjg/TyoBvpUZ06I/AAAAAAAACz0/ci2ftqFhR_k/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5EeyO6mwpjg/TyoBvpUZ06I/AAAAAAAACz0/ci2ftqFhR_k/s320/047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704373796075066274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMwIDfNtVQI/TyoBvT3AtpI/AAAAAAAACzo/_H05zdH-1l4/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMwIDfNtVQI/TyoBvT3AtpI/AAAAAAAACzo/_H05zdH-1l4/s320/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704373790314641042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IR80T5LaOJA/TyoBxGL5ILI/AAAAAAAAC0M/bXMBhtcPkCI/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IR80T5LaOJA/TyoBxGL5ILI/AAAAAAAAC0M/bXMBhtcPkCI/s320/054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704373821003866290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-2485709012466193778?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/2485709012466193778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=2485709012466193778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/2485709012466193778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/2485709012466193778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/12/ashford-cabin.html' title='Ashford Cabin'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-UYCgwZ42LyA/TyoBwvAUwZI/AAAAAAAAC0A/MkbCff2Ggpk/s72-c/052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-3512771443689930613</id><published>2011-12-25T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:04:16.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PA Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wbWQU3OVWjc/Tyn-rF2s3bI/AAAAAAAACzM/g_Le7zfrCsU/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wbWQU3OVWjc/Tyn-rF2s3bI/AAAAAAAACzM/g_Le7zfrCsU/s320/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704370419300883890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwX26G5N8zM/Tyn-Eam-iKI/AAAAAAAACxk/NhLc8e1QCDA/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwX26G5N8zM/Tyn-Eam-iKI/AAAAAAAACxk/NhLc8e1QCDA/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704369754857179298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We flew to PA to spend Christmas with my parents and Aunt DeeDee. As is tradition, we went to Hershey Chocolate World. This time we did the Create your Own Chocolate Bar, packaged hershey kisses, and enjoyed ice cream with delicious chocolate fudge sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1sMjcPqqPQ/Tyn-qkuPiQI/AAAAAAAACzA/PT1ds5ECHhs/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1sMjcPqqPQ/Tyn-qkuPiQI/AAAAAAAACzA/PT1ds5ECHhs/s320/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704370410407037186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QAQlBTE7ZW4/Tyn-oTLAJEI/AAAAAAAACy0/-U9LdzkK_00/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QAQlBTE7ZW4/Tyn-oTLAJEI/AAAAAAAACy0/-U9LdzkK_00/s320/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704370371336086594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fu08Z6eGtqA/Tyn-oDqzzwI/AAAAAAAACyo/IMQILKNmkfk/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fu08Z6eGtqA/Tyn-oDqzzwI/AAAAAAAACyo/IMQILKNmkfk/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704370367174528770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wxShpHjxfVk/Tyn-r9M6MrI/AAAAAAAACzY/dsQXuL5jBWM/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wxShpHjxfVk/Tyn-r9M6MrI/AAAAAAAACzY/dsQXuL5jBWM/s320/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704370434157982386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz0yxOSCFG0/Tyn-GBpx6DI/AAAAAAAACyI/YSO-wgAuA3Q/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz0yxOSCFG0/Tyn-GBpx6DI/AAAAAAAACyI/YSO-wgAuA3Q/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704369782517786674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GsY7nPbaPao/Tyn-FT_J96I/AAAAAAAACx8/8Cx86WzmbtQ/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GsY7nPbaPao/Tyn-FT_J96I/AAAAAAAACx8/8Cx86WzmbtQ/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704369770259412898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BHuJU04uBXo/Tyn-Ejgc69I/AAAAAAAACxw/10LU03ekuDk/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BHuJU04uBXo/Tyn-Ejgc69I/AAAAAAAACxw/10LU03ekuDk/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704369757245729746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwX26G5N8zM/Tyn-Eam-iKI/AAAAAAAACxk/NhLc8e1QCDA/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B092.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2apKX7Sn0Qg/Tyn-Gz0fkcI/AAAAAAAACyU/zBnPay6Lrvs/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2apKX7Sn0Qg/Tyn-Gz0fkcI/AAAAAAAACyU/zBnPay6Lrvs/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704369795984495042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson loved the ride and waved at the cows whenever he's see them. Ashlyn kept gasping and was so excited with every new thing she saw as the tour progressed. Jackson finally let Uncle Atim hold him... chocolate softens everyone's heart! Gma and Gpa gave Ash this fancy tutu which Ashlyn loves to wear even though it's freezing cold! As usual I didn't take many pictures as Dad has the better camera and I know he takes a lot of pictures when we're there. Sorry blog readers, except for Hershey, I slacked off on my picture taking responsibility. :) Thank you Mom and Dad for a wonderful Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-3512771443689930613?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/3512771443689930613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=3512771443689930613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/3512771443689930613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/3512771443689930613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2012/02/pa-christmas.html' title='PA Christmas'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-wbWQU3OVWjc/Tyn-rF2s3bI/AAAAAAAACzM/g_Le7zfrCsU/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-4432508514706577021</id><published>2011-12-17T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:04:37.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashlyn's 1st recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qdrstdJh7sU/TynxXs8GcvI/AAAAAAAACuU/8C_VNZPrBhc/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qdrstdJh7sU/TynxXs8GcvI/AAAAAAAACuU/8C_VNZPrBhc/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704355792543970034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her dance recital was at 4:45pm. So we had plenty of time to do her hair and make-up... and for her to anxiously wait to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rkW_oZFpgxI/TynyOwhTxxI/AAAAAAAACvE/9upi6_809uo/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rkW_oZFpgxI/TynyOwhTxxI/AAAAAAAACvE/9upi6_809uo/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704356738398144274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pose outside of the dance hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JPgreZsxZ60/TynyOSWgs_I/AAAAAAAACu4/W8RlJ4OTcIM/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JPgreZsxZ60/TynyOSWgs_I/AAAAAAAACu4/W8RlJ4OTcIM/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704356730299790322" border="0" /&gt;Quick picture with her dance tutor (me) and her dance imitator (Jackson).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6BnH1NLy3Fw/TynyPqo5L4I/AAAAAAAACvQ/qIgCKvKwTZ0/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6BnH1NLy3Fw/TynyPqo5L4I/AAAAAAAACvQ/qIgCKvKwTZ0/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704356753999212418" border="0" /&gt;A few poses outside the auditorium since we were there 20 minutes early.  :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ce3oG_9F6vk/TynyQKzgx6I/AAAAAAAACvc/fupFZCt-D8k/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ce3oG_9F6vk/TynyQKzgx6I/AAAAAAAACvc/fupFZCt-D8k/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704356762633684898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the dancers were to meet in the hallway, put on their costumes, and sit in their classes. When we arrived, she saw these red tutus and said, "I don't want this (hula skirt). I want that! (red tutu)" I laughed and told her that we didn't know the red tutu dance, we know the hula skirt dance. It made sense to her, and she was okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-98a2IExO0Wk/TynyQsk8lWI/AAAAAAAACvo/oUMQvpEbEag/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-98a2IExO0Wk/TynyQsk8lWI/AAAAAAAACvo/oUMQvpEbEag/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704356771699397986" border="0" /&gt;Jackson quietly sat on my lap throughout all the dance groups until it was Ashlyn's turn. Maybe it was because they were the last group, or maybe it was because he has spent the last 4 months listening and watching this dance, but regardless he kept getting on and off my lap as I was attempting to video tape Ashlyn. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1BmrwCXyds/TynyxBh3vOI/AAAAAAAACv0/4IDlXAJo-fU/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1BmrwCXyds/TynyxBh3vOI/AAAAAAAACv0/4IDlXAJo-fU/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704357327079455970" border="0" /&gt;She did a fabulous job. She was so excited when she ran to us afterwards and exclaimed, "I did it all by myself! I didn't look at the teacher."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-svEmGO2TMaU/Tynyyis01lI/AAAAAAAACwM/aXWaKDzRhss/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-svEmGO2TMaU/Tynyyis01lI/AAAAAAAACwM/aXWaKDzRhss/s320/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704357353163642450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akztbGuvu78/TynyxVZY9tI/AAAAAAAACwA/7cBbfSNhle4/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akztbGuvu78/TynyxVZY9tI/AAAAAAAACwA/7cBbfSNhle4/s320/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704357332412593874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bvh6q_hNLj4/TynxX0_OJ8I/AAAAAAAACuc/1xUftIsvBTQ/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bvh6q_hNLj4/TynxX0_OJ8I/AAAAAAAACuc/1xUftIsvBTQ/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704355794704541634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashlyn with Karley, two very proud dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4pxQsxO9_hc/TynxYI_B7nI/AAAAAAAACus/OZUVnRKbsjk/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4pxQsxO9_hc/TynxYI_B7nI/AAAAAAAACus/OZUVnRKbsjk/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704355800072449650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TjdDAT3Gz60/Tynyy6001WI/AAAAAAAACwY/HhRELC0nw3U/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TjdDAT3Gz60/Tynyy6001WI/AAAAAAAACwY/HhRELC0nw3U/s320/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704357359639647586" border="0" /&gt;Ashlyn wanted to go to Chuck E Cheese to celebrate afterwards. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBWjVdgAGeg/Tyny0FBTiqI/AAAAAAAACwk/QMq_qyjTCfY/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBWjVdgAGeg/Tyny0FBTiqI/AAAAAAAACwk/QMq_qyjTCfY/s320/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704357379556215458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Both had a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-4432508514706577021?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/4432508514706577021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=4432508514706577021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4432508514706577021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4432508514706577021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2012/02/ashlyns-1st-recital.html' title='Ashlyn&apos;s 1st recital'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-qdrstdJh7sU/TynxXs8GcvI/AAAAAAAACuU/8C_VNZPrBhc/s72-c/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-5232605252643909276</id><published>2011-12-10T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T19:03:38.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KY Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hbLXfrJ4Sn8/Tyn5A5BvzqI/AAAAAAAACw0/Ej53rg42nG0/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hbLXfrJ4Sn8/Tyn5A5BvzqI/AAAAAAAACw0/Ej53rg42nG0/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704364196744908450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Ward had a Santa Brunch. The kids enjoyed returning over and over to the drinks table for marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MMYEaDIU91U/Tyn5DNo-uqI/AAAAAAAACxY/V0CeN25lN_A/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MMYEaDIU91U/Tyn5DNo-uqI/AAAAAAAACxY/V0CeN25lN_A/s320/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704364236637911714" border="0" /&gt;My favorite picture! Jackson was not okay with the situation as you can tell. He was alright looking at him, pointing and saying, "santa", but don't let Santa touch him.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--l3v7usSQjM/Tyn5CRaWa7I/AAAAAAAACxM/h_Oc_P3qrL4/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--l3v7usSQjM/Tyn5CRaWa7I/AAAAAAAACxM/h_Oc_P3qrL4/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704364220470422450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loves the bear Santa gave him. It's his new bedtime bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3xS-bpyutpc/Tyn5BULEXCI/AAAAAAAACxA/glzoX-nG1eg/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3xS-bpyutpc/Tyn5BULEXCI/AAAAAAAACxA/glzoX-nG1eg/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704364204031761442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a fun activity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-5232605252643909276?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/5232605252643909276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=5232605252643909276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5232605252643909276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5232605252643909276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/12/ky-christmas.html' title='KY Christmas'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-hbLXfrJ4Sn8/Tyn5A5BvzqI/AAAAAAAACw0/Ej53rg42nG0/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-1950108878055053397</id><published>2011-12-10T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T18:12:11.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Activites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kowcL_yKmnA/TynwygO2ppI/AAAAAAAACt8/yp834zpChUU/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kowcL_yKmnA/TynwygO2ppI/AAAAAAAACt8/yp834zpChUU/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704355153477805714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-krRGJs14yIs/Tynt523WJXI/AAAAAAAACt0/emY9RAxsUWw/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-krRGJs14yIs/Tynt523WJXI/AAAAAAAACt0/emY9RAxsUWw/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704351981277422962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ir6_xGOqh80/TynwzBvBdPI/AAAAAAAACuI/nDm0qITYd0A/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ir6_xGOqh80/TynwzBvBdPI/AAAAAAAACuI/nDm0qITYd0A/s320/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704355162471101682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ashlyn and I went to the nutcracker. She watched the 1st half, then  became fidigty wanting to stand, sit on my lap, wiggled around in her  chair... then she became hungry and the whining began. I was frustrated  by the end, and I feel bad about that since we were there for her. I  should've packed a snack in my bag instead of leaving it in the car. The  highlight of the performance was when the russian dancer came out  wearing a open-belly costume to which Ashlyn loudly exclaimed, "Mom,  she's not modest!" Apparently, sleeveless isn't as big a deal as an  exposed tummy.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yi-2dbwG4c0/Tynt5i1yD0I/AAAAAAAACtk/lNeVnOUKqZE/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yi-2dbwG4c0/Tynt5i1yD0I/AAAAAAAACtk/lNeVnOUKqZE/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704351975902154562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackson loves to help make cookies... for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vccbgSaZ3bk/Tynt4h1fR8I/AAAAAAAACtY/1D98R-p0uFY/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vccbgSaZ3bk/Tynt4h1fR8I/AAAAAAAACtY/1D98R-p0uFY/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704351958452619202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't miss those hard to reach places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oF8DC7Necm8/Tynt4Zimq1I/AAAAAAAACtI/KlspSZelqG0/s1600/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oF8DC7Necm8/Tynt4Zimq1I/AAAAAAAACtI/KlspSZelqG0/s320/Iphone%2Bfeb%2B1%2B2012%2B073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704351956225928018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's swinging on big kid swings without falling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-1950108878055053397?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/1950108878055053397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=1950108878055053397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1950108878055053397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1950108878055053397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/12/activites.html' title='Activites'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-kowcL_yKmnA/TynwygO2ppI/AAAAAAAACt8/yp834zpChUU/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-2728508501306013389</id><published>2011-12-05T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:28:30.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash Academics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LIXpUlxEGys/TuWrObqWfjI/AAAAAAAACoE/KAzfCAN8HXA/s1600/010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LIXpUlxEGys/TuWrObqWfjI/AAAAAAAACoE/KAzfCAN8HXA/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685138369057029682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the note she made Danny for his lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gave her the letters for "I love you". She did the names all by herself.&lt;/div&gt;Ashlyn is learning so much, and she's motivated to do it too. We play "games" like the letter sound game (i.e., what letter says Puh? or what sound does the letter T make?), the food game (i.e., where does eggs come from?), I Spy, the why game (i.e., why do we wear shoes?), the street sign game (i.e., we need to turn left on Woodhill rd. This is Codell, should we turn?), and the bigger or smaller game (i.e., which is bigger a car or a shoe?) and sing songs on our car rides. When we're at home we count 1-35 (almost always for skittles), put the number magnets 0-9 in order on the fridge, write uppercase letters on lined paper to work on sizing and spacing, write CVC words by me giving her the sounds and she has to write the letters, match upper and lowercase alphabet letters, and independently verbally spell then write 8 words (Mom, Dad, Ashlyn, Jackson, Karley, Papa, Go, Stop). She loves to write and illustrate books, but her favorite is cutting our hearts to make I love you or thank you cards. She independently draws spiders, ladybugs, flowers, suns, faces, and clouds without any verbal guidance as to what to do next. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_HJaoBkG6fk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sing name songs to help her learn how to spell long names. This is one of the first few times singing the song. She spells our last name "w-o-o-P-b-u-r-I". Close.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-2728508501306013389?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/2728508501306013389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=2728508501306013389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/2728508501306013389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/2728508501306013389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/12/ash-academics.html' title='Ash Academics'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-LIXpUlxEGys/TuWrObqWfjI/AAAAAAAACoE/KAzfCAN8HXA/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-5923825667229003954</id><published>2011-12-04T18:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:49:12.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson's 18 months old</title><content type='html'>Jackson is 18 months old now. Here are some things about him right now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PJQLYAUcFME" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. At Jackson's doctor's check-up he weighed in at 28lbs 4oz placing him in the 55th percentile for weight and at 34.25 inches which is in the 85th percentile for height. I have to admit, I was saddened. I've never had percentiles this low before, I immediately felt that I wasn't feeding him enough, which is ironic since he eats his meal plus whatever's left on Ashlyn's plate often. He's healthy and doing great. He received 1 of his 3 vaccinations and didn't even cry when he got the shot. He furrowed his little eye brows, stiffened his leg for a second, and that was it. What a trooper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.He is fascinated with the toilet. He has gotten over reaching in and playing with the water due to the severely grossed out exclamations from me, and has decided to imitate a more acceptable way to play with the toilet water... with a scrub brush. It's cute until he pulls the brush out and lets the water drip onto the floor-- on purpose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.We've had him in a big boy bed for 2 nights... and I vetoed the transition. He would stay in his crib all night, but he kept getting out of bed and would only fall asleep if I sat in the room pretending to read (yeah, who can read in the dark). He was horrible with naps, so I decided it just wasn't worth it this young. Ashlyn now has a bunk bed that she loves! She keeps asking to sleep on the top bunk, but she's been sleeping on a mattress on the ground for almost a year. So we wanted to make sure that she wouldn't roll out of bed first before we added height. Plus, Jackson isn't ready to transition over to the bottom bunk, so there's no rush. They love making a tent out of the bed. I'm excited for the storage space under the bunk bed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He says at least 95 recorded words and is starting to say some phrases independently, "where daddy go? thank you mama. there it is. cereal please. don't touch. I see you. I love you. come here. big dog." He uses many typically developing phonological processes: cluster reduction, liquid gliding, stopping, and fronting (being most frequent)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. His favorite foods include bbq chicken, bbq beans, corn on the cob, rolls, muffins, crackers, applesauce, yogurt, lolly pops, marshmallows, juice, and is pretty good to at least try everything on his plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. He transitions from happy to mad very quickly. He likes to scream or hit depending on how long his angry has lasted. He'll still smash his face on my leg to pretend bite me, but he hasn't bitten anyone in quite some time. Thank goodness. He hates time outs and will run yelling No! No! No! when I tell him time out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. He does great in nursery. He sits in his chair and colors for the lesson, eats (sometimes stealing his neighbors food if they eat slower than he does), sits on the carpet square for music time, and plays well with the toys. Ashlyn has been in there with him, but will start going to Primary as a Sunbeam in January! I'm so excited for her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. He has very good fine motor skills for his age. He uses a pencil with the cariboo game to open the box/holes. Those holes are tiny! I was amazed he would even notice the holes let alone get a pencil tip into them. (By the way, that is an excellent game! Great language and cognitive game. Very motivating too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.He has this habit from the time he first started finger foods that he doesn't like anything on his tray-now plate when he's done eating. While he used to throw everything left over on the floor, he knows he'll get in trouble for that. So now, he'll either put the food he doesn't want to eat on the table as far away from his plate as he can reach, or he'll put it on the plate of the person sitting next to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. He has another habit of giving me his pillow and blankets when I get him from his crib morning and afternoon. The blankets I can understand-- he wants to snuggle for a few seconds before he asks to get down, but the pillow. I don't even hold it. I throw it on Ash's bed, but he insists on it being out of his crib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.He still gets very mad when I leave him. He screams and cries at the door until I'm no longer in sight. He is still very much a Momma's boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. He is very difficult to keep quiet during sacrament meeting at church. He narrates everything and not quietly either... which is hard for me to discourage, because I love it! Until I notice the people around me staring at us because we are being quite disruptive. He is also very active and loves to climb up on the chair and get down, then back up, then wants to walk across multiple chairs, then jump on my lap, then grab what Ashlyn's playing with, then goes through the diaper bag scavenging for snacks... all the while I'm trying to keep his talking to a minimum and keep him either on my lap or sitting on the chair next to me. What's being said over the pulpit? I have no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sMQLhvA6KA8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-5923825667229003954?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/5923825667229003954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=5923825667229003954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5923825667229003954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5923825667229003954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/12/jacksons-18-months-old.html' title='Jackson&apos;s 18 months old'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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://img.youtube.com/vi/PJQLYAUcFME/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-792258494772821005</id><published>2011-12-03T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T17:28:14.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercising</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nGyo2QNqrVE" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2oDCc9isz78" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-792258494772821005?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/792258494772821005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=792258494772821005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/792258494772821005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/792258494772821005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/12/exercising.html' title='Exercising'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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://img.youtube.com/vi/nGyo2QNqrVE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-6178386147004680659</id><published>2011-11-24T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:44:06.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-agnL9_3Ij_g/TuWgcM2bASI/AAAAAAAACn4/fAMqCJDLUyk/s1600/006.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-agnL9_3Ij_g/TuWgcM2bASI/AAAAAAAACn4/fAMqCJDLUyk/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685126510971388194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Thanksgiving we were invited over to our friends house, the Brown's, for dinner... which was funny because we used to go to the Brown's for a pre-thanksgiving meal in CA, but different Brown's. There were 3 families there. I brought the potatoes, peas, and homemade rolls. I love and always request to bring the potatoes. That way I can make sure they're not made with that nasty fake stuff!!! That would ruin Thanksgiving for me! Well that and eating a cold turkey dinner.  :)  Anyway, the kids had fun and we stayed for hours talking. When we got home, I felt like there was a rock in my stomach and really achy and cold. I went to sleep at 9pm, and other than when I woke up enough to check the clock, I didn't truly wake up until 2pm the next day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3hFCqLGWJMM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Ashlyn writing her name on her Thanksgiving book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-6178386147004680659?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/6178386147004680659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=6178386147004680659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6178386147004680659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6178386147004680659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-agnL9_3Ij_g/TuWgcM2bASI/AAAAAAAACn4/fAMqCJDLUyk/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-4078682209863165066</id><published>2011-11-23T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:10:32.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The centipede</title><content type='html'>I'm all about teaching the kids to not be scared of anything... I'm not forcing them, I'm just encouraging them. But I can't help but notice how happy I am to let them kill the bug and I get to just watch. Perk! Okay let's look back at this past year. Ashlyn stomped on a cockroach, smashed a spider with her finger, held a garden snake around her wrist, sat on a alligator, and smashed a centipede with a shoe. I'm really proud of this little girl! &lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KpKZjK68LHk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dMkF7XzHAPw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excuse the nakedness of Ashlyn... and the poor filming that caught her wiping. Sorry Ash! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-4078682209863165066?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/4078682209863165066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=4078682209863165066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4078682209863165066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4078682209863165066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/11/centipede.html' title='The centipede'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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://img.youtube.com/vi/KpKZjK68LHk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-5739713497342760055</id><published>2011-11-02T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:39:44.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ravin Run Hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZMmZVGgwJ4/TtwxK9f8FLI/AAAAAAAACfo/NtcNRrnOo9U/s1600/138.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZMmZVGgwJ4/TtwxK9f8FLI/AAAAAAAACfo/NtcNRrnOo9U/s320/138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682470894211699890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heard about this beautiful place to hike around with little kids called Ravin Run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a hands-on small museum by the parking lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ACVw_3iJrlQ/TtwxKVxMe9I/AAAAAAAACfc/g4WVNfrv6Y4/s1600/139.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ACVw_3iJrlQ/TtwxKVxMe9I/AAAAAAAACfc/g4WVNfrv6Y4/s320/139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682470883546659794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It had some gorgeous photography back drops, and it was very kid friendly. There were even stone and wooden stairs at a few points on the trial. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QatP_KmcDRI/TtwxJqz7bnI/AAAAAAAACfU/avtinPqkzvg/s1600/144.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QatP_KmcDRI/TtwxJqz7bnI/AAAAAAAACfU/avtinPqkzvg/s320/144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682470872015400562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papa showed Ashlyn a fern. This is her excitedly showing me, and J not sure where he should be looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4660_LnII0/TtwxJWHBvCI/AAAAAAAACfE/VVMRQ2_VNsQ/s1600/146.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4660_LnII0/TtwxJWHBvCI/AAAAAAAACfE/VVMRQ2_VNsQ/s320/146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682470866458360866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ash did well walking most of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ORlVO9AoJYw/TtwvMJ6LbvI/AAAAAAAACe0/UA642D47UAc/s1600/149.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ORlVO9AoJYw/TtwvMJ6LbvI/AAAAAAAACe0/UA642D47UAc/s320/149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682468715699597042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papa spoiled her with a few rides for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3QmiXDM8D0U/TtwvK0ChPiI/AAAAAAAACeo/EFZP8t0h06c/s1600/150.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3QmiXDM8D0U/TtwvK0ChPiI/AAAAAAAACeo/EFZP8t0h06c/s320/150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682468692649131554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papa showed Ash lots of different looking fungi around the forest. Sometimes Ash was looking and sometimes she wasn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YzUKr46OrMg/TtwvKJHoU0I/AAAAAAAACec/SSXltzuGo3Q/s1600/152.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YzUKr46OrMg/TtwvKJHoU0I/AAAAAAAACec/SSXltzuGo3Q/s320/152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682468681127842626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The huge leaves and abundance of logs were entertaining for the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3ejueI0Wm8Y/TtwvJaGgTyI/AAAAAAAACeQ/vOjJWHPjIsQ/s1600/156.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3ejueI0Wm8Y/TtwvJaGgTyI/AAAAAAAACeQ/vOjJWHPjIsQ/s320/156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682468668506656546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ash and Papa at the look out point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rqL2_8Vksa4/TtwvJJZKloI/AAAAAAAACeE/z7Q9527Q6L4/s1600/158.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rqL2_8Vksa4/TtwvJJZKloI/AAAAAAAACeE/z7Q9527Q6L4/s320/158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682468664021522050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also saw lots of moss. I love moss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9cLOzOT_7V0/TtwuFcisUoI/AAAAAAAACd0/gGIBv903jy0/s1600/162.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9cLOzOT_7V0/TtwuFcisUoI/AAAAAAAACd0/gGIBv903jy0/s320/162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682467500930650754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is where Papa and Ash hid behind the wall to scare Karley, sleeping J, and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i7dYeKJBg_Y/TtwuE3Io8PI/AAAAAAAACdo/EYsqi5ikcHk/s1600/163.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i7dYeKJBg_Y/TtwuE3Io8PI/AAAAAAAACdo/EYsqi5ikcHk/s320/163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682467490889265394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the way back, we spotted a buck hiding in the brush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you spot Bambi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zaejB6kRri4/TtwuEAHq9WI/AAAAAAAACdc/gr1MSx2U-Kc/s1600/165.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zaejB6kRri4/TtwuEAHq9WI/AAAAAAAACdc/gr1MSx2U-Kc/s320/165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682467476121253218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Faline bounded across the road followed by Bambi, but not before he turned to pose for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-taTZhSRlB9Q/TtwuDh8nzEI/AAAAAAAACdQ/zN6iR5--VjY/s1600/166.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-taTZhSRlB9Q/TtwuDh8nzEI/AAAAAAAACdQ/zN6iR5--VjY/s320/166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682467468021845058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We then discussed the difference between a buck and a doe. Ashlyn's a doe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VYIAaDtFbh8/TtwuDeP8u8I/AAAAAAAACdE/d2EVZugl4F4/s1600/167.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VYIAaDtFbh8/TtwuDeP8u8I/AAAAAAAACdE/d2EVZugl4F4/s320/167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682467467029167042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlyn's a buck... with her left horn tilted backwards. It was a beautiful hike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-5739713497342760055?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/5739713497342760055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=5739713497342760055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5739713497342760055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5739713497342760055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/11/ravin-run-hike.html' title='Ravin Run Hike'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-RZMmZVGgwJ4/TtwxK9f8FLI/AAAAAAAACfo/NtcNRrnOo9U/s72-c/138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-8208273704838065270</id><published>2011-11-01T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:58:55.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan's Orchard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6aBfvLnZT38/TtwtAUAgIiI/AAAAAAAACc0/6Yz4PPWaMHU/s1600/116.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6aBfvLnZT38/TtwtAUAgIiI/AAAAAAAACc0/6Yz4PPWaMHU/s320/116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682466313228788258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took Papa to Evan's Orchard where they have this HUGE kids play area. It's pretty amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BnVxEfPueXc/TtwtAIBXS6I/AAAAAAAACck/29cPbNqhuYg/s1600/119.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BnVxEfPueXc/TtwtAIBXS6I/AAAAAAAACck/29cPbNqhuYg/s320/119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682466310011177890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids weren't that into the corn maze, but we walked 50 ft into it to check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eNJ1Kn-24s8/Ttws_X6KJkI/AAAAAAAACcc/AFKvAV2nb7w/s1600/120.