<?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-5610235615926594620</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:49:21.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAIRS 'R' US</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bair Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14650548135312763432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610235615926594620.post-2558233408282565897</id><published>2008-02-06T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:44:30.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Love &amp; Logic"</title><content type='html'>A good friend of mine has been attending a class called "Love &amp;amp; Logic Parenting".  She has been telling me how much it has helped the atmosphere in her home.  I decided to attend the last 5 sessions, starting last night.  Five minutes before I had to leave, I asked Troy if he would like to attend with me (I had been telling him about it recently already).  I was shocked when he threw on his shoes and said, "Let's go!"  We were thrilled with some of the skills we learned our first night.  It will take practice and discipline to follow through, but I'm sure it will be worth it.  Our only regret is that we didn't do this years ago.  Our Kevin is a strong willed stinker.  He has a great heart, but some nasty habits and a crappy attitude a lot of the time.  I figure the attitude is just a pre-teen thing, so we need help now before it totally gets out of hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610235615926594620-2558233408282565897?l=kristibair71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/feeds/2558233408282565897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610235615926594620&amp;postID=2558233408282565897&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/2558233408282565897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/2558233408282565897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-logic.html' title='&quot;Love &amp; Logic&quot;'/><author><name>Bair Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14650548135312763432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610235615926594620.post-6377380606443439248</id><published>2008-02-06T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:26:50.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin is a Deacon</title><content type='html'>Kevin recently turned 12 and was ordained a Deacon.  He was so excited!  In our ward, when kids graduate from Primary, if they are able to recite all 13  Articles of Faith, they are given the choice of either cutting our Bishop's tie or keeping it.  He recited all 13 in order from memory and chose to cut the tie rather than keep it.  Now he wishes he had kept it.  Afterwards, the Deacon's Quorum came and "kidnapped" him away to Priesthood for the first time.  Since Troy and I serve in Primary, we watched him go.  It was kind of bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On February 3rd, he passed the Sacrament for the first time.  He was very excited and a little nervous.  It turned out most of us had the flu over the weekend, so he got a ride with a friend to church.  I snuck in the back of the chapel so I could be there for his first time.  He was glad I was there.  So was I.  He said he really enjoyed doing it, was a little nervous, and a lot proud of himself.  He said it felt good to be doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy is growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610235615926594620-6377380606443439248?l=kristibair71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/feeds/6377380606443439248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610235615926594620&amp;postID=6377380606443439248&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/6377380606443439248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/6377380606443439248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/2008/02/kevin-is-deacon.html' title='Kevin is a Deacon'/><author><name>Bair Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14650548135312763432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610235615926594620.post-8230072353110681345</id><published>2008-02-05T12:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T12:55:36.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February Ensign</title><content type='html'>Have you ever picked up the latest Ensign and felt it was written just for you? Last night, I read cover to cover and just felt that it was a real answer to some prayers I've had lately. As I laid in bed reading (with a night-light until almost 1am) I just felt the Spirit and felt a surge of knowledge that what I was reading REALLY applied to me. I haven't had (or taken) the time to really pour through the Ensign for several months, and it felt like "coming home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How grateful I am for inspired leaders who prayerfully teach us what the Lord wants for us. The Ensign is such a lighthouse in my life. What a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make sense? I may be a month late for resolutions, but I've kind of mapped out in my head some new resolutions, set new priorities, and given myself some new challenges for self-improvement in several areas of my life. Nothing huge or dramatic, but I've "taken a look in the mirror" and see some need for improvement. What's a new year without new goals? 'Nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610235615926594620-8230072353110681345?l=kristibair71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/feeds/8230072353110681345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610235615926594620&amp;postID=8230072353110681345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/8230072353110681345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/8230072353110681345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/2008/02/february-ensign.html' title='February Ensign'/><author><name>Bair Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14650548135312763432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610235615926594620.post-7034791736939157968</id><published>2008-02-05T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T12:36:45.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>97 Day Book of Mormon Challenge</title><content type='html'>Last night our family accepted a new challenge.  We are going to read the Book of Mormon in 97 days, in honor of Gordon B. Hinckley, who lived to the age of 97.  This equates to 5-1/2 pages per day.  So in roughly 3 months we will have finished it (...again, as Kevin puts it).  I heard about the challenge via email and went to &lt;a href="http://www.hinckleychallenge.