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<span style="text-align: start;">Oh my goodness! We cheered and we laughed a lot as Brook had her first soccer game today. She had so much fun kicking the ball, getting in with the boys and throwing elbows (she was one of two girls on the field with 10 kids total. She is the only girl on her team). Seeing her happy and loving to run makes me so happy. Love this Brook!</span></div>
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<br />Kristie Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935519911798937307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-36407065378464307302012-11-24T19:22:00.001-08:002012-11-24T19:22:38.320-08:00EnJOY the JourneyWhile visiting my cousin and her family in Alaska last year I learned many new things: during the Summer in Alaska, sun-set and sun-rise are really close together; marrion berry licorice is excellent; goals can be set and reached; and, time with family is attention, relaxation, awareness and JOY in our journey.<br />
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We (my sister Kellie and I) were grateFULL to have Kary, Ray, Stephen, McKinley and Sage (the dog of wonder) join us to what has become one of my favorite areas on Mother Earth: Valdez. While we were going there, caravaning behind the Hafens, I found myself learning from their example. Kellie and I didn't keep much of a schedule, time wise, other than knowing where we wanted to be on specific days. However, the everyday-busybody-get-there-as-fast-as-we-can-to-enjoy-it self was getting a little up-ity with how low it was taking to get going and to get there (this might have been due to the lack of sleep I had and the fact I had been in vehicles for long periods of time over the previous week). Soon, when we stopped to take in an amazing vista of a volcano overlooking a lake, I realized Kary and Ray were teaching me something very important: find joy in the journey. It IS about the journey as much as it is about the destination. I always want to rush to get to my destination instead of savoring the time spent with people I love. Kary and Ray move at the speed of their children and and the pace of their souls, taking time to notice the beauty in all that surrounds them.<br />
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Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy most moments with my loved ones, but I have found myself not LIVING in those moments as best as I can. So, my application of this principle really started to take root yesterday and more importantly today. We drove up to Blackfoot, where Josh grew up, to visit his three best friends and their families. We had a great time with them last night and crashed at his friend's house. Today was the true amazing experience when we drove around Blackfoot taking pictures of places from Josh's childhood and life: his home, church, the elementary school his dad was principal at for 10 years or so, the now dry for the winter canal he would swing into and swim, Wolverine Canyon and 40 Horse Cave (where he proposed to me), Kesler's market. It didn't stop in Blackfoot. We took a slight detour just north of Malad and visited his favorite place to fish growing up, Hawkins Reservior. Yes, it took us 2 1/2 hours longer to get home than if we only drove and didn't experience. But for me, today, I found joy in the journey, life in the moment, love in the memories made. <br />
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Thank you, Kary and Ray.<br />
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Brook stopping to throw rocks into a stream near 40 Horse Cave, Wolverine Canyon, outside of Blackfoot, Idaho.<br />
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Josh, Brook, Emily, Kristie (me), with 40 Horse Cave behind and above us (look above Brook's head). I love Emily's quizzical look as she sees our image reflected back in my iPhone (I need to make sure we were in the picture with the cave, so I flipped the camera to my screen).<br />
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Closeup of 40 Horse Cave. 5 years, 5 months and 29 days ago (May 26, 2007), Josh hiked me up to this cave, in the twilight, and under a full moon asked me to be his eternal companion, equal in all things. This was our first time returning to this place that is such an important part of our story. The cave was important to Josh as he use to go there often to write and reflect.<br />
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View as we left the canyon. You can see three volcanos, part of Craters of the Moon, on the horizon.<br />
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The ol' swimming hole. Josh and his buddies would meet here often, sometimes everyday after working moving pipe in the fields to water the crop. This particular spot had a rope swing they would use.<br />
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Brook. Happy and enjoying the journey!<br />
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Ridge Crest Elementary, where Josh's dad worked.<br />
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Random pic, but there is a story here. In high school, Josh responded to a girl who had asked him out to a dance. He sent her on a scavenger hunt around town, eventually leading her to the elementary where he taped his response to the ceiling of the entrance. Goes to show how often they paint or clean the outside...the tape is still there! It also explains the look of surprise and amusement Josh had on his face when he was returning to the car.<br />
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Brook and Josh at Hawkins Reservoir, Josh's favorite childhood fishing hole.<br />
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Ye Ol' Blackfoot Wallace Residence: some outside cosmetic changes include removal of the fence and addition of the radio tower in the background on the right.<br />
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Video of Brook and Josh throwing and skipping rocks in the frozen water. Brook never did figure out why the rocks were not sinking. She just kept throwing them.Kristie Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935519911798937307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-14057873023255869082012-10-04T15:14:00.000-07:002012-10-04T15:14:13.186-07:00Rollin' With My HomiesHow wonderful is it to be so blessed that time is spent with amazing people, learning new things and experiencing life! I am working on "receiving" things more and one thing I am doing is to notice and acknowledge the things I experience and am blessed with. My focus is to notice the "touching human experience and moments" that abound in my life. Here are some of them.<br />
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This past month has been an eventful one for us: I was hired and started my first year of teaching theatre, Emily is growing and learning new things daily (I love these months of discovery children have!), Brook is speaking in complete sentences and using the potty a little bit, and Josh started his 7th year teaching.<br />
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This year, I am teaching one Theatre II class and two Theatre I classes. I love the students and I am learning so much daily. I am co-directing the musical, Oklahoma!, and we are getting the pre-production work done, auditions in November. Josh is teaching all 9th grade this year, with a couple honors sections. He is enjoying it so far, and he is also learning much. He is also the sports coordinator (or something like that--I can't remember the exact title) and the chess team coach.<br />
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Brook is a riot! She is such a great big sister and she is learning how to communicate better with us and others. She knows the alphabet, counts to 10 without help and sometimes even higher, sings songs she's heard (Gotye "Somebody I Used to Know is my current favorite) and dances all the time. Of course, she has her sad or angry moments, but we are working even now with her to communicate with us and to allow herself to experience the emotion. Here is a video of her skipping the other day.<br />
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Emily is growing strong! Two weeks ago she rolled over from front to back and this week she has "gone full circle", if you will, and can now roll from back to front, even going back-front-back. So awesome. Here is a video of her rollin' wonders!<br />
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We are truly grateful for all we receive. We love you all! Thanks for reading.Kristie Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935519911798937307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-21799273748482200922012-06-24T11:29:00.000-07:002012-06-24T11:29:59.850-07:00Emily's First Video<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uvgeInFywIU?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
Emily was born June 22nd at 12:08 a.m. At birth she was 8 lbs. and 21 1/2 inches.Wallaceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604619482245000683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-14960847926702846272012-06-23T22:16:00.001-07:002012-06-24T11:35:18.785-07:00Brook and the New Arrival<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"Inspiration"shares the same root word as the Spanish word "inspirar". Inspiration means "a divine influence directly and immediately exerted upon the mind or soul". Inspirar means "to inspire" or, my personal favorite, "to breathe in or inhale". Combine the two: "a divine influence directly and immediately breathed in and exerted upon the mind or soul." How often to we let ideas in just as we let breath in? How often to we let those ideas express themselves through the inspiration we've been given? In other words, how often to we ACT on our inspiration? This is me acting on mine. Louise Hay said that creativity, inspiration, "if you will allow it, you are divinely guided by spirit at all times. Know that Spirit makes no mistakes. When there is a strong desire within you to express or create something, know that feeling is divine discontent. Our longing is our calling." I have felt great satisfaction in allowing my "inspiration" to guide me, acting on my impulses and expressing what comes to mind. I am not looking for perfection, but rather I allow what ever I draw to be and it is beautiful.<br />