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eNJ1Kn-24s8/Ttws_X6KJkI/AAAAAAAACcc/AFKvAV2nb7w/s320/120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682466297096054338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSNpF5nz4Oo/Ttws-xEXF0I/AAAAAAAACcQ/LQmrjltdxZ8/s1600/122.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSNpF5nz4Oo/Ttws-xEXF0I/AAAAAAAACcQ/LQmrjltdxZ8/s320/122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682466286669862722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlyn loved walking in these huge pipes. She had great balance to do it without using her hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SjyobVcDswE/Ttws-vF5TwI/AAAAAAAACcE/R66v4VGlXZ8/s1600/123.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SjyobVcDswE/Ttws-vF5TwI/AAAAAAAACcE/R66v4VGlXZ8/s320/123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682466286139428610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little climber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4tw7eUwipk/TtwrtTmXslI/AAAAAAAACb4/Arsu93pwhFY/s1600/142.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4tw7eUwipk/TtwrtTmXslI/AAAAAAAACb4/Arsu93pwhFY/s320/142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682464887190041170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Igr4y8kPspc/Ttwrs3B0U6I/AAAAAAAACbs/NBMrEBjogC0/s1600/125.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Igr4y8kPspc/Ttwrs3B0U6I/AAAAAAAACbs/NBMrEBjogC0/s320/125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682464879520535458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ash had a blast feeding the goats... even though there was a "don't feed these animals" posted on the top of the fence. Oh well. She couldn't read it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V6BV0ecaS18/TtwrsCCyMoI/AAAAAAAACbg/oIG0muX6b4o/s1600/129.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V6BV0ecaS18/TtwrsCCyMoI/AAAAAAAACbg/oIG0muX6b4o/s320/129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682464865297511042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J wanted to feed them, but would pull back as soon as the goat would put it's nose through the fence. He eventually did feed the goats, after lots of teasing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kGjylb2_qtM/TtwrrSZ0PWI/AAAAAAAACbU/A0XSw1lvtmo/s1600/143.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kGjylb2_qtM/TtwrrSZ0PWI/AAAAAAAACbU/A0XSw1lvtmo/s320/143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682464852509212002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J couldn't use the pedals, but liked to sit on it or push it from behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VKpaLYMc6bY/TtwrrCIPQqI/AAAAAAAACbI/rgn45eDiELM/s1600/145.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VKpaLYMc6bY/TtwrrCIPQqI/AAAAAAAACbI/rgn45eDiELM/s320/145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682464848140518050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a long day with lots of fun play, Papa snuggled these two while they enjoyed their milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-8208273704838065270?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/8208273704838065270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=8208273704838065270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/8208273704838065270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/8208273704838065270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/11/evans-orchard.html' title='Evan&apos;s Orchard'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-6aBfvLnZT38/TtwtAUAgIiI/AAAAAAAACc0/6Yz4PPWaMHU/s72-c/116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-3574166844707608316</id><published>2011-10-31T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T17:27:19.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit from Papa Tom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Km7OLd9uuME/TtwmRXirIHI/AAAAAAAACa8/6lv85Ue5MGE/s1600/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Km7OLd9uuME/TtwmRXirIHI/AAAAAAAACa8/6lv85Ue5MGE/s320/100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682458909653803122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papa came for Halloween! So he helped J carve his 1st pumpkin... he liked carrying the knife sharpening rod and kept trying to steal a knife. Crazy kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TQ0YGzj4V0M/TtwmRCNc1_I/AAAAAAAACaw/I9Lw9OtYlac/s1600/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TQ0YGzj4V0M/TtwmRCNc1_I/AAAAAAAACaw/I9Lw9OtYlac/s320/102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682458903927642098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was quite entertained with the whole process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hf3e7jG1Hyw/TtwjRPNMqfI/AAAAAAAACag/31ZwhMoH8NA/s1600/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hf3e7jG1Hyw/TtwjRPNMqfI/AAAAAAAACag/31ZwhMoH8NA/s320/105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682455608881359346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J even reached inside to spoon out some pumpkin seeds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ_ABbR5YNk/TtwjQcgfAuI/AAAAAAAACaU/sQLpq33lVG0/s1600/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ_ABbR5YNk/TtwjQcgfAuI/AAAAAAAACaU/sQLpq33lVG0/s320/107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682455595272045282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ash took her go at it. Thank you Tom for carving that really thick pumpkin for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UozvNwexWig/TtwjPkQOmHI/AAAAAAAACaI/G1eNAHk-Oh0/s1600/110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UozvNwexWig/TtwjPkQOmHI/AAAAAAAACaI/G1eNAHk-Oh0/s320/110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682455580171475058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was Cinderella and he was a horse who didn't like the head-hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQdttYq6Fbg/TtwjPM4h1sI/AAAAAAAACZ8/PmNMY1a6bvc/s1600/111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQdttYq6Fbg/TtwjPM4h1sI/AAAAAAAACZ8/PmNMY1a6bvc/s320/111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682455573898057410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They played Trick or Treat in the kitchen with Papa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vlDzwiOvlsk/TtwjO0Kb8_I/AAAAAAAACZw/QYgKLojB9ns/s1600/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vlDzwiOvlsk/TtwjO0Kb8_I/AAAAAAAACZw/QYgKLojB9ns/s320/113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682455567262282738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlyn was so shy that she only said Trick or Treat to about half of the homes we went to. Jackson loved imitating Trick or Treat and Thank you and would excitedly shake his Jack-o-lantern bucket at the candy holder. He loved all the dogs we saw. Before we went out, Ash said that she wanted a red lollypop. When she finally got one, she exclaimed to the man, "Yeah, I got my red lollypop!" He thought it was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-3574166844707608316?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/3574166844707608316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=3574166844707608316&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/3574166844707608316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/3574166844707608316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/10/visit-from-papa-tom.html' title='Visit from Papa Tom!'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-Km7OLd9uuME/TtwmRXirIHI/AAAAAAAACa8/6lv85Ue5MGE/s72-c/100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-2009630662304035909</id><published>2011-10-30T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:56:12.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lex Horse Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-88qKRIxqeEU/Tt19NLIx8qI/AAAAAAAACng/ej8uepXcD4c/s1600/_DSC1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-88qKRIxqeEU/Tt19NLIx8qI/AAAAAAAACng/ej8uepXcD4c/s320/_DSC1589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682835970092823202" border="0" /&gt;On August 9th, we went to a Horse Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFXc6Y5uq58/Tt19Nl3AiUI/AAAAAAAACns/4RquJQTObyY/s1600/_DSC1587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFXc6Y5uq58/Tt19Nl3AiUI/AAAAAAAACns/4RquJQTObyY/s320/_DSC1587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682835977266039106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with the Secretariat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bAFInbBUH1w/Tt18dlQi4LI/AAAAAAAACnI/Iw6DJcU5bLc/s1600/_DSC1593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bAFInbBUH1w/Tt18dlQi4LI/AAAAAAAACnI/Iw6DJcU5bLc/s320/_DSC1593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682835152470991026" border="0" /&gt;Gpa enjoys laughing with Ash and J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bcJ0lHBVMzw/Tt18dZvNp_I/AAAAAAAACm8/xJIUFmCOMOA/s1600/_DSC1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bcJ0lHBVMzw/Tt18dZvNp_I/AAAAAAAACm8/xJIUFmCOMOA/s320/_DSC1595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682835149378398194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GQ3GjFWkUn4/Tt18ed08v1I/AAAAAAAACnU/NYTZmpFXGH4/s1600/_DSC1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GQ3GjFWkUn4/Tt18ed08v1I/AAAAAAAACnU/NYTZmpFXGH4/s320/_DSC1592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682835167656066898" border="0" /&gt;okay, so somehow I got these pictures uploaded in the wrong order... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDGUh7nNZmI/Tt17mt8lyHI/AAAAAAAACmk/Sf6srGSW0AY/s1600/_DSC1600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDGUh7nNZmI/Tt17mt8lyHI/AAAAAAAACmk/Sf6srGSW0AY/s320/_DSC1600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682834209910409330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ge5GP52eV2k/Tt17mFedIcI/AAAAAAAACmY/dkF54GvA3mI/s1600/_DSC1603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ge5GP52eV2k/Tt17mFedIcI/AAAAAAAACmY/dkF54GvA3mI/s320/_DSC1603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682834199046595010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8dX_t1zsAY/Tt17nLC7yZI/AAAAAAAACmw/X3DyDfbDBpk/s1600/_DSC1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8dX_t1zsAY/Tt17nLC7yZI/AAAAAAAACmw/X3DyDfbDBpk/s320/_DSC1598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682834217721645458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MdvedvhAiUM/Tt16Yt6VRaI/AAAAAAAACmA/akngej1rpVQ/s1600/_DSC1619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MdvedvhAiUM/Tt16Yt6VRaI/AAAAAAAACmA/akngej1rpVQ/s320/_DSC1619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682832869871142306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NVD1UX9NzOI/Tt16YbFMXpI/AAAAAAAACl0/aeEXjOiQu1s/s1600/_DSC1636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NVD1UX9NzOI/Tt16YbFMXpI/AAAAAAAACl0/aeEXjOiQu1s/s320/_DSC1636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682832864816422546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X0BdTEs_Pc4/Tt16ZjpS2dI/AAAAAAAACmM/75z4yL8zL0E/s1600/_DSC1615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X0BdTEs_Pc4/Tt16ZjpS2dI/AAAAAAAACmM/75z4yL8zL0E/s320/_DSC1615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682832884295195090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2EXCNrmZX2A/Tt14dXBk00I/AAAAAAAAClc/LYDRUuzqdz4/s1600/_DSC1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2EXCNrmZX2A/Tt14dXBk00I/AAAAAAAAClc/LYDRUuzqdz4/s320/_DSC1646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682830750603596610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loved this pony ride! Jackson cried and tried to climb through the fence/shake the gate open in order to get to the pony during Ashlyn's ride. He was so mad that he couldn't ride so I asked the guy if Jackson could just sit on the horse for a bit. Luckily, he agreed. (that picture is about 5 pictures down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMNRO7D-ju8/Tt14dLbU6RI/AAAAAAAAClQ/iFFv2wvJ13M/s1600/_DSC1659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMNRO7D-ju8/Tt14dLbU6RI/AAAAAAAAClQ/iFFv2wvJ13M/s320/_DSC1659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682830747490380050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DqLA9aoo4ds/Tt14eX85iWI/AAAAAAAAClo/XJ1umcMgofc/s1600/_DSC1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DqLA9aoo4ds/Tt14eX85iWI/AAAAAAAAClo/XJ1umcMgofc/s320/_DSC1642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682830768032287074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PO3q246treo/Tt11nb-6wiI/AAAAAAAACk4/QpuhONhvYI8/s1600/_DSC1676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PO3q246treo/Tt11nb-6wiI/AAAAAAAACk4/QpuhONhvYI8/s320/_DSC1676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682827625198436898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QSFlOdNnitc/Tt11nNuvquI/AAAAAAAACks/Ja87QP9uj2I/s1600/_DSC1713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QSFlOdNnitc/Tt11nNuvquI/AAAAAAAACks/Ja87QP9uj2I/s320/_DSC1713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682827621372504802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I prefer western saddles to English saddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AZ8JkTYkahg/Tt11ok1gnkI/AAAAAAAAClE/52DMK9YZnwY/s1600/_DSC1661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AZ8JkTYkahg/Tt11ok1gnkI/AAAAAAAAClE/52DMK9YZnwY/s320/_DSC1661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682827644754763330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NOI4zDEcivA/Tt10jqLwAyI/AAAAAAAACkU/eHLEpNycOdA/s1600/_DSC1694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NOI4zDEcivA/Tt10jqLwAyI/AAAAAAAACkU/eHLEpNycOdA/s320/_DSC1694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682826460779250466" border="0" /&gt;Mom was very excited to see Funny Cide and Cigar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4J1UWTXUfJk/Tt10k3-FshI/AAAAAAAACkg/e4EHUrotqn4/s1600/_DSC1683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4J1UWTXUfJk/Tt10k3-FshI/AAAAAAAACkg/e4EHUrotqn4/s320/_DSC1683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682826481659916818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XulrJcBj4mI/Tt1zgL-ON9I/AAAAAAAACjw/KCEa10-OPVQ/s1600/_DSC1719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XulrJcBj4mI/Tt1zgL-ON9I/AAAAAAAACjw/KCEa10-OPVQ/s320/_DSC1719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682825301618210770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BEPD3EYiJWM/Tt1zfggKzCI/AAAAAAAACjk/a5LdLuMhWdU/s1600/_DSC1725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BEPD3EYiJWM/Tt1zfggKzCI/AAAAAAAACjk/a5LdLuMhWdU/s320/_DSC1725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682825289949432866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Mom and Dad for a fun trip!&lt;br /&gt; It was wonderful getting to explore our new city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EDeiy-kYnL0/Tt1zglVxJSI/AAAAAAAACj8/gIOPIBs4fu4/s1600/_DSC1716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EDeiy-kYnL0/Tt1zglVxJSI/AAAAAAAACj8/gIOPIBs4fu4/s320/_DSC1716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682825308427855138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-2009630662304035909?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/2009630662304035909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=2009630662304035909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/2009630662304035909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/2009630662304035909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/10/lex-horse-park.html' title='Lex Horse Park'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-88qKRIxqeEU/Tt19NLIx8qI/AAAAAAAACng/ej8uepXcD4c/s72-c/_DSC1589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-4032886460518771469</id><published>2011-10-30T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T17:36:18.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 1st visitors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21gsV_WJ2FI/Tt1tNcVkisI/AAAAAAAACjM/BFXSz5qKN6g/s1600/_DSC1492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21gsV_WJ2FI/Tt1tNcVkisI/AAAAAAAACjM/BFXSz5qKN6g/s320/_DSC1492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682818382523828930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eject Goose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_0NAFEFk-E/Tt1tMYMQG5I/AAAAAAAACi0/c5CeJNLpB98/s1600/_DSC1505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_0NAFEFk-E/Tt1tMYMQG5I/AAAAAAAACi0/c5CeJNLpB98/s320/_DSC1505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682818364231130002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BW9JDCR8EHQ/Tt1tOnD_v7I/AAAAAAAACjY/GsDGCS9GgVQ/s1600/_DSC1487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BW9JDCR8EHQ/Tt1tOnD_v7I/AAAAAAAACjY/GsDGCS9GgVQ/s320/_DSC1487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682818402582773682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GbjV8fyq-zk/Tt1sZ74ZJCI/AAAAAAAACic/-hrzkm_xHYo/s1600/_DSC1513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GbjV8fyq-zk/Tt1sZ74ZJCI/AAAAAAAACic/-hrzkm_xHYo/s320/_DSC1513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682817497638183970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On August 8th, my parents came into town for a visit and took us to see the Lexington Aviation Museum. It rocked! We walked/squeezed through this B-24, which made reading Unbroken even more powerful. (awesome book by the way). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KTNzmGKErXM/Tt1sZZ86iMI/AAAAAAAACiQ/yxjS7mF25BU/s1600/_DSC1518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KTNzmGKErXM/Tt1sZZ86iMI/AAAAAAAACiQ/yxjS7mF25BU/s320/_DSC1518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682817488530344130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6U8MuotYo4/Tt1saRCZUEI/AAAAAAAACio/-i0C1_sMyvU/s1600/_DSC1509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6U8MuotYo4/Tt1saRCZUEI/AAAAAAAACio/-i0C1_sMyvU/s320/_DSC1509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682817503317282882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eTdThHotq_E/Tt1qcuXFrGI/AAAAAAAACh4/HBV6phX7cdA/s1600/_DSC1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eTdThHotq_E/Tt1qcuXFrGI/AAAAAAAACh4/HBV6phX7cdA/s320/_DSC1524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682815346525187170" border="0" /&gt;Having second thoughts about climbing into the bomber, Ash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lQ-3muV5wVI/Tt1qcXAPixI/AAAAAAAAChs/WB0SB26n9es/s1600/_DSC1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lQ-3muV5wVI/Tt1qcXAPixI/AAAAAAAAChs/WB0SB26n9es/s320/_DSC1527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682815340255349522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q62MeAPBa5A/Tt1qdSOc8GI/AAAAAAAACiE/I74bCTFwR8w/s1600/_DSC1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q62MeAPBa5A/Tt1qdSOc8GI/AAAAAAAACiE/I74bCTFwR8w/s320/_DSC1521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682815356152639586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VEy08eL6zsY/Tt1l-9i3MnI/AAAAAAAAChU/352cpN92CHA/s1600/_DSC1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VEy08eL6zsY/Tt1l-9i3MnI/AAAAAAAAChU/352cpN92CHA/s320/_DSC1534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682810437158515314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gpq4WMPxkI/Tt1l-kdh7TI/AAAAAAAAChI/Jcu33rdyT7g/s1600/_DSC1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gpq4WMPxkI/Tt1l-kdh7TI/AAAAAAAAChI/Jcu33rdyT7g/s320/_DSC1539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682810430425263410" border="0" /&gt;Jackson and I were looking at the bombs from the catwalk/birth canal. I couldn't imagine walking through there when the plane was up in the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bfh8toogDeE/Tt1l9fyRjqI/AAAAAAAAChA/uyuOpsWPZMk/s1600/_DSC1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bfh8toogDeE/Tt1l9fyRjqI/AAAAAAAAChA/uyuOpsWPZMk/s320/_DSC1544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682810411990224546" border="0" /&gt;Jackson's in the radio/navigator's seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tF8Bn99roQM/Tt1l9H5hcFI/AAAAAAAACgw/dKg2VltYioE/s1600/_DSC1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tF8Bn99roQM/Tt1l9H5hcFI/AAAAAAAACgw/dKg2VltYioE/s320/_DSC1547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682810405578174546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlyn was a side gunner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YmtqxLgN1N8/Tt1l_e-p29I/AAAAAAAAChk/P_27fUnw0ec/s1600/_DSC1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YmtqxLgN1N8/Tt1l_e-p29I/AAAAAAAAChk/P_27fUnw0ec/s320/_DSC1531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682810446133451730" border="0" /&gt;Here's Jackson trying to sneak into the cockpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tj73UIPfWTc/Tt1koGcmKcI/AAAAAAAACgY/FhJ_QueHqJ4/s1600/_DSC1550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tj73UIPfWTc/Tt1koGcmKcI/AAAAAAAACgY/FhJ_QueHqJ4/s320/_DSC1550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682808944899533250" border="0" /&gt;You could buy a ticket to fly in a B-24 or the other plane... B-17?? I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9tg6rrR6Mdg/Tt1knmcLVTI/AAAAAAAACgM/t0EUsA69Hkc/s1600/_DSC1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9tg6rrR6Mdg/Tt1knmcLVTI/AAAAAAAACgM/t0EUsA69Hkc/s320/_DSC1557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682808936307840306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYLK-rCsdfM/Tt1knPWmKkI/AAAAAAAACgA/gNXRSAEA9uI/s1600/_DSC1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYLK-rCsdfM/Tt1knPWmKkI/AAAAAAAACgA/gNXRSAEA9uI/s320/_DSC1564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682808930110417474" border="0" /&gt;One of the workers let Ash and J sit on the wing of the plane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXz9kqx8C6Y/Tt1ko0nIw5I/AAAAAAAACgk/xsI9fBwKUvs/s1600/_DSC1548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXz9kqx8C6Y/Tt1ko0nIw5I/AAAAAAAACgk/xsI9fBwKUvs/s320/_DSC1548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682808957291774866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is Gma Pro Guns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8_6LpyfUDsI/Tt1j3xVZuvI/AAAAAAAACf0/-CHQ_Jet4Lc/s1600/_DSC1574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8_6LpyfUDsI/Tt1j3xVZuvI/AAAAAAAACf0/-CHQ_Jet4Lc/s320/_DSC1574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682808114598492914" border="0" /&gt;It was fun to learn about how the technology has advanced so dramatically in these aircraft.&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/635251519347812500-4032886460518771469?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/4032886460518771469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=4032886460518771469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4032886460518771469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4032886460518771469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-1st-visitors.html' title='Our 1st visitors!'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-21gsV_WJ2FI/Tt1tNcVkisI/AAAAAAAACjM/BFXSz5qKN6g/s72-c/_DSC1492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-4713330789798378296</id><published>2011-10-29T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T17:30:37.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raking Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U4XiwWIJ838/Ttwdx8Y04GI/AAAAAAAACZk/PyhmK5v7WVU/s1600/095.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U4XiwWIJ838/Ttwdx8Y04GI/AAAAAAAACZk/PyhmK5v7WVU/s320/095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682449573695774818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I made piles, they liked to make a nest out of them. Though raking took hours, at least I had some cute companions to make me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8e8HHqtcLQ/TtwdxoNCSxI/AAAAAAAACZY/82i-6XfaUsQ/s1600/096.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8e8HHqtcLQ/TtwdxoNCSxI/AAAAAAAACZY/82i-6XfaUsQ/s320/096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682449568277613330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It had become quite cold outside, and I'd rather have the kids sweating than shivering. They were so sad when it was time to put the leaves in bags to dispose of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-4713330789798378296?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/4713330789798378296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=4713330789798378296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4713330789798378296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4713330789798378296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/10/racking-leaves.html' title='Raking Leaves'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-U4XiwWIJ838/Ttwdx8Y04GI/AAAAAAAACZk/PyhmK5v7WVU/s72-c/095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-3499997286062433186</id><published>2011-10-17T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T17:24:07.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YMCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mvAL8UmY9P4/TtvVO3uK8eI/AAAAAAAACZM/nQXDEzOYTvg/s1600/075.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mvAL8UmY9P4/TtvVO3uK8eI/AAAAAAAACZM/nQXDEzOYTvg/s320/075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682369806310502882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids love to go swim at the kids park. On this occasion, as I was signing in at the front desk, I turned and told Ash not to play with the metal swinging bar... 5 seconds later she accidentally swung it into Jackson's mouth resulting in lots of dripping blood. Nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MHBZ0jO0KUM/TtvVN_VhecI/AAAAAAAACZA/wMtlrtJnzrE/s1600/086.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MHBZ0jO0KUM/TtvVN_VhecI/AAAAAAAACZA/wMtlrtJnzrE/s320/086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682369791174736322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he still had fun after it finally clotted. The slide was a favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nv_6FdVAa9E/TtvVNqU02SI/AAAAAAAACY0/pageucmtt4c/s1600/090.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nv_6FdVAa9E/TtvVNqU02SI/AAAAAAAACY0/pageucmtt4c/s320/090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682369785534667042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;snack after swimming... yes please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-3499997286062433186?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/3499997286062433186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=3499997286062433186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/3499997286062433186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/3499997286062433186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/10/ymca.html' title='YMCA'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-mvAL8UmY9P4/TtvVO3uK8eI/AAAAAAAACZM/nQXDEzOYTvg/s72-c/075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-3921989936392325168</id><published>2011-10-12T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T17:45:42.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PA trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ARmjMTK4BzU/TtvUDJ6P9hI/AAAAAAAACYo/EMNBzbFwzsw/s1600/061.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ARmjMTK4BzU/TtvUDJ6P9hI/AAAAAAAACYo/EMNBzbFwzsw/s320/061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682368505522943506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two do so well on flights. They've learned to make use of every available space on the plane, and I've learned to give up the aisle seat so I can guard them from bumping the passenger in our row.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6N0xUoxaphI/TtvUCxny4YI/AAAAAAAACYc/F9RCb6PZ0vg/s1600/063.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6N0xUoxaphI/TtvUCxny4YI/AAAAAAAACYc/F9RCb6PZ0vg/s320/063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682368499003089282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were able to watch Desiree's senior rec night for volleyball. I was thoroughly impressed at what an amazing volleyball player she's become. What a stud! Way to go Boo! I think she could play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;collegiate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FhVH5PTtZDA/TtvQmSPjRJI/AAAAAAAACYM/JWYZ2W5vcSI/s1600/067.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FhVH5PTtZDA/TtvQmSPjRJI/AAAAAAAACYM/JWYZ2W5vcSI/s320/067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682364711008683154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gpa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gma's&lt;/span&gt; house is a child's dream come true with all the fun toys they have. Here's Ash posing with her favorite stroller and baby doll. She asked for me to take the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TzcnwKeidBY/TtvQlp7kNWI/AAAAAAAACYA/r5oaHSGF2Nw/s1600/068.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TzcnwKeidBY/TtvQlp7kNWI/AAAAAAAACYA/r5oaHSGF2Nw/s320/068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682364700187440482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These 3 goofballs had a blast playing and feeding off each other's giggling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mlj27JqEcs/TtvQlGwPyCI/AAAAAAAACX0/hu2r-PcQe_g/s1600/070.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mlj27JqEcs/TtvQlGwPyCI/AAAAAAAACX0/hu2r-PcQe_g/s320/070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682364690744723490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson posing with Aunt Meagan and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2bRAqUZQPuo/TtvQkYUk8uI/AAAAAAAACXo/R9g9WzlT9J0/s1600/071.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2bRAqUZQPuo/TtvQkYUk8uI/AAAAAAAACXo/R9g9WzlT9J0/s320/071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682364678280639202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... Ash posing with Aunt Meagan. These are their cutest posing pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wpIPP8DuTQU/TtvQkBeQrCI/AAAAAAAACXc/-OUSCr-bJgw/s1600/072.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wpIPP8DuTQU/TtvQkBeQrCI/AAAAAAAACXc/-OUSCr-bJgw/s320/072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682364672147237922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loads of fun and laughter with 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doting&lt;/span&gt; Aunts and 2 adoring grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to PA for Ken and Meagan's wedding open house. It was held at the Wiggin's club house which was stunning! I was privileged to be entrusted with the task of making the wedding cake. Oh I could go on and on about how I made rookie mistake after mistake... but in the end, I was able to hide all my decorating mistakes (well most :) and the taste was so good, it out weighted the visual flaws.  To my defense, it was my first attempt at a wedding cake. Thank you Meagan and Ken for the vote of confidence! Thank you Mom and Dad for funding my talent development! I've loved every experience I've had to learn and grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-3921989936392325168?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/3921989936392325168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=3921989936392325168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/3921989936392325168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/3921989936392325168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/10/pa-trip.html' title='PA trip'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-ARmjMTK4BzU/TtvUDJ6P9hI/AAAAAAAACYo/EMNBzbFwzsw/s72-c/061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-2049706217209492763</id><published>2011-10-08T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T11:52:22.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeneland Horse Race Track</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7KRdLRvIuQ/TtvMhTaNPpI/AAAAAAAACXQ/RAL1vrQ8_qQ/s1600/024.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7KRdLRvIuQ/TtvMhTaNPpI/AAAAAAAACXQ/RAL1vrQ8_qQ/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682360227375955602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were able to walk through the stables to watch the horses being washed and prepped before coming to the race track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VwCVVUrC8oo/TtvLqSoHOmI/AAAAAAAACXE/EH0fIGZKiEQ/s1600/027.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VwCVVUrC8oo/TtvLqSoHOmI/AAAAAAAACXE/EH0fIGZKiEQ/s320/027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682359282273040994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlyn kept asking when she could ride the horse so we had a few discussions about jockeys and how only jockeys can ride the race horses. I know, it's no fair. I've always dreamed of riding a race horse around the track!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFB_MTT3TQc/TtvLp082DDI/AAAAAAAACW0/A9ayqUULLV4/s1600/028.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFB_MTT3TQc/TtvLp082DDI/AAAAAAAACW0/A9ayqUULLV4/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682359274306931762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson loved watching the horses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OQJnS6z1DuM/TtvLpbVVGtI/AAAAAAAACWo/w4X_WvdUhFY/s1600/030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OQJnS6z1DuM/TtvLpbVVGtI/AAAAAAAACWo/w4X_WvdUhFY/s320/030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682359267430308562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The stands were beautiful and pristinely clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vp3T3f9V1JU/TtvLo5Xk-1I/AAAAAAAACWc/baEwCoL7Nkg/s1600/032.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vp3T3f9V1JU/TtvLo5Xk-1I/AAAAAAAACWc/baEwCoL7Nkg/s320/032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682359258312932178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were there before the 1pm race start to tour the facility and watch warm ups. You could tell by what people were wearing if they were there to tour (jeans) or there early for the race (picture "my fair lady"). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R27birozqmk/TtvLorak6oI/AAAAAAAACWQ/fPk8R496_38/s1600/038.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R27birozqmk/TtvLorak6oI/AAAAAAAACWQ/fPk8R496_38/s320/038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682359254567414402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny took these pictures especially for Grampy and Grandma Vibeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-2049706217209492763?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/2049706217209492763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=2049706217209492763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/2049706217209492763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/2049706217209492763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/10/keeneland-horse-race-track.html' title='Keeneland Horse Race Track'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-a7KRdLRvIuQ/TtvMhTaNPpI/AAAAAAAACXQ/RAL1vrQ8_qQ/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-4177814938923163469</id><published>2011-10-06T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T11:08:38.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Castle Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5k-exdsxXEA/TtvDYADz4XI/AAAAAAAACWA/o8O6k2PWPH0/s1600/013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5k-exdsxXEA/TtvDYADz4XI/AAAAAAAACWA/o8O6k2PWPH0/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682350171958272370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jacobson's Park is referred to in our home as the Castle Park. It is an all wooden fortress of play that is thrilling for the kids and stressful for me as 3 kids going in different directions can quickly hide out of my sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ve9BIertXmg/TtvDX89IQoI/AAAAAAAACV4/To7O2vHuPgY/s1600/015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ve9BIertXmg/TtvDX89IQoI/AAAAAAAACV4/To7O2vHuPgY/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682350171124941442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlyn's baby fine hair looks like this when she goes down enclosed slides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cq2Scuh4cKs/TtvC7s-bEOI/AAAAAAAACVo/SC8CJCrlt9Y/s1600/016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cq2Scuh4cKs/TtvC7s-bEOI/AAAAAAAACVo/SC8CJCrlt9Y/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682349685799063778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They love to feed the ducks and play in the sand pit together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJznO8jE7nE/TtvC6w1INPI/AAAAAAAACVc/ahVd2Q0AVgo/s1600/018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJznO8jE7nE/TtvC6w1INPI/AAAAAAAACVc/ahVd2Q0AVgo/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682349669653951730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two love to sit on the porch and wave good bye to anyone who was at our home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eOy3yVBKXkc/TtvC6ibIJtI/AAAAAAAACVQ/SqVop5Wx1fI/s1600/020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eOy3yVBKXkc/TtvC6ibIJtI/AAAAAAAACVQ/SqVop5Wx1fI/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682349665786799826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's quite fun to hear the dueling chorus of "bye, buh-bye, good bye, bye".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dyYehwZohw8/TtvC5jrNy1I/AAAAAAAACVE/i4Y7InQBUbc/s1600/021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dyYehwZohw8/TtvC5jrNy1I/AAAAAAAACVE/i4Y7InQBUbc/s320/021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682349648942844754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our luxurious 3 bedroom house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-01QYVWII-LE/TtvC5R2AC1I/AAAAAAAACU4/7ZyiMkroEWk/s1600/022.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-01QYVWII-LE/TtvC5R2AC1I/AAAAAAAACU4/7ZyiMkroEWk/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682349644156242770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random picture: I just can't figure out how these kids can squeeze into such small places AND have about 10 toys in there with them! How is that even comfortable to play in for extended amounts of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-4177814938923163469?