tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66740111149719419432024-03-13T21:09:32.078-07:00Two Brunettes and Two Red Headstwo red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.comBlogger216125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-6725374293102436652011-05-15T22:32:00.000-07:002011-05-15T22:45:52.135-07:00I heart faces-Flowers<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-33OMjJhap2Q/TdC5Ylh1e-I/AAAAAAAACsg/eGioz2Xy1JI/s400/I-Heart-Faces-button.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607185368118295522" /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xeq2CHLYg4w/TdC37zD3itI/AAAAAAAACsY/HvwPZR7ROKc/s1600/IMG_6097.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xeq2CHLYg4w/TdC37zD3itI/AAAAAAAACsY/HvwPZR7ROKc/s400/IMG_6097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607183774022863570" /></a><br /><div>I had a hard time choosing a flower photo. I love taking pictures of flowers and have several rose bushes in my backyard. This photo is unedited. "Raindrops on Roses and whiskers on kittens.......these are a few of my favorite things."</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/">CLICK HERE TO GO TO THE I HEART FACES WEBSITE TO SEE MORE BEAUTIFUL MAY FLOWER PICTURES!</a></div>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-822092201455337482011-01-03T09:14:00.000-08:002011-01-03T10:00:18.376-08:00Want to see inside my brain?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TSIIJ6eGC7I/AAAAAAAACr8/ubLNjDma3Ug/s1600/MRI%2BC2%2BFRACTURE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TSIIJ6eGC7I/AAAAAAAACr8/ubLNjDma3Ug/s400/MRI%2BC2%2BFRACTURE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558013856535940018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I figured this picture is probably the most expensive picture ever taken of me so I'd better post it! That is my brain people! A picture of my brain! Raise your hand if you have a picture of your brain. I've never had a picture of my brain. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I have a C2 fracture and it's pretty evident where the fracture is. That is a topside view. (That black whole in the middle is my esophagus. Now that you've seen my esophagus, I'm pretty sure that makes us best friends.) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TSIH_4SWsWI/AAAAAAAACr0/SppHqDNDitY/s1600/IMG_6076.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TSIH_4SWsWI/AAAAAAAACr0/SppHqDNDitY/s400/IMG_6076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558013684151136610" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Horrible picture, but this is me at home. I think we've all adjusted to our new temporary life with the halo. I hate this halo, I'm not gonna lie but I'm thankful for life. I'm glad to be home with my family. I'm trying hard to not complain, there are so many things I miss.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss not being able to pick up the girls and squeeze them.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss not being able to look up at my husband and give him a kiss.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss snuggling in bed or on the couch.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss not being able to put things where they belong.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss not being able to do laundry and put it away where I want it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss showers.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss real clothes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss brushing my hair.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss being able to get up and do the things that I want.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss getting a full nights sleep.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I know that I will be able to all these things again. I know others live their whole lives not being able to do these things for themselves. I just miss them and will appreciate them more when I get them back.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TSIGjykho0I/AAAAAAAACrs/gdidpqlWHEY/s1600/PASSENGER%2BSIDE2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TSIGjykho0I/AAAAAAAACrs/gdidpqlWHEY/s400/PASSENGER%2BSIDE2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558012102068773698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here are a few pictures of the car. It's actually hard for me to look at these. Even though we survived and where protected, the horror of that moment is relived. The two little girls where sitting in the middle, where the car looks almost untouched. Except for the windows. Amazing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You know another thing that hits me when I look at these pictures? A car is just a car. It can be destroyed in a minute. Things we hold onto in life are not as important as we think they are. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TSIGdJWglfI/AAAAAAAACrk/ZTtofkJK7J0/s1600/NEWS%2BPHOTO2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TSIGdJWglfI/AAAAAAAACrk/ZTtofkJK7J0/s400/NEWS%2BPHOTO2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558011987924915698" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TSIGXnNCLfI/AAAAAAAACrc/JgiL8CNhc4Q/s1600/NEWS%2BPHOTO.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TSIGKrVdSrI/AAAAAAAACrU/p6mC-Y6sh6U/s1600/INSIDE%2BVEHICLE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TSIGKrVdSrI/AAAAAAAACrU/p6mC-Y6sh6U/s400/INSIDE%2BVEHICLE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558011670629796530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The driver's side.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TSIGEp_kf6I/AAAAAAAACrM/wRdfvc3VBlE/s1600/DRIVERS%2BSIDE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TSIGEp_kf6I/AAAAAAAACrM/wRdfvc3VBlE/s400/DRIVERS%2BSIDE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558011567190343586" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The driver's side again. It's been a month since the accident and the anxiety and fear gets better. I hope that by seeing these pictures people will maybe drive a little more carefully. Even though outside forces can cause an accident, I think we should take more time on the road. Be patient, be kind to other drivers. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TSIF9t3Ec_I/AAAAAAAACrE/kWKxdNAmkA8/s1600/FIRST%2BBRACE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TSIF9t3Ec_I/AAAAAAAACrE/kWKxdNAmkA8/s400/FIRST%2BBRACE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558011447969346546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This was my first brace. The chin part caused a pressure sore. A pressure sore is kind of like a bed sore. I have a picture but it's really to gross to show. It looked like a hole in my chin and was purple and black. Blech!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TSIF118US5I/AAAAAAAACq8/-uDEI7eZQjk/s1600/SECOND%2BBRACE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TSIF118US5I/AAAAAAAACq8/-uDEI7eZQjk/s400/SECOND%2BBRACE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558011312699886482" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Because of the pressure sore, they had to put me in a halo. I still don't know how long I have to wear this. Only time will tell. In the meantime, I'm taking vitamins to try to heal this baby up as fast as possible. When you think about it, it really is cool that in time your bones heal themselves.</div>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-37140659210850671762010-12-29T18:29:00.000-08:002010-12-29T18:32:04.069-08:00How time flies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TRvuxLy8vpI/AAAAAAAACpk/qiHfl9y6sIU/s1600/lane7birth.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TRvuxLy8vpI/AAAAAAAACpk/qiHfl9y6sIU/s400/lane7birth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556297094039125650" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My oldest baby girl is really 7? Every year I ask her to stop growing. She just gives me that sweet Laney smile and says, "Awe Mom!"