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.hinckleychallenge.com&lt;/a&gt; to sign up.  It gave our family a real purpose in reading the BOM again.  I am excited!  Go the the site and check it out.  It's a great way to pay tribute to our late Prophet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610235615926594620-7034791736939157968?l=kristibair71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/feeds/7034791736939157968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610235615926594620&amp;postID=7034791736939157968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/7034791736939157968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/7034791736939157968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/2008/02/97-day-book-of-mormon-challenge.html' title='97 Day Book of Mormon Challenge'/><author><name>Bair Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14650548135312763432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610235615926594620.post-1306684256861751925</id><published>2008-02-05T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T10:53:39.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin's Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/R6is2SIttrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/66wDg7qwoEQ/s1600-h/IMGP2050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163567021361575602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/R6is2SIttrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/66wDg7qwoEQ/s320/IMGP2050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you who may not know, Kevin was chosen to go on a Life Hunt with BUCKMASTERS and the Jackie Bushman show.  He went hunting with 10 other hunters.  All the hunters had life-threatening illnesses or disabilities.  There were a few kids with different kinds of cancer.  A little girl with kidney problems, a boy who is a burn victim (who we later found out has cerebral palsy and a heart problem... breaks your heart, don't it).  There were also two "wounded warriars", soldiers who were wounded in Iraq.  The kids just had a great time getting to know eachother and sharing their love of hunting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin got to meet celebrities Jackie Bushman and Mark Chestnut, as well as several important people in the hunting industry.  Troy and I enjoyed spending time with the Buckmasters staff and parents of the hunters.  There were ARMY personnel that we got to know pretty well.  We came home feeling pretty patriotic.  Those guys left quite an impression on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the final hunt on the last day, Kevin shot his deer.  A 3 point buck.  We were all so happy... not to mention relieved.  He had a camera man there with him, so he might be seen on the Jackie Bushman show on the Outdoor Channel in the upcoming season.  The deer head will be mounted and sent to him later this year.  It will hang in HIS ROOM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610235615926594620-1306684256861751925?l=kristibair71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/feeds/1306684256861751925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610235615926594620&amp;postID=1306684256861751925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/1306684256861751925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/1306684256861751925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/2008/02/kevins-hunt.html' title='Kevin&apos;s Hunt'/><author><name>Bair Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14650548135312763432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/R6is2SIttrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/66wDg7qwoEQ/s72-c/IMGP2050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610235615926594620.post-3033474072346733351</id><published>2007-12-16T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T19:30:08.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ski Season Opens for the Bairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, we made our debut up at Bluewood Ski Mountain this weekend. We spent Friday and Saturday skiing. The kids were ecstatic. We were pretty excited, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/R2XqrLcLFkI/AAAAAAAAADM/H_czyUSK0kE/s1600-h/IMGP2025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144776176866891330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/R2XqrLcLFkI/AAAAAAAAADM/H_czyUSK0kE/s320/IMGP2025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/R2XqqbcLFiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pGmoIm9hHEE/s1600-h/IMGP2019.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144776163981989410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/R2XqqbcLFiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pGmoIm9hHEE/s320/IMGP2019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the morning, Troy was loading skis, boots, and poles in the van. I was packing our lunch and rounding up all the hats, gloves, scarves, goggles and other important stuff. What we didn’t know was that our kiddos were impatiently waiting in the van, completely geared up and ready to go. By completely, I mean hats under their helmets, goggles, scarves, coats, snow pants, gloves, and ski boots. Did I mention they were ecstatic? Talk about a role-reversal. We are usually waiting for them when it’s time to leave for somewhere. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/R2XqrbcLFlI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZyQCGcatUWM/s1600-h/IMGP2021.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144776181161858642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/R2XqrbcLFlI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZyQCGcatUWM/s320/IMGP2021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kevin is pretty sure he is the best skier on the mountain. Troy mentioned that an intermediate lesson on technique might be a good idea for him. Kevin was almost offended. He doesn’t understand how his dad could think such a think. I suggested, sarcastically, to Kevin that he might want to teach lessons this year. Kevin agreed that would be a good. A very healthy ego, indeed. Actually, in reality, Kevin is really a remarkable skier. He has good form, and isn’t afraid to try anything. He would love to be on the ski team, and would probably excel at that. If only we lived closer (It’s a 1hr 45min drive each way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/R2XqrrcLFmI/AAAAAAAAADc/LPwy69e6O30/s1600-h/IMGP2026.