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/4177814938923163469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=4177814938923163469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4177814938923163469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4177814938923163469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/10/castle-park.html' title='Castle Park'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-5k-exdsxXEA/TtvDYADz4XI/AAAAAAAACWA/o8O6k2PWPH0/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-6082307777448181039</id><published>2011-10-02T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T10:55:33.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carbo Loading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JHReoftyRew/TtvBDIFu2LI/AAAAAAAACUs/9w422WCY2do/s1600/004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JHReoftyRew/TtvBDIFu2LI/AAAAAAAACUs/9w422WCY2do/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682347614313306290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tASR8VPzw2Q/TtvBC6cyPrI/AAAAAAAACUg/bB6Gh-YylAo/s1600/003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tASR8VPzw2Q/TtvBC6cyPrI/AAAAAAAACUg/bB6Gh-YylAo/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682347610651901618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My kids LOVE bread, muffins, and rolls. When I bake banana or blueberry muffins, the batch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yields&lt;/span&gt; 18. Other than the 2 or 3 we leave for Danny, this amount is devoured in 1 day. Jackson has pulled chairs from the table into the kitchen to steal another muffin. When I wouldn't let him pull the chairs, Danny found him using the oven door as a ladder to climb up and swipe a muffin. Thank goodness the oven wasn't hot anymore when he did this. We love our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-6082307777448181039?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/6082307777448181039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=6082307777448181039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6082307777448181039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6082307777448181039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/10/carbo-loading.html' title='Carbo Loading'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-JHReoftyRew/TtvBDIFu2LI/AAAAAAAACUs/9w422WCY2do/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-8410508471237391181</id><published>2011-09-25T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T11:44:35.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos of Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nsWs02CR_z4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZEUYNN1pMnQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/H9mGpeCwWHI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cBiGNVtwX1E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-8410508471237391181?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/8410508471237391181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=8410508471237391181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/8410508471237391181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/8410508471237391181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/09/videos-of-jackson.html' title='Videos of Jackson'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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://img.youtube.com/vi/nsWs02CR_z4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-6493716653403564880</id><published>2011-09-22T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T11:28:19.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/unRYv9KPmHw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all the toys we have, they decided to create a fun game using the stroller as an obstacle course. Way to think outside the box kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-6493716653403564880?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/6493716653403564880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=6493716653403564880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6493716653403564880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6493716653403564880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/09/creative-play.html' title='Creative Play'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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://img.youtube.com/vi/unRYv9KPmHw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-132419140530832173</id><published>2011-09-15T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T11:21:22.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Ballet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrEZkC9Rt8g/Trxrsu6v-JI/AAAAAAAACT8/Cjh-r3i40e8/s1600/023.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrEZkC9Rt8g/Trxrsu6v-JI/AAAAAAAACT8/Cjh-r3i40e8/s320/023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673528046832842898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mC05q7Wn7dc/TrxrqoDgOpI/AAAAAAAACTw/StcLuduNjnw/s1600/020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mC05q7Wn7dc/TrxrqoDgOpI/AAAAAAAACTw/StcLuduNjnw/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673528010630773394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was so excited for her first day of Ballet class. She picked out her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;leotard&lt;/span&gt; and tutu first thing when she woke up. She danced around the house waiting to go to class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3D-GeHfKbew" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6EC8OXyLr8c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first day of class there was a substitute teacher who was gentle, soft spoken and taught class at a repetitive and slower pace. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; did really well following the teacher and participating albeit shyly participating, but moving in smaller movements nonetheless. The second day of class was a completely different story... the actual teacher is really fast moving in throwing out new moves and transitioning to another activity or move before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; figured out the previous one. She started to get overwhelmed and just stood there watching the other girls. Then on the third day of class, when her friend started crying, she joined in with crying and not wanting to dance. It has taken me from that day until TODAY (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nov&lt;/span&gt; 10) a total of almost 2 months to get to her feel comfortable and participate in the entire class. It took me sitting close to where she was dancing, video taping the routines for us to practice at home, playing ballet class at home to practice quick changes in dance moves, and putting on face glitter and nail polish to amp up in excitement to dance before she would fully participate again. I just hope it stays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IxGherF0Z_I/Trx35_xHu4I/AAAAAAAACUU/7CTCTxgEaYY/s320/030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673541468833692546" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YTq8bzP7zhk/Trx35j4WYZI/AAAAAAAACUI/8DTLWRNm2j4/s1600/029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YTq8bzP7zhk/Trx35j4WYZI/AAAAAAAACUI/8DTLWRNm2j4/s320/029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673541461347819922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll see if it continues next week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OoXQ9W2x5C4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(half way through the dance she looses her tape on the floor and searches to find it. When the camera goes crazy, Jackson runs and blindsides me to show me the balloon he was playing with.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/W480O7zcHtc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Ashlyn started to get nervous today during the few second break between activities, she would play with her tutu by pulling it up and down her torso. She would pull the tutu up under her armpits and turn to see if I saw her with a silly smile on her face. Hence the reason why her tutu is all jumbled up in this last video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-132419140530832173?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/132419140530832173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=132419140530832173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/132419140530832173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/132419140530832173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-day-of-ballet.html' title='First day of Ballet'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-vrEZkC9Rt8g/Trxrsu6v-JI/AAAAAAAACT8/Cjh-r3i40e8/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-2429762947437963764</id><published>2011-09-12T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T16:58:52.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbnRyc7ayHY/TrxjZXC-CMI/AAAAAAAACTk/qV-AJx1D2fg/s1600/011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbnRyc7ayHY/TrxjZXC-CMI/AAAAAAAACTk/qV-AJx1D2fg/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673518917914331330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlyn and Karley on their 1st day of Pioneer Preschool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I talked to some women in our new ward and found out that quite a few women wanted to participate in a Mommy and Me/Joy School type preschool program. So there are 10 kids (only 2 being boys) in Ashlyn's preschool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sCyhtkV7-24" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do a 30 minute mini preschool lesson daily with Ashlyn and Karley. I created an informal preschool assessment so I could chart progress. This was Ashlyn's results as of 9/13/11:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Questions about self correct: first name, birthday (incorrect middle, last name, age)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rote Counting last correctly sequenced number: 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One to One correlation counting: 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Identify alphabet letters: A, B, H,J,L,O,S,Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Identify Shapes:triangle, circle, heart, star, moon (incorrect square, rectangle, oval)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Identify Colors:red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink, white, brown (incorrect black, gray)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Spell name verbally: yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Spell name with cards: yes (which was one of the first times she has done this!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Write name with pen: A O U (o &amp;amp; u were attempts to write an S) then she became distracted and drew a snowman and bananas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Identify numbers: 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I then tested the entire preschool group per parents requests on 10/31/11 and she scored the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questions about self correct: first and last name, birthday (incorrect middle name, age)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rote Counting last correctly sequenced number: 14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One to One correlation counting: 14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Identify alphabet letters: all letters EXCEPT --&amp;gt; I,M,U&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Identify Shapes: square, rectangle, heart, star, moon (incorrect triangle, circle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Identify Colors:red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink, white, brown (incorrect black, gray)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spell name verbally: yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spell name with cards: ashYLn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Write name with pen: ASHYLN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Identify numbers: 1,2,3,4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As of today, she can count to 25 with some help with 14 and 16. She can identify 1-9 with some cues like 5=looks like an s, 6=circle with a hat, 7=upside down L, 8=glasses, 9=circle with a tail. She can verbally spell Ashlyn, Jackson, Mom, Dad, Papa, Stop, Go, Karley. This morning she wrote the 4 names in our family. She can say the letter when told the sound it makes to about half the alphabet. She can use scissors to cut paper circles, triangles, squares, rectangles, and hearts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She is learning so quickly. It's been fun to watch her figure things out and get so excited about it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/635251519347812500-2429762947437963764?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/2429762947437963764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=2429762947437963764&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/2429762947437963764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/2429762947437963764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-day-of-preschool.html' title='First day of Preschool'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-DbnRyc7ayHY/TrxjZXC-CMI/AAAAAAAACTk/qV-AJx1D2fg/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-6871881459003662275</id><published>2011-09-11T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T09:57:23.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Song Duet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;Today at church I had to opportunity to give a talk on "the importance of having continued faith in the aftermath of attacks such as 9/11" as part of the 10th anniversary in sacrament meeting. I thoroughly enjoy preparing talks even if my presentation is not the same caliber as my Dad. I'm working on it though.  :) It was sobering to think back and recall the memories of that day.  Yet, it feels like it happened ages ago in the distant past, but it has only been 10 years. As much as I'd love to write my thoughts, the two talks I pulled quotes from for my talk were Terror Triumph and A wedding Feast by Jeffery R Holland and The Times in Which we Live in by Gordon B Hinckley. Fabulous talks concerning 9/11. Below shows the second song that Jackson now joins in and sings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Uyxn6vzw2y0?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-6871881459003662275?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/6871881459003662275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=6871881459003662275&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6871881459003662275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6871881459003662275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/09/halloween-song-duet.html' title='Halloween Song Duet'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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://img.youtube.com/vi/Uyxn6vzw2y0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-1244051455989688937</id><published>2011-09-08T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T16:59:15.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Moment</title><content type='html'>So Ashlyn has had some difficulty the past few nights sleeping through the night. She would wake up to go to the bathroom, but still needs help to wipe, would wake us up because she was hungry wanting to eat, and wake us up to ask to sleep in our bed... then she would wake us up again at 6:30am because she was awake for the day. So last night, I talked to her during the bedtime routine about sleeping all night- if she wakes up and it's dark, she needs to stay in bed; if she's hungry, she'll just have to wait for breakfast; she's not allowed to sleep in our bed so don't ask; she's not allowed to come into our room in the morning until the sun comes up. I then ended the talk by saying, "if you sleep all night long, I'll give you a treat in the morning." I was thinking treat meant a fruit snack, marshmallows, and heaven forbid I actually let anyone know that I have chocolate milk hidden in the fridge and have to share. She looked at me and said, " oh! I want Cheerios (plain, not even honey nut!) to be my treat." Oh yes honey! You can have as many Cheerios as you want. I'm so tired from being woken up repeatedly, I would've agreed to brownies with chocolate sauce! (totally kidding) She definitely didn't know the leverage she had on me at that point. :) That was a proud moment for me as a nutrition-conscious parent. She didn't even think about marshmallows let alone ice cream or cookies. The hardest part about healthy nutrition is having your taste buds enjoy eating well, but if I can help her at a young age with that, I will be very pleased!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-1244051455989688937?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/1244051455989688937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=1244051455989688937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1244051455989688937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1244051455989688937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/09/proud-moment.html' title='Proud Moment'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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-635251519347812500.post-3076578052532511428</id><published>2011-09-07T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T09:27:44.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N2T7hNtK23M?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-3076578052532511428?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/3076578052532511428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=3076578052532511428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/3076578052532511428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/3076578052532511428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-feet.html' title='Happy Feet'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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://img.youtube.com/vi/N2T7hNtK23M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-2201963634260079424</id><published>2011-09-07T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T08:58:10.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>duck duck goose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WWPRGZP6qVs/Tn9OVye89DI/AAAAAAAACTE/NOk4fpwYn3U/s1600/056.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WWPRGZP6qVs/Tn9OVye89DI/AAAAAAAACTE/NOk4fpwYn3U/s320/056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656325793236448306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlyn and Karley have a ton of fun playing with each other. I worried that familiarity would result in more fights over toys, etc., but they continue to love being together. Ashlyn sometimes asks on Saturdays "when's Karley coming over to play?" or if she hears the doorbell from the mailman, she asks if her friends are here to play. It makes my heart smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X6pEi7qGjOY/Tn9OVqKQwbI/AAAAAAAACS8/iPGmfLI-PVw/s1600/049.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X6pEi7qGjOY/Tn9OVqKQwbI/AAAAAAAACS8/iPGmfLI-PVw/s320/049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656325791002182066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These girls needed a bath from getting soaked in the rain/mud, but they wanted to stay and play having fun pretending to dive under water to save the toys. Considering the water depth was only about 4 inches, it was quite funny to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t4v4obsCoj0?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jackson and Ashlyn love playing this game... however, they think that they should run circles every time goose is said instead of when goose is said to THEM! Oh well. Fun times!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-2201963634260079424?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/2201963634260079424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=2201963634260079424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/2201963634260079424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/2201963634260079424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/09/duck-duck-goose.html' title='duck duck goose'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-WWPRGZP6qVs/Tn9OVye89DI/AAAAAAAACTE/NOk4fpwYn3U/s72-c/056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-3658654620137762523</id><published>2011-09-06T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T10:21:17.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson at 15 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P8wKo9iFrKA/Tn9gRJf3XbI/AAAAAAAACTU/nq6ef9T_yyk/s320/018.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656345504724245938" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what I see when I hear "Tuh Duh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jSMkh5QXymE/Tn9gRAmEO9I/AAAAAAAACTc/oWxbGzJhRMQ/s1600/019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jSMkh5QXymE/Tn9gRAmEO9I/AAAAAAAACTc/oWxbGzJhRMQ/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656345502334335954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and he's always so proud of himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gNV7ouoSUe8/Tn9gQn0j9CI/AAAAAAAACTM/AYc5RYs0kmI/s1600/016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gNV7ouoSUe8/Tn9gQn0j9CI/AAAAAAAACTM/AYc5RYs0kmI/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656345495684248610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About everyday he pulls all the books off of this shelf and sits in the middle to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zlEIzltpPTk/TnvOH_IF3UI/AAAAAAAACPs/awdxWIwpqVM/s1600/030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zlEIzltpPTk/TnvOH_IF3UI/AAAAAAAACPs/awdxWIwpqVM/s320/030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655340393693568322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. He has 12 teeth and is currently teething two canines on the top.&lt;div&gt;2. He can go up stairs standing with a hand on the wall. He walks with one foot on the curb and one foot on the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He loves to jump and can sometimes get some air... and sometimes not fall too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.Spontaneously says: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tush (don't touch), mama, daddy, bye-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (bye dad), Jesus, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hewo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (hello), day do (thank you), boo, uh oh, tease (please or cheese), shoe, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (down), uh (up), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (go), uh duh you (I love you), two, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;des&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (yes), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;titi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tow (tickle toes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Imitates: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;datsuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Jackson), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), meets (mouth), mi (milk), papa, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;diapah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (diaper), bus, no (nose), a duh (all done)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Can Identify at least 15 pictures of animals. Identifies his hair, tummy, toes, ears, mouth. Sometimes he can identify eyes and nose on someone else, but not himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. He prefers gripping a crayon pinkie-side up and when I correct him, he quickly switches it back... so I have him lay on his stomach on the ground to plant his forearm on the ground forcing him to continue to grip the crayon thumb-side up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Has a great attention span focusing for an extended amount of time onlooking at picture books by himself, on me reading a narrative book to him, on library &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;story times&lt;/span&gt;, and on preschool circle time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ashlyn's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.When he walks by my bedroom and sees me lifting weights, he immediately drops what he's holding and comes over. He'll pick up his 1.5lbs weight and start doing curls, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;triceps&lt;/span&gt; lifts, and squats. I love it! However, after he finishes his reps with me,  he likes to sometimes throw the weight... a few close calls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. He loves to be outside and cries when the door opens and he isn't allowed to go out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Goes down straight slides on his bum and 1/3 of twisted slides on his back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.He feels that he should get a treat every time Ash does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. His favorite snacks are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Popsicles&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;, vanilla wafers, and goldfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.He can stack blocks mostly 3 high and a few times 4 blocks high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.When I brush his teeth, he likes to close the cap, he sits still if I sing the ABC"s while brushing, and pulls away randomly during the brushing in order to pretend spit to the side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16.His favorite song is "Old McDonald". He sings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;EIEIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and when I say "and on his farm he had a..." Jackson will yell out either "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;duk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, dog, horse".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.When I change his diaper, he says "don't touch" while grabbing himself because that's what I've said to him over and over. Then 2 weeks ago, he said "don't touch" on the playground to me when I held on to his chair and to a little boy at church trying to grab his toy horse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. He likes to climb up to stand on his toy car, his high chair, in the stroller while I'm jogging and on the dinner table and say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; duh!!" with his arms spread wide like a circus performer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. When you ask him a question, he likes to respond with a strong "uh Huh" emphasizing the second syllable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. If you try to talk to him and he doesn't know you, he'll stare you down. Around unfamiliar people he's VERY serious! Otherwise, he's quick to laugh and loves to have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. He loves to run, to chase others, and to be chased. Just say "I'm gonna get you!" and watch him tear off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. He loves to drink milk and wants it first thing when he wakes up in the morning. Oddly enough, he has a pattern of always pooping right after he drinks milk. At least he's predictable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23.When he's sick, he remains happy plus he has a habit of throwing up and falling asleep in it. Tuesday night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ran into my room at 8:30pm saying that Jackson threw up. It was a LOT of chunky throw up. I typically don't do well with throw up due to the smell, but luckily it smelled like bananas. Side note, I didn't think I'd ever want to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;smoothy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again. Anyway, Danny came home around 9:30pm and found Jackson asleep laying in his throw up. It was funny because I picked him up absolutely asleep and by the time I undressed him and lowered him into the bath water, he woke up, looked up at me with the biggest smile like "Hi Mom what are you doing here!". He played in the water having a grand ole time. He played on our bed climbing all over Danny having a grand ole time. Laughed like nothing was wrong and then dry heaved until bile came up. He threw up a total of 4 times with three rounds of changing sheets, bathtub time for J, and rocking him for 30 minutes to make sure he's okay. Finally at 2:30am we went to sleep for the night. Awesome. What a night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this kid!&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/635251519347812500-3658654620137762523?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/3658654620137762523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=3658654620137762523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/3658654620137762523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/3658654620137762523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/09/jackson-at-15-months.html' title='Jackson at 15 Months'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-P8wKo9iFrKA/Tn9gRJf3XbI/AAAAAAAACTU/nq6ef9T_yyk/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-3783822389295486187</id><published>2011-09-04T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:42:52.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen Dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CTkrJlsaz4I?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor J puts up with Ashlyn dressing him up... he's so cute! I'm glad our kitchen is big enough for Danny's computer station, my cooking area, and the kids dancing floor! I love our family time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-3783822389295486187?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/3783822389295486187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=3783822389295486187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/3783822389295486187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/3783822389295486187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/09/kitchen-dancing.html' title='Kitchen Dancing'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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://img.youtube.com/vi/CTkrJlsaz4I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-733623259866294886</id><published>2011-09-02T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:40:55.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a'tucky and loovuh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fPPRd5RMSu0?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These three play so well together. It's so fun to watch and listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-733623259866294886?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/733623259866294886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=733623259866294886&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/733623259866294886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/733623259866294886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/09/atucky-and-loovuh.html' title='a&apos;tucky and loovuh'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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://img.youtube.com/vi/fPPRd5RMSu0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-5925267334291217991</id><published>2011-08-30T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:38:32.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookin' and Singin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QprJ-aMb1R0?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what morning is like at our house.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-5925267334291217991?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/5925267334291217991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=5925267334291217991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5925267334291217991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5925267334291217991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/08/cookin-and-singin.html' title='Cookin&apos; and Singin&apos;'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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://img.youtube.com/vi/QprJ-aMb1R0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-5361123658942939021</id><published>2011-08-21T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T20:54:43.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humor in "Boo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8pukEDuP38M?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, when Ash said Boo I'd widen my eyes... which was what made Jackson laugh. But it taught Jackson to say Boo with good lip rounding! He's ready for Halloween.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-5361123658942939021?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/5361123658942939021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=5361123658942939021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5361123658942939021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5361123658942939021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/08/humor-in-boo.html' title='Humor in &quot;Boo&quot;'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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://img.youtube.com/vi/8pukEDuP38M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-1911042707709295469</id><published>2011-08-18T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T20:53:38.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balancing Trick</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FZ-7OMr7IYc?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time Jackson ever stood independent on my hands... Danny figured out that it was just because he was eating and wasn't aware that I took my feet away. :) He still doesn't stay up very long when he feels my leg supports back off. Ashlyn does best at staying up when she can focus, which is why we count to 5. Otherwise she wants to sit down pretty quickly too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-1911042707709295469?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/1911042707709295469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=1911042707709295469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1911042707709295469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1911042707709295469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/08/balancing-trick.html' title='Balancing Trick'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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://img.youtube.com/vi/FZ-7OMr7IYc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-5220671589685241384</id><published>2011-08-15T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T08:47:04.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day at UK -PhD</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qAKGpSkMVp8/Tn9LQjPNjnI/AAAAAAAACSU/Efq_VuS5WYc/s320/038.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656322404709666418" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah! Danny's first day at University of Kentucky. He's off to get a PhD in Public Administration and Policy. We're proud of you Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQVEwSpE0ZE/Tn9LQ4Q8fKI/AAAAAAAACSc/NSLHAJiZz-s/s1600/037.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQVEwSpE0ZE/Tn9LQ4Q8fKI/AAAAAAAACSc/NSLHAJiZz-s/s320/037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656322410354080930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The night before, we had a HUGE wind storm that knocked down a very large branch. The kids thought it was fun to break off sticks and beat the branch with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-5220671589685241384?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/5220671589685241384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=5220671589685241384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5220671589685241384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5220671589685241384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-at-uk-phd.html' title='First Day at UK -PhD'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-qAKGpSkMVp8/Tn9LQjPNjnI/AAAAAAAACSU/Efq_VuS5WYc/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-9104636684324300541</id><published>2011-08-04T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T19:44:02.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UR1YDTeiZ9A/TnlMMKYOCAI/AAAAAAAACPk/ACtfJI9p5xQ/s1600/025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UR1YDTeiZ9A/TnlMMKYOCAI/AAAAAAAACPk/ACtfJI9p5xQ/s320/025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654634578968446978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still don't know how he got this mark on his chin, but it made me laugh so hard. Nice Soul Patch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lmqxnoRg8O0/TnlML__pKsI/AAAAAAAACPc/cGXcBstTGOs/s1600/024.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lmqxnoRg8O0/TnlML__pKsI/AAAAAAAACPc/cGXcBstTGOs/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654634576181013186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlyn wanted a picture taken of her really badly, but Jackson was relentless in wanting to point to her ear saying, "eyes, eyes". Drove her nuts, but he was so excited to practice IDing parts of the face on Ash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m9k4i5UFmhA/TnlMKwvcObI/AAAAAAAACPM/fBfcRtL40Kg/s1600/018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m9k4i5UFmhA/TnlMKwvcObI/AAAAAAAACPM/fBfcRtL40Kg/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654634554906655154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two make mealtime very entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SlB86B3KmXc/TnlKmoTGjbI/AAAAAAAACO8/tkXRF4hGCIg/s1600/019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SlB86B3KmXc/TnlKmoTGjbI/AAAAAAAACO8/tkXRF4hGCIg/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654632834653392306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson has had a bad habit of  biting when he's mad (Ash took a toy or won't give him his desired toy)... well then Ashlyn started biting back. That's when I cracked down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CoonDP6tj1w/TnlKmDm35TI/AAAAAAAACO0/27ZLjyKH4Vo/s1600/017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CoonDP6tj1w/TnlKmDm35TI/AAAAAAAACO0/27ZLjyKH4Vo/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654632824804205874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My silly girl is such a pure hearted sweet girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-9104636684324300541?