<?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-626558126751270486</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:13:14.993-08:00</updated><category term='Kenzie&apos;s 1st time on a Plane'/><category term='Kenzie at the Denver Airport'/><category term='Kaylee dressing up'/><category term='Kenzie and Papa'/><title type='text'>Remember When.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-8825666119008170160</id><published>2011-09-26T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T08:56:14.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has all the time gone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x3ZTNEXL47Y/ToCd53syCCI/AAAAAAAABAI/bujQ7gbXz7Q/s1600/5-6-2008%2B2%253B47%253B08%2BPM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656694749507225634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x3ZTNEXL47Y/ToCd53syCCI/AAAAAAAABAI/bujQ7gbXz7Q/s320/5-6-2008%2B2%253B47%253B08%2BPM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashton and Karwin when he was about 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cbpTBvdBLJM/ToCd6CPx3_I/AAAAAAAABAQ/rlgThcGAraY/s1600/5-6-2008%2B2%253B53%253B18%2BPM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656694752338370546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cbpTBvdBLJM/ToCd6CPx3_I/AAAAAAAABAQ/rlgThcGAraY/s320/5-6-2008%2B2%253B53%253B18%2BPM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dustin and Ashton when he was about 1.5 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-euqDOZk-M/ToCd5oDJpDI/AAAAAAAABAA/5M9JpPh1Xxs/s1600/5-6-2008%2B2%253B50%253B36%2BPM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656694745306080306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-euqDOZk-M/ToCd5oDJpDI/AAAAAAAABAA/5M9JpPh1Xxs/s320/5-6-2008%2B2%253B50%253B36%2BPM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashton when he was about 1.5 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CqKD7uAYUls/ToCd6o-DoyI/AAAAAAAABAg/4Bj1nUPOjs0/s1600/asthon%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656694762733019938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CqKD7uAYUls/ToCd6o-DoyI/AAAAAAAABAg/4Bj1nUPOjs0/s320/asthon%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashton when he was about 12 years. Not much changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcIGuXwUioI/ToCd6ax5XYI/AAAAAAAABAY/u4rEIocHdho/s1600/Ocean%2B1%2B07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656694758923918722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcIGuXwUioI/ToCd6ax5XYI/AAAAAAAABAY/u4rEIocHdho/s320/Ocean%2B1%2B07.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashton around 7 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GACiMkk25Os/ToCeVbxy56I/AAAAAAAABA4/422mxhad1Qg/s1600/HPIM0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656695223048398754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GACiMkk25Os/ToCeVbxy56I/AAAAAAAABA4/422mxhad1Qg/s320/HPIM0579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashton at 8 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q2wMZ5rHyZY/ToCeVRGMIaI/AAAAAAAABAw/FJrpjY5GmRs/s1600/HPIM2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656695220181148066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q2wMZ5rHyZY/ToCeVRGMIaI/AAAAAAAABAw/FJrpjY5GmRs/s320/HPIM2185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashton 12 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DtmW5wQit34/ToCeU9Yu4bI/AAAAAAAABAo/8xEGOA3SsBA/s1600/HPIM1913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656695214890213810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DtmW5wQit34/ToCeU9Yu4bI/AAAAAAAABAo/8xEGOA3SsBA/s320/HPIM1913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashton 13 years. Weird teenager!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we always say where does the time go, but I realized this year, when Kaylee started &lt;strong&gt;MIDDLE &lt;/strong&gt;school, that ashton will be in &lt;strong&gt;HIGH &lt;/strong&gt;school next year. Really? High school? That's the last leg of the trek. It took me forever to get to high school and now for my son it really is just around the corner. He is definitely a teenager with the hormones and moodiness to prove it but he is still so fun to be around. I know the time has gone fast but these next five years are going to go even faster. In five years, he might be turning in papers for a mission! Unbelievable! Any clues on how to get time to slow down???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-8825666119008170160?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8825666119008170160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=8825666119008170160' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8825666119008170160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8825666119008170160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-has-all-time-gone.html' title='Where has all the time gone!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/-x3ZTNEXL47Y/ToCd53syCCI/AAAAAAAABAI/bujQ7gbXz7Q/s72-c/5-6-2008%2B2%253B47%253B08%2BPM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-1810298381414260655</id><published>2011-09-26T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T08:35:24.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preshool</title><content type='html'>(When I find my camera I will have pictures to post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; started preschool this year. She is loving it. She goes to teacher Jill's in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;milleville&lt;/span&gt; and other than the drive, I love teacher Jill. I would have liked somewhere closer but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; is my child that doesn't like new things and she has been to teacher Jill's with Tara and Ryan so I thought that was my best choice. Her little friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brylee&lt;/span&gt; goes there too so it is working out great. She was a little nervous the first day but she went with no tears and no screams. Her and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brylee&lt;/span&gt; always ride together so I think that helps to always have a friend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves school but this was our conversation the other day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt;: How long do I have school for?&lt;br /&gt;Me: For two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt;: NO, till how old am I?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh you mean years... Until you are 18 at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt;: Well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I just want to stay home and watch TV!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well don't count on that too much. You got a long way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this isn't a prelude to how school is going to go for her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-1810298381414260655?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/1810298381414260655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=1810298381414260655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/1810298381414260655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/1810298381414260655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2011/09/preshool.html' title='Preshool'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-8285633164480504709</id><published>2011-09-26T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T08:21:27.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flu... Already?</title><content type='html'>Last week two of my kids that I took care of had a flu bug. Being the cautious person that I am, when I got home (it was 11pm) I stripped in my garage and came running in the house to shower. I didn't think Kenzie would still be up but she came running down the hall, saw me, and stepped back and said "did you go to work like that!" It was so funny. But despite my streaking and all I still brought home the flu. I came down with it Saturday morning and then Kenzie was throwing up Saturday night. It was a disaster. Kenzie was most unhappy and kept asking me why I got her sick. The worst was when her cousins were all next door and she couldn't go play with them. She just kept telling them "You can't come by me I'm sick" and then even started crying when she saw Maisey. I am happy to report we are feeling better and no one else has gotten sick... yet. I try to do my best to keep out the germs, but sometimes I guess I don't do good enough. I HATE the flu!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-8285633164480504709?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8285633164480504709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=8285633164480504709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8285633164480504709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8285633164480504709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2011/09/flu-already.html' title='The Flu... Already?'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-4239910411372293739</id><published>2011-09-26T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T08:11:47.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagoon!</title><content type='html'>I had taken &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; to the Ogden fair in Aug and she wanted to ride the rides so bad but they were expensive. So I let her ride one and came home to talk to Marty about taking the kids to Lagoon. I had realized that we hadn't been there since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; was about 9 months or so. We decided that school didn't start for another week and a half so we would take all the kids before then. Well I got a call the next day from Heather inviting us to Ken &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Garf's&lt;/span&gt; Lagoon day. Divine intervention of what! So the next Wednesday off we headed to Lagoon. I took my friend's little girl so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; would have someone to ride with and we had a blast. I got brave and let the kids go on their own so them and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tarrin&lt;/span&gt; just had free run of the park. They loved the freedom and I loved not hearing them whine about staying at baby rides! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; was in heaven. She didn't stop all day. Andy and Tiffany and their girls were there also so she had a bunch of cousins there. We missed Rob and Tara's family but it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; was a favorite in my book. It was so nice to see my kids get along and be happy. Thanks Kevin and Heather for inviting us and we will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; be doing that again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-4239910411372293739?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4239910411372293739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=4239910411372293739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4239910411372293739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4239910411372293739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2011/09/lagoon.html' title='Lagoon!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-7198519065569888732</id><published>2011-09-03T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T07:56:51.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally done!!!</title><content type='html'>So I was trying to post this from my Ipad but for some reason it would only let me put the title and I couldn't change it. So... now here's what I wanted to post. I am finally done with my first degree of school. I got my LPN in June and really can't believe that I am really finally done. It has taken me quite a while due to all my breaks with raising kids and Marty's job out of town and then with the last little surprise Kenzie but I am glad to say that I made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such wonderful girls that I went to school with and although I don't miss school one bit I can say I miss these five girls like crazy. We all had hopes that we would all get jobs together but that didn't happen so I have to settle for a one night a month date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kUWmWMRf_Gw/ToCR-kkyUCI/AAAAAAAAA_4/-bgpl1kf0WE/s1600/250557_1982455954919_1048812477_32298155_3660459_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656681636133228578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kUWmWMRf_Gw/ToCR-kkyUCI/AAAAAAAAA_4/-bgpl1kf0WE/s320/250557_1982455954919_1048812477_32298155_3660459_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my girls from school. couldn't have made it without them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working for a home care pediatric company that I love. I am surprised that I actually got a job doing pediatrics because it has always been my dream to work with long term disabled kids. This job has taught me to really appreciate my kids and how healthy they are. I know the teenagers are hard but I am grateful that they have the opportunity to be teenagers. Some of these little kids won't even live to be ten and if they do it will be trapped in a body that just doesn't work right. Why would I ever want to work around that you ask? I'll tell you. Some of the kids I have taken care of now and in the past have the sweetest spirits you will ever meet. You can actually feel them surrounded by angels and they all seem to have a very calm feeling within them. Despite all of their trials, they are happy. They smile, they laugh, and they take whatever comes to them and deal with it. Working with them makes me a better person. I don't take small things for granted, I cherish my kids more, and I am learning what is really important in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next? I am back to school in January. I have class to take before I get accepted for an RN program and I have to apply for that in February. Probably won't get accepted then but applying will put me in a great spot for October so that is my plan. As I well know, that can and will change. Nothing goes as planned but finishing school has taught me no matter what if you just keep at it, you can accomplish anything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-7198519065569888732?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/7198519065569888732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=7198519065569888732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7198519065569888732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7198519065569888732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2011/09/finally-done.html' title='Finally done!!!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/-kUWmWMRf_Gw/ToCR-kkyUCI/AAAAAAAAA_4/-bgpl1kf0WE/s72-c/250557_1982455954919_1048812477_32298155_3660459_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-302072648180079832</id><published>2011-04-07T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T11:59:36.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on random things</title><content type='html'>Thought I would add some random things about the kids: Kenzie has turned from a scared little mama's girl to an absolutely hilarious younger version of her sister. When tara first started watching her I would drop her off crying every morning (and why? Don't ask me- who doesn't love tara's house!) Now if she finds out her dad is home or that I have an off day then she is so upset because she NEEDS to play with Ryan. She also informed me that Ryan is her boyfriend to which marty and I have tried explaining that dating your cousin is against the law! She says she doesn't care so hopefully she'll grow out of that one! She has also decided that she really doesn't need to tell people when she goes next door to grandma's- she says WE should know where she is. She has become quite independent. She has made a little best friend-Olivia and will now go to primary because Olivia comes to church with us every other week. Amoung other things Olivia has taught Kenzie that magic of makeup, bikinis and just how to shake it! Where do they learn these things! She hasn't seen Olivia for about 2 weeks and told me when she sees her she's gonna say "Livia! Where you been all my life!" The girl is too funny. Kaylee had a rough winter. She had some weird random illnesses that hit here all right in a row. She missed about three weeks of school and was totally wiped out for about a month. She ended up having the flu B, which they thought was strep and some major sinus problems and then I think she ended it all up with another form of the flu! I felt terrible for the girl but am so happy she is back to "normal" and doing well. She even got a couple of 100's on some of the test over material she missed while she was gone. She reminds us all the time that she really is THAT smart. She is back to gym also. She missed about a month of that too but with some make up lessons she is about to move up a level. Ashton has had an amazing year and proud to say that his grades are all A's and B's and we have overcome the not turning in work problem. Most of you know I about lost my mind last year due to him just not feeling like it was important to turn stuff in. He did it- just took too much out of him to turn it into the box- ugh!!! Thank goodness that has passed. Other than that he is active in church and is the deacons president that he takes very seriously. He has become such a responsible good kid and I am constantly getting compliments and how much he helps people in the ward. I have become a very proud mama! Thanks kids and my amazing husband for all they have done to help their crazy, cranky, mama!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-302072648180079832?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/302072648180079832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=302072648180079832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/302072648180079832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/302072648180079832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2011/04/updates-on-random-things.html' title='Updates on random things'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-6078160535586752854</id><published>2011-04-07T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T11:35:31.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm almost done!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I only have 2 and a half months left until I will be graduated with my LPN. It has been a long, hard road but definetly worth it. I have been doing my clinicals in the hospitals twice a week and that has really helped me narrow down where I want to work. I have always loved and been interested in surgical but after working on the med/surg floor I am not sure that is my favorite. Now the wound clinic has been my absolute favorite. I know I am a blood and guts girl but can I just say how amazing I think our bodies are and how they are able to heal themselves. I saw some pretty nasty things and even learned that we treat wounds with maggot and leaches- yes real ones!! Awesome. I have also loved working in the mother/baby area and am even more aware that I am done with kids when I hold a baby and can only think I am glad it is going home with someone else! They are so sweet but definetly not my thing anymore! This opportunity has opened my mind up to so many things and now I am just hoping that I can limit what I want to do to a resonable number. This whole process has been more stressful, hard, and more rewarding that I could have ever imagined. Most nurses say if you can stick it out through your 1st semester of LPN year then you are in the runnings to succeed. I now know exactly what they mean. I am so grateful to my family and friends who have supported me. My kids literally didn't see me for the 1st three months and I didn't think it bothered me until I realized that they didn't call me for things anymore the had actually learned their dads number! That was probably my AHA moment when I realized that not only had school changed me but also my kids. I hope they don't feel abandoned and hope that one day they are proud of me. Thanks everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-6078160535586752854?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6078160535586752854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=6078160535586752854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6078160535586752854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6078160535586752854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-almost-done.html' title='I&apos;m almost done!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-6787721303083857503</id><published>2011-01-19T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T11:07:20.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again!!!</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would say this but due to the amount of excess TIME on my hands I am very bored and thought it would be a good time to give an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have successfully completed my first semester of nursing school. I do not brag about myself but I am going to say that I am extremely proud of what I have done. The first semester of your LPN year I have heard is the hardest and I came through with flying colors. I was very worried about how I was going to handle things but when it came time for everything to happen things just worked out. My SIL tara has been wonderful to watch Kenzie with my other SIL Tiffany and tara's sister Tiffany helping when it was needed. My inlaws and SIL Michelle have been wonderful playing taxi for school, babysitting, and activities. My family has supported me so much even thought my calls to my dad, my sister, and my mom have been weeks apart at times. Even my phone life lines- Kelly and heather have understood when I just didn't have time to talk. It has been so wonderful to have so much help and I am so grateful for my husband and kids who literally lived without a wife and mom for close to two months. I start school again in a week and a half and I am so excited to complete this first chapter of my career. I am loving doing my clinicals as a nurse. This really has been my dream come true.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was also put up in the nursery. I know that everyone dreads this calling but I have done nursery two other times in my Mormon career and I love this calling. There is nothing better than getting to play and eat snacks for two hours!! I was able to be in there with Kenzie and loved being able to spend the much needed time with her. She had her world rocked when I went to school so this helped us both tremendously.  I was a little worried about her not wanting to go to primary on her own but she has done great and even takes her scrippers (scriptures) every week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We added a new memeber to our family-nibbler the bird. I know that people think we are crazy for having two dogs and now a bird but I love how much my kids love animals. Even Kenzie asked for a dog for christmas. (we had to draw the line there!) I am always hesitant to get more animals but once they are here I just love them all the same. I do think that our animal quota is reached though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure there are many more moments but this is a good stopping point until I get my pictures uplaoded. I hope everyone has been well and that everyones year has been great so far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-6787721303083857503?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6787721303083857503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=6787721303083857503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6787721303083857503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6787721303083857503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-again.html' title='Hello again!!!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-7621483819553564092</id><published>2010-03-08T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:28:34.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Friends, It is time to say goodbye!</title><content type='html'>I know that sounds like a death notice but the real reason for goodbye is that after careful thought and consideration I have decided that i am shutting down my blog. I have not made the amount of time I have wanted to in making my blog a journal and have resorted to other means to "remember" our moments. I am also going to start school in a couple of months and I know I will not make the time to blog anymore. So thanks for all the fun and thanks for the friends I have made. I will return in the future so until then- So long my friends!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-7621483819553564092?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/7621483819553564092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=7621483819553564092' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7621483819553564092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7621483819553564092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-friends-it-is-time-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Dear Friends, It is time to say goodbye!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-717172410766113884</id><published>2009-12-13T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T10:13:50.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind caves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashton&lt;/span&gt; and Michelle like to go hiking so they had decided that they were going to try &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; wind caves before it got cold. Kaylee has started joining them and this year Tara and I were going to do applesauce so Michelle said that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McKayla&lt;/span&gt; and Nicole could join them. They all had a lot of fun and Michelle said the kids all did really good. I am so grateful for Michelle and her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt; attitude. Thanks Aunt Shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SyUhcr0YQWI/AAAAAAAAA-8/w2KV_T9MZqI/s1600-h/HPIM2283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414770903665361250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SyUhcr0YQWI/AAAAAAAAA-8/w2KV_T9MZqI/s320/HPIM2283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SyUhb_whP_I/AAAAAAAAA-0/poR0Rpn4zr4/s1600-h/HPIM2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414770891838013426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SyUhb_whP_I/AAAAAAAAA-0/poR0Rpn4zr4/s320/HPIM2277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SyUhbkjLsuI/AAAAAAAAA-s/LC3c9Rb3C5M/s1600-h/HPIM2265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414770884534317794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SyUhbkjLsuI/AAAAAAAAA-s/LC3c9Rb3C5M/s320/HPIM2265.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/626558126751270486-717172410766113884?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/717172410766113884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=717172410766113884' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/717172410766113884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/717172410766113884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/12/wind-caves.html' title='Wind caves.'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SyUhcr0YQWI/AAAAAAAAA-8/w2KV_T9MZqI/s72-c/HPIM2283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-4962709607325795216</id><published>2009-12-03T07:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T09:13:28.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SyUgGX9mHQI/AAAAAAAAA-k/itSPgmKOUzU/s1600-h/HPIM2261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414769420866559234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SyUgGX9mHQI/AAAAAAAAA-k/itSPgmKOUzU/s320/HPIM2261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the group we had this year in Ogden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SyUgF-Ik8PI/AAAAAAAAA-c/WksNcDQq00Y/s1600-h/HPIM2259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414769413933297906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SyUgF-Ik8PI/AAAAAAAAA-c/WksNcDQq00Y/s320/HPIM2259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaylee and Kylee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SyUgFbCQseI/AAAAAAAAA-U/6o-ypPfqd3I/s1600-h/HPIM2253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414769404511564258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SyUgFbCQseI/AAAAAAAAA-U/6o-ypPfqd3I/s320/HPIM2253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is bryan Boer. He was dressed as a hippie and looked hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SyUgE9oCsDI/AAAAAAAAA-M/aAG8cd4mCP8/s1600-h/HPIM2248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414769396616966194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SyUgE9oCsDI/AAAAAAAAA-M/aAG8cd4mCP8/s320/HPIM2248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenzie pooped out about halfway through the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SyUgEX5jnAI/AAAAAAAAA-E/HdRXeT196hk/s1600-h/HPIM2244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414769386489879554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SyUgEX5jnAI/AAAAAAAAA-E/HdRXeT196hk/s320/HPIM2244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the cousin group at the mall. They all looked too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like Halloween doesn't just last a night anymore for us it lasts the whole day. We started this year at noon. Ashton was sick so he stayed home with Marty but the girls and I met the cousins at the mall and trick or treated there. I bugged Michelle to go with us so we would have an extra adult to help out. We then ran out to Grandma Friedli's and Grandma D's house. I dropped Michelle off and headed down to Ogden were we went to two trunk or treats, an indoor hot chocolate warm up and house to house treating for a mile in between. My kids had so much candy and it was so much fun to hang with all of my girls from the neighborhood. Kenzie was supposed to be Winnie the pooh but she decided that she wanted to wear her skeleton pj's instead. She is such a funny girl and kept up so well now that she knows the end product was candy. &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/626558126751270486-4962709607325795216?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4962709607325795216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=4962709607325795216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4962709607325795216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4962709607325795216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/12/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SyUgGX9mHQI/AAAAAAAAA-k/itSPgmKOUzU/s72-c/HPIM2261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-466042509604531794</id><published>2009-10-24T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:22:31.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SuNFjrZ8GKI/AAAAAAAAA98/ew5pimhV2JQ/s1600-h/HPIM2212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396233257769244834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SuNFjrZ8GKI/AAAAAAAAA98/ew5pimhV2JQ/s320/HPIM2212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SuNFjWv8hVI/AAAAAAAAA90/QKlv0paEHzQ/s1600-h/HPIM2211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396233252224402770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SuNFjWv8hVI/AAAAAAAAA90/QKlv0paEHzQ/s320/HPIM2211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SuNFi1ayyeI/AAAAAAAAA9s/dSYmNUP6Ew4/s1600-h/HPIM2206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396233243277314530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SuNFi1ayyeI/AAAAAAAAA9s/dSYmNUP6Ew4/s320/HPIM2206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SuNFiV-W03I/AAAAAAAAA9k/5Cm4Ck4oa7o/s1600-h/HPIM2200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396233234836542322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SuNFiV-W03I/AAAAAAAAA9k/5Cm4Ck4oa7o/s320/HPIM2200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SuNFh_fVWZI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Fi6rvjTUd7A/s1600-h/HPIM2197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396233228800842130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SuNFh_fVWZI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Fi6rvjTUd7A/s320/HPIM2197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago Marty and I took the kids up to the cabin. My friend kelly and her family were able to come with us for a night. Here are some pics from our weekend.&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/626558126751270486-466042509604531794?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/466042509604531794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=466042509604531794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/466042509604531794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/466042509604531794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/10/cabin-pics.html' title='Cabin Pics'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SuNFjrZ8GKI/AAAAAAAAA98/ew5pimhV2JQ/s72-c/HPIM2212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-1325061322254780437</id><published>2009-10-24T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:15:54.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Finally Done!!!</title><content type='html'>I am happy to say that Ashton's room is finally done. I know that he has been in the living room down stairs for 6 months now but I am happy to say that he is now in his newly repainted and refloored room. He was a little upset about us covering the tile with laminate wood but he has adjusted well. It looks so much better in his room and I am now not feeling so gulity about him being in a dark cave downstairs. Thanks to my sister in law Tara for all her help and her husband for being without her while she was helping me all those days!!! Here's some pics even though they don't do the room justice &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SuNDg_DH1bI/AAAAAAAAA9E/OjPQYIE4j74/s1600-h/HPIM2234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396231012479391154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SuNDg_DH1bI/AAAAAAAAA9E/OjPQYIE4j74/s320/HPIM2234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SuNDhU1NaAI/AAAAAAAAA9M/CloNBQs9t-o/s1600-h/HPIM2236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396231018326616066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SuNDhU1NaAI/AAAAAAAAA9M/CloNBQs9t-o/s320/HPIM2236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SuNDhsT4agI/AAAAAAAAA9U/XrWShu98h84/s1600-h/HPIM2235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396231024629279234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SuNDhsT4agI/AAAAAAAAA9U/XrWShu98h84/s320/HPIM2235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/626558126751270486-1325061322254780437?