</div>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-19154911926273849172010-12-24T19:31:00.000-08:002010-12-24T23:40:43.270-08:00The Christmas Jesus was at the wheel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TRWe-Cnm9CI/AAAAAAAACpY/0SYX3wycbeM/s1600/IMG_5550.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TRWe-Cnm9CI/AAAAAAAACpY/0SYX3wycbeM/s400/IMG_5550.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554520504123454498" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It's Christmas Eve and I just tucked my sweet babes into bed. We read the story of baby Jesus from the bible and I sang Away in a Manger. Never in my life has the power of Jesus name been so sweet to me. I've been a Christian most of my life, was raised in church, a "Jesus is the reason for the season" type of person. Looking back, I realize I never really understood how much Jesus loves me, us, humankind. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">We moved to New Mexico two years ago with four very small girls. Far from the comforts of family to lean on in a strange barren land. At first it was very hard living here, trying to adjust and very uncomfortable. Let me pause to tell you that if you find yourself in uncomfortable place in life, God is probably about to take you on a journey. A journey that is painful at first, but if you stop and let him show you things that you need to change, beautiful things can happen. I'm amazed at the things God has shown me about myself in the past two years. Issues I've held onto for most of my life. Issues I still wanted to hold onto, control and fix myself. Some are stupid issues, some are bigger and more important. I have issues with church people and what the body of Christ is, and personal attitude issues to name a few. Anyways. I knew he brought us to Albuquerque for a reason. The biggest reason was to grab hold of my attention and work on my heart.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">On December 7th, just a few weeks ago, I was in a rollover car accident. I had my two youngest girls in the car with me, Savanna 4 and Addison 3. We were on our way to pick up my oldest two daughters, as they were about to get out of school. Driving down a busy and traffic filled road, a car came into my lane causing me to veer out the way. Even after adjusting my car, the other car still didn't see me and I over corrected trying to get out of their way. It's happens so fast. A glimpse. I knew I no longer had control over the car and we were starting to flip. I called on the name of Jesus. I prayed, "Jesus, please protect my babies!" That is the last thing I remember until I was being rescued from the car and even those memories go in and out. I kept asking about my girls. "Are my kids ok?" The voices kept telling me that they were being looked after. I knew I was injured and they just say that so they can keep you calm. Going in and out of consciousness, I was airlifted to the hospital. I arrive at the ER. I can answer questions. My clothes are being cut off.....I keep asking for my girls. Then my husband is there. "Babe, have you seen the girls? Are they ok?" He says, "They're fine, there's nothing wrong with them!" "They are absolutely perfect!" I know my husband would tell me the truth, but it seems impossible that they would be ok. "There's NOTHING wrong with them?", I ask.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A witness told my husband that our car flipped at least five times. Five times and my babies have no bruises, no broken bones, nothing. (Savanna bit her tongue and Addy had a little scratch by her mouth, probably from her teeth.) They were released from the ER that night. I had just been at a MOPS Christmas tea earlier in the day and the back of my suburban was full of glass teacups, plates and serving platters. My husband tells me they were shattered inside and out of the car. Pieces of tea cups all over the road. We roll five times and pieces of glass are flying everywhere and my babies are perfect. Every time I think about it, I cry and a feeling that I can't describe comes over me. Every part of me knows that Jesus was sitting in that car with us. Jesus, I will never again underestimate the power of your name and the power of the love you have for your children. My babies are perfect.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I have a C2 fracture, which just means my second vertebrae down from my head is fractured. I have to wear a halo for 6-12 weeks and full recovery won't be for another 6-9 months. I was released from the hospital four days after the accident. Every nurse and doctor that cared for me told me how lucky I was to not have sustained more serious injuries. They tell me that most people that have a car accident as serious as mine, don't have the use of their legs. They tell me that some don't make it out alive. They tell me that I was lucky. It wasn't luck. It was a miracle. Jesus was sitting in that car with us. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">His love and his power isn't just for me and my family. He's there for you. Waiting for you to notice him. Let go of the control you are trying so hard to </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">hold onto. Jesus, the most beautiful name I know.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This Christmas I crashed our only car. This Christmas, I'm not able to pick up my kids. This Christmas, I have a dirty head with big scabs. This Christmas, I'm missing a fingernail that was ripped off during the accident. This Christmas, I lost my diamond wedding ring in an accident. Yet this is my favorite Christmas ever. This is the Christmas that Jesus sat in the car with us and my babies came out unharmed. This Christmas is all about sweet baby Jesus. Born on a midnight clear. O Holy Night. Nothing in the whole world can compare. My family is home, safe, warm, together, alive. We are thankful and blessed beyond measure.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Merry Christmas</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#545559;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#545559;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-70522740239395355032010-10-13T07:05:00.001-07:002010-10-13T07:06:34.275-07:00My new favorite picture<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TLW81_MB-II/AAAAAAAAClQ/k6p5NpkUXlk/s1600/statefair.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TLW81_MB-II/AAAAAAAAClQ/k6p5NpkUXlk/s400/statefair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527531753348135042" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The New Mexico State Fair 2010</div>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-35595802300952163312010-09-01T09:00:00.001-07:002010-09-01T09:01:10.258-07:00Wordless Wednesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TH54tgsIzII/AAAAAAAACkY/nMaaCmJtMg4/s1600/vintageflowers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TH54tgsIzII/AAAAAAAACkY/nMaaCmJtMg4/s400/vintageflowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511975717212572802" /></a>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-89922848911377555562010-08-26T16:39:00.001-07:002010-08-26T16:42:08.617-07:00You know fall is approaching when....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/THb7nEcV1hI/AAAAAAAACkM/FAs8Rrq1l7E/s1600/IMG_2549.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/THb7nEcV1hI/AAAAAAAACkM/FAs8Rrq1l7E/s400/IMG_2549.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509867842760463890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/THb7cjCYgtI/AAAAAAAACkE/ivZJLa9lvUQ/s1600/IMG_2546.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/THb7cjCYgtI/AAAAAAAACkE/ivZJLa9lvUQ/s400/IMG_2546.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509867661994525394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">.........the hot air balloons start showing up.</div>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-16914851888996113132010-08-18T07:25:00.003-07:002010-08-18T07:28:34.162-07:00Laney's First Day of 1st Grade<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGvtrlpLcNI/AAAAAAAACj8/DPdtBWmBthE/s1600/Lane1stgrade.