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144776185456825954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/R2XqrrcLFmI/AAAAAAAAADc/LPwy69e6O30/s320/IMGP2026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stacy was my ski buddy. I promised her that I would stay with her and at her skill level. I don’t feel the ‘need for speed’ like the boys. We spent quite a while on the bunny hill at first. Then I bribed her with a package of fruit snacks to go up the chair lift, to the easiest hill, called Country Road. It didn’t start off so well. First, she fell off the chairlift at the unloading point at the top. She had forgotten how to get off. She fell on her pole at hurt her back a little. She was more mad than anything. Then we skied down successfully. She had a great time! She went up Country Road 3 times Friday and twice Saturday. The first time Saturday was too powdery, so she fell a lot, and was frustrated. She did, however, end on a good note. She had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bluewood closes each day at 4pm. On Friday, the boys were LITERALLY the last two skiers off the mountain. Troy, Stacy, and I came down our last run at 4:02. We saw Kevin on his way up the chair lift for a final run, with a huge smile on his face. The lift operators had the CLOSE sign up, but flagged us through for one last lift up the mountain. Troy went up to ski down with Kevin. Stacy and I headed for the van to warm up and prepare hot cocoa. The boys said that halfway up the mountain, the chair lift stopped moving for almost a minute. They were a little concerned that they might have to spend the night on the lift, until it started back up again. Stacy and I waited 20 minutes in the car until we finally saw our boys, escorted by the ski patrol, coming down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day, Kevin ate an early lunch on the way to Bluewood. He started skiing at about 11:45, and was finished just before 4:30. His gloves were not the best gloves, so his hands were cold and wet. He was almost in tears and said this was the 2nd coldest he has ever been in his life. We had other gloves in the van, but getting them would have meant stopping skiing for awhile. So, he skied non-stop the whole day. He didn’t stop to eat, drink, pee, or anything else. He said the only time he stopped was to ride the lift up the mountain. Saturday, we mandated a lunch break, and had gotten him nice, new gloves. What a sport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610235615926594620-3033474072346733351?l=kristibair71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/feeds/3033474072346733351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610235615926594620&amp;postID=3033474072346733351&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/3033474072346733351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/3033474072346733351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/2007/12/ski-season-opens-for-bairs.html' title='Ski Season Opens for the Bairs'/><author><name>Bair Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14650548135312763432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/R2XqrLcLFkI/AAAAAAAAADM/H_czyUSK0kE/s72-c/IMGP2025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610235615926594620.post-2004912498913420329</id><published>2007-12-09T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T15:06:48.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nutcracker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/R2WvRbcLFbI/AAAAAAAAACE/C8n18rfLy6U/s1600-h/IMGP1993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144710863299220914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/R2WvRbcLFbI/AAAAAAAAACE/C8n18rfLy6U/s200/IMGP1993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/R2WvRrcLFcI/AAAAAAAAACM/Gqo7ji4V--4/s1600-h/IMGP1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144710867594188226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/R2WvRrcLFcI/AAAAAAAAACM/Gqo7ji4V--4/s200/IMGP1995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;As is tradition, Stacy, Rachel and I attended the Nutracker yesterday. This year, Tana and Meredith went with us. So, for the 5th year in a row, we gathered at my house, got all dolled up, donned tiaras (little girls only), and went to the show. It was lovely from our front row seats. Then on our way to DQ for ice-cream, the girls sat in the back-seat and grossed out/giggled about the man in the super-tight tights. Of course, I had to remind them that if they are so grossed out by the man in tights, maybe we would have to sit in the back-row next year. They quieted down a little. Everything was part of our tradition: dressing up, tiaras, front row, DQ, grossing out, me threatening back-row next year... I guess they were just keeping up with their part of the holiday tradition. Actually, Merdy just sat there and listened. She probably didn't even notice the obscenely tight tights. What a fun day!&lt;/span&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/5610235615926594620-2004912498913420329?l=kristibair71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/feeds/2004912498913420329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610235615926594620&amp;postID=2004912498913420329&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/2004912498913420329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/2004912498913420329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/2007/12/nutcracker.html' title='The Nutcracker'/><author><name>Bair Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14650548135312763432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/R2WvRbcLFbI/AAAAAAAAACE/C8n18rfLy6U/s72-c/IMGP1993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610235615926594620.post-1529760409234846615</id><published>2007-12-07T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T22:38:18.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><content type='html'>Stacy wrote this poem in her Washington State History/Writing class. &lt;br /&gt;When I read it, I could almost picture being there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;SKIING IS A BLAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Washington, my home, is a great place to ski.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;My hair flies behind me, crusted with snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;My eyes scan cautiously for other skiers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;My voice booms, "Watch out!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;My hands grip tightly to my poles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;My legs ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I rarely fall going down steep hills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I remember when I went down Country Road and fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I hope the snow appears early this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I swoop, soar, and glide down the mountains in Washington!