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/1325061322254780437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=1325061322254780437' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/1325061322254780437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/1325061322254780437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-finally-done.html' title='It&apos;s Finally Done!!!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SuNDg_DH1bI/AAAAAAAAA9E/OjPQYIE4j74/s72-c/HPIM2234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-5859506900353662619</id><published>2009-10-24T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:54:25.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our scary night</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; woke up from her nap feeling a little hot. I took her temp which only ended up being 99.3 so I just chalked it up to teething. She was acting fine, playing, she even ate three bowls of mac n cheese. I have young &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; nights so she was staying with Kaylee and Ashton until &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Marty&lt;/span&gt; got home. I must have had a feeling that something wasn't right because I called from the church (which is down the street) to check on everyone. I talked to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Kaylee&lt;/span&gt; and she said all was fine and I knew &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Marty&lt;/span&gt; was due home anytime so I turned my attention back to my church girls and continued cleaning the church. About 7:15 the bishop came and got me for the phone. It was Michelle who told me to get home that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kenzie&lt;/span&gt; was having a seizure. I really don't know how I managed to drive home, pick her up and give her to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt; and then drive carefully to the hospital. I should have been a wreck but I know that God was with us and was helping me to stay calm. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; was unresponsive until we got out of the car at the hospital and at this time she just started crying but couldn't move for about another 45 minutes. It was terrible to see her so lifeless. Turns out she has the swine flu and her fever spiked to 103 fast and it caused her to have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fibril&lt;/span&gt; seizure. Scary! She is doing well but boy did she scare us. We are so grateful to Kaylee- who knew to call next door when something wasn't right, and Michelle- who knew what to do when someone is having a seizure. They saved her life. Thanks to everyone who prayed for us and called to make sure we were all taken care of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-5859506900353662619?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5859506900353662619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=5859506900353662619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5859506900353662619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5859506900353662619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-scary-night.html' title='Our scary night'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-4006822768424899396</id><published>2009-09-21T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:09:01.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom gummy worms</title><content type='html'>About two weeks ago I noticed that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; was constantly wanting her diaper to be changed. I decided it was time to potty train. So off I go to the store and I bought her some cute little Dora underwear and decided because she loved gummy worms I would get those for her to help with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;process&lt;/span&gt;. So I came home and showed her the stuff and off we went to sit on the potty and change into her Dora pants. She sat on her potty for about three minutes, got up, pulled up the underwear and said worm please. I explained to her that she didn't get a worm unless she peed in the potty. She wasn't "getting it" so I had Kaylee sit on the toilet, pee and she got a worm. She still didn't "get it" so I sat down, peed, and got a worm. After a little while and a big fit she finally " got it." So off she goes to play- in her underwear. Well she lasted about 5 minutes and peed through them on the back porch. We decided to try later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; and Kaylee are in the bathtub. Kaylee gets out and goes to the bathroom and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; gets all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; and claps and says "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kay&lt;/span&gt; worm!" So I think wow she gets it. So after Kaylee gets her worm I ask &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; if she wants to try and go potty and she tells me no. So I tell her she can get a worm and she tells me "I no like mom" and that is the end of that! So now I have a big bag of gummy worms that sit in the window sill for all of our friends and family to ask " why do you have gummy worms in the bathroom?" Ugh kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-4006822768424899396?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4006822768424899396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=4006822768424899396' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4006822768424899396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4006822768424899396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/09/bathroom-gummy-worms.html' title='Bathroom gummy worms'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-8498750306655035216</id><published>2009-09-21T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:56:09.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenzie's 2nd 2nd Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Srfnw-S3EUI/AAAAAAAAA88/Tv37Gb2SC3E/s1600-h/HPIM2136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384026708086559042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Srfnw-S3EUI/AAAAAAAAA88/Tv37Gb2SC3E/s320/HPIM2136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfnweJHUHI/AAAAAAAAA80/WuIe4oPU01k/s1600-h/HPIM2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384026699455746162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfnweJHUHI/AAAAAAAAA80/WuIe4oPU01k/s320/HPIM2128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfncP0SWBI/AAAAAAAAA8s/m5AIJtpEnuY/s1600-h/HPIM2133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384026352012908562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfncP0SWBI/AAAAAAAAA8s/m5AIJtpEnuY/s320/HPIM2133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfnbbW3TfI/AAAAAAAAA8c/VxdLtzOdciA/s1600-h/HPIM2155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384026337930857970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfnbbW3TfI/AAAAAAAAA8c/VxdLtzOdciA/s320/HPIM2155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Srfna7Ty5rI/AAAAAAAAA8U/TawBGkcOKvQ/s1600-h/HPIM2125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384026329328051890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Srfna7Ty5rI/AAAAAAAAA8U/TawBGkcOKvQ/s320/HPIM2125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; had her other birthday party on Monday when we got home. My sister in law &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tara&lt;/span&gt; made her an adorable &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Elmo&lt;/span&gt; cake and we had dinner and opened presents. She got some cute outfits, some shoes (which she swore didn't fit!), two puppy dogs, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dora&lt;/span&gt; bed and a monkey riding toy. She loved all of her presents and we are so glad everyone could make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-8498750306655035216?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8498750306655035216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=8498750306655035216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8498750306655035216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8498750306655035216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/09/kenzies-2nd-2nd-birthday.html' title='Kenzie&apos;s 2nd 2nd Birthday!!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/Srfnw-S3EUI/AAAAAAAAA88/Tv37Gb2SC3E/s72-c/HPIM2136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-7249495609471879329</id><published>2009-09-21T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:49:03.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenzie's 1st 2nd birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfloiC-jVI/AAAAAAAAA8M/l8X5PSehsZA/s1600-h/HPIM2114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384024364041538898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfloiC-jVI/AAAAAAAAA8M/l8X5PSehsZA/s320/HPIM2114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfloBZztFI/AAAAAAAAA8E/FBYC3QIr5c0/s1600-h/HPIM2113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384024355278926930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfloBZztFI/AAAAAAAAA8E/FBYC3QIr5c0/s320/HPIM2113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrflnmG2WMI/AAAAAAAAA78/ApANPdkpug0/s1600-h/HPIM2109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384024347951651010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrflnmG2WMI/AAAAAAAAA78/ApANPdkpug0/s320/HPIM2109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the weekend of the 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; my sister blessed and baptized her baby boy so we decided to have cake and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie's&lt;/span&gt; birthday in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pinedale&lt;/span&gt;. It was fun to be able to have my dad and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;step mom&lt;/span&gt;, grandma, and aunt and uncle there. They aren't always able to attend birthdays and such because they live so far away. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; got some cute Dora Dolls and a big stuffed animal, clothes, a purse with all her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;necessities&lt;/span&gt; (phone, makeup and sunglasses) and she also got a bag of gummy worms (I'll post that story later). It was fun and I was glad to have so many family members there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/626558126751270486-7249495609471879329?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/7249495609471879329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=7249495609471879329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7249495609471879329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7249495609471879329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/09/kenzies-1st-2nd-birthday.html' title='Kenzie&apos;s 1st 2nd birthday!!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfloiC-jVI/AAAAAAAAA8M/l8X5PSehsZA/s72-c/HPIM2114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-7061166042646990364</id><published>2009-09-21T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:41:07.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes ll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The city has also been doing some work down the street. They are making 1st East go all the way through so they have put a bridge and all kinds of stuff in. Here are some transformations we have seen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Srfi5khufqI/AAAAAAAAA7M/potClUDJ0dY/s1600-h/HPIM2015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384021358230273698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Srfi5khufqI/AAAAAAAAA7M/potClUDJ0dY/s320/HPIM2015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Srfi6FIhU5I/AAAAAAAAA7U/er6mmtw2Yz8/s1600-h/HPIM2030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384021366982923154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Srfi6FIhU5I/AAAAAAAAA7U/er6mmtw2Yz8/s320/HPIM2030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Srfi6lW5goI/AAAAAAAAA7c/fKfTje_NGf0/s1600-h/HPIM2036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384021375633162882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Srfi6lW5goI/AAAAAAAAA7c/fKfTje_NGf0/s320/HPIM2036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Srfi7Z12LPI/AAAAAAAAA7k/R5acg07xqcg/s1600-h/HPIM2046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384021389721611506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Srfi7Z12LPI/AAAAAAAAA7k/R5acg07xqcg/s320/HPIM2046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was our beautiful tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Srfjvp176CI/AAAAAAAAA7s/9WV5l8lJf9s/s1600-h/HPIM2014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384022287370151970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Srfjvp176CI/AAAAAAAAA7s/9WV5l8lJf9s/s320/HPIM2014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfkncOWTyI/AAAAAAAAA70/yOYuesB5ZXw/s1600-h/HPIM2193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384023245787123490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfkncOWTyI/AAAAAAAAA70/yOYuesB5ZXw/s320/HPIM2193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they took the house on the corner down to make a park!!&lt;br /&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/626558126751270486-7061166042646990364?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/7061166042646990364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=7061166042646990364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7061166042646990364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7061166042646990364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/09/changes-ll.html' title='Changes ll'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/Srfi5khufqI/AAAAAAAAA7M/potClUDJ0dY/s72-c/HPIM2015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-6387301802483368144</id><published>2009-09-21T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:28:19.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>As many of you know the house that we bought is an older home that belonged to Marty's grandparents. So when we moved here I made Marty promise me that we would do some remodeling to make it our own. We have done some painting in the bedrooms and put a shower upstairs but my most excited remodeling came when we pulled up our carpet in the living room and Marty so graciously put down hard wood. There was already hardwood in the living room but Marty wanted something different so we got Moabi ( I don't have a clue how to spell it). Here are the before and afters. I also got wood blinds to replace those beloved curtains. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfdsYX6_FI/AAAAAAAAA60/O7hFbw57sl0/s1600-h/HPIM1931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384015634071485522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfdsYX6_FI/AAAAAAAAA60/O7hFbw57sl0/s320/HPIM1931.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfdrkTyCfI/AAAAAAAAA6k/EpxWcp5q434/s1600-h/HPIM1925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384015620095478258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfdrkTyCfI/AAAAAAAAA6k/EpxWcp5q434/s320/HPIM1925.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfhXihlpeI/AAAAAAAAA7E/9ce9TJolAfU/s1600-h/HPIM2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384019674065642978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfhXihlpeI/AAAAAAAAA7E/9ce9TJolAfU/s320/HPIM2189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfhXIi36lI/AAAAAAAAA68/Da_jL-pDsPk/s1600-h/HPIM2188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384019667091712594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfhXIi36lI/AAAAAAAAA68/Da_jL-pDsPk/s320/HPIM2188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-6387301802483368144?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6387301802483368144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=6387301802483368144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6387301802483368144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6387301802483368144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/09/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SrfdsYX6_FI/AAAAAAAAA60/O7hFbw57sl0/s72-c/HPIM1931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-4378217618414975140</id><published>2009-09-01T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:21:05.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sp2BIxPC1aI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/8YTlZgm2ZD8/s1600-h/HPIM1998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376595517805614498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sp2BIxPC1aI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/8YTlZgm2ZD8/s200/HPIM1998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashton and Hunter at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Brigham&lt;/span&gt; pool watching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt;. What good big brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sp2BIblWG9I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/uT41L29QufY/s1600-h/HPIM1985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376595511993572306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sp2BIblWG9I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/uT41L29QufY/s200/HPIM1985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashton in his birdie towel. I bet he picked up lots of chicks in that get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sp2BH79Ci3I/AAAAAAAAA6I/Er2NSzQc6oo/s1600-h/HPIM1977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376595503503018866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sp2BH79Ci3I/AAAAAAAAA6I/Er2NSzQc6oo/s200/HPIM1977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashton and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kenzie&lt;/span&gt; poolside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sp2BHen3UDI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Wo8WmugKdeE/s1600-h/HPIM1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376595495629574194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sp2BHen3UDI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Wo8WmugKdeE/s200/HPIM1975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is as close as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; would get to the water in P&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;inedale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sp2ANKLAhsI/AAAAAAAAA54/DKRd67o4zlY/s1600-h/HPIM1974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376594493707421378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sp2ANKLAhsI/AAAAAAAAA54/DKRd67o4zlY/s200/HPIM1974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At my sisters in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pinedale&lt;/span&gt;. Who would've thought there would be beaches in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wyoming&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sp2AMjDB5WI/AAAAAAAAA5w/t8HAI_INEUU/s1600-h/HPIM1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376594483204973922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sp2AMjDB5WI/AAAAAAAAA5w/t8HAI_INEUU/s200/HPIM1967.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AJ&lt;/span&gt;. They loved playing with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sp2AL0BpIVI/AAAAAAAAA5o/j6oaAnfBk8M/s1600-h/HPIM1965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376594470582690130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sp2AL0BpIVI/AAAAAAAAA5o/j6oaAnfBk8M/s200/HPIM1965.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't she so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sp2ALQk50CI/AAAAAAAAA5g/R5ueSvTAzW4/s1600-h/HPIM1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376594461066907682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sp2ALQk50CI/AAAAAAAAA5g/R5ueSvTAzW4/s200/HPIM1961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family camping trip that finally made us break down and by a trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sp2AKx0RRwI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/5Y6JCyBWmTM/s1600-h/HPIM1953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376594452809860866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sp2AKx0RRwI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/5Y6JCyBWmTM/s200/HPIM1953.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sleeping beauties. This is how we all felt after our summer days ended! hope you all had a great few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-4378217618414975140?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4378217618414975140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=4378217618414975140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4378217618414975140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4378217618414975140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-days.html' title='Summer days.'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sp2BIxPC1aI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/8YTlZgm2ZD8/s72-c/HPIM1998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-5154820274506010314</id><published>2009-09-01T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:09:03.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School days- UGH!</title><content type='html'>I have no pic of my kids first day of school because they think they are too old for that. Ashton started middle school this year and when he got home he informed us that he got lost and ended up in the wrong class, he was running and his pants fell down, and that the school ran out of lunch. Now I can understand the wrong class thing, but his pants falling down- he does own a belt and the school running out of lunch- that's a whole set of problems. So I laughed and told him things would get better. Well the week went on and by Friday I was convinced that he should be home schooled. This week hasn't been much better. He is now getting picked on by a kid on the bus and is afraid if he hits him or something he will get kicked off the bus and then where will he be! He hasn't had a decent lunch yet because they have consistently run out of food. Yesterday he had his wallet stolen with his "emergency money" in it, and he also deals with a teacher that thinks these kids should be right on top of middle school by now! Ugh. is all I can say about the whole experience right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Kaylee who had called in sick by the third day. She says she loves school but somehow manages to get a stomach ache EVERY morning. We went three months with no stomach aches and so far have deal with at least 4. She ended up going to school by 10:30 when she realized that I was serious about her laying in bed staring at the ceiling all day. I guess somethings are better than boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here comes another year and so far it hasn't been great. I miss the kids. I don't like middle school and didn't want summer to end. Please wish us luck!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-5154820274506010314?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5154820274506010314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=5154820274506010314' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5154820274506010314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5154820274506010314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-days-ugh.html' title='School days- UGH!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-2435853554462792913</id><published>2009-07-26T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:37:43.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday July 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sm0BsXEb3gI/AAAAAAAAA4I/c_V9mC-iJ4U/s1600-h/HPIM1939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362944592886619650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sm0BsXEb3gI/AAAAAAAAA4I/c_V9mC-iJ4U/s200/HPIM1939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marty's cousin Heidi and her husband Chris adopted a beautiful baby girl named Elena so They had her welcome party down in salt lake at Liberty park. I love liberty park. It is huge and they have so much to do. the kids played and there is a water area that the kids love to run through. When Heidi lived not far from t5hat park Marty went and did her wood floors and while the finish would be drying we would take Ashton and Kaylee to the park. They always loved it when they were little so I was excited for them to be able to go back. I knew Kenzie wouldn't get in the water but she had fun just walking around and seeing the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sm0BsEoj1RI/AAAAAAAAA4A/z8oQyH87A4E/s1600-h/HPIM1934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362944587937862930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sm0BsEoj1RI/AAAAAAAAA4A/z8oQyH87A4E/s200/HPIM1934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sm0Bs0No_2I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/BK_hC4YJ024/s1600-h/HPIM1936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362944600709857122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sm0Bs0No_2I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/BK_hC4YJ024/s200/HPIM1936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at the party, Rob got a phone call telling him that a canal broke and there was water in their neighborhood and around the island. When we got back into town we headed to Tara's to make sure that their and Andy and Tiffs houses were OK and we saw mud everywhere. We also learned that the canal broke and made the land slide on the hill on Canyon Road. It collapsed a house and unfortunately there was a mom and her two kids in there. After a couple of days crew were able to recover their bodies and they were able to be given a proper burial. Our hearts went out to the families of the victims and we are still keeping them in our prayers. The island was a mess but I think that most of the damage was minimal and can be prepared. Ashton and Kaylee felt really bad and wanted to be able to do something. We knew that the first aid was housing people at the church down the street and so I suggested we make some brownies and take them to the families that were displaced from their homes. Linda also donated some cookies and after church that next day Michelle and I with Ashton and Kaylee in tow headed to drop off the goods. Its amazing how fast your eyes well up with tears when you see your kids doing something good for someone else. I hope that this is something they will always be able to see that they can always make someones day a little brighter. I hope all the families affected by the landslide recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sm0BtKLzYSI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/8mjp-eLR8Fc/s1600-h/HPIM1950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362944606607728930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sm0BtKLzYSI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/8mjp-eLR8Fc/s200/HPIM1950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on that night we went to the demolition derby. Tara and her kids and alot of her family were there. Kenzie loved watching the cars crash and we had a lot of fun. I hadn't been to a demolition derby forever and we always enjoy ourselves. Kaylee even got Mckayla out in the field to dance. They were so cute. It was a busy day but it was fun to be able to spend the day with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sm0DBFDADbI/AAAAAAAAA4g/VPmDRHr-zP4/s1600-h/HPIM1941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362946048337644978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sm0DBFDADbI/AAAAAAAAA4g/VPmDRHr-zP4/s200/HPIM1941.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sm0DBlFG0gI/AAAAAAAAA4o/QnfVPj7yXcQ/s1600-h/HPIM1942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362946056936411650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sm0DBlFG0gI/AAAAAAAAA4o/QnfVPj7yXcQ/s200/HPIM1942.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sm0DZCRB3GI/AAAAAAAAA4w/b637EQuyW48/s1600-h/HPIM1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362946459908037730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sm0DZCRB3GI/AAAAAAAAA4w/b637EQuyW48/s200/HPIM1946.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaylee is the one with the pink shorts and yellow shirt and Mckayla is the one with the brown shirt and tan shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/626558126751270486-2435853554462792913?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/2435853554462792913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=2435853554462792913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/2435853554462792913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/2435853554462792913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday-july-10.html' title='Saturday July 10'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sm0BsXEb3gI/AAAAAAAAA4I/c_V9mC-iJ4U/s72-c/HPIM1939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-2534941476654656481</id><published>2009-07-26T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:03:12.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love the 4Th of July. I am in such awe of fireworks and have always looked forward to the 4Th. This year Marty wanted to take the kids up to the stadium. I wasn't so sure about that because I thought that Kenzie would be too much work but I gave in and let him choose due to the fact that last year I was out of town and he didn't do anything. We went to dinner with Tara and Rob and Kevin and Heather and their families. I think restaurants get a little scared when we all walk in with our kids. (There were 10 with us and when Andy and Tiff join us there are 13!) But I do have to brag a little and say that I think all of our kids behave pretty good. They pretty much sit and talk amongst themselves and it is actually not very crazy at all. Then we headed up to the stadium. Some of Heathers family were able to join us and we had a great time. My kids were really glad to have all of their cousins with them. My nephew trey was so funny because he would copy the military guy that was leading his group in a drill. Everyone was quite so of course you could hear Trey. Then during the fireworks he thought one was so cool that he yelled "Wow! did you see that one Kim!" He is so funny and I can't help but laugh when he is around. It was great to be able to spend the night with family and Kenzie loved the fireworks. She was really good and just played with Maisey. I am so grateful for the many freedoms we have in this country. I am grateful for all the men and women that give up their lives and families to keep us free. They are special people and I hope that we can all remember the sacrifices they give up for us. It was a great holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-2534941476654656481?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/2534941476654656481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=2534941476654656481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/2534941476654656481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/2534941476654656481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-8962037714179882264</id><published>2009-07-26T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:26:12.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as Tara pointed out yesterday I said in my last post I was blogging to my hearts content and then I never posted anything! That is about how my life goes. I did have good intentions but somewhere they got lost. So Here is an update with pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUNE: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SmzyO8TEr-I/AAAAAAAAA3o/Bj3ccS1-9eU/s1600-h/HPIM1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362927594809634786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SmzyO8TEr-I/AAAAAAAAA3o/Bj3ccS1-9eU/s200/HPIM1529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaylee turned 9. She is getting so big and grownup and is a huge help around my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a baby shower for my sister. She looked so cute with her huge belly and her being so small. She is all belly and she is absolutely adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SmzyPjrxTxI/AAAAAAAAA34/sOD4V9GGyp8/s1600-h/HPIM1905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362927605382205202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SmzyPjrxTxI/AAAAAAAAA34/sOD4V9GGyp8/s200/HPIM1905.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SmzyPenLuCI/AAAAAAAAA3w/g1CiV1eAq7s/s1600-h/HPIM1877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362927604020787234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SmzyPenLuCI/AAAAAAAAA3w/g1CiV1eAq7s/s200/HPIM1877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Among other things we have been to numerous baby blessing, worked in the yard, helped with the garden and enjoyed having no school. We are very busy in the summer and love to go everywhere and anywhere We had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun in June.&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/626558126751270486-8962037714179882264?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8962037714179882264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=8962037714179882264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8962037714179882264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8962037714179882264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-posting.html' title='Finally posting'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SmzyO8TEr-I/AAAAAAAAA3o/Bj3ccS1-9eU/s72-c/HPIM1529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-3963024773060759569</id><published>2009-07-13T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T15:03:30.