<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167858667314009350</id><updated>2011-07-30T07:40:43.494-07:00</updated><category term='car travel'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='animals'/><category term='artwork'/><category term='AZ 2008 Vacation'/><category term='Grandpa James'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Floam'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Sophie'/><category term='Grandma Bev'/><category term='birds'/><category term='Arizona'/><category term='Grandparents'/><category term='Hiking'/><category term='car time'/><title type='text'>GKids Travel</title><subtitle type='html'>A running commentary by Sophie (11), Lucy(9) and John (7) as they travel - visiting grandparents and tagging along with their parents, Marci and Dave.  Updated as travel adventures occur.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MamaMarci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426489156062358853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/TOfPYuFqhsI/AAAAAAAABao/1PJHz74UqwI/S220/marci%2Bfall%2B09.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167858667314009350.post-1994859591524054305</id><published>2010-03-07T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:41:27.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney World 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5455304d6a4d304e54593d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox photobook: DisneyWorld 2010" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5455304d6a4d304e54593d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own photobook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/photobooks/" target="_blank"&gt;Photo book design&lt;/a&gt; personalized with Smilebox&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167858667314009350-1994859591524054305?l=gkidstravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/feeds/1994859591524054305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167858667314009350&amp;postID=1994859591524054305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/1994859591524054305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/1994859591524054305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/2010/03/disney-world-2010.html' title='Disney World 2010'/><author><name>MamaMarci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426489156062358853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/TOfPYuFqhsI/AAAAAAAABao/1PJHz74UqwI/S220/marci%2Bfall%2B09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167858667314009350.post-1365794284506503542</id><published>2009-03-09T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:17:25.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Animals in Grama and Papa's Backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/SbVyIQprhQI/AAAAAAAABZg/FYWpQc0SqVc/s1600-h/Gus-gus.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311276821787673858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/SbVyIQprhQI/AAAAAAAABZg/FYWpQc0SqVc/s200/Gus-gus.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are many animals in my grandparent's Arizona backyard. There are so many you can't avoid seeing them. Most of the time all you see are birds, but even the birds are interesting. I have already seen three blue jays today! And yesterday John and I saw a cool reddish-brown bird on the roof. Another animal you can see is the coyote. Every morning after breakfast, we put out leftover meat for the coyotes. This morning only one coyote came. He was really funny because he would pick up more meat than he could hold in his mouth, drop some of it on the ground, and try to pick it up again. That's why we named him Gus-gus after the food-greedy mouse in Cinderella. You can see Gus-gus in the picture above. Another animal we saw today was a deer. Two deer to be exact. They just came into the backyard and started to eat the greenery. They were really fun to watch because one kept coming closer to the house and the other stayed way back. While everyone else was watching the deer, I saw a little tiny chipmunk scramble up a tree. Lucy only saw it while it was in the shadows and said it was a frog, but I know it was a chipmunk because it had the cool black and white stripy thing down its back. These are just a few of the animals you can see in Arizona, there are a lot more out there. There are many more types of birds and there are definitly rabbits and snakes out there, but if you want to truly enjoy watching the Arizonan nature, you have to come to Arizona for yourself! You won't regret it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167858667314009350-1365794284506503542?l=gkidstravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/feeds/1365794284506503542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167858667314009350&amp;postID=1365794284506503542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/1365794284506503542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/1365794284506503542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/2009/03/animals-in-grama-and-papas-backyard.html' title='Animals in Grama and Papa&apos;s Backyard'/><author><name>MamaMarci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426489156062358853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/TOfPYuFqhsI/AAAAAAAABao/1PJHz74UqwI/S220/marci%2Bfall%2B09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/SbVyIQprhQI/AAAAAAAABZg/FYWpQc0SqVc/s72-c/Gus-gus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167858667314009350.post-5964491547402453987</id><published>2008-03-24T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:14:55.979-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AZ 2008 Vacation'/><title type='text'>The Prickly Pear Disaster by Lucy and Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/R-f_DXfAIpI/AAAAAAAAAys/auN1ymxlEAU/s1600-h/javelina+prickly+pear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/R-f_DXfAIpI/AAAAAAAAAys/auN1ymxlEAU/s320/javelina+prickly+pear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181390329621783186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a girl named Lucy who went hiking in Sedona and saw a prickly pear that looked like a javelina took a bite out of it.  She hiked all the way to the top of the mountain and ate oranges.  Then she went down a slide made of rocks.  When they got close to the bottom Lucy was winding her way through the prickly pear patch and lost her balance and fell in a prickly pear.  