tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63872090423656534182024-02-19T09:16:18.640-08:00Walters WigglesWhere we've wiggled to lately...Kjrstinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05715011026926822084noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387209042365653418.post-56770167411312664842011-06-27T12:11:00.000-07:002011-06-27T12:11:59.847-07:00Tour de Walters<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Well, it's almost time for the Tour de France. So, to get you all in the spirit we did our own tour. Yep, real cool. Ok, not so much. Here is the much asked for video tour of our house. Be warned, I didn't try to do anything to prevent motion sickness for all y'all.<br />
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Hopefully, it doesn't take too long to load. If it does, let me know, since I'm new to this aspect of blogging.</div>Kjrstinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05715011026926822084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387209042365653418.post-66775443227244026422011-05-17T20:06:00.000-07:002011-05-17T20:06:13.926-07:00Moab<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Steve, Sage and I went down to Moab last weekend. We went down to compete in the Moab XTerra Triathlon races. Steve and I did the Olympic Road race, meaning we didn't mountain bike it, but road on the road. Clever.<br />
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The race was good. Got our trash kicked, as we're pretty out of shape. This was the motivating race to get us working out this spring. Well, as it turns out, it's hard to work out while moving and getting settled and otherwise being busy. Have I mentioned that I have a hard time being consistent with working out ever since Sage was born? Yes, it's hard for me. <br />
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Anyway, back to the race. The swim was in Ken's lake, which was nice and chilly. We had rented wetsuits, but still it was cold. It took me the first 5 minutes or so of the race to even catch my breath. Every time I put my face in the water I'd gasp for breath. It was actually pretty frustrating for me, since swimming is the easiest part of a tri for me. I got pretty anxious and had to really control my head to stay focused and know that I was ok. <br />
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The bike was ok, more uphill than I would have liked. But the downhill was awesome!!!! The run was really good. I was surprised. I don't usually like trail running, but that was a blast. It was nice because Steve and I ran together, so that was fun. Slow, yes we were, but we had fun. <br />
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Now we're more motivated to keep working out and racing. We'll see what the rest of the summer brings. I was going to post photos from the race, but the ones online are horrible (and I couldn't copy and paste them... can't steal images after running our own photo business). Some friends snagged some photos of us, so when I get those, I'll post them up.<br />
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A huge thanks to Heather and Spencer Babcock for watching Sage during the race!!!!!! And thanks to Karl and Sarah Jarvis for hanging out with us before and after. Good friends are a great thing!</div>Kjrstinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05715011026926822084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387209042365653418.post-18290301515773337812011-05-17T19:52:00.000-07:002011-05-17T19:52:50.513-07:00Wocky<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/K7_Bp87ahw8/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K7_Bp87ahw8?f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K7_Bp87ahw8?f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br />
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This is a video of Sage doing her new favorite activity, rocking. Enjoy!</div>Kjrstinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05715011026926822084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387209042365653418.post-33116709752406539312011-05-08T21:26:00.000-07:002011-05-08T21:26:14.216-07:00INTERNET<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Happy Mom's Day to all the Moms out there. :)<div><br />
</div><div>I'm very pleased to announce that we have the internet at our house again. We made an attempt to live internet free at our house, but, lemme tell ya, it's no fun. So, we bit the bullet and we're now married to Comcast for a year. Well, ok, not married, but paying them to attach us to the vastness of information and the connection filled world of the net. </div><div><br />
</div><div>So, I will hopefully blog more frequently again. And participate in everyone else's blogs again as well. </div><div><br />