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Blink....</title><content type='html'>Can anyone tell me why the first 18 years of my life lasted forever and the rest has gone by in fast forward? I remember thinking in my senior year how LONG it had taken me to get there and how LONG  my life was and now I am looking at things and realizing that wow I am getting old and my kids are getting old and this life is going way to fast for me. Ashton is going into middle school- do you know the kind of kid I was in middle school? So I am not pleased that this time has come upon me so fast. Everything is coming at me fast. My postings are getting fewer and farther in between and I am just realizing that two months has gone by and wow I have a lot to tell you. So without further ado and before I blink too much more I am posting to my little hearts content. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-3963024773060759569?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/3963024773060759569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=3963024773060759569' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/3963024773060759569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/3963024773060759569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-blink.html' title='When I Blink....'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-2701872171444256560</id><published>2009-05-27T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:08:57.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenzie Rae Bergsjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sh4AKX1ovdI/AAAAAAAAA3g/nj0EZYZA_H4/s1600-h/Kenzie+rae+April+2009+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340706386305662418" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sh4AKX1ovdI/AAAAAAAAA3g/nj0EZYZA_H4/s200/Kenzie+rae+April+2009+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sh4AKM1zASI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/aaAIFmO8dLI/s1600-h/Kenzie+rae+April+2009+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340706383353544994" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sh4AKM1zASI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/aaAIFmO8dLI/s200/Kenzie+rae+April+2009+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sh4AJxxpgiI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/rIRLnUWKmcM/s1600-h/Kenzie+rae+April+2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340706376088388130" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sh4AJxxpgiI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/rIRLnUWKmcM/s200/Kenzie+rae+April+2009+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sh4AJU-tIgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/INunpJlDeQ8/s1600-h/Kenzie+rae+April+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340706368358523394" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sh4AJU-tIgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/INunpJlDeQ8/s200/Kenzie+rae+April+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my sweet little baby. I can't beleive that she is a year and a half. These were done by my sister in law and I think they turned out great.&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/626558126751270486-2701872171444256560?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/2701872171444256560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=2701872171444256560' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/2701872171444256560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/2701872171444256560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/05/kenzie-rae-bergsjo.html' title='Kenzie Rae Bergsjo'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sh4AKX1ovdI/AAAAAAAAA3g/nj0EZYZA_H4/s72-c/Kenzie+rae+April+2009+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-2991605630912023622</id><published>2009-05-27T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:42:44.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training Kenzie's way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; has started getting interested in her potty chair. But obviously she thinks it is more fun to wear it than use it. My mom and I were sitting down in the dining room having lunch and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; was watching Elmo in the living room. I went to check on her and this is what I found. i about dyed laughing. She was totally content to wear the rubber part of her seat on her head and then she played peak-a-boo with it and then she tried to hula hoop with it. I guess it will get its use out of it. This kid just cracks me up! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sh33SnIFhKI/AAAAAAAAA2w/RpLfkY57fzU/s1600-h/HPIM1613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340696632243881122" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sh33SnIFhKI/AAAAAAAAA2w/RpLfkY57fzU/s200/HPIM1613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sh33TM-WUlI/AAAAAAAAA24/pwPvSePQlgU/s1600-h/HPIM1611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340696642403586642" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sh33TM-WUlI/AAAAAAAAA24/pwPvSePQlgU/s200/HPIM1611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sh33Tc8xAKI/AAAAAAAAA3A/6Y3wdHTzOCE/s1600-h/HPIM1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340696646691913890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sh33Tc8xAKI/AAAAAAAAA3A/6Y3wdHTzOCE/s200/HPIM1614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/626558126751270486-2991605630912023622?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/2991605630912023622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=2991605630912023622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/2991605630912023622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/2991605630912023622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/05/potty-training-kenzies-way.html' title='Potty Training Kenzie&apos;s way'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sh33SnIFhKI/AAAAAAAAA2w/RpLfkY57fzU/s72-c/HPIM1613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-6437040602620388249</id><published>2009-05-27T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:28:39.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Pains!</title><content type='html'>Recently Ashton has been such a butt. He has become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ornery&lt;/span&gt;, irritable, argumentative, and moody. So yesterday I told him to think about some things that we could do to make his life better. (I know- we COULD disappear but what fun would that be!) So these are the things that he says we are or aren't doing that are upsetting him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) He needs a cell phone! He just doesn't understand why we won't pay for a cell phone for him so he can call the two friends he has and text the person standing next to him! What is wrong with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) We yell at him too much. He also doesn't get why HE should have to take out the trash when HE is not the only one using it. Or why HE is not the only one that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; 24 access to the computer! He has important stuff you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) He is not a baby and therefore should be allowed to stay up until 11 pm. Who needs sleep anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after careful consideration Marty and I agreed that after he saves up $240 (the cost of a year worth of cell service) then he can get a cell phone. We will also try not to yell so much on the condition that he helps out HAPPILY to do chores and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;compromised&lt;/span&gt; on a 10 pm bedtime as long as he stops being so moody. Were not perfect and these aren't perfect solutions but hopefully we can help restore some happiness to our house! Wish us luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-6437040602620388249?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6437040602620388249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=6437040602620388249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6437040602620388249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6437040602620388249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/05/growing-pains.html' title='Growing Pains!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-2794646603345579478</id><published>2009-04-16T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:03:14.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefHPaDIfjI/AAAAAAAAA2o/PdJLar8Uc5Y/s1600-h/HPIM1597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325444151893327410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefHPaDIfjI/AAAAAAAAA2o/PdJLar8Uc5Y/s200/HPIM1597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to write this post for my awesome sister. She is about 6 1/2 months pregnant but she is big! We keep teasing her that she is going to have twins but she says she is only having one. She is just so little that it is almost comical to see her with such a big belly(which is about the only place she has gained weight:) She is so cute and I wish her the best of luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-2794646603345579478?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/2794646603345579478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=2794646603345579478' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/2794646603345579478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/2794646603345579478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/04/twins.html' title='Twins?'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefHPaDIfjI/AAAAAAAAA2o/PdJLar8Uc5Y/s72-c/HPIM1597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-4441554614768818151</id><published>2009-04-16T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:59:08.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Nephew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefGLR3R6HI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/E_gVeIqFOF4/s1600-h/HPIM1593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefGLR3R6HI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/E_gVeIqFOF4/s200/HPIM1593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325442981465024626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefGLIsjl1I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/oVrwiCHWG0E/s1600-h/HPIM1594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefGLIsjl1I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/oVrwiCHWG0E/s200/HPIM1594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325442979004127058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know my brother now has TWO babies. He just welcomed my new nephew Cody about two weeks ago. He is so cute and cuddly and I love this little guy. My brother is an awesome dad. He is so devoted to his kids and is constantly changing, feeding, dressing or playing with one of them. I know that he has his work cut out for him but I hope he knows how much I look up to him for taking such good care of his responsibilities. He is my Awesome brother!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-4441554614768818151?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4441554614768818151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=4441554614768818151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4441554614768818151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4441554614768818151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-nephew.html' title='New Nephew'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefGLR3R6HI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/E_gVeIqFOF4/s72-c/HPIM1593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-4717210817875528989</id><published>2009-04-16T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:54:27.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefFFzhD64I/AAAAAAAAA2I/BEk9RqN5B2s/s1600-h/HPIM1603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325441787907795842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefFFzhD64I/AAAAAAAAA2I/BEk9RqN5B2s/s200/HPIM1603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefFFkko14I/AAAAAAAAA2A/nX-ctfCezk0/s1600-h/HPIM1600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325441783896266626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefFFkko14I/AAAAAAAAA2A/nX-ctfCezk0/s200/HPIM1600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefFFakrs6I/AAAAAAAAA14/cwLfesXEwcI/s1600-h/HPIM1590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325441781212099490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefFFakrs6I/AAAAAAAAA14/cwLfesXEwcI/s200/HPIM1590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefFFFamB9I/AAAAAAAAA1w/egK4KzDkKNU/s1600-h/HPIM1586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325441775532640210" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefFFFamB9I/AAAAAAAAA1w/egK4KzDkKNU/s200/HPIM1586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefFE2JCbCI/AAAAAAAAA1o/hSDBxwMcuYo/s1600-h/HPIM1579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325441771432471586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefFE2JCbCI/AAAAAAAAA1o/hSDBxwMcuYo/s200/HPIM1579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Easter Sunday. For a couple of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I love to go to church and listen to all the stories about Jesus' Resurrection. I always leave church with a renewed sense that Jesus' died and was resurrected for me and I can always feel how much I am loved by God. No matter how much I am doubting things in my life I can always count on feeling a sense of overwhelming love. It is so wonderful. I wish I can always feel that way but at always life gets in the way and I become human again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 I love to see my girls and son all dressed up in their new church clothes that my Dad and Debbie send them. They have such good taste (Even growing up I knew my dad always picked out better clothes than my mom): My kids always look so groomed and wonderful on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 I love to watch the kids do egg hunts. Every year we have an egg hunt at my mom's with the cousins and then we have one in the backyard with the Bergsjo cousins. I love to see the anticipation on the kids faces as they line up and then someone yells go and it is total udder chaos for a whole 30 seconds with kids screaming, and yelling and having a blast. I absolutely love it and my kids look so forward to that all year. Then we enjoy a delicious dinner. I am so thankful for all the family that we live around and for all the family that join us in making Easter a fun holiday for all the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-4717210817875528989?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4717210817875528989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=4717210817875528989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4717210817875528989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4717210817875528989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday.'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefFFzhD64I/AAAAAAAAA2I/BEk9RqN5B2s/s72-c/HPIM1603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-4169290411884813691</id><published>2009-04-16T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:37:32.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying Eggs!!! UGH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefAaHCUIFI/AAAAAAAAA1g/XPOnPVfaDBk/s1600-h/HPIM1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325436639186788434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefAaHCUIFI/AAAAAAAAA1g/XPOnPVfaDBk/s200/HPIM1563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt;, Ryan, and Lyndsey in a rare moment that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; is not beating them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefAZxTBatI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ZidsxJaFfqw/s1600-h/HPIM1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325436633351285458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefAZxTBatI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ZidsxJaFfqw/s200/HPIM1560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; checking out the kids egg work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefAZjWXSlI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Y5A5qa47rtM/s1600-h/HPIM1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325436629607205458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefAZjWXSlI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Y5A5qa47rtM/s200/HPIM1559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashton concentrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefAZRVx60I/AAAAAAAAA1I/P3yvO83JXpc/s1600-h/HPIM1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325436624772918082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefAZRVx60I/AAAAAAAAA1I/P3yvO83JXpc/s200/HPIM1557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; was so excited to turn a white egg green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefAZXXDjjI/AAAAAAAAA1A/56kTut1Z6OI/s1600-h/HPIM1556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325436626388880946" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefAZXXDjjI/AAAAAAAAA1A/56kTut1Z6OI/s200/HPIM1556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; was under the impression we were going egg hunting with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt; basket! Silly girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday my sister in law Tara was so nice to invite us over to dye Easter eggs. Now normally people do this every year but I will let everyone in on a little secret. &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;don't do the egg dying in our family! I did it once when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ashton&lt;/span&gt; was almost 4 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kaylee&lt;/span&gt; was almost 2 and I was so irritated about the mess and the dye on the kids clothes and cleaning up that Marty has been very nice and taken over that job with the kids. It seems to work out better and the kids have a lot more fun without a mom who is so stressed that she can't enjoy herself. Well this year was better. Probably partly because my kids are now almost 11 and 9 and the baby really wasn't that into it. It turned out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; better and I wasn't nearly as stressed as in the past. Thanks Tara for the invite. &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/626558126751270486-4169290411884813691?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4169290411884813691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=4169290411884813691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4169290411884813691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4169290411884813691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/04/dying-eggs-ugh.html' title='Dying Eggs!!! UGH!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SefAaHCUIFI/AAAAAAAAA1g/XPOnPVfaDBk/s72-c/HPIM1563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-5513320280312902888</id><published>2009-04-16T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:20:28.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Animal Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/See847synkI/AAAAAAAAA04/TRFuW9dKLRo/s1600-h/HPIM1578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325432770673155650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/See847synkI/AAAAAAAAA04/TRFuW9dKLRo/s200/HPIM1578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/See84oN8KrI/AAAAAAAAA0w/-D8q0lYGIdo/s1600-h/HPIM1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325432765443484338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/See84oN8KrI/AAAAAAAAA0w/-D8q0lYGIdo/s200/HPIM1575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/See84QTJFoI/AAAAAAAAA0o/JteT_VkzSdM/s1600-h/HPIM1577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325432759022851714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/See84QTJFoI/AAAAAAAAA0o/JteT_VkzSdM/s200/HPIM1577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/See84B3cTbI/AAAAAAAAA0g/e0gQ762J0MY/s1600-h/HPIM1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325432755148574130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/See84B3cTbI/AAAAAAAAA0g/e0gQ762J0MY/s200/HPIM1571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/See83_YD5fI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/LMohBlJ2HXA/s1600-h/HPIM1566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325432754480080370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/See83_YD5fI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/LMohBlJ2HXA/s200/HPIM1566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister in laws and I were able to go to the American west heritage centers baby animal days this year. I have never been able to go but I was kinda wanting to let Kenzie get out and see some sites so off we went. I didn't know how much Ashton and Kaylee would like it but they loved it as well. Our first encounter with an animal ended with the goat trying to suck Kenzies thumb. She didn't like that and that was almost the last encounter she had with an animal. The only other animal she touched was a snake. It was good to get out and it was fun for the kids to be able to enjoy the day with their cousins. Thanks for inviting us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-5513320280312902888?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5513320280312902888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=5513320280312902888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5513320280312902888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5513320280312902888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-animal-days.html' title='Baby Animal Days'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/See847synkI/AAAAAAAAA04/TRFuW9dKLRo/s72-c/HPIM1578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-6202503587580684059</id><published>2009-04-08T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:44:10.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sd1uwsZdlMI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Ugvul3ki18k/s1600-h/the+shack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322532117452526786" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sd1uwsZdlMI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Ugvul3ki18k/s200/the+shack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my latest find and for all those who have read it I would love to know what you think of it. For thoseof you who haven't read it I think it is a great book. Definetly one that would be great to discuss. Hope you all enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-6202503587580684059?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6202503587580684059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=6202503587580684059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6202503587580684059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6202503587580684059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='The Shack'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sd1uwsZdlMI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Ugvul3ki18k/s72-c/the+shack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-8440263668410142865</id><published>2009-04-08T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:52:10.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I ever get it right!</title><content type='html'>My sister got married in June &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OF LAST YEAR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and this is what they got from me for a wedding present. Or should I say getting from me. I am finally putting the finishing touches on this &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lovely &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;clock when I realize that their last name is spelled wrong-&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AGAIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I have ordered stickers &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;twice &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for this project and both times I have given the lady the wrong spelling. The funny thing about this is that I was about to peel the stickers and was thinking to myself "wouldn't it be funny if I spelled the name wrong" and having to double check things like I do I got on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and looked up her name and realized it is spelled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaumo&lt;/span&gt;. Who decided that K and C should sound the same anyway? I would really like to talk to that person-&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sd1fwA4A_3I/AAAAAAAAA0I/Px2QouO3i80/s1600-h/HPIM1553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322515613095100274" style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sd1fwA4A_3I/AAAAAAAAA0I/Px2QouO3i80/s200/HPIM1553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-8440263668410142865?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8440263668410142865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=8440263668410142865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8440263668410142865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8440263668410142865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/04/will-i-ever-get-it-right.html' title='Will I ever get it right!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sd1fwA4A_3I/AAAAAAAAA0I/Px2QouO3i80/s72-c/HPIM1553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-4865469851658559808</id><published>2009-04-08T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:36:11.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Long as I have my Sister.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday I had to work and Marty and Ashton had to go clean the church. Kaylee has been a very good babysitter when it is just for short periods of time. When she is in charge she takes excellent care of her sister. We find her very &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stylish &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in all kinds of clothes we didn't realize went together. She always has her clean and her hair done. So on Saturday, I ended up finding the kids and Marty at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt;. I just had to laugh at how &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CUTE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; was dressed. Enjoy the pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sd1eoemlxPI/AAAAAAAAAzw/yCLy6HR-HAw/s1600-h/HPIM1552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322514384124495090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sd1eoemlxPI/AAAAAAAAAzw/yCLy6HR-HAw/s200/HPIM1552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sd1eolS9FgI/AAAAAAAAAz4/7E7KSBw_1fc/s1600-h/HPIM1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322514385921185282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sd1eolS9FgI/AAAAAAAAAz4/7E7KSBw_1fc/s200/HPIM1551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-4865469851658559808?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4865469851658559808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=4865469851658559808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4865469851658559808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4865469851658559808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-long-as-i-have-my-sister.html' title='As Long as I have my Sister.'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/Sd1eoemlxPI/AAAAAAAAAzw/yCLy6HR-HAw/s72-c/HPIM1552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-5717072102910972748</id><published>2009-03-23T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:02:29.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new member of the family.</title><content type='html'>Last week Marty decided to let Ashton get a dog. What were we thinking! Its a cute dog but boy does he stink. After we bought the dog Marty looked up stuff about it on the Internet and discovered that Boston Terriers are flatulent dogs. Would have been nice to know before we bought him! Ashton named him spike and we are hoping with time this dog will fit into our family.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/ScfOlRztIZI/AAAAAAAAAzo/KBsLtokoq7o/s1600-h/HPIM1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316445024964911506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/ScfOlRztIZI/AAAAAAAAAzo/KBsLtokoq7o/s200/HPIM1537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/ScfOk1IsXxI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Ju6PmX88ZQE/s1600-h/HPIM1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316445017268313874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/ScfOk1IsXxI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Ju6PmX88ZQE/s200/HPIM1541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-5717072102910972748?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5717072102910972748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=5717072102910972748' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5717072102910972748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5717072102910972748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-member-of-family.html' title='A new member of the family.'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/ScfOlRztIZI/AAAAAAAAAzo/KBsLtokoq7o/s72-c/HPIM1537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-2260330947953306712</id><published>2009-03-23T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:44:35.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Blogging!</title><content type='html'>So after reading previous comments about my lack of blogging I decided to update. Face book has just gotten too addicting for me. Hope you enjoy the new look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-2260330947953306712?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/2260330947953306712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=2260330947953306712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/2260330947953306712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/2260330947953306712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back to Blogging!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-3838602952105919059</id><published>2009-03-05T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:16:40.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashton is all grown up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SbB5VNv_StI/AAAAAAAAAzY/oSzGbkSqrz0/s1600-h/HPIM0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309877366044969682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SbB5VNv_StI/AAAAAAAAAzY/oSzGbkSqrz0/s200/HPIM0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were at dinner last week with Tiffany and her girls and Ashton says so seriously "Mom do you know what they are teaching us at school?" I just laughed and asked him what they were teaching him and his reply was "They want to teach us stuff we are NOT supposed to know about" I then remembered that we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a paper stating that they were going to do their maturation section in school on Friday. He is so funny. I then asked him when he would like to learn about stuff like that and he told me when he was married! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also attended a meeting today for his 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; grade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sign up&lt;/span&gt;. Yep he will start middle school here next year. I don't know where the time went but boy he is big. All month long he has been asking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ipod's&lt;/span&gt; and cell phones and really I just want him to be the little boy whose biggest problem was to tell people he WAS retarded when we were all telling him he WASN'T. I am secretly trying to figure out a way to sit outside the school and spy on him like I did when he was in kindergarten. Yeah I was also that parent that asked him repeatedly about liking preschool waiting for him to say no so he never had to go back! That day never came and here we are going into 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; grade. I hope he always remembers the things we taught him and how to behave. And most importantly I hope he remembers that the only girls that will always be around are his sisters!!!!!! Good luck Ashy boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-3838602952105919059?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/3838602952105919059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=3838602952105919059' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/3838602952105919059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/3838602952105919059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/03/ashton-is-all-grown-up.html' title='Ashton is all grown up!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SbB5VNv_StI/AAAAAAAAAzY/oSzGbkSqrz0/s72-c/HPIM0135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-562665337794097404</id><published>2009-03-05T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:59:03.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow- Did we have February?</title><content type='html'>I just got on my blog and realized that I haven't blogged at all last month. Did it come and go that fast? Crazy. Well here's and update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have been working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;marty&lt;/span&gt; not so much, but hopefully that will turn around.