Later, her mom said she looked like a bug that was stuck on its back – her arms and legs were waving around and her head was right beside a prickly pear.  Her sister, Sophie, started crying when she saw Lucy was hurt.  Her mom told her to stay still and wait until she got there.  Lucy had pokes in her head and on her shoulder and leg.  And when the hike was over her mom sat on a chair to take off her hiking shoes and jumped right back up with an “OW!” because she sat on a prickly pear pin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167858667314009350-5964491547402453987?l=gkidstravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/feeds/5964491547402453987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167858667314009350&amp;postID=5964491547402453987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/5964491547402453987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/5964491547402453987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/2008/03/prickly-pear-disaster-by-lucy-and-mom.html' title='The Prickly Pear Disaster by Lucy and Mom'/><author><name>MamaMarci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426489156062358853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/TOfPYuFqhsI/AAAAAAAABao/1PJHz74UqwI/S220/marci%2Bfall%2B09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/R-f_DXfAIpI/AAAAAAAAAys/auN1ymxlEAU/s72-c/javelina+prickly+pear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167858667314009350.post-598264140030303261</id><published>2008-03-24T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:14:56.369-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Maiasaura by Lucy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/R-f9uHfAIoI/AAAAAAAAAyk/7j2rzAg8D3Q/s1600-h/dinosaur+eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/R-f9uHfAIoI/AAAAAAAAAyk/7j2rzAg8D3Q/s320/dinosaur+eggs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181388865037935234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the &lt;a href="http://www.azscience.org/"&gt;Arizona Science Center &lt;/a&gt;and we got to go look at the dinosaurs.  There were little baby dinosaurs and some eggs were hatching.  There were two little dinosaurs out of the eggs – they were bigger than the ones in the eggs.  The word Maiasaura means “Good Mother Lizard.”  The eggs were in a big, big nest and there were a lot of eggs.  Out of the whole exhibit this was my favorite part because it the Mama Maiasaura looked just like my favorite kind of dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were four parts in the exhibit and I liked two other parts – the T-Rex that was by a spike-tailed dinosaur and two long-necks that were by eggs.  There was a big Mom one and a little one – but not as small as the eggs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167858667314009350-598264140030303261?l=gkidstravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/feeds/598264140030303261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167858667314009350&amp;postID=598264140030303261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/598264140030303261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/598264140030303261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/2008/03/maiasaura-by-lucy.html' title='Maiasaura by Lucy'/><author><name>MamaMarci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426489156062358853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/TOfPYuFqhsI/AAAAAAAABao/1PJHz74UqwI/S220/marci%2Bfall%2B09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/R-f9uHfAIoI/AAAAAAAAAyk/7j2rzAg8D3Q/s72-c/dinosaur+eggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167858667314009350.post-3954839743348851444</id><published>2007-01-03T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:14:56.521-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona'/><title type='text'>We're back home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RaMbN3WesKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VCyvWwV2uj0/s1600-h/snowmen+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017884334831349922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RaMbN3WesKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VCyvWwV2uj0/s320/snowmen+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to rumors of bad weather heading straight through our projected travel path, we packed it up early and left Sedona on Wednesday, 12/27. We stayed in Amarillo, TX on Wednesday night and then drove 17 hours straight on Thursday/Friday so we could beat the snow - arriving home at 3 am Friday, December 29th. The trip was smooth - until we tried to get in the house and found the door locked with no key in sight. Apparently one of the contractors working on the bathrooms must have slipped it into his pocket by accident, or so we thought. We ended up leaving a note for a neighbor and sleeping in the van until about 6 am when Linda saw the note, got her key for our house and let us in. What a way to end a wonderful trip. (In reality, the key was only a foot away from where it should have been but we just couldn't seem to find it... oops!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is it for this vacation blog writing - check out &lt;a href="http://belmontfive.blogspot.com"&gt;our regular blog &lt;/a&gt;to find out when there will be more exciting GKids adventures and stories to tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167858667314009350-3954839743348851444?l=gkidstravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/feeds/3954839743348851444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167858667314009350&amp;postID=3954839743348851444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/3954839743348851444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/3954839743348851444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/2007/01/were-back-home.html' title='We&apos;re back home!'/><author><name>MamaMarci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426489156062358853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/TOfPYuFqhsI/AAAAAAAABao/1PJHz74UqwI/S220/marci%2Bfall%2B09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RaMbN3WesKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VCyvWwV2uj0/s72-c/snowmen+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167858667314009350.post-4489789906263236163</id><published>2006-12-24T14:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:14:56.