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;-Stacy Bair,  4th grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin had the same assignment.  Kevin is a minimalist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;SKIING IN WASHINGTON!&lt;br /&gt;Washington, my home, is a great place to ski.&lt;br /&gt;My hair sweats under my warm black hat.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes sweep the snowy slope for turns.&lt;br /&gt;My mouth shut firmly.&lt;br /&gt;My hands grip my poles tightly.&lt;br /&gt;I rarely wipe out.&lt;br /&gt;I remember to jump carefully.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I make turns better this year.&lt;br /&gt;I love to ski in Washington!&lt;br /&gt;-Kevin Bair,  6th grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell that our kids have skiing on the brain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610235615926594620-1529760409234846615?l=kristibair71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/feeds/1529760409234846615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610235615926594620&amp;postID=1529760409234846615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/1529760409234846615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/1529760409234846615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/2007/12/poems.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Bair Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14650548135312763432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610235615926594620.post-8887876436038823292</id><published>2007-12-07T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T22:25:01.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy, busy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you love our new Holiday Music selections? They were picked out personally by the kids! Isn't Chewbacca talented (He's the one grunting Silent Night... I hope no one is offended by him)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;HOMESCHOOL - &lt;/span&gt;I can't believe it is December, and Christmas is right around the corner! Earlier this week, we finished school early one day and had a homeschool-crafting-afternoon! The kids LOVED homeschool that day! We made cards and treats for their teachers at school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141472723053410658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/R1ouM2_1eWI/AAAAAAAAABM/D6ewsR4n0xw/s320/IMGP1968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141472705873541458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/R1ouL2_1eVI/AAAAAAAAABE/u9XVf-jKk78/s320/IMGP1965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Today, we went to the Kennewick library for a craft-day with other LDS homeschool families. It was fun to meet other families that we have stuff in common with. The kids made little gifts for grandparents and other relatives. I don't know whether it was more fun making the stuff or hanging out with new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SKIING - &lt;/span&gt;We found out that BLUEWOOD ski area opens Sunday. The kids were so excited. Kevin actually had tears in his eyes and a big smile on his face. He was emotional that it would finally be time to ski! Silly kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS -&lt;/span&gt; Last weekend Troy and I went to his company Christmas party. They had several $20-$100 gift cards and had an impromtu talent show to compete for the cards. The first competition was for people who would sing their High School Alma Mater. I humiliated myself by singing AND doing the B-E-A-R-C-A-T-S! part... including the cheerleading motions. I have no pride. But I won 100 bucks! I would have done it wearing a clown suit for 100 bucks! Then they had people sing Christmas carols. I redeemed myself this time by singing Silent Night. Troy wasn't so embarrassed by that. And again, another 100 bucks! That was the easiest $200 I have ever made. Also the most embarrassing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So when we got home and told the kids, Stacy asked if I had sung Silent Night like Chewbacca (the one that is on our attached playlist...). She was dissappointed that I hadn't. She is such a goof-ball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm pretty much done with my holiday purchases. At least my checking account looks like I'd better be! The kids opened a shipment of gifts a couple months ago, so they know what some of their gifts are. I made up a story about the stuff being for someone else, but they didn't buy it. Oh well, good thing they don't believe in Santa anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610235615926594620-8887876436038823292?l=kristibair71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/feeds/8887876436038823292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610235615926594620&amp;postID=8887876436038823292&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/8887876436038823292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/8887876436038823292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/2007/12/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy, busy...'/><author><name>Bair Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14650548135312763432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/R1ouM2_1eWI/AAAAAAAAABM/D6ewsR4n0xw/s72-c/IMGP1968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610235615926594620.post-1362462651603723269</id><published>2007-11-16T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T17:10:13.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kristi says...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our family (3/4 of it anyway) has become addicted to reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Troy&lt;/span&gt; is hooked on a few different authors:&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;W.E.B. Griffin, Vince Flynn, Ted Bell, Michael Connelly, and Daniel Silva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are the ones who come to mind. I should know, I make a trip every week or two to the library where I pick up the lastest few he has ordered in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Stacy&lt;/span&gt; loves reading the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;American Girl books, Magic Treehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and any other chapter book she can get her hands on. Of course she owns every shark book out there. And if nothing else catches her eye, she can be found reading (okay, this isn't exactly 4th grade reading material...) the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Darwin Awards&lt;/span&gt;. She