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I have always loved to draw and paint. Drawing in graphite and charcoal has been my favorite. I love how I can blend and create texture in various shades of the same color. I have named the sketchbook "Beauty in the World Around Me." As a sign says that my sister has in her home "Life if Beauty Full." Each image is something that surrounds me that brings me joy because of its beauty. Here are the first four drawings with brief explanations.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"View From Balcony" I know a rundown old blue van usually is not<br />
a cause for a reflection on beauty but I <u>love</u> this van. It is retro, blue<br />
and cool. It inspired me.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Lily Asiatic Lily" Yes this is an image of a dead<br />
flower. Truthfully, I did not water it or put it in<br />
the sun so in essence I was the cause of its fallen<br />
state. However, it continued to be beautiful. Its<br />
colors of hues of orange remained vibrant, it<br />
created amazing shapes with its dried petals and<br />
leaves and it showed me that beauty can be<br />
found anywhere.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Brooklyn Sleeps" Of course this is the first of probably many<br />
images of Brooklyn. She. Is. So. Beautiful.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Patos" While in my last area on my mission I lived<br />
with an awesome family (Robles Mattus). Mother's<br />
Day had recently happened and the papito (father)<br />
bought the mamita (mother) a family of ducks<br />
representing their family, 5 ducks total. They<br />
eventually bought ducks that represented the<br />
missionaries that lived with them and gave them<br />
their duck when they left. The original duck family<br />
have their heads down. But, when they bought my<br />
duck, in the middle, they said I was too unique and<br />
quirky, so mine has its head up. When I went back<br />
to visit the Christmas after I returned home from<br />
my mission, they gave me a papito and a mamita<br />
duck for me to have. They are such special people<br />
to me. I had to represent them in my images.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I have been so excited and blessed to be able to spend so much time with my amazing offspring, Brooklyn. She is such a joy in my life and she teaches me much every day. Below are some images and videos from the past while. Josh is included in it (though I'm sure he would not be too happy with the pics, but what is a loving wife for but to help you all experience the joys I experience with him). The "caption" or explanation of the picture is underneath it. Enjoy!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Josh grew out a full beard for over one month only to shave it to a mustache on friday May 4 for "Mustache May". This is when he shaved off the mustache the next day and momentarily he had a "Hitler Stache". My favorite part of the pic is Brook standing behind him looking rather confused and worried at the same time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Today, May 9 we went to the Temple Quarry trail in Big Cottonwood canyon. The river Brook is pointing at is snow runoff from the higher elevations. It was gorgeous! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Today Brook decided to dance around with a unicorn I got for a white elephant over Christmas. </span>Kristie Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935519911798937307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-61485961470438466242012-01-17T19:34:00.000-08:002012-01-17T19:50:42.184-08:00Dance, Dance, Yea!Here's Brook rockin' to the Dixie Chicks as I cleaned and watched "Runaway Bride". The girl dances to anything with a beat. She head bangs to Mo Tab on Sundays, she groves to the washing machine, and has recently begun singing with commercials. Sigh...I wonder where she gets it from?<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzAa4gaglPDlPgcAVvvkLhlW99ytTcfLM3ebxMlSir-k1aEyYTg81TWtyEOIarjTfVaFpBrpewQICbH5Whkjg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Kristie Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935519911798937307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-44229482501774668012011-11-20T10:21:00.000-08:002011-11-20T11:00:36.072-08:00Agradecida<div style="text-align: left;">It has been quite some time since I have written here, so let me catch up.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>For me, school is going really well. I only have 3 weeks left of actually in class classes before I get a respite in preparation for my student teaching coming up in January. I am so grateful for this semester. It has brought me many new friends, new experiences to learn from and more opportunities to rely on the Lord. I directed my first play (cutting of a play) and it was beautiful. I know that it was by grace (strength and ability beyond my own) that I was able to do so. I am so grateful for my professors and for all they have taught me. I have strengthened so many friendships; I <b>know</b> that my life, my choices and the Spirit as led me to this moment, right now. The wonderful people I have been blessed to work with now would not have been a part of my life had we not decided to have Brook when we did. I know that. They will forever be a part of my life and I am so humbled that they are now and always be a part of my life and my professional network. Furthermore, I completed a goal I set one year ago: run in a Half Marathon. I ran the Provo Halloween Half--it was beautiful and fun. My sister Kellie, kindred spirit, was my angel; she ran with me, step by step, kept me hydrated and moving. It was my first, her third in 1 1/2 months, and I am grateful for her willingness to support me on the trail.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Josh is also doing well. These past two weeks marked the start of the busiest time of the school year for him. He started basketball tryouts and practices the same week he started Mock Trial. Thankfully we have the new habit of going to bed at 9 o'clock every night so that we are both getting the rest we need to do so much. He is such an amazing man; he does so much for me and for our little family. Let's face it, anyone who can put up with me and my amazingness must be a saint already, already canonized.</div><div><br /></div><div>Brook is growing so much! She brings such joy into my life. She starts every day with smiles and giggles, talking from the moment she get</div><div>s up. So much of life to enjoy. She is very in tune as well to my feelings and what I am going through, even at her young 14 1/2 month age. She knows when I need a hug around my leg, a pat on the arm, or just a jabber that means so much to her that I wish I could speak her language. </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakcu_lOQydRanBNoKV8E8_C0_XjHrE8x4hHKFEIqmCP4mAfPQiSsbOotmWt0HVVwMm8Iod-bCYfjkjof6z9LrXsUvnvHvBt9yJS7u7LnDrPUeoGGYS43tYJEovbCUxkvh5wdWtXtYLNqy/s320/DSCN0132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677149810384885154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Brook has three teeth coming in on top to accompany her two bottom teeth; this apple is proof of her gnawing desire to eat adult food.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNI7BgOG9YyTyavXo8bZ1J80IKSp1bnhDvmmiAjsKkjORV2d3_s6_LQIkx3aLiJLv9wRd1bl5MGMhpilznzJgK3Jh3t9J3RH-bVPkaYM7gI6CTpg87bVF6nJggMPDbUYh_sYMaPEGjeO1/s320/DSCN0117.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677149801320363218" /></div><div>Chatting with Grandma and Grandpa Wallace. She had to lie on the floor right in front of the screen. Her narcissism showed as she talked more to the image of herself in the bottom righthand corner than to Grandma (she does say Grandma--"maama"--and Grandpa--"grapa").</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxvGUa8nlBUz3IemWLQyiWZITR7xiIMf49Oz82i0m4comqLWjIb3tjFD3BaRLdb8-77RMzr_8gAETUtUAXWtJJHYNhA6eXoMTF9ByLoO4Gt_E4JaNRHjr8Xy5NfXE9S5iz57Ld_gS1-hig/s320/DSCN0108.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677149798601574658" /></div><div>She played in this box for over 30 minutes. Like on my favorite show, Modern Family, "give a kid a toy and they'll play with the box. So the next year we gave Luke a box...and he played with the bag we wrapped it in."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwUiTul1GlrqLqvpJjwNYNtuaQM0zsl3Bys1STUP_Lk8sqnz36RY3HCT65NOQN3r8BGamYfl7osyTeyg3U7Mw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div>Here's Brook helping Josh empty the dishwasher. It has become one of her favorite things to do. So domestic:)</div><div><br /></div><div>God is good; He is love, peace, joy, strength and ever aware of me.</div>Kristie Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935519911798937307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-10192511701859858292011-10-15T21:23:00.000-07:002011-10-15T21:43:16.332-07:00Strength Beyond My OwnThese few weeks have been full of change, peace and balancing. At the beginning of this semester I set the goal to read from my scriptures daily and to find the beauty in every moment. Can the Lord make me an instrument in His hands? Yes, when I am willing and seek his guidance. Can he give me strength beyond my own? Yes, every day and in an abundant ways. I know He has always been there, guiding me and making me stronger; I am more aware of it now and I am so grateful. <div><br /></div><div>I see the beauty all around me. The beauty in the mountains, in the leaves, in my daughter, in art, in acting, in my life and in so many people that surround me. As Pres. Uchtdorf recently said I am finding "...wonder and delight in even the tiniest steps in [my] journey."<span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"> </span></span>I love life! I love and appreciate everyone around me. He knows what speaks to my soul and guides me to it. I love the Lord for opening my eyes, my heart, my mind and my spirit to His love and the "...beauty of the glorious earthly and spiritual landscapes that surround [me] " (Pres. Uchtdorf again). I share it with you, whoever will read this or cross my path. God knows and loves you.