&lt;br /&gt;-We had the opportunity to attend the walk through of the Draper Temple. My brother and his wife, my sister and her husband, My mom and grandma, Our family, Grant, Linda, Michelle and my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt; and her kids all went. Afterwards we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cabella's&lt;/span&gt; and then to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt;. I loved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt; but Kelly and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; need to go by ourselves- so no one gets upset over how long we take to look around.&lt;br /&gt;- I quit drinking soda once again and started running. So far so good. But I pulled a muscle today so we will see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;- I spend the first of the week in Ogden with Kelly having surgery and Marty did a super job taking care of the kids for me. I really love him and appreciate all his patience with me.&lt;br /&gt;- All else is well. I don't think our month was that exciting but it must have been busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-562665337794097404?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/562665337794097404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=562665337794097404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/562665337794097404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/562665337794097404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow-did-we-have-february.html' title='Wow- Did we have February?'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-212513550177930833</id><published>2009-01-29T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:46:49.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle's coming home.</title><content type='html'>I am excited to say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; will get to meet her aunt Michelle for the first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; at 12:45. Yes it has been a year and a half and Michelle is officially already done with her mission. Marty's parents went over to Peru last Monday to have a little vacation and get her. They fly home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; and we are all going to meet them at the airport. Michelle has requested Famous Dave's for lunch. I think she has been on a strict diet of beans and rice or chicken and rice and she thinks she needs meat. We are excited to see her and home her mission was a wonderful time in her life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-212513550177930833?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/212513550177930833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=212513550177930833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/212513550177930833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/212513550177930833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/01/michelles-coming-home.html' title='Michelle&apos;s coming home.'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-7541285165008001873</id><published>2009-01-08T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:23:40.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learned in 2008</title><content type='html'>1. That you can love someone so much your heart actually feels like it is going to come out of your chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When someone says they will still be around when you are 80- they mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. That ten year old's have hormones- lots of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No job is stable in this day and age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. That it is possbile to not eat for two days and still gain three pounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.That marriage still isn't easy even after 11 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-7541285165008001873?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/7541285165008001873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=7541285165008001873' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7541285165008001873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7541285165008001873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-i-learned-in-2008.html' title='What I learned in 2008'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-2743589365662062714</id><published>2009-01-08T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:56:50.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Maybe if I put these our for everyone to see I will hold too them. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am going to manage my money better.&lt;br /&gt;2. I will lose 30 Lbs. by May&lt;br /&gt;3. I will simplify my life&lt;br /&gt;4. I will be more productive and use my time more wisely.&lt;br /&gt;5. I will magnify my calling and put all I have into the YW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wish me luck and if anyone has some great ideas on how to keep these be sure to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-2743589365662062714?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/2743589365662062714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=2743589365662062714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/2743589365662062714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/2743589365662062714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-4239400801263170138</id><published>2009-01-08T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:52:59.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>My sister in law's parents own the bowling alley in Preston so every year they do a party and invite us to attend. We were really excited this year because the last two years we were either sick or I had to work so we weren't able to go. Tara and her family came as well as her sister and her family so we had someone to hang out with. The kids love to pretend they are " running" the business with Allisen in charge and showing them the ropes. They had fun putting up the bumpers and turning on and off the switches as well as spraying the shoes and putting them away! What a bunch of workers. The rest of us adults bowled our hearts out. I think Tara and I bowled four games and our fingers were really sore. We rang in the New Year with the rest of the party crew and helped clean up. We were headed home at 12:30. The baby was so good. She is definitely my kid soaring through the night like an owl or something. Marty and I got home and decided to watch a movie. If were up, why not. We didn't get to be until around 3:30. We haven't stayed up that late in I don't know how long!! Thank goodness the kids slept in. We had a blast at the party and want to tell our Aunt Tiff and her parents thanks for always putting so much fun and effort into making sure everyone has a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYvOsCj-bI/AAAAAAAAAx0/jzipAPk2AgM/s1600-h/new+years+eve+08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288966741779806642" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYvOsCj-bI/AAAAAAAAAx0/jzipAPk2AgM/s200/new+years+eve+08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYvMkfLFXI/AAAAAAAAAxc/8ag-CdfCrC0/s1600-h/new+years+eve+08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288966705392588146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYvMkfLFXI/AAAAAAAAAxc/8ag-CdfCrC0/s200/new+years+eve+08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYvNNS2O8I/AAAAAAAAAxk/c6iOgmMl-wQ/s1600-h/new+years+eve+08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288966716346743746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYvNNS2O8I/AAAAAAAAAxk/c6iOgmMl-wQ/s200/new+years+eve+08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYvORWAPVI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Joxk7HT6_I8/s1600-h/new+years+eve+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288966734613593426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYvORWAPVI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Joxk7HT6_I8/s200/new+years+eve+08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-4239400801263170138?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4239400801263170138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=4239400801263170138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4239400801263170138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4239400801263170138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Years Eve'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYvOsCj-bI/AAAAAAAAAx0/jzipAPk2AgM/s72-c/new+years+eve+08+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-5750681583782099620</id><published>2009-01-08T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:39:59.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to South Dakota</title><content type='html'>We were supposed to leave the day after Christmas to go to South Dakota but the storm left the roads so bad that we decided to wait until Saturday to go. We left at 6:45 in the morning and got to my dad's around 6 that night. That was actually really good time. the roads were great and other than both the girls getting care sick, it was a great ride. We only spent a couple of days there because we wanted to be home for New Years but it was a nice visit. I always love seeing my dad and my step mom and am always thankful for all they do for us when we are there. We get three FULL meals a day cooked by my dad and my step mom is always trying to sneak and do our laundry! The kids love to play with their cousin Ayden and its just a comfortable place to spend some time. Thanks Dad and Debbie for letting us come and we hope to see you again soon. We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-5750681583782099620?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5750681583782099620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=5750681583782099620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5750681583782099620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5750681583782099620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/01/off-to-south-dakota.html' title='Off to South Dakota'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-682768137694980732</id><published>2009-01-08T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:33:23.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared of Santa?</title><content type='html'>I had to post this. Santa came and visited us the night we did our secret santa family and kenzie's face was too funny. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYqV0Q_jyI/AAAAAAAAAw8/vnI5Ny66K28/s1600-h/christmas+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288961366688763682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYqV0Q_jyI/AAAAAAAAAw8/vnI5Ny66K28/s200/christmas+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYqWXGzmQI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ovqZCUTiDxQ/s1600-h/christmas+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288961376041277698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYqWXGzmQI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ovqZCUTiDxQ/s200/christmas+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYqXECG-fI/AAAAAAAAAxM/VkGgcRhQBsU/s1600-h/christmas+2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288961388101171698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYqXECG-fI/AAAAAAAAAxM/VkGgcRhQBsU/s200/christmas+2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYqXrPiNQI/AAAAAAAAAxU/HTMvtTICpaA/s1600-h/christmas+2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288961398626465026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYqXrPiNQI/AAAAAAAAAxU/HTMvtTICpaA/s200/christmas+2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Kenzie and Brylee and I don't think either one of them really liked Santa!!&lt;br /&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/626558126751270486-682768137694980732?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/682768137694980732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=682768137694980732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/682768137694980732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/682768137694980732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/01/scared-of-santa.html' title='Scared of Santa?'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYqV0Q_jyI/AAAAAAAAAw8/vnI5Ny66K28/s72-c/christmas+2008+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-7987211947574666328</id><published>2009-01-08T08:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:23:46.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYoeoxItJI/AAAAAAAAAws/jnJ4GgtPEKg/s1600-h/christmas+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288959319197922450" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYoeoxItJI/AAAAAAAAAws/jnJ4GgtPEKg/s200/christmas+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYofbJ1S7I/AAAAAAAAAw0/6chntT37Iuc/s1600-h/christmas+2008+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288959332723280818" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYofbJ1S7I/AAAAAAAAAw0/6chntT37Iuc/s200/christmas+2008+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been some time since I posted so I thought I should fill you in on our lives. We had a very good holiday season. I love when the kids get a break and we are able to have two weeks without schedules. They do get bored but we usually find things to keep them busy. On Christmas day we started out by opening our Santa presents and then our stuff under the tree. The kids got Rock Band (which they love) so they were set to stay home for the rest of the day and play that! But we went over to Tiffany and Andy's so we could open presents and do lunch with them. Then after that we headed out to my mom's and opened more presents and did dinner. We were stuffed! We were home by 5 and the kids were very happy so they could play their games. Tiffany and Andy and the girls came over and I thought Tiff was going to end up staying the night because Andy couldn't get her away from Rock Band. By the time we emerged from the basement, Logan was in a blizzard. I had to go to work so Marty took me and it took us 15 minutes to get 2 miles down the road. I thought it was an awesome way to end our holiday. I love Christmas and all the feelings that come with it. I love being able to spend time with family and I love that people are unexceptionally happy throughout this time of year. I love seeing all the cute little Christmas shows and fun little activities that we get to attend. Although it took me a little while to get in the Christmas spirit this year I am very thankful for the fun times and memories we were able to create.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-7987211947574666328?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/7987211947574666328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=7987211947574666328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7987211947574666328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7987211947574666328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-behind.html' title='A little behind'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SWYoeoxItJI/AAAAAAAAAws/jnJ4GgtPEKg/s72-c/christmas+2008+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-455820564002938618</id><published>2008-11-24T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:04:56.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Announcing</title><content type='html'>That's right I'm going to be an AUNT again! Now you can all breath. My sister just found out that she is pregnant and my brothers wife is having a boy. I am so excited for both of them and although kids are hard they are such a blessing to have. Everyday my kids make me laugh and cry and I wouldn't want things any other way. Congrats to them and I know they will be great parents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-455820564002938618?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/455820564002938618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=455820564002938618' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/455820564002938618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/455820564002938618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-announcing.html' title='I&apos;m Announcing'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-8294875040634556119</id><published>2008-11-24T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:53:45.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love paybacks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SSsg91UgxCI/AAAAAAAAAwc/baDQzZ8Ulac/s1600-h/ashton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272344035424519202" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SSsg91UgxCI/AAAAAAAAAwc/baDQzZ8Ulac/s200/ashton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a picture of Kenzie, not Kaylee, yeah that's right it's Ashton. When he was little we left him in the care of his two very responsible uncles and this is what we came home too. Well, 10 years later it is time for paybacks. My brother in law rob's little boy had an accident last week at my house and what better time to play dress up I thought. Here is my cute nephew sporting one of Kaylee's pink shirts! I love paybacks! I love you Ryan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SSsiH_ZbqeI/AAAAAAAAAwk/9BFCjW2dZw8/s1600-h/misc+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272345309439830498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SSsiH_ZbqeI/AAAAAAAAAwk/9BFCjW2dZw8/s200/misc+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-8294875040634556119?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8294875040634556119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=8294875040634556119' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8294875040634556119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8294875040634556119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-paybacks.html' title='I love paybacks!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SSsg91UgxCI/AAAAAAAAAwc/baDQzZ8Ulac/s72-c/ashton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-3797517691318865085</id><published>2008-11-13T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:53:28.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Dad's in Charge</title><content type='html'>Saturdays are my day to work and that means that Marty is in charge of the kids. Now usually I come home to a house that is half clean and kids that may or may not be dressed and all sorts of other surprises but nothing has baffled me more than what happened last Saturday. Marty decided to get the garden cleaned up (good choice), the yard cleaned up (also a good choice) and make the kids help (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; been a good choice). So they got up and he left getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; dressed up to Kaylee. Now normally Kaylee does an excellent job at picking out clothes for the day but I guess someone forgot to inform her that when you are going to get muddy putting on a BRAND NEW outfit just doesn't go. So my cute little Kaylee got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; dressed in what she thought was a very styling outfit with her HARLEY DAVIDSON LEATHER boots and off they headed outside. Outside- where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; had a blast crawling through the mud, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;smooshing&lt;/span&gt; tomatoes on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;herself&lt;/span&gt;, eating the dirt, carrots and other leftovers and who knows what else. So I come home to a bathed baby (another good choice) and instructions that her clothes are out on the porch for me to clean. So I walk outside and realize that her brand new outfit is COVERED in mud and tomatoes! Now who lets their 14 month old play in the mud and tomatoes in brand new clothes! Someone who doesn't do the wash, buy clothes or realize what a bad choice he is making. So I come inside, get the stain stick, go back outside, and proceed to clean the "mess" that was made. All the while thinking- why am I raising 4 kids instead of 3! So I get the clothes doused with stain remover, throw the white shirt out (bad choice on buying white- that was my bad) and come into the house to throw the stuff in the laundry. I then decide I better eat because things are always worse when you are hungry and proceed to tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Marty&lt;/span&gt; how dumb I think he is for letting this all happen. Do you know his response- "Well I didn't get her dressed". I was so mad. He on the other hand thought it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;. (so much he snapped the picture of my face for me to blog) So I decide to give Kaylee a lesson on proper dressing for her sister and I am explaining that when we do dirty things to please put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; in old clothes and old shoes. Her response-" mom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kenzie's&lt;/span&gt; a year old, she doesn't OWN old things". You have to love her honesty! So that is my story about what happens when dad's in charge. Now that its been 5 days I can laugh but boy was I hot about that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRxyY3wrq0I/AAAAAAAAAv8/tk0ocKGmfXg/s1600-h/kenzie+in+the+garden5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268211435727203138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRxyY3wrq0I/AAAAAAAAAv8/tk0ocKGmfXg/s200/kenzie+in+the+garden5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRxyZVE5IuI/AAAAAAAAAwE/PkuwExoeSoI/s1600-h/kenzie+in+the+garden6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268211443596600034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRxyZVE5IuI/AAAAAAAAAwE/PkuwExoeSoI/s200/kenzie+in+the+garden6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRxyYWUYD9I/AAAAAAAAAv0/eBsqc7X6_zQ/s1600-h/kenzie+in+the+garden3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268211426750107602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRxyYWUYD9I/AAAAAAAAAv0/eBsqc7X6_zQ/s200/kenzie+in+the+garden3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRxyZ36oJVI/AAAAAAAAAwM/ubomgg41fFg/s1600-h/kenzie+in+the+garden7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268211452948784466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRxyZ36oJVI/AAAAAAAAAwM/ubomgg41fFg/s200/kenzie+in+the+garden7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/626558126751270486-3797517691318865085?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/3797517691318865085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=3797517691318865085' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/3797517691318865085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/3797517691318865085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-dads-in-charge.html' title='When Dad&apos;s in Charge'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRxyY3wrq0I/AAAAAAAAAv8/tk0ocKGmfXg/s72-c/kenzie+in+the+garden5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-5459315888960321661</id><published>2008-11-04T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:47:51.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Melinda</title><content type='html'>*Tagged*&lt;br /&gt;7 things about myself. I'm pretty sure I have had this tag before but I will do it again-for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) I have never had the chicken pox. I have been exposed numerous times to try and get it over with but no go. Any volunteers to come take care of me when I DO get them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) I love to read and read at least two books at one time. I don't know how I can forget important dates but I can tell you what is going on while reading four different books! Go Figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) I was done having kids about 7 years ago. I even gave most of my stuff away but we had a late bloomer and are so grateful someone had other plans for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) I was adopted by my dad when I was 4. This was by far the best thing that could have ever happened in my life. I love my dad and am very grateful for all the love and support he always gives me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) I LOVE the smell of fresh brewed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt;. Surprisingly I have always hated the taste but I could spend the day in a coffee shop just to smell the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; I worked as a telemarketer and would change my name depending on which state we were calling. For example: I was always sunny when calling Florida or California, or Wendy when calling Wyoming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) I always wanted to be a school teacher until I had Kaylee. My nurse was so nurturing and in charge at the same time- both things I needed and that is when I realized that I wanted to be a nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylianne&lt;/span&gt; Valenzuela, Tiff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bergsjo&lt;/span&gt; and Tiff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-5459315888960321661?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5459315888960321661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=5459315888960321661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5459315888960321661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5459315888960321661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-melinda.html' title='Tagged by Melinda'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-322242831885104056</id><published>2008-11-04T14:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:47:24.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged By Suzanne</title><content type='html'>*Tagged* 5 Wonderful Qualities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List every member in your family including yourself and five qualities to go with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marty: (1) He is very, very understanding of my many faults. (2) He is Hilarious. (3) He cooks so good and can make a meal out of nothing. (4) Of course I think he is so cute (5) Always makes sure his family is taken care of financially and works extra hard so I don't have too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (1) I have a heart of gold and would give someone the shirt off my back if needed. (2) I am a very good friend (3) I am a bit of a clean freak (4) I have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt; personality (5) I am determined to finish school- even if it takes me til I'm 90!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton: (1) He is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;handsome&lt;/span&gt; and a bit of a ladies man (2) He is a practical joker (3) He loves his baby sister and takes such good care of her. (4) He is always thinking of ways to make money without working too much (5) He is very logical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee: (1) she is sassy- this is good because I never worry about someone picking on her or someone she knows- she slams them down! (2) She is so pretty. (3) She is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;excellent&lt;/span&gt; big sister (4) She is a bit of a neat freak-gotta love that! (5) Personality wise she is about the spitting image of me with some sass- what's not to love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt;: (1) She has completed our family (2) she wants everyone to love- she will take both arms and hug two people and then duck out to try and get them to kiss- its hilarious. (3) She can melt your heart when you think you cannot possibly be a mom another day (4) she loves boys with facial hair- a little scary. (5) She is my angel sent from Heaven when I least expected her but needed her the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Jenn Mitchell, Jen Kajma, and Sarah Squire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-322242831885104056?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/322242831885104056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=322242831885104056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/322242831885104056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/322242831885104056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-suzanne.html' title='Tagged By Suzanne'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-4152776132342237213</id><published>2008-11-04T14:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:13:50.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Calling</title><content type='html'>Last week I was called to be the 1st counselor in the Young Women's Presidency. I am so excited about this calling. I was the Cub &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Committee&lt;/span&gt; Chair person before and the bishopric couldn't even tell me what this calling entailed so I don't think I did a very good job. I am so excited to finally have a place where I am going to "fit". In my other ward I was in the primary presidency for several years and absolutely loved going to church. I was serving with three of my closest friends not to mention all of my other friends were teachers! Not being active as a teenager I get very excited to participate in the many things I missed out on. I am even looking forward to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt; camp!! Wish me luck and I hope to be able to magnify my calling and become closer to my Heavenly Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-4152776132342237213?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4152776132342237213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=4152776132342237213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4152776132342237213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4152776132342237213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-new-calling.html' title='My New Calling'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-7713057165364743115</id><published>2008-11-04T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:53:36.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenzie Rae</title><content type='html'>Don't they say the more kids you have the less you take their picture? Maybe that doesn't apply to late bloomers because I think I take more pictures of Kenzie then I did of Ashton. Here is some random picture that have been stored on my camera and NEED to be posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRCGgm6z7wI/AAAAAAAAAu4/blcRsAXvAnc/s1600-h/halloween+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264855859157266178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRCGgm6z7wI/AAAAAAAAAu4/blcRsAXvAnc/s200/halloween+08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little ladybug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRCGfrSQmHI/AAAAAAAAAug/A_OGHOkHXow/s1600-h/kenzie+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264855843149486194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRCGfrSQmHI/AAAAAAAAAug/A_OGHOkHXow/s200/kenzie+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No caption needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRCGffUMXnI/AAAAAAAAAuY/wij5A5iSC7Y/s1600-h/kenzie+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264855839936372338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRCGffUMXnI/AAAAAAAAAuY/wij5A5iSC7Y/s200/kenzie+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bottle, Elmo, Blankie-what more do you need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRCGgGxsClI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Yd9NQbpfHbw/s1600-h/kenzie+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264855850529065554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRCGgGxsClI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Yd9NQbpfHbw/s200/kenzie+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenzie won't eat "real" food but she is definetly lovin the ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRCGgSD9U_I/AAAAAAAAAuw/AgiLX9ntyGI/s1600-h/kenzie+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264855853558486002" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRCGgSD9U_I/AAAAAAAAAuw/AgiLX9ntyGI/s200/kenzie+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenzie thought this big pile of leaves was a bean bag. She just layed there and watched the cars for about 20 minutes. She threw the biggest fit when she finally had to "get up". I just love that kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/626558126751270486-7713057165364743115?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/7713057165364743115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=7713057165364743115' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7713057165364743115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7713057165364743115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/11/kenzie-rae.html' title='Kenzie Rae'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRCGgm6z7wI/AAAAAAAAAu4/blcRsAXvAnc/s72-c/halloween+08+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-8401485438617714187</id><published>2008-11-04T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:18:54.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday November 1st one of Kaylee's best friends Olivia Boer was baptized. We are always happy to attend a baptism. We didn't hear much of the talk because we were in the back row and as you can imagine for the day after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;, kids were loud! She looked so beautiful in her dress and due to so many people attending we were able to get a picture so you will have to take our word on it. Olivia and Kaylee met in Kindergarten and were on the same soccer team that year. They also went to our same church so they got to be good friends. Since we have moved we don't get to see our friends the Boer's as much but they are never far from our thoughts. Congratulations Olivia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRCD4mioG4I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/oCWXdFsmtv8/s1600-h/olivia+baptism+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264852972837804930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRCD4mioG4I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/oCWXdFsmtv8/s200/olivia+baptism+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRCD4RpSVgI/AAAAAAAAAuI/SJvVoKa5dok/s1600-h/olivia+baptism+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264852967228593666" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRCD4RpSVgI/AAAAAAAAAuI/SJvVoKa5dok/s200/olivia+baptism+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/626558126751270486-8401485438617714187?