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/9104636684324300541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=9104636684324300541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/9104636684324300541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/9104636684324300541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-UR1YDTeiZ9A/TnlMMKYOCAI/AAAAAAAACPk/ACtfJI9p5xQ/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-1193277314192314616</id><published>2011-08-01T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T19:42:56.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm learning about KY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wuIP7v1W-gM/TmezlyqHCTI/AAAAAAAACN0/LRIq2iIGxrk/s1600/219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649681719394502962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wuIP7v1W-gM/TmezlyqHCTI/AAAAAAAACN0/LRIq2iIGxrk/s320/219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby J loves to imitate his big sis Ash. What a cute pair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OZw-iRyjB1w/TmezlaqED0I/AAAAAAAACNs/lEZLqWvQUCw/s1600/220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649681712951856962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OZw-iRyjB1w/TmezlaqED0I/AAAAAAAACNs/lEZLqWvQUCw/s320/220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lots of practice talking to Grandparents...&lt;br /&gt;(If you feel this comment doesn't apply to you, then give us a call!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NuQusSOIYn8/TmezlFr6R-I/AAAAAAAACNk/ZO4R-_E9WSo/s1600/225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649681707322460130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NuQusSOIYn8/TmezlFr6R-I/AAAAAAAACNk/ZO4R-_E9WSo/s320/225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We play hard here! Sometimes nap time needs to be around 11am because he can't hold off until noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I love KY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. The DMV is incredibly fast. I went to get a KY driver's license. I waited in line for 5 minutes. After the initial worker took my information, I was immediately called for my picture. I went to sit down and get Ashlyn her snack and book for the wait... and didn't even have time to open her snack before I was called up to get my finished license card. There were about 20 people in the licensing office but they were so fast it was as if they only focused on getting me in and out. I love how the DMV office has separate rooms for the various needs of the people... it's soooo much faster! In and out in less than 20 minutes; I'm one happy customer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Wherever you go, there is a good likelihood that you'll smell cigarette or pot smoke. We smell it in our front yard every morning thanks to our neighbors (I swear I smell it in our bathroom too... but that's under debate at the moment). It's a big thing here. I've never seen so many divers people young, old, poor, rich smoking before. I view it as "smoking is something uneducated people do (or old people who didn't have the facts about the negative side effects available in their youth) because they don't understand what it will do to their body. But it's still going strong here. It may be due to the fact that tobacco is the 2nd leading cash crop of KY. I don't know, but it bugs me. Yuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. I LOVE where we live. For me, it's a quite neighborhood, nice fenced in yards, sidewalks everywhere (well almost), and the nicest neighbors I've ever had! I love Kathy and Rodney! But whenever I tell anyone who lives here, I live off of Woodhill, they all respond with a shocked look like "really you chose to live there" and they basically tell me that I live in the ghetto by government housing; that you try to move out of that area not into it... but I feel just as safe here as I did living in Rancho Meadows apt in CA! It makes me giggle. They made this big deal about the park a block away from us is a drug dealing park... well, during the daytime (which is the ONLY time I'd ever be at a park) I've only seen people there once and they were a group of teens with an adult teacher preaching religion to them. So dangerous huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. As much as I enjoy our 3 bedroom 1 bath house with a deck and big back yard... it was well, there's going to be an entire post on it later. You'll just have to wait. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. The infrastructure of the roads is wonderful! It takes 15 minutes to get anywhere I'd want or need to go. Plus, even during a busy traffic time... well should be busy, but let's be honest, there was no hold up, or bottle neck traffic. It's wonderful! I don't look at the clock and think "oh I'll have to wait until traffic dies down to go on the highway." Bliss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6.We have an amazing ward! A.)They were so welcoming- numerous people greeted us the 1st Sunday we were there and because Danny had already been to the ward 3 weeks earlier, they new us by name. (and not just people in leadership too. I found that out recently as I'm figuring out who does what). B.)This ward has a TON of educated people (almost all the women have their B.A. with some having M.A. and a lot of men with PhD's) BUT the women stay home with their kids!!! Ding Ding Ding! This is the place for me! I finally fit in perfectly! Plus, these women have what I really, really wanted from CA... book club, aerobics group, mommy and me preschool, park day (well it's still being organized), and lots of socializing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Our first week at church was also the first week for Katy and Nathan... who graduated from BYU, and I remembered taking undergrad classes with Katy. She also lives close and we're exercise/walking buddies. Plus being visiting teaching partners... she is a blast to be with and I'm so grateful for her. I also found another woman in the ward who graduated from BYU and we lived in the same apt building- good ole Heather Cove! It's really been a ton of fun to feel so connected so quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Can I tell you how much I love the kindness, respect, and southern hospitality that is found everywhere here. From store workers that are soooo helpful to random people I approach for assistance, everyone is really kind. I also was called Ma'am for the first time and .LOVED.IT! I definitely want Jackson to learn to be a southern gentleman. I still need to learn what it means to be a southern belle... I'll let you know what I decide about Ashlyn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. The accent isn't strong here, but there is a distinct cadence that is fun to listen to. The only thing that is weird for me to hear is how people say "Louisville". The only way I can describe why it "bugs" me is you don't hear people talk normally and then bust into an Italian accent to say one word like "manicotti." Why do people here change the /u/ and /I/ vowel sounds in this one word to make the word sound VERY southern with a regional draw, but don't use that regional vowel pattern anywhere else in their speech? I don't speak with a German accent to say the city name East Berlin, PA. Why do they use a draw accent with Louisville but not when they change Versailles to sound like "ver-sales". At least people in New Orleans slur that city name together along with the rest of the words in the sentence! Be consistent! That's all I ask. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10.I never thought I had allergies until I moved here. My eyes burn most days, my nose is partially closed off and not with mucous but it still runs pretty much all the time, and I have sneezing fits which makes my throat itch like crazy. I've taken allergy pills, but it doesn't seem to have any effect. I'm still figuring it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11.While it's mostly nice and quiet now, when we first moved into our house the cicadas were SO extremely loud I could hear them over the lawn mower I was using! They gave me a headache if I was outside too long until I finally got used to them and learned to ignore their constant buzz. I mean WOW it was loud! Much louder than living by a busy 4 lane street in RC, CA! What's up with that! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/635251519347812500-1193277314192314616?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/1193277314192314616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=1193277314192314616&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1193277314192314616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1193277314192314616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-ive-learning-about-ky.html' title='What I&apos;m learning about KY'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-wuIP7v1W-gM/TmezlyqHCTI/AAAAAAAACN0/LRIq2iIGxrk/s72-c/219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-5571252485679648761</id><published>2011-07-19T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T19:07:30.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Fixer Uper House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nNxif-8yDEE/TnlGsKC9k_I/AAAAAAAACOs/GqfxIwGpm3k/s1600/044.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nNxif-8yDEE/TnlGsKC9k_I/AAAAAAAACOs/GqfxIwGpm3k/s320/044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654628531565335538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both our fans looked like this... wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MzPYCUx8d8k/TnlEeJY3EQI/AAAAAAAACOk/w6V4PoYo8XI/s1600/051.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySFK_SqGRGg/TnlDq16p4iI/AAAAAAAACOc/U3052bvrhu8/s320/050.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654625210447028770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I was out mowing the lawn, edging around the house and fence, hacking down the hedge that had grown over on our side of the fence, and pulling up vines for 2 hours and my legs became this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MzPYCUx8d8k/TnlEeJY3EQI/AAAAAAAACOk/w6V4PoYo8XI/s320/051.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654626091847323906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was in so much pain for 5 days. The itching would wake me up it hurt so bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tzK6mk6GRoo/TnlDqVseI5I/AAAAAAAACOU/CZpEdqz9zt0/s1600/206.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tzK6mk6GRoo/TnlDqVseI5I/AAAAAAAACOU/CZpEdqz9zt0/s320/206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654625201797604242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Aqhtmd-f2Q/TnlDpwVkC2I/AAAAAAAACOM/L2saZRd-PtU/s1600/199.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Aqhtmd-f2Q/TnlDpwVkC2I/AAAAAAAACOM/L2saZRd-PtU/s320/199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654625191769410402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tFo0IifSprY/TnlDpXPL1MI/AAAAAAAACOE/DLPuMKHNJLQ/s1600/198.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tFo0IifSprY/TnlDpXPL1MI/AAAAAAAACOE/DLPuMKHNJLQ/s320/198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654625185031771330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CdG7IIW1oa0/TnlDpPzV_6I/AAAAAAAACN8/qX-mMfeMWb0/s1600/197.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CdG7IIW1oa0/TnlDpPzV_6I/AAAAAAAACN8/qX-mMfeMWb0/s320/197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654625183035948962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love our new place, don't get me wrong. Danny did an excellent job finding this place for the right price, 3 bedrooms, a fenced back yard, quiet neighborhood, and good location with only 4 days to secure it before coming to Utah for the wedding. But why is it that I am always scrubbing the place I leave, just to scrub the place I'm moving into. This is my 5th place in 5 years with the same pattern of 2 major cleanings as part of comings and goings. It's so frustrating to arrive and see the above dirt in all the windows, mirrors, counters, tub, fans, kitchen drawers... to then have issues with mice in the kitchen, ants in the bathroom, lots of flies coming in from outside, mosquito's in the front and back yards, poison ivy in the hedges, and a snake that darted out at me while mowing the yard...  I've had enough with nature! We set sticky traps, baited traps, and used sonar pulsars... and could not catch our ninja mice. It was very frustrating having to vacuum, wipe everything in the kitchen down, have all the dishes cleaned and put away, and have all the kitchen items in 4 draws in plastic tubs to keep the draws emptied/cloroxed every night.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-5571252485679648761?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/5571252485679648761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=5571252485679648761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5571252485679648761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5571252485679648761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-fixer-uper-house.html' title='Our Fixer Uper House'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-nNxif-8yDEE/TnlGsKC9k_I/AAAAAAAACOs/GqfxIwGpm3k/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-8477651212053575420</id><published>2011-07-19T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T11:03:21.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenido a Kentucky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gCE-CU1BEv8/TmevW0ahLII/AAAAAAAACNc/1Tga5GFNjUg/s1600/200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649677064121429122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gCE-CU1BEv8/TmevW0ahLII/AAAAAAAACNc/1Tga5GFNjUg/s320/200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We arrived during an incredibly hot heat wave. The humidity was so "heavy", we had a hard time going outside of our house the first week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B-VBuc6Co4k/TmevWWzRURI/AAAAAAAACNU/GWfLZ_98GsI/s1600/203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649677056172183826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B-VBuc6Co4k/TmevWWzRURI/AAAAAAAACNU/GWfLZ_98GsI/s320/203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we did go outside... we walked a block to a park. Played for about 20 minutes until we were red faced and soaking wet with sweat and came home for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Popsicles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2gCHgA7kM7A/Tmeu0brj8CI/AAAAAAAACNM/QoLNYpYy8D8/s1600/205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649676473366474786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2gCHgA7kM7A/Tmeu0brj8CI/AAAAAAAACNM/QoLNYpYy8D8/s320/205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson's on an eating kick where he likes everything... so much so, that he'll lick the plate when he really approves and wants more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-svVoCem-82k/Tmeuzzeiw9I/AAAAAAAACNE/K_jXPHILVc8/s1600/208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649676462574453714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-svVoCem-82k/Tmeuzzeiw9I/AAAAAAAACNE/K_jXPHILVc8/s320/208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So out of all the furniture that was dismantled in order to fit in the pods, this office chair was the only item to have the screws lost. So we used it like this for the first month. The kids thoroughly enjoyed it and I liked having a place to have them sit and wait until I could get what they were wanting. (instead of them walking around and hanging on my legs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-39YLVs4Vkt0/TmeuzeUBBoI/AAAAAAAACM8/MJeCnQRpxDo/s1600/210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649676456893154946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-39YLVs4Vkt0/TmeuzeUBBoI/AAAAAAAACM8/MJeCnQRpxDo/s320/210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These funny kids found many ways to entertain themselves inside day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TsdU757owGA/TmeuzN3Hr-I/AAAAAAAACM0/4uFxGfOmPr4/s1600/212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649676452476989410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TsdU757owGA/TmeuzN3Hr-I/AAAAAAAACM0/4uFxGfOmPr4/s320/212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the ideas they came up with were a bit silly... but still entertaining!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They enjoy putting random things on their head and singing "a silly hat, a silly hat, I wear it on my head because that's where it's at and it makes me feel so happy that it's ME!" By the way, this was the shirt she was wearing and I was trying to take off of her for bedtime. She obviously had other plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oRV0Uod3nl8/Tmeuy8I1CwI/AAAAAAAACMs/_zytxysqR6w/s1600/213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649676447719426818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oRV0Uod3nl8/Tmeuy8I1CwI/AAAAAAAACMs/_zytxysqR6w/s320/213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have had this cuddle bag for 5 years and finally opened it. The kids love their reading bag, jumping bag, climbing bag... Did I mention it was really hot here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-8477651212053575420?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/8477651212053575420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=8477651212053575420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/8477651212053575420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/8477651212053575420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/07/bienvenido-kentucky.html' title='Bienvenido a Kentucky!'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-gCE-CU1BEv8/TmevW0ahLII/AAAAAAAACNc/1Tga5GFNjUg/s72-c/200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-247023894685785652</id><published>2011-07-13T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T10:43:05.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck E Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iI_HoXXkH1U/Tmertsrj1LI/AAAAAAAACMU/IhmRQecG2pI/s1600/177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649673059135902898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iI_HoXXkH1U/Tmertsrj1LI/AAAAAAAACMU/IhmRQecG2pI/s320/177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fearless J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vtdNjsdLWak/TmertGz_yTI/AAAAAAAACMM/DKmQ3lAP4w4/s1600/179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649673048970742066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vtdNjsdLWak/TmertGz_yTI/AAAAAAAACMM/DKmQ3lAP4w4/s320/179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Clown Car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MeiZJfu6shw/TmersrKiiNI/AAAAAAAACME/IB2OumiWnaU/s1600/180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649673041549101266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MeiZJfu6shw/TmersrKiiNI/AAAAAAAACME/IB2OumiWnaU/s320/180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Gma for a fun trip for the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvMgiSz6_u8/TmersPfNLDI/AAAAAAAACL8/_VQ6ZY1vahM/s1600/187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649673034119588914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvMgiSz6_u8/TmersPfNLDI/AAAAAAAACL8/_VQ6ZY1vahM/s320/187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because when the kids are happy, we're happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...even if Jackson was terrified of the gigantic mouse.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649674083033264418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-um6el8Djq2w/TmespS_tsSI/AAAAAAAACMc/TKuRyOwIBf8/s320/193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And when the kids are happy from being worn out... they sleep like a rock!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was changing his clothes, and it didn't phase him one bit.&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/635251519347812500-247023894685785652?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/247023894685785652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=247023894685785652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/247023894685785652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/247023894685785652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/07/chuck-e-cheese.html' title='Chuck E Cheese'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-iI_HoXXkH1U/Tmertsrj1LI/AAAAAAAACMU/IhmRQecG2pI/s72-c/177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-4345246618781999472</id><published>2011-07-11T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T10:33:01.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography by Ashlyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N5mHqU2QAkE/TmeqWoGPCRI/AAAAAAAACL0/6p5lnuwwSV0/s1600/166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649671563256989970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N5mHqU2QAkE/TmeqWoGPCRI/AAAAAAAACL0/6p5lnuwwSV0/s320/166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; good morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKdCNNxHUvg/TmeqWLeNI5I/AAAAAAAACLs/rIjrSqfy3p4/s1600/167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649671555572900754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKdCNNxHUvg/TmeqWLeNI5I/AAAAAAAACLs/rIjrSqfy3p4/s320/167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; someone didn't want a morning picture... or was caught smelling their armpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jA_R7FpuQ38/TmeqVxM8WXI/AAAAAAAACLk/S-O1ZyrAJus/s1600/168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649671548521175410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jA_R7FpuQ38/TmeqVxM8WXI/AAAAAAAACLk/S-O1ZyrAJus/s320/168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At least one of us was in good spirits first thing in the morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Grandma!&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/635251519347812500-4345246618781999472?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/4345246618781999472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=4345246618781999472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4345246618781999472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4345246618781999472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/07/photography-by-ashlyn.html' title='Photography by Ashlyn'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-N5mHqU2QAkE/TmeqWoGPCRI/AAAAAAAACL0/6p5lnuwwSV0/s72-c/166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-3465238310621919170</id><published>2011-07-07T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T10:33:43.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WdfWWtgr1tY/Tmen09m-WoI/AAAAAAAACLc/2JaN2oWSouw/s1600/152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649668785892645506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WdfWWtgr1tY/Tmen09m-WoI/AAAAAAAACLc/2JaN2oWSouw/s320/152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're going to Utah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qtq2x4oUoqE/Tmen0YzEwuI/AAAAAAAACLU/g7TkCIG4HPA/s1600/153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649668776011285218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qtq2x4oUoqE/Tmen0YzEwuI/AAAAAAAACLU/g7TkCIG4HPA/s320/153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashlyn is a very active sleeper... so sleeping NEXT TO the bed became sleeping UNDER the bed. Well partially. It was enough to get her stuck. Needless to say, she was quite frantic when she woke up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wuRjhl7gYc4/Tmenz5ot5eI/AAAAAAAACLM/RthFeVVkwEI/s1600/157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649668767646344674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wuRjhl7gYc4/Tmenz5ot5eI/AAAAAAAACLM/RthFeVVkwEI/s320/157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks DeeDee for hearing her muffled yelps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZTGA51RTv0/TmenHFIhYuI/AAAAAAAACLE/MeIrr9wjO0g/s1600/155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649667997638419170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZTGA51RTv0/TmenHFIhYuI/AAAAAAAACLE/MeIrr9wjO0g/s320/155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ride on cowboy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FNogjysulT0/TmenGo5IOdI/AAAAAAAACK8/5a4uaKq4YYc/s1600/159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649667990057662930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FNogjysulT0/TmenGo5IOdI/AAAAAAAACK8/5a4uaKq4YYc/s320/159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Relaxin' with Gpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-svBcAV1Wlv0/TmenGMNwUfI/AAAAAAAACK0/IBmg71hJcQY/s1600/163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649667982359548402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-svBcAV1Wlv0/TmenGMNwUfI/AAAAAAAACK0/IBmg71hJcQY/s320/163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Three little ones watching the lawn mowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B8F-lDufQ3s/TmenF8R9GoI/AAAAAAAACKs/5_CKxciMb2E/s1600/174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649667978082196098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B8F-lDufQ3s/TmenF8R9GoI/AAAAAAAACKs/5_CKxciMb2E/s320/174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4-wheeler ride up the mountain! So fun! Brings back so many fun memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Uncle Russell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UNon5RlYvrE/TmenFfZHnbI/AAAAAAAACKk/CIW4qJy5eM0/s1600/175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649667970327616946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UNon5RlYvrE/TmenFfZHnbI/AAAAAAAACKk/CIW4qJy5eM0/s320/175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even in park, this machine is loads of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-3465238310621919170?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/3465238310621919170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=3465238310621919170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/3465238310621919170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/3465238310621919170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/09/manti.html' title='Manti'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-WdfWWtgr1tY/Tmen09m-WoI/AAAAAAAACLc/2JaN2oWSouw/s72-c/152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-3277280075902467758</id><published>2011-07-06T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T10:12:24.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocoa Beach and NASA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQYq2a5K8RI/TmelOPIf8kI/AAAAAAAACKc/iSX_Vkl-CL4/s1600/139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649665921558508098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQYq2a5K8RI/TmelOPIf8kI/AAAAAAAACKc/iSX_Vkl-CL4/s320/139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; J thought it was so fun to fling muddy sand all over himself... and anyone nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hlCa7ZxJbUI/TmelN-IjLqI/AAAAAAAACKU/NuyQFQS1vto/s1600/146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649665916995317410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hlCa7ZxJbUI/TmelN-IjLqI/AAAAAAAACKU/NuyQFQS1vto/s320/146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papa took Ash into deeper water to play in the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2dY2tlUo6A/TmelNYMuJ8I/AAAAAAAACKM/-B3fZFi1Xzk/s1600/148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649665906812266434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2dY2tlUo6A/TmelNYMuJ8I/AAAAAAAACKM/-B3fZFi1Xzk/s320/148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These cute kids had so much fun. It was a great beach day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qjYNPb6rqvk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qjYNPb6rqvk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&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/635251519347812500-3277280075902467758?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/3277280075902467758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=3277280075902467758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/3277280075902467758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/3277280075902467758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/07/cocoa-beach-and-nasa.html' title='Cocoa Beach and NASA'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-fQYq2a5K8RI/TmelOPIf8kI/AAAAAAAACKc/iSX_Vkl-CL4/s72-c/139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-6120114521887619469</id><published>2011-07-05T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T17:58:03.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Kingdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_ytxOiB9w4/TlQ9tAPVy7I/AAAAAAAACH0/0sN--_uCXsw/s1600/112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644204076369824690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_ytxOiB9w4/TlQ9tAPVy7I/AAAAAAAACH0/0sN--_uCXsw/s320/112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We tried to keep Jackson in the stroller so we didn't have to carry him... but decided that his lack on interest in the animals because his line of sight was with items like park lamps wasn't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rup9jLhl-CM/TlQ9sQZtdFI/AAAAAAAACHs/GCvZ-BbSg1A/s1600/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644204063528416338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rup9jLhl-CM/TlQ9sQZtdFI/AAAAAAAACHs/GCvZ-BbSg1A/s320/113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Safari ride was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L90MXHDdg1U/TlQ9sMdh0JI/AAAAAAAACHk/eNfHKnkSbGg/s1600/114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644204062470688914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L90MXHDdg1U/TlQ9sMdh0JI/AAAAAAAACHk/eNfHKnkSbGg/s320/114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson enjoyed the bumpy ride so much... he fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdjCjvbpwsA/TlQ9rnMPHrI/AAAAAAAACHc/N5smZfkVUMY/s1600/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644204052466048690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdjCjvbpwsA/TlQ9rnMPHrI/AAAAAAAACHc/N5smZfkVUMY/s320/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nap time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6FdE1AKiEg/TlQ9rJYi9YI/AAAAAAAACHU/tU5QdfjCrIQ/s1600/124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644204044464616834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6FdE1AKiEg/TlQ9rJYi9YI/AAAAAAAACHU/tU5QdfjCrIQ/s320/124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two had such a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZFNACsE_44/TlQ5-tenBtI/AAAAAAAACHM/v65RYwInv6c/s1600/125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644199982524729042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZFNACsE_44/TlQ5-tenBtI/AAAAAAAACHM/v65RYwInv6c/s320/125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice air conditioning break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BcPDiSHconI/TlQ5-LVzloI/AAAAAAAACHE/N61K1e4N_kE/s1600/126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644199973360998018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BcPDiSHconI/TlQ5-LVzloI/AAAAAAAACHE/N61K1e4N_kE/s320/126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson was fascinated with Rafiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnKgAsmSfPI/TlQ59YxVtHI/AAAAAAAACG8/VIgIR5x-lIg/s1600/134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644199959786271858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnKgAsmSfPI/TlQ59YxVtHI/AAAAAAAACG8/VIgIR5x-lIg/s320/134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashlyn continuing being brave with animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVaXmoukbNU/TlQ59PEvJuI/AAAAAAAACG0/FLqJbx9ok8M/s1600/135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644199957183276770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVaXmoukbNU/TlQ59PEvJuI/AAAAAAAACG0/FLqJbx9ok8M/s320/135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson staring down the others that thought they could touch his goat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KIh6TKOhnCM/TlQ58dksHWI/AAAAAAAACGs/8TOtzRNeyWQ/s1600/137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644199943895522658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KIh6TKOhnCM/TlQ58dksHWI/AAAAAAAACGs/8TOtzRNeyWQ/s320/137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the result of Ashlyn not wanting to walk anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-6120114521887619469?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/6120114521887619469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=6120114521887619469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6120114521887619469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6120114521887619469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/08/animal-kingdom.html' title='Animal Kingdom'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-n_ytxOiB9w4/TlQ9tAPVy7I/AAAAAAAACH0/0sN--_uCXsw/s72-c/112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-8660084882046170271</id><published>2011-07-05T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T17:57:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independent Swimmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IIuP8N0InTs?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the two week RC rec swimming lessons, Ashlyn's been progressing a lot! She has a lot more confidence to swim solo with longer lengths and increased repetitions of lengths. With all the opportunities to practice, her swimming skills have flourished this summer! Very exciting! Jackson's benefited from watching Ashlyn. He's comfortable on his stomach with minimal support moving his arms paddling and legs kicking... sometimes at the same time! :) He can blow bubbles in the water and can go underwater without crying, though it's still not his favorite thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-8660084882046170271?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/8660084882046170271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=8660084882046170271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/8660084882046170271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/8660084882046170271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/07/independent-swimmer.html' title='Independent Swimmer'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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://img.youtube.com/vi/IIuP8N0InTs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-5536023383003341074</id><published>2011-07-04T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T17:56:55.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July in FL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t_v8LET5BWA/Tk1fpHBmifI/AAAAAAAACGk/Wl8I7IcsTiI/s1600/099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642271068030142962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t_v8LET5BWA/Tk1fpHBmifI/AAAAAAAACGk/Wl8I7IcsTiI/s320/099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tom's title as a lizard whisperer continues to be well deserved. I caught this lizard and was showing Ashlyn when it jumped out of his hands. He thought it went under his shoe, but then he lost the lizard. When Tom stood up, the lizard was hiding on his pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zsprDH6ubmk/Tk1fod5ROoI/AAAAAAAACGc/II7QPCIkDUg/s1600/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642271056989338242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zsprDH6ubmk/Tk1fod5ROoI/AAAAAAAACGc/II7QPCIkDUg/s320/102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It stayed on Ashlyn's arm for a bit. Ashlyn enjoyed it quite a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oIWyyT8Kq0/Tk1dopMg8BI/AAAAAAAACGU/HONCwxzkPZA/s1600/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642268860999594002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oIWyyT8Kq0/Tk1dopMg8BI/AAAAAAAACGU/HONCwxzkPZA/s320/103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then Danny pretended to go in to kiss the lizard, which made it jump onto Ashlyn's shirt. She stared like this for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ySgVQkRihP8/Tk1doHNWewI/AAAAAAAACGM/9jP1t8_j0R4/s1600/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642268851876297474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ySgVQkRihP8/Tk1doHNWewI/AAAAAAAACGM/9jP1t8_j0R4/s320/105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danny went in for another kiss... but Ashlyn pushed his head away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--0g5XHp_qLc/Tk1dngyZn9I/AAAAAAAACGE/HwqTddAC8sA/s1600/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642268841562709970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--0g5XHp_qLc/Tk1dngyZn9I/AAAAAAAACGE/HwqTddAC8sA/s320/106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashlyn with her temporary pet lizard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3b-NEqVSZvE/Tk1dnA1E8dI/AAAAAAAACF8/BB_mM1WPXbQ/s1600/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642268832984003026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3b-NEqVSZvE/Tk1dnA1E8dI/AAAAAAAACF8/BB_mM1WPXbQ/s320/109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ate, watched fireworks, attempted to have the kids play with sparklers, but Ashlyn was the only one really into it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LWN-X38OVjk/Tk1dmX62mfI/AAAAAAAACF0/UEbrPsjdOHY/s1600/110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642268822002375154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LWN-X38OVjk/Tk1dmX62mfI/AAAAAAAACF0/UEbrPsjdOHY/s320/110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and Jackson wanted to singe off his eye brows by holding it too close. So the activity was short lived. We made it through 10 sparklers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As nice and relaxing as this Independence Day was, missing the Provo Parade and first Carrie Underwood and now Brad Paisley at the Stadium of Fire... I have my desired plans in mind for July 2012! With the country singers motif going on, oh please be Taylor Swift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-5536023383003341074?