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGvtrlpLcNI/AAAAAAAACj8/DPdtBWmBthE/s400/Lane1stgrade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506756302485549266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We just sent Laney off for her first day of school! Laney is excited for her first day of First Grade. Olivia doesn't start until Monday.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGvtg7NPCDI/AAAAAAAACj0/VtujPpkCMrk/s1600/IMG_2899.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGvtg7NPCDI/AAAAAAAACj0/VtujPpkCMrk/s400/IMG_2899.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506756119295363122" /></a>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-76955360732190720212010-08-18T07:25:00.001-07:002010-08-18T07:25:32.341-07:00Laneytwo red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-58621833123415054132010-08-11T12:36:00.000-07:002010-08-11T13:08:53.374-07:00A 3 year old is just a 2 year old but smarter.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGMAc-kkp3I/AAAAAAAACjs/3BWGuns2YJM/s1600/IMG_2670.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGMAc-kkp3I/AAAAAAAACjs/3BWGuns2YJM/s400/IMG_2670.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504243667409610610" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My baby turned three this week. I am mourning the loss of not having a two year old. Seriously. My baby will never be two again. She didn't want to hold my hand on her birthday. She changed her clothes three times on her birthday. My baby is big girl.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGMAUHseR0I/AAAAAAAACjk/EcRdr-4YN88/s1600/IMG_2671.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGMAUHseR0I/AAAAAAAACjk/EcRdr-4YN88/s400/IMG_2671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504243515239843650" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Pink gel food coloring is a staple at our house of four girls. (Staple, get it?) The birthday girl gets to request what she wants for her birthday breakfast. It's usually pink pancakes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGMAL7ev5GI/AAAAAAAACjc/KQ37BejeZKY/s1600/IMG_2672.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGMAL7ev5GI/AAAAAAAACjc/KQ37BejeZKY/s400/IMG_2672.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504243374522098786" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGL9WhCwFZI/AAAAAAAACjU/Tpeqh32ZSEc/s1600/IMG_2672.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGL9Ol_xgfI/AAAAAAAACjM/ZQ_NNq_5W88/s1600/IMG_2673.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGL9Ol_xgfI/AAAAAAAACjM/ZQ_NNq_5W88/s400/IMG_2673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504240121759760882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGL9DJJ_mGI/AAAAAAAACjE/_qA3ocGspSM/s1600/IMG_2674.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGL9DJJ_mGI/AAAAAAAACjE/_qA3ocGspSM/s400/IMG_2674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504239925039437922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">All in all, I think she had a really good day. She rode the carousel at the mall. Opened presents. She even took a birthday nap.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGL83FDfmHI/AAAAAAAACi8/IFbVpkbsqnY/s1600/IMG_2688.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGL83FDfmHI/AAAAAAAACi8/IFbVpkbsqnY/s400/IMG_2688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504239717780002930" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Instead of cupcakes I made these ice cream cone cake pops. Courtesy of Bakerella. If you've never heard of Bakerella, you must go to her blog and learn how to make all sorts of fun treats. <a href="http://www.bakerella.com/i-scream-you-scream-we-all-scream-for…/"> Click here for her tutorial on these.</a> Hers are WAY better than mine. Don't judge.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGL8n7Gy0oI/AAAAAAAACi0/rj_0pzXlybw/s1600/IMG_2695.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGL8n7Gy0oI/AAAAAAAACi0/rj_0pzXlybw/s400/IMG_2695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504239457411453570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> They look cute and actually tasted good too! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGL8aKovccI/AAAAAAAACis/-RRTP_5Uw1E/s1600/IMG_2702.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGL8aKovccI/AAAAAAAACis/-RRTP_5Uw1E/s400/IMG_2702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504239221062201794" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGL8MeBgT3I/AAAAAAAACik/WzovWQIrXZM/s1600/IMG_2705.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGL8MeBgT3I/AAAAAAAACik/WzovWQIrXZM/s400/IMG_2705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504238985748172658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The chocolate ones with chocolate coating were REALLY good.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGL8D1hMHiI/AAAAAAAACic/5cY5D5KZaZo/s1600/IMG_2706.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TGL8D1hMHiI/AAAAAAAACic/5cY5D5KZaZo/s400/IMG_2706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504238837436259874" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Now both of my youngest are both three for a few weeks. Until Vannies turns 4.</div>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-3598946851581369232010-08-06T14:00:00.001-07:002010-08-06T14:15:09.773-07:00Who drank all my coffee creamer?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TFx5SdU0JPI/AAAAAAAAChE/ChxTJCjkUQk/s1600/IMG_2664.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TFx5SdU0JPI/AAAAAAAAChE/ChxTJCjkUQk/s400/IMG_2664.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502406202756441330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Mama has good ears. I'm sure every Mom is on the listen for certain sounds throughout the day. When you have a newborn, you learn that different sounds that they make mean different things. As they age you learn that they have a fake cry, and a hurt feeling cry, and the real hurt cry. You also learn that some noises mean TROUBLE. Like silence, and the sound of the fridge door hitting the wall.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TFx4_w4TjnI/AAAAAAAACg8/ZtedgS5wLQY/s1600/Simple+Lighten.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TFx4_w4TjnI/AAAAAAAACg8/ZtedgS5wLQY/s400/Simple+Lighten.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502405881588059762" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Mama (coffee addict)- "Who drank all my coffee creamer?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">2 yo and 3 yo (new creamer addicts)- "Not us!"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mama- "But I can see it dripping off your face!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TFx4nLDilhI/AAAAAAAACg0/5tZaxsQE_qs/s1600/IMG_2661.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TFx4nLDilhI/AAAAAAAACg0/5tZaxsQE_qs/s400/IMG_2661.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502405459117774354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TFx4dRhCmrI/AAAAAAAACgs/p8CU94syuNA/s1600/milk.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TFx4dRhCmrI/AAAAAAAACgs/p8CU94syuNA/s400/milk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502405289053428402" /></a>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-22475960050658711462010-08-04T06:57:00.000-07:002010-08-04T07:15:41.237-07:00Monsoon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TFl0e3mYw5I/AAAAAAAACgk/ChyDlucyT58/s1600/IMG_0367.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TFl0e3mYw5I/AAAAAAAACgk/ChyDlucyT58/s400/IMG_0367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501556493479625618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It's monsoon season here in the southwest. I love monsoon season. The clouds roll in in the afternoon and we've seen some pretty amazing storms.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TFl0WLdS4fI/AAAAAAAACgc/iIU-T7rraLg/s1600/IMG_0499.