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8401485438617714187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=8401485438617714187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8401485438617714187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8401485438617714187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRCD4mioG4I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/oCWXdFsmtv8/s72-c/olivia+baptism+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-5645126016949495932</id><published>2008-11-04T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:01:33.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Halloween has always been a favorite holiday of mine. At the beginning of the week we went with some of the cousins to the pumpkin walk. I have always loved to take my kids to the pumpkin walk and it was so fun that we could go this year with family.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRB4t3ko0DI/AAAAAAAAAtI/SbbIdqWjPSg/s1600-h/kenzie+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264840693803175986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRB4t3ko0DI/AAAAAAAAAtI/SbbIdqWjPSg/s200/kenzie+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRB4s27sTlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/nxDWOTuvgVU/s1600-h/kenzie+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264840676451569234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRB4s27sTlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/nxDWOTuvgVU/s200/kenzie+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264840685447335058" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRB4tYcczJI/AAAAAAAAAtA/nFbe6jxxyDI/s200/kenzie+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then on Thursday the kids had a Halloween carnival at school. We took McKayla with us and we went with Tiffany and the girls. It was a lot of fun and the kids loved it. They did a punch pass and I thought for sure we would be there an hour tops but 2 and a half hours later we finally made it home! Kaylee won a cake at the cake walk and McKayla won a box of ding dongs so they were very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRB6Ptiq_KI/AAAAAAAAAtY/9IfRs-oePCg/s1600-h/kenzie+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264842374737755298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRB6Ptiq_KI/AAAAAAAAAtY/9IfRs-oePCg/s200/kenzie+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRB6PfTi1wI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Dzy_BYbo8z4/s1600-h/kenzie+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264842370916210434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRB6PfTi1wI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Dzy_BYbo8z4/s200/kenzie+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRB6uS_phFI/AAAAAAAAAto/jL0p82dP-MU/s1600-h/halloween+08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264842900187481170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRB6uS_phFI/AAAAAAAAAto/jL0p82dP-MU/s200/halloween+08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kaylee and Mckayla in an intense game of bingo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRB6uDBuPoI/AAAAAAAAAtg/2fnlhN-fbnY/s1600-h/halloween+08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264842895901212290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRB6uDBuPoI/AAAAAAAAAtg/2fnlhN-fbnY/s200/halloween+08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks ma for coming and chasing kids with me!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Halloween I took Kenzie to the mall with some of the cousins for trick or treating. She didn't really think anything big about it but it was fun to get out. For the most part I think she just wanted a nap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRB8rbGT2uI/AAAAAAAAAtw/fZeJOD7pEY8/s1600-h/kenzie+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264845049846553314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRB8rbGT2uI/AAAAAAAAAtw/fZeJOD7pEY8/s200/kenzie+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRB8sOPIqBI/AAAAAAAAAt4/P_OV9UZuOOY/s1600-h/kenzie+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264845063573776402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRB8sOPIqBI/AAAAAAAAAt4/P_OV9UZuOOY/s200/kenzie+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then of course that night the girls and I headed to Ogden. Ashton stayed home with dad to hand out candy. We enjoyed a night of trick or treating with Kelly, Brandy, and all the kids. Of course we had a blast. We ended up at Kelly's church were they always have a Halloween carnival and the kids always have tons of fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRB8spaxvmI/AAAAAAAAAuA/gf0vy4lkiI0/s1600-h/kenzie+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264845070870363746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRB8spaxvmI/AAAAAAAAAuA/gf0vy4lkiI0/s200/kenzie+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/626558126751270486-5645126016949495932?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5645126016949495932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=5645126016949495932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5645126016949495932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5645126016949495932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008.html' title='Halloween 2008'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SRB4t3ko0DI/AAAAAAAAAtI/SbbIdqWjPSg/s72-c/kenzie+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-9021579472483422876</id><published>2008-10-20T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:14:38.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>October is a crazy month for birthdays so I just want to wish a Happy Birthday to a few very special people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was our good friend Suzanne (no we didn't forget you). Marty and her have been best friends for a couple of centuries or something like that and we have always enjoyed hanging out with her and her husband and most recently her kids. Suzanne has always been there for Marty and I am so glad that he has always had someone as kind as her for a friend. We don't get to see them too much anymore due to us living up here in Logan and them in Clinton but we still think of them often. My best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; of hanging out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/span&gt; was when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Marty&lt;/span&gt; and I went over to her house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Deweyville&lt;/span&gt; EVERY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. Never failed and they never got sick of us. Poor K&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;arwin&lt;/span&gt; would have to choose between studying and hanging with us watching TV and I think we always won. Thanks for all you have done for my family and I. We miss you and hope you had a great birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;it was&lt;/span&gt; my wonderful husbands birthday. I know most of you reading this are probably thinking you haven't heard wonderful and husband very much in the same sentence from me but I guess I am realizing that In Time- Love grows. I have always loved him but recently I have come to realize how much this guy really means to me. When we were dating I was drawn to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Marty's&lt;/span&gt; sarcasm which is ironic that it is the one thing that bothers me the most but is also the one thing that has kept us going for 11 years (in Nov). I love Marty with all of my heart and appreciate all the little and big things he does for me. Happy Birthday and we love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was my best friend Kelly's B-day. Where to start I don't even know. Kelly is the kind of friend that everyone wants but no one ever thinks they will find. I don't know how I got so lucky to have her but I will always be grateful for what she has brought into my life. She is the kind of person that never thinks about herself but is always thinking of everyone else. My favorite quality about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt; is her ability to make a friend everywhere we go. One time we went to Fat Cats arcade and the games kept taking our money and we couldn't find anyone working so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt; was upset and said she was going to find someone to talk to. Well ten minutes later I see her over talking to the manager who had ended up telling her about his week that had included his kids in the hospital or something like that. When she came back to me she was even more upset about his bad luck than about ours! I absolutely love that about her! Happy Birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today- the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; is my cute little grandma's Birthday. She is such a fun and spunky lady and I am so glad that she is our matriarch. She is always up for something fun and exciting and she is like 75 or something (we don't ask anymore) My grandma hates to drive in traffic but you invite her to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;demolition&lt;/span&gt; derby and she is all for it. She claps and hollers with the best of them. We are glad that she has moved back and although we don't see her too much she is never far from our thoughts. Happy Birthday. G-ma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-9021579472483422876?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/9021579472483422876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=9021579472483422876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/9021579472483422876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/9021579472483422876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-5933108516242550299</id><published>2008-10-20T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:39:29.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time goes by</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it has been that long since I posted. Here is a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Salt Lake was awesome. We went to the Reba-Kelly Clarkson concert and it was soooo good. They both sang each others songs so we got an awesome show. Barbara jean also made a surprise visit and did a comedy act so that was so neat as well. We stayed at the Shilo inn and just had a good time. We shopped and went to the movies and shopped and ate and shopped some more. I am so glad I took every ones advise and had a girls weekend. (guilt kicks my butt most of the time) but in doing these things I have come to realize how much better of a mom and wife I am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SPzpXJQROhI/AAAAAAAAAj0/lg4N7dHrj-A/s1600-h/salt+lake+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259335048692316690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SPzpXJQROhI/AAAAAAAAAj0/lg4N7dHrj-A/s200/salt+lake+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SPzpXeOYARI/AAAAAAAAAj8/tODXpQaY4e0/s1600-h/salt+lake+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259335054321516818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SPzpXeOYARI/AAAAAAAAAj8/tODXpQaY4e0/s200/salt+lake+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These aren't the best but you can see Reba and Kelly singing their hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kenzie is a walking, talking, screaming monster. She is still so fun but the one thing I requested when I got pregnant was no screamers and guess what I have- a screamer. She has got some temper (must be marty!) She will try to get a toy once and if that doesn't work the right way watch out. The other day her and my friends boy carter were playing and carter obviously did something wrong and she wreaked havoc on him. Pour dude just sat there and took it. Then she breaks my heart when she gets in trouble.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SPzrKq7RyOI/AAAAAAAAAkM/UXaLaMyLGkQ/s1600-h/kenzie+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259337033416034530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SPzrKq7RyOI/AAAAAAAAAkM/UXaLaMyLGkQ/s200/kenzie+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SPzrLi66azI/AAAAAAAAAkU/c97TV8bIW64/s1600-h/kenzie+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259337048446888754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SPzrLi66azI/AAAAAAAAAkU/c97TV8bIW64/s200/kenzie+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My beautiful sister in law tara just recently lost her mother. Please pray for her as this has been a hard time in her life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We finally got rid of all the pups. Harley is so happy. I know she loves her babies but after so long she starts looking at us like "help-please". She is very happy to be back in the house. (she has issues with peeing so when she is nursing she can't be in my house!) The pups all went to good homes with kids that will love them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School, work and life are all good right now. Hope this post finds you all good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-5933108516242550299?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5933108516242550299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=5933108516242550299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5933108516242550299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5933108516242550299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-goes-by.html' title='Time goes by'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SPzpXJQROhI/AAAAAAAAAj0/lg4N7dHrj-A/s72-c/salt+lake+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-28354205668994724</id><published>2008-10-06T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:46:18.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 days to go!!!</title><content type='html'>If you are in a "Its the best thing in the world to be with home with my husband and my kids" mood, you might not want to read this post! That's right! Friday night I am off to Salt Lake with my two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friends to see Reba and Kelly in concert. Kelly and I thought it would be a good idea to go somewhere for our birthdays this year instead of just out to dinner. We also rented a room for the night so we can extend our girls night and do some shopping the next day. I just can't wait. I am so looking forward to my night without work, kids, homework, and loving hubby. He has told me about 5 times this last week that he just doesn't understand why I need to stay the night and do some shopping after the concert and I am hoping that he will understand when his wife comes home refreshed, after a good FULL nights sleep. I hate to tell him this but every mom needs a night or two out. I know I just went on a mini trip to Provo but hey we still had 3 fun, energetic 8 year old with us. Anyway I woke up this morning and realized that this was the week and had to share. Now I just need to make the rest of my week go by fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-28354205668994724?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/28354205668994724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=28354205668994724' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/28354205668994724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/28354205668994724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-days-to-go.html' title='5 days to go!!!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-7918028759948833958</id><published>2008-09-26T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:45:46.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MMM Potatoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SN1l7PFhwpI/AAAAAAAAAjc/HDAR2es7es4/s1600-h/kenzie+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250464808920269458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SN1l7PFhwpI/AAAAAAAAAjc/HDAR2es7es4/s200/kenzie+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The other day I was feeding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; some potatoes and my phone rang (surprise). I needed to go look at something on the computer and I put the bowl on the table. When I got done and went and checked on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; she had climbed the chair and helped herself to her potatoes. I guess she was really hungry. When I said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; Rae, what are you doing?" She put the bowl down and gave me a look that said "someone had to feed me" and went back to eating. It was just too funny not to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SN1l7cxRcTI/AAAAAAAAAjk/GcLv4xHSTLA/s1600-h/kenzie+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250464812593410354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SN1l7cxRcTI/AAAAAAAAAjk/GcLv4xHSTLA/s200/kenzie+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SN1l7slPZVI/AAAAAAAAAjs/UD19d_BW3uE/s1600-h/kenzie+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250464816837911890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SN1l7slPZVI/AAAAAAAAAjs/UD19d_BW3uE/s200/kenzie+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/626558126751270486-7918028759948833958?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/7918028759948833958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=7918028759948833958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7918028759948833958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7918028759948833958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/09/mmm-potatoes.html' title='MMM Potatoes'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SN1l7PFhwpI/AAAAAAAAAjc/HDAR2es7es4/s72-c/kenzie+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-6078941699195829014</id><published>2008-09-26T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:32:44.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>****I was Tagged by Suzanne****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules:-Link the Person who Tagged you- Mention rules on your blog- Tell about 6 quirks of yours- Tag 6 fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; to do the same- Leave a comment to let them know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am a procrastinator. I have very good intentions of getting things done but somehow they just never end up that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I more often than not don't finish projects. It took me about 4 months to paint 2 walls in my bedroom white. I am not kidding. I love when projects are finished I just always start things and never finish them. My sister's wedding clock- hopefully it will be done before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;- of next year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I always think I am right. Ask my husband. I am never wrong and when I am I have a hard time admitting it. We will see a show and he will say we have seen this before and I am adamant that we haven't and tell him he is losing it and then something will happen and I think to myself Oh well I guess we have seen this before but he doesn't need to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I cannot budget money for the life of me. Many people make comments about Marty having a second account with all the money in it and although many times I complain about not having it at my disposal, this account is there for a reason. More than once he has had to bail me out and given me money when he has already given me the money for the bills. I am working on it though and am very open to suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am always rearranging furniture. I cannot stand to have my house furniture in the same spot for more than a couple of months. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Marty's&lt;/span&gt; family thinks I am more crazy than they did before because my living room has been changed about 5 times in the year and a half that we have lived here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love to thrift shop. Garage sales, thrift stores, you name it and I am there. I love other peoples junk. Recently I discovered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KSL&lt;/span&gt; and visit the site daily. I don't buy a whole lot but I can look for hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-6078941699195829014?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6078941699195829014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=6078941699195829014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6078941699195829014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6078941699195829014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-tagged-by-suzanne-rules-link.html' title=''/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-6725731684856239132</id><published>2008-09-17T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:22:33.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will moving ever get easier</title><content type='html'>With school starting again I always get a little home sick for Ogden. I thought this year wouldn't be too bad but I find myself missing Ogden so much right now. Kaylee has mentioned things about living in Ogden lately too so I think I am rubbing off on her. I just want to take a minute and tell somethings we loved about living in Ogden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We threw some awesome Halloween parties. For the last couple of years I let the kids invite whoever they wanted to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; party at our house. Of course I invited whoever I wanted as well. We loved having these parties and although people thought I was crazy for having 30+ kids running around we will always remember these memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We loved hanging out with all of our friends after school. The thing I miss probably the most is that I don't hang out at Kelly's, Andrea's, Malinda's, Ruth's, Brandy's or my house anymore once again with about 30 kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- walking into church and still being with all of my friends. It never felt like church because we were all still together and still doing crazy stuff. Once Melinda put on a concert to Jem and the Hollogram's in Primary. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Most of all I miss having my best friends just up the street. I can't count how many times they have all been there for me. No matter what was going on for them they never hesitated to watch my kids, help me out, or just stop by to visit. I didn't have my family around so these friends became my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to take a moment and thank all of you for always being there for me with loving arms. I will never find another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;circle&lt;/span&gt; of friends like the ones I have found in you. I love you from the bottom of my heart and you will forever remain there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-6725731684856239132?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6725731684856239132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=6725731684856239132' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6725731684856239132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6725731684856239132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/09/will-moving-ever-get-easier.html' title='Will moving ever get easier'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-8758002580074167580</id><published>2008-09-17T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:37:30.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I thinking!!</title><content type='html'>So as you all know I have been in school for way too long now and am taking my last class that I need to fulfill my generals for a nursing program. Now I took the last year off thinking it is so important for me to be home with the baby. So August came around and I was so excited to get back to the swing of things. I have been studying and studying and studying as much as my time in between work-kids-and house allow. Well I wrote down all of my stuff on a calendar, when everything is due and such. Somehow I wrote down the wrong date of my test and while I was planning on taking the test today, I had feeling to double check dates and found at 5:30 last night that yesterday was the day. Now the class is online so the test is open until the testing center closes but I am taking this class through Weber and had to make it there by 8pm. So needless to say I panicked, threw the kids in the car, called my life saver Brandy to babysit and drove about 80 mph down to Ogden. I did ok on the test. Can't complain cause anything is better than a 0 but oh my am I EVER going to get it together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-8758002580074167580?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8758002580074167580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=8758002580074167580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8758002580074167580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8758002580074167580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-am-i-thinking.html' title='What am I thinking!!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-1892736622262699027</id><published>2008-09-12T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:56:39.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmo in Grouchland</title><content type='html'>Last week I had a killer headache lasting three days and not knowing what to do to entertain Kenzie I was flipping channels and discovered an Elmo movie on HBO. I turned it on and she just sat on the couch with me and watched it. I then discovered that we own the movie and we ended up watching it three times that day. I don't know what she loves so much about this movie but I can put it on and she sits mesmorized. We watch the show about three-four times a day depending. My favorite part is when Elmo goes through a tunnel and the look on her face is sooo concerned! She sits forward and just watches waiting to see if he'll make it! He always does and then she is calm again. I am so amazed at how animated kids are. It is so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SMrWrkhEJgI/AAAAAAAAAjM/9qD5-furfSY/s1600-h/Kenzie%27s+1st+b-day+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245240760051443202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SMrWrkhEJgI/AAAAAAAAAjM/9qD5-furfSY/s200/Kenzie%27s+1st+b-day+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SMrWth2Om5I/AAAAAAAAAjU/_UxbS13DWYI/s1600-h/Kenzie%27s+1st+b-day+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245240793694641042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SMrWth2Om5I/AAAAAAAAAjU/_UxbS13DWYI/s200/Kenzie%27s+1st+b-day+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Kenzie's reaction two different times while watching the drama unfold!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-1892736622262699027?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/1892736622262699027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=1892736622262699027' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/1892736622262699027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/1892736622262699027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/09/elmo-in-grouchland.html' title='Elmo in Grouchland'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SMrWrkhEJgI/AAAAAAAAAjM/9qD5-furfSY/s72-c/Kenzie%27s+1st+b-day+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-4468749548670554016</id><published>2008-09-12T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:46:29.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenzie's first birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-e6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2449958197299502822&amp;amp;site=widget-e6.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197299502822&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e6.slide.com/p1/2449958197299502822/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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It was so weird for me to think of my day back a year. Here was the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and went to work that morning. The kids had an early day at school so I picked them up at 1 and headed out to my mom's in Newton. She had been in a horse accident the day before so I went out to take care of her. I spent a couple hours out there and around 6 was getting tired so I was getting  ready to go. I went to the bathroom and swore I heard a pop. My first thought was "No way" and as I was waiting and nothing was leaking I got up and walked out of the bathroom. My step dad needed a ride to the store so we went out to the car and as I sat down fluid came from everywhere. I turned and said -very calmly- "My water just broke." He turned and said -just as calm- "well, change of plans." I just got up and walked into my mom's house and back into the bathroom. I was trying to stay calm but with Kaylee they broke my water and she was born within 20 minutes so I was struggling. My mom-bless her drugged up mind!- brought me down a pair of pants that I probably couldn't have fit my left leg in. She also was trying so hard to help with the kids and get us out the door. My cousin who lives a block away was our taxi and came to my rescue. Within 5 minutes of my water breaking we were in the car. I only had one small contraction on the way to the hospital. Bless my kids. They listened and did what they were told and little Kaylee even just hopped in the car and sat in my cousin's baby carseat without a word! I got a hold of Marty's dad who responded "Your water broke tonight-like as in just now, Well ok I will go find him" Marty was at church meetings and needed to be hunted down. So this was us walking into the hospital: I am in a wheelchair with my scrub top on and a pair of pants that are like 4 sizes too small, Marty is pushing me mock 20 in his suit, my sister in law tiffany is running to get doors and keeping track of everyone, my mom is following whoever with an icepack on her lip looking just as scared and confused as ever, my kids with their backpacks scared out of their minds, and my cousin who loving drops us off and thanks me for not having a baby in his car! What a site I am sure we were. Once we got to my room, I was reassured that I was only at a 3 and we had plenty of time. So after that we all took a breath. I sent the kids home with Grant and Linda, sent my mom home with my brother and his wife and sent Marty to change his clothes. Finally, my kelly girl, who drove through a rain storm with malfunctioning wiper blades, showed up and Marty returned from his wardrobe change. It remained calm for the most part. Kelly slept in a chair, Tiffany waited on me like I was a queen and Marty sat making his lovely comments like "um do you think we could hurry this up- I'm tired" Gotta love the husband!  After a couple of doses of phentanol, and a few hours of waiting, Kenzie Rae was born weighing 5lbs. 6 oz. born at 1:30 am. She looked just like Marty's grandpa and had lots of dark hair. (well lots to us- the other two were bald!). Her labor was amazing and she is still amazing me everyday. I didn't think I could love another being like my other two kids but she is the light of my life. She is loved and spoiled rotten by everyone in this family and after 9 months of thinking I am way too old for another baby I find that she is what I needed to feel complete. I love her with all of my heart and hope that she feels how much we needed her in this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Kenzie Rae.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-6448865787086181830?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6448865787086181830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=6448865787086181830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6448865787086181830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6448865787086181830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/09/year-ago.html' title='A year ago...'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-3380294966202425646</id><published>2008-09-12T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:51:09.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Us!</title><content type='html'>I guess I haven't realized how long it has been since I last posted. We have been super busy- which is good- but I am looking for some down time now. I will just run through some things that have happened with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now back to school since having Kenzie. I got my associates degree in December from Weber and have to retake my psychology class for a better grade and then hopefully get into a nursing program in the spring. Who knew it would take me this long to finish school. Shoulda tried before I had kids I guess. Everyone says it will be worth it so I guess I will keep plugging along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Ashton lost his best friend a week ago. He let Gizmo out to go to the bathroom and the dog ran into the road and got hit by a car. Ashton has had Gizmo since he was five years old and the dog has slept with him since then. He has always stayed in Ashton's room due to the fact he peed on the floor everywhere else. This has been really hard on Ashton but he is starting to come around again. Last night Mandy- Michelle's dog- which lives next door, died of old age. So as you can imagine we were shedding tears again throughout the night. It is so hard to loose pets but I have to keep reminding my kids that we have memories and that is better than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have done back to school night, birthday parties (My baby turned 1), dinner dates and much more. Like I said it have been busy time for us all. Tonight we have skate night at the school so that should be fun. I am working at the food booth so wish me luck. I hope this updates people a little on what has been going on with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-3380294966202425646?