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><title type='text'>Cave Exploring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RY8MbaoPwyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cYfj_F7zsf4/s1600-h/Papa,+Lucy+and+John.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012238575430779682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RY8MbaoPwyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cYfj_F7zsf4/s200/Papa,+Lucy+and+John.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RY8KAKoPwwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rX3-K6GXKds/s1600-h/Cave+Family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012235908256088834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RY8KAKoPwwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rX3-K6GXKds/s200/Cave+Family.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RY8KAqoPwxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BZGbFYsqZoo/s1600-h/Papa,+John+Lucy.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we were hiking in Sedona today we went to a Native American's cave where they used to live. There was black ashes on the ceiling from the fires they had to keep themselves warm and for cooking their food. You had to duck down because it was a cave. It was not tall at all. If you were very, very tall you would not fit in unless you ducked really down because it was not all at all. Then me, and Papa and John headed back home but then Lucas and Marie were standing out on their balcony and they said we could come in and have some cider. We went in and sat by the kitchen and they gave us some cider and then we sat down by Papa and got a Haunted House book and I read it to John and Marie. Sophie, Mom and Dad went and hiked farther and we thought we were beating them home because we did not see them anywhere but we saw people we thought they were them but then we thought they were not them because there were only two people. They were already home with their swimsuits on ready to go in the hot tub. So we joined them. Lucy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167858667314009350-4489789906263236163?l=gkidstravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/feeds/4489789906263236163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167858667314009350&amp;postID=4489789906263236163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/4489789906263236163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/4489789906263236163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/2006/12/cave-exploring.html' title='Cave Exploring'/><author><name>MamaMarci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426489156062358853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/TOfPYuFqhsI/AAAAAAAABao/1PJHz74UqwI/S220/marci%2Bfall%2B09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RY8MbaoPwyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cYfj_F7zsf4/s72-c/Papa,+Lucy+and+John.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167858667314009350.post-8568317746316894026</id><published>2006-12-24T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:14:57.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><title type='text'>Hiking out Grama and Papa's Backdoor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RY76GqoPwuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TsDTcYgrVnc/s1600-h/big+rock.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012218427739194082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RY76GqoPwuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TsDTcYgrVnc/s200/big+rock.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went hiking with my dad, Lucy,and John. We were in my grandparent's backyard. They live in Sedona, Arizona in the winter. In the summer they live in Cando, North Dakota. Well, like I was saying we were going hiking. They have red rocks in their backyard. When we went hiking we stopped at a few familiar rocks to take pictures. On our way home we went through a wash. There were lots of rocks in the wash. Lucy and I found this cool cave on the wall of the wash. (Bottom Left) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RY76HqoPwvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rTJixOXwC2c/s1600-h/cave.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012218444919063282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RY76HqoPwvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rTJixOXwC2c/s200/cave.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, actually I really found it, but we both used it to scare my dad and John. We also found a smaller cave before we found this one. I really want to get to the top of the red rock mountain this year but I probably won't able to. Up in the mountains there are two caves. One is bigger than the other one. The smaller one is higher up than the bigger one. John thinks it's a mountain lion's cave, but it's not. Papa and my dad just think it formed over the years and it's not been lived in or being lived in ever. I don't know what I or Lucy think about it. I like hiking in Sedona, AZ. Sophie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167858667314009350-8568317746316894026?l=gkidstravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/feeds/8568317746316894026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167858667314009350&amp;postID=8568317746316894026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/8568317746316894026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/8568317746316894026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/2006/12/hiking-out-grama-and-papas-backdoor.html' title='Hiking out Grama and Papa&apos;s Backdoor'/><author><name>MamaMarci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426489156062358853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/TOfPYuFqhsI/AAAAAAAABao/1PJHz74UqwI/S220/marci%2Bfall%2B09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RY76GqoPwuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TsDTcYgrVnc/s72-c/big+rock.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167858667314009350.post-8126985603476476393</id><published>2006-12-22T15:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:40:32.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cactus by John</title><content type='html'>(Disclaimer:  This story by John contains more fiction than fact.  