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TFl0WLdS4fI/AAAAAAAACgc/iIU-T7rraLg/s400/IMG_0499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501556344191377906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">There was a night were the storm was all around us. It was raining or lighting above us, the perfect time to try and catch some lightning on "film".</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TFlzCakv_GI/AAAAAAAACgU/t8TuH3g4DuU/s1600/IMG_0710.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TFlzCakv_GI/AAAAAAAACgU/t8TuH3g4DuU/s400/IMG_0710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501554905140165730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I took hundreds of photos just to get these handful of lighting shots. Like hundreds and hundreds of black pictures I went through and deleted.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TFlyw8PqUAI/AAAAAAAACgM/3yD4Cb47qws/s1600/IMG_0908.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TFlyw8PqUAI/AAAAAAAACgM/3yD4Cb47qws/s400/IMG_0908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501554604940873730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It was worth it though, to see the power of a storm.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TFlyj1eKUWI/AAAAAAAACgE/tkHDG0gJexg/s1600/IMG_0936.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TFlyj1eKUWI/AAAAAAAACgE/tkHDG0gJexg/s400/IMG_0936.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501554379784343906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Last night a monsoon rolled in and Savanna said, "You don't need to be scared of lighting 'cause Jesus makes lighting." </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TFlyZnhuK-I/AAAAAAAACf8/VRJhv30N41s/s1600/IMG_1176.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TFlyZnhuK-I/AAAAAAAACf8/VRJhv30N41s/s400/IMG_1176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501554204242488290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(These photos are unedited. These were the true colors that the storm and lighting produced.)</div>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-5537727502896473762010-07-23T06:45:00.001-07:002010-07-23T06:54:25.599-07:00Book Club<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEmdruizaNI/AAAAAAAACfk/xnof1if3Vjg/s1600/IMG_1986.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEmdruizaNI/AAAAAAAACfk/xnof1if3Vjg/s400/IMG_1986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497098194736343250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Summer book club is going great! I forgot to take pictures at "The Help" book club. </div><div style="text-align: center;">This months' book was "The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEmdgbR8N2I/AAAAAAAACfc/cNBdMmjqmPw/s1600/IMG_1987.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEmdgbR8N2I/AAAAAAAACfc/cNBdMmjqmPw/s400/IMG_1987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497098000586782562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I really, really loved this book. It's been a long time since I've read an all around good book like this one. It has clean romance, humor, and touching war stories.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEmdVxnvj1I/AAAAAAAACfU/E3lMrhZTT48/s1600/IMG_1988.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEmdVxnvj1I/AAAAAAAACfU/E3lMrhZTT48/s400/IMG_1988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497097817605246802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEmdD5OStzI/AAAAAAAACfM/VsXDvqzkijk/s1600/IMG_1990.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEmdD5OStzI/AAAAAAAACfM/VsXDvqzkijk/s400/IMG_1990.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497097510408337202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you to my friends who read this months' book! I am having sooo much fun.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(That's my friend Gina. She is pregnant with baby number 5. I think she is the cutest pregnant lady ever.)</div>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-53672679381782599212010-07-20T14:31:00.001-07:002010-07-20T15:03:46.046-07:00Fishin' with Papa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYay_XhxEI/AAAAAAAACfE/9Syaw_IDo0I/s1600/IMG_1543.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYay_XhxEI/AAAAAAAACfE/9Syaw_IDo0I/s400/IMG_1543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496109858558166082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We recently stayed in Flagstaff, AZ with my parents for a few days. My Dad took the girls and I to a fishing hole. (Hole+water+stocked fish=fun!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYan681lyI/AAAAAAAACe8/8gMQFq4BklQ/s1600/IMG_1544.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYan681lyI/AAAAAAAACe8/8gMQFq4BklQ/s400/IMG_1544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496109668393916194" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Located in Oak Creek Canyon. If you are ever in Arizona you must drive from Flagstaff to Sedona via Oak Creek Canyon. Oak Creek Canyon= one of my most favorite places in the world.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYaYFKaNXI/AAAAAAAACe0/zsGmMgQdnZ8/s1600/IMG_1545.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYaYFKaNXI/AAAAAAAACe0/zsGmMgQdnZ8/s400/IMG_1545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496109396257289586" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The girls loved fishing!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYaJKH-bWI/AAAAAAAACes/RxywDIvWJnQ/s1600/IMG_1546.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYaJKH-bWI/AAAAAAAACes/RxywDIvWJnQ/s400/IMG_1546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496109139891219810" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYZ7q5EwNI/AAAAAAAACek/acFN_BXJhx0/s1600/IMG_1548.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYZ7q5EwNI/AAAAAAAACek/acFN_BXJhx0/s400/IMG_1548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496108908168921298" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Look at Savanna's face! She's all, "There's a fish in there!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYZeetmFOI/AAAAAAAACec/NAiWzQBuPqY/s1600/IMG_1556.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYZeetmFOI/AAAAAAAACec/NAiWzQBuPqY/s400/IMG_1556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496108406683342050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYZK6GxY0I/AAAAAAAACeU/mz-49RYTfa4/s1600/IMG_1558.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYZK6GxY0I/AAAAAAAACeU/mz-49RYTfa4/s400/IMG_1558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496108070439314242" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYYzf_ZoJI/AAAAAAAACeM/koVx74zCRTM/s1600/IMG_1561.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYYzf_ZoJI/AAAAAAAACeM/koVx74zCRTM/s400/IMG_1561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496107668292083858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">They caught 3 fish in like 5.2 minutes. Now that's my kind of fishin'.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Olivia may or may not have gotten a hook stuck in her finger.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYYjhOC_9I/AAAAAAAACeE/ZMJ3v_QomCc/s1600/IMG_1564.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYYjhOC_9I/AAAAAAAACeE/ZMJ3v_QomCc/s400/IMG_1564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496107393744043986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Fishing is really hard work.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYYXPKgivI/AAAAAAAACd8/odY9vFnU-RQ/s1600/IMG_1563.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYYXPKgivI/AAAAAAAACd8/odY9vFnU-RQ/s400/IMG_1563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496107182738934514" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Really, really hard work.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYYFJSIesI/AAAAAAAACd0/IXMIf2J97wE/s1600/IMG_1565.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYYFJSIesI/AAAAAAAACd0/IXMIf2J97wE/s400/IMG_1565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496106871922653890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYX3gZDKEI/AAAAAAAACds/vQCN-iOWDak/s1600/IMG_1570.