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/5536023383003341074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=5536023383003341074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5536023383003341074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5536023383003341074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/08/4th-of-july-in-fl.html' title='4th of July in FL'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-t_v8LET5BWA/Tk1fpHBmifI/AAAAAAAACGk/Wl8I7IcsTiI/s72-c/099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-5661705799992030080</id><published>2011-07-03T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T19:58:54.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FL Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qpgmCWuFOR8/Tk1cr5ceUpI/AAAAAAAACFs/GIaf7P7FzIc/s1600/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642267817389478546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qpgmCWuFOR8/Tk1cr5ceUpI/AAAAAAAACFs/GIaf7P7FzIc/s320/090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we learned what "corn hole" is. The kids enjoyed playing their own version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids did very well sitting/standing still during the wedding... probably because Ashlyn had a lot to look at around the church and Jackson was asleep for most of the time. Then we drove to another church for the reception (where this picture was taken). Luckily the Armstrong extended family is VERY kid friendly and no one minded the kids roaming everywhere. At least no one seemed annoyed and were very kind! Ashlyn danced by the buffet line until she found out about the disco ball and ceiling lights twirling on the dance floor. Then continued her dancing at this new venue. Next, she discovered the buckets of soda with ice water. While she liked to reach her hand in or dip her toes, I thought I needed to worry about Jackson at this point. I didn't foresee Ashlyn walking backwards and falling into the bucket of ice water... with no change of clothes or panties, Danny and I took her outside to wring her clothes out. Yes, anyone driving in front of the church would've seen a 3-year-old in her panties running around playing corn hole while I tried to get her dress as dry as possible. She toughed it out and went back inside to continue dancing without complaint for the rest of the reception. Jackson enjoyed putting the thin bubble tube favors into the glass soda bottles. It was a cute game until he would find a bottle that was still in use... numerous close calls. With 4 kids and no one leaving the reception covered with sticky soda, I'd call it a successful evening! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congrats Nicole!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-5661705799992030080?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/5661705799992030080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=5661705799992030080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5661705799992030080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5661705799992030080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/07/fl-wedding.html' title='FL Wedding'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-qpgmCWuFOR8/Tk1cr5ceUpI/AAAAAAAACFs/GIaf7P7FzIc/s72-c/090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-1176174907907979679</id><published>2011-07-03T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T19:48:23.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida's Gator land</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SMfj7lI44qE/Tk1cPMzNNFI/AAAAAAAACFk/fB6ByMhiqqg/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642267324368893010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SMfj7lI44qE/Tk1cPMzNNFI/AAAAAAAACFk/fB6ByMhiqqg/s320/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good morning kids! We're in Florida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FowbBIjtHs/Tk1cO12-9dI/AAAAAAAACFc/EfWCMY7SQQs/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642267318210721234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FowbBIjtHs/Tk1cO12-9dI/AAAAAAAACFc/EfWCMY7SQQs/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With all the pictures being taken at the Armstrong family gatherings because of Nicole's wedding celebrations, Jackson started making this funny "cheese" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zjhzCsg3w2g/Tk1cOGOO7JI/AAAAAAAACFU/Ou5jKaVL31I/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642267305423334546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zjhzCsg3w2g/Tk1cOGOO7JI/AAAAAAAACFU/Ou5jKaVL31I/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The morning of the wedding, we took a trip to Gator Land. Ashlyn fed a Galapagos Turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c67yFKj-U1E/Tk1cNrrS9vI/AAAAAAAACFM/U0N4Gj45xt4/s1600/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642267298297476850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c67yFKj-U1E/Tk1cNrrS9vI/AAAAAAAACFM/U0N4Gj45xt4/s320/076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And eventually touched his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BmE9UlOJVFE/Tk1ahsz6zjI/AAAAAAAACFE/HfS5HirFoLI/s1600/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642265443176205874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BmE9UlOJVFE/Tk1ahsz6zjI/AAAAAAAACFE/HfS5HirFoLI/s320/077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As soon as Jackson got inside the gate, he immediately went up to the turtle to pat the turtle's shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X-IcpkHxFkA/Tk1ag5yVyyI/AAAAAAAACE8/UfHuiMDK3Vc/s1600/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642265429479377698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X-IcpkHxFkA/Tk1ag5yVyyI/AAAAAAAACE8/UfHuiMDK3Vc/s320/080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashlyn really enjoyed feeding the birds in the enclosure. These two birds were fighting over the food on the stick and the fight would lead them up and down our arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LSdE02db8p0/Tk1af6VWmlI/AAAAAAAACEs/9WgNg-1sSqg/s1600/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642265412446362194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LSdE02db8p0/Tk1af6VWmlI/AAAAAAAACEs/9WgNg-1sSqg/s320/086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then the highlight of the day... after a alligator wrangling show, we had the opportunity to sit on a gator for a picture. I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642265420291923714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLLoD3nK4ZY/Tk1agXj4XwI/AAAAAAAACE0/eeHZOFhiANA/s320/081.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Then it was Ashlyn's turn. She walked up to the alligator just fine, but didn't want to sit on it. Go figure, right. I lifted her into a straddle of the gator (this picture). Then the man asked me to scoot her forward and put her feet in front of the gator's legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FcnOgpecaVY/Tk1afSskv6I/AAAAAAAACEk/l3kSXnxL70M/s1600/DSC_1272%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642265401806340002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FcnOgpecaVY/Tk1afSskv6I/AAAAAAAACEk/l3kSXnxL70M/s320/DSC_1272%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is her on the gator. I'm pretty sure she's looking at me thinking, "What am I doing on a gator! Mom what are you thinking?" Yes, I know... but I'm so proud of how brave she is! If she would've said no, I would've had no problem walking away without forcing the issue. When she went, I was thrilled to support. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-1176174907907979679?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/1176174907907979679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=1176174907907979679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1176174907907979679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1176174907907979679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/07/floridas-gator-land.html' title='Florida&apos;s Gator land'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-SMfj7lI44qE/Tk1cPMzNNFI/AAAAAAAACFk/fB6ByMhiqqg/s72-c/063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-8918623894309247473</id><published>2011-06-27T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T18:42:25.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye CA, hello FL... UT, and KY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-12g1ZcEWap0/Tk1TJes-5FI/AAAAAAAACEc/6Q3ybFMtV2g/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642257330490762322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-12g1ZcEWap0/Tk1TJes-5FI/AAAAAAAACEc/6Q3ybFMtV2g/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dear, wonderful, AWESOME Aunt Elaine flew down to my aid Sunday night June 26th before Danny left to start driving to Kentucky the 27th. She took the kids for 3 days so I could focus on packing the entire house so we could pack into the moving pods on June 29th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*side note-Danny didn't leave (for various reasons-work, outlets, packing his boxes) until about 10pm the 27th. When he was passing through Daycreek Rd (about half mile from home) our Tahoe was hit from behind by a bonehead. What a way to start a journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vB9BtVpS8hY/Tk1S0-m2gaI/AAAAAAAACEU/ynXLm2HohC8/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642256978277728674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vB9BtVpS8hY/Tk1S0-m2gaI/AAAAAAAACEU/ynXLm2HohC8/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't thank the Highland Ward enough for all of their help. I think there were about 6 men helping move furniture and boxes and there were 5 women to help me clean the entire house top to bottom. My friend Michelle's husband Chad and my father-in-law Wes were incredible to make all of our belongings fit into two pods... they looked like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7DEcWkwu-_A/Tk1S0Tn7jGI/AAAAAAAACEM/JTGeuxjkqDM/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642256966739528802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7DEcWkwu-_A/Tk1S0Tn7jGI/AAAAAAAACEM/JTGeuxjkqDM/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A special heart felt thanks for Deena and Tommy for staying with me from start to finish during the 4 hour pod packing/cleaning ordeal being the first there and the last to go. They were willing to help with everything and could understand my incoherent strings of tasks as I was losing my mind. They took so much burden off of me, which was at this point too much for me to handle. Then to arrive at Tom's house (where we were staying during the move transition) to find Aunt Elaine's dinner ready for me and the kids asleep. Bliss! Then to have Tommy come over to bring me a bouquet of Tulips, my favorite flower! What a wonderful end to a difficult day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MbvIIf5Zjc8/Tk1SztDC-OI/AAAAAAAACEE/MNaqpvyzP2M/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642256956384278754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MbvIIf5Zjc8/Tk1SztDC-OI/AAAAAAAACEE/MNaqpvyzP2M/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids spend our last day in CA with Grandma Deena and Aunt Court. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drove my Aunt Elaine to LAX the morning of the 30th so she could make it home for work- THANK YOU SO MUCH for staying an additional day! The kids loved being with you, and I loved being able to focus on the tasks at hand knowing that the kids are eating, sleeping, and having fun playing! You are spectacular to my aid for two moves in 6 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z37DBYW3dN0/Tk1SzJDkrII/AAAAAAAACD8/SmgGfIXbbrY/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642256946722811010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z37DBYW3dN0/Tk1SzJDkrII/AAAAAAAACD8/SmgGfIXbbrY/s320/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids and I said our good byes and drove to Marriott at LAX to spend the night before our morning flight to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_xVrCdaLXE/Tk1SyVqMlmI/AAAAAAAACD0/Ja9ldHk6Kww/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642256932926166626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_xVrCdaLXE/Tk1SyVqMlmI/AAAAAAAACD0/Ja9ldHk6Kww/s320/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-8918623894309247473?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/8918623894309247473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=8918623894309247473&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/8918623894309247473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/8918623894309247473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/06/bye-ca-hello-fl-ut-and-ky.html' title='Bye CA, hello FL... UT, and KY'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-12g1ZcEWap0/Tk1TJes-5FI/AAAAAAAACEc/6Q3ybFMtV2g/s72-c/047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-9217446726052042649</id><published>2011-06-23T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T20:55:08.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash's Hike with Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621629242385827698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LTEljE_ioYo/TgQKAuNbB3I/AAAAAAAACA0/EPCgR2zpQaM/s320/snake.jpg" border="0" /&gt; About a month ago, Tom took Ashlyn on an outing. They went on a hike where they found this gopher snake. Ashlyn loved "holding" this snake and even more recently, when she sees Papa, she asks to see pictures of her snake on his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621629243467041266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wm2uV3F7W4w/TgQKAyPNCfI/AAAAAAAACA8/mYqlXgNDVY8/s320/wide%2Bsmall%2Bsnake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It looks huge on her wrist, until you pan out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then they went to the train tracks and watched two pennies get flattened on the rails. I've actually always wanted to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At home later that day while I was making dinner, we had the following conversation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:"I need to go wet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:"Okay go to the bathroom"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:" No, I need to go wet on the grass"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:"no we don't do that"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:"yes I do."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:"Did you go wet on the grass on your hike with Papa?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: "yes I did!" with a big smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: "Did you use toilet paper?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: "no, I shake it off like this *crouched down,stuck out her bum, and shook it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: "well, we're having bathtub time tonight!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson learned: Next time pack tissues with the water bottles and snacks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loved it, and I'm so grateful for all the time she has been able to spend with Grandma, Papa Wes, and Papa Tom!&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/635251519347812500-9217446726052042649?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/9217446726052042649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=9217446726052042649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/9217446726052042649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/9217446726052042649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/06/ashs-hike-with-papa.html' title='Ash&apos;s Hike with Papa'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-LTEljE_ioYo/TgQKAuNbB3I/AAAAAAAACA0/EPCgR2zpQaM/s72-c/snake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-6719325452336285401</id><published>2011-06-21T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T18:06:42.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_aRMoHwb30/Tk1RcFIGLCI/AAAAAAAACDs/__hSh5m_Be8/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642255451019422754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_aRMoHwb30/Tk1RcFIGLCI/AAAAAAAACDs/__hSh5m_Be8/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy belated Birthday's Ashlyn and Jackson! Jackson shamelessly stared at anyone wearing Mickey ears on their head. He couldn't even focus to take a picture because he just had to continue staring at the Mickey ears. So funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qUoaqFS2Jq4/Tk1RbgmHSqI/AAAAAAAACDk/GmhL5LR7HHI/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642255441213213346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qUoaqFS2Jq4/Tk1RbgmHSqI/AAAAAAAACDk/GmhL5LR7HHI/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I liked this picture of Jackson looking at his Daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny story- On the way into the park, I talked to Ashlyn about not running away or leaving us. She needed to stay with us close by and if she wanted to look at something interesting, she just needed to tell us and we'd take her to go see what she wanted to see. While we were walking to Toontown 10 minutes later, she started lagging 5 feet behind us and while running to catch up exclaimed, "Mom I'm going to be lost!" I knew right then I wouldn't have to worry about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICIfjVj3x-E/Tk1P2UlgM0I/AAAAAAAACDU/hAblj5lzY0E/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642253702822638402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICIfjVj3x-E/Tk1P2UlgM0I/AAAAAAAACDU/hAblj5lzY0E/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She appeared to be scared of these princesses leaning away from them, not wanting to approach them, refusing to talk to them... but this is actually Ashlyn's favorite picture she asks to look at even though she doesn't look happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lCi13euyNkc/Tk1P17JPjhI/AAAAAAAACDM/_a1323AwhDg/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642253695993220626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lCi13euyNkc/Tk1P17JPjhI/AAAAAAAACDM/_a1323AwhDg/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I felt bad, Ashlyn really wanted to see Cinderella, but we didn't get through the line fast enough to make it down to the next level in time. It took about 1 hour to get through this line... I don't want to do it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AcGlttS4Cd4/Tk1P1Yyu-QI/AAAAAAAACDE/xiYDEydsdEc/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642253686772005122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AcGlttS4Cd4/Tk1P1Yyu-QI/AAAAAAAACDE/xiYDEydsdEc/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how Ashlyn looked at just about every ride. So anxious and so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zibmsj5tSCI/Tk1P01ZQSHI/AAAAAAAACC8/tfJLxJANj_s/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642253677269895282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zibmsj5tSCI/Tk1P01ZQSHI/AAAAAAAACC8/tfJLxJANj_s/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the first ride of the day and Ashlyn was thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1NFjBpN_zY/Tk1P0cqZAfI/AAAAAAAACC0/yEe9c24G_9I/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642253670630883826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1NFjBpN_zY/Tk1P0cqZAfI/AAAAAAAACC0/yEe9c24G_9I/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson took a good 1.5 hour nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-laI6R14eIZI/Tk1OxFEtrVI/AAAAAAAACCs/RV4UGb6Wuxs/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642252513247604050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-laI6R14eIZI/Tk1OxFEtrVI/AAAAAAAACCs/RV4UGb6Wuxs/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two characters did an incredible job keeping in character and being absolutely hilarious! The mad hatter played peek-a-boo with Ashlyn while maintaining his frontal lisp and warbling pitch variations within words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5MvYCwwdHQ/Tk1OwZMwuUI/AAAAAAAACCk/A2d8Lpq_xsg/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642252501470198082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5MvYCwwdHQ/Tk1OwZMwuUI/AAAAAAAACCk/A2d8Lpq_xsg/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson was sooo close to being tall enough to ride Autotopia. Merely 1.5-2 inches short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NloQC8YjWn0/Tk1OvkUOnZI/AAAAAAAACCc/D_jKsOQlmjU/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642252487274438034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NloQC8YjWn0/Tk1OvkUOnZI/AAAAAAAACCc/D_jKsOQlmjU/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But because of Jackson's inability to ride the ride, Ashlyn got to ride twice back to back with Tommy and then me. She didn't get the point that she was stearing... it was like we were playing bumper cars with only our car and the rail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6cA7vIbxCQ/Tk1OvBDR6rI/AAAAAAAACCU/eCxYokDIDio/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642252477808110258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6cA7vIbxCQ/Tk1OvBDR6rI/AAAAAAAACCU/eCxYokDIDio/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashlyn loved to raise her hands on every ride and wanted those sitting beside her to raise their hands as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ChYLoKxU34/Tk1OuvkS4nI/AAAAAAAACCM/u0HUX82O8Kc/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642252473114747506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ChYLoKxU34/Tk1OuvkS4nI/AAAAAAAACCM/u0HUX82O8Kc/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the beginning of Thunder Mountain Railroad. Her first official fast roller coaster or at least her reaction made it seem this way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is starting the ride all excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ByQqHlFW17A/Tk1NaKgo5zI/AAAAAAAACCE/UmzH4TQwjL0/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642251020058289970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ByQqHlFW17A/Tk1NaKgo5zI/AAAAAAAACCE/UmzH4TQwjL0/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is starting into the tunnel still going up two hands raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-81T7sYfRuGc/Tk1NZ8pCXGI/AAAAAAAACB8/eAT41X5K5q4/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642251016335416418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-81T7sYfRuGc/Tk1NZ8pCXGI/AAAAAAAACB8/eAT41X5K5q4/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is starting the fast downhill fall... as you can see she is snuggled into Tommy's chest for safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AMxN7dM-PT8/Tk1NZNP2BlI/AAAAAAAACB0/6Lr1uuutL34/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642251003613283922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AMxN7dM-PT8/Tk1NZNP2BlI/AAAAAAAACB0/6Lr1uuutL34/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next climb she raised one arm while holding onto the rail with the other. When we got off I asked her if she wanted to go again. She replied, "No. That one's too scary." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UHX2hR2ExSw/Tk1NYqfaCtI/AAAAAAAACBs/2G7w9tqQH5w/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642250994283317970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UHX2hR2ExSw/Tk1NYqfaCtI/AAAAAAAACBs/2G7w9tqQH5w/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Papa for an awesome birthday trip! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids and adults loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYKCy9eoRnw/Tk1NYDbyrtI/AAAAAAAACBk/FTVEBZqa4rY/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642250983799172818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYKCy9eoRnw/Tk1NYDbyrtI/AAAAAAAACBk/FTVEBZqa4rY/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Disneyland Happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-6719325452336285401?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/6719325452336285401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=6719325452336285401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6719325452336285401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6719325452336285401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/06/disneyland-birthdays.html' title='Disneyland Birthdays'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-u_aRMoHwb30/Tk1RcFIGLCI/AAAAAAAACDs/__hSh5m_Be8/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-4475028969754172212</id><published>2011-06-14T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T17:35:57.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ER trip for Jackson</title><content type='html'>My poor little man. So at this point 10am, his red spots were HUGE and starting to bruise. When his feet turned purple and puffy, I called the substitute pediatrician, as Dr. Jain was out of town. She told me to take him to the ER for blood work because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Roseola&lt;/span&gt; shouldn't be the size of a half dollar and should not bruise. After the nurse weighing and medical history stuff, as we were walking to the ER room, the doctor stopped us in the hall and asked if he was on medication. I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;amoxicillin&lt;/span&gt; and he turned to his coworkers (titles unknown) and told them Jackson was having an allergic reaction. The doctor and nurses came in with steroid and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;benadryl&lt;/span&gt; medicine droppers. The doctor asked me to give the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;benadryl&lt;/span&gt; to Jackson. I thought speed was the concern and thus some missed his mouth and dribbled down his cheek. She looked so disappointed and exasperated at me as she said, "It was really important that he gets all of this medicine." Um, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;opps&lt;/span&gt;. You could have told me BEFORE. Then the nurse came in and wanted to give the steroid dropper to Jackson himself. So he had me hold Jackson tight against me laying down as he pinched Jackson's cheeks to force his mouth open. As he finished, he told me I needed to calm him down quickly or Jackson may throw up. As I raised Jackson to a sitting position a second later, Jackson threw up all over himself, my leg, and my cupping hand. The two nurses just watched me without helping. I looked up and said, "a little help here." When they didn't move, I let the throw up in my hand drop to the tile floor and grabbed the cloth on the bed to start wiping off more throw up... onto the floor. I felt so rude, but no one was responding! I was very frustrated at this point knowing that he had just thrown up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;benadryl&lt;/span&gt; and was forced while screaming to take medicine that causes puking if you're not relaxed... and I didn't pack a change of clothes so he is now naked in a cold hospital room. Awesome. They came and gave him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;benadryl&lt;/span&gt; and steroid shots. He fell asleep, but 20 minutes later they had me wake him up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tylenol&lt;/span&gt; because of his temperature and heart rate. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; was bored out of his mind this whole time wanting to play with all of the cords and equipment hanging all over the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mj2XKl4PSdg/Tk1KPENrAuI/AAAAAAAACBU/zRaMPZyaLM0/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642247530854679266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mj2XKl4PSdg/Tk1KPENrAuI/AAAAAAAACBU/zRaMPZyaLM0/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642247541279150866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VaciKqZqKq0/Tk1KPrDD0xI/AAAAAAAACBc/3S3r153Ec4g/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We were discharged with instructions to give him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;benadryl&lt;/span&gt; 3 times a day and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;steroids&lt;/span&gt; 1 time a day. This second picture shows how he looked about 12 hours later. He took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;benadryl&lt;/span&gt; fine but needed goldfish to be willing to take the steroids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now he is labeled as allergic to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;penicillin&lt;/span&gt; and we need to test to see if he is actually allergic when he's older. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-4475028969754172212?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/4475028969754172212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=4475028969754172212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4475028969754172212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4475028969754172212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/06/er-trip-for-jackson.html' title='ER trip for Jackson'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-mj2XKl4PSdg/Tk1KPENrAuI/AAAAAAAACBU/zRaMPZyaLM0/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-6372306794321920468</id><published>2011-06-13T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T20:19:26.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes for Aunt Dee Dee</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SdlkhhsFNZ4?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SdlkhhsFNZ4?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yBIkbNYkSFM?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yBIkbNYkSFM?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-6372306794321920468?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/6372306794321920468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=6372306794321920468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6372306794321920468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6372306794321920468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/06/birthday-wishes-for-aunt-dee-dee.html' title='Birthday Wishes for Aunt Dee Dee'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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-635251519347812500.post-7806216009355461348</id><published>2011-06-13T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T20:19:15.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roseola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sn46uOqtltY/TfbyDrz7oKI/AAAAAAAACAs/uMs9lGgeHuU/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617943730305343650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sn46uOqtltY/TfbyDrz7oKI/AAAAAAAACAs/uMs9lGgeHuU/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday Afternoon #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-golcU-AfWmo/TfbyDGFiJuI/AAAAAAAACAk/tr991TEKR5M/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617943720178624226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-golcU-AfWmo/TfbyDGFiJuI/AAAAAAAACAk/tr991TEKR5M/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; view #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nNPcwtbcuoI/TfbyCiywGFI/AAAAAAAACAc/07uSC8XncqA/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617943710704605266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nNPcwtbcuoI/TfbyCiywGFI/AAAAAAAACAc/07uSC8XncqA/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday night #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0y7kbE2_-X4/TfbxqAlk9wI/AAAAAAAACAU/J_OmgPLyXiY/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617943289205683970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0y7kbE2_-X4/TfbxqAlk9wI/AAAAAAAACAU/J_OmgPLyXiY/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; view #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkJsGNMox_A/TfbxpTwQulI/AAAAAAAACAM/_yHtwW7gL6U/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617943277170899538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkJsGNMox_A/TfbxpTwQulI/AAAAAAAACAM/_yHtwW7gL6U/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monday, June 13th afternoon #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cWgWf8ow8c0/Tfbxo3uABzI/AAAAAAAACAE/ahO0Fs7ir1U/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617943269645223730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cWgWf8ow8c0/Tfbxo3uABzI/AAAAAAAACAE/ahO0Fs7ir1U/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; view #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A8BSvPCvE5o/TfbxofK5DdI/AAAAAAAAB_8/ErMqcCyB8iQ/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617943263055515090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A8BSvPCvE5o/TfbxofK5DdI/AAAAAAAAB_8/ErMqcCyB8iQ/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monday night #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQsdIJkAlEo/TfbxmhPvXBI/AAAAAAAAB_0/ojl1adUcElY/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617943229252983826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQsdIJkAlEo/TfbxmhPvXBI/AAAAAAAAB_0/ojl1adUcElY/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; view #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of his red spots are bruising. He's swollen, ichy, and his feet are so puffy that they turn purple-if you touch them when purple, he cries. But other than that, he's still smiling. Poor guy. He's such a trooper.&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/635251519347812500-7806216009355461348?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/7806216009355461348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=7806216009355461348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/7806216009355461348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/7806216009355461348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/06/roseola.html' title='Roseola'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-sn46uOqtltY/TfbyDrz7oKI/AAAAAAAACAs/uMs9lGgeHuU/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-7722187890009777472</id><published>2011-06-06T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T20:38:44.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua_I4G3mDvs/TfbwsqEjMpI/AAAAAAAAB_s/E9LYVX2ZTyI/s1600/143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617942235189555858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua_I4G3mDvs/TfbwsqEjMpI/AAAAAAAAB_s/E9LYVX2ZTyI/s320/143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Sunday, June 5th, Jackson started a fever that spiked at 102 degrees. After his morning nap with a spike at 103.6 degrees (on his birthday, the 6th), I took him to the doctor's office. Due to the large tonsils and possible sinus infection, amoxicillin was prescribed. We went home for his afternoon nap and at 4pm when I went to wake up Ashlyn for swimming lessons; I found him laying sprawled on his stomach, beat red, eyes wide open but not looking at me, and completely still like he couldn't move. I hurried and picked up my lethargic little boy and took his temperature... at this point I pretty much had a panic attack when it read 105 degrees. Danny hurried and filled the amoxicillin. By Wednesday, his fever was down at 100.2 and gone by that night. Poor guy. What a 1st birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Side note: Because of the fever I cancelled his one year check up. So we just had the appointment today the 23rd. His stats are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;height- 32 inches= 95th percentile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weight- 25 lbs 3 oz= 90th percentile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's teething all four of his 1 year molars and needs to take a sample dose of amoxicillin in 6 months to confirm his allergy. He still signs "more, all done, please." He says "mama/bom-bom when he's really mad, dada, do (go), bee (beep), uh oh, me (amen), " and imitates "ah duh (all done), puh puh (up), dow (down), muh (more), ow (meow), oh oh (woof), ah ah (qwack), ah-oo (a-choo), h-h (hot). When you tell him time to wash your hands, he'll stick his hands out like you're going to cuff him. He still points a ton to select what he wants to eat from his plate or a nearby plate, to indicate that he wants to be taken out of his room when you pick him up from his crib, or to indicate to me that Ashlyn has the toy he wants (This one is the best! I love that he signs please, then points to the toy while looking at me instead of at Ashlyn because he knows the results will be better when I assist). He has full body tackled Ashlyn and still screams in moments of impatience. He eats anything- at home or at restaurants but refused to eat mashed "baby foods". It's quite nice. He drinks milk from a bottle and water from his sippy... and if you mix that up, he will likely only drink a little bit and then refuse to drink more. When he's done eating, he doesn't like anything left on his tray... so he'll throw it over the side. Most of the time I notice the first throw and take his food away, have him sign all done, and wash hands. If I don't, then I look over to see a content little boy quietly sitting there with an empty tray and food scattered all around below his high chair. He doesn't like his food on a plate; if you serve him a plate, he will almost immediately pick up the plate, dump it's contents onto his high chair tray, and eat one handed while holding the plate up in the air to the side of his tray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-7722187890009777472?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/7722187890009777472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=7722187890009777472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/7722187890009777472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/7722187890009777472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-1st-birthday-jackson.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday Jackson'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-Ua_I4G3mDvs/TfbwsqEjMpI/AAAAAAAAB_s/E9LYVX2ZTyI/s72-c/143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-4905009704194047757</id><published>2011-06-04T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T21:06:55.