</div><div><br /></div><div>Peace</div>Kristie Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935519911798937307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-19642643765289527962011-09-14T09:43:00.000-07:002011-09-14T14:01:02.957-07:00Nebo Half Marathon: Kellie<div>Here's the video of Kellie running the Nebo Half Marathon last weekend. She did awesome and beat he goal by almost 20 minutes. Wahoo!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxJM5TEI8DmwvhAnyAvWY8MoM4omKffA1Az300OxaB7zk_2BeeORhgfDO6WsTNebBXKPsrK5yDgg31-9flvHg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Kristie Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935519911798937307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-79164984247804036302011-07-18T21:34:00.001-07:002011-07-18T21:35:05.018-07:00Live Your Goals with a Sense of Direction<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">First, check out this new song by Taylor Swift. I love the message and feel that she expresses it better than some of her contemporaries:<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=De6Oj5vIe9Q">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=De6Oj5vIe9Q</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Next:</div><div><br /></div><div>"Live Your Goals" was the theme to this years Women's World Cup competition for soccer. Now, I'm not much of a soccer fan myself, too much running and not enough scoring; but, from the beginning of the tournament I found myself home and glued to the TV watching the USA Women's Soccer team play. It was thrilling, down to the last penalty kick. So awesome to see such beautiful, STRONG women. I was impressed with their poise and agility accompanied with their physical grace as they ran up and down the field and I repeatedly thought, "I can do that." Not play soccer, per say, but run with such ease and grace. I'm on the path. I'm "Living My Goals."</div><div><br /></div><div>Also:</div><div><br /></div><div>I have been rereading a book about directing aptly named "A Sense of Direction" (which I always need). The author, an experienced and well respected director himself, shares his insight in ways that speak to my soul ("true self") more now than the first time I read it. Here are some of my thoughts (in italics) that derive from his thoughts:</div><div><br /></div><div>"[a work of art] reveals Universe (<i>God, Heavenly Father</i>)."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Art...awaken(s) the Spirit (<i>light of Christ, Holy Spirit/Ghost/our own spirit</i>)...A light (<i>light!!)</i> goes on within [the spectator] (<i>because it's always been there</i>) and the self is illuminated, awakened, enlightened, elevated, and changed." (<i>Amen</i>)</div><div><br /></div><div>Art shows the "Beauty of Humankind".</div><div><br /></div><div>"Consciousness"=<i>I AM=THE BEGINNING</i>... He writes about how our consciousness is tapped in a performance as we watch it and as the actor performs.</div><div><br /></div><div>"The actor's power is limitless" <i>OUR power is limitless.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>I am still pondering these principles and seeing how they apply to my directing, school and life. I'll keep you posted as I study them further. </div><div><br /></div><div>I would LOVE to hear your thoughts or ideas and impressions you had, if any, as you read the above quotes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Peace</div></span>Kristie Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935519911798937307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-25627232828371956872011-07-06T09:00:00.000-07:002011-07-06T09:46:35.502-07:00Alaska Dancing Remix<div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxyIhXTFVGikuz5ZdIgNrahRX5a4GDUd4EbTe23o_L7Dt32ztwop_2UFTAPbrfmoNfcWNkKOJWQYrFxurOGBg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Kellie decided we were going to dance everywhere we went on our trip. Here is a short montage, a remix if you will, of the moves we rocked to.</div>Kristie Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935519911798937307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-56928273994384576372011-06-25T21:31:00.000-07:002011-06-28T19:00:19.201-07:00Refocused and CartographyI returned recently from a week and a half trip to Alaska. It was amazing. The entire trip served as a refocusing adventure that was unexpected and surrounded by endless, indescribable beauty. Now I am home in Utah it feels hot, like the sun is beating down on me from directly above and the air is dry. Though the Rocky Mountains are gorgeous in their own way, I have seen little that compares to the majestic nature of the Chugac Mountain range. I am grateful for the beauty, the experiences and the people I met for the first time and those I reconnected with.<div><br /><div>I will be making a few entries that relate to experiences I had there soon, but for now I will share with you some of the amazing pictures we saw. I took far more mental pictures than actual pictures that are more amazing than these.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3sHUn4Ph6cKaAqzwh3xQiosFSSE7YS64zlKVuJ68C3g0xRLDA8VdOSWFvfg3t-hpP0cl67kajHOuM8QfV-jUoAM-0Ej97AMymRqXmayc6hLMEFqoIempRPiChJTMwLR4Q3Z7LT-F-Ui-h/s1600/Valdez+2+%252840%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3sHUn4Ph6cKaAqzwh3xQiosFSSE7YS64zlKVuJ68C3g0xRLDA8VdOSWFvfg3t-hpP0cl67kajHOuM8QfV-jUoAM-0Ej97AMymRqXmayc6hLMEFqoIempRPiChJTMwLR4Q3Z7LT-F-Ui-h/s320/Valdez+2+%252840%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623448498884294050" /></a>This was the last picture I took on our boat tour around Prince William Sound with a fishing boat heading out to sea. Around these peaks is one of the glaciers we saw on our tour.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiweI2pBPFV9PCU2uKqiP2PvZDKDWAPTAvn7iUxW-DNrK2MC6guG_xET8ou71qFYtWAFd_42MIXZBd1MiMHneOR5jJE6NWCfMP0b6wQHpFeqUwetIU9FDPEhDBrQb2Sk9dj48CtFcfkLi22/s1600/Valdez+2+%252828%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiweI2pBPFV9PCU2uKqiP2PvZDKDWAPTAvn7iUxW-DNrK2MC6guG_xET8ou71qFYtWAFd_42MIXZBd1MiMHneOR5jJE6NWCfMP0b6wQHpFeqUwetIU9FDPEhDBrQb2Sk9dj48CtFcfkLi22/s320/Valdez+2+%252828%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623448494480059714" /></a>This is a humpback whale fluke. So amazing to see these animals in their habitat.<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHEZCGMAyKLcXyk3Sdrkt70B5OIi3Q-FYd8hhxvLgyB1R0I5ZHFiVkUzhtYYFYyJGZvfBcoatI9wQB28WSw8C8uHCkL4sockvY66pB8OOwFbxSzAqAOBf1pfxTQC-dFEvc5hXYF6EZsMG/s1600/Valdez+2+%25282%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHEZCGMAyKLcXyk3Sdrkt70B5OIi3Q-FYd8hhxvLgyB1R0I5ZHFiVkUzhtYYFYyJGZvfBcoatI9wQB28WSw8C8uHCkL4sockvY66pB8OOwFbxSzAqAOBf1pfxTQC-dFEvc5hXYF6EZsMG/s320/Valdez+2+%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623448493711491058" /></a>The harbor of the Port of Valdez.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO1Bl1uWVPGZzmZWOov6lfhyphenhyphenOavkT5re_yuitKOEgI2onOQTTyUZ01fX6fz6SeW1qMNeMOytoTkVZRm06OSKqm07hT-XprtW-UJGRhIPoC3x-C5ROBBqF9pJ-NfmH5Emqsp45MSvfeJkkV/s1600/Valdez+%252847%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO1Bl1uWVPGZzmZWOov6lfhyphenhyphenOavkT5re_yuitKOEgI2onOQTTyUZ01fX6fz6SeW1qMNeMOytoTkVZRm06OSKqm07hT-XprtW-UJGRhIPoC3x-C5ROBBqF9pJ-NfmH5Emqsp45MSvfeJkkV/s320/Valdez+%252847%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623448483773450994" /></a>This is a pod of Dall's Porpoise hunting. They surrounded the fish at incredible speeds and swam in a circle. They came over to the boat and swam off the bough where we were and it was amazing! They are often mistaken for Orcas because they have the same black and white coloring. It was thrilling to share their ocean with them.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3OYWb5ocmu90xCcDiLY7swwFNBcVD-wM3XbCX5tAkd5uHS_2vWSC8YFDsCFErW66kz4Urct4nURuva3aUQoWEJ2jK146m5fLK_yX-6nkwUJPfsLQwgZpJbG4UdFQfSoc-WMciDk3kOWWK/s1600/Valdez+2+%252830%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3OYWb5ocmu90xCcDiLY7swwFNBcVD-wM3XbCX5tAkd5uHS_2vWSC8YFDsCFErW66kz4Urct4nURuva3aUQoWEJ2jK146m5fLK_yX-6nkwUJPfsLQwgZpJbG4UdFQfSoc-WMciDk3kOWWK/s320/Valdez+2+%252830%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623448483139471714" /></a>Me with my windblown hair and the amazing mountains of Prince William Sound. The green does not show up as well and I could hardly take my eyes off the landscape.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRb4hM3O2EpLnFcjhDVRPwBmqZTxH_5hRlKcZNqLNfV9RnNZaH0Wc68gh7QmMRzFtG8qB6jeUKg2D50hlg08lX570x7TM-EhBdqsTadcuCqVCNZyi4rnit8sYmT9mI8pGG9ync19kDTfDA/s1600/Valdez+%252825%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRb4hM3O2EpLnFcjhDVRPwBmqZTxH_5hRlKcZNqLNfV9RnNZaH0Wc68gh7QmMRzFtG8qB6jeUKg2D50hlg08lX570x7TM-EhBdqsTadcuCqVCNZyi4rnit8sYmT9mI8pGG9ync19kDTfDA/s320/Valdez+%252825%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623444591976450498" /></a>My cousin Ray caught an Arctic grayling. Just wanted to prove I did fish (or rather watch someone fish) while I was in Alaska. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBj4jnNaIJOc5qdXR0xHPVM7nVLT6s-rfhxYJdLQCXm85zGgCmGzZ6_OqZhDuVVei9nDRJysubfcD757UAunFNzrNyo7kW2e9WqpxbZoEnrUwxbysTtVGoU3NXPuGAt9Y1J6xIu90Ngk-X/s1600/Valdez+%25289%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBj4jnNaIJOc5qdXR0xHPVM7nVLT6s-rfhxYJdLQCXm85zGgCmGzZ6_OqZhDuVVei9nDRJysubfcD757UAunFNzrNyo7kW2e9WqpxbZoEnrUwxbysTtVGoU3NXPuGAt9Y1J6xIu90Ngk-X/s320/Valdez+%25289%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623444587975263762" /></a>On our drive to Valdez (which is now one of my favorite place on earth...next to being with Josh and Brook) we turned a corner and this was our view. Between the towering peaks Worthington Glacier makes its home.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1UIyV-JbAW3wXRMLQW2ZNcv9r7oruYOZ6esFPGoMSFQq9GYEXMKebE-ER-Vg6jgyn7e1zp9b2KNa9Bbh5kNoXv6N781hUc1WeyTHBznf60u53cptfcwyg2Bpt87HeOxkJ0trL54kK3Jdk/s1600/IMGA0124.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1UIyV-JbAW3wXRMLQW2ZNcv9r7oruYOZ6esFPGoMSFQq9GYEXMKebE-ER-Vg6jgyn7e1zp9b2KNa9Bbh5kNoXv6N781hUc1WeyTHBznf60u53cptfcwyg2Bpt87HeOxkJ0trL54kK3Jdk/s320/IMGA0124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623444580459693186" /></a>Eklutna Lake and Kellie. This gorgeous glacial lake is amazingly long and encompassed by mountains.