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/3380294966202425646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=3380294966202425646' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/3380294966202425646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/3380294966202425646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/09/update-on-us.html' title='Update on Us!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-1001498037003654031</id><published>2008-08-21T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:00:21.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Queen</title><content type='html'>I was getting Kenzie ready today and I always put lotion in her hair to help it slick better. This is what we got after that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK3VyExu-iI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Q2unv3u8yRU/s1600-h/kenzie+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237076997954271778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK3VyExu-iI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Q2unv3u8yRU/s200/kenzie+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little niece, Lyndsey started laughing and yelled "Whoa, Kenzie Rae's hair!" It was so funny. She then ran to my room to get my camera. (Her mom is a picture aholic) So I guess she wanted a picture. Which I would have probably taken anyway. I also put her in a dress that kelly bought her and thought I would share it with you all. For Two reasons- I love this dress. I think it is adorable. But best of all kelly bougth it from her store-Dollar Tree. I know a dress from the dollar store but thanks to my bargain shopping friend, Kenzie has quite a few outfits from there and yes they were only $1. She also has a heap of swimsuits also only $1. So if you are in the need for a great bargain- step into a dollar tree and see what you find. You might suprise yourself!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK3XMPxM3II/AAAAAAAAAjA/SB5dd3_hnlc/s1600-h/kenzie+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237078547093052546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK3XMPxM3II/AAAAAAAAAjA/SB5dd3_hnlc/s200/kenzie+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-1001498037003654031?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/1001498037003654031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=1001498037003654031' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/1001498037003654031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/1001498037003654031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/08/beauty-queen.html' title='Beauty Queen'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK3VyExu-iI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Q2unv3u8yRU/s72-c/kenzie+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-6104450675982478965</id><published>2008-08-21T12:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:19:37.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post for Lisa and Dani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2-_u_jesI/AAAAAAAAAiw/4FQ_y0mHTYs/s1600-h/puppies+08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237051943857388226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2-_u_jesI/AAAAAAAAAiw/4FQ_y0mHTYs/s200/puppies+08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2-_KyfEoI/AAAAAAAAAio/RTj7bHtVvkg/s1600-h/puppies+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237051934138897026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2-_KyfEoI/AAAAAAAAAio/RTj7bHtVvkg/s200/puppies+08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harley our Chihuahua had her puppies the other night. I am so glad that she does all the work herself because I was exhausted and was quit annoyed when I saw that she had had one. I thought we would be up all night but she just did her thing while Marty and I watched a movie. She had three and we thought she was done so we went to bed and in the morning she had four so I guess we were wrong. She is such a good mama and takes good care of her babies. There are two males and two females and three of them are going to be long haired. We love when she has babies and its fun to get to play with them for a couple of weeks before we sell them. Hope you enjoy these pics you dog lovers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-6104450675982478965?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6104450675982478965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=6104450675982478965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6104450675982478965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6104450675982478965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/08/post-for-lisa-and-dani.html' title='Post for Lisa and Dani'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2-_u_jesI/AAAAAAAAAiw/4FQ_y0mHTYs/s72-c/puppies+08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-8157037598987614228</id><published>2008-08-21T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:09:05.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK27G4R_qRI/AAAAAAAAAig/rLBo9XpThds/s1600-h/HPIM1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237047668563224850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK27G4R_qRI/AAAAAAAAAig/rLBo9XpThds/s200/HPIM1226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK27GpPpHuI/AAAAAAAAAiY/jUOtkYwjLjM/s1600-h/HPIM1225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237047664526827234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK27GpPpHuI/AAAAAAAAAiY/jUOtkYwjLjM/s200/HPIM1225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was my kids' first day of school. They  have talked me into letting them ride their bikes this year. Yes I know they are old enough I guess I just have a hard time letting go. So this is my sob story. On Wednesday my sister in law called to see if I could watch their baby and I told her yes just to bring her at 8:30 so I could take her with me to take the kids. The kids heard this and jumped on me saying we are riding our bikes and your not going with us. I asked them if they wanted me to take them to school for the first day and they asked me why and I said because its the first day and they informed me that they have gone to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wilson&lt;/span&gt; for two years and knew what they were doing. So against MY needs I let them ride their bikes and off they went. How sad is that! So I want to say- what am I chopped liver! I really am feeling like motherhood is a rip off right now. I mean I gave birth to them, changed them, fed them, potty trained them, woke up at night with them, helped them learn to ride the darn bike just to get them for 8 short years and off they go! What is up with that. I really hope that there is more to it than this and sometime they will still need me. I don't even care if it is for a ride or money- just to be needed would be nice. I now know why my mom had a breakdown before my wedding- Kids aren't supposed to grow up so fast!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-8157037598987614228?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8157037598987614228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=8157037598987614228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8157037598987614228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8157037598987614228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/08/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st Day of School'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK27G4R_qRI/AAAAAAAAAig/rLBo9XpThds/s72-c/HPIM1226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-7993661922731489547</id><published>2008-08-21T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:53:42.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All about Kenzie Rae</title><content type='html'>As Kelly has reminded me about every other day for the last month- my baby is turning one in about a week and a half. Were did the time go. I know we all ask ourselves that but I swear it goes faster with each kid. She is just so fun and I really can't get enough of her. Here are some pics of her doing some funny stuff. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK23kkKcJ-I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/YEWeyxRYhFg/s1600-h/HPIM1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237043780512393186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK23kkKcJ-I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/YEWeyxRYhFg/s200/HPIM1135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's wondering what we are doing at such a big slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK23mdJHRzI/AAAAAAAAAhw/a15UJ5YL3Wo/s1600-h/HPIM1218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237043812987520818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK23mdJHRzI/AAAAAAAAAhw/a15UJ5YL3Wo/s200/HPIM1218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was her all day shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK23lk_2M-I/AAAAAAAAAhg/T9FKVtf5-WI/s1600-h/HPIM1180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237043797916267490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK23lk_2M-I/AAAAAAAAAhg/T9FKVtf5-WI/s200/HPIM1180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On kevin's ranger. She didn't quite know what to think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK23mBnKyfI/AAAAAAAAAho/Rl7w2zdtH1k/s1600-h/HPIM1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237043805597387250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK23mBnKyfI/AAAAAAAAAho/Rl7w2zdtH1k/s200/HPIM1221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenzie and Kelly's dog daisy share everything- even food! Yuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK24tE-nLGI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/feGYc7LJTkg/s1600-h/kenzie+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237045026271734882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK24tE-nLGI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/feGYc7LJTkg/s200/kenzie+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chillin on her horse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK24s5Gpv2I/AAAAAAAAAiI/WI2NokxDD_I/s1600-h/kenzie+1st+ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237045023084232546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK24s5Gpv2I/AAAAAAAAAiI/WI2NokxDD_I/s200/kenzie+1st+ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She didn't like when the ride was moving so this is when it finally stopped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK24sci-a9I/AAAAAAAAAh4/B16xhDFFmiQ/s1600-h/HPIM1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237045015418399698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK24sci-a9I/AAAAAAAAAh4/B16xhDFFmiQ/s200/HPIM1222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her own little table at kelly's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK24s0zCyXI/AAAAAAAAAiA/RyLSjYKsvQg/s1600-h/HPIM1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237045021928245618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK24s0zCyXI/AAAAAAAAAiA/RyLSjYKsvQg/s200/HPIM1223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally wearing shoes. It's about time!!&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/626558126751270486-7993661922731489547?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/7993661922731489547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=7993661922731489547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7993661922731489547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7993661922731489547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-about-kenzie-rae.html' title='All about Kenzie Rae'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK23kkKcJ-I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/YEWeyxRYhFg/s72-c/HPIM1135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-5481077650852206079</id><published>2008-08-21T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:32:08.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping in Park City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK20W87eKiI/AAAAAAAAAhI/z-gDIXScFeI/s1600-h/HPIM1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237040248107444770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK20W87eKiI/AAAAAAAAAhI/z-gDIXScFeI/s200/HPIM1220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK20WR3WNhI/AAAAAAAAAhA/P6GjaoTVKuo/s1600-h/HPIM1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237040236547421714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK20WR3WNhI/AAAAAAAAAhA/P6GjaoTVKuo/s200/HPIM1217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, my cute best friend Kelly and I decided to take the kids to Park City shopping. So we loaded up the suburban and off we left. For all of you who know my I am NOT a morning person but I was up and left by 7 am. I called my sister on my way to Ogden and she called me back worried that something was wrong because I was up so early. Just to let you all know- I CAN get up early- I just choose not to most of the time! I wasn't so happy about shopping with the kids but with 10 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; and 8 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; they are very picky about what they want. It was fun for the most part and the kids did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. We had to remind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kylee&lt;/span&gt; and Kaylee that we were in stores and not in a park but they tried to be calm. They were being so funny posing for pictures and trying to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mannequins&lt;/span&gt;. They are so goofy sometimes. I got out of there only spending around $100 which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Marty&lt;/span&gt; reminded me that I could have saved on gas and spent about the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; here. I know he is right but shopping with my best friend comes before money anytime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No pic of Hunter- He's not to big on pictures!! sorry Kel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/626558126751270486-5481077650852206079?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5481077650852206079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=5481077650852206079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5481077650852206079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5481077650852206079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/08/shopping-in-park-city.html' title='Shopping in Park City'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK20W87eKiI/AAAAAAAAAhI/z-gDIXScFeI/s72-c/HPIM1220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-9041205183092161789</id><published>2008-08-21T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:12:48.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowstone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2v3HNP8eI/AAAAAAAAAgo/EhUNZOTE6iM/s1600-h/HPIM1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237035303064039906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2v3HNP8eI/AAAAAAAAAgo/EhUNZOTE6iM/s200/HPIM1156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2v2-C_DDI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ifrCJjJTQnk/s1600-h/HPIM1151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237035300605070386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2v2-C_DDI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ifrCJjJTQnk/s200/HPIM1151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After staying the night in Jackson we headed out to go through Yellowstone. We got to see some really good wonders and the kids were pretty amazed at the stuff they saw. We stayed Friday and Saturday night at Kevin and Heathers cabin in Island park and were able to travel back to see the sights during the days. We returned home at 4:20 on Sunday-in due time because I had to work at 4:30. Nothing like getting my vacations worth.My favorite part of Yellowstone is of course the upper and lower falls. I love waterfalls and have always loved seeing this part. My kids loved Old Faithful. Ashton took about 20 pictures with my camera. When I was viewing these I think I pretty much got a play by play! They were just amazed at all the water coming out and how that all worked. On the way home and out of the park they got a good lesson from grandpa Grant about how things work and what makes things happen and such. It always amazes me how Grant can get the kids to listen to stuff that I think sounds like a science lesson and they soak everything up like sponges. He really makes things interesting for them and I am glad that he gives the lessons and not I because who knows what stuff they would be taught. It was a busy vacation and of course you can't ever see all of Yellowstone but it was neat to be able to let the kids see how beautiful Yellowstone was. They really enjoyed it. We could have done without all the driving but how else are you supposed to go through a national park!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2v3iYC10I/AAAAAAAAAgw/tFUuam4LoNs/s1600-h/HPIM1160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237035310357075778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2v3iYC10I/AAAAAAAAAgw/tFUuam4LoNs/s200/HPIM1160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2v4AL1CsI/AAAAAAAAAg4/iOR0IuTH0ds/s1600-h/HPIM1163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237035318358903490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2v4AL1CsI/AAAAAAAAAg4/iOR0IuTH0ds/s200/HPIM1163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/626558126751270486-9041205183092161789?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/9041205183092161789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=9041205183092161789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/9041205183092161789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/9041205183092161789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/08/yellowstone.html' title='Yellowstone'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2v3HNP8eI/AAAAAAAAAgo/EhUNZOTE6iM/s72-c/HPIM1156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-8786324692897654915</id><published>2008-08-21T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:59:06.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson Hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2sh6KL2yI/AAAAAAAAAgI/XMGZWj2EuRQ/s1600-h/HPIM1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237031640249391906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2sh6KL2yI/AAAAAAAAAgI/XMGZWj2EuRQ/s200/HPIM1141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2shUxRo0I/AAAAAAAAAgA/UxPNCkWlDFo/s1600-h/HPIM1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237031630212801346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2shUxRo0I/AAAAAAAAAgA/UxPNCkWlDFo/s200/HPIM1133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a busy month so it has been awhile since I posted so i hope that I don't bore everyone to death with my many posts of our adventures this month. On the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of August we traveled with Marty's family and went to Jackson Hole for the night. While we were there we took the kids on the alpine slide which they loved. My sister met us there and she stayed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; while the rest of us went on the slide. She said that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; would see us coming down and then look at my sister and just shrug her shoulders like we were crazy or something. Ashton was lucky enough to score a free ticket from a lady who didn't use hers and got to go twice. We heard how unfair that was from Kaylee and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Allisen&lt;/span&gt; but we just said being the oldest has its perks! After that we headed over to have dinner at the Bar J &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wranglers&lt;/span&gt;. They serve you a TON of food. They also put on a show of singing and telling stories and stuff like that. My kids loved the dinner but they were a little bored of the show. I thought it was great. Luckily it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;down poured&lt;/span&gt; and Marty and the kids enjoyed that for awhile. My cute little sister had to leave early to get home but she did get to stay and enjoy dinner with us. I was so glad to see her and am glad that she lives so close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2siEb7chI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/nzEKMrvmNzo/s1600-h/HPIM1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237031643008168466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2siEb7chI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/nzEKMrvmNzo/s200/HPIM1143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2sijJDb1I/AAAAAAAAAgY/obhxfdKA0_Y/s1600-h/HPIM1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237031651250499410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2sijJDb1I/AAAAAAAAAgY/obhxfdKA0_Y/s200/HPIM1148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-8786324692897654915?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8786324692897654915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=8786324692897654915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8786324692897654915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8786324692897654915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/08/jackson-hole.html' title='Jackson Hole'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SK2sh6KL2yI/AAAAAAAAAgI/XMGZWj2EuRQ/s72-c/HPIM1141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-5346377272795500828</id><published>2008-08-05T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:52:23.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kaylee's baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiS07tBnqI/AAAAAAAAAfo/lqpcja7IpCM/s1600-h/LKHatch005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231092405268225698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiS07tBnqI/AAAAAAAAAfo/lqpcja7IpCM/s200/LKHatch005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, my beautiful daughter decided to get baptized. I am so proud of her decision. She was baptized by her dad and she chose her grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Linda&lt;/span&gt; to give a talk on the holy ghost. She had lots of family there and her best friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kylee&lt;/span&gt; came up from Ogden to support her. It was really neat to see her baptised. After her baptism, we came back home and enjoyed a great dinner. Kaylee looked so beautiful in her dress and I hope that she knows how much her dad and I love her. Her dad gave her one of the best blessings I have heard and called her personality energetic. I have never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;referred&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaylee's&lt;/span&gt; moods as "energetic" but her dad gave her a blessing that her personality will serve her well and will become a strength for her. I was so glad to hear that and it gave me a new way of looking at my most spirited child. I know she will go far in life and I know that she is a special person. I am very happy to have her in my life and very thankful for the gospel and the many blessings it brings to my family and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiS1fRsBZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/mkl8J_Q2u6s/s1600-h/LKHatch009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231092414817240466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiS1fRsBZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/mkl8J_Q2u6s/s200/LKHatch009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiS1ohlPtI/AAAAAAAAAf4/2fEg79S4ZCA/s1600-h/LKHatch008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231092417299824338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiS1ohlPtI/AAAAAAAAAf4/2fEg79S4ZCA/s200/LKHatch008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-5346377272795500828?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5346377272795500828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=5346377272795500828' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5346377272795500828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5346377272795500828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/08/kaylees-baptism.html' title='kaylee&apos;s baptism'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiS07tBnqI/AAAAAAAAAfo/lqpcja7IpCM/s72-c/LKHatch005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-8650417041343883764</id><published>2008-08-05T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:36:41.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiNzUL64kI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Nc17Y55fOVM/s1600-h/bowling+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231086879922381378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiNzUL64kI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Nc17Y55fOVM/s200/bowling+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiN0N1Ih1I/AAAAAAAAAfI/9zC7jVVU43g/s1600-h/bowling+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231086895396063058" style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiN0N1Ih1I/AAAAAAAAAfI/9zC7jVVU43g/s200/bowling+005.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Raging waters, the kids and I spent the night at my friend Kelly's house. We can't go through Ogden without a sleepover. The next morning Kelly took Kaylee and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kylee&lt;/span&gt; to a hair appointment and then we headed off to Fat Cats for some bowling. We love that place. It was quit sad because I think the kids all beat Kelly and mine score but it was a lot of fun. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiN0U391uI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/L6mnfnNJ4Us/s1600-h/bowling+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231086897286993634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiN0U391uI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/L6mnfnNJ4Us/s200/bowling+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiNzvsI-xI/AAAAAAAAAfA/oKo3XpV8j9o/s1600-h/bowling+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231086887305280274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiNzvsI-xI/AAAAAAAAAfA/oKo3XpV8j9o/s200/bowling+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the kids talked us into letting them ride the bumper cars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiOWllVTRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/BF_oUyiJvPo/s1600-h/bowling+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231087485887794450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiOWllVTRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/BF_oUyiJvPo/s200/bowling+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiOgrzi3II/AAAAAAAAAfg/m5uV91gHInA/s1600-h/bowling+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231087659356707970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiOgrzi3II/AAAAAAAAAfg/m5uV91gHInA/s200/bowling+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After we played some arcade games, Kelly and I got brave and decided to ride the roller coaster &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;simulator&lt;/span&gt;. It was so fun. We laughed the whole 2 1/2 minutes that the ride lasted. This simulator even turns you upside down and spins you in the air and all kinds of stuff. It isn't as great as lagoon by far but it was pretty fun. After about 4 hours and a lot of money later we decided we better get out of there. We love fat cats but we are so glad it wasn't there when we lived in Ogden. We would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; be broke!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiOWllVTRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/BF_oUyiJvPo/s1600-h/bowling+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-8650417041343883764?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8650417041343883764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=8650417041343883764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8650417041343883764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8650417041343883764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-raging-waters-kids-and-i-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiNzUL64kI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Nc17Y55fOVM/s72-c/bowling+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-3385936668112585539</id><published>2008-08-05T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:23:40.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raging Waters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiL7OxxluI/AAAAAAAAAeY/gILaAg9fowQ/s1600-h/raging+waters+july+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231084816886240994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiL7OxxluI/AAAAAAAAAeY/gILaAg9fowQ/s200/raging+waters+july+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiL7FE7Y-I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/EmQgvt7QVDY/s1600-h/raging+waters+july+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231084814282220514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiL7FE7Y-I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/EmQgvt7QVDY/s200/raging+waters+july+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiL7mOKK2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/WxeqlK9KZ4M/s1600-h/raging+waters+july+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231084823179307874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiL7mOKK2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/WxeqlK9KZ4M/s200/raging+waters+july+2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiL8NnAQaI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Uu8ahYr7A3E/s1600-h/raging+waters+july+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231084833752498594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiL8NnAQaI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Uu8ahYr7A3E/s200/raging+waters+july+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday we were invited by our nice sister in law &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/span&gt; to go to raging waters to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Allisen&lt;/span&gt; do gymnastics and play for the day. We missed her gymnastics by 15 minutes but we had a blast playing at the park all day. We had so much fun playing with all the cousins and riding the water slides. Ashton attempted to go on the big water slide and go stuck halfway through and had to climb out. It was so funny. I got burnt to a crisp but it was such a fun day. Thanks Aunt Tiff for inviting us. And thanks to Kelly, Andria, and Brandy for watching little miss Kenzie so we could really enjoy ourselves! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiL8c22N5I/AAAAAAAAAew/ZyENdp3DjnU/s1600-h/raging+waters+july+2008+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231084837845481362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiL8c22N5I/AAAAAAAAAew/ZyENdp3DjnU/s200/raging+waters+july+2008+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nicole, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Allisen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mckayla&lt;/span&gt;, and mad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kaylee&lt;/span&gt; under the waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/626558126751270486-3385936668112585539?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/3385936668112585539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=3385936668112585539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/3385936668112585539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/3385936668112585539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/08/raging-waters.html' title='Raging Waters'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SJiL7OxxluI/AAAAAAAAAeY/gILaAg9fowQ/s72-c/raging+waters+july+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-233151847935230517</id><published>2008-07-17T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:02:51.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer has definetly begun!</title><content type='html'>So I have to say that my kids have been really, really, enjoyable this summer. Last year I think they were out of school for about three days and I thought I was going to strangle them or myself. But this year they haven't been too bad- until this week. I know that we have been going non stop since school got out and I am sure that has helped but I think I am going to lose my mind by the time the week's over. It's weeks like this that I am so glad that I have a job outside of home to get away from it all! Here are my most spoken phrases this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop Whining" I don't know what it is that makes kids whine but when I put in my order for things I don't want my kids to do I am pretty sure whining was number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" If your so bored clean your room" Bored- who has time to be bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leave that poor baby alone" When she's screaming she obviously doesn't want to have ANYTHING to do with you. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hungry? Again?" I am pretty sure they don't feed you four times in the six hours you are at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No you cannot ride the bus" Thanks to Tiff and Tara for instilling in my kids' mind that if they want to go somewhere there is a bus and its free! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go play" Isn't that what summer is for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that all said I have about 6 hours left before I start my "week" of work and get to turn the house and kids over to my lovely husband who has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abandoned&lt;/span&gt; me for the day to go to his parents cabin to work. Please pray for me!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-233151847935230517?