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash and J's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DDIDBjiHiek/TfbwHadC7VI/AAAAAAAAB_k/gr6s4zKu1Vw/s1600/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617941595342171474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DDIDBjiHiek/TfbwHadC7VI/AAAAAAAAB_k/gr6s4zKu1Vw/s320/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Deena arrived 30 minutes before the party was to begin, I wasn't ready... at all! Needless to say, I was a wreck and nothing was decorated. She came to my rescue and like a whirl wind threw everything together! Thank you a ton!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fe-v-8zI5RU/Tfbvu4bo9AI/AAAAAAAAB_c/enyrCxz4BcE/s1600/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617941173892609026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fe-v-8zI5RU/Tfbvu4bo9AI/AAAAAAAAB_c/enyrCxz4BcE/s320/086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; was so excited for her party. She loved to come to me and exclaim, "It's my party time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q58QyhejlXI/TfbvuiewRrI/AAAAAAAAB_U/n79H3t1r6P8/s1600/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617941168000091826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q58QyhejlXI/TfbvuiewRrI/AAAAAAAAB_U/n79H3t1r6P8/s320/087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a luau theme. All the kids liked their leis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side story: The other day Papa asked her how old she was, and she said three. Then he asked her how old Jackson was, and she said one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped in and asked her how old I was, and she said three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked her how old Daddy was, and she said one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even at three years of age, she can already tell that girls are more mature than boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yA-U3-yeiCk/TfbvuIXdjQI/AAAAAAAAB_M/TPKFd_UwKcQ/s1600/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617941160990182658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yA-U3-yeiCk/TfbvuIXdjQI/AAAAAAAAB_M/TPKFd_UwKcQ/s320/088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson loves the pool toys! He was thrilled to play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2qx4_v1xtU/Tfbvt9XFT1I/AAAAAAAAB_E/r01u-n_IqI0/s1600/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617941158035803986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2qx4_v1xtU/Tfbvt9XFT1I/AAAAAAAAB_E/r01u-n_IqI0/s320/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little fearless birthday swimmer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side story: In her swimming class, she worked on blowing bubbles in the water, putting her face in the water, going completely underwater, back floats, front floats, jumping into the pool to me, and kicking off the side of the pool and then swimming 6 feet to me. Almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we go in the pool she reminds me, "I can't go underwater." and I correct her, "yes you can. You mean you don't like to go underwater?" and she responds, "yeah. I don't want to go underwater."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8cNI1WMj0NM/TfbvtoSPWjI/AAAAAAAAB-8/AtN1BSJucmI/s1600/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617941152378346034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8cNI1WMj0NM/TfbvtoSPWjI/AAAAAAAAB-8/AtN1BSJucmI/s320/092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was getting so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;miffed&lt;/span&gt; at me not letting him get in the pool... sorry kid! Safety first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-erOPmUooxpc/Tfbu2rB6w8I/AAAAAAAAB-0/P4iW3Hj4c90/s1600/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617940208222389186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-erOPmUooxpc/Tfbu2rB6w8I/AAAAAAAAB-0/P4iW3Hj4c90/s320/095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's be honest. I wasn't nearly as strict about waiting until he was one to eat certain foods like wheat bread, cheese, strawberries, crackers, and a few others I can't remember right now. But he had never had goldfish until the party... and WOW did he LOVE them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X8fUszmUF8Y/Tfbu2aOKbdI/AAAAAAAAB-s/wMF0h4Z8GTw/s1600/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617940203710344658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X8fUszmUF8Y/Tfbu2aOKbdI/AAAAAAAAB-s/wMF0h4Z8GTw/s320/096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the kids loved this little pool because it had warm water in it. Happy Birthday's you two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8PjkIrak1SY/Tfbu1972WfI/AAAAAAAAB-k/nXuNigzLxRg/s1600/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617940196117338610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8PjkIrak1SY/Tfbu1972WfI/AAAAAAAAB-k/nXuNigzLxRg/s320/098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ash hanging out with Hannah and Olivia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some pool time, I tried to have the kids play some party games... It was an epic FAIL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Game #1-musical towels. In summation, the kids went out basically youngest to oldest with each child crying when they got "out". I was so sad that I made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; cry at her party! I'm such a horrible Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Game #2- Monkey toss. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; played the first round, but wouldn't throw the monkeys in the second round. She just stood there so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Game #3- Wacky Tourist Relay. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; would even approach the other kids to play the game and stood by Danny to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Game #4- Limbo. This one was supposed to be for the parents... but none of the parents wanted to participate. So it was a free for all with kids running into each other going back and forth under the bamboo stick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fail, Fail, Fail, and oh yeah, FAIL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VqbuWp8ZJds/Tfbu1XmrB-I/AAAAAAAAB-c/kX-kAVEIX6c/s1600/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617940185827968994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VqbuWp8ZJds/Tfbu1XmrB-I/AAAAAAAAB-c/kX-kAVEIX6c/s320/102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the kids at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YEKZFu7pm9s/Tfbu00OKMUI/AAAAAAAAB-U/b8zBL2oq4Ro/s1600/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617940176329912642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YEKZFu7pm9s/Tfbu00OKMUI/AAAAAAAAB-U/b8zBL2oq4Ro/s320/105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opening Presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5k8UfO83LE/TfbuHFP540I/AAAAAAAAB-M/ktF51_hkzTU/s1600/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617939390626652994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5k8UfO83LE/TfbuHFP540I/AAAAAAAAB-M/ktF51_hkzTU/s320/115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; opened her presents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-plLNX05_8/TfbuGw8cq3I/AAAAAAAAB-E/ZdTUZXiuIbo/s1600/118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617939385176337266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-plLNX05_8/TfbuGw8cq3I/AAAAAAAAB-E/ZdTUZXiuIbo/s320/118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... and Jackson's too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ref--8eruUA/TfbuGUfnA1I/AAAAAAAAB98/hTG_vh-DDu8/s1600/127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617939377539187538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ref--8eruUA/TfbuGUfnA1I/AAAAAAAAB98/hTG_vh-DDu8/s320/127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But it was easy to see which gift was meant for Ash or J... Cinderella, skirts, princess camera,ballet slippers? Definitely for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt;! Firetruck, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tonka&lt;/span&gt; trucks, red corvette, motorcycle, helicopter, train? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hummmm&lt;/span&gt;, I wonder. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PvjvzgSNdio/TfbuGMH_ggI/AAAAAAAAB90/-QuncUgVSgs/s1600/132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617939375292645890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PvjvzgSNdio/TfbuGMH_ggI/AAAAAAAAB90/-QuncUgVSgs/s320/132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were more gift bags versus wrapping paper, which made it hard for me to tell if the present had been opened or just tipped over. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; gets so excited that she tears through everything leaving quite a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWzUt-HTass/TfbuF4-ag0I/AAAAAAAAB9s/A6PS9rhSGa4/s1600/141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617939370152198978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWzUt-HTass/TfbuF4-ag0I/AAAAAAAAB9s/A6PS9rhSGa4/s320/141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackson's best buddy Austin was at the party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides the games and the fact that in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;madness&lt;/span&gt; I forgot to even use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;balloons&lt;/span&gt; or ice cream I bought, it was a fun party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-4905009704194047757?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/4905009704194047757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=4905009704194047757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4905009704194047757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4905009704194047757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/06/ash-and-js-birthday-party.html' title='Ash and J&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-DDIDBjiHiek/TfbwHadC7VI/AAAAAAAAB_k/gr6s4zKu1Vw/s72-c/085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-6486644730350143155</id><published>2011-06-04T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:46:11.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The luau cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GSh39dOK_Co/Tfbs5xEHZhI/AAAAAAAAB9k/H_b5RXqAKdY/s1600/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617938062358570514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GSh39dOK_Co/Tfbs5xEHZhI/AAAAAAAAB9k/H_b5RXqAKdY/s320/081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't find a surfer, a hula girl... anything but this swimmer with a swimming cap on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IcsPvU9MW8c/Tfbs5EKdyCI/AAAAAAAAB9c/9Qr08MqE9QU/s1600/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617938050305607714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IcsPvU9MW8c/Tfbs5EKdyCI/AAAAAAAAB9c/9Qr08MqE9QU/s320/082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But I think it turned out great... even if the beach towel looked like a piece of cheese! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3xvrF5-Zcdo/Tfbs41lzWjI/AAAAAAAAB9U/_3NcUvfcAMw/s1600/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617938046393735730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3xvrF5-Zcdo/Tfbs41lzWjI/AAAAAAAAB9U/_3NcUvfcAMw/s320/083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; while making this cake I realized that I LOVE Pirouettes! They are absolutely delicious! I also found out that if you put them on the night before, they will soak up the moisture from the frosting and lose their crunch by party time. Nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0SQ3x1tP7so/Tfbs4bb3W4I/AAAAAAAAB9M/PbTcNdffSjI/s1600/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617938039372733314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0SQ3x1tP7so/Tfbs4bb3W4I/AAAAAAAAB9M/PbTcNdffSjI/s320/084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashlyn loved her cake! That made all the frustrations and hours worth it! She even looked for it in the cupboard (where I was storing it before the party) that night after her party and a week later wanting to see it again. She didn't get to see it being cut up as she was opening presents. :)&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/635251519347812500-6486644730350143155?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/6486644730350143155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=6486644730350143155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6486644730350143155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6486644730350143155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/06/luau-cake.html' title='The luau cake'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-GSh39dOK_Co/Tfbs5xEHZhI/AAAAAAAAB9k/H_b5RXqAKdY/s72-c/081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-4268975858123695316</id><published>2011-06-03T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:38:04.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Day with Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-86fs07Fcipk/Tfbr5cgAsrI/AAAAAAAAB9E/rscbv_l4xzU/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617936957326799538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-86fs07Fcipk/Tfbr5cgAsrI/AAAAAAAAB9E/rscbv_l4xzU/s320/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; loved running towards and away from the waves. If she was holding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; hand, then she'd let the water crash up to her knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ulW8COBCzg4/Tfbr41pbjCI/AAAAAAAAB88/8aFPEvb8cGc/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617936946897325090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ulW8COBCzg4/Tfbr41pbjCI/AAAAAAAAB88/8aFPEvb8cGc/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We packed a picnic and ate at the beach. Other than me dropping my bunch of grapes in the sand, it was a great idea! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jetZBuqGzBw/Tfbr4lm-CjI/AAAAAAAAB80/4L2A8kid1yA/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617936942592035378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jetZBuqGzBw/Tfbr4lm-CjI/AAAAAAAAB80/4L2A8kid1yA/s320/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids loved playing in the sand and at the water's edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XfTrK6dqOy4/TfbraC9FGQI/AAAAAAAAB8s/cygVfMkl0BQ/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617936417893456130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XfTrK6dqOy4/TfbraC9FGQI/AAAAAAAAB8s/cygVfMkl0BQ/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The guys spent the entire time building a masterful sand castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617936416195508626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cHEk-L39nIk/TfbrZ8oQeZI/AAAAAAAAB8k/skrByboxhd4/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The kids helped a little where they could... but I think the guys preferred them NOT helping.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617935418264603362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oOAl3JgxtTs/Tfbqf3C_SuI/AAAAAAAAB78/a5E80i1aT1Y/s320/074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dave was the most detailed with his work. I'm surprised none of the kids knocked down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;multifaceted&lt;/span&gt; sections of the castle. A miracle!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHfmXSf17vc/TfbrZQThghI/AAAAAAAAB8c/0kn_tp2hZB0/s1600/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617936404297384466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHfmXSf17vc/TfbrZQThghI/AAAAAAAAB8c/0kn_tp2hZB0/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loved to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C7j2vx-WWNw/TfbrZCa0aaI/AAAAAAAAB8U/ehr7Np0rtDY/s1600/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617936400569887138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C7j2vx-WWNw/TfbrZCa0aaI/AAAAAAAAB8U/ehr7Np0rtDY/s320/069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loved to point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W7xaJmMhdN4/TfbrY3oUUXI/AAAAAAAAB8M/JgnV6TQqQzo/s1600/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617936397673714034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W7xaJmMhdN4/TfbrY3oUUXI/AAAAAAAAB8M/JgnV6TQqQzo/s320/070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was quite content the entire time... besides the time when I tried to leave him by Danny and the castle so I could run in the waves with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tZgTr3nZYrE/TfbqgIns-WI/AAAAAAAAB8E/s0ytBG6FyQM/s1600/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617935422981994850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tZgTr3nZYrE/TfbqgIns-WI/AAAAAAAAB8E/s0ytBG6FyQM/s320/073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy times together with friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jf7ba-lCNJ0/TfbqftECLJI/AAAAAAAAB70/ZYFumgIyPRQ/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617935415584631954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jf7ba-lCNJ0/TfbqftECLJI/AAAAAAAAB70/ZYFumgIyPRQ/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...but every child has their limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d4zKbC2OjAA/TfbqfOt8T-I/AAAAAAAAB7s/MamwXkAfOKg/s1600/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617935407438909410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d4zKbC2OjAA/TfbqfOt8T-I/AAAAAAAAB7s/MamwXkAfOKg/s320/077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...and some kids hit their limit a bit harder than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tf3YCxDqFIY/TfbqewpzgAI/AAAAAAAAB7k/Zpi5HqJuNC4/s1600/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617935399368491010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tf3YCxDqFIY/TfbqewpzgAI/AAAAAAAAB7k/Zpi5HqJuNC4/s320/080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm really glad we got to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-4268975858123695316?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/4268975858123695316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=4268975858123695316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4268975858123695316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4268975858123695316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/06/beach-day-with-friends.html' title='Beach Day with Friends'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-86fs07Fcipk/Tfbr5cgAsrI/AAAAAAAAB9E/rscbv_l4xzU/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-2302823175565179625</id><published>2011-06-02T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T21:35:52.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ashlyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashlyn's 3 years old!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617926354960913682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RsvleReUODk/TfbiQTnAFRI/AAAAAAAAB7E/addP2d0yZyM/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...and continues to find ways of getting more and more cuts and bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2GrFMcQd8k/TfbiQ9Ci-MI/AAAAAAAAB7M/idB8Uy89pFE/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617926366082300098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2GrFMcQd8k/TfbiQ9Ci-MI/AAAAAAAAB7M/idB8Uy89pFE/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since we were having a party on Saturday, we decided to have a small cupcake celebration for her real birthday. She received a beautiful bouquet of flowers from Papa and still points out her flowers today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617926375357250594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aL32AqGENLI/TfbiRfl3fCI/AAAAAAAAB7U/Ugm4TYM64Is/s320/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She liked passing out her cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617926387666362098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PwWFjzqdem0/TfbiSNclnvI/AAAAAAAAB7c/vrinXibjmHk/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grandma gave her a really cute bunny sleeping bag and slumber party for her birthday gift. Ashlyn had the slumber party Saturday. She didn't go to bed until 10:30pm because she was having so much fun playing in the tent (in the living room). Deena said that it took playing General Conference, Elder Holland's talk to put her to sleep! :) Hilarious! Ashlyn had a great time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-2302823175565179625?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/2302823175565179625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=2302823175565179625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/2302823175565179625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/2302823175565179625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-ashlyn.html' title='Happy Birthday Ashlyn'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-RsvleReUODk/TfbiQTnAFRI/AAAAAAAAB7E/addP2d0yZyM/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-333115170886169942</id><published>2011-05-26T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T21:37:08.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afternoon Angels Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr0Ia61bB8E/TfDhfz0u3nI/AAAAAAAAB68/8OBtJ01jCis/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616236671934586482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr0Ia61bB8E/TfDhfz0u3nI/AAAAAAAAB68/8OBtJ01jCis/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As part of our preparations to attend an Angel's baseball game, we all dressed in red and then Ash and I painted our nails red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g35LFOKFmmU/TfDhflTd9hI/AAAAAAAAB60/URXfCSFyD3g/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616236668036970002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g35LFOKFmmU/TfDhflTd9hI/AAAAAAAAB60/URXfCSFyD3g/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was getting our lunch and snacks together... and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; found her lolly pop. She wanted to hold it to make sure it was taken to the game. Ironically enough, it was actually never eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L54_hfJ6Km4/TfDhfbeyI-I/AAAAAAAAB6s/19re-edHpIY/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616236665400075234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L54_hfJ6Km4/TfDhfbeyI-I/AAAAAAAAB6s/19re-edHpIY/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was so excited running, skipping, and dancing around the house repeating, "mommy, daddy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ashlyn&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jackson&lt;/span&gt; going to a baseball game!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5g_snlEjcY/TfDhGJj-Z7I/AAAAAAAAB6k/3GUtiMAUCwg/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616236231093282738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5g_snlEjcY/TfDhGJj-Z7I/AAAAAAAAB6k/3GUtiMAUCwg/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She wanted to sit on the ball both entering and exiting the ball park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4I1gpyDh30s/TfDhF__AkaI/AAAAAAAAB6c/2MtU43j65-Q/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616236228522316194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4I1gpyDh30s/TfDhF__AkaI/AAAAAAAAB6c/2MtU43j65-Q/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I initially asked a janitorial worker nearby to take a picture of our family outside the park on our way in. This man came over and took the camera from her with some comments about seeing that she's so busy that he'd like to take it. Then he explained that he would like to take a picture of our family for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt; Register online newspaper for the fan section. Comparing the two pictures, he did a very nice job compared to the lady... so I'm thrilled that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;awkwardly&lt;/span&gt; jumped in like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eEm9b60TefM/TfDhFQYSmWI/AAAAAAAAB6U/ZI_ddx3y2yY/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616236215743453538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eEm9b60TefM/TfDhFQYSmWI/AAAAAAAAB6U/ZI_ddx3y2yY/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids playing with the hand prints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpLP-dl5_zM/TfDhFD_JdfI/AAAAAAAAB6M/IyfOLVM6KzA/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616236212416771570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpLP-dl5_zM/TfDhFD_JdfI/AAAAAAAAB6M/IyfOLVM6KzA/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; row seats behind home plate. They were awesome seats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iRtTlZiniCI/TfDhEv0s6qI/AAAAAAAAB6E/rJaTzl1n0JE/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616236207004248738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iRtTlZiniCI/TfDhEv0s6qI/AAAAAAAAB6E/rJaTzl1n0JE/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ashlyn's&lt;/span&gt; pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1M5nLPSFE3A/TfDgV2yl7-I/AAAAAAAAB58/_d5njDs4Vyg/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616235401420599266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1M5nLPSFE3A/TfDgV2yl7-I/AAAAAAAAB58/_d5njDs4Vyg/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RgOpAbFdc_8/TfDgVAVzpuI/AAAAAAAAB50/MpAs4bOorE8/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616235386804348642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RgOpAbFdc_8/TfDgVAVzpuI/AAAAAAAAB50/MpAs4bOorE8/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Probably because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; was playing in the aisle, the Angel's girl standing behind her asked if she could come for the "smile cam." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; was so cute! She was quiet with a princess wave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1_1_B-gTBgM/TfDgUvgdj7I/AAAAAAAAB5s/wAz7A-6KLhU/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616235382285635506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1_1_B-gTBgM/TfDgUvgdj7I/AAAAAAAAB5s/wAz7A-6KLhU/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...and since she wasn't rowdy or tall, she didn't get much camera time. So I missed getting a picture of it by a second! If you look closely, you can see her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; hair where the .com is in blue. It's like Mike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wazowski&lt;/span&gt; on Monster's Inc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IjtvS3OViLg/TfDgUVb7uGI/AAAAAAAAB5k/T0QiTne3jgY/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616235375287318626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IjtvS3OViLg/TfDgUVb7uGI/AAAAAAAAB5k/T0QiTne3jgY/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She enjoyed participating in this little activity and was very patient since they had the kids standing there for a good 10 minutes until the inning was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6PSP1tsHT04/TfDgT5t7vGI/AAAAAAAAB5c/f3_TMuAieJY/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616235367846624354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6PSP1tsHT04/TfDgT5t7vGI/AAAAAAAAB5c/f3_TMuAieJY/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite part of having their seats right next to each other is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; can help feed Jackson food and his bottle while we drive. It's so nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun family trip though I have to admit that the trips to the bathroom for both Ash and J, the smile cam, feeding them lunch, making sure they weren't bothering anyone being in the aisle... I didn't get to watch much of the game, but we had a fabulous time regardless! Thanks Tom and Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Lally&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-333115170886169942?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/333115170886169942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=333115170886169942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/333115170886169942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/333115170886169942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/06/afternoon-angels-game.html' title='Afternoon Angels Game'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-Fr0Ia61bB8E/TfDhfz0u3nI/AAAAAAAAB68/8OBtJ01jCis/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-6451266734150639031</id><published>2011-05-23T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:55:00.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of Gymnastics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x8bO6w9V3Fo/TfDczR7ys4I/AAAAAAAAB5U/ndkSoMPZx78/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616231508876637058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x8bO6w9V3Fo/TfDczR7ys4I/AAAAAAAAB5U/ndkSoMPZx78/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; May 23rd was the last day of Gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--mte3BAmbf0/TfDcY_S2sXI/AAAAAAAAB5M/EGEiMOlHuRg/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616231057196495218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--mte3BAmbf0/TfDcY_S2sXI/AAAAAAAAB5M/EGEiMOlHuRg/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She learned to kick her legs straight out with every step and keep her arms out while moving her feet in front of the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ASdTneKN8IQ/TfDcYYUn9MI/AAAAAAAAB5E/SqaTAnWwfl4/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616231046734935234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ASdTneKN8IQ/TfDcYYUn9MI/AAAAAAAAB5E/SqaTAnWwfl4/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coach asked her to demonstrated again... and this time she did it all by herself before coach was even ready to spot. Surprised coach; it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3z25QMmwd0Y/TfDcYLd5y8I/AAAAAAAAB48/-H4uSXxMUL0/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616231043284192194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3z25QMmwd0Y/TfDcYLd5y8I/AAAAAAAAB48/-H4uSXxMUL0/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Swinging on the rings. She can do this without me holding her hands, but she can't get enough momentum to reach the kicking bag without my push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gjCGf9Ez7xw/TfDcX2zCbfI/AAAAAAAAB40/6crrPe4pveg/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616231037735693810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gjCGf9Ez7xw/TfDcX2zCbfI/AAAAAAAAB40/6crrPe4pveg/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sideways hand crawl on the bar. She couldn't support all of her weight especially with her legs straight out, but probably most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DQJynYhW-_I/TfDcXRDe_aI/AAAAAAAAB4s/pUrhJ_l0Gow/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616231027604127138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DQJynYhW-_I/TfDcXRDe_aI/AAAAAAAAB4s/pUrhJ_l0Gow/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More bar crawls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2pVmiAQyNyw/TfDbdiCsiyI/AAAAAAAAB4k/GVqGMv7_9EQ/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616230035731811106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2pVmiAQyNyw/TfDbdiCsiyI/AAAAAAAAB4k/GVqGMv7_9EQ/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson enjoyed doing this bar and the trampoline activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wyK4IzLaPEY/TfDbcxKa7aI/AAAAAAAAB4c/dO6-y5wYSN0/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616230022610873762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wyK4IzLaPEY/TfDbcxKa7aI/AAAAAAAAB4c/dO6-y5wYSN0/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He would focus so hard that he'd stick his tongue out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_x0ltYZJEs/TfDbcISH44I/AAAAAAAAB4U/1KNjERdZSUE/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616230011637326722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_x0ltYZJEs/TfDbcISH44I/AAAAAAAAB4U/1KNjERdZSUE/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She would run to the foam pit when coach would announce that activity was next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qC53_E6OXto/TfDbbhfCjtI/AAAAAAAAB4M/exZL81YcCHU/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616230001222520530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qC53_E6OXto/TfDbbhfCjtI/AAAAAAAAB4M/exZL81YcCHU/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Though he looks contorted right now, he actually enjoyed the pit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wAADe6BFGEE/TfDbbcUeF3I/AAAAAAAAB4E/09EoC7sgbS4/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616229999836010354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wAADe6BFGEE/TfDbbcUeF3I/AAAAAAAAB4E/09EoC7sgbS4/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papa, Great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Granma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vibeke&lt;/span&gt;, Daddy, and Uncle Tommy were all present as she accepted her certificate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great Job Ash!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope Kentucky has a rec program like this so she can continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-6451266734150639031?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/6451266734150639031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=6451266734150639031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6451266734150639031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6451266734150639031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-day-of-gymnastics.html' title='Last day of Gymnastics'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-x8bO6w9V3Fo/TfDczR7ys4I/AAAAAAAAB5U/ndkSoMPZx78/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-6877423537603624492</id><published>2011-05-22T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T21:44:33.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Downtown Solvang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Solvang's a cute town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GqA8gOCuB6I/Tdni3Dt5hkI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/tR8uhFWSnfE/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609764246385165890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GqA8gOCuB6I/Tdni3Dt5hkI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/tR8uhFWSnfE/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was this huge wooden shoe... so we had to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609764250242681122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZJ2i9sNfK0/Tdni3SFmiSI/AAAAAAAAB3g/C0LknaYn6qs/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fun times with cousins!&lt;br /&gt;Almost all looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1LbM767tkA/Tdni26LgGAI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/R-n24PfdhkA/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609764243824973826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1LbM767tkA/Tdni26LgGAI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/R-n24PfdhkA/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now these two are just being silly... not only NOT looking at me, but looking in opposite directions! This was the second picture attempt... obviously not any better luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wh9UIlICFQI/Tdni2qUsiMI/AAAAAAAAB3I/z0JBasbzZHs/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609764239568570562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wh9UIlICFQI/Tdni2qUsiMI/AAAAAAAAB3I/z0JBasbzZHs/s320/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took a family picture in front of Connie's store "Royal Copenhagen". She had us over for dinner and made a smorgasbord. It was delicious. I tried eel for the first time outside of sushi and Jackson enjoyed his first frikadela. We also ate many rundstykkers with jam or havarti with danish salami-Gotta love carbo loading! Oh and the oranges up there are so juicy, they drip juice while peeling them! They're so sweet; they're like candy!&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/635251519347812500-6877423537603624492?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/6877423537603624492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=6877423537603624492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6877423537603624492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6877423537603624492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/05/downtown-solvang.html' title='Downtown Solvang'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-GqA8gOCuB6I/Tdni3Dt5hkI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/tR8uhFWSnfE/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-2657018306033182104</id><published>2011-05-22T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T15:59:01.