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj65A6T-AGcu346YgyQLAoMPpWt_shalhnICtuAI5KBX76hmZ72ublmVGWZW7UTBvVNtcj49a_P7mR7kna2OIjwQWKSBPGWfRHL7SkJCTR2S8IoDjNb5hCXxOcvnWA4FRcmVwDSqdEM7K6i/s1600/IMGA0136.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj65A6T-AGcu346YgyQLAoMPpWt_shalhnICtuAI5KBX76hmZ72ublmVGWZW7UTBvVNtcj49a_P7mR7kna2OIjwQWKSBPGWfRHL7SkJCTR2S8IoDjNb5hCXxOcvnWA4FRcmVwDSqdEM7K6i/s320/IMGA0136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623444581319969666" /></a>Kellie had me stand in the glacial river entering the lake. It was very, very cold.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3S0k_jkL0Xgfhx29kGljKtc81EOSm9l_ZwSVkhYXKdp6LKQ_DTh07P9rkF7Ufowa0_seOhWGFR5SwiMaST7p-m3zc_yy3NNR8DOoVPjRRflXoUe17j9icGc5hlG5O-Zt4EzMW1-UL9Ggl/s1600/IMGA0103.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3S0k_jkL0Xgfhx29kGljKtc81EOSm9l_ZwSVkhYXKdp6LKQ_DTh07P9rkF7Ufowa0_seOhWGFR5SwiMaST7p-m3zc_yy3NNR8DOoVPjRRflXoUe17j9icGc5hlG5O-Zt4EzMW1-UL9Ggl/s320/IMGA0103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623444579025580498" /></a>The view opposite the lake....and Kellie.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHxrhl-Hyt3vpGCYPpaDeMry3y2y5abro29M2uPMJesq284Brlpjfx-AInpz78aY1g9LGaNxyFqsV6NKf2TdXGB0slyXQYLEkOJbNXTKhB-8Q3Ia8cNf5AnkacgGPff7Wft7pdgV3wja5/s1600/DSCN8956.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHxrhl-Hyt3vpGCYPpaDeMry3y2y5abro29M2uPMJesq284Brlpjfx-AInpz78aY1g9LGaNxyFqsV6NKf2TdXGB0slyXQYLEkOJbNXTKhB-8Q3Ia8cNf5AnkacgGPff7Wft7pdgV3wja5/s320/DSCN8956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623441841609098962" /></a>The Hafen's (Kary, Ray, McKinley and Stephen) at mile 9 of the marathon Kary and Ray ran. It was so cool to be there to cheer them on.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg15T7GN8YnlWFejXhY2_25TUhAdWZyKYLutAgzSuduJ-WW3PW9dFE2xWIyZ0omyyW8BKN6DaVJ97GbxY7n9Phw4r9-bO8_Y-JRwyjf9oCnA6495AR3u1EXN99JYksCGC68ciUUz4nqeyqU/s1600/DSCN8945.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg15T7GN8YnlWFejXhY2_25TUhAdWZyKYLutAgzSuduJ-WW3PW9dFE2xWIyZ0omyyW8BKN6DaVJ97GbxY7n9Phw4r9-bO8_Y-JRwyjf9oCnA6495AR3u1EXN99JYksCGC68ciUUz4nqeyqU/s320/DSCN8945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623441833814788274" /></a>This was the sunrise at 1:30 a.m. only a short time after the sunset.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRPMj3xcQUOZSuWPnDnOJi6Tofc41Qqp407K3AJapBSJOwlbGZEY9v6nkzJh63aUaFF5offibXa2UXR9f-T9GuovgQsSlvmubOE5UKQ7QhtwbPnPGjEOWV3ghe3Ttlo60kIEUdhwcGWGjD/s1600/DSCN8931.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRPMj3xcQUOZSuWPnDnOJi6Tofc41Qqp407K3AJapBSJOwlbGZEY9v6nkzJh63aUaFF5offibXa2UXR9f-T9GuovgQsSlvmubOE5UKQ7QhtwbPnPGjEOWV3ghe3Ttlo60kIEUdhwcGWGjD/s320/DSCN8931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623441826835315762" /></a>Flowers growing on a rock in Hatcher Pass outside of Wasilla. This reminded me of Grandma Mabel, or rather I sensed her there.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG9a8-2wZyL0CafP0Kgtiek6_4lmZEyhoLMvgT53X0Alo08JQTyr9h2dnfdVkEb0wFOdU5lNdtIUKPiQ0RamR3R0difw9xg1m-8G6aHrUXvT8ShdAOO4T9xqExWbwN6IVK0QwSRWp7TxO-/s1600/DSCN8911.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG9a8-2wZyL0CafP0Kgtiek6_4lmZEyhoLMvgT53X0Alo08JQTyr9h2dnfdVkEb0wFOdU5lNdtIUKPiQ0RamR3R0difw9xg1m-8G6aHrUXvT8ShdAOO4T9xqExWbwN6IVK0QwSRWp7TxO-/s320/DSCN8911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623441822382244434" /></a>The sun came out in the middle of our hike on the tundra of Hatcher Pass. I look surprised and Kel looks a little scared. It was so gorgeous!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTyIdrEfEVVZLVmSPjm4yrEDe8EU7-TKiCXs0Tmv7ApmrnAOFjXSsv7vAMrOHqxxirXXLgeC6uOkdq05T9DlNzzS-WqqX6AksX7GyGZZ5aZ28gdeSSDdA22dR5M1SniI1g2GVv7Q05-JnO/s1600/DSCN8898.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTyIdrEfEVVZLVmSPjm4yrEDe8EU7-TKiCXs0Tmv7ApmrnAOFjXSsv7vAMrOHqxxirXXLgeC6uOkdq05T9DlNzzS-WqqX6AksX7GyGZZ5aZ28gdeSSDdA22dR5M1SniI1g2GVv7Q05-JnO/s320/DSCN8898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623441818297795538" /></a>Kel on a rock (Hatcher Pass).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv5BCEPtfdH8wQbM-abb4XHAZ9tTC2DYmuEAxypzM8geT5dlfgGjqlGsGh1h_S9Fa-EeIqi0YjgZCe6wVUnqi-GoRV6qjEWm9LO15ZUbaLrvwLeQglVy8I3dp9jNkH44cYwqVBFFq2cQM5/s1600/DSCN8877.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv5BCEPtfdH8wQbM-abb4XHAZ9tTC2DYmuEAxypzM8geT5dlfgGjqlGsGh1h_S9Fa-EeIqi0YjgZCe6wVUnqi-GoRV6qjEWm9LO15ZUbaLrvwLeQglVy8I3dp9jNkH44cYwqVBFFq2cQM5/s320/DSCN8877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623439530966580402" /></a>This is Ray's truck he let us borrow to do some exploring; we lovingly named it "Truck" because we are that creative:). I am grateful Josh taught me to drive a clutch so I could navigate the roads. It didn't have a radio but Kel and I took turns choosing songs we sang at the top of our lungs. Sweet!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOGM-N5MgfpcjD8LBgJlOCmnVvawHJHl9D8qm10M0FBp6LHEuI_ISxR_P2txJlI4MhfO0_QszfGfYllnSuhsHfPS5DmsSabKgPKvP9mmqgmpw_6yTDwiR4e9fbuZhAtWtC9togd5sG1ZZR/s1600/Denali+Park+%25289%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOGM-N5MgfpcjD8LBgJlOCmnVvawHJHl9D8qm10M0FBp6LHEuI_ISxR_P2txJlI4MhfO0_QszfGfYllnSuhsHfPS5DmsSabKgPKvP9mmqgmpw_6yTDwiR4e9fbuZhAtWtC9togd5sG1ZZR/s320/Denali+Park+%25289%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623439523273059858" /></a>Talkeetna, the Hippie Town.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwypkYASM4SSkYo2myi9W6hAwLmasBXP0E8dldBUMvy1eQk7vuPyuSlhyjeyZoOZIQWVr5qGtG0ka0FNtZQ3r344HleyIbHIWJi9WL5J3iWyLbX_lcwQ9dkVYVhuB_jXUVxzSAW-jty_Yu/s1600/DSCN8892.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwypkYASM4SSkYo2myi9W6hAwLmasBXP0E8dldBUMvy1eQk7vuPyuSlhyjeyZoOZIQWVr5qGtG0ka0FNtZQ3r344HleyIbHIWJi9WL5J3iWyLbX_lcwQ9dkVYVhuB_jXUVxzSAW-jty_Yu/s320/DSCN8892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623439517749414274" /></a>Sunset. 'Nuff said.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8cOZ3mn76dG9iVqTLEK1HRXOU9bEfv1Xw-2ojUhYQSrH6uOv1036tvO8AXDZLMqpqQbBt8vrWGGjIkU53fIUCJlxomv0NW8hlRubiP6HvP-xWQbXHibtElhHw_V4BJI-hRofe2_CBjLEp/s1600/DSCN8837.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8cOZ3mn76dG9iVqTLEK1HRXOU9bEfv1Xw-2ojUhYQSrH6uOv1036tvO8AXDZLMqpqQbBt8vrWGGjIkU53fIUCJlxomv0NW8hlRubiP6HvP-xWQbXHibtElhHw_V4BJI-hRofe2_CBjLEp/s320/DSCN8837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623439512072421202" /></a>Kary in her peace-full yoga pose.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9SGK7gW9tTif6Jf5TTmVRFnByq0FmVWmnXJFq0K8Yn4FRG1Om4_FABjNrjGvgo6hLdXRWt6HXFLVUvMtUYx90ExPdirwtV1yfP8U-6RgeA12cFeYmdlzeG2v7qiW6F8j3ELHELToUgIdN/s1600/DSCN8845.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9SGK7gW9tTif6Jf5TTmVRFnByq0FmVWmnXJFq0K8Yn4FRG1Om4_FABjNrjGvgo6hLdXRWt6HXFLVUvMtUYx90ExPdirwtV1yfP8U-6RgeA12cFeYmdlzeG2v7qiW6F8j3ELHELToUgIdN/s320/DSCN8845.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623439509240275778" /></a>Portage glacier. I'm such a brat!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRyUrTcz90c7SVwEbuofc3Iw7rQyje9_n_jPLN_VcsbyL5uQGeQJpouxRJVIRU5TchnGOXvK8hyphenhyphen5jSczdG2CBOpfCYc5q9d0qPIPEBiWbiFTGDBM8KMl6lh8w8G4hH5VNeo8NwRyXrBrOg/s1600/DSCN8843.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRyUrTcz90c7SVwEbuofc3Iw7rQyje9_n_jPLN_VcsbyL5uQGeQJpouxRJVIRU5TchnGOXvK8hyphenhyphen5jSczdG2CBOpfCYc5q9d0qPIPEBiWbiFTGDBM8KMl6lh8w8G4hH5VNeo8NwRyXrBrOg/s320/DSCN8843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623437812769716402" /></a>Strong at Portage.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz2LxGL_J_euYzg0hRo4ypD-jOWRVbs1_iakgQX8ecRm4pSWe4LfQESqTKaqqWaqdLuIyq2Oh9ZDabsGgWgKZWGJ2fWGzUnWZx38m-4N3ceFtC7UE16P9U4AOS9M6lCurFK3M7vqpNfQTT/s1600/DSCN8796.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz2LxGL_J_euYzg0hRo4ypD-jOWRVbs1_iakgQX8ecRm4pSWe4LfQESqTKaqqWaqdLuIyq2Oh9ZDabsGgWgKZWGJ2fWGzUnWZx38m-4N3ceFtC7UE16P9U4AOS9M6lCurFK3M7vqpNfQTT/s320/DSCN8796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623437805125075186" /></a>Kel ordered a salad and a side of these amazing corn fritters at a restaurant we went to. They gave us an extra order of fritter by accident so we got more for free!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCTWzEbYSy99oe96_FmQK64IHTBkIkGaq2qRUYSTrZsDjGgc5_DiQUXfntqJh1zHBaaBLHKouDOKgizFmg1qcW1jH4xGORndi45fnwpwrYuxj7SFXNe1dk1dxehfbeguuZBQnxpWOQOAz/s1600/DSCN8801.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCTWzEbYSy99oe96_FmQK64IHTBkIkGaq2qRUYSTrZsDjGgc5_DiQUXfntqJh1zHBaaBLHKouDOKgizFmg1qcW1jH4xGORndi45fnwpwrYuxj7SFXNe1dk1dxehfbeguuZBQnxpWOQOAz/s320/DSCN8801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623437800282302098" /></a>Seriously...the best corn fritters ever.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwJK699ZHKdAEJnWgiRGGPR0m0fOQjYvBu8eZZRD_XY_qugX5J5djgrRJDfK9z7AmXm1mvKLdj8_qdOU2JsrD9wMx-wxGAf3Yy_MwlWvR8jmIQWkQoe2S9h1UyTgLkJh4XrK8sksVqcQ7N/s1600/Denali+Park+%2528118%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwJK699ZHKdAEJnWgiRGGPR0m0fOQjYvBu8eZZRD_XY_qugX5J5djgrRJDfK9z7AmXm1mvKLdj8_qdOU2JsrD9wMx-wxGAf3Yy_MwlWvR8jmIQWkQoe2S9h1UyTgLkJh4XrK8sksVqcQ7N/s320/Denali+Park+%2528118%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623437794083655234" /></a>We met this family (The Westenbroek's) on our tour of Denali National Park. A few hours after the tour we saw them at a Mt. McKinley viewpoint and they invited us to a hot breakfast the next morning. So great to meet such a family.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0x86Wo_zqWn5X5h0dY7cYpgmJCZ87n-V9mnN0UBtVOJ8ymysqWgBsg5VRgK6zNsF5sJj3t75FnO0cIOaCk0st-klybHe-y4GBgP057jP1Wi1Vx3uYK0-CIojwJbxF8lnZOhKFsioqkZpC/s1600/Denali+Park+%2528109%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0x86Wo_zqWn5X5h0dY7cYpgmJCZ87n-V9mnN0UBtVOJ8ymysqWgBsg5VRgK6zNsF5sJj3t75FnO0cIOaCk0st-klybHe-y4GBgP057jP1Wi1Vx3uYK0-CIojwJbxF8lnZOhKFsioqkZpC/s320/Denali+Park+%2528109%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623437791695366258" /></a>You can see Denali's (Mt. McKinley...one and the same) peak between the clouds in the middle of the photo.