loves reading and sharing stories about the stupid things stupid people do. Her favorite story is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Pecka Fights Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, about a guy who kicks a bear (Pecka) in the you-know-what to find out if it's a boy-bear or a girl-bear. Turns out, it's a boy-bear, and hence the title, he isn't happy about the aforementioned kicking (By the way, Darwin Awards are given to stupid people who take themselves out of the gene-pool (die) by doing stupid, stupid things). Like I said, not exactly 4th grade reading material, but I think it's important to let our kids read what THEY want to read (within reason), so they'll continue to enjoy reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Kristi&lt;/span&gt; gets hooked on certain books, too. Um... that might be an understatement. Right now I'm reading (again) the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Twilight series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Stephenie Meyer. Actually, I am reading book one and listening to book 3 on CD when I clean, cook, take Claire for a walk, or anything else that keeps me busy. It's hard to find time to just sit and read (that wasn't the case the first time I read all three books in 2-1/2 days... I'm still recovering from that one... thanks a lot, Kimi). My sister, Kimi, and I are both addicts, and my youngest sister won't join the club. She's just being a stubborn little stinker. Oh well, she's missing out. I also LOVE books by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Debbie Macomber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt; likes to read... not so much. It's not that he doesn't read, it's just that he would much rather be doing something else. He doesn't care so much for chapter books. He does, however, like to read books by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Pat McManus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (an outdoor, adventure, comedic writer), and magazines about hunting and skiing. His favorite book, I think, is one written by his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Uncle Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It is a chapter book. I'm thinking of taking up writing, since he likes books written by family members... NOT! He also likes to read &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;science encyclopedias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He doesn't have a great "reading attention span", as Troy puts it. He likes short stories and articles, instead of chapter books. Like I said before, we try to let our kids pick their own reading material, but sometimes we need to put certain books in front of him and hope he gets interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610235615926594620-1362462651603723269?l=kristibair71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/feeds/1362462651603723269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610235615926594620&amp;postID=1362462651603723269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/1362462651603723269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/1362462651603723269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/2007/11/mom-says.html' title=''/><author><name>Bair Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14650548135312763432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610235615926594620.post-2475986510361057550</id><published>2007-11-14T20:49:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T20:58:38.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stacy says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/RzvR7u8zJ3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rL9wWVljmkY/s1600-h/IMGP1665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132927024464340850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/RzvR7u8zJ3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rL9wWVljmkY/s320/IMGP1665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best friend is my puppy, Claire. She is pretty much my favorite sibling. She thinks she is a human kid. It is really funny when I play my recorder, she sings with me (either she's singing or whining because the recorder squeaks and it may hurt her ears... we can't tell). We have had Claire for 6 months now. I am her favorite, except for Mom, Kevin and Dad. We're all tied for 1st place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now about skiing... We bought my skis, boots and poles last weekend. They are bright red and blue. My favorite thing about skiing is when I go down "Country Road" (a hill at Bluewood), and I make it all the way down the hill without crashing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have an iPod. My favorite songs are: Move Along, I'm Gonna Be/500 Miles, Welcome to my Life, and It Ends Tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love homeschooling. My favorite subject is Science and American Girls History!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610235615926594620-2475986510361057550?l=kristibair71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/feeds/2475986510361057550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610235615926594620&amp;postID=2475986510361057550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/2475986510361057550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/2475986510361057550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/2007/11/stacy-says_14.html' title='Stacy says...'/><author><name>Bair Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14650548135312763432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/RzvR7u8zJ3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rL9wWVljmkY/s72-c/IMGP1665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610235615926594620.post-3254342574441458679</id><published>2007-11-14T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T21:01:30.