</div><div>My Mother's Day has been nice. Some breakfast cooked by Steve-o the magnificent. Great hugs from Sage-aroni. Good times at church in our new ward. Then a fantastic nap, dinner with my mom at my sister's house and then a quick hello at Steve's parents. And now back home to surf before going to bed. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Great day. Thanks Steve for changing almost all of Sage's diapers today! :) </div></div>Kjrstinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05715011026926822084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387209042365653418.post-58044862345529873482011-05-03T18:23:00.001-07:002011-05-03T18:23:58.148-07:00We're inOk, so someone mentioned to me that I haven't updated the blog to say that we moved. <br /><br />WE MOVED! <br /><br />We're in the new house and loving it. I don't have pictures at the moment because I keep waiting for it to look "done" and I think that will never really happen. <br /><br />Anyway, after I pick up after Sage, I'll try and get some pictures posted.<br /><br />So, all grown up and have a house. Fun!<br />Kjrstinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05715011026926822084noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387209042365653418.post-11801403419557080872011-03-06T19:36:00.001-08:002011-03-06T19:36:17.963-08:00House updates<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/06/3586.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/06/s_3586.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Kitchen floor, all dusty.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/06/3587.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/06/s_3587.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Kitchen cabinets installed. Bad photo, I'll get a better one when the counter tops are installed.<br /><br />Steve did a great job installing the tile, but I'm lame and haven't taken a photo yet. <br /><br />Word is they'll paint this Tuesday or Wednesday. <br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Kjrstinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05715011026926822084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387209042365653418.post-54713079569866444792011-03-01T19:51:00.001-08:002011-03-01T19:51:45.511-08:00To my women readers,Read this article and tell me what are your thoughts.<br /><br />Guilt, Motherhood and the Pursuit of Perfection<br />By Karen Kleiman, MSW, LCSW on February 26, 2011 - 12:38pm<br /><br /><br />Ah, the pursuit of perfecting mothering. How much is too much? What if it's not enough? What kind of damage will I impose on my children if I do it the wrong way? Whatever the issue, whatever the question, whatever the proposed solution, mothers have, for decades, backed themselves into a no-win corner. It's never enough. Or it's not right. Not exactly. They've passed through phases of Donna Reed and Leave it to Beaver mothers. They've tried working and staying at home. They've tried working and staying at home. They have compared themselves to those mothers (whom we all know) who seem dangerously similar to the fictional character of the Stepford Wife. They've tried holding on and letting go. Still, mothers today are left with one tenacious response: guilt.<br /><br />Guilt is so pervasive that many mothers, particularly those who are depressed, presume it is a natural part of mothering, one that is inescapable in this day and age. Judith Warner describes the plight of American women today in her book, Perfect Madness (2005):<br /><br />"Too many [women] are becoming anxious and depressed because they are overwhelmed and disappointed. Too many are letting their lives be poisoned by guilt because their expectations can't be met, and because there is an enormous cognitive dissonance between what they know to be right for themselves and what they're told is right for their children." .<br /><br />Pressure comes from all sides and settles uncomfortably in the laps of women trying to do everything the right way. Women say they are reluctant to speak about their feelings:<br /><br />I felt harassed. I didn't want to talk to anyone about how I was feeling. It's like I was a bad mother because I didn't want to breastfeed.<br /><br />I didn't feel prepared to have a baby. I was afraid to tell anyone that I couldn't stand being alone with the baby. It made me feel incompetent and anxious. I was scared to death to be alone with him.<br /><br />The conflicting messages espoused by countless parenting advocates are enough to make anyone wonder if they are doing it right: Babies should always sleep on their backs. (Really? Mine would have protested vehemently.) Babies should cry it out. Don't ever let babies cry when they are too young, for too long. Baby-wearing is a great way to establish and maintain total need fulfillment (whose?) and maximize attachment. Does daycare promote socialization or will it increase separation anxiety (and whose anxiety are we talking about?). Do good mothers leave their children to go to work? (Of course they do.)