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYX3gZDKEI/AAAAAAAACds/vQCN-iOWDak/s400/IMG_1570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496106637607512130" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYXqAwR9xI/AAAAAAAACdk/jBwtM9O9cV8/s1600/IMG_1571.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYXqAwR9xI/AAAAAAAACdk/jBwtM9O9cV8/s400/IMG_1571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496106405776717586" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">After you catch your fish, you take them to this really nice lady who cleans them and gets them ready for you to cook. The girls watched. Then the nice lady put the fishy's still beating heart on the window for everyone to see. Like the heart is beating outside of it's body!!! Then the nice lady eats the fishy heart.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TEYWBuqWmFI/AAAAAAAACdc/jZ4LSdz2uVw/s1600/IMG_1577.JPG"></a>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-21185307784628684672010-07-14T06:25:00.001-07:002010-07-14T06:39:06.500-07:00California and cute little two year olds<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TD28nPhY6wI/AAAAAAAACc8/EvncXzonUqM/s1600/IMG_1345.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TD28nPhY6wI/AAAAAAAACc8/EvncXzonUqM/s400/IMG_1345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493754502829370114" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We recently visited our family in Northern California. It was fun to watch all the cousins play. They pretty much lived on the trampoline.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TD28aEbUldI/AAAAAAAACc0/eIanipQ_HT8/s1600/IMG_1348.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TD28aEbUldI/AAAAAAAACc0/eIanipQ_HT8/s400/IMG_1348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493754276512830930" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TD28NNKGbOI/AAAAAAAACcs/ZdDhpsPyiIM/s1600/IMG_1354.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TD28NNKGbOI/AAAAAAAACcs/ZdDhpsPyiIM/s400/IMG_1354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493754055518219490" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Addy and Logan are both two. Both the "babies" of the family. Both have pacifiers. Both have blankies. They love each other. The were sooo sweet to one another. I don't think I saw them fight over toys once. If one would find the others blankie they would search high and low until the owner was found. I mean, really, how cute can they be?</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TD27-aHNX_I/AAAAAAAACck/zAqug5UZ9n8/s1600/IMG_1355.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TD27-aHNX_I/AAAAAAAACck/zAqug5UZ9n8/s400/IMG_1355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493753801297715186" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TD27wAR49eI/AAAAAAAACcc/MKiQ5or6rX0/s1600/IMG_1358.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TD27wAR49eI/AAAAAAAACcc/MKiQ5or6rX0/s400/IMG_1358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493753553845024226" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TD27iZXcA5I/AAAAAAAACcU/CIw0PIwRdQU/s1600/IMG_1360.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TD27iZXcA5I/AAAAAAAACcU/CIw0PIwRdQU/s400/IMG_1360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493753320061010834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TD27JAfPYjI/AAAAAAAACcM/N8DeAWSlQa0/s1600/IMG_1363.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TD27JAfPYjI/AAAAAAAACcM/N8DeAWSlQa0/s400/IMG_1363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493752883886121522" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-50711833138946904192010-07-04T18:55:00.001-07:002010-07-04T18:57:21.200-07:00God Bless America<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TDE7zOznlvI/AAAAAAAACcE/VrbqsOUWnd0/s1600/4thofjuly.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TDE7zOznlvI/AAAAAAAACcE/VrbqsOUWnd0/s400/4thofjuly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490235172075312882" /></a>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-31571672503249131312010-06-14T08:43:00.001-07:002010-06-14T09:06:10.738-07:00I heart Faces-BABIES!!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZRL_fE5bI/AAAAAAAACbs/_6pWn9mVOQQ/s1600/IMG_8749.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZRL_fE5bI/AAAAAAAACbs/_6pWn9mVOQQ/s400/IMG_8749.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482658862832346546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It's no secret that I love newborns. I love the way they smell. I love the sound they make when they are nursing. I even love the sound of their cry. I did this newborn shoot awhile back and couldn't pick my favorite, so I let my girls pick. I saw my friend <a href="http://thesillyhilles.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-heart-faces-babies.html">Sarah's blog</a> this morning and had to join in! (Sarah and I went to middle school together in Kansas. We are both PK's!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you love babies like I do, then please waste many hours drooling over them at <a href="http://iheartfaces.blogspot.com/">I Heart Faces</a> blog.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "><center><a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com"><img src="http://new.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I_Heart_Faces_noborder_125x100.jpg" /></a></center></span></span></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-48887009845710697002010-06-14T07:56:00.000-07:002010-06-14T08:34:55.611-07:00Time for Tea!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZHe2fHiYI/AAAAAAAACbE/wLgv-zbAvvM/s1600/IMG_0674.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZHe2fHiYI/AAAAAAAACbE/wLgv-zbAvvM/s400/IMG_0674.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482648191717837186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My sweet Olivia turned five last month. She is such a girly girl and wanted a tea party.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZHJSG0ygI/AAAAAAAACa8/uPV6jU1gf_Y/s1600/IMG_0663.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZHJSG0ygI/AAAAAAAACa8/uPV6jU1gf_Y/s400/IMG_0663.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482647821175015938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZG66ORWNI/AAAAAAAACa0/4KhW4B3TmXM/s1600/IMG_0038.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZG66ORWNI/AAAAAAAACa0/4KhW4B3TmXM/s400/IMG_0038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482647574245628114" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We set up in the backyard. I used yards of fabric I had for the tablecloths.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We invited our girly friends.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZGypxabdI/AAAAAAAACas/sv90Nw8Y5OI/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZGypxabdI/AAAAAAAACas/sv90Nw8Y5OI/s400/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482647432390667730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It was the cutest thing I have ever seen. All these little girls knew exactly what to do. They sat and chatted and mixed their tea.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZGqldHBtI/AAAAAAAACak/UEZtCySjzWQ/s1600/IMG_0040.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZGqldHBtI/AAAAAAAACak/UEZtCySjzWQ/s400/IMG_0040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482647293792814802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZGfLOserI/AAAAAAAACac/YxZQ08-CgDk/s1600/IMG_0044.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZGfLOserI/AAAAAAAACac/YxZQ08-CgDk/s400/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482647097774471858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Marvin wore a tie for the special occasion and doubled as the butler. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZGVl7d-7I/AAAAAAAACaU/4Xl0KdAuedo/s1600/IMG_0047.