It’s up to you, the reader, to discern truth from fiction..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell into a prickly pear and I had to put lotion on and a bandaid.  And we were in Sedona.  And we saw a mountain lion’s sleeping in his cave.  And suddenly that mountain lion woke up and went after us.  And then more mountain lions came after us.  And then suddenly coyotes started coming after us.  Then none more things came after us but then suddenly we saw something in the mountains.  And it was a bear.  A grizzly bear.  Then it was good because they all ran away.  And then we stopped hiking. John&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167858667314009350-8126985603476476393?l=gkidstravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/feeds/8126985603476476393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167858667314009350&amp;postID=8126985603476476393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/8126985603476476393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/8126985603476476393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/2006/12/cactus-by-john.html' title='Cactus by John'/><author><name>MamaMarci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426489156062358853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/TOfPYuFqhsI/AAAAAAAABao/1PJHz74UqwI/S220/marci%2Bfall%2B09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167858667314009350.post-129908464523368937</id><published>2006-12-22T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:14:57.539-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Floam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Floam Disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RY6Sn6oPwqI/AAAAAAAAADI/4mAmdH3sHVE/s1600-h/Floam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012104649760555682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RY6Sn6oPwqI/AAAAAAAAADI/4mAmdH3sHVE/s320/Floam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma Bev and I bought Floam for the kids – thinking it would be a wonderful crafty kind of toy. The kids saw it advertised on TV quite a while ago, but this was our first experience. Things didn’t work very well for us – we were all sticky messes as were our shirts, the floor and the kitchen table. The worse though were our hands. At one time Sophie, Lucy and I all stood over the garbage trying to rub off the Floam. It was at that point that Grandma commented this could be a new form of torture – stick someone with Floam and they’ll work for eternity trying to get it off their hands and every other surface. Marci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s what Lucy and John had to say about it…&lt;br /&gt;Floam is really really sticky – you do not want to get Floam because if you get it it will stick on you always and when you try to make a snowman it will melt. It’s so sticky that on the directions it says it won’t make a mess and it’ll just be fun, but guess what – it was really a mess and it wasn’t that fun. Lucy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can not make anything out of Floam and if you mix colors it doesn’t get the right color you want it. John&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167858667314009350-129908464523368937?l=gkidstravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/feeds/129908464523368937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167858667314009350&amp;postID=129908464523368937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/129908464523368937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/129908464523368937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/2006/12/floam-disaster.html' title='Floam Disaster'/><author><name>MamaMarci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426489156062358853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/TOfPYuFqhsI/AAAAAAAABao/1PJHz74UqwI/S220/marci%2Bfall%2B09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RY6Sn6oPwqI/AAAAAAAAADI/4mAmdH3sHVE/s72-c/Floam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167858667314009350.post-4917919201056493372</id><published>2006-12-22T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:14:57.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><title type='text'>Fruit Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RY6UEKoPwrI/AAAAAAAAADU/N-75NI4aVI4/s1600-h/Grapefruit+Tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012106234603487922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RY6UEKoPwrI/AAAAAAAAADU/N-75NI4aVI4/s200/Grapefruit+Tree.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were in Mesa, Arizona we picked lots of grapefruit and oranges off the trees in my grandparents’ backyard. John was the one who picked the most grapefruit and he ate the most. He always put a little pack of sugar on the grapefruit. Sometimes we shared and then got more and then shared that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning Lucy found a little lime that hadn’t turned green yet &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RY6UEqoPwsI/AAAAAAAAADc/oCYMGapVDyw/s1600-h/Lucy+Lime.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012106243193422530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="115" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RY6UEqoPwsI/AAAAAAAAADc/oCYMGapVDyw/s200/Lucy+Lime.JPG" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and Grandpa James picked an orange for my mom. I like picking fruit from the tree. Sometime I make orange juice and grapefruit juice for my mom. Sophie&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RY6U4KoPwtI/AAAAAAAAADk/xf9pbg3OBAg/s1600-h/James%27+Hand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012107127956685522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="123" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RY6U4KoPwtI/AAAAAAAAADk/xf9pbg3OBAg/s200/James%27+Hand.JPG" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167858667314009350-4917919201056493372?l=gkidstravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/feeds/4917919201056493372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167858667314009350&amp;postID=4917919201056493372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/4917919201056493372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/4917919201056493372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/2006/12/fruit-trees.html' title='Fruit Trees'/><author><name>MamaMarci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426489156062358853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/TOfPYuFqhsI/AAAAAAAABao/1PJHz74UqwI/S220/marci%2Bfall%2B09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RY6UEKoPwrI/AAAAAAAAADU/N-75NI4aVI4/s72-c/Grapefruit+Tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167858667314009350.post-855081045586374370</id><published>2006-12-20T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:14:58.