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOSDKbWLGk6ouF3X8hYGKcMy8jZlGWCIS7VMH9BXqHxxb9Zqz7Vwr7vtRheyEfSccJsN7zOGlAyy9Df3kP3bVm-D5-43fK2orxbL5a2pID5bQUJqumR4IdHQ0NM64BpGbn6T1ec9G8jTV7/s1600/DSCN8787.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOSDKbWLGk6ouF3X8hYGKcMy8jZlGWCIS7VMH9BXqHxxb9Zqz7Vwr7vtRheyEfSccJsN7zOGlAyy9Df3kP3bVm-D5-43fK2orxbL5a2pID5bQUJqumR4IdHQ0NM64BpGbn6T1ec9G8jTV7/s320/DSCN8787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623436437560991346" /></a>At the Imaginarium in the Anchorage Museum. It was us and a bunch of kids trying this lift out.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9qc2I0e7MtyjCIDiFWmVyTDaGY6hNkqk1DM-I23PiUNEbivlR2c7guzU3cTryO6KhjMXFfUd0kjlvkegDb1nMa_2hAjYfyhb7EGQ_DFqMxjZxNXBNeasZVcPfx65piAMGfDB2yuuK_aX3/s1600/Denali+Park+%2528106%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9qc2I0e7MtyjCIDiFWmVyTDaGY6hNkqk1DM-I23PiUNEbivlR2c7guzU3cTryO6KhjMXFfUd0kjlvkegDb1nMa_2hAjYfyhb7EGQ_DFqMxjZxNXBNeasZVcPfx65piAMGfDB2yuuK_aX3/s320/Denali+Park+%2528106%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623436429209086514" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUihb5HoVz4EC10POvbds4wVEKLJPlkKVCmaiq_xigeYq05-bsb6iDB0zz3baaIyagb4PVa5_p9TKGjtrN5-zBNekMbL6MSy8aTUTYU6XGPoj_4I_krnmNup36t4htckbhKwHTaRaHK5fu/s1600/Denali+Park+%252831%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUihb5HoVz4EC10POvbds4wVEKLJPlkKVCmaiq_xigeYq05-bsb6iDB0zz3baaIyagb4PVa5_p9TKGjtrN5-zBNekMbL6MSy8aTUTYU6XGPoj_4I_krnmNup36t4htckbhKwHTaRaHK5fu/s320/Denali+Park+%252831%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623436419506594130" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaM9MRgXJbyznZLqQ3mFMHz0fs3QkmJnLHiASDMN33b90k2_EqyApTnbE_KiVD5jMV2G7bMTGQYwMLS6uTZppoPUtn7pU4G-EJD7DrdalUd0ZNmifJyQYAjJlzIkZJMVwXoq5GhYX-GHt6/s1600/Denali+Park+%252898%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaM9MRgXJbyznZLqQ3mFMHz0fs3QkmJnLHiASDMN33b90k2_EqyApTnbE_KiVD5jMV2G7bMTGQYwMLS6uTZppoPUtn7pU4G-EJD7DrdalUd0ZNmifJyQYAjJlzIkZJMVwXoq5GhYX-GHt6/s320/Denali+Park+%252898%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623436416424436498" /></a>Caribou (Raindeer) antlers. Much heavier than you would think.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_98zWkOAemln7ZVXKEXw8KPhOlIclerWLjijl_mczdEhxRKKw1-KBiy1ckZfBf_DXb60KgVoV4Jjru7gQlQ3UZw8zrTRUrFVwaa1PKl9MDUr6RhYD37fe1HOlWOl5MuS19iGPC7IYSk5d/s1600/Denali+Park+%252821%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_98zWkOAemln7ZVXKEXw8KPhOlIclerWLjijl_mczdEhxRKKw1-KBiy1ckZfBf_DXb60KgVoV4Jjru7gQlQ3UZw8zrTRUrFVwaa1PKl9MDUr6RhYD37fe1HOlWOl5MuS19iGPC7IYSk5d/s320/Denali+Park+%252821%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623436414665311154" /></a><br /><div>At peace with Denali.</div><div><br /></div></div>Kristie Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935519911798937307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-59476024165678269492011-06-07T07:32:00.000-07:002011-06-07T11:59:46.021-07:00Begin Brooklyn Summer Fun!!We spent the night last night at my parents house for our monthly F.H.E. While there, we had a lot of fun playing in the back yard and Brook was experiencing some new outdoor activities I wanted to share.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwyfm_bMyKzCLCLyFfZSjegeeMgMzuJordtTBcb18kfQR37WXiMEf-kXZq63H6xEzOgTDkfIQks_SqXYAAXLg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div>Brook swinging next to Nick (13 y/o cousin).</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwDCPPQ6dM7ekUSwNKlu8Ga0JRTMNu9DtrS2qfLCn8Ewn3TNRuMaw_K4xHvld3flqUIRPk2piHKvF_V9OQecQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div>Head banging on a rockin' dog.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzewTh7UqWryRmpX_QD6KyEycTblN2dJskyiPhLip6olUMTopKYc0UkkIERX87QBB29jP8hynBVH9cq4Ko8QA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Kristie Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935519911798937307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-89505840870650303372011-05-19T10:58:00.000-07:002011-05-19T12:04:50.572-07:00Karma, Blessings and My Relationship to My Food<div>Thank you all for your comments! I learned from your thoughts and I hope that we can continue to uplift and help one another in our similar yet individualized experiences.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img 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/></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Lotus Temple of Spanish Fork, Utah</div><div><br /></div>I have been thinking about a presentation I went to a couple of years ago by the Utah Krishnas (see <a href="http://www.utahkrishnas.org/">http://www.utahkrishnas.org/</a> for more information about these amazing members of my community). They have a gorgeous temple in Spanish Fork and the lecture I attended was an explanation of vegetarianism and how karma applies to all we do and, in this case, to the food we eat. One concept in particular struck truth in me and has been entering my mind lately as I continue my journey: they do not taste or eat any food, even while they are preparing it, until it is ready to eat and they have taken part of the food and offered it to Krishna, their lord. How does this apply to Mormon me? Oh in so many ways. Most basically, how do I prepare my food? Am I ravenously preparing my food anticipating not so much the flavor and purpose of the food but rather feeding my hunger and belly? Do I eat 1/3 of the dish before we are even ready to sit down to eat? <div><br /></div><div>What do I take from this? Prepare food "with and eye single to the glory of God" which sounds a little strange applying this scriptural phrase to food, but I will explain. God's "work and glory is to bring about [our] immortality and eternal life... (Moses 1:39" Immortality, immortal, mortal. Our bodies are key in our mortal life. Here and now. They will be an integral part of our eternal life as well as perfected and resurrected bodies. So, we are eternal beings made up of Heavenly Father's DNA (spirits) and our earthly parents DNA (bodies), going all the way back to Eve and Adam. What I eat and how I eat it affects my body. My physical health affects my intellect (mind). My mental health, included my thoughts about everything including my own self image, affects my spirit. My spirit affects my body. And so on, and so forth and not necessarily in that order all the time. I cycle through my starting points to find my balance, my karma.</div><div><br /></div><div>What to I learn from the Krishnas? Love myself. Love others. Love, understand and show gratitude for all sustenance I receive. So, though I may do a little taste test, first I recognize the blessing the food is to me; I recognize what the food will do for my body; I humbly thank the Lord for the food and ask him that the particles will fill my body's need for energy as well as my spiritual need to see those particles and how they react with my body as a blessing. As long as I choose what is best for me, my body reacts in positive ways to the food I eat. That doesn't mean that I don't ever eat chocolate, which I firmly believe is manna from heaven, especially during a few short days every month (women, you know what days I mean). I limit my indulgences, which is not easy, but I feel so much better about myself when I do.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am grateful for food. I love the foods that are best for my body. I am constantly discovering new ways to enjoy foods and keep my body in perfect health.</div><div><br /></div><div>Namaste</div>Kristie Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935519911798937307noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-53883078986581371112011-05-16T13:03:00.000-07:002011-05-16T13:38:06.777-07:00Self-ForgivenessI have decided that I want to share some things on our blog that I am going through. It may just be my own way of getting things out, maybe it might open a dialogue between the few readers/followers of the blog, or it just might be interesting to read about what I go through and how I try to work it out. However this may go, it is helpful, to me at least. <div><br /></div><div>I am working on many personal things right now. Without going into exact detail and without putting them all down like a "pity me" list, I will put them all under an umbrella statement: "My Journey to Self-Forgiveness ." I have thought in the past that it is easiest to forgive others such as friends and acquaintances and even family (though forgiving family has been complicated for me at times). Now, I recently discovered, that all others are easiest to forgive and that the most difficult forgiveness is of myself. Many wonderful experiences and people fill my past and memories; yet, with the amazing and joyful moments come hurtful ones, most unintentional, but equally damaging to my sense of who I am in the present moment.</div><div><br /></div><div>Many may read this and think "how can this be!?! She's amazing and blah, blah, blah." Not to undermine the compliments or the perception others have of me, but, in case it wasn't known, I am human. I carry emotions in my own way; most physically as a result of my non-confrontational, afraid-to-feel-or-cry-in-front-of-anyone persona I have acquired through certain experiences. The truth I have discovered: this is not healthy. At all. I am working on releasing many negative things and I have seen a great improvement mentally, physically and spiritually--greater BALANCE, greater peace and I can turn off my mind and JUST BE. It's in those moments Spirit to spirit conversations occur; I come to know more about my true self, which I plan to discover my whole life.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have made many positive and very effective changes in my life. I am constantly discovering new ways to take care of my body, my mind and my spirit. These three things, that I believe make up my true self, need a healthy balance just as my time needs a healthy balance. To create a healthier body I started a vegetarian diet several months ago. I physically feel stronger and have learned to control my eating habits in a more effective and positive way. I have also started an exercise regimen; nothing too extensive, mainly I focus on being active at least once a day. I haven't really set many goals for myself other than to GET MOVING. My physical progress has been at my own speed and in my own time (which I know is the Lord's timing for me at this time in my life).