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woodbury Family Beach Day at Solvang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lmkz8CKp340/TdnenNjwbKI/AAAAAAAAB3A/3jgxZJdubtE/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609759576102562978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lmkz8CKp340/TdnenNjwbKI/AAAAAAAAB3A/3jgxZJdubtE/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we first arrived it was overcast and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WqCrK3dzfN8/Tdnem8q-vtI/AAAAAAAAB24/KflaSnH1_1g/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609759571569458898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WqCrK3dzfN8/Tdnem8q-vtI/AAAAAAAAB24/KflaSnH1_1g/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So the boys built a trench. Danny found this stone with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;imprint&lt;/span&gt; perfect for his thumb. He was quite fond of his shovel stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgeWDZRxGnU/Tdnemd8LVAI/AAAAAAAAB2w/MAJy_XhShmY/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609759563320087554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgeWDZRxGnU/Tdnemd8LVAI/AAAAAAAAB2w/MAJy_XhShmY/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson liked watching and pointing to the waves as they'd crash on the beach. This was his real first time at the beach since he was 2 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qqE0HtnwQAU/TdneNbtrc3I/AAAAAAAAB2o/82zkYmc9nuI/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609759133225677682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qqE0HtnwQAU/TdneNbtrc3I/AAAAAAAAB2o/82zkYmc9nuI/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The closer he stood, the more apprehension he showed on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVpzzy_nt5w/TdneNA-9btI/AAAAAAAAB2g/G4AevQg2mNA/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609759126050402002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVpzzy_nt5w/TdneNA-9btI/AAAAAAAAB2g/G4AevQg2mNA/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how he stands and walks a majority of the time... which explains his new nick name= J. Rex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a6h6QsNfl10/TdneMj7MuFI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/0eTR7wrIXQU/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609759118249998418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a6h6QsNfl10/TdneMj7MuFI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/0eTR7wrIXQU/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He liked shoveling sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R99F12mppgI/TdneMatfVdI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/kNXqEM_jv2c/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609759115776579026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R99F12mppgI/TdneMatfVdI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/kNXqEM_jv2c/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; had a blast running around the beach, throwing rocks into the ocean, playing in the trench, and playing with Rhys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GePPxG4Plho/TdneMLQHLZI/AAAAAAAAB2I/ygWwlZsPaw8/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609759111626829202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GePPxG4Plho/TdneMLQHLZI/AAAAAAAAB2I/ygWwlZsPaw8/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson was a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;temperamental&lt;/span&gt; at first. He'd switch between liking the sand and getting frustrated with it very quickly. It was harder for him to move around in at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilHg0kGQwVs/TdndCxMSYGI/AAAAAAAAB2A/wuKUWRby3fs/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609757850501013602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilHg0kGQwVs/TdndCxMSYGI/AAAAAAAAB2A/wuKUWRby3fs/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tommy and Danny were hard core with the whole trench thing. They even made a tunnel for the water to go through and into the trench tub... we didn't stay long enough for the tide to rise high enough to come in, but it was fun anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hkZDfFU6bNw/TdndCnjZxlI/AAAAAAAAB14/SYM4krKCAJc/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609757847913612882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hkZDfFU6bNw/TdndCnjZxlI/AAAAAAAAB14/SYM4krKCAJc/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sand was damp and perfect for packing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; made her first sand castle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q40589G6fqA/TdndCaUMHMI/AAAAAAAAB1w/oVMyB4_gYa8/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609757844360142018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q40589G6fqA/TdndCaUMHMI/AAAAAAAAB1w/oVMyB4_gYa8/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...and then enjoyed stomping them flat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hw2J036GlFw/TdndCARfgtI/AAAAAAAAB1o/EEUWD8dU5QY/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609757837369508562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hw2J036GlFw/TdndCARfgtI/AAAAAAAAB1o/EEUWD8dU5QY/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; J tasted a few handfuls of sand before discovering the truth that sand.is.gross! Ride on bud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HRlSIEB7ljk/TdndB8jjIvI/AAAAAAAAB1g/3SYgAS00qQ0/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609757836371501810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HRlSIEB7ljk/TdndB8jjIvI/AAAAAAAAB1g/3SYgAS00qQ0/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting these three to look at the same time was an epic challenge... getting them to all smile at the same time was impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-2657018306033182104?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/2657018306033182104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=2657018306033182104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/2657018306033182104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/2657018306033182104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/05/woodbury-family-beach-day-at-solvang.html' title='Woodbury Family Beach Day at Solvang'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-lmkz8CKp340/TdnenNjwbKI/AAAAAAAAB3A/3jgxZJdubtE/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-9125695741587794785</id><published>2011-05-22T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T21:49:32.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fond of Tommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashlyn loves her Uncle Tommy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IaWIxxlmfwE/TdnbMsmecFI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/YHiKz4_oxco/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609755822044115026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IaWIxxlmfwE/TdnbMsmecFI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/YHiKz4_oxco/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She slid her booster seat RIGHT next to him... I mean, there was plenty of room for her to sit a foot away. This is where she wanted to sit. Then we realized that she wanted his chocolate milk shake. She didn't want to share with me; she wanted Tommy's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609755825853393490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yiV2uxnqfXk/TdnbM6yralI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/YP1TPHj755c/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And yes, she is still very fond of Tommy's hair. Even though he's cut his long locks off, she still likes to play with his hair. Sorry for the ketchup she rubbed into your hair! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-9125695741587794785?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/9125695741587794785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=9125695741587794785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/9125695741587794785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/9125695741587794785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/05/fond-of-tommy.html' title='Fond of Tommy'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-IaWIxxlmfwE/TdnbMsmecFI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/YHiKz4_oxco/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-5210884920635257832</id><published>2011-05-19T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T14:33:00.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J's videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ps32V7QIw-Y?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ps32V7QIw-Y?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_T_dyEQLrBo?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_T_dyEQLrBo?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He still needs a verbal prompt to use signs, but he doesn't need a visual model anymore for "more, please, or milk" we're working on "all done, help". I'll try to get him blowing kisses another time, it's pretty funny as he appears to be biting his palm and peeking through his fingers. He loves his games like "up and down" or when I say "ahh" he puts both hands on his face. He also likes to touch my nose for me to sneeze, my eyes for me to blink 3x, my mouth for me to eat his arm, and my ears for me to say "ding dong". His favorite book is "Good Night Moon". He will bring it to me and point with me. He likes to point with me to the cat and say "ow", cow "oo", bear "ahhh", mouse "eee" in a high pitch squeal, blow at the hot fire, and wave for good night. Jackson is finally using a bottle and will drink up to 4 oz at a time. I'm working on getting him up to 8 oz before fully weaning him by his birthday! Hallelujah! Ashlyn hasn't had an accident in a long time, but continues to want me to stand at the door of the bathroom in order to "go by herself"... we're working on her going without me present so she doesn't do her panic dance and squeals while she's waiting for me to come. BTW- Ashlyn's favorite book right now is "I Need My Monster" by Amanda Noll. It's adorable! We drew a picture of her monster named Herbert and it's taped on her window. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a not-so-proud-of side note, he has finally gotten sick of Ashlyn taking his toys. She has officially pushed him to the limit. Not only does he protest by screaming really loud in burst screams, but he has bitten her 2 times now. Once 3 days ago and the second time yesterday... where he gave her a little bruise on her inner arm-elbow area. We have now changed the requirements from Ashlyn saying please while taking the toy away, to having her say please and wait with her hand outstretched. However, Jackson is a little teaser... so with her hand outstretched, he will hold the toy out for her, then quickly pull it back when she makes a move. He will do this a few times before Ashlyn gets upset and either takes the toy or comes complaining to me. Soooo, as of today, we've been working on not only waiting with her hand out after saying please, but ALSO bringing a toy TO Jackson for a trade. It's worked the few times we've practiced thus far today. Hopefully this solution will work and stick! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-5210884920635257832?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/5210884920635257832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=5210884920635257832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5210884920635257832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5210884920635257832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/05/js-videos.html' title='J&apos;s videos'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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-635251519347812500.post-5166919853950864343</id><published>2011-05-18T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T15:14:23.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarium of the Pacific</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pV5t2I0p-A4/TdRCmBAB-6I/AAAAAAAAB1I/mtEj1tOvaGw/s1600/144.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We went on a family outing to the Aquarium last Saturday. It was so awesome! I saw some variety of sea horses that I've never seen before!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608180656854137762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pV5t2I0p-A4/TdRCmBAB-6I/AAAAAAAAB1I/mtEj1tOvaGw/s320/144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She liked the colorful fish, the really big fish, and loved finding the "nemo fish".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eiO9Pol5T4A/TdRCluyqn7I/AAAAAAAAB1A/9cRd5NgvvTs/s1600/145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608180651966242738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eiO9Pol5T4A/TdRCluyqn7I/AAAAAAAAB1A/9cRd5NgvvTs/s320/145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackson had wide eyes the entire time and would grunt while pointing when something was exciting to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6bTPp-NJ4Lg/TdRClBEDulI/AAAAAAAAB04/eqwsMmcV1YE/s1600/146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608180639691160146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6bTPp-NJ4Lg/TdRClBEDulI/AAAAAAAAB04/eqwsMmcV1YE/s320/146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was how he looked the entire time! It was fun to see how observant he was. They both thoroughly loved the shark tank. The sharks would swim right up to where these two kids were plastered against the glass. Surprisingly, they weren't scared or startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKaMFmOxwkc/TdRCkF_WDSI/AAAAAAAAB0w/n7tcbZex14k/s1600/148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608180623833697570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKaMFmOxwkc/TdRCkF_WDSI/AAAAAAAAB0w/n7tcbZex14k/s320/148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sea lion and seal show was awesome! Yes, Ashlyn did dress herself today... I think she thought we were going to Disneyland. AND she didn't want to keep her jacket on because Danny had told her at home that she didn't need a jacket... at. home. She interpreted that to mean no jacket all day. She's very good at following directions, and sometimes a little too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-it5STQfBoMw/TdRCjwztxoI/AAAAAAAAB0o/N5nRZHKsREA/s1600/149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608180618147776130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-it5STQfBoMw/TdRCjwztxoI/AAAAAAAAB0o/N5nRZHKsREA/s320/149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had front row seats, but these two wanted to be right up against the glass. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're slowly getting all of our "CA bucket list" checked off! &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/635251519347812500-5166919853950864343?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/5166919853950864343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=5166919853950864343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5166919853950864343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/5166919853950864343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/05/aquarium-of-pacific.html' title='Aquarium of the Pacific'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-pV5t2I0p-A4/TdRCmBAB-6I/AAAAAAAAB1I/mtEj1tOvaGw/s72-c/144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-7598179833637001979</id><published>2011-05-18T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T15:00:22.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alphabet preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V3ea-X42jPc/TdQ_W7wkZcI/AAAAAAAAB0g/sVx_oJm4-pA/s1600/160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608177099214185922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V3ea-X42jPc/TdQ_W7wkZcI/AAAAAAAAB0g/sVx_oJm4-pA/s320/160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey kids, this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-okv7JJfK8eQ/TdQ_WgUoV-I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/XlsoXjh-Ueo/s1600/163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608177091849246690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-okv7JJfK8eQ/TdQ_WgUoV-I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/XlsoXjh-Ueo/s320/163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There we go! Smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preschool lesson for today was the letters ABCD. We first talked about the letter A and 1.matched the letter card to the alphabet Caterpillar to tell them what letter they were looking at, 2. played I Spy with only 4 letters on a drawing, 3. played I Spy to find the letter in the text of a book. Next, we made alphabet soup by having each child retrieve a foam letter from the "grocery store" or couch. After that, we put on our reading glasses (as seen above) to search around the room to find the 4 letters just discussed. Once they found their letters, we went to the table to practice tracing these letters with crayons. Last, we traced the letter card with our finger and then wrote the letters in corn meal. It was funny to hear them shout out letters like H, N, S (letters in their names)... when all we were using was A through D over and over. Cute kids!&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/635251519347812500-7598179833637001979?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/7598179833637001979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=7598179833637001979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/7598179833637001979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/7598179833637001979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/05/alphabet-preschool.html' title='alphabet preschool'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-V3ea-X42jPc/TdQ_W7wkZcI/AAAAAAAAB0g/sVx_oJm4-pA/s72-c/160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-4575742874146350922</id><published>2011-05-18T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T14:48:46.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>water lesson at preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week for Preschool, they had a water lesson about the concept of floating versus sinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJWocCeewls/TdQ81o8IPEI/AAAAAAAAB0E/Hvex5rg-r0Y/s1600/127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608174328203459650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJWocCeewls/TdQ81o8IPEI/AAAAAAAAB0E/Hvex5rg-r0Y/s320/127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were all very excited to take a turn and drop it into the water. It was a surprise to them if it would float and they would cheer if it sank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xu1HfNaYOEo/TdQ81V4jaoI/AAAAAAAABz8/tSuyCnqQKtw/s1600/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608174323088190082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xu1HfNaYOEo/TdQ81V4jaoI/AAAAAAAABz8/tSuyCnqQKtw/s320/128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Go go gadget arms, Rachel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYrkuH69ISc/TdQ80zL8ddI/AAAAAAAABz0/we6b_YxmQQI/s1600/134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608174313774282194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYrkuH69ISc/TdQ80zL8ddI/AAAAAAAABz0/we6b_YxmQQI/s320/134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then they played a cooperative relay water game. They each took turns filling a cup, running it to the empty bucket, and then running back to give the cup to the next person. They had to fill the red bucket. At first go around, they didn't want to spill the full cup of water... by the end, they didn't care how much water actually made it, they were running as fast as they could!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2qHIKNsfCXw/TdQ80uEjAXI/AAAAAAAABzs/nCaetOhrGYc/s1600/135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608174312401076594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2qHIKNsfCXw/TdQ80uEjAXI/AAAAAAAABzs/nCaetOhrGYc/s320/135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They raced to the wall and back, ran through the sprinklers, played basketball, and rode Angela's big wheel tricycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608174337707226706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fy1VWfINgqo/TdQ82MWANlI/AAAAAAAAB0M/1oyiX9nuvTg/s320/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The class is perfect with two girls and two boys. These two love to dress as princesses and the boys love dinosaurs, cars, and super hero's!&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/635251519347812500-4575742874146350922?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/4575742874146350922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=4575742874146350922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4575742874146350922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4575742874146350922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/05/water-lesson-at-preschool.html' title='water lesson at preschool'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-IJWocCeewls/TdQ81o8IPEI/AAAAAAAAB0E/Hvex5rg-r0Y/s72-c/127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-1667530514782037698</id><published>2011-05-18T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T15:18:52.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week it was warm enough to swim, so we had some friends over for a "swimming lesson". They blew bubbles, floated, flutter kicked, used noodles/kick board/life jacket to swim across the pool, jumped into the pool with submersion, and went down the big rock slide. They did an excellent job! It was good to have Caden there to go all out trying these water skills. He was going underwater, jumping in without anyone catching him, and showing these timid girls that they'd be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XA-OdV7mrsU/TdQ2QL9mzLI/AAAAAAAABzc/hUiZC5N4ncQ/s1600/136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608167087700102322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XA-OdV7mrsU/TdQ2QL9mzLI/AAAAAAAABzc/hUiZC5N4ncQ/s320/136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is figuring out that the rock is hot... it would've been a cute picture, but it's still funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608167088855498914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rw37_uZEzF0/TdQ2QQREwKI/AAAAAAAABzk/PCCBZK5OneM/s320/125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Jackson on day #1 of his 4 day fever ranging from 101.6 to 103.8 degrees. A very stressful couple of days to say the least. He was such a trooper and stayed happy... which made it difficult for me to decide whether or not to go to the doctors. Finally, I did on Thursday (he became sick Tuesday) to find out that he had pharyngitis. His tonsils were almost touching. Poor guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TW4_qTKY0ng/TdQ2Plj1KII/AAAAAAAABzU/JI34VHXXwwE/s1600/139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608167077391444098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TW4_qTKY0ng/TdQ2Plj1KII/AAAAAAAABzU/JI34VHXXwwE/s320/139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Besides being dressed in only a diaper and taking tylenol, I kept a wet washcloth on him to keep his temperature down. After the first few hours, he didn't pull it off anymore and let me put it on his head, back, and stomach without complaint. Ashlyn saw him (in the picture above), started giggling, and told me, "Jackson looks like a sheep!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnRNLY54teQ/TdQ2OdArOnI/AAAAAAAABzE/yrnYu9KWnTU/s1600/142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608167057916639858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnRNLY54teQ/TdQ2OdArOnI/AAAAAAAABzE/yrnYu9KWnTU/s320/142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then the next week (while Jackson was still on his 10 day medication), Ashlyn was playing instead of taking a nap and fell off our bed. I thought she had dislocated her arm because it hung limp and she wouldn't use it for 3 days. So on the third day, we had it "x-rayed" (anyone wanting to hear me vent about a holier than thou x-ray technician who possibly mutated some of Jackson's and my cells... call me!) This was the shield he had her wear for the x-rays. She wore that wrist wrap for 3 days, then when we found out her arm was fine, I took her swimming... and after that, she started to use her arm/hand again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608167065204387314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5saCg2XyVjo/TdQ2O4KNbfI/AAAAAAAABzM/faRUWB1Sbo4/s320/140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Current gymnastics class. I wish I could have taken a picture of Ashlyn and Jackson side by side jumping on the trampoline, hanging on the bars, and swinging back and forth with their legs on a soft column pad... but obviously, Jackson still needs me to spot him. They giggled and love doing the activities together!&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/635251519347812500-1667530514782037698?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/1667530514782037698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=1667530514782037698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1667530514782037698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1667530514782037698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/05/pictures-update.html' title='pictures update'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-XA-OdV7mrsU/TdQ2QL9mzLI/AAAAAAAABzc/hUiZC5N4ncQ/s72-c/136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-7579748144006239021</id><published>2011-05-09T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T15:49:33.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more funny quotes</title><content type='html'>1.We were saying good bye to Tom and I prompted Ashlyn to say, "Have fun in Vegas". She doesn't know what Vegas is and it turned into "have fun with Jesus!" Danny and I enjoyed a long laugh on that one.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ashlyn asked to get down from the table without finishing her lunch and while normally I don't permit this, I was dealing with a very ill Jackson and let her get down to play. While she was playing, I asked her to finish her lunch before it gets eaten for her. She responded, "Boys don't eat my lunch." (meaning Danny and Jackson)&lt;br /&gt;3. I was talking to Ashlyn about finishing preparations for dinner because Danny was coming home. She told me, "Daddy wants a big hug and a clean fork." Wow, she understands men and at 2 years old too! Impressive.&lt;br /&gt;4. A few nights ago, Ashlyn woke at 5am because she was cold and asked to snuggle. So I meant to just snuggle her until she fell asleep, but I fell asleep in the process. At 6:45am Jackson woke up, sat up in his crib, and started to babble. Ashlyn lifted her head to look at him and said, "Jackson shhh. Mommy's eyes are closed." He laid back down and we didn't get up until 7:15am! He listened to her! Nice!&lt;br /&gt;5. Jackson says, "uh oh" and signs "more" and "I want."&lt;br /&gt;6. Jackson has a strong preference for foods. He is not fond of mashed "baby food" texture and wants the whole stuff with adult flavors. Last night I steamed sweet potatoes and zucchini for him to eat while we had vegie pasta. He would push away the spoon of mashed vegies and point to my plate of vegies and sign "I want". The only way I could get him to eat his meal was to hide it under a slice of mushroom or squash. :) He's also obsessed with cherrios and gestures/requests them at each meal! Even Ashlyn knows his grunts and gestures enough to tell me, "Mom, Jackson wants some more 'cheer-os'!"&lt;br /&gt;7.She repeats herself if she doesn't get the response she wants... for example, this is the conversation I overheard this morning while I was putting my makeup on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:"There's a man in the back yard!"&lt;br /&gt;D: "Yeah there is."&lt;br /&gt;A: "Dad! There's a man!"&lt;br /&gt;D: "There IS a man in the back yard."&lt;br /&gt;A: "Look, a man in the back yard!"&lt;br /&gt;D:"Ashlyn, I know there's a man in the back yard!"&lt;br /&gt;A: (repeated again)&lt;br /&gt;D: "You already told me. I know."&lt;br /&gt;A:(repeated again)&lt;br /&gt;D:"please stop saying that."&lt;br /&gt;K:"Ashlyn the man is cleaning the pool. He's allowed to be back there."&lt;br /&gt;A: "okay." and walks away to play.&lt;br /&gt;-I have some smart remarks to make about this miscommunication, but to Danny's defense, he was still in bed waking up! So I'll be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-7579748144006239021?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/7579748144006239021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=7579748144006239021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/7579748144006239021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/7579748144006239021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/05/more-funny-quotes.html' title='more funny quotes'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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-635251519347812500.post-1003461840418087784</id><published>2011-05-02T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T16:06:55.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymnastics Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashlyn had her second Gymnastics class today. She did so well! It was really exciting. They started out learning how to use a hula hoop, then played with a parachute, stretched, and started on their 1st obstacle course.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_N2Ta33sMJ0/Tb8XccgzzXI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_IRXzwvwiE/s1600/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602222238929767794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_N2Ta33sMJ0/Tb8XccgzzXI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_IRXzwvwiE/s320/128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They did head stands, but Ashlyn did hand stands all by herself! They did back "rolls" off a circular bag, summersaults, walked on a balance beam, 2 feet hopped in hula hoops, and modified cart wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lN8SgK5EpzY/Tb8Xby_MEWI/AAAAAAAABys/d1wjn_z5ZZo/s1600/132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602222227782898018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lN8SgK5EpzY/Tb8Xby_MEWI/AAAAAAAABys/d1wjn_z5ZZo/s320/132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, they went into the large gym area where the big equipment was. She jumped forward and backwards in a straight line on a trampoline, hung from a bar with her toes on the bar and her nose to her knees (her legs are straighter than last week! Her left hand is slipping in this picture; her coach would be so disappointed in me for not spotting her in these pictures like we do during class :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cAOGyVHwhQg/Tb8XblB9sbI/AAAAAAAAByk/MX38HUTI_RM/s1600/133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602222224036442546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cAOGyVHwhQg/Tb8XblB9sbI/AAAAAAAAByk/MX38HUTI_RM/s320/133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...walked sideways on a low balance beam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--F8gVZ_9KaY/Tb8XbJBNeRI/AAAAAAAAByc/gqjx6PG-bwM/s1600/134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602222216517089554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--F8gVZ_9KaY/Tb8XbJBNeRI/AAAAAAAAByc/gqjx6PG-bwM/s320/134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then decided that she wanted to go forward some more one food in front of the other,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9NR7Y0HwYAY/Tb8Xa4xhYEI/AAAAAAAAByU/5szPmC0j7Ig/s1600/135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602222212156317762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9NR7Y0HwYAY/Tb8Xa4xhYEI/AAAAAAAAByU/5szPmC0j7Ig/s320/135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and swung from rings. She is so tall that she couldn't do the swing straight legged! :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get pictures next time, but I didn't get to take pictures of the foam pit! She loves to jump in and have me throw her in. Jackson wanted to climb in too today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602223443531823810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-56ICU-OYplQ/Tb8YikAUesI/AAAAAAAABy8/VjpwTvTn2Fk/s320/126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Last, they go back to their starting room to get a sticker, stamp, and coloring page. This is what their coach tells them to do while they wait for their turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a really good listener, quick at learning the activities/movements, and is becoming less shy. Today her coach asked her to demonstrate for the class, and she was slow to walk to the coach, but did what was asked of her (it was the toes on bar picture above that she demonstrated). She was so excited afterwards that she skipped back to the line where the kids were sitting with a huge smile on her face! Made my heart smile too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to this link to see Ashlyn do a back walk over--&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fsg5eZIUs9g"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fsg5eZIUs9g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-1003461840418087784?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/1003461840418087784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=1003461840418087784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1003461840418087784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1003461840418087784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/05/gymnastics-class.html' title='Gymnastics Class'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-_N2Ta33sMJ0/Tb8XccgzzXI/AAAAAAAABy0/Y_IRXzwvwiE/s72-c/128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-7529779731098302924</id><published>2011-04-28T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T15:29:21.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more funny bounce house pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZdgNuKPcj8/TbnoZCrZ0BI/AAAAAAAAByM/INGgklLH6xg/s1600/146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600763128525213714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZdgNuKPcj8/TbnoZCrZ0BI/AAAAAAAAByM/INGgklLH6xg/s320/146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can't imagine the giggling that next occurred from their 3 kid pile up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_xq_EIZACM/TbnoY-3srfI/AAAAAAAAByE/iVvcx9YgeT4/s1600/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600763127503039986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_xq_EIZACM/TbnoY-3srfI/AAAAAAAAByE/iVvcx9YgeT4/s320/128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashlyn's friends Caden and Angela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A60B0bsezME/TbnoYTLUJqI/AAAAAAAABx8/sEitkiNHd1g/s1600/125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600763115774158498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A60B0bsezME/TbnoYTLUJqI/AAAAAAAABx8/sEitkiNHd1g/s320/125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two plus Sean are the 3 friends that Ashlyn talks about when you ask her about her friends.&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/635251519347812500-7529779731098302924?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/7529779731098302924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=7529779731098302924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/7529779731098302924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/7529779731098302924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-funny-bounce-house-pics.html' title='more funny bounce house pics'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-MZdgNuKPcj8/TbnoZCrZ0BI/AAAAAAAAByM/INGgklLH6xg/s72-c/146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-6056700014403376515</id><published>2011-04-27T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T14:19:49.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Community Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We went to Pump it Up 2 weeks ago for a birthday party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ni3htopBxCM/TbiFmGSxI2I/AAAAAAAABxM/fXjpUO-GW4w/s1600/132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600373026206065506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ni3htopBxCM/TbiFmGSxI2I/AAAAAAAABxM/fXjpUO-GW4w/s320/132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k49He06nmrE/TbiFl7vbT1I/AAAAAAAABxE/PvhQJJTZglI/s1600/131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600373023373479762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k49He06nmrE/TbiFl7vbT1I/AAAAAAAABxE/PvhQJJTZglI/s320/131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was so much fun that our Preschool Group decided to go too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZhdt5xt_mI/TbiFliSEgwI/AAAAAAAABw8/IPje-A1TLBc/s1600/126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600373016539464450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZhdt5xt_mI/TbiFliSEgwI/AAAAAAAABw8/IPje-A1TLBc/s320/126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great gross motor development! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_OoRyAFMHyA/TbiFlXKfW7I/AAAAAAAABw0/kawDUwEeUwY/s1600/127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600373013554879410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_OoRyAFMHyA/TbiFlXKfW7I/AAAAAAAABw0/kawDUwEeUwY/s320/127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caden was a really fast climber! That guy can move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tpq3bm6F2VU/TbiDxGwznDI/AAAAAAAABws/yqs15FFxarU/s1600/131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600371016287362098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tpq3bm6F2VU/TbiDxGwznDI/AAAAAAAABws/yqs15FFxarU/s320/131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had fun going down the slide racing, holding hands, doing a train, on their stomach, laying down... very creative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AAAqXb3Bh-w/TbiDwhazrwI/AAAAAAAABwk/Kv734OCmIjM/s1600/134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600371006262980354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AAAqXb3Bh-w/TbiDwhazrwI/AAAAAAAABwk/Kv734OCmIjM/s320/134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caden found these helmets... they never jousted, but they had fun wearing them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LAao-HgfdBs/TbiDwVpHzKI/AAAAAAAABwc/2mNAIyiuqYs/s1600/135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600371003101793442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LAao-HgfdBs/TbiDwVpHzKI/AAAAAAAABwc/2mNAIyiuqYs/s320/135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These friends play so well together! This has been such a blessing for Ashlyn! She didn't have any playmates in St. George and had become VERY socially reticent. She still needs to warm up, but is doing so much better! (i.e., When we arrived Caden was so happy to see her that he came over to give her a hug. She hid behind me as I encouraged him to just grab her for a hug! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YC9v1rDsMTo/TbiDvfGG-uI/AAAAAAAABwM/Gq21AOtoL-s/s1600/148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600370988459424482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YC9v1rDsMTo/TbiDvfGG-uI/AAAAAAAABwM/Gq21AOtoL-s/s320/148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made many trips to the top to help some kids down, take Jackson down, and because I am a kid at heart! By the time I thought to take a picture of us, Jackson was really tired and ready for a nap, but he really did enjoy the slide and bounce houses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600370994927003906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--B1e75RqMj4/TbiDv3MGaQI/AAAAAAAABwU/J3qHkRPIaZs/s320/144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Though I think, maybe, I enjoyed them just a bit more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aerobics class and bounce houses... what an awesome morning!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-6056700014403376515?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/6056700014403376515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=6056700014403376515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6056700014403376515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6056700014403376515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/04/preschool-community-outing.html' title='Preschool Community Outing'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-Ni3htopBxCM/TbiFmGSxI2I/AAAAAAAABxM/fXjpUO-GW4w/s72-c/132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-1867956979496658778</id><published>2011-04-25T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T14:26:58.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GMGBdPVRQp8/TbiIyVDm_vI/AAAAAAAABxc/i0p1HcJwdnc/s1600/140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600376534862331634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GMGBdPVRQp8/TbiIyVDm_vI/AAAAAAAABxc/i0p1HcJwdnc/s320/140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashlyn takes naps on our bed because otherwise she just stays awake playing with Jackson. She dismantles the bedding as she settles in for her nap... pillow cases pulled off, blankets all over twisted, she's sprawled sideways... She's one active and crazy sleeper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JuUl65R--qw/TbiIx9M5QpI/AAAAAAAABxU/cEdxh-HVK0o/s1600/138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600376528458826386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JuUl65R--qw/TbiIx9M5QpI/AAAAAAAABxU/cEdxh-HVK0o/s320/138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her hair is finally long enough to do french braids! They were so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--uNiz2cx2_k/TbelJIE4JJI/AAAAAAAABwE/z4SYD2UBhjU/s1600/158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600126237863847058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--uNiz2cx2_k/TbelJIE4JJI/AAAAAAAABwE/z4SYD2UBhjU/s320/158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Silly girl loves to pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uvA7vR5gaHI/TbelIy455RI/AAAAAAAABv8/Zwxi4WOeHBM/s1600/155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600126232176485650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uvA7vR5gaHI/TbelIy455RI/AAAAAAAABv8/Zwxi4WOeHBM/s320/155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves to imitate Ashlyn and laugh when she's laughing!&lt;br /&gt;He also likes to laugh to get Danny's attention during dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ukkrr_W-D44/TbelIa8jxuI/AAAAAAAABv0/wSaLGAJgwV4/s1600/154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600126225749362402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ukkrr_W-D44/TbelIa8jxuI/AAAAAAAABv0/wSaLGAJgwV4/s320/154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is such a funny little guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C14aTiDXjac/TbelIKLVgiI/AAAAAAAABvs/LJ4JOCWasn0/s1600/122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600126221247939106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C14aTiDXjac/TbelIKLVgiI/AAAAAAAABvs/LJ4JOCWasn0/s320/122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few weeks ago we had a FHE lesson on Noah's Ark. After the lesson, they got in the ark with the animals for a ride in the ocean. They thought it was great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson can climb both up and down the stairs on his stomach! He's quite good at it and has only fallen down the stairs once. It was from the 1st step because I scared him telling him not to climb the stairs... mother of the year award right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashlyn has this thing about saying "Mom, help me find the way" whenever she is asking for help, and I didn't respond immediately. It's hilarious because the words are from the primary song "I am a child of God" and she started this out of no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did our last Preschool lesson on textures. Since that class, she's been using words such as hot, cold, smooth, bumpy, rough, soft, hard, wet, and hairy in a list of 2-3 adjectives using the conjunctive "and"! Love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-1867956979496658778?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/1867956979496658778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=1867956979496658778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1867956979496658778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1867956979496658778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/04/little-update.html' title='little update'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-GMGBdPVRQp8/TbiIyVDm_vI/AAAAAAAABxc/i0p1HcJwdnc/s72-c/140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-1325679647721069296</id><published>2011-04-24T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T14:30:23.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OYHAFSA0gUY?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OYHAFSA0gUY?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson has some awesome moves: side sway, bouncing, and bum poppin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bdC0lGZgst4?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bdC0lGZgst4?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too cute that they were all dancing with a toy! Funny that J's happened to be the car he was playing with!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-1325679647721069296?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/1325679647721069296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=1325679647721069296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1325679647721069296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/1325679647721069296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-dance.html' title='Easter Dance'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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-635251519347812500.post-4473068636389157906</id><published>2011-04-24T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T21:32:33.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days of Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Thursday, as part of Park Day, we had an Easter egg hunt with our friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(no pictures yet... I forgot to take any, but a friend did)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599385812559105586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xqdELydxNrE/TbUDus3yjjI/AAAAAAAABts/ZGNm3EWdfkg/s320/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On Saturday morning, our ward had a hunt and pancake breakfast. The hunt was in the rock field next to the church.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599385819060794546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xWoGLElTXcI/TbUDvFF6dLI/AAAAAAAABt0/FY74k2TtFIw/s320/126.JPG" border="0" /&gt; When all the other kids started running, she sauntered over, waited for us adults to come and then casually started picking up the eggs. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loved opening the eggs and would gasp in surprise and excitement when shiny wrappers were discovered... I would gasp in excitement when the shiny wrappers were mini twix or snickers! Whoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0LoMKk6tUHM/TbUDvhRROuI/AAAAAAAABuE/bLzgyOul7FA/s1600/132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599385826624617186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0LoMKk6tUHM/TbUDvhRROuI/AAAAAAAABuE/bLzgyOul7FA/s320/132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson was excited to play with the empty eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OKZAoKtnf8w/TbUDvZHyu5I/AAAAAAAABt8/CcscYiG_ias/s1600/130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599385824437386130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OKZAoKtnf8w/TbUDvZHyu5I/AAAAAAAABt8/CcscYiG_ias/s320/130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Simple pleasures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599385838892266786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_HeoyeIaqGY/TbUDwO-GtSI/AAAAAAAABuM/YCfAnIBLnGY/s320/134.JPG" border="0" /&gt; On Saturday afternoon, we went to Corona to see the Foate's for an Easter egg hunt and El's birthday party! The hunt was on this ranch/orchard property that was very beautiful and large! They hid 400 eggs for the kids! The front yard was for the kids 3 and under while the field was for the older kids! They had mango salsa, a cheese ball, cheese spread, and crab dip... delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599387445963334498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4xDQu4DM2GI/TbUFNxxtI2I/AAAAAAAABuk/PkuruwxSBNE/s320/138.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This time I put Jackson down right by an egg so he could "discover" it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599387444923548370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XyrSFYL3isk/TbUFNt5zQtI/AAAAAAAABuc/MxE-JagMGQQ/s320/140.JPG" border="0" /&gt; He examined it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then walked around with it happy as a clam to be watching the scurrying kids around him! Look at that quizzical brow! I love it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599387454468150130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KgZ21TAD1C4/TbUFORdaU3I/AAAAAAAABus/5mUe2iAnTmg/s320/136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599387436407429618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-267TTeaGi2Y/TbUFNOLZmfI/AAAAAAAABuU/T3c_R6lN27A/s320/142.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then they got out their power wheel tractor and jeep... which one did Ashlyn want? Grandpa Holdaway, G-Pa, and Grampy would be so proud!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-4473068636389157906?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/4473068636389157906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=4473068636389157906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4473068636389157906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/4473068636389157906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/04/4-days-of-easter.html' title='4 days of Easter'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-xqdELydxNrE/TbUDus3yjjI/AAAAAAAABts/ZGNm3EWdfkg/s72-c/123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-7572566227640619126</id><published>2011-04-24T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T21:52:48.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This top picture was taken the Sunday before Easter... but Easter morning was not a happy occasion for me getting myself and the kids ready.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600118143664966882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylir8Dzmo3w/Tbedx-1ezOI/AAAAAAAABvE/Ibkx9PnUPcg/s320/142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600118134197878450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nH7g5baE39s/TbedxbkWfrI/AAAAAAAABu8/ZgOKbuVhUzA/s320/145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On Easter I wore a yellow outfit... but here's my fun new way of tying a scarf!! I am in love with scarves right now!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600118130174940722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YdlOmQn6IQA/TbedxMlNVjI/AAAAAAAABu0/6HLpcIRyeA0/s320/148.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After church we went to Deena's for an egg hunt and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2T187SHqbGk/TbedydB6MhI/AAAAAAAABvU/FByj7oy56Uc/s1600/147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600118151770157586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2T187SHqbGk/TbedydB6MhI/AAAAAAAABvU/FByj7oy56Uc/s320/147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They got some fun Easter "hats!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JH1en1LTBm0/TbedyO_GQ7I/AAAAAAAABvM/sCpKvdJ-clM/s1600/145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600118148000269234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JH1en1LTBm0/TbedyO_GQ7I/AAAAAAAABvM/sCpKvdJ-clM/s320/145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; J wanted nothing more than to rip these ears off his head... the velcro was very strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600119284174896818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TORD4RlPrDE/Tbee0XkPPrI/AAAAAAAABvc/pwv4YjMIh4c/s320/148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;These two girls collected all of the eggs in 3 minutes and 45 seconds! Impressive! Even Jackson got in on the action and collected 4 eggs that were on the grass. He would walk over, pick up an egg, plop down to inspect it, shake it, and then put it in his his basket that I'd place beside him... and go to the next egg and repeat! Nice job bud! I did have to fend off the two girls from taking his eggs after the rest of the back yard was picked clean! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600119291594303682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pVCx6TQ2wb8/Tbee0zNKaMI/AAAAAAAABvk/mdNJlpc0mo0/s320/150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This time when we went inside to crack the eggs for the loot... Jackson knew that what was inside was for eating! :) Though he didn't get any he was happy biting the candy in its wrapper, throwing it to the ground, and picking up another from the basket!&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/635251519347812500-7572566227640619126?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/7572566227640619126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=7572566227640619126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/7572566227640619126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/7572566227640619126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-part-2.html' title='Easter part 2'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-ylir8Dzmo3w/Tbedx-1ezOI/AAAAAAAABvE/Ibkx9PnUPcg/s72-c/142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-9081570305087433806</id><published>2011-04-19T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T09:21:56.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess who's going to the Kentucky Derby next year!?!? WE ARE! I don't even know when it is, but it's my main exciting part about moving to Kentucky this summer!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I can't wait to get a huge hat like the ones on My Fair Lady! I know I'll look just like Audrey Hepburn. Gettin' our overalls on and becoming friends with the horse people! I anticipate learning how to make some amazing fried chicken... it will truly be &lt;em&gt;Kentucky&lt;/em&gt; Fried Chicken! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congrats to Danny for getting into the Public Administration and Policy PhD program! We're so proud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-9081570305087433806?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/9081570305087433806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=9081570305087433806&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/9081570305087433806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/9081570305087433806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/04/family-update.html' title='Family Update'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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-635251519347812500.post-8630878681532745886</id><published>2011-04-18T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T09:24:32.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny quotes from Ash</title><content type='html'>1. G-Pa showed Ashlyn his 6 inch scar on the side of his knee and told her a story about it being a shark bite. A few days ago, Ashlyn was showing me her scratches, bumps, and bruises and after pointing to the scratches on her knee she said, "GPa has a shark bite on his leg!" It was really funny for her to remember his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.While in PA, she was sitting on the toilet to go poop and she couldn't push it out. This is what she told me with the saddest eyes, "my bum's broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Tonight we were sitting at the table eating dinner and she said this-"I scare kids at school like this" with this face pictured below. Out of nowhere. I have no idea where she got it from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597327045286814626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vKHSc55VpCg/Ta2zSrIB46I/AAAAAAAABtk/8Z5Q00KyBks/s320/153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597327036611377106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XpST0OHy2S0/Ta2zSKzpN9I/AAAAAAAABtc/0DNLk35sVBk/s320/152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. She giggles as she tells me what others have just said, "Kids say bucket," "Daddy say be right back," "Jackson say 'ba'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. This girl LOVES applesauce! We go through two of the HUGE containers a week! If you even just talk about it, she wants to eat it right away... even if she has just finished eating! This morning I dished her up a very small bowl of applesauce to appease her while the oatmeal was cooking. She finished and then said, "I want some more applesauce... just a lot!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.She likes to associate objects with those she's seen them on: courtney's curly hair, shilo's shiny flat shoes, DeeDee's draping black cover up, G-Ma's exercise sandals... she's constantly telling me where I get my fashion ideas from!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.About every other day, we at some point rock in the rocking chair together. Usually I list off things she's done that I'm proud of her for (i.e., helping Jackson get his toy that a child took from him at Aerobics, playing nicely with her friends, cleaning the windows with me, putting her toys away, washing the dishes...) and then I always end by listing those who love her and then I say, "You are so special. You're Mommy's big helper. You're Daddy's sweetheart, and you're G-Pa's Izba." She always giggles and repeats "Izba!" and if she wants me to repeat it she'll say Izba with a question intonation. Whenever we talk to G-Pa on the phone she whispers to me, "G-pa said Izba!"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597327033081578434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OI1FRozpesM/Ta2zR9qEw8I/AAAAAAAABtU/LcQBwc_4FFQ/s320/128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. And her most commonly said phrase, "Mom, look at me!" while making a funny pose.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597324412447077074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LYLH3nS5zsM/Ta2w5bCHstI/AAAAAAAABs8/5XdZv_0M3Go/s320/136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597324421328644610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NnxhAoYymro/Ta2w58HpqgI/AAAAAAAABtE/6EjCZb3BbZs/s320/137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597324406764090338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ghZ3qLMIsBU/Ta2w5F3MM-I/AAAAAAAABs0/y5cBZjatQuQ/s320/134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597324398640483378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-biKgVB1XisE/TafOoxKobDI/AAAAAAAABsc/mmY4kP5HE_Y/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beckham was blessed Conference Sunday. He had the cutest little jacket on. It was a very sweet blessing for such a sweet little guy. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jKh3wTqa8v8/TafOoIgWxCI/AAAAAAAABsM/8VKdyDa4sr0/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595668250904413218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jKh3wTqa8v8/TafOoIgWxCI/AAAAAAAABsM/8VKdyDa4sr0/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dirty Grandma and Grampy waited to start driving back to Canada until after the blessing. They are so awesome! Funny Story: As soon as Grandma arrived for the blessing, she immediately went to the kitchen to help finish the luncheon preparations. She opened the fridge and out popped a huge jar of pickles, shattering all over the floor!! We started making jokes about how she makes such a grand entrance, likes to be in the spotlight, etc.... she was so embarrassed! But it was Dirty Dan who had just put the pickles away, so really the next person to touch the fridge was going to take the fall-- sorry Dirty Grandma! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3msJYx-xI78/TafOn1GuE8I/AAAAAAAABsE/Yyd-XKfi6vk/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595668245696615362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3msJYx-xI78/TafOn1GuE8I/AAAAAAAABsE/Yyd-XKfi6vk/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rhys and Ashlyn are such fun cousins and great friends! They both ask for each other and play soooo well together! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtWljrgZMbU/TafNYmUsUxI/AAAAAAAABr8/TwwlU4X2qAM/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595666884519023378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtWljrgZMbU/TafNYmUsUxI/AAAAAAAABr8/TwwlU4X2qAM/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They loved to follow each other around, and their little conversations were so cute! For quite a few days after the Aida's went home, Ashlyn would look at me and say, "I want to play with Rhys. Let's go to Papa's house." or "Daddy going to Papa's house to see Rhys. I wanna go too!" And still about every few days she asks where Rhys is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FIxVbcwbqJU/TafNYVovMJI/AAAAAAAABr0/LhPXV7MeKO4/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595666880039694482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FIxVbcwbqJU/TafNYVovMJI/AAAAAAAABr0/LhPXV7MeKO4/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two thought it was so funny to hide in Deena's vacuum closet. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595668260506523666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3wVrWmOc1ks/TafOosRrWBI/AAAAAAAABsU/VO2NbJtH8GQ/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jackson looks so adorable in his suit!! Thanks Dylan for passing along the handsome outfits! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, at his 10 month well baby check up he is 22.5lbs in the 75th percentile and 30 inches tall in the 90th percentile. Go J GO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LiY7FEFKKtM/TafNX3JakiI/AAAAAAAABrs/TdCnpNhIqJA/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595666871855256098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LiY7FEFKKtM/TafNX3JakiI/AAAAAAAABrs/TdCnpNhIqJA/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Side note: Jackson is in an upright car seat and is loving it! These two just sit there entertaining each other. So fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vZ2l0IeG7V0/TafNXo1O2oI/AAAAAAAABrk/PfoXU3Bc4lw/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595666868012505730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vZ2l0IeG7V0/TafNXo1O2oI/AAAAAAAABrk/PfoXU3Bc4lw/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We celebrated Grampy's birthday with cupcakes, angel food cake, and... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lPRR4ktiTEI/TafNXNmPJTI/AAAAAAAABrc/SenzQFcgdyc/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595666860701852978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lPRR4ktiTEI/TafNXNmPJTI/AAAAAAAABrc/SenzQFcgdyc/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... going to Cheesecake Factory! Delicious! Chicken Madiera... amazing! The kids did well until I brought out Jackson's applesauce... Ashlyn had a fit wanting to eat it. I now pack enough for both of them- won't.make.that.mistake.again! What a Meltdown!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-2870494007039695335?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/2870494007039695335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=2870494007039695335&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/2870494007039695335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/2870494007039695335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/04/aidas-in-town.html' title='Aida&apos;s in Town'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-biKgVB1XisE/TafOoxKobDI/AAAAAAAABsc/mmY4kP5HE_Y/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-7063066634825990699</id><published>2011-04-03T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:37:07.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>photo shoot part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Between sessions we went on a walk and found this gorgeous bush in someone's yard. She is so good at creating poses I just couldn't stop taking pictures. So here's another long string of photos to enjoy.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8vX4ILPxBPw/TZlYVhEh_hI/AAAAAAAABrE/F8S_DAxaS4U/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591597539035053586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8vX4ILPxBPw/TZlYVhEh_hI/AAAAAAAABrE/F8S_DAxaS4U/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SR7ylCBgiZQ/TZlYVbbhX5I/AAAAAAAABq8/wGXFUU_Qj6Y/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591597537520869266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SR7ylCBgiZQ/TZlYVbbhX5I/AAAAAAAABq8/wGXFUU_Qj6Y/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvnS4tUB52Q/TZlYUzQJVnI/AAAAAAAABq0/T3Tg1nRzR0s/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591597526735738482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvnS4tUB52Q/TZlYUzQJVnI/AAAAAAAABq0/T3Tg1nRzR0s/s320/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-02cLZ0SUlHk/TZlYUu39YbI/AAAAAAAABqs/lhWpsZJg0bw/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591597525560549810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-02cLZ0SUlHk/TZlYUu39YbI/AAAAAAAABqs/lhWpsZJg0bw/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzf6VSsy-3w/TZlW_30GnAI/AAAAAAAABqk/8sux7xWibHY/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591596067671415810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzf6VSsy-3w/TZlW_30GnAI/AAAAAAAABqk/8sux7xWibHY/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-30tL4xJDrk4/TZlW_vYriBI/AAAAAAAABqc/6OjvpwGWPOk/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591596065408911378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-30tL4xJDrk4/TZlW_vYriBI/AAAAAAAABqc/6OjvpwGWPOk/s320/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYK4xr97C6E/TZlW_cEYnmI/AAAAAAAABqU/XBoVOSnTh7M/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591596060223512162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYK4xr97C6E/TZlW_cEYnmI/AAAAAAAABqU/XBoVOSnTh7M/s320/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pxPi8mEaHGw/TZlW_Ang9TI/AAAAAAAABqM/gyqIj5ygBuA/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591596052854666546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pxPi8mEaHGw/TZlW_Ang9TI/AAAAAAAABqM/gyqIj5ygBuA/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TSSSr4XBcmM/TZlW-_0FMmI/AAAAAAAABqE/5sUPTi4QoI8/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591596052638937698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TSSSr4XBcmM/TZlW-_0FMmI/AAAAAAAABqE/5sUPTi4QoI8/s320/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She spotted this swing and loved it! I was worried that we'd get in trouble... so we left quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-7063066634825990699?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/7063066634825990699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=7063066634825990699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/7063066634825990699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/7063066634825990699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/04/photo-shoot-part-2.html' title='photo shoot part 2'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-8vX4ILPxBPw/TZlYVhEh_hI/AAAAAAAABrE/F8S_DAxaS4U/s72-c/050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-8955535003008931745</id><published>2011-04-03T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:05:27.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>general conference photo shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were showered, dressed, and ready for Saturday morning's General Conference... and she looked so cute! I just had to take some pictures!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zRXV6LeSVSg/TZlQKAFgeMI/AAAAAAAABp8/e9Nd5corM4g/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591588545109194946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zRXV6LeSVSg/TZlQKAFgeMI/AAAAAAAABp8/e9Nd5corM4g/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2vzDW0jmzE/TZlQJ6EP2UI/AAAAAAAABp0/fhz9g-AZ3TE/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591588543493298498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2vzDW0jmzE/TZlQJ6EP2UI/AAAAAAAABp0/fhz9g-AZ3TE/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bQAc5mqh86Y/TZlQJid4hhI/AAAAAAAABps/cvrQgpYwHfU/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591588537158370834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bQAc5mqh86Y/TZlQJid4hhI/AAAAAAAABps/cvrQgpYwHfU/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lbJgkiu6MyE/TZlQJVbNxhI/AAAAAAAABpk/AiwxorF_kTE/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591588533657519634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lbJgkiu6MyE/TZlQJVbNxhI/AAAAAAAABpk/AiwxorF_kTE/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F6K1b6N--Hs/TZlOlfC6xgI/AAAAAAAABpc/8hMUaZA8jiQ/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591586818253047298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F6K1b6N--Hs/TZlOlfC6xgI/AAAAAAAABpc/8hMUaZA8jiQ/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is her main pose when you ask her to pose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A434RHO2bkg/TZlOlDv4G1I/AAAAAAAABpU/-5F7wN6jR64/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591586810925423442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A434RHO2bkg/TZlOlDv4G1I/AAAAAAAABpU/-5F7wN6jR64/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...when you ask her to point her toes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cYCPSi4dNwA/TZlOk6t8w7I/AAAAAAAABpM/f6PrhOVPzm8/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591586808501420978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cYCPSi4dNwA/TZlOk6t8w7I/AAAAAAAABpM/f6PrhOVPzm8/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N7Me1WVdyUk/TZlOki4aKJI/AAAAAAAABpE/3aLMQQYEUqA/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591586802102839442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N7Me1WVdyUk/TZlOki4aKJI/AAAAAAAABpE/3aLMQQYEUqA/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMGSbSKPf3g/TZlOkQN3NdI/AAAAAAAABo8/Lf8BB8bJZP0/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591586797092550098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMGSbSKPf3g/TZlOkQN3NdI/AAAAAAAABo8/Lf8BB8bJZP0/s320/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-8955535003008931745?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/8955535003008931745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=8955535003008931745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/8955535003008931745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/8955535003008931745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/04/general-conference-photo-shoot.html' title='general conference photo shoot'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-zRXV6LeSVSg/TZlQKAFgeMI/AAAAAAAABp8/e9Nd5corM4g/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-6982585611825788904</id><published>2011-04-03T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T08:52:22.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun day's work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XRWBlXu0B_U/TZlKkjbnDcI/AAAAAAAABo0/qcQg2Zt3LJQ/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591582404203974082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XRWBlXu0B_U/TZlKkjbnDcI/AAAAAAAABo0/qcQg2Zt3LJQ/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love waking up to the pretty sun rises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_UcAofJHRms/TZlKkSIkUgI/AAAAAAAABos/3A5LS7yMdEg/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591582399560700418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_UcAofJHRms/TZlKkSIkUgI/AAAAAAAABos/3A5LS7yMdEg/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were dressed to go to Disneyland, but it fell through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fYW0qvjp7xo/TZlKkBsfy3I/AAAAAAAABok/qhU0R4B_c4c/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591582395147996018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fYW0qvjp7xo/TZlKkBsfy3I/AAAAAAAABok/qhU0R4B_c4c/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...so we went on a walk with her tutu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in a hard day's work! :)&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/635251519347812500-6982585611825788904?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/6982585611825788904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=6982585611825788904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6982585611825788904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/6982585611825788904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/04/fun-days-work.html' title='fun day&apos;s work'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-XRWBlXu0B_U/TZlKkjbnDcI/AAAAAAAABo0/qcQg2Zt3LJQ/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-7227255906366305484</id><published>2011-04-03T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T21:12:51.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>modeling new panties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;G.Ma took Ashlyn to get new princess panties, and she came back to show her panties! Boo took these pictures! These are in the sequence that she posed!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Oc8MoI65xU/TZlDCTbCK9I/AAAAAAAABoU/xgUIcQalc1I/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591574119209642962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Oc8MoI65xU/TZlDCTbCK9I/AAAAAAAABoU/xgUIcQalc1I/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rz77hHBWPP0/TZlDCKfk2YI/AAAAAAAABoM/KFOx3RHSBXw/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591574116812773762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rz77hHBWPP0/TZlDCKfk2YI/AAAAAAAABoM/KFOx3RHSBXw/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jjJV8_M184o/TZlDB9kfI3I/AAAAAAAABoE/wJBGEtdkgKY/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591574113343710066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jjJV8_M184o/TZlDB9kfI3I/AAAAAAAABoE/wJBGEtdkgKY/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H3jJaj8nFH4/TZlCTnCPbgI/AAAAAAAABn8/44pyvj5XbS8/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591573317020511746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H3jJaj8nFH4/TZlCTnCPbgI/AAAAAAAABn8/44pyvj5XbS8/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rY7nx6MyfB4/TZlCTKKtM-I/AAAAAAAABn0/0cIdDcsFzH4/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591573309271389154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rY7nx6MyfB4/TZlCTKKtM-I/AAAAAAAABn0/0cIdDcsFzH4/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1n533pKhiY/TZlCSwvk5EI/AAAAAAAABns/aqmb41JeS6s/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591573302446711874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1n533pKhiY/TZlCSwvk5EI/AAAAAAAABns/aqmb41JeS6s/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nBReVb8Vbxg/TZlCSiCy8pI/AAAAAAAABnk/dwQon631jpU/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591573298500792978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nBReVb8Vbxg/TZlCSiCy8pI/AAAAAAAABnk/dwQon631jpU/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zcSr9JV81to/TZlCSAhGeFI/AAAAAAAABnc/IKn67K0H1Ns/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591573289501096018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zcSr9JV81to/TZlCSAhGeFI/AAAAAAAABnc/IKn67K0H1Ns/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; okay so this last one has some butt cheekies showing... Ashlyn is such a funny girl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635251519347812500-7227255906366305484?l=dkwoodbury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/feeds/7227255906366305484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635251519347812500&amp;postID=7227255906366305484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/7227255906366305484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635251519347812500/posts/default/7227255906366305484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkwoodbury.blogspot.com/2011/04/modeling-new-panties.html' title='modeling new panties'/><author><name>Danny and Kristen Woodbury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671141182111851048</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/-6Oc8MoI65xU/TZlDCTbCK9I/AAAAAAAABoU/xgUIcQalc1I/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635251519347812500.post-1289968086814040710</id><published>2011-04-02T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T22:25:10.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walk like a man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t_xKz1adtoA/TZf5XfhJ3YI/AAAAAAAABnU/DjocqysHJcI/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591211644396625282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto