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/233151847935230517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=233151847935230517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/233151847935230517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/233151847935230517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-has-definetly-begun.html' title='Summer has definetly begun!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-7240397691339677865</id><published>2008-07-15T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:03:08.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If we could all be 10 again!</title><content type='html'>Today Ashton was having a hard morning. First he got grounded for not taking care of his dog, then he got sent to his room for fighting, I almost made him go out to mow grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friedli's&lt;/span&gt; lawn, he had to clean his room and the kitchen and to top it all off, I made the kids eat left overs for lunch. As his day was going SO downhill he informed me of a couple of things. When HE is a grownup and a parent, HE is going to have a TV with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; and on demand in the kitchen so his kids can watch it while they eat. HE is also going to never ground his kids. HIS kids will have no chores and they will still get allowance.  As well as HE will never serve them leftovers as a meal! What it would be to think so simple as a ten year old again! Hope all of HIS dreams come true!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"While we try to teach our children all about life,Our children teach us what life is all about." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                               By Angela Schwindt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-7240397691339677865?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/7240397691339677865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=7240397691339677865' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7240397691339677865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7240397691339677865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-we-could-all-be-10-again.html' title='If we could all be 10 again!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-163587720975191905</id><published>2008-07-15T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:35:06.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping! UGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SHzRXa9RcHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/bvb_fPxw1vE/s1600-h/Minnetonka+camping+trip-july+2008+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223279868146446450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SHzRXa9RcHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/bvb_fPxw1vE/s200/Minnetonka+camping+trip-july+2008+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SHzRWmAHVmI/AAAAAAAAAao/zFssPqvuazw/s1600-h/Minnetonka+camping+trip-july+2008+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223279853931288162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SHzRWmAHVmI/AAAAAAAAAao/zFssPqvuazw/s200/Minnetonka+camping+trip-july+2008+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday Marty came up with the brilliant idea to go camping. He was excited, the kids were overjoyed, and I- I was just along for the ride! So we got everything packed and headed up to Porcupine campground by Minnetonka cave on Thursday morning. I was in good spirits- despite my natural ability to dislike camping. We got to Bear Lake (a town I love) and had a great lunch at La Beau's. I love eating outside smelling the Lake. (When I was 13, my best friend Ruby and I spent the summer babysitting for a lady at Alcova Lake and I think that brings back good memories). After lunch we headed up the canyon to find the perfect camp spot. After driving through all the campgrounds we decided on a spot in Porcupine. So we got out and unloaded the truck and then it hit me- Why am I here! I hate to camp! I immediately remembered my top five reasons I dislike to camp so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Bugs. I'm not scared of them but they annoy me to no end. They are always buzzing around your face and &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; go away. Bug spray works but not the way I wanted it to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Setting up a tent. No matter how easy they claim it is, the poles get stuck, you put them in the wrong spots, and someone ends up swearing before you finally have a fabulous &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; room hut where you spend the night on a hard floor-&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;FREEZING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Dirt. It's just everywhere and there is no getting rid of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. No cell service. Kelly and I have an unspoken rule that we chat at least twice a day. With no service how is that possible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. No showers, hot water, or modern bathrooms. Need I say more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the night wasn't great. Kenzie woke up screaming because she was so cold and didn't know where she was. We finally had to warm up her bottle and I sat with her in the suburban for a while before she calmed down. In the morning, Marty made a gourmet breakfast of hash browns, sausage and bacon. After that we packed up camp and headed up the canyon to tour the cave. Kaylee, Kenzie and I only made it halfway through due to Kaylee getting scared? and having to go to the bathroom. What I saw of the cave was pretty cool. When we got out of the cave we were met by Andy, Tiffany and the girls. We had invited them to go, but Tiffany didn't know if they would be able to make it. Once again- no cell service so they got left behind. Sorry guys! After Marty and Ashton made it out we headed down the canyon to go home. We ate lunch in Bear Lake again and then off home we were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So camping is not my idea of fun but all things aside it was worth my discomfort to see how much my husband and kids loved this trip. It was good to be together as a family. We played games and took a walk and really enjoyed time without T.V. and gameboys and yes, the computer. If asked if I would do this again? Yes, in a heartbeat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SHzRV52uWVI/AAAAAAAAAag/B4UeQH_R7R4/s1600-h/Minnetonka+camping+trip-july+2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223279842080741714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SHzRV52uWVI/AAAAAAAAAag/B4UeQH_R7R4/s200/Minnetonka+camping+trip-july+2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SHzRXK1KAgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/wggzuMUEtTw/s1600-h/Minnetonka+camping+trip-july+2008+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223279863817437698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SHzRXK1KAgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/wggzuMUEtTw/s200/Minnetonka+camping+trip-july+2008+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-163587720975191905?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/163587720975191905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=163587720975191905' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/163587720975191905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/163587720975191905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/07/camping-ugh.html' title='Camping! UGH'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SHzRXa9RcHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/bvb_fPxw1vE/s72-c/Minnetonka+camping+trip-july+2008+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-7330413853864749740</id><published>2008-07-09T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:24:16.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Home Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SHWAX62kU9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/ejGLB5G6er8/s1600-h/family+home+evening-+july+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221220491429434322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SHWAX62kU9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/ejGLB5G6er8/s200/family+home+evening-+july+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we first moved up here we were having family home evening every Monday with Marty's side of the family. This was getting to be too much for us all when McKayla, Ashton and Kaylee started school so we have moved it to be joined only the first Monday of the month. This month was Marty's moms turn and since grandma Friedli bought hot dogs for the cabin trip that she thought we were all going to go on- that is what we had for dinner. It was one of the more peaceful home evenings due to the fact that Marty, Andy and Rob were all working. Not that we don't love our guys but they can be sarcastic and not know when to stop. the lesson went good and Grandma Linda had all the kids write stuff about their testimonies down. I had to snap a picture when I looked up and saw my father in law asleep!! The picture is of Alli giving grandpa a wet willy. He just fell back to sleep though. Thanks for the great lesson Grandma Linda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-7330413853864749740?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/7330413853864749740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=7330413853864749740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7330413853864749740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7330413853864749740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-home-evening.html' title='Family Home Evening'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SHWAX62kU9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/ejGLB5G6er8/s72-c/family+home+evening-+july+2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-3794828284210935144</id><published>2008-07-07T10:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:21:28.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-64.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2810246167482031716&amp;amp;site=widget-64.slide.com" style="width:350px;height:262px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:350px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167482031716&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-64.slide.com/p1/2810246167482031716/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SHJBaZYDRMI/AAAAAAAAAZg/O0ODRJlOv88/s200/june+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As most of you know Kaylee and I traveled with my best friend Kelly, her daughter Kylee, and her niece Kambree down to Provo to see Kylee dance at the stadium of fire. It was really one of the funnest trips I have ever taken. We arrived on Wednesday to see that our hotel room wasn't much bigger than Kelly or my bedrooms. Fun we thought. Especially since we took an extra girl, maria, down with us that night. We did survive though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SHI_0v-yFyI/AAAAAAAAAZI/RL8z8nJNK8g/s1600-h/june+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220305093541369634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SHI_0v-yFyI/AAAAAAAAAZI/RL8z8nJNK8g/s200/june+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We unpacked and the girls took of for the pool. Kylee and Maria had dance practice so we dropped them off and &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SHJKP7i0BWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/I0kOmVnuX34/s1600-h/june+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220316555618026850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SHJKP7i0BWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/I0kOmVnuX34/s200/june+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;headed to enjoy a wonderful dinner at Red Lobster. We stopped at Walmart and bought the girls matching Hannah pj's- although Kambree and Kaylee wore theirs for like two days or something! They were all so cute. The next day we took Maria and Kylee to dance and then came back and swam for about 3 hours. I got a little burnt but I definitely needed it. The rest of the day is a blur because I was so worried about my baby at home that I only slept from about 4 to 6 that morning! She was fine by the way. I know we ate and watched t.v. and Ky had two more practices but I couldn't tell you many details. I do remember that her dress rehearsal was at 8 and we were able to go so we got to see the blue man group without their makeup and they did do some interesting moves on stage. Kelly and I had a blast feeling like we were at a rock concert and we were 15 again. It must have stuck with us because when we were done and driving to our hotel, people were camped out for the parade and it was crazy on main street. Usually Kelly has a tad bit of road rage when we are in traffic, but tonight we cranked up the Miley Cyrus, and let the girls yell and wave and have a blast. It was one of the highlights of our trip. When we got to the hotel, even though it was 11 or so, Kelly was all set to walk the booths. The morning of the fourth, Ky had yet ANOTHER practice so Kelly dropped her off and then there was a parade that ran right on our street. Kaylee and Kambree had fun watching it from the balcony and we were glad we weren't in the hot sun. Kelly looked out and saw that big Buddha from fox 13 was sitting in his truck, so we had the girls run down and get a pic with him.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SHJFt-gykPI/AAAAAAAAAZo/wVcDAwV5dIU/s1600-h/june+2008+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220311574252785906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SHJFt-gykPI/AAAAAAAAAZo/wVcDAwV5dIU/s200/june+2008+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They thought that was pretty cool. After we picked up Ky we went and walked around the mall. The girls saw mountain fun (arcade) and we headed in. Kelly and I even tried our luck at dance revolution. We weren't that great though but we had fun doing it. We then headed to our other hotel where we were excited to see that it was normal sized and we weren't going to be so cramped. We got ready and headed to the stadium. It was crazy with people. We saw the girls dance and Sgt. Jill Stevens (Miss Utah) sang for us. Then we saw the blue man group perform again and then Miss Miley performed. It was a fun night. By the time we got to our hotel it was about 1 in the morning. I am so glad we decided to stay the night because I wouldn't have gotten home until Sat anyway. Saturday, we woke up at 9 which is normal for me but quite late for my early riser friend. I think that threw her off for the day! Of course the girls wanted to swim so off they went to the pool. I don't think they wanted our little vacation to end. We finally ended up on the road about 12:30 and as much fun as I was having I was missin' my baby so bad. I finally got home around 5 and was so excited to see her. Amazing that I lived without her for so long and now she is everything to me!! She was so excited to see me but was really attached to her dad. He walked out of the room and she started screaming- and I was holding her! I was glad to see that Marty had cleaned a bit, changed her clothes, and even gave her a bath! He always did this with the other two kids but now that I am home I don't think he gets the hands on that he did. It was a fabulous vacation and I am so glad I had the chance to spend the fourth with my daughter and my best friend. My advise- everyone needs a little girls retreat once in awhile!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220318006736483026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SHJLkZYactI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nMH8oStk1eI/s200/june+2008+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/626558126751270486-7767153502506682226?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/7767153502506682226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=7767153502506682226' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7767153502506682226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/7767153502506682226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-in-provo.html' title='Fun in Provo'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SHJBaZYDRMI/AAAAAAAAAZg/O0ODRJlOv88/s72-c/june+2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-1309393749715331039</id><published>2008-07-01T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:50:09.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July</title><content type='html'>I want to let everyone know how thankful I am for the freedoms that my family and I have. I appreciate so much all the soldiers that gave up their lives to serve our country and make it so that we continue to enjoy the freedoms her in the USA. Our good friend Karwin is away in Iraq as well as a couple of our other friends' husbands and I hope they know they are all in our prayers. We pray for their safty, their families, and their wellbeing while away. I cannot express enough thanks to them and their families for the hardships they endure to make sure we are safe. Kaylee and I will be going to the stadium of fire this year to see her friend Kylee dance and we will be thinking of all the great people we have protecting us. We Love You All.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-1309393749715331039?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/1309393749715331039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=1309393749715331039' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/1309393749715331039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/1309393749715331039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-2740584959096840369</id><published>2008-07-01T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:59:04.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week in review</title><content type='html'>My week last week was a little crazy as summer goes. On Monday Ashton got sick and by Tuesday he was really sick so off to I&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nstacare&lt;/span&gt; we went. Strep throat I told them and ear infection the doctor told me so that was the end of that visit. By &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; he was REALLY sick and so I called his pediatrician and took him in there. Guess what he told me- Yep strep throat. I was so irritated but after a shot in the butt for Ashton, away we went. He wanted a J&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;amba&lt;/span&gt; juice so we stopped and got him and I one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; loves J&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;amba&lt;/span&gt; juice so she drank most of mine. Whenever I took it away she got so mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqTh-7xhHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Naux4j6GVWw/s1600-h/HPIM0898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218145330300814450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqTh-7xhHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Naux4j6GVWw/s200/HPIM0898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqTiatuyNI/AAAAAAAAAWo/j5iBZAdtjr4/s1600-h/HPIM0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218145337758107858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqTiatuyNI/AAAAAAAAAWo/j5iBZAdtjr4/s200/HPIM0900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqTiqwOBvI/AAAAAAAAAWw/f6Oe3h-aNSM/s1600-h/HPIM0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218145342063511282" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqTiqwOBvI/AAAAAAAAAWw/f6Oe3h-aNSM/s200/HPIM0902.JPG" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqTi6ITkaI/AAAAAAAAAW4/2Hp7idqVM_Y/s1600-h/HPIM0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218145346191069602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqTi6ITkaI/AAAAAAAAAW4/2Hp7idqVM_Y/s200/HPIM0903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad when Ashton was better so we could still go to Ogden for our water party on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;. I took the slide and my friend Ruth has a bigger pool so we set all this up and let the kids play all day. It was so fun. It made me miss Ogden but I was glad to be able to spend the day with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqU8UKLKNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Jv1TbhPWcM4/s1600-h/HPIM0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218146882186586322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqU8UKLKNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Jv1TbhPWcM4/s200/HPIM0904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqU-AWwGgI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Jengfnpmyk4/s1600-h/HPIM0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218146911230368258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqU-AWwGgI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Jengfnpmyk4/s200/HPIM0910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqU9ph8hGI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ZPpsZHWZdpU/s1600-h/HPIM0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218146905103303778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqU9ph8hGI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ZPpsZHWZdpU/s200/HPIM0909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqU9KkKhgI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ueYNtrIJtjg/s1600-h/HPIM0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218146896791111170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqU9KkKhgI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ueYNtrIJtjg/s200/HPIM0907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqU8o-W6UI/AAAAAAAAAXI/T2td4iKvvkM/s1600-h/HPIM0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218146887774169410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqU8o-W6UI/AAAAAAAAAXI/T2td4iKvvkM/s200/HPIM0908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqVTN1pEaI/AAAAAAAAAXo/rJIc9M9oYJE/s1600-h/HPIM0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218147275626844578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqVTN1pEaI/AAAAAAAAAXo/rJIc9M9oYJE/s200/HPIM0913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the pool party we ate dinner at my friend Brandy's. Our friend Ruth cooked us beef and broccoli with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;egg rolls&lt;/span&gt; and rice. It was delicious even if it was 9 by the time we ate. After that we headed down to Kelly's where we watched a movie and stayed the night. Kelly had bought Kaylee a pair of Hannah Montana pj's to match &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kylee's&lt;/span&gt; so that is what the girls slept in.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqYIfv5-YI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5ajXO7NXYbM/s1600-h/HPIM0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218150389990947202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqYIfv5-YI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5ajXO7NXYbM/s200/HPIM0914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next morning I was off to my other friend Jenny's. I've Known Jenny since Kaylee and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chenoa&lt;/span&gt; were 1 so it was fun to hang out with her and my other friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Rachael&lt;/span&gt;. She also has a big pool and the kids loved playing in that and jumping on the trampoline. They have this cool swing in their backyard that Marc (jenny's hub) made and Ashton loved it. When jenny pushed him on it we thought he got stung by a bee because he started screaming like a girl. It was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqXVg6T_NI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WGatdFk3ZIg/s1600-h/HPIM0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218149514129702098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqXVg6T_NI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WGatdFk3ZIg/s200/HPIM0915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqXV8z40SI/AAAAAAAAAX4/v_EFQpq05Do/s1600-h/HPIM0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218149521618948386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqXV8z40SI/AAAAAAAAAX4/v_EFQpq05Do/s200/HPIM0918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqXWePwGdI/AAAAAAAAAYA/QtY3DOq3TLo/s1600-h/HPIM0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218149530594187730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqXWePwGdI/AAAAAAAAAYA/QtY3DOq3TLo/s200/HPIM0920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqXWmtxcdI/AAAAAAAAAYI/g99qNPNrers/s1600-h/HPIM0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218149532867588562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqXWmtxcdI/AAAAAAAAAYI/g99qNPNrers/s200/HPIM0922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got home around 5 to make it to dinner with Marty before I had to work. It was such a fun week. I wish every week was that action packed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-2740584959096840369?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/2740584959096840369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=2740584959096840369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/2740584959096840369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/2740584959096840369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/07/week-in-review.html' title='A week in review'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SGqTh-7xhHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Naux4j6GVWw/s72-c/HPIM0898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-5221288956044336682</id><published>2008-07-01T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:30:46.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Tiffany Bergsjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 JOYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.My Husband and kids. My kids mean everything to me and I am so grateful to have them-unplanned and all! My husband is also always there for me. He brings me back to reality when I am off on a tangent and he has been very patient with me over the last ten years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My extended family. I love living next to my in-laws-I know weird! But they are so good to me and the kids. I also love being close to my mom,brother, and all of my sister in laws. I love the relationship I have with my dad and sister even though they are far away and I feel overwhelmed with support whenever I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.My Friends. They also mean the world to me. I feel like I have the bestest friend ever right now and a great circle of friends. At any given time I can call one of about 10 people and share my moods with them. I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;3 FEARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. I am terrified of losing my mind. I see a lot of mental illness in my line of work and I am so scared of becoming someone like that one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am scared of being alone. I hope one day I don't look up and see that everyone I love is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Failing. I don't want to disappoint anyone but especially myself. I hope I succeed in my lifelong dream of becoming a nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;3 GOALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. To finish school- like soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Raise loving, productive children that I am close to all of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To have a long, happy marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;3 SURPRISING FACTS ABOUT ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. I have never had the chicken pox. Don't ask me how because when I was little my mom would find out someone had the chicken pox and have me play with them all day but it never worked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I ruin surprises. Marty has tried to surprise me so many times and I get wind that something is in the works and I bug him to the point he finally tells me what is going on. The only time he surprised me was for my 30th birthday and he had a surprise party but I had just had a baby and was so out of it I still didn't know what was going on when I saw all of my friends outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am the pickiest sleeper. I have certain things that have to be in order before I can sleep. No lights on, my feet uncovered, a certain pillow, my ears covered up, and I have to lay a certain way. Hope I never become paralyzed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to tag: Suzanne Weaver, Haylee Walker, Jenn Mitchell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-5221288956044336682?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5221288956044336682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=5221288956044336682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5221288956044336682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5221288956044336682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged-by-tiffany-bergsjo.html' title='Tagged by Tiffany Bergsjo'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-6656825120183538270</id><published>2008-06-20T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T15:09:30.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFwoRtMaOWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/U6963FSxfz0/s1600-h/june+2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214086753242724706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFwoRtMaOWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/U6963FSxfz0/s200/june+2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFwoR_9UNSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/AROdyiKnGNk/s1600-h/june+2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214086758279689506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFwoR_9UNSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/AROdyiKnGNk/s200/june+2008+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFwoSdgnQWI/AAAAAAAAAV4/iAvG6St35jI/s1600-h/june+2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214086766212366690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFwoSdgnQWI/AAAAAAAAAV4/iAvG6St35jI/s200/june+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFwoSv2-p5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Yssi9apwgLM/s1600-h/june+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214086771138013074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFwoSv2-p5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Yssi9apwgLM/s200/june+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All pooped out!! That was hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzie had two firsts yesterday. She was sitting in her bouncer and was screaming for what reason we don't know. So Ashton, Kaylee and I were all trying to figure out what she wanted and all of a sudden she started arching her back and bouncing and screaming and crying.  She continued on for about 30 seconds before she finally stopped and looked at us all who were laughing hysterically. Now I know we won't be laughing for long but it was so funny to see her throw her first temper tantrum. Later that afternoon, I was watching Lyndsey and Ally and Kenzie though she was going to play little pet shops with Lyndsey so pretty soon she just started to crawl. I know that she is nine months and that is late but she is the baby and I would be content if she didn't crawl forever! It was so funny to see her get what she wanted. She got pretty pooped out and then for the rest of the night she just continued to roll to get what she wanted. Guess she decided that was easier. She is getting so big and I am missing her being a baby already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-6656825120183538270?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6656825120183538270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=6656825120183538270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6656825120183538270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6656825120183538270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-pooped-out-that-was-hard-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFwoRtMaOWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/U6963FSxfz0/s72-c/june+2008+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-4560345018169201807</id><published>2008-06-20T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:38:07.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about Kaylee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFwhsp2OJKI/AAAAAAAAATI/gSzeRzkyyAQ/s1600-h/june+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214079519619425442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFwhsp2OJKI/AAAAAAAAATI/gSzeRzkyyAQ/s200/june+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hannah  Montana Doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFwhtAw7PdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-BZ-zvJYjNI/s1600-h/june+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214079525771230674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFwhtAw7PdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-BZ-zvJYjNI/s200/june+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blowing out her Hannah Montana Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFwhtWN6ZfI/AAAAAAAAATY/pExGe-ZYGmo/s1600-h/june+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214079531529954802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFwhtWN6ZfI/AAAAAAAAATY/pExGe-ZYGmo/s200/june+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her new Hannah Montana Outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFwht8HEexI/AAAAAAAAATg/77qqe33DWvs/s1600-h/june+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214079541701802770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFwht8HEexI/AAAAAAAAATg/77qqe33DWvs/s200/june+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opening her Hannah Montana Chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFwhuEFRGwI/AAAAAAAAATo/sHuWlmwsZ8Y/s1600-h/june+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214079543841725186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFwhuEFRGwI/AAAAAAAAATo/sHuWlmwsZ8Y/s200/june+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her white board that she has wanted forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we celebrated Kaylee's eighth birthday. As you can tell she is still Hannah Montana crazy. She got a ton of Hannah stuff as well as her white board and a cool spy kit. When she opened her Hannah chair she said " I am going to be Hannah Montana famous!" It was so funny. Kaylee only likes rainbow chip cake so for the last three years we have made her cake and decorated it. This year she told me that she wanted a rainbow chip cake but when I frosted it go easy on the frosting so she would have some to eat from the container. Nothing like thinking about herself. That's my Kaylee. It was a great day and a good end to our busy week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-4560345018169201807?