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 Scott took Jake on a surf trip to San Diego.  Just four boys ages 8-11, and 6 middle age men other boys ages 35-52. 

A boy with his dad. He's smiling on the inside. He really is. 


I think they buried themselves to stay warm.  

Meanwhile, back in Utah, we were enjoying 80 degree weather...

This just warms his mother's heart.  That and having him return with the other boy.  The tall, 6'3" boy.

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  1. KebeniOctober 22, 2010 at 2:09 AM

    hahaha I love the buried on the beach shot.

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  2. AprilOctober 22, 2010 at 5:36 AM

    hi! i found you through "boost my blog" friday hops! i hope you'll come visit me and follow back!

    cute cute cute pictures!

    best,
    april

    www.marineparents.blogspot.com

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  3. MellyOctober 22, 2010 at 6:40 AM

    Hi there!
    Following from the hop :)
    Stop by sometime & look around,
    Melly-
    http://www.beckhamandbloom.com

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  4. Teresa ChoplinOctober 22, 2010 at 11:35 AM

    I love your blog. Thanks for sharing with me, glad to be here.
    I'm here from the Blog Hop. I'm your newest follower, please follow me back.
    Also fee free to join my Typing Together Week Long Link up! You can find it under the Blog-hop button

    http://www.nontypicalmom.com/

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  5. ChlOctober 22, 2010 at 2:12 PM

    Hey thats my Hyrum in your pic. Actually its my neighbor. Small world!

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  6. Cheeky MommaOctober 23, 2010 at 12:03 AM

    The beach is my favorite place!

    I'm your newest follower and would love for you to stop by and follow me back!

    Cheers from Being Frugal & Making It Work!

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  7. CountessLaurieOctober 26, 2010 at 2:03 PM

    They do look cold. It must be the long shirt in the first pic, otherwise there is no idication it's cold.

    Great pics tho!!

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