<br /><br />I determined very early on that I would be a much better mother to my children if I returned to work, part-time at first. The part-time option sounded perfect. I could be home early to spend more time with my baby, and it felt right, since I was too tired to work a full day anyway. It has always been easy for me -- I'm not particularly proud to say -- to be selfish, or self-serving during those early postpartum months and put my needs right up there next to those of my baby. I have a slight rebellious streak that dates as far back as I can remember, true to my Baby Boomer form. I can still remember the exultation I felt walking into the high school gymnasium with my boyfriend clad in jeans to the formal prom. I remember the work boots I wore with colored socks accompanied by a mini skirt to go along with it, long before it was a fashion statement, simply because I hoped I could get away with it.<br /><br />Similarly, as I entered the world of motherhood, I recoiled from what was expected of me, whether that pressure came from my family, or society as a whole, and found comfort in doing things that felt comfortable to me even if it mean ruffling some feathers. That didn't mean I wasn't tempted to surrender, however, when I found myself sucked into the pressure-cooker of "opportunities" for young mothers and their babies. Longing for daytime companionship, I took my four-month-old son to a local baby gym class. I am positive he did not care whether he was in this brightly decorated room filled with expensive baby-friendly, brain-enhancing equipment, or whether he was snug in our living room surrounded by unvacuumed dog-hair and a Sesame Street video that had looped in repetition for the fifth time. I sat for a while, in the circle of neurotic competitiveness, listening to mothers chatter on about whose baby was doing what and how many activities they had squeezed into their sleep-deprived schedules. My head swelled with the rude sights and sounds of one mother trying to outdo another. Why was I there, I asked myself, and who, exactly, expected this of me?<br /><br />That was the first and last class to which I would drag myself.<br /><br />It was then that I decided that if I were to maintain my sanity, I would pledge to:<br /><br />Not go to baby classes programmed to make my baby smarter, faster, more agile, or speak foreign languages.<br />Not compare myself to others.<br />Not compare my baby to others.<br />Do what I needed to do for me and bring my baby along in the process.<br />Do the best I can.<br />Not be hard on myself if I failed to live up to unrealistic expectations.<br />Ask for help when I needed it.<br />Trust my instincts.<br />The pressure to be perfect<br /><br />In spite of all the ways women have advanced with liberated glory, sadly, there remains a pressure to be perfect. No where do we see this which such fervor as in the American culture. So what's to be done? Therapists who work with postpartum women witness the crushing effects of this pressure. The pressure of cultural directives to be smarter, better dressed, and thinner than the rest, looms over vulnerable new mothers and takes its toll. We note the insidious stress creasing the tired face that sits before us. How do we soothe her? It's a daunting task to try to offset such far reaching demands put forth by the society in which we live.<br /><br />Within her quest for comfort and meaning, therapists may represent the voice of reason amidst the clash of cultural mandates. In today's world, there is way too much access to information, way too many opinions, and far too many choices. New mothers often spin with indecision, resulting in deadlock from both trivial (which never, ever feel trivial) and significant choices. A woman's mother-in-law might be telling her which decision to make and why, commercials are enticing her, social groups are encouraging her in a different direction altogether, and, then, just to top it all off, there's the shrill and constant tape in her own head looping over and over again.<br /><br />By the time she reaches a therapist's office, she needs someone to tell her that none of these things matter as much as she thinks they do. That's a tall order and one that doesn't sit well with hypervigilant, control-freaky, symptomatic mothers who are desperately trying to take charge of their lives.<br /><br />Women are making themselves sick with expectations of perfection. This can come from many sources. It can be the result of hard-driving, high achieving parents, or it can be a personality type. It can stem from an underlying obsessive-compulsive disorder, or it can come from a biologic predisposition. It can be the product of societal demands. It can be the result of abuse, trauma or another major life disturbance, or it can just be because it is. Regardless of the origin, it needs to be identified and modified. In the end, women need to learn that they can indeed be alone with themselves and find peace there. It's a concept that is foreign to many women. Some may claim to be fed up with the myth of the perfect mother etched in their obsessive minds and reinforced by commercialism, but it remains pervasive, and we see the consequences of that pressure every day.