</div><div><br /></div><div>Having a healthier body has opened my mind to new understanding and knowledge (see D&C 89) and I am more aware of inspiration as it enters into my soul. These have become a catalyst for greater growth and confidence. </div><div><br /></div><div>One hard thing for me to do is to not compare: not to compare myself to anyone around me, anyone at the gym, family members, and especially not to what I once was like. I love my body now and am grateful for what it has accomplished, especially in the past year and I have a beautiful daughter to show for it! </div><div><br /></div><div>I am being the change I want to see in my world. It starts with me. So, yes I may be selfish about a few things for a while until I find my balance (don't worry I do not neglect the wife and mother aspects of my life). </div><div><br /></div><div>I am beautiful. I am at peace with myself. I learn more about my true self everyday. I forgive myself everyday. I love myself. I find balance in every moment.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kristie</div>Kristie Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935519911798937307noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-22585654847406257132011-05-11T08:15:00.000-07:002011-05-11T09:35:28.234-07:00Spring/Summer Plans<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7tMdlG-3bnq70iJYwWTbaX00FDlxp-jTjRwQzQJYWGw1wc6c9sjnLtHVlWHeCabSdvX3egBgxqwWv244afMkZ_6H6pw_m_gErYXuYLqCbbb1JqJ0ofqO2x2EbxPc-nnwkO5xMYCXX1eUp/s1600/Standing+in+Pen.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Since Brook dominates our blog, I thought I would post some things about Josh and I before putting more videos and pictures of our amazing daughter.<div><br /></div><div>Josh is doing well with school as the year is winding down. He has enjoyed doing many things this year, including some new thing such as running the stage crew, teaching debate classes and helping with debate and mock trial, coaching basketball and finishing off his fifth year teaching!! Amazing! He is such an amazing man; of course he is, he puts up with me!!</div><div><br /></div><div>He has enjoyed his calling and has finally settled into the rigors and time commitment to being the executive secretary in the ward. He loves the Bishop and the bishopric members and has grown so much through his service. I myself am also learning much from his calling such as patience (which runs short sometimes) and love and support of my husband has he fulfills his duties.</div><div><br /></div><div>I finished the winter semester last month and I have loved being able to spend so much time at home and with Brook! We are finally getting some good weather so Brook and I spend a couple of hours each day outside. It is amazing how amazing I feel when I can spend time out in the beautiful creations of our Lord. I am so grateful for everything that gives me so much joy in my life!</div><div><br /></div><div>I am working a little more right now at ARUP: 3 hours Tuesday and Wednesday afternoons, all day Fridays and 4 hours or so on Saturday mornings. I am grateful that I have been able to pick up more work since we stopped our cleaning job a month ago. We use to clean office buildings and a a plastic surgery business (we found some interesting things there, let me tell you!). We are grateful for that job and the help it was to us while I was unable to work much at ARUP.</div><div><br /></div><div>I will return to BYU in the fall to finish off my degree! I have one semester left of classes then I will student teach. I have decided to student teach in both theatre and Spanish and I have already let my supervisors know so they can start planning for that. I will teach mostly theatre classes and have one or two classes of Spanish to teach at the same school. I also am preparing to take the PRAXIS tests for both disciplines. I have a lot of work to do over the summer to best prepare for those and also for my student teaching. I have the set the goal to write several unit and lesson plans so that I can be ahead for when I get my Teacher Work Samples ready (they are like extensive resumes that show my work, amazingness and great talent in order to help me get jobs).</div><div><br /></div><div>I am going to Alaska 5 weeks from today with my sister Kellie and I am really excited. We will be staying with my cousin, camping and living it up! We have a few more trips lined up for the summer and we are looking forward to spending time together with family and friends.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now on to the gorgeous Brook. She is such a joy in our life and we are grateful to have her as our daughter. She is starting to show off her attitude and personality through her jabbering and by getting into everything!! She stood up by herself for the first time yesterday using the couch as a help, she tries to crawl on her knees but gets board with it after two crawls so she drops to her quicker army crawl, she waves, she whistles (not on purpose but when she is concentrating she purses her lips and some whistles escape) and she makes us laugh. Her are some photos and videos of our girl!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwHj6UUNsGSAUfXIigIKi_StEPFmMum9rvRqMjiJt1hNjEFZs2W_ZeT1zasrQeU68zGReprM480X2E-uNmC5A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7tMdlG-3bnq70iJYwWTbaX00FDlxp-jTjRwQzQJYWGw1wc6c9sjnLtHVlWHeCabSdvX3egBgxqwWv244afMkZ_6H6pw_m_gErYXuYLqCbbb1JqJ0ofqO2x2EbxPc-nnwkO5xMYCXX1eUp/s1600/Standing+in+Pen.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7tMdlG-3bnq70iJYwWTbaX00FDlxp-jTjRwQzQJYWGw1wc6c9sjnLtHVlWHeCabSdvX3egBgxqwWv244afMkZ_6H6pw_m_gErYXuYLqCbbb1JqJ0ofqO2x2EbxPc-nnwkO5xMYCXX1eUp/s320/Standing+in+Pen.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605495907490214210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u>Brook playing at the Post's. Such an amazing girl!</u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7tMdlG-3bnq70iJYwWTbaX00FDlxp-jTjRwQzQJYWGw1wc6c9sjnLtHVlWHeCabSdvX3egBgxqwWv244afMkZ_6H6pw_m_gErYXuYLqCbbb1JqJ0ofqO2x2EbxPc-nnwkO5xMYCXX1eUp/s1600/Standing+in+Pen.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6g8boh2skzh9YmgmUHfABjYD0k_8Tdw-y5F4ksF7ytYHC86vJvhRJ45OgjMhl1tRK0Qfqtpd3oP8-YK2jaq4DMmDg0O1huk4-PrMYnFnqH6uNJFln7PhRi3ghslYUNHSk_nyTeRE7mcOR/s1600/DSCN8730.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6g8boh2skzh9YmgmUHfABjYD0k_8Tdw-y5F4ksF7ytYHC86vJvhRJ45OgjMhl1tRK0Qfqtpd3oP8-YK2jaq4DMmDg0O1huk4-PrMYnFnqH6uNJFln7PhRi3ghslYUNHSk_nyTeRE7mcOR/s320/DSCN8730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605495901623797554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u>She fell asleep on our walk last Saturday. She's starting to fill in her carseat well!</u></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6g8boh2skzh9YmgmUHfABjYD0k_8Tdw-y5F4ksF7ytYHC86vJvhRJ45OgjMhl1tRK0Qfqtpd3oP8-YK2jaq4DMmDg0O1huk4-PrMYnFnqH6uNJFln7PhRi3ghslYUNHSk_nyTeRE7mcOR/s1600/DSCN8730.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhXe2WQbqhbJ0-CrGEdp5dJRpmngMUfFXIgrOaOQRwwIqVj_F7qUIabdKJUs_lUDsU43FktZYVn7hcyTfwDZ3hNPXQ5dCoTNI1mzQ32T8VU6Rkt9PW5DVOQCdjVPeBRDmvewqL48uOg9xh/s1600/DSCN8689.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhXe2WQbqhbJ0-CrGEdp5dJRpmngMUfFXIgrOaOQRwwIqVj_F7qUIabdKJUs_lUDsU43FktZYVn7hcyTfwDZ3hNPXQ5dCoTNI1mzQ32T8VU6Rkt9PW5DVOQCdjVPeBRDmvewqL48uOg9xh/s320/DSCN8689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605495897579919074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u>So happy!</u></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhXe2WQbqhbJ0-CrGEdp5dJRpmngMUfFXIgrOaOQRwwIqVj_F7qUIabdKJUs_lUDsU43FktZYVn7hcyTfwDZ3hNPXQ5dCoTNI1mzQ32T8VU6Rkt9PW5DVOQCdjVPeBRDmvewqL48uOg9xh/s1600/DSCN8689.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV9O0jzF3eFQ8wFNjVL4nNJY1dYVGbJXR2Fh9vNkfMdzJxFsoQANCH5rqILYF7A5s3WXm-2UEiOCfTakMGENyvoSN_-jdDL0QayVa-eLFXVtcBeOL7UxOkM22oWexuW3SayrvKoYYgLf2P/s1600/DSCN8655.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV9O0jzF3eFQ8wFNjVL4nNJY1dYVGbJXR2Fh9vNkfMdzJxFsoQANCH5rqILYF7A5s3WXm-2UEiOCfTakMGENyvoSN_-jdDL0QayVa-eLFXVtcBeOL7UxOkM22oWexuW3SayrvKoYYgLf2P/s320/DSCN8655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605495889767868306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u>The girls!</u></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV9O0jzF3eFQ8wFNjVL4nNJY1dYVGbJXR2Fh9vNkfMdzJxFsoQANCH5rqILYF7A5s3WXm-2UEiOCfTakMGENyvoSN_-jdDL0QayVa-eLFXVtcBeOL7UxOkM22oWexuW3SayrvKoYYgLf2P/s1600/DSCN8655.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></span></span></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Kristie Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935519911798937307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-26811613190677188672011-04-20T07:16:00.000-07:002011-04-20T07:39:15.825-07:00Beiber FeverIt was the only song I could get her to dance to...<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzAZ-VgeU32kVNX0J2uL9Oe-jUpbx01jDw1GnXRRbcQGySv9767op7UveT3pzjJ3koBZuCknf79mmr29ztavg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div>Such a happy baby! She seriously laughs at everything...seriously.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwzSYB9UcAcTtBDs63MaY5D-X-hl1R2jxTzGZeDV_51szR69crSagd40_pL5sjysmG9CwMjm9pBxc8cSzU' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Kristie Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935519911798937307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-52399007556811924532011-02-12T12:01:00.000-08:002011-02-12T12:33:23.439-08:00Daddy and BrookWe got home last night from our stake Valentine's Party (and dance) and Josh was playing with Brook. She is a giggle machine now! Always finding things in life to enjoy. She's starting to scoot a little and gets her bum in the air but can't quite figure out crawling yet. She turns circles and rolls over to get to a toy. She's too cute.