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4560345018169201807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=4560345018169201807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4560345018169201807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4560345018169201807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-all-about-kaylee.html' title='It&apos;s all about Kaylee'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFwhsp2OJKI/AAAAAAAAATI/gSzeRzkyyAQ/s72-c/june+2008+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-4170904111227664280</id><published>2008-06-18T13:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:58:57.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d7a63344d6a497a4d413d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play The Wedding" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d7a63344d6a497a4d413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-4170904111227664280?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4170904111227664280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=4170904111227664280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4170904111227664280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4170904111227664280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/06/make-smilebox-slideshow_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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-626558126751270486.post-9173929894452724435</id><published>2008-06-16T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:13:34.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bridal Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFbXEqHcTVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/LzHQsPgf-n8/s1600-h/june+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212590093752880466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFbXEqHcTVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/LzHQsPgf-n8/s200/june+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFbXFbMU9EI/AAAAAAAAATA/MqoT8DWMZkY/s1600-h/june+2008+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212590106926707778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFbXFbMU9EI/AAAAAAAAATA/MqoT8DWMZkY/s200/june+2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFbXEPRCugI/AAAAAAAAASw/H9AKkQbfKvE/s1600-h/june+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212590086545390082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFbXEPRCugI/AAAAAAAAASw/H9AKkQbfKvE/s200/june+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday night we threw dani a bridal shower. She had a lot of family attend and also some of her friends from out of town. We played a game where we asked Rickie 20 questions about himself and then we asked Dani the same questions to see how well she knew him. For every question she got wrong she had to chew a piece of gum. As you can see, she has a lot to learn! It was great fun though. We also enjoyed food of course. She received alot of good gifts and I think the shower was a success. Afterward, a couple of her friends and my step sister and I went and hung out at Iggie's and chatted about the old days. I don't know when my sister got so mature but it was fun to hang out with them all. I'm glad that she is going to live closer so I get to see her more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-9173929894452724435?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/9173929894452724435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=9173929894452724435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/9173929894452724435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/9173929894452724435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/06/bridal-shower.html' title='The Bridal Shower'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFbXEqHcTVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/LzHQsPgf-n8/s72-c/june+2008+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-4081521657443067355</id><published>2008-06-16T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:45:25.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family is the Best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFbMw1OG0PI/AAAAAAAAARc/zrX1U9J63Lc/s1600-h/june+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212578758019961074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFbMw1OG0PI/AAAAAAAAARc/zrX1U9J63Lc/s200/june+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFbMwDLIYiI/AAAAAAAAARU/2bIB9rpbo8E/s1600-h/june+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212578744585708066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFbMwDLIYiI/AAAAAAAAARU/2bIB9rpbo8E/s200/june+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFbQjgvFAQI/AAAAAAAAASo/AIggF7WLYNA/s1600-h/june+20082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212582927229321474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFbQjgvFAQI/AAAAAAAAASo/AIggF7WLYNA/s200/june+20082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFbMySlvoKI/AAAAAAAAARs/wUXqUP-7POo/s1600-h/june+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212578783083602082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFbMySlvoKI/AAAAAAAAARs/wUXqUP-7POo/s200/june+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFbMxbvl_9I/AAAAAAAAARk/QNK1fhXb8S0/s1600-h/june+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212578768360964050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFbMxbvl_9I/AAAAAAAAARk/QNK1fhXb8S0/s200/june+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFbQYBVoD3I/AAAAAAAAASg/-0aMaZ5SSrA/s1600-h/june+20085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212582729822506866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFbQYBVoD3I/AAAAAAAAASg/-0aMaZ5SSrA/s200/june+20085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dad, his wife Debbie, and my step-sister Billie and my nephew Ayden all came into town on Wednesday. Thursday we just got to hang out with them and spend some time with them before all the hoopla of the wedding started. Ayden and Kaylee were attached at the hip. Where she went, he went. What she did, he did etc. It was so cute. He loves his cousins and they love him. We went to Taco Time for lunch and when we were done kaylee wanted to take Ayden to Honks. So off we went and when we got there she told him "Pick whatever you want out of this whole store." I told her she didn't have to buy anything and she told me that he lives so far away that she wanted to get him something for his birthday. It was so cute. Then he went and picked out a pair of glasses that came with a phone and also picked her out a matching pair. I think she had something else in mind for herself but she was a good sport and got the matching glasses and phone. They were so funny. It took us three times to get a phone that worked for Ayden but when we finally got it off they were wearing their glasses and chatting on their phones. While they were here we had fun touring Willow Park and my step sister loved how pretty it was here. Funny, because I think it is beautiful where they live as well. It was so fun to have them all here. As always, I love to visit with my Dad and Debbie and was sad to see them all go this morning. Hopefully it won't be too long before we are able to take a trip up there.&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/626558126751270486-4081521657443067355?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4081521657443067355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=4081521657443067355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4081521657443067355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4081521657443067355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/06/family-is-best.html' title='Family is the Best!'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SFbMw1OG0PI/AAAAAAAAARc/zrX1U9J63Lc/s72-c/june+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-8387328357262328947</id><published>2008-06-09T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:06:45.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SE1iVsQ5BJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/G8iRKtBPGis/s1600-h/slide+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209928468736312466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SE1iVsQ5BJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/G8iRKtBPGis/s200/slide+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SE1iWCC77JI/AAAAAAAAARE/c-dFIog-Oh4/s1600-h/slide+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209928474583362706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SE1iWCC77JI/AAAAAAAAARE/c-dFIog-Oh4/s200/slide+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SE1iWajFGrI/AAAAAAAAARM/j0OS-SOQeoI/s1600-h/slide+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209928481160633010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SE1iWajFGrI/AAAAAAAAARM/j0OS-SOQeoI/s200/slide+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids got out at 1 on their last day of school and wanted to have a party so being the mom I am why not I say. So we set up the slide and they invited a couple of friends over and I bought treats and they just had a good time. It started to rain halfway through their party so the boys ended up playing video games and the girls were doing the girl thing in Kaylee's room. It was a lot of fun and a great way to start the summer.&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/626558126751270486-8387328357262328947?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8387328357262328947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=8387328357262328947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8387328357262328947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/8387328357262328947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last day of school'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SE1iVsQ5BJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/G8iRKtBPGis/s72-c/slide+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-1163515258019273349</id><published>2008-06-09T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:49:47.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Times</title><content type='html'>I know it has been forever since I posted but since the kids got out of school we have been busy. As most of you know, my sister is getting married on Saturday so I have also been running with her to get all the last minute details done. We have made a few trips to Ogden, which have turned into over nighters and just pretty much been enjoying no schedules. It has been a nice switch to go to bed when we want and get up when we want and go where we want and when we want. I have a feeling our summer is going to be like that quite often. Today I am going to get my dress altered for the wedding. I know it is only 5 days away but I have a story. I quit drinking pop about three weeks ago. I was hoping I would lose some of my baby stomach but instead lost my boobs. So needless to say the dress I tried on a month ago is now fit for someone who is about 2 sizes bigger than me. Unfortunately, the chest is the only place I have lost. Keep trying is what they all tell me. So I am off to get that done and then it is cleaning the garage. I have been putting it off for about a year and I guess now that I have company coming what better time. I will post pics of the last couple of weeks to catch everyone up on our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SE1ehSkfqiI/AAAAAAAAAQs/w3hwcqLHnNI/s1600-h/dani+and+ricki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209924269951134242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SE1ehSkfqiI/AAAAAAAAAQs/w3hwcqLHnNI/s200/dani+and+ricki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Dani's engagement photo. I think they make a cute couple and we are happy richie is joining our family. And wish HIM luck! Love ya Dani!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-1163515258019273349?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/1163515258019273349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=1163515258019273349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/1163515258019273349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/1163515258019273349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/06/busy-times.html' title='Busy Times'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SE1ehSkfqiI/AAAAAAAAAQs/w3hwcqLHnNI/s72-c/dani+and+ricki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-440624434091433227</id><published>2008-05-21T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:11:58.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SDSAjEf9xSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/TtLIKD8WLKE/s1600-h/marty+ashton.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202924809511355682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SDSAjEf9xSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/TtLIKD8WLKE/s200/marty+ashton.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SDSAi0f9xQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NrHKBpDm7Y8/s1600-h/Marty+kaylee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202924805216388354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SDSAi0f9xQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NrHKBpDm7Y8/s200/Marty+kaylee.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SDSAjUf9xTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/77UfnpeGy7Q/s1600-h/grandma+kaylee+trey.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202924813806322994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SDSAjUf9xTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/77UfnpeGy7Q/s200/grandma+kaylee+trey.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we all went to Lagoon with Marty's family. It was fun for the kids to be able to ride all the rides with their cousins. It was nice for me to be able to ride with the kids also. My favorite ride is the spider. I don't know what I love about it but it is so fun. I didn't dare ride wicked because of the huge hill but I am sure if someone else would have wanted to wait in that long line I would have easily been talked into it. Around 10 (when Lagoon was supposed to close) I notice that colossus was still going. So I grabbed Kaylee, McKayla (Rob and Tara's oldest) and Linda (Marty's mom) and off we flew to ride. Well it just kept running, so the girls would get off and run and get back in line with Linda and I panting behind them. I think we rode that ride four times before they finally closed it down. It was so fun to see the girls be so excited. They would scream and Kaylee and I even got the front seat once. It was a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SDSAjEf9xRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/X2nt1-ZoFeg/s1600-h/lagoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202924809511355666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SDSAjEf9xRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/X2nt1-ZoFeg/s200/lagoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-440624434091433227?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/440624434091433227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=440624434091433227' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/440624434091433227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/440624434091433227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/05/lagoon.html' title='Lagoon'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SDSAjEf9xSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/TtLIKD8WLKE/s72-c/marty+ashton.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-2344861142209258705</id><published>2008-05-14T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:57:56.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCtR5Ef9xII/AAAAAAAAAPM/2FwxZZVZo3c/s1600-h/kids+sports+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200340235631576194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCtR5Ef9xII/AAAAAAAAAPM/2FwxZZVZo3c/s200/kids+sports+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCtR4Uf9xHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZZsTFJl6u3E/s1600-h/kids+sports+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200340222746674290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCtR4Uf9xHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZZsTFJl6u3E/s200/kids+sports+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was a fun day. I didn't do much throughout the day (my husband will vouch for that) but then we started the evening off by Ashton's baseball game. It was his first game of the season and he did good. He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; because he got walked twice but when the pitcher isn't throwing strikes what can you do. After that we headed over to black hawk park for Kaylee's soccer game. She also did good. She is a little scared of the ball so we are advising her to not be goalie anymore but when she is forward she does pretty well. Then when that game got over we headed to Willow park to watch our aunt Tiff play softball. We only stayed for about 45 minutes because it was getting late and cold but it was good to see her also play. By the time we got home we were all worn out. I love being outside though. Maybe that is why I can't get much done around here because I just want good weather and to hang outside. I can't wait for summer.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200339754595238978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCtRdEf9xEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/W6xKGjZSUDU/s200/kids+sports+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-2344861142209258705?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/2344861142209258705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=2344861142209258705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/2344861142209258705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/2344861142209258705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/05/yesterday-was-fun-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCtR5Ef9xII/AAAAAAAAAPM/2FwxZZVZo3c/s72-c/kids+sports+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-6665106307307065968</id><published>2008-05-13T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:06:55.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCoE20f9xBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2BGQr9t6KKg/s1600-h/HPIM0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199974059604821010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCoE20f9xBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2BGQr9t6KKg/s200/HPIM0682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am bushed!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCoE2Ef9xAI/AAAAAAAAAOM/sJqewhZdO1A/s1600-h/HPIM0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199974046719919106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCoE2Ef9xAI/AAAAAAAAAOM/sJqewhZdO1A/s200/HPIM0676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kenzie finally asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday my dad made us breakfast burrito's and then we relaxed. Everyone had left so it was just my dad, Debbie, my sister and I at the house. My plane didn't leave until 6 pm so we spent the day together. The weather was beautiful so we went for a walk and then we went shopping and then we headed to Rapid City so I could leave. My sister, trying to help and declining the help from the luggage guy, decided to wheel my bag to the door. I about died laughing because it kept turning over and she couldn't pick it up because it was too heavy and the luggage guy just waited until, defeated, she finally asked for help. Leave it to my sister to make me laugh. So we said goodbye and off we went to board the plane. The flight from rapid City to Denver was great. Kenzie slept the whole time and we had a seat all to ourselves. From Denver to Salt Lake was enough to make me rethink ever flying again. the wind was 40 mph and we had to DROP into the airport. At first I wasn't too nervous but then I started hearing people say " I have never felt this much turbulence before". So needless to say I was ECSTATIC when we landed. It was worth the flight though because Kenzie was wonderful. I just think I won't be flying for a little while anyway. We got home about 1 in the morning and Kenzie woke up, saw her dad, and was too excited to go back to sleep. We didn't get much rest that night but have finally caught up today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-6665106307307065968?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6665106307307065968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=6665106307307065968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6665106307307065968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/6665106307307065968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCoE20f9xBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2BGQr9t6KKg/s72-c/HPIM0682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-2687862676119767371</id><published>2008-05-13T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:04:27.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats to my baby sis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCoBx0f9w7I/AAAAAAAAANk/rMnBp-w8CSQ/s1600-h/HPIM0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199970675170591666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCoBx0f9w7I/AAAAAAAAANk/rMnBp-w8CSQ/s200/HPIM0664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCoBxkf9w6I/AAAAAAAAANc/o5m-xALCOIU/s1600-h/HPIM0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199970670875624354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCoBxkf9w6I/AAAAAAAAANc/o5m-xALCOIU/s200/HPIM0666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCoByUf9w8I/AAAAAAAAANs/rYxmvy8w6MM/s1600-h/HPIM0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199970683760526274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCoByUf9w8I/AAAAAAAAANs/rYxmvy8w6MM/s200/HPIM0667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we all got up early to notice that it was snowing like crazy. We had to be to the college by 9:30 so we got ready and headed out. It was so neat to see my baby sister graduate from college. She has done so many wonderful things and I am sure she will do many more. I think back to when we were kids and some of the stuff we did was so weird. Now that we are older and more "mature" I am so glad to have a sister. I don't know what life would be like without her. Soon she is getting married and will be living only a couple of hours from me. I am glad that we will see her more. We always have so many laughs when we are together. I am lucky to have her as a sister. Congrats Danielle! I am so proud of you and love you so much. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCoBzUf9w-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/okXc2i__MXs/s1600-h/HPIM0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199970700940395490" style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="151" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCoBzUf9w-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/okXc2i__MXs/s200/HPIM0665.JPG" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCoBy0f9w9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/PgVjTC31vB0/s1600-h/HPIM0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199970692350460882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCoBy0f9w9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/PgVjTC31vB0/s200/HPIM0671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-2687862676119767371?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/2687862676119767371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=2687862676119767371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/2687862676119767371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/2687862676119767371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/05/congrats-to-my-baby-sis.html' title='Congrats to my baby sis'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCoBx0f9w7I/AAAAAAAAANk/rMnBp-w8CSQ/s72-c/HPIM0664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-145229949582556214</id><published>2008-05-13T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T13:51:10.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin Ayden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCn-mEf9w5I/AAAAAAAAANU/e_Ni_UFkwr0/s1600-h/HPIM0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199967174772245394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCn-mEf9w5I/AAAAAAAAANU/e_Ni_UFkwr0/s200/HPIM0658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kenzie and Ayden&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCn-lkf9w4I/AAAAAAAAANM/J7JR5mJYJVI/s1600-h/HPIM0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199967166182310786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCn-lkf9w4I/AAAAAAAAANM/J7JR5mJYJVI/s200/HPIM0659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a nephew that turned three in December and he loves the kids. He lives in South Dakota so he is really close to my dad and debbie but he is really excited to see us when we come. He carries a picture of him and the kids and tells everyone these are my "cousins" He is so fun and Kenzie loved hanging out with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-145229949582556214?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/145229949582556214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=145229949582556214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/145229949582556214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/145229949582556214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/05/cousin-ayden.html' title='Cousin Ayden'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCn-mEf9w5I/AAAAAAAAANU/e_Ni_UFkwr0/s72-c/HPIM0658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-4450825529144534089</id><published>2008-05-13T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T13:44:45.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenzie and Papa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenzie at the Denver Airport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenzie&apos;s 1st time on a Plane'/><title type='text'>Welcome to South Dakota</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCn8E0f9w2I/AAAAAAAAAM8/JnIMFypn5BE/s1600-h/HPIM0656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199964404518339426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCn8E0f9w2I/AAAAAAAAAM8/JnIMFypn5BE/s200/HPIM0656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCn8EUf9w1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/rYKArm8-kDs/s1600-h/HPIM0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199964395928404818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCn8EUf9w1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/rYKArm8-kDs/s200/HPIM0652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCn8FEf9w3I/AAAAAAAAANE/-DExcStoKpA/s1600-h/HPIM0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199964408813306738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCn8FEf9w3I/AAAAAAAAANE/-DExcStoKpA/s200/HPIM0657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; and I flew to South Dakota to see my baby sis graduate from college. This was the first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; has flow and only my second time so I was a little nervous. The flight wasn't very long but I had a lay over in Denver so that made total time about 4 hours. The flight from Salt Lake to Denver got delayed by an hour due to weather which wouldn't have been so bad, had they not already had us on the plane when they found that Denver airport was closed. We ended up staying on that cramped plane for an extra hour. I was very happy when we landed in Denver and I found out we would take a smaller plane to South Dakota and it was only half full. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; and I enjoyed that much better. There to greet us was my always reliable dad. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; was a little nervous when he picked her up but she soon found that his shaved head was fun to feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626558126751270486-4450825529144534089?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4450825529144534089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=4450825529144534089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4450825529144534089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/4450825529144534089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome-to-south-dakota.html' title='Welcome to South Dakota'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCn8E0f9w2I/AAAAAAAAAM8/JnIMFypn5BE/s72-c/HPIM0656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626558126751270486.post-5741793702607343995</id><published>2008-05-06T14:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T14:13:05.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCDJlJxT0GI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KrDKytlxh8I/s1600-h/asthon+10+birthday-may+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197375610100633698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCDJlJxT0GI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KrDKytlxh8I/s200/asthon+10+birthday-may+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCDJkpxT0FI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZY203tdWDLk/s1600-h/asthon+10+birthday-may+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197375601510699090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCDJkpxT0FI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZY203tdWDLk/s200/asthon+10+birthday-may+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCDJlpxT0HI/AAAAAAAAAMU/q2n4u5dinfw/s1600-h/asthon+10+birthday-may+2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197375618690568306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCDJlpxT0HI/AAAAAAAAAMU/q2n4u5dinfw/s200/asthon+10+birthday-may+2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCDJl5xT0II/AAAAAAAAAMc/EqEwAfhsauo/s1600-h/asthon+10+birthday-may+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197375622985535618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCDJl5xT0II/AAAAAAAAAMc/EqEwAfhsauo/s200/asthon+10+birthday-may+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCDIr5xT0AI/AAAAAAAAALc/siXLTVUsiu0/s1600-h/asthon+10+birthday-may+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197374626553122818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCDIr5xT0AI/AAAAAAAAALc/siXLTVUsiu0/s200/asthon+10+birthday-may+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCDIsZxT0BI/AAAAAAAAALk/4VZVH4sxG5o/s1600-h/asthon+10+birthday-may+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197374635143057426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCDIsZxT0BI/AAAAAAAAALk/4VZVH4sxG5o/s200/asthon+10+birthday-may+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCDIs5xT0CI/AAAAAAAAALs/Uy1k0e7MS5E/s1600-h/asthon+10+birthday-may+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197374643732992034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCDIs5xT0CI/AAAAAAAAALs/Uy1k0e7MS5E/s200/asthon+10+birthday-may+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCDItpxT0DI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GUO769VChHM/s1600-h/asthon+10+birthday-may+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197374656617893938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCDItpxT0DI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GUO769VChHM/s200/asthon+10+birthday-may+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCDIuJxT0EI/AAAAAAAAAL8/GVjwsLTyK5g/s1600-h/asthon+10+birthday-may+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197374665207828546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCDIuJxT0EI/AAAAAAAAAL8/GVjwsLTyK5g/s200/asthon+10+birthday-may+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday we celebrated Ashton and Wyatt's (his cousin) birthdays. My kids had gotten a big blow up slide play toy so we had all the cousin's and some friends over to play on it. The water was freezing but the kids must have not cared because they just kept playing. After words we had cake and ice cream. It was funny because Ashton's cake was white and orange frosting and Wyatt's cake was white and orange frosting. Ashton's was S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hrek&lt;/span&gt; though and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wyatt's&lt;/span&gt; was dinosaurs but it was kinda funny. It was so nice to have our friends and family here. I love having my patio and a huge back yard. I know we will enjoy that this summer. Happy Birthday Ash!&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/626558126751270486-5741793702607343995?l=kdbergsjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5741793702607343995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626558126751270486&amp;postID=5741793702607343995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5741793702607343995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626558126751270486/posts/default/5741793702607343995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdbergsjo.blogspot.com/2008/05/party-time.html' title='Party Time'/><author><name>Marty and Kim Bergsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312115014201792743</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/_mjtDghkXnWI/SCDJlJxT0GI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KrDKytlxh8I/s72-c/asthon+10+birthday-may+2008+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