<br /><br />Mothers need to hear that it's okay follow their good instincts and it's okay to make mistakes.<br /><br />Then, they need to hear that again, and once again.<br /><br />Adapted from Therapy and the Postpartum Woman Routledge, 2009<br /><br />© Karen Kleiman 2011 Postpartumstress.com<br /><br /><br />http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/isnt-what-i-expected/201102/guilt-motherhood-and-the-pursuit-perfection<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Kjrstinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05715011026926822084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387209042365653418.post-27556588835802993002011-02-20T18:06:00.001-08:002011-02-20T18:06:32.091-08:00New house photoHere's the latest photo of our house. All wrapped up.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/20/3155.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/20/s_3155.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Kjrstinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05715011026926822084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387209042365653418.post-3983886849992569712011-02-10T10:55:00.000-08:002011-02-10T10:55:39.894-08:00New House<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Ok, so some of you know that we're in the process of building a new house. It's been exciting and a headache at times. I'm sure we'll still have lots of both. Here are a couple photos of the process so far. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This was a couple of days ago. I think all the roof is on now. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Kjrstinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05715011026926822084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387209042365653418.post-60453580876361021902011-01-30T14:50:00.000-08:002011-01-30T14:50:03.908-08:00Photos from yurt snowshoe trip<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijjDZ9fv2fv7GGz0bl6K3xjFgStEY6Kn_C3JSYfIg4MiDrCWBv1GS_uvAviHdAR-u56aQmfv0YF9_gko0qMLxhyphenhyphen_H2RZhigKzbfFY94bFZd1go0gkpFLhj3MhNSGeoI_gv7BQtDgk562Q/s1600/_MG_4212_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijjDZ9fv2fv7GGz0bl6K3xjFgStEY6Kn_C3JSYfIg4MiDrCWBv1GS_uvAviHdAR-u56aQmfv0YF9_gko0qMLxhyphenhyphen_H2RZhigKzbfFY94bFZd1go0gkpFLhj3MhNSGeoI_gv7BQtDgk562Q/s320/_MG_4212_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Kjrstinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05715011026926822084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387209042365653418.post-50888194349193607172011-01-18T16:34:00.000-08:002011-01-18T16:34:30.000-08:00Couch Surfing and YurtingHi all!<br />
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I'm going to write this up while entertaining Sage at the same time. We'll see how successful I can be.<br />
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So, we offically moved out of our apartment on Dec 31. Since then, we have been staying with my parents in Spanish Fork Canyon. Until yesterday, then we moved all our junk (well, not ALL, we have a whole storage unit full of stuff) to Steve's parents' house in Provo. We're so grateful for our families.<br />
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Last Saturday, we did venture out with the Francis clan and the Babcock clan, and stayed overnight in a yurt at Rockport State Park. I'd never even heard of Rockport, but Julie found it. It's east of Park City by about 20 minutes or so. The snow wasn't amazing, but I don't think it is anywhere in the state. But, we got in two snowshoeing hikes. The best part of snowshoeing was testing out my newest DIY project. A homemade ski conversion kit for our Chariot stroller. I saved us about $215 by doing it homemade style. It still needs some tuning, but overall, it skied well, even handled some mildly rocky terrain (with some help). No photos yet. <br />
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The house we want to buy is starting to be built. They poured the foundation/basement. We're still doing paperwork, so can't say it's ours' yet. I'll post photos when it's official. <br />
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Ok, Sage meltdown has begun. Adios!Kjrstinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05715011026926822084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387209042365653418.post-45732459079921314112010-09-23T12:13:00.000-07:002010-09-23T12:13:38.776-07:00Still have internetSince our internet hasn't gotten canceled yet, I figured I should keep trying to blog. <br />