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwfn5FnAv3lK5VRNgDEiWURop4Sp8GWYbPhDtKCvtgCUmffcz7Zdtsy-27tpTdUfZgWPJLy7ULzUM-s8sWNGA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Josh's team is doing well. They've lost only one game and when they win this afternoon they'll be sitting pretty for the playoffs. I'm starting my stage manager gig for one of my classes. It's a good deal for me because the play only rehearses 3 times a week and the tech rehearsal, dress rehearsal and run all happen in the same week. This means it will last only 1 month where other people in my class have to be to rehearsals 4 times a week for 2 1/2 months then have a 3 week run. I'm loving school and loving the balance I have to spend time with Brooklyn.Kristie Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935519911798937307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-29025329167684506052011-01-28T07:17:00.000-08:002011-01-29T07:31:17.975-08:00Poetry and beautyHello again.<br /><br />This week I was in a Poetry Slam competition in one of my classes and out of 25 people I was the 1st runner up! (I should have won but the winning poem was about being a single, 23 and "not too old" girl; so with all young, single girl judges that poem won me out by 2 points.) I have never poetry slammed before but I decided to go all out. I wrote all three of my poems and had a blast performing them.<br /><br />My Friday morning class has been moved to Thursday mornings which is nice; this way I don't go down to school on Fridays and I get to spend three entire days with Brook! She is growing so much: almost crawling and sitting up on her own, gabbering more and smiling so much it's blinding (like, her smile lights up the room...corny but very true:P...no SAD for us with her around).<br /><br />Josh's middle school team is undefeated so far and will face their rival tomorrow. It is exciting! Also, he had a great birthday week, if I do say so myself. On Monday we went ice skating in the middle of downtown Salt Lake and had a lot of fun. Wednesday we got pizza and watched the BYU vs San Diego game and BYU won just for Josh's b-day. Tonight, we are relaxing at home as a family. Love it!!<br /><br />Enjoy a couple more videos and pics. The videos are sideways (Josh didn't know that if you hold our camera with the longest side up it films sideways...I love him...)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg65iUp9IFfs9K-HLmc3jbeK1DTVXvbr86Rkc44XmIrnUJJmoBdVNeM9HpWStHWm9S1kiiQZWfSRsQ2uc0_H-EJ9RP6cjf6_ozh8_yIj_dFJIcFSmjhbQZA0pfTwok4FZb0gsbWYghC0V4p/s1600/Josh%2527s+Bday+2011+008.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg65iUp9IFfs9K-HLmc3jbeK1DTVXvbr86Rkc44XmIrnUJJmoBdVNeM9HpWStHWm9S1kiiQZWfSRsQ2uc0_H-EJ9RP6cjf6_ozh8_yIj_dFJIcFSmjhbQZA0pfTwok4FZb0gsbWYghC0V4p/s320/Josh%2527s+Bday+2011+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567433032208062450" border="0" /></a>Josh with his b-day cake...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyrCqbXLfHCvAh-QE6_D3OJFO2J2qA39QPJ6SqXNGopA0Vh-mV_osa9Pm_cZNKmnPjnZucL2iIh9OkoTFRtnFJKxiBhSRcWXdvfWucXAxBosV8at9a8qAtbb1_EYFBtbnmKZSVWSjjsaP2/s1600/Josh%2527s+Bday+2011+006.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyrCqbXLfHCvAh-QE6_D3OJFO2J2qA39QPJ6SqXNGopA0Vh-mV_osa9Pm_cZNKmnPjnZucL2iIh9OkoTFRtnFJKxiBhSRcWXdvfWucXAxBosV8at9a8qAtbb1_EYFBtbnmKZSVWSjjsaP2/s320/Josh%2527s+Bday+2011+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567433022955571842" border="0" /></a>In honor of Josh's 30th birthday we had a 90s themed party. Josh and I went grunge (I did dark eyeliner even...), my sister Katie (front in t-shirt) wore her shirt that said "Everybody knows hover-boards don't work on water" (Back to the Future 2), Anne and Kellie sported the over-sized golf shirts, Nick wore flannel, and Melissa wore her Super Mario Bros 3 t-shirt. It was so much fun!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl62PGDs9EUFqMxwoXUHBYZP5tRlS1bfB-x-w3VXgPdxfS1YzrTPmPcM998Z2Ci6Sd6lBiVSdcguI5_r4oymmjzaofRo6V_kXPtQOnIgeuyhhipuGbi5AZggBAnzwKWD-rJOMjgQFNll76/s1600/Josh%2527s+Bday+2011+005.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl62PGDs9EUFqMxwoXUHBYZP5tRlS1bfB-x-w3VXgPdxfS1YzrTPmPcM998Z2Ci6Sd6lBiVSdcguI5_r4oymmjzaofRo6V_kXPtQOnIgeuyhhipuGbi5AZggBAnzwKWD-rJOMjgQFNll76/s320/Josh%2527s+Bday+2011+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567433021316844898" border="0" /></a>More of us!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_IMRQXQAfWdpzGeKy-EJ4JaWkNZ87YXZ1c1E9g-sec2cvR4PMiz_W8tbPPMS4je-oDHVMCsrHXgiCgsuPw-ewlPEGwim7BcIZOUVXb2Tp86jo3BzUtLbK8plygQEt75og7uz9LjoIjk6C/s1600/Josh%2527s+Bday+2011+003.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_IMRQXQAfWdpzGeKy-EJ4JaWkNZ87YXZ1c1E9g-sec2cvR4PMiz_W8tbPPMS4je-oDHVMCsrHXgiCgsuPw-ewlPEGwim7BcIZOUVXb2Tp86jo3BzUtLbK8plygQEt75og7uz9LjoIjk6C/s320/Josh%2527s+Bday+2011+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567433014262734626" border="0" /></a>Brook got into the party too--hippie shirt, hat and all her cuteness!<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy3l0m6pmO0Q12Ll2w8uodUfBrKj7DX1j5-MJKThaYmGGy4JQ03g4lpp2D17EZMOyvrUWErinsJw2cg65yT5w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />Brook in her swing. She figured out that she could lift up the lap-thingy with her feet and entertained herself, and Josh, for over 20 minute. She's so smart!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyFc_D3fP4Sq-dDwkz_kBNoJGM8ze1-S3XF3w5j5m8iACwxDCR6pBpLeqnMC9347S1_loD-tQ9tjt_epauA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />Me sledding with my nephews off my parents front porch, over the stairs, through the covered grass, down the ramp and onto the basketball court. I was out there with them for 45 mins. It was a blast!<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzYuBnlF2IgU3AijHjIOmw23elhs57F2ok9v6h8ZupBbpycO7Pg7ia5OjNrqKD5-r848NRAkeAx9aLB_K9IuQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />Brook in Bath. We took this earlier this month--you'll like our attempt at modesty:). She continues to love bath time and I'm sure it will continue.Kristie Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935519911798937307noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-37166170307489323622011-01-22T09:11:00.000-08:002011-01-22T09:53:37.540-08:00January 2011 - School, Discovery, FunThis new year brought new wonderful things for us. Josh started to teach school again, I started back at school (3 classes--I go to campus every day), and Brook started to roll; to talk more; to play with toys more; she's close to sitting up on her own more; she now grabs at your face when you hold her; she smiles and giggles all the time; she got her first flu but got better quickly; she grabs her feet while she's on her back and puts them in her mouth...in other words, Brook is growing and it's wonderful! While I'm at school Brook spends the day with her aunt Anne and her cousin Luke. She made the transition from being with me all the time to being with Anne part of the time beautifully; me, not so beautifully (the first day of school I dropped her off, got back in my car and cried for about 20 seconds, took a deep breath and said "I can do this, she is safe and happy"...sigh....then off to school!).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUEmrn_Ltp1wXbVvIMr99LsvpHWCmfhl90y7-qnFFlyMY_lPqzaoly6kq226Ii0FS02G5ZRnxxtS0vkKoyanXCv1_7jrcHuLW2N7w-J_NvoyFC_ahyFzZlPnWRViEvBE90TfKoF0dAcBWk/s1600/Dec+2010+052.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUEmrn_Ltp1wXbVvIMr99LsvpHWCmfhl90y7-qnFFlyMY_lPqzaoly6kq226Ii0FS02G5ZRnxxtS0vkKoyanXCv1_7jrcHuLW2N7w-J_NvoyFC_ahyFzZlPnWRViEvBE90TfKoF0dAcBWk/s320/Dec+2010+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565067019385783346" border="0" /></a>Hello gorgeous!<br /><br /><br />Josh and I decided to give each other gifts for Christmas that did not cost any money; my gift was a morning of snowshoeing. We borrowed the snowshoes from my sister, Katie, and went up Milcreek Canyon to hike. It was so much fun! It was a gorgeous day with fog and beautiful scenery.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgptLRg6R18bmpSh7jQ1nsCYWMFS2xZIYRaZnRtya2zL5fKtoktvdv2g9za1feRm9SYFRnkqtLmb4P_yxs40kicd-JR7YpgQCjC8RzMjE85wanTE4sVT3kUsJzXvfewuc9H8tHk9yBYMZ7E/s1600/Dec+2010+031.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgptLRg6R18bmpSh7jQ1nsCYWMFS2xZIYRaZnRtya2zL5fKtoktvdv2g9za1feRm9SYFRnkqtLmb4P_yxs40kicd-JR7YpgQCjC8RzMjE85wanTE4sVT3kUsJzXvfewuc9H8tHk9yBYMZ7E/s320/Dec+2010+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565067005391086130" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqZ7QnbsZu5qUuSbnz906OTaGVvzIeoXaDJicLtJXA2cGDyI2BJv-OG1fUTw3hD0am00525PkK-eD3It0mqf3AGL9QsGzpkrTCmRS_kNe0OwRsgdY6DyAyjMaIsUEeLMCUIjCMlFT4kPcG/s1600/Dec+2010+016.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqZ7QnbsZu5qUuSbnz906OTaGVvzIeoXaDJicLtJXA2cGDyI2BJv-OG1fUTw3hD0am00525PkK-eD3It0mqf3AGL9QsGzpkrTCmRS_kNe0OwRsgdY6DyAyjMaIsUEeLMCUIjCMlFT4kPcG/s320/Dec+2010+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565066995470042210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_9G1wu-dPK95wdpRAHMT_sjh9p6EGV6E4jl7rpNU96eSep_Wr7n9G0Z6NrK4pieD795fxPQ8rHGJjTWK-Nu-tIJqBCxSCElnk4m36NCennd-lDdvWRubEa8WULTa5wA3dfkdfEGRhS6p5/s1600/Dec+2010+008.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_9G1wu-dPK95wdpRAHMT_sjh9p6EGV6E4jl7rpNU96eSep_Wr7n9G0Z6NrK4pieD795fxPQ8rHGJjTWK-Nu-tIJqBCxSCElnk4m36NCennd-lDdvWRubEa8WULTa5wA3dfkdfEGRhS6p5/s320/Dec+2010+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565066989846504514" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-UdgNR8SzhX8Au8SfKWvvEECgNNHJbuq3ziIf-ez7o6zvxnclmDGFYueAFTnQOjI8idb23sEGnEdyxyqRBfnJL60zu88cEby0WHvhSwIP8hHj85krLCPTpECcfwXywGW67YSeutWSVUP/s1600/Dec+2010+011.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-UdgNR8SzhX8Au8SfKWvvEECgNNHJbuq3ziIf-ez7o6zvxnclmDGFYueAFTnQOjI8idb23sEGnEdyxyqRBfnJL60zu88cEby0WHvhSwIP8hHj85krLCPTpECcfwXywGW67YSeutWSVUP/s320/Dec+2010+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565069463035399282" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm4FsAOcuyOO5FMlJKF8_Z53oymWcRTwEjl6mrLSKPWALyVPx6z2a-u-y4HCKtkVZp4Bitp7WDPnUVRLneY8Se1nulGo8_sCOgKtR8RbBfWLFnyY_RQFdlciyf7pZlj8yrWmRXVGfozV5n/s1600/Dec+2010+010.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm4FsAOcuyOO5FMlJKF8_Z53oymWcRTwEjl6mrLSKPWALyVPx6z2a-u-y4HCKtkVZp4Bitp7WDPnUVRLneY8Se1nulGo8_sCOgKtR8RbBfWLFnyY_RQFdlciyf7pZlj8yrWmRXVGfozV5n/s320/Dec+2010+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565069456068593554" border="0" /></a>It was requested that we put up more pictures and videos of Brooklyn (never mind new pics and vids of us:P she's the cute one).