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZGVl7d-7I/AAAAAAAACaU/4Xl0KdAuedo/s400/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482646933142895538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZGEVtYZYI/AAAAAAAACaM/pI1rtKSvnCw/s1600/IMG_0050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZGEVtYZYI/AAAAAAAACaM/pI1rtKSvnCw/s400/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482646636731065730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I made these flowers out of napkins and I found the tutorial <a href="http://www.dana-made-it.com/2008/07/tutorial-wallflowers.html">HERE</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZFtf3PIfI/AAAAAAAACaE/rGPfahbvGtg/s1600/IMG_0053.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZFtf3PIfI/AAAAAAAACaE/rGPfahbvGtg/s400/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482646244319764978" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I made these cupcake toppers in Photoshop and had my mini helpers cut them out. I got the cute vintage tea cup graphic on my favorite blog <a href="http://www.graphicsfairy.blogspot.com/">HERE</a>, The Graphics Fairy. If you look closely, the teacups have Olivia's name on them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZEooj9MvI/AAAAAAAACZ8/8faSLi6zSxk/s1600/IMG_0056.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZEooj9MvI/AAAAAAAACZ8/8faSLi6zSxk/s400/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482645061243843314" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZEcTa1VDI/AAAAAAAACZ0/Tz_1UeloBLY/s1600/IMG_0057.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZEcTa1VDI/AAAAAAAACZ0/Tz_1UeloBLY/s400/IMG_0057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482644849410004018" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZESQZE_aI/AAAAAAAACZs/IejMvxgPWms/s1600/IMG_0062.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZESQZE_aI/AAAAAAAACZs/IejMvxgPWms/s400/IMG_0062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482644676798643618" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZEGovMiQI/AAAAAAAACZk/ZJolgW3Fduc/s1600/IMG_0065.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZEGovMiQI/AAAAAAAACZk/ZJolgW3Fduc/s400/IMG_0065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482644477175433474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZD7qHvjcI/AAAAAAAACZc/pKI2epvEbLg/s1600/IMG_0069.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZD7qHvjcI/AAAAAAAACZc/pKI2epvEbLg/s400/IMG_0069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482644288568266178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZDvziaWNI/AAAAAAAACZU/w8Ud1rcj_-k/s1600/IMG_0064.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZDvziaWNI/AAAAAAAACZU/w8Ud1rcj_-k/s400/IMG_0064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482644084937611474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I got all of the tea cups and saucers from the Goodwill for 50 cents. That way they had real tea cups and I didn't care if any of them got broken. But I have to say, all these little girls had really good manners. See those little salt shakers? They actually had sugar in them and everyone had their own sugar shaker. By the end of the party, the girls were just eating sugar straight from the shaker! So cute!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZDnPThApI/AAAAAAAACZM/TMoGhLyJHf0/s1600/IMG_0072.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZDnPThApI/AAAAAAAACZM/TMoGhLyJHf0/s400/IMG_0072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482643937772503698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I made real crumpets. If you have never made crumpets, they are delicious! Kinda like thicker pancakes. We spread lemon curd and raspberry jelly and then cream on top of that. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZDWaNvmvI/AAAAAAAACZE/pr6CcsuNNwM/s1600/IMG_0128.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBZDWaNvmvI/AAAAAAAACZE/pr6CcsuNNwM/s400/IMG_0128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482643648643308274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Olivia had a great time and enjoyed her friends. Thank you to all her sweet friends that joined us. Happy fifth birthday, Livi!</div>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-79587308118777428252010-06-12T14:47:00.001-07:002010-06-13T17:17:58.151-07:00Take some time to breathe<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBQDxsgc4-I/AAAAAAAACY8/wRoN42aQQjo/s1600/IMG_0618.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBQDxsgc4-I/AAAAAAAACY8/wRoN42aQQjo/s400/IMG_0618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482010798712480738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The month of May really kicked my bottom. (I only say bottom 'cause the other word is not the one we use in our house.) So much happened and when you have small kids it makes small events take so much more energy. You all understand, right?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBQDkIY8sXI/AAAAAAAACY0/G0ZnMt12fKU/s1600/IMG_0619.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBQDkIY8sXI/AAAAAAAACY0/G0ZnMt12fKU/s400/IMG_0619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482010565679034738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">When I first started blogging I NEEDED to blog. I needed to know I still had some brain cells. I needed to feel like I was speaking and someone without temper tantrums was listening. We've been busy with our first child in school, MOPS, I photographed my first wedding (yay!), and normal life stuff. Blogging became just one more thing on my long list of things to do. I have missed it and will continue to post more.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBQCSP03LkI/AAAAAAAACYs/tE-9oA4p73M/s1600/IMG_0035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBQCSP03LkI/AAAAAAAACYs/tE-9oA4p73M/s400/IMG_0035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482009158925889090" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lane graduated from Kindergarten! She did so good and I am so amazed at what they learn in a year. The first year you send your first child off to school can be hard on you. We had to adjust to having a separate schedule for one child. I couldn't just volunteer in her class whenever I wanted because I had other small children that I couldn't take with me. She had to ride the bus and I worried if she got to class ok. The year is finally over and we have a few months off to breath. Next year, two kids in school. I can't believe that have gotten this big already!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBQBJMX9V0I/AAAAAAAACYk/dKBR9cnbQCc/s1600/IMG_0607.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBQBJMX9V0I/AAAAAAAACYk/dKBR9cnbQCc/s400/IMG_0607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482007903868901186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">In May, Josh and I had our 8 year wedding anniversary. Marriage is not boring, that's for sure. And don't let people tell you that you will get tired of waking up to the same face everyday. I love waking up to that man's face every day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBQBBP8JkCI/AAAAAAAACYc/6T8_IvTOG2o/s1600/IMG_0610.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBQBBP8JkCI/AAAAAAAACYc/6T8_IvTOG2o/s400/IMG_0610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482007767387050018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Olivia turned five, and Addy Mae is completely potty trained. So we have just been taking a little time to relax, play with some rolly pollies, and breath.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBQAuQQbooI/AAAAAAAACYU/cvQhThoBY84/s1600/IMG_0706.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/TBQAuQQbooI/AAAAAAAACYU/cvQhThoBY84/s400/IMG_0706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482007441054605954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(Olivia and Addy on a field trip to the Aquarium with Laney's class. This is the same Aquarium that is shown in the movie Crazy Heart. It was filmed in ABQ.)