tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-311530732024-03-06T21:04:57.571-09:00My Happily Ever AfterThe Life I've Always Dreamed of...Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-90907871623800093562013-12-01T21:15:00.000-09:002013-12-01T21:15:03.690-09:00We are alive and well!We are alive. We are well. We are homeschooling. That is all. <br />
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Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-19911111572368900562012-01-28T21:31:00.006-09:002012-01-28T22:02:37.349-09:00December 23, 2011 (part b)After a pretty tough delivery, Jack finally made it, and on his terms! Not sure if it was the Mexican food for dinner, the hay ride at the Reindeer Farm, or the long talk we had the night before, but I started feeling good contractions at about 3pm. We called Peggy and told her that she might start heading this way, and were super excited to learn that Tom was home and could watch the big kids. Both moms/ grandmas were going to be able to be there for Jack's grand entrance!<br /><br />We went to the hospital about 6 when the contractions were too much to talk through. With my history of quick deliveries, we didn't wait until they were five minutes apart like they say!<br /><br />The nurse confirmed what I already knew... I was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">definitely</span> in labor! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Yay</span>!! Once we were checked into our room, things progressed pretty quickly. My doctor's car was stuck in her driveway, so another doctor attended to us while she worked on getting another ride. By the time she arrived, I was in active labor and all too ready to be finished! But with Jack, I never got that "urge" to push. It was like he realized it was time, but I would have to make it happen. I remember the other doctor asking me at 9:45pm why I didn't want to push, and thinking that I just didn't need to yet... She told me that if I started pushing, that I would have my baby by 10, she just knew it. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702939397085902098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_S-JRk86J_Tegiaxugngkjvk7l7_L8s6Vkisf4B3dNqnGhvsQh_A9MhJHYMGnWLIqPxI-Ek_zvUhdX9jM2oDOCmjkzt6k6xarUvppul-YM8-gywFFP_RInzPTCUGcw-uHE-vD/s320/Baby+Jack+453.JPG" /> I pondered that for a few minutes and decided that holding the babe in my arms seemed a much more desirable way than the current one, and I started pushing. Meaning to hold her to her word, Jack entered this world at 10pm on the dot, weighing in at 8 pounds 2 ounces, and 20 inches long, and looking JUST LIKE his brothers and sister! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaTiP84DwR0fz22wyzMzjZl_-iYwrUlLgTrSNkRo2ZQnLPM1clvoA0uGdVGyU8rqSk_iWotx81qsyULsh6Y17s1Vj_4QPnO5XrVGi6hl5b0dp38h8b8F6PdgER-iEzLdJg7BEe/s1600/Baby+Jack+487.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702939420945605842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8v5pIs8RtsRLvjoPku7nLjUohx1vfvScdzYnzh70bQDqApjziZMCf4UPsF-4JS_-9EaeBnn4rprGRbjy2Ws7WwTvKfexJFMr5qNs-7cM1wIRo-bHnJlhyREo_45EvuHKT9NO-/s320/Baby+Jack+470.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702939425049482258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaTiP84DwR0fz22wyzMzjZl_-iYwrUlLgTrSNkRo2ZQnLPM1clvoA0uGdVGyU8rqSk_iWotx81qsyULsh6Y17s1Vj_4QPnO5XrVGi6hl5b0dp38h8b8F6PdgER-iEzLdJg7BEe/s320/Baby+Jack+487.