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And now, a word from Kevin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/RzvPUO8zJ2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/EhZyZBkMRhA/s1600-h/IMGP1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132924146836252514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/RzvPUO8zJ2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/EhZyZBkMRhA/s320/IMGP1582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I am EXTREMELY obsessed with hunting and most importantly, skiing. All I can talk about is skiing. Last weeked, we went to the ski-swap and bought poles and skis for me. I already had some gnarly boots that we bought at the end of last season. So look for me out of the slopes. Keep your eyes open, because if you blink, you'll miss me. They call me "bomber" because I bomb down the hill at top speed. I don't like turning... it only slows me down! And snow-plowing is for wussies, anyway (the picture above is of my first time skiing, and I didn't know the snow-plow/wussy rule yet)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/RzvPTO8zJ1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/ABTREqQjkpc/s1600-h/IMG_3559[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132924129656383314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/RzvPTO8zJ1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/ABTREqQjkpc/s320/IMG_3559%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of me with my first kill! Actually it is my 5th kill (I shot 4 rabbits previously), but it was my first hunt, and a day I will never forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I need to get back to playing video games with my sister! May the force be with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610235615926594620-3254342574441458679?l=kristibair71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/feeds/3254342574441458679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610235615926594620&amp;postID=3254342574441458679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/3254342574441458679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/3254342574441458679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-now-word-from-kevin.html' title='And now, a word from Kevin...'/><author><name>Bair Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14650548135312763432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/RzvPUO8zJ2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/EhZyZBkMRhA/s72-c/IMGP1582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610235615926594620.post-2906008927133220201</id><published>2007-11-14T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T21:04:24.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeschooling is fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/RzvTRe8zJ4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/vD8RXgygvFM/s1600-h/first+day+of+school+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132928497638123394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/RzvTRe8zJ4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/vD8RXgygvFM/s320/first+day+of+school+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we have been homeschooling for almost 3 months now. And boy has it been a learning experience (on many levels)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids both had to do a lot of review in math to catch up. Two weeks ago, Stacy started 4th grade math, and is working hard everyday. Kevin is working on 4th grade math too, and is working hard in hopes of getting up to 6th grade where he needs to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both kids attend a homeschool program in Kennewick three days a week. On Monday they go from 8:30-2:30. Stacy has Piano, American Girls History, Recorder, Art, and P.E. Kevin has Piano, History, Newspaper/Yearbook, Art, and P.E. On Tuesday and Thursday they have shorter days, with only Washington State History/Writing and Science. The only class they have together is P.E. They also have lunch and recess at school two days a week. They have both made many new friends and love going everyday. It used to be that their favorite part of each schoolday was lunch or recess. Now they can't decide whether it is history... science... American girls... art... So many great classes to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people would not agree that we are a homeschooling family because they kids are enrolled in Kennewick School District and they attend part time there. I only teach them math and language arts (grammar, penmanship, spelling, reading). We consider ourselves homeschoolers with a little outside help. Without the MCP program (where they attend) I'm pretty sure we wouldn't be having much fun around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what we're up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610235615926594620-2906008927133220201?l=kristibair71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/feeds/2906008927133220201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610235615926594620&amp;postID=2906008927133220201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/2906008927133220201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/2906008927133220201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/2007/11/homeschooling-is-fun.html' title='Homeschooling is fun...'/><author><name>Bair Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14650548135312763432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhfO9NHaFbE/RzvTRe8zJ4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/vD8RXgygvFM/s72-c/first+day+of+school+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610235615926594620.post-4119625348061883855</id><published>2007-11-12T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:10:48.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to our blog...</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have converted to the world of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;My sisters say it is addicting, so I guess we'll see how often our blog changes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this will be a good way of keeping all of you up to date with our busy lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610235615926594620-4119625348061883855?l=kristibair71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/feeds/4119625348061883855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610235615926594620&amp;postID=4119625348061883855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/4119625348061883855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610235615926594620/posts/default/4119625348061883855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristibair71.blogspot.com/2007/11/welcome-to-our-blog.html' title='Welcome to our blog...'/><author><name>Bair Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14650548135312763432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610235615926594620.post-5818295886676257203</id><published>2007-11-12T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:09:16.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out the Bairs in Yellowstone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1224979098644927279&amp;amp;site=widget-2f.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=1224979098644927279&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/p1/1224979098644927279/bb_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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