</div>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-34570736802843807372010-05-20T09:18:00.000-07:002010-05-20T11:10:24.243-07:00Summer Book Club!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S_Vh01tmxNI/AAAAAAAACXU/NuPir4Bm7Pg/s1600/IMG_0685.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S_Vh01tmxNI/AAAAAAAACXU/NuPir4Bm7Pg/s400/IMG_0685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473388482538161362" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I had this fabulous idea for a summer book club! After researching some books, I've finally made the book choices and I hope you all like them too. If you've already read them, will you still please join us in the discussion?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We are going to read one book a month and have one meeting a month to discuss the book. If you don't live in my area and want to join along, I will post discussion questions here on my blog and post pictures from our book club meeting and you can give your input in the comments at the end of the post. Now, to introduce the books:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>June's Book</b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S_VkPERW5hI/AAAAAAAACXc/2oUh26TI0-8/s1600/IMG_0688.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S_VkPERW5hI/AAAAAAAACXc/2oUh26TI0-8/s400/IMG_0688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473391132146066962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Help. I haven't read it yet, but have heard a lot of good things about it. It's set in the Civil rights era in Jackson, Miss. A young white author and recent college grad returns home to write a book. She decides to write a book, a compilation of stories from the help, the mistreated black women who raise the white children.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The meeting for this book will be on Monday, June 14th, at 7:00 p.m. That gives you 3 and a half weeks to get this book and read it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I got this book at Costco. This is the most expensive of the three books. I wanted to keep it under $15 a book. I'm sure you could also get this book from the library or buddy up with someone else and share the cost of the books. I will be happy to loan my books out as soon as I'm done reading them. (At the end of the post, I'll talk more about where you can purchase the books.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>July's Book</b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S_Vhi1-lmNI/AAAAAAAACXM/thxIIjFzHEE/s1600/IMG_0687.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S_Vhi1-lmNI/AAAAAAAACXM/thxIIjFzHEE/s400/IMG_0687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473388173371742418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is a book I kept eyeing over and over again at Costco. I did a little research and heard some good things. It's a series of letters, back and forth between the author in the story and other people in the Society. It's set in war times. Some say books written in this style can be hard to follow but I've heard this book is well written. It sounds interesting and if you would like to read more reviews, check them out at amazon.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The book club meeting for this book will be on Monday July 12th at 7:00 p.m. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>August's book</b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S_V2-I6q80I/AAAAAAAACX0/2xBrEpydttA/s1600/IMG_0686.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S_V2-I6q80I/AAAAAAAACX0/2xBrEpydttA/s400/IMG_0686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473411732056240962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Red Tent. This is a book that was recommended to me by two of my book worm friends. Both of them said this was their favorite book of all time. I've wanted to read this for over a year and haven't yet. Some of you may have read this before. I can't wait to read it! Go over to amazon and read the review for this one also.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The meeting for this book will be on Monday, August 9th at 7:00 p.m.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Where to purchase books:</b> </div><div style="text-align: center;">I purchased <b>The Help</b> and <b>The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society</b> at Costco. <b>The Red Tent</b> I got at Barnes and Noble for $15. I got all three books for $36.98. However, if you order all three books from www.amazon.com at the same time, you will get free shipping. The cost of the books at amazon are, The Help $13.72, The GLPPPS is $5.99 (paperback), and The Red Tent is $10.20. It's $29.91, if you order from amazon and you'll qualify for free shipping. Not to mention they come right to your front door!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Details:</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Book club will be at my house. If you want to join, email me or facebook message me and I will send you my address. My email address is (staples underscore michele at yahoo dot com). </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I choose 7:00 p.m. to give the moms time to feed their families and get little ones ready for bed. My children will be here, but my husband is going to keep them locked up in the other room to watch a movie. (Not literally locked up.) Kids would never be banned and it would not be a huge deal if you brought them, but you might enjoy yourself more if your children were not in attendance. I need a monthly baby fix, so please bring your squishy babies for me to hold. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Snacks, drinks and coffee will be provided. Book club is open to anyone, if you would like to invite a friend. I just need to know how many people will be coming. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Please, please join me in food, fun and semi-intelligent conversation! </div><div style="text-align: center;">(I had to spell check intelligent.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Michele</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-12255534971735107822010-05-12T01:00:00.001-07:002010-05-12T01:01:41.976-07:00Wordless Wednesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S-pgWLpBlEI/AAAAAAAACV0/zXoqhz3xQJo/s1600/IMG_0632c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S-pgWLpBlEI/AAAAAAAACV0/zXoqhz3xQJo/s400/IMG_0632c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470290631593137218" /></a>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-67291731312849995302010-05-09T15:35:00.001-07:002010-05-09T15:44:01.881-07:00To all the Mother's Who....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S-c5fV1fJcI/AAAAAAAACVM/1gSU5eWM9J4/s1600/mothersc1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S-c5fV1fJcI/AAAAAAAACVM/1gSU5eWM9J4/s400/mothersc1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469403483064968642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S-c5UzbmDyI/AAAAAAAACVE/0u7oAo0aEOA/s1600/mothersc2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S-c5UzbmDyI/AAAAAAAACVE/0u7oAo0aEOA/s400/mothersc2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469403302030872354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S-c5KJccSNI/AAAAAAAACU8/NlFhY2P4hgs/s1600/mothersc3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S-c5KJccSNI/AAAAAAAACU8/NlFhY2P4hgs/s400/mothersc3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469403118961445074" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S-c4_ZRgizI/AAAAAAAACU0/oPkSB_DbKUE/s1600/IMG_0633.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S-c4_ZRgizI/AAAAAAAACU0/oPkSB_DbKUE/s400/IMG_0633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469402934231993138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">These were my gifts from Laney. One she made at school. I am so thankful for a homemade gift that someone else helped her make! The other gift Laney made at home, holed up in the playroom. Scroll down for a close-up.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S-c4z14zY2I/AAAAAAAACUs/07nXJp7IBQA/s1600/IMG_0637.