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0mwAJQ5TdXqwYsFUT4T4rZWB9Vamx8qUBfmXQfnbNW72VTBq8ngIX-N6Z8INgV-jZDxFOshYOKKzRP7J8odWtSNQoDAr2cmURSjl7zsl6nhMO_y0oONIoUa-568ib3S3O-l3x/s1600/Baby+Jack+474.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702939403066431890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0mwAJQ5TdXqwYsFUT4T4rZWB9Vamx8qUBfmXQfnbNW72VTBq8ngIX-N6Z8INgV-jZDxFOshYOKKzRP7J8odWtSNQoDAr2cmURSjl7zsl6nhMO_y0oONIoUa-568ib3S3O-l3x/s320/Baby+Jack+474.JPG" /></a> This picture totally cracks me up. I think someone just told him that Jack is coming home with us and going to take up even more of mom's lap space... UGH!!!</div></div></div>Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-87687587245256824962012-01-28T21:07:00.005-09:002012-01-28T21:55:09.219-09:00December 23, 2011 (part a)<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVqGUOybw5OK-h75q1gmDSx19WyWm1J0lSkZP3VkHIGzxjuYDV4QggnLiQwBsbIGmy4eZW5Fk8Cer0lgHg6OGQ2pqVPTmVrdt6uhRtXHfhJK9YAgY4KYjMCMB1gBx8KfR2c4T0/s1600/Baby+Jack+418.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702935861388831938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVqGUOybw5OK-h75q1gmDSx19WyWm1J0lSkZP3VkHIGzxjuYDV4QggnLiQwBsbIGmy4eZW5Fk8Cer0lgHg6OGQ2pqVPTmVrdt6uhRtXHfhJK9YAgY4KYjMCMB1gBx8KfR2c4T0/s320/Baby+Jack+418.JPG" /></a> This day began as most of the others had since we moved into our new home. I woke up and realized, sadly, that it was not contractions that had awoken me. Being the day before Christmas Eve, we decided to head over to the Reindeer Farm in Palmer and wish Santa's Helpers good luck as they prepared for their big journey. If you haven't been, I would definitely add it to the list! The reindeer are all super friendly, and there's a ton of stuff to do... including a hay ride that can put a lady into labor =).<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702935872398281234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCHmj9PL6igN7Na3bCYDd7BglXVaRnSv1jdGGoDvtMnGZJ9hVc9HQXwqS4aopVb6aemSN6iEPxD7P5y0p43qUbPMspa6XpaOyEy_hkV9-pqSR76NDBtRYcQHNsZq-H6kpKY2c7/s320/Baby+Jack+447.JPG" />With my twelve layers on... here is my last outdoor pregnant picture! There are some mixed feelings about that one!</div>Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-58225863423395900112012-01-28T20:29:00.007-09:002012-01-28T21:55:33.585-09:00AnticipationTo tell Jack's story requires going a little further back than his birthday. All looked like we were set to deliver a few weeks early, which we did our best to prepare for in the middle of our move. Without going into detail, I was having some signs, confirmed by the doctor I might add, and Jack was head down, engaged, and ready to go. I was most uncomfortable, and, like most 9 month pregnant ladies are, ready to hold my baby on the outside!<br /><br />Each day started first with the let down that I woke up for reasons other than contractions. Two weeks before his due date, I slipped on the ice, total arse over tea kettle style so hard that it knocked the wind out of me. The whole time I was trying to catch my breath, all I could think of was... maybe??? But, no, not even then.<br /><br />To my absolute surprise, as well as that of my doctor, I started my 39<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> week by actually <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">UNDILATING</span> and feeling amazingly less pressure as the baby moved back up into the womb. All that we could figure was that he had presented himself and knew that he wasn't in the right position, so he took his time to be meticulous and try again, this time doing it right.