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This morning, we went to the dog park and Sage got to swing for a few minutes. Here's the video: <a href="https://qik.com/video/13692159">https://qik.com/video/13692159</a>. (not sure how to embed it in the blog)<br />
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Keene was sick last weekend. He had some kind of stomach/digestive issues. He got super dehydrated and had a fever and the runs. It got so bad that blood was coming out. We got him in at the vet (a friend of ours who is a great vet) at the <a href="http://www.cottonwoodanimalhospital.com/">Cottonwood Animal Hospital</a>. They ended up keeping him for 2 days on i.v.'s. He came home on Sunday evening and was pretty mellow. But now, he's back to normal, he's jumping off the walls, etc. It was scary to see him so sick, but we're glad that he's back to normal. <br />
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the tasty thai, the little thai restaurant on the corner, is great. we went there tonight with our friends, jess and ashlee anderson. steve took some pregnancy photos of them (ashlee is due in 2 days), so they bought us dinner. my, i love green curry. i love curry, really, of any sort. and that coconut milk soup (can't remember the thai name). oooooh. so good.<br />
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i made bread, three loaves within 5 days. two white bread loaves and one whole wheat. the white ones i tried first. they turned out pretty good. a bit dense, but tasty. then, on tuesday, i did the wheat one. but, i got even more adventurous, because i first ground up the wheat berries into flour, then made the bread. and guess what, it's edible. even good. steve likes it. next is tortillas.<br />
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fall is here, the leaves are turning orange. it's pretty.<br />
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sage stands up on her own all the time now. we're just waiting for those first steps. also, today, for the first time, she tried to expand her palette, by testing out keene's dog food. she choked on 2 pieces, but i had to wrestle the third one out of her mouth. oh, and she blew spit bubbles all over her face today for the first time. but, she wiped it away before i could get a picture.<br />
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we got our 4runner back today, after it being dead and in the shop for over a week. many dollars later, it's great to have stella back. she really is a great car. 268,000 miles and still rollin. <br />
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lindsay, not sure if you'll ever have time to read my blog again, but i've been thinking about you. congrats and good luck. being a mom is a trip (good and stressful, but mostly good).<br />
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ok, off to get the bike and trailer ready for a bike ride with julie tomorrow along the jordan river parkway. sage will love it. she loves the bike trailer. i will love it. i love bikes. and bike trailer. and spending time being active. and being with good friends. <br />
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sorry, no pictures. i'll try for that soon. although no promises, we're cancelling the internet here at the house, soon. experiments in doing more and being better.Kjrstinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05715011026926822084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387209042365653418.post-63590967651618519822010-07-03T02:18:00.000-07:002010-07-03T02:18:21.835-07:00AnniversaryThursday was our anniversary. 4 years. So cool. We took off work Thursday and Friday, because we were going to go camping in the Uintahs, but then we decided that it would be tons of work and we'd rather be more relaxed. So, Thursday we had real Belgian Waffles from <a href="http://www.brugeswaffles.com/main.php">Bruges' Waffles and Frites</a>.<br />
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Any thoughts?Kjrstinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05715011026926822084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387209042365653418.post-47291903734187161392010-05-20T09:00:00.000-07:002010-05-20T09:00:01.705-07:00Gilgal and other photos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2Sm_LJBbql8748E5yIZUN7C9a5FHIkTFvlVJ8eKSkbdCgrOiHgHfJXAJwHb0vp1r58ysnHFkf42jdq_0Ej5UhPNJvjwGQlR8uWucKmc8p0ZSmxB2xbq1BrGf6hulb5qTU6zbI4C03_Y/s1600/_MG_0739.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2Sm_LJBbql8748E5yIZUN7C9a5FHIkTFvlVJ8eKSkbdCgrOiHgHfJXAJwHb0vp1r58ysnHFkf42jdq_0Ej5UhPNJvjwGQlR8uWucKmc8p0ZSmxB2xbq1BrGf6hulb5qTU6zbI4C03_Y/s320/_MG_0739.JPG" /></a></div>Have you seen this before? What is it? Where is it? Who did this?<br />
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Well, just take a little visit down to the Gilgal park, just east of Trolley Square, and yes, you'll get to see the Joseph Smith sphinx. <br />