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S-c4z14zY2I/AAAAAAAACUs/07nXJp7IBQA/s400/IMG_0637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469402735754568546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">That would be q-tips and cotton balls wrapped in tampon string. She said they were to put in my purse, in case I need to clean out my ears sometime. She didn't have any rope to tie them up, so she used "those thingies". Don't you just love being a Mom!?</div>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-6460420328811497772010-04-28T08:17:00.001-07:002010-04-28T08:39:37.832-07:00Meet Marvin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S9hTNg_LLKI/AAAAAAAACUk/J00E3qBJM2g/s1600/Mr.Marvin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S9hTNg_LLKI/AAAAAAAACUk/J00E3qBJM2g/s400/Mr.Marvin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465209639472409762" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We got a dog. We are technically fostering him, but we are pretty sure we are going to adopt him. We just need to take him to the vet and make sure he's healthy. We went to an adopt-a-thon this weekend to just "look" at puppies. Josh has been wanting a basset hound but we were still up in the air about getting a dog and maybe waiting one more year until the girls were older. The basset hound rescue was there and we went over to pet them. Josh spotted Marvin, Marvin spotted Josh, it was love at first sight. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S9hS7O_TZvI/AAAAAAAACUc/V-B3bCau9Cc/s1600/IMG_0561.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S9hS7O_TZvI/AAAAAAAACUc/V-B3bCau9Cc/s400/IMG_0561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465209325403465458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">He's a basset hound/beagle mix. He's 18 months old and fully house trained. I don't think we could have found a better fitting dog for our family. He's the perfect size, not too big to knock the girls over and not too small to get squashed by the girls. Marvin loves the girls and the girls love him. He's very patient with them and lets them love on him. He sleeps in our bed or Olivia's bed at night. He's already been dressed up like a princess and a jedi.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S9hSta9m--I/AAAAAAAACUU/-c2IF7SsV_Q/s1600/IMG_0569.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S9hSta9m--I/AAAAAAAACUU/-c2IF7SsV_Q/s400/IMG_0569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465209088099417058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">He's awesome on a leash. Laney walks him to the bus stop every morning. Marvin hears when the girls wake up and goes in to kiss them. I can't even tell you how calm he is. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S9hSdfrWvEI/AAAAAAAACUM/VcRrnsRqb-4/s1600/IMG_0565.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S9hSdfrWvEI/AAAAAAAACUM/VcRrnsRqb-4/s400/IMG_0565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465208814487125058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Addison was a little scared of Marvin the first day. She wouldn't get off the furniture without being held. So Josh calmly and slowly introduced them and showed her that Marvin won't hurt her. (She saying, "No Daddy, he bite me!")</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S9hSQtdE5gI/AAAAAAAACUE/rMSGzAr9uPc/s1600/IMG_0567.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S9hSQtdE5gI/AAAAAAAACUE/rMSGzAr9uPc/s400/IMG_0567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465208594847032834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">He started with a leg touch. She freaked and then laughed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S9hR_110CCI/AAAAAAAACT8/d5f4nB7tGJo/s1600/IMG_0572.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S9hR_110CCI/AAAAAAAACT8/d5f4nB7tGJo/s400/IMG_0572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465208305040492578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And now she's on the ground petting him and sitting next to him!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S9hR25QIlVI/AAAAAAAACT0/6HEjWAT7tGw/s1600/IMG_0574.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S9hR25QIlVI/AAAAAAAACT0/6HEjWAT7tGw/s400/IMG_0574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465208151337375058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">She's still a teeny bit scared if he sneaks up on her or jumps on her bed. </div>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-52898574549007419972010-04-22T08:16:00.000-07:002010-04-22T08:22:54.390-07:00Giggles<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S9BohFOY-GI/AAAAAAAACTs/ywLf6a9dcl4/s1600/IMG_9944.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S9BohFOY-GI/AAAAAAAACTs/ywLf6a9dcl4/s400/IMG_9944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462981265547917410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Addy was napping and the other three were supposed to be having quiet time. Instead, they were fighting and I needed them to be quiet so Addy would take a good nap. I warned them that if they didn't watch their movie and continued to fight, I would make them all take a nap. Of course they continued to fight. I turned the movie off. Made them all close their eyes and get under the covers. I got up to check on them and Savanna was asleep (or so I thought) and the other two were still wiggling. I proceeded to tell them to stop wiggling and go to sleep. Savanna, who is still asleep (or so I thought) says, "I asleep Mama!" She's a really good faker! I had to laugh and everyone else laughed and they did not take a nap that day. </div>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674011114971941943.post-90117697547222850872010-04-19T07:03:00.001-07:002010-04-19T07:13:43.240-07:00Teeth Happenings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S8xjUpP4smI/AAAAAAAACTk/ZL4Mn7BwXnI/s1600/IMG_9946.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S8xjUpP4smI/AAAAAAAACTk/ZL4Mn7BwXnI/s400/IMG_9946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461849654414586466" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My first baby has lost her first tooth. It has been slightly wiggly for weeks, and got extremely wiggly the past few days. She has been saving money for a camera and knew the tooth fairy would bring her money. Several kids in her class have missing teeth, so she was ready to lose it. She asked me to pull it out!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S8xjKlIhg1I/AAAAAAAACTc/7E7c6FbfF24/s1600/IMG_9947.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S8xjKlIhg1I/AAAAAAAACTc/7E7c6FbfF24/s400/IMG_9947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461849481511273298" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Since Laney goes to school and has seen other kids lose their teeth, she was fully prepared to lose one. Savanna and Olivia had no idea you lose teeth and new ones eventually grow back. So when I pulled it out, Savanna's jaw dropped and she didn't understand. She said she does not want to lose her teeth.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S8xi8uByrHI/AAAAAAAACTU/l1vS-zs9hxo/s1600/IMG_9952.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DeQJpSCLRk/S8xi8uByrHI/AAAAAAAACTU/l1vS-zs9hxo/s400/IMG_9952.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461849243380788338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The tooth fairy left a scroll of a hand written note and five dollars. (After the tooth fairy researched on facebook what the going rate for a first tooth is and then ran to the closest grocery store for some cash.) The note said, brush your teeth and you only get $5 for the first tooth because it is extra special. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I had a little bit of an emotional connection to her tooth that I wasn't expecting. Do you keep or throw away your kids teeth?</div>two red heads and two brunetteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928696387540901884noreply@blogger.com1