<br /><br />However, my blood pressure was skyrocketing, and it seemed that we might need to give him a little nudge, meaning induction.<br /><br />Now, as a general rule, I am not supportive of inductions. However, I had to have my water broken with two of my three babies to get things going, so I am open to the discussion when they are necessary for the health of mama or baby. So when the doc mentioned the word, rather than being horrified, I will throw the idea out there that I may have been <em>ecstatic</em>. When you are almost sure that the baby is going to come any day, and then three weeks go by, you are mighty anxious to say the least!<br /><br />Then... my blood pressure stabilized. No induction. And no baby.<br /><br />So we talked about an elective induction. Brian only had one more week off of work, and my mom was leaving in three weeks. We were ready. The appointment was set for Thursday the 22<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span> at 6:30am. Such a strange feeling to set your alarm <em>to have a baby</em>. My OB was open to the idea of breaking my waters to induce, and then we would use <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">pitocin</span> if I did not start having contractions.<br /><br />The doc showed up at 7:00 to give it a try, but the baby was so high that she couldn't access the bag of waters! He wasn't engaged at all!! I tried to hold back my disappointment, and tried a few natural things to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">kickstart</span> some contractions and get him to descend a bit. All to no luck. She suggested <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">pitocin</span>, but I just had a bad feeling about it all. I couldn't shake the thought that he just wasn't ready and that what we were trying to do to him just wasn't right. I think that Brian was as ready as I was, but after a long talk and lots of tears, we told the doctor that we were not anxious enough to use chemicals to make it happen. And we went home. It was such a let down... I had thought that I would come home with the latest addition to our family... and I am only mentioning <em>my</em> disappointment. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kailyn</span>, Charlie, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Aiden</span>, and my mom were <strong>pretty bummed</strong>, to put it lightly!<br /><br />But, I knew that I was doing the right thing by Jack, and that's our job as a mama, right? I knew in my heart that he would not stay in there forever... I went through all of my girlfriends that had been pregnant, and they had all delivered their babies at some point. So I went home, took a long shower, and loaded up the kids to go look at Christmas lights and take our minds off things.<br /><br />And have Mexican food for dinner =).Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-32143390108540907242011-11-26T18:32:00.018-09:002011-11-26T21:40:57.641-09:00On to a new adventure...<div align="center">Our new backyard! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679535678596113714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn7XJDXbU4h2Mpa1e4YbfDUzX6qaNFBZFK3X_eRB_hzNnJuHX1SioupFF10R3YjlrY9H3KV6q74Cg_pyyq5fDm302uZEKswmM-oA16E0P0RIZ1hNMuAG-JN-0N8ktEDaKJ3OTX/s400/Fall+Breezewood.jpg" /></div><br /><div align="justify">So... we've decided to make the move. To <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wasilla</span> that is. We have loved our chapter in Valdez, but feel that the time has come to move closer to family and our friends in that part of the State. Of course, I have mixed feelings about the move, but I know in my heart it's the right thing for our family. But here's the catch: We found out 2 weeks ago, and I am due to have Baby Jack in 4 weeks. And.... my kiddos like to come three weeks early. Meaning that when we leave next week, I should be good and ready to go into labor. Moving while this pregnant isn't the most fun, but I suppose it's better than moving with a newborn!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679532002394351282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6u-IlJqGzJQWj1i1AAGxAa8RbzGYZHx6ofufJFjLt3ViKWHcWFd0pTRCLyNqWwOQ1L0BbCsLY0YGb5nyJKc8u6Zh89uY114j2kghsajyI_RqrhX9kpbWExEhsFnCN4LDoZYy/s400/Breezewood+House.jpg" />So... in the last two weeks we have accepted a new job, bought a house, sold a house, found a doctor willing to deliver a full-term woman she's never met, packed a house, and shipped a car. Oh yeah, and fed, bathed, and entertained three kids under the age of 6 all the while trying to keep my legs crossed and up so that I don't go into labor. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Aaaaahhhh</span>... I am looking forward to sitting in front of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">woodstove</span> drinking a hot chocolate and watching the moose from my new front window. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679535681228313410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvruBJyx-BWLKheY4_aKv4fD3XnI4dvflF-zWENWtgvEDokst5KIW5jTJwb-osXttROwVII6ZKB2sKuRSHEqks8VABOvCgU9oKFziBXNlBCplk14htK-7q4DJdXk_dxb9ELtRa/s400/Sewing+Room.jpg" /> And... the best part... my new quilting room!!! Yippee! </div>Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-21867402642115062852011-10-31T13:11:00.006-08:002011-10-31T17:47:40.731-08:00New England vacationThis year's vacation took us to the East Coast to visit Brian's family. We had an amazing trip traveling with Brian's parents to Cape Cod, Lake Winipasaukee, and Janet's House in Harrisville, NH. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcRivEkVw07X6nbBY6Z2fufSGzrAFANDBVJKQG3A_vsUhbWOz29ShasdZBbIiyYODodLFzWepnIOHhZzlM5tW1bpROuYmQVRZLmhVhceliLcdoQ0gUV_WQXECIkAOqrxcTMBqm/s1600/New+England+2011+1579.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjne6fY-FQkIa39rmguWbeT91VNlNn1Q0nEUtAr8ld_cT32_pFhe74AgJ03QWuOzdhA6a8VbgyV9Ot5aTc6QKPrnUJ_VcwsJu_S7Yn_B1WVXbHrIr67yN0bRSg97xcb2XQKwh6X/s1600/New+England+2011+1547.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669826498672811378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjne6fY-FQkIa39rmguWbeT91VNlNn1Q0nEUtAr8ld_cT32_pFhe74AgJ03QWuOzdhA6a8VbgyV9Ot5aTc6QKPrnUJ_VcwsJu_S7Yn_B1WVXbHrIr67yN0bRSg97xcb2XQKwh6X/s320/New+England+2011+1547.JPG" /></a> Memere and Great-Memere kayaking at Janet's<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirePeC0PbQAcuiRb99u-8mwPIs1fSZVhGIO4pZwvAa50p2WCztbPl_Le0sp2YpidFgDqk15F3ka6oBObpbVMp3cAWCy2eM5EKBb00MRjJ7Ud4qqUcTFA62M4I948Dn7J4jBeOO/s1600/New+England+2011+1533.