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGnyU0FT5GGnfrvtKKmxZafP2yqDkNfBu-C-tCRBMgMcELTOYKKF6yAM1striH7-xUViiWlPGMsmLQwxyS90LnOQH2gQL1pGnMT0PyAoq03qucZt8lmzckaFwyVaaEZm-IVSQgyMtfzg5E/s1600/Dec+2010+005.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGnyU0FT5GGnfrvtKKmxZafP2yqDkNfBu-C-tCRBMgMcELTOYKKF6yAM1striH7-xUViiWlPGMsmLQwxyS90LnOQH2gQL1pGnMT0PyAoq03qucZt8lmzckaFwyVaaEZm-IVSQgyMtfzg5E/s320/Dec+2010+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565066982166250498" border="0" /></a>Brook fell asleep while eating one night holding her bottle.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj2PCBxljY3hvHq3i4FN81xUWp_llwvBJslfWRan4I8keefOqpveJe_pIsEl2BHEuDsFI7UBpmiZwrepnRy8l2VUCgJ_muIXdaGFU23S3WZIAoOwroJxKC-m4BloM9yHiqEHhju5JSRVjv/s1600/January+2011+017.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj2PCBxljY3hvHq3i4FN81xUWp_llwvBJslfWRan4I8keefOqpveJe_pIsEl2BHEuDsFI7UBpmiZwrepnRy8l2VUCgJ_muIXdaGFU23S3WZIAoOwroJxKC-m4BloM9yHiqEHhju5JSRVjv/s320/January+2011+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564865530318535010" border="0" /></a> Brook in her "workout gym". She loves this thing (thanks again to Tracy).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDQKM5MfhOGY5h6ZrVJwME_JUcCtZ8DxLZA57YKPdonU7HXH9S2qJ78-mETkr92htxPUJQNuqW64fjDXajmgqH8Qn5Y-Osjx2e54oGYpC-t15_GLUNF1NURfJNXJ4gyNfFGLcElFc-4V16/s1600/January+2011+014.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDQKM5MfhOGY5h6ZrVJwME_JUcCtZ8DxLZA57YKPdonU7HXH9S2qJ78-mETkr92htxPUJQNuqW64fjDXajmgqH8Qn5Y-Osjx2e54oGYpC-t15_GLUNF1NURfJNXJ4gyNfFGLcElFc-4V16/s320/January+2011+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564865520954588354" border="0" /></a>Napping on Josh's pillow before I wake her up<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vPIayaoptdHXfeVrRHG2gJE3LGMP_77Fa-gYseSqzwuyxhQ1JBYQwjFwzO-XqCDKuAP0PsZgyGelMI4C5SYZ7F6agCJeT-K2OaEMj7KSBIyRrsLGAnc1jHajzeASg1iIcFgVMlxIwGCG/s1600/January+2011+013.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vPIayaoptdHXfeVrRHG2gJE3LGMP_77Fa-gYseSqzwuyxhQ1JBYQwjFwzO-XqCDKuAP0PsZgyGelMI4C5SYZ7F6agCJeT-K2OaEMj7KSBIyRrsLGAnc1jHajzeASg1iIcFgVMlxIwGCG/s320/January+2011+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564865518779923570" border="0" /></a>"Heeey!" This cute towel was given to us from a lady that works with Josh.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsnuzb9VtqfxPj1YTL5qbqThUu-uda2aD7-iXHrsZWwRx5DOpIeTHzRqpy6YOczAr-auxWiGxr_Wk77Ed9xpmqQ756CqPF7RVccr2MH3AG3DWIIL7sR2gRHxEljIvb2rlcnKCWIVMD3CZl/s1600/January+2011+001.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsnuzb9VtqfxPj1YTL5qbqThUu-uda2aD7-iXHrsZWwRx5DOpIeTHzRqpy6YOczAr-auxWiGxr_Wk77Ed9xpmqQ756CqPF7RVccr2MH3AG3DWIIL7sR2gRHxEljIvb2rlcnKCWIVMD3CZl/s320/January+2011+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564865504416088354" border="0" /></a>Love this cute pink dress! I had to take a pic of Brook in it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEism9YvFVr4YrfhXvOQlj4r7rNIxyqP1utzLlGF-vbxSbBgB6tSpvtpdVBvjjPJgVNPqn0FqalM2iTMYGkvtj3x-6dkaSpmSTXQN1EiiYekai7y1EmrPAyeSYDgeRcFksIsBox_bs_XYP3o/s1600/January+2011+005.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEism9YvFVr4YrfhXvOQlj4r7rNIxyqP1utzLlGF-vbxSbBgB6tSpvtpdVBvjjPJgVNPqn0FqalM2iTMYGkvtj3x-6dkaSpmSTXQN1EiiYekai7y1EmrPAyeSYDgeRcFksIsBox_bs_XYP3o/s320/January+2011+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564865512677470370" border="0" /></a>Brook decided to do her Marilyn Monroe in "The Seven Year Itch" impersonation. Really she's getting a head start on holding up her dress like all little girls love to do...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsnuzb9VtqfxPj1YTL5qbqThUu-uda2aD7-iXHrsZWwRx5DOpIeTHzRqpy6YOczAr-auxWiGxr_Wk77Ed9xpmqQ756CqPF7RVccr2MH3AG3DWIIL7sR2gRHxEljIvb2rlcnKCWIVMD3CZl/s1600/January+2011+001.jpg"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLpSf5iQYqMOhHnseBq1pKMD4n_ij3KucBzKmZ8h58nzwn9qXKVLVhvsOoUBgexUlA4Mkis5pURMBAMQZQG88FkBMOV-LwV4rQg_1gs9ZvPm_NlIr2yKtZtUPK1rLal6BzNLjJA_WZVc1i/s1600/Dec+2010-Idaho+041.jpg"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvrPMbaWi507ZUkvULuYThhlPAGtt5cmHQGk7Gspvw8cLw3uE2b6PUKBWkVeepO7ZavhoHFfURk5gjj57-cJ4Wr__zROM_hySAZWSJvuRruIdtYlQCVZfbkcEIUzUa1I4CHGER_wmaxLph/s1600/Dec+2010-Idaho+036.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvrPMbaWi507ZUkvULuYThhlPAGtt5cmHQGk7Gspvw8cLw3uE2b6PUKBWkVeepO7ZavhoHFfURk5gjj57-cJ4Wr__zROM_hySAZWSJvuRruIdtYlQCVZfbkcEIUzUa1I4CHGER_wmaxLph/s320/Dec+2010-Idaho+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564862219993929026" border="0" /></a>This was a few weeks ago...Brook couldn't quite get use to sitting up in this chair.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLpSf5iQYqMOhHnseBq1pKMD4n_ij3KucBzKmZ8h58nzwn9qXKVLVhvsOoUBgexUlA4Mkis5pURMBAMQZQG88FkBMOV-LwV4rQg_1gs9ZvPm_NlIr2yKtZtUPK1rLal6BzNLjJA_WZVc1i/s1600/Dec+2010-Idaho+041.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLpSf5iQYqMOhHnseBq1pKMD4n_ij3KucBzKmZ8h58nzwn9qXKVLVhvsOoUBgexUlA4Mkis5pURMBAMQZQG88FkBMOV-LwV4rQg_1gs9ZvPm_NlIr2yKtZtUPK1rLal6BzNLjJA_WZVc1i/s320/Dec+2010-Idaho+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564862223185318594" border="0" /></a>She did, however, figure out that the chair is soft and nice to chew on (sorry it's blurry).<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy0DfQQ2mCONodv8r-Fsqqw4CpJcUoOp-wqExQYtDedFrAcYqk-NyxGxtM_pNB1P2DXvBYdmAKzdfEvtJlF4A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />When Brook had the flu she snored for the first time...poor girl, but so cute!<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzJdNOtSZqTl3Q8IyOQ48uwKEhkyVheW04oEsu8M_hblvTzbzeIagCXgfI_UD-62KC9pEJTQdm5X6aNrptXlw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />This was last night (01/21/11) when we were changing her. She talks and tries to eat her foot at the same time!Wallaceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604619482245000683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-90440495167275249762010-12-26T20:09:00.000-08:002010-12-26T20:33:47.557-08:00Rolling Over A New YearBrook's Christmas present to everyone was rolling over Christmas morning as we opened our presents! She got close on Christmas Eve, but surprised us all the next day.<br /><br />Today we were all in the living room coaxing her on when she decided to put on a show. Once she figured how to roll over (thanks to some help from her aunt Tracy) she couldn't get enough of it! Or maybe she loved the applause she received each time she did it! Love it!<br /><br />Not only does this video show Brooklyn, but it also stars Matthew as the "shakin' baby". Enjoy!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwbd6T_6v-9-Uew6jyIdnug-r-nx5cTnl7w83f1jIhOZD6-sKHfLvZMEGWDKUK6Q_45hmmbK9fyhkvVw-nM' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Kristie Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935519911798937307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-19458908882660645322010-12-26T13:57:00.000-08:002010-12-26T14:11:38.674-08:00Oh the Dancing Joy! (12/26/10)<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy1Wm3cGPtMUMyJB6pOJ302deLLJCEQfBBgFTAaoAMFzV8PbXKLAx06a4iFa5W7C7ByN5XzEv5ADmep4kh4Nw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Here's a video of Elisabeth, Rick, Russ and Josh movin' to the groovin' (or what their interpretation of "dancing" is). This is a fantastic game!Kristie Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935519911798937307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312509192017224553.post-74227375330953428892010-12-06T20:08:00.001-08:002010-12-06T20:19:22.748-08:00The Amazing Talents of Sissy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM7qPmxozH2ISe-XYr6nGXnOzMsl-g6mf-jLjgcfXrzNc5mNqNoOpwrw5n_vJXptdS-f44ZV2OMUI5Qib0AwnVnca9TP_lwEqlRQXydVyjnKJ-sUjRbxw55U-rYUESG_PWPM8kSpxPoMEZ/s1600/Tree+of+Life+003.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></a>I thought I would share some amazing images with you of the talent my little sister possess. The two resulting artworks came from conversations I had with her. Artifact #1: "Tree of Life"...I asked if she would draw me a tree of life using her ability to create Celtic knots (she's amazing, by the way, at drawing Celtic knots). Artifact #2: my Grandpa shared a story with us one family reunion about knowing and remembering who you are and the theme was "I was born to be a King." I asked Sissy (Melissa) to draw a crown with the phrase "I was born to be a Queen" on it for Brooklyn. She took it one step further and taught herself how to burn into wood. Needless to say she never ceases to amaze me. I love, LOVE, the details on the crown. Enjoy<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM7qPmxozH2ISe-XYr6nGXnOzMsl-g6mf-jLjgcfXrzNc5mNqNoOpwrw5n_vJXptdS-f44ZV2OMUI5Qib0AwnVnca9TP_lwEqlRQXydVyjnKJ-sUjRbxw55U-rYUESG_PWPM8kSpxPoMEZ/s1600/Tree+of+Life+003.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM7qPmxozH2ISe-XYr6nGXnOzMsl-g6mf-jLjgcfXrzNc5mNqNoOpwrw5n_vJXptdS-f44ZV2OMUI5Qib0AwnVnca9TP_lwEqlRQXydVyjnKJ-sUjRbxw55U-rYUESG_PWPM8kSpxPoMEZ/s320/Tree+of+Life+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547788835190779650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOTBUQvRCxEGIFz5ZBDAqQunfQ6gJkkfhplg9HFrvs3IGpGEnVywxe6Ad5hjLrac3Xm0hS-qR5mwztdWke0Q_HtyN0oDSaZTnbBBaWRRUZ9gP9bKH_xpmHJeiF6ERdD1vOK15-KBWZ0IGD/s1600/Born+to+be+a+Queen+001.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOTBUQvRCxEGIFz5ZBDAqQunfQ6gJkkfhplg9HFrvs3IGpGEnVywxe6Ad5hjLrac3Xm0hS-qR5mwztdWke0Q_HtyN0oDSaZTnbBBaWRRUZ9gP9bKH_xpmHJeiF6ERdD1vOK15-KBWZ0IGD/s320/Born+to+be+a+Queen+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547788792376080194" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3n3EEvbADGoXWEb-3KrDVX5gtu2djTS7IXklYe6C3hP1aDpfGLr-za8FRmC2gNIIEmMoQ3bV8AB3KlF-u8tLRDU7nSS09145LGJYyTiH9SkZcIMIic4TPA3eF0lJcp4TY5uDZGEZeqrSF/s1600/Born+to+be+a+Queen+006.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3n3EEvbADGoXWEb-3KrDVX5gtu2djTS7IXklYe6C3hP1aDpfGLr-za8FRmC2gNIIEmMoQ3bV8AB3KlF-u8tLRDU7nSS09145LGJYyTiH9SkZcIMIic4TPA3eF0lJcp4TY5uDZGEZeqrSF/s320/Born+to+be+a+Queen+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547788810154226722" border="0" /></a>Kristie Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935519911798937307noreply@blogger.com0