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saguaros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYm_S6oPwkI/AAAAAAAAACI/P9nuWKfBxyc/s1600-h/saguaro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010746392122999362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYm_S6oPwkI/AAAAAAAAACI/P9nuWKfBxyc/s320/saguaro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saguaros are prickly. They are green and full of juice. Birds like woodpeckers live in them. Every year they build a new hole to live in - they do not use the same hole they had. It takes 75 years to make a sagurao's arm. This picture of the saguaro is in my grandma's front yard - it has at least four holes in it.  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Once we were done we walked to Quizno's and had lunch. Grandma Bev and John were done first. They went outside to the statue of the polar bear and her cubs on the corner. On the picture to the left you see me on the mama polar bear's back. But if you ever come to Phoenix, Arizona be careful because the statues are slippery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are more than one statues and they're not all animals.  We went to three other ones that were a rhino, a collared lizard, and a boy lion.  I want to do this again sometime. Sophie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167858667314009350-8268900094535441959?l=gkidstravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/feeds/8268900094535441959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167858667314009350&amp;postID=8268900094535441959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/8268900094535441959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/8268900094535441959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/2006/12/animals-on-corners.html' title='Animals on the Corners'/><author><name>MamaMarci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426489156062358853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/TOfPYuFqhsI/AAAAAAAABao/1PJHz74UqwI/S220/marci%2Bfall%2B09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYm4QqoPwjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/PTa1Q1CHzCQ/s72-c/Sophie+bear.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167858667314009350.post-1754806587688473557</id><published>2006-12-19T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:14:58.693-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona'/><title type='text'>Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010752898998452850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYnFNqoPwnI/AAAAAAAAACk/sScSQc6rGMA/s320/P1010549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYnFMqoPwmI/AAAAAAAAACc/obDdOJcAgAI/s1600-h/P1010548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010752881818583650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYnFMqoPwmI/AAAAAAAAACc/obDdOJcAgAI/s320/P1010548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning doves come to Grandma Bev and Grandpa James' house everyday and come to all their birdfeeders. They have six birdfeeders if you include the grapefruit one and the liquid one. Even parrots come some times. They like the one out back by Grandpa James and Grandma Bev's office. The parrots come not often, but some times. The morning doves come mostly by the kitchen window to that birdfeeder. It's green. Every day the bird feeder runs out and me and Grandpa James and Sophie go out to fill them. One time we only filled the one out front by the kitchen, but today we filled all four seed ones. The liquid one didn't run out and the grapefruit one didn't run out because we ate lots of grapefruit. The reason why is because after we eat grapefruit and pour out most of the juice there may be some juice left so we put it outside for the birds. Lucy&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010752864638714450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYnFLqoPwlI/AAAAAAAAACU/v7GYFnZyovE/s320/P1010546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167858667314009350-1754806587688473557?l=gkidstravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/feeds/1754806587688473557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167858667314009350&amp;postID=1754806587688473557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/1754806587688473557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/1754806587688473557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/2006/12/birds.html' title='Birds'/><author><name>MamaMarci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426489156062358853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/TOfPYuFqhsI/AAAAAAAABao/1PJHz74UqwI/S220/marci%2Bfall%2B09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYnFNqoPwnI/AAAAAAAAACk/sScSQc6rGMA/s72-c/P1010549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167858667314009350.post-5840258834645389208</id><published>2006-12-19T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:14:58.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona'/><title type='text'>Brain Quest for the Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYlvA6oPwgI/AAAAAAAAABY/ToBW3ksv7SQ/s1600-h/BrainQuest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010658121955131906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYlvA6oPwgI/AAAAAAAAABY/ToBW3ksv7SQ/s320/BrainQuest.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way to Arizona my mom, dad and I played " Brain Quest For The Car" I read the questions and they tried to answer them. Most of the time someone got it right, but sometimes I had to tell them the right answers. First I just read questions about the states we were going through or were going to go through,but after a while I started to just go straight through the deck in A,B,C order. We still haven't finshed all way through the deck yet, though.( I don't think we're even halfway.) We had fun and learned a lot too. I think we're going to play it on our way to Sedona (We're in Phoenix right now.) and on our way home to Grand Forks. It is fun to play Brain Quest for the Car. Sophie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167858667314009350-5840258834645389208?l=gkidstravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/feeds/5840258834645389208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167858667314009350&amp;postID=5840258834645389208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/5840258834645389208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/5840258834645389208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/2006/12/brain-quest-for-car.html' title='Brain Quest for the Car'/><author><name>MamaMarci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426489156062358853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/TOfPYuFqhsI/AAAAAAAABao/1PJHz74UqwI/S220/marci%2Bfall%2B09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYlvA6oPwgI/AAAAAAAAABY/ToBW3ksv7SQ/s72-c/BrainQuest.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167858667314009350.post-2875047784181769612</id><published>2006-12-18T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:14:59.172-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona'/><title type='text'>Create It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYcyGaoPwcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/t_9wgq1EInU/s1600-h/Sophie+Hibiscus.JPG"&gt;T&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010028196281696706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYcyGaoPwcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/t_9wgq1EInU/s320/Sophie+Hibiscus.JPG" border="0" /&gt;oday we went to an art place called “Create It!”  There we painted pieces of ceramic.  In the photos below it shows us painting the pieces we made.  John made a pirate ship, with help from Mom, for his special birthday plate.  Lucy did a snowman for hers – she had help from Mom too.  I made a flower on mine and I had a tiny bit of help from Mom and the lady that was there.  I want to go there again sometime.  Sophie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYcyHKoPwdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7xLhyjFQIBA/s1600-h/Lucy+and+John.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010028209166598610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYcyHKoPwdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7xLhyjFQIBA/s320/Lucy+and+John.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167858667314009350-2875047784181769612?l=gkidstravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/feeds/2875047784181769612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167858667314009350&amp;postID=2875047784181769612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/2875047784181769612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/2875047784181769612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/2006/12/create-it.html' title='Create It!'/><author><name>MamaMarci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426489156062358853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/TOfPYuFqhsI/AAAAAAAABao/1PJHz74UqwI/S220/marci%2Bfall%2B09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYcyGaoPwcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/t_9wgq1EInU/s72-c/Sophie+Hibiscus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167858667314009350.post-6180650025467275055</id><published>2006-12-18T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:14:59.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandpa James'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Bev'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Sunflower Birdfeeder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYb04KoPwZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VcZD-CskO7E/s1600-h/Bird+Feeder.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009960881259266450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYb04KoPwZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VcZD-CskO7E/s320/Bird+Feeder.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today when we were in Arizona me and Grandpa James and Sophie hung up the sunflower birdfeeder. We gave the birdfeeder to Grandma Bev for her birthday. We were hoping that the birds would come. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYb2dqoPwaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yv2rGPOYSPI/s1600-h/S%26L+and+Feeder.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009962625015988642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYb2dqoPwaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yv2rGPOYSPI/s200/S%26L+and+Feeder.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYb2eaoPwbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sFEvngq7tns/s1600-h/James+%26+Feeder.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009962637900890546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYb2eaoPwbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sFEvngq7tns/s200/James+%26+Feeder.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lucy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167858667314009350-6180650025467275055?l=gkidstravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6180650025467275055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167858667314009350&amp;postID=6180650025467275055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/6180650025467275055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167858667314009350/posts/default/6180650025467275055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gkidstravel.blogspot.com/2006/12/sunflower-birdfeeder.html' title='Sunflower Birdfeeder'/><author><name>MamaMarci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426489156062358853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/TOfPYuFqhsI/AAAAAAAABao/1PJHz74UqwI/S220/marci%2Bfall%2B09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDGPofG2NPs/RYb04KoPwZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VcZD-CskO7E/s72-c/Bird+Feeder.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167858667314009350.post-7363919131727383562</id><published>2006-12-18T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T11:56:12.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the GKids Blog</title><content type='html'>Here we go - we're off and running with tales of our adventures as we visit grandparents and take trips with our parents.  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