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669823730421532290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbp6AhdKAxlKNbKddyhPhSx6qzdACPjKoLn-xLlrK68uwotygAHqsQaRjO7_ZIJ37Ir7ZN3VvFu3_-1oAtCHX-Hd6nOtCo6LAHeOkZ16fHwGafoIl-qqNdjiSx58MVVgUv1nM/s320/1404.jpg" /></a> The Leger Women<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1atz9RqQm6bWAEdMkW951JWpnUbpcG0lvIfUDTQHoOwgjgt1Ds4cul3Xj_ITq6eumggbXNfxmnrA0i42GS5vAc5yB1kpIjDMRbrN0IE5x6JDNaDgPBxsPmzJFefs3b6ltrR8D/s1600/1379.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669823719700153154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1atz9RqQm6bWAEdMkW951JWpnUbpcG0lvIfUDTQHoOwgjgt1Ds4cul3Xj_ITq6eumggbXNfxmnrA0i42GS5vAc5yB1kpIjDMRbrN0IE5x6JDNaDgPBxsPmzJFefs3b6ltrR8D/s320/1379.jpg" /></a>Stonewall Farms<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6G6wlMVYtlCDw3jGrcoCD6nm1No0tJWtsOAiLLhjSGKOYl9lKVSYhyphenhyphengIIj6pQkcGtP7fJzgvX_dExL5PPz5Swjl1HrFMQwWw8GnUE7J5r7MQx1eN5QHmTv5QdLP7TMlQduIrV/s1600/1260.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669823718426049538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6G6wlMVYtlCDw3jGrcoCD6nm1No0tJWtsOAiLLhjSGKOYl9lKVSYhyphenhyphengIIj6pQkcGtP7fJzgvX_dExL5PPz5Swjl1HrFMQwWw8GnUE7J5r7MQx1eN5QHmTv5QdLP7TMlQduIrV/s320/1260.jpg" /></a>Kevin wrestling with the kiddos<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhknsemhYijSdgK8aAjoAbhGCSc5nGZqfzNbnASWjpFvvpeXb7xG3yjGYj9fnmt3BH98eZqbGVmhzGZkm37G4EKGB20uIIa1VtgEHHzYS8mtItf3YOV5K1Cx2Z7doSUGtlhpwSK/s1600/1228.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669823714806806098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhknsemhYijSdgK8aAjoAbhGCSc5nGZqfzNbnASWjpFvvpeXb7xG3yjGYj9fnmt3BH98eZqbGVmhzGZkm37G4EKGB20uIIa1VtgEHHzYS8mtItf3YOV5K1Cx2Z7doSUGtlhpwSK/s320/1228.jpg" /></a> Aunt Joyce<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs3N-O6TpKQRxiM2SqWHBE81Phs-KHY2ngQcV630yB6i58Nb2LX4mqn8xbp3EOMYXslBuQNS57Ua-mNBn72AlbNd_YRxB6pCMa19kgaACMaKFBfNkGlY1pR7h3sfl9TBuKgwmh/s1600/1046.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669819821084768658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs3N-O6TpKQRxiM2SqWHBE81Phs-KHY2ngQcV630yB6i58Nb2LX4mqn8xbp3EOMYXslBuQNS57Ua-mNBn72AlbNd_YRxB6pCMa19kgaACMaKFBfNkGlY1pR7h3sfl9TBuKgwmh/s320/1046.jpg" /></a>Uncle Al cracking Charlie up<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ16N3uBc2HaKOgyqY3GY0G_plAJ0BHtMKwG9x0ytJi1_Zt33l50OTkWtViLByrUiJ0YpTvQFgGzUvia2NQtPnf1kgxhUwZgPGVaBL2G3GfK-boYJ2rzwc_uvvLKr574XCVG7Y/s1600/989.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669819809374995954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ16N3uBc2HaKOgyqY3GY0G_plAJ0BHtMKwG9x0ytJi1_Zt33l50OTkWtViLByrUiJ0YpTvQFgGzUvia2NQtPnf1kgxhUwZgPGVaBL2G3GfK-boYJ2rzwc_uvvLKr574XCVG7Y/s320/989.jpg" /></a>Kailyn went kayaking all by herself!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrL2_hlYypbhrUDsc7mvxnjW6h2RGgoabNdYWF_u0pfODF_K8aUAkmHrlL463WAEPwCd6WoMg7X_-iQ86txbLAPfPUKQ4ouU6t5wFTvJw-34bbnxjZv5mn-71xsOGPEM30gO7T/s1600/979.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669819802655102962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrL2_hlYypbhrUDsc7mvxnjW6h2RGgoabNdYWF_u0pfODF_K8aUAkmHrlL463WAEPwCd6WoMg7X_-iQ86txbLAPfPUKQ4ouU6t5wFTvJw-34bbnxjZv5mn-71xsOGPEM30gO7T/s320/979.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheAvIhXny3JRiqQLKuRKuqjjI59El6nMWmMYcI2nd3bvprRwZQfEmc2jhpB6rC-7Yz3AoVsaKVpC512iTqZiPl2zPvf4SwEW4JX9exVySKNL2H7YPm7OtGg9hsJBMItp71JXS_/s1600/677.