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The park is a sculpture garden full of Mormon based sculptures by a man who really loved big rocks and his faith. The Joseph Smith sphinx is the most popular/famous piece in the garden, but there are lots of others. It's actually a cool place to see, albeit a bit strange.<br />
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<a href="http://www.gilgalgarden.org/">Gilgal Garden</a>Kjrstinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05715011026926822084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387209042365653418.post-42127109765285984252010-05-19T09:00:00.000-07:002010-05-19T09:00:03.494-07:00Happy Easter, belated<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAmX_iAwUIFhM2_75FgSzumTpzYr2jVLo5-3aGC07W0oVm-YhW9qVe7edaUxitDoOj2-gNIVgiiqh0yYgDCaq7gK5_nSSrTzBtAdjFVX7y_7rMoG0Tl2ptP56LsBjjwxqNYrAw7v4ukl0/s1600/Easter+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAmX_iAwUIFhM2_75FgSzumTpzYr2jVLo5-3aGC07W0oVm-YhW9qVe7edaUxitDoOj2-gNIVgiiqh0yYgDCaq7gK5_nSSrTzBtAdjFVX7y_7rMoG0Tl2ptP56LsBjjwxqNYrAw7v4ukl0/s320/Easter+2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">here are some great pictures of sage, looking a bit too much like an easter egg herself. she had a fun easter time, mostly spending it with family. and she got a new/first swimsuit, to celebrate the springtime. </div>Kjrstinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05715011026926822084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387209042365653418.post-64977796649472313552010-05-18T09:00:00.000-07:002010-05-18T09:00:04.143-07:00Calf Creek Falls<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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It was a fast trip, but fun. It was Sage's first time in the backpack. She really seemed to like it. I liked the workout I got by carrying her, which was awesome, but still not as heavy as Steve's camera gear. :) <br />
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The hike was nice. Not too hot. The huge canyon walls were beautiful to look at. And, there were a number of people hiking, including lots of kids. So cool to see people out hiking and enjoying nature, instead of cooped up at home in front of a screen (like me right now).<br />
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Favorite quote of the trip, given to us by our campsite neighbors.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This last photo was taken at a place called Devil's Garden. It's about 10-12 miles down the Hole in the Rock Road. Fun place to see cool sandstone formations and cute little girls named Sage.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and now that i've made you question are parenting. no, sage didn't actually rappel down, we drove the chariot back down the trail. she just had to watch from the top. </div>Kjrstinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05715011026926822084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387209042365653418.post-74878370488338657162010-05-16T09:15:00.000-07:002010-05-16T09:15:00.525-07:00Sage, the cute one in the family<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfDX_WPPKYYGUnwsahZ-LDXvNCC3XkFZL1corsC9X0QZju19LCF2tgxT3If0tZVJ_E4nEgDqaUvlOYgjXFvyq76pUbsrHfDhkfJ2xQHkmE8mNfpCp3mutEfuK7SPrO_b4rWxtZo0kbKnE/s1600/_MG_1694-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfDX_WPPKYYGUnwsahZ-LDXvNCC3XkFZL1corsC9X0QZju19LCF2tgxT3If0tZVJ_E4nEgDqaUvlOYgjXFvyq76pUbsrHfDhkfJ2xQHkmE8mNfpCp3mutEfuK7SPrO_b4rWxtZo0kbKnE/s320/_MG_1694-1.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Sage has lots of cute moments. We try to either just appreciate them, or even better, appreciate and capture on camera. I'll keep trying to post them as I get my hands of the pictures.Kjrstinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05715011026926822084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387209042365653418.post-39179305130001320432010-05-15T14:15:00.000-07:002010-05-15T14:15:06.512-07:00Antelope Island<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>So, a couple months ago, Steve and I decided to get out of our apartment and go see something different. So, we drove up to Antelope Island (it's one of the islands in the middle of the Great Salt Lake). I grew up staring at it each night (amazing sunsets on the lake with that island in the middle), but had never been there. It's an interesting place. Here are some of the pics.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There are a lot of buffalo on Antelope Island. Here are some more:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and even a few left over from the 2002 Winter Olympics:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">And a couple of Sage and her parents. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had a nice day. Beautiful sunset, chilly wind, wild animals (lots of birds there, too), happy Sage, happy Steve and Kj.</div>Kjrstinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05715011026926822084noreply@blogger.com1