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New Year's Eve

In a desperate attempt to make New Year's Eve memorable, I decided we would cash in on our free passes to Clark Planetarium in Salt Lake City. There was a sense of foreboding as we entered the dome to see a presentation titled, "The Black Hole."
Remember that strong vasovagal response I am quite fond of having? All that movement made me a little queasy.
Then the kids went to Mars. Guess which one needs to go potty?
To the moon...
Free Trax in the city where my children had their first interaction with homeless people who had the good sense to ride Trax to escape the cold. No less than three toothless men told me all about their boys when they were that high.
Speaking of boys about that high, do you love the enthusiasm evident on their faces?
Where the Christmas spirit abounds, my children were in perfect harmony at Temple Square. That one in the green coat is NOT about to elbow his sister. His sister did not just poke him.
Overall, I'm going to go with the idea that we ended 2009 on a positive note. My children irritate me, amaze me, amuse me, and bless me. My husband does the same but stronger on accepting and blessing me side.

Without them I would have no blog. With them I have a purpose.

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  1. I love the family photo!!! That is about as good as it gets with kids!

    Sounds like a nice day!

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  2. I love all of this.

    Where's my mistletoe?

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  3. Nice idea for New Years Eve! And the whole planetarium thing? Never been there. Lived here my whole life. Never been there. Adding to my list of places to go in 2010

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  4. great pics! looks like there was fun to be had!

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  5. They will only remember how cool it was to go to Salt Lake on New Year's Eve- not any of the details that drive us crazy. . . Good job, Mom!

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  6. Sounded (and looked) like a perfect way to bring in the new year!

    Think how lost you'd be without them? Isn't it good that they grow up one at a time, so you can ease into yet another new role?

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  7. I love that you got the elbow jab on "film". What would you call it now since we don't actually use film anymore?

    Looks like you picked a fun way to bring in 2010!

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  8. You make gorgeous babies and yes, you are bleesed to have them all. How do get free passes to the planetarium? That was a cute idea.

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