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669819798016570338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheAvIhXny3JRiqQLKuRKuqjjI59El6nMWmMYcI2nd3bvprRwZQfEmc2jhpB6rC-7Yz3AoVsaKVpC512iTqZiPl2zPvf4SwEW4JX9exVySKNL2H7YPm7OtGg9hsJBMItp71JXS_/s320/677.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFcARuq2Q1Db0FPmvzMm3-FSuzF9QxHeais5vAENN8LJmMEXsfXlwmrsGtZ0DFtB0P36gE8HgilMvQAHc-5FY-CwWDpqBj5REnKtJw9bLe0g1naMDrIA8eq71l-_3BcAUQwVyv/s1600/663.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669819792659197170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFcARuq2Q1Db0FPmvzMm3-FSuzF9QxHeais5vAENN8LJmMEXsfXlwmrsGtZ0DFtB0P36gE8HgilMvQAHc-5FY-CwWDpqBj5REnKtJw9bLe0g1naMDrIA8eq71l-_3BcAUQwVyv/s320/663.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXgngos40QOqKiwlcr8kwduXbek7Iio0UsfEfKkvKcsII9jGnGmo06dKvBgfhGUOvPqgwZVVVAajvJW9Y9OGBiQu0EuW1i4otsaGpAv78KyxkUAamhtcROT_d1uUHHckR3_AA1/s1600/478.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669771525324416642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXgngos40QOqKiwlcr8kwduXbek7Iio0UsfEfKkvKcsII9jGnGmo06dKvBgfhGUOvPqgwZVVVAajvJW9Y9OGBiQu0EuW1i4otsaGpAv78KyxkUAamhtcROT_d1uUHHckR3_AA1/s320/478.jpg" /></a>Picking apples<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJN9XXJi1CXEwos5DSennxB47-DJ6b_MQVXSUFlXVZkzU2-QBRnqkA31_27OtR6F-HeZPSenFzsgySGzLCNHWhxA8S92-TY2rK6HDQSHLbI-EK1iywKjlwyeb-N9oVbrbDFNy/s1600/472.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669771516087907938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJN9XXJi1CXEwos5DSennxB47-DJ6b_MQVXSUFlXVZkzU2-QBRnqkA31_27OtR6F-HeZPSenFzsgySGzLCNHWhxA8S92-TY2rK6HDQSHLbI-EK1iywKjlwyeb-N9oVbrbDFNy/s320/472.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinWyG6vnVy3pHAgSwvkzbD2w9ajB4OFg8NithecNZ4FAFMaPufvZ4iTr0_9DjvQB5UnxIZSjC8yGc0m1omhzHDVEhnTl3wJiY7Br9PgrkUZ1W7waX9IfcuopssotYi7Uyk_a1y/s1600/446.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669771504358443586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinWyG6vnVy3pHAgSwvkzbD2w9ajB4OFg8NithecNZ4FAFMaPufvZ4iTr0_9DjvQB5UnxIZSjC8yGc0m1omhzHDVEhnTl3wJiY7Br9PgrkUZ1W7waX9IfcuopssotYi7Uyk_a1y/s320/446.jpg" /></a>King of the Hill!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs8K6pgsfjjaFewXHceHBwcg0uUFVHyWPLyS3UakFmfkmByd2GKG0Feq5EHKJ4VsUgVixA6prLwHSiu7m3XFr6PH9IOLV8wxQr3paSPj4ntA0LJ2Or5wfml77pb0m8D-C2XuEk/s1600/420.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669771498022870850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs8K6pgsfjjaFewXHceHBwcg0uUFVHyWPLyS3UakFmfkmByd2GKG0Feq5EHKJ4VsUgVixA6prLwHSiu7m3XFr6PH9IOLV8wxQr3paSPj4ntA0LJ2Or5wfml77pb0m8D-C2XuEk/s320/420.jpg" /></a> Aiden turned 2 on the trip, meaning he only flew free one way. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Aiden!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWC5KHnwIeGbp07mnK1I45Ejix2_yZLg8WzY3iTSd1fM95T5PTSS_C9ihCDPH2P4BON6bK3AxH_U1chLnHwSJAasdd1PQcKlcAVpe5_7wkW1tGUkHAMUHuEAxOBF960nqMM1J1/s1600/301.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669771493502804402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWC5KHnwIeGbp07mnK1I45Ejix2_yZLg8WzY3iTSd1fM95T5PTSS_C9ihCDPH2P4BON6bK3AxH_U1chLnHwSJAasdd1PQcKlcAVpe5_7wkW1tGUkHAMUHuEAxOBF960nqMM1J1/s320/301.jpg" /></a>Cape Cod<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLsWwPbLk2J4d54yA9afBmENT0WY9dju3f5TLivueZwlkiO5iQcYCnhw1XkuvsmOFc7pst5Rr1r90OyL34qmIAUbLPXKy_ZX_c9u5E0ITX0gdWa9Tlr1Mzvmt_MaWmUptJtcwI/s1600/268.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669769169761798754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLsWwPbLk2J4d54yA9afBmENT0WY9dju3f5TLivueZwlkiO5iQcYCnhw1XkuvsmOFc7pst5Rr1r90OyL34qmIAUbLPXKy_ZX_c9u5E0ITX0gdWa9Tlr1Mzvmt_MaWmUptJtcwI/s320/268.jpg" /></a> There's Baby #4 hiding out in my belly... <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaw1NvvMIB6aRHNBW7ABSIjzFt8swvUj0NRFMVUv3tsCer29MwyxmZpOH3KiM8hMk3Ccuh0fZXyQ33Bqdw29L9zpGEDgecrgRX2WX92LdjdDEDDdC-aYdT5QsVSDvEneV4cwHw/s1600/266.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669769167359216802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaw1NvvMIB6aRHNBW7ABSIjzFt8swvUj0NRFMVUv3tsCer29MwyxmZpOH3KiM8hMk3Ccuh0fZXyQ33Bqdw29L9zpGEDgecrgRX2WX92LdjdDEDDdC-aYdT5QsVSDvEneV4cwHw/s320/266.jpg" /></a> Tom & Peg, aka Papa & Memere<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyEJ1iRC32tQWWffimx-yWUf5cbrUGMcYZFeGz7ZLY5huPYLlGVCTUtncNAkpzv2OAhgWWY_jkRQsySATThw2rvv0RB52AEaxOc1aQb0ADDZW7jtOH09mvnGkaiRGi6YG7GEE9/s1600/260.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669769147631743794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyEJ1iRC32tQWWffimx-yWUf5cbrUGMcYZFeGz7ZLY5huPYLlGVCTUtncNAkpzv2OAhgWWY_jkRQsySATThw2rvv0RB52AEaxOc1aQb0ADDZW7jtOH09mvnGkaiRGi6YG7GEE9/s320/260.jpg" /></a> That crazy bird stole Charlie's apple!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaRBUOL3Brr16tgZa5kNa79WSvweKTizdLWeZcbQnVeXnik6bAfLDxNektKcT6rRjTMJ54lfg02uLb1SDQTjevwrzXFI1t1czpX8shTmw4gUmtn5FfODJYtkWxvFCigCNN5FfB/s1600/193.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669769143381539074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaRBUOL3Brr16tgZa5kNa79WSvweKTizdLWeZcbQnVeXnik6bAfLDxNektKcT6rRjTMJ54lfg02uLb1SDQTjevwrzXFI1t1czpX8shTmw4gUmtn5FfODJYtkWxvFCigCNN5FfB/s320/193.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDKjA88Dfv4bc9mg6veuGkX64gjDY8Wrg-c391KWxODJfZqWubuPpjVouZ-TTEDYm6MlYmGFiTTSW_VY6ItOBjMPH3-uGac1HHOuSJAKeA-rcUmPNc9qKBLu3RC8Ze1Pyr-CvT/s1600/048.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669769139374238866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDKjA88Dfv4bc9mg6veuGkX64gjDY8Wrg-c391KWxODJfZqWubuPpjVouZ-TTEDYm6MlYmGFiTTSW_VY6ItOBjMPH3-uGac1HHOuSJAKeA-rcUmPNc9qKBLu3RC8Ze1Pyr-CvT/s320/048.jpg" /></a> Riding Thomas the Tank Engine</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-76587938229987228892011-03-08T12:51:00.014-09:002011-03-08T14:34:16.955-09:00The proverbial "grass" only looks greener if you don't water your own lawn.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHIWvd7EXfy3eXAhBkPXNSWPyVFsBJ399eZg_UbhkzlS0Irm4dEP6qoJp2UZb2Eql87z0a6JdUPRsoR_Bvh0ublqri4zcVuJ4HsTi5lHZ4jNicYqmdHU7_KIpsg7WYkeau29UJ/s1600/DSCN3894.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581851277480288642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHIWvd7EXfy3eXAhBkPXNSWPyVFsBJ399eZg_UbhkzlS0Irm4dEP6qoJp2UZb2Eql87z0a6JdUPRsoR_Bvh0ublqri4zcVuJ4HsTi5lHZ4jNicYqmdHU7_KIpsg7WYkeau29UJ/s320/DSCN3894.JPG" /></a>I've known many people that thought that they... I don't know... had the best house. Or the best car. Or the best hair. Or whatever. Who cares is what I wonder. It just seems to be a silly way to look at things - always wondering if what you have is better than the next guy's. Because there is ALWAYS someone, something, somewhere that is <em>better.</em> Even if what you have is great.<br /><br />BUT. Can you be snobby about the place that you live? Really, I can think of no place that I have traveled that rivals my home. I have been to many BEAUTIFUL places, but being able to raise my family in a place that has THIS in just a six minute drive and about an hour snowshoe... come on.... I think that I REALLY DO LIVE IN THE BEST PLACE IN THE WORLD. There is no better. Sure, we have some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ornery</span> weather, but when it's nice, it's NICE! I'm watering my "lawn," and it's looking <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">gooooood</span>!!!!<br /><br />In case you are not familiar with Valdez, these icebergs are "floating" in a frozen lake. They are different every year, though always amazing. The ice that you see is probably a bazillion years old. The rocks that are still frozen inside have probably been frozen there since our ancestors tossed them aside in search of a better shaped one.<br /><br />OK. I am a little imaginative, I suppose, but what a fun adventure we were able to go on.... all the while searching for lost or hurt animals (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kailyn's</span> concern). We chose not to point out what was most likely some bear prints. With the strange weather we've been having, it looks like they are waking up a little early this year.<br /><br />Total side note: Good morning, bears. Please eat lots of fish and berries, and stay away from our backyard. We would really like to play there this summer.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581841568208508402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr49stTSrGXurAZ40T6FkNr2F8CzHDKmQJiLjcoaJ4s4VzLUIz1ZHuDr-XfqhWlBW0s_WkRDK0VpFYvGPCgnnmh-2FzMnQLG1dKm4kcXdA1ty0qLbDfm5QI8Xz6JWdOf3NFyJ_/s320/DSCN3907.JPG" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqHBlkyhFYLO3_-eNuD-PDF0j0kkblvOLyphHQkcWTo5FRkZn7fqdm_YwBP3sgXU9GilTFHfrA0uFQrE6sn6b9bNieJac3jQedz6EnjcsjfZQKPcP9TjkGx-rZp5M4PpO4Wfg5/s1600/DSCN3908.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581834850483952114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqHBlkyhFYLO3_-eNuD-PDF0j0kkblvOLyphHQkcWTo5FRkZn7fqdm_YwBP3sgXU9GilTFHfrA0uFQrE6sn6b9bNieJac3jQedz6EnjcsjfZQKPcP9TjkGx-rZp5M4PpO4Wfg5/s320/DSCN3908.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiJlNV1auioXBIqazCNv7lJ1Kti7wygltCa-dNqsHYt7DJQUtzG7n5fCBd0isYakcTn6HW_eHBsC60U6fMoAtOfYL2nocQ6SMpK5dtEiwfigd-dlQ9e4M7xAL4vgrgptEMPpmh/s1600/DSCN3904.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581834849505177042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiJlNV1auioXBIqazCNv7lJ1Kti7wygltCa-dNqsHYt7DJQUtzG7n5fCBd0isYakcTn6HW_eHBsC60U6fMoAtOfYL2nocQ6SMpK5dtEiwfigd-dlQ9e4M7xAL4vgrgptEMPpmh/s320/DSCN3904.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKLx0FmaRfIcTVgtTlPXTODQfTu-Klzg6Nh6lF7uJEVYhNJ1kHXPAPdrAden_RKwkzSI5zxR6VZcfdo-exRdH47Fg-3gfzl_navcYkOALMQiyDmlOmWdkYng6Q1O17f2XSo7Cs/s1600/DSCN3902.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581834844859958610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKLx0FmaRfIcTVgtTlPXTODQfTu-Klzg6Nh6lF7uJEVYhNJ1kHXPAPdrAden_RKwkzSI5zxR6VZcfdo-exRdH47Fg-3gfzl_navcYkOALMQiyDmlOmWdkYng6Q1O17f2XSo7Cs/s320/DSCN3902.JPG" /></a>Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-45801135519888730192011-02-04T21:56:00.008-09:002011-02-04T22:35:12.167-09:00Bath Time!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570098012194700498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNWkAZD9OcGdVJrv8plgkipe4Ua_w2KJfboXjTxbFak5lA_FowI0bz5rJUnytU3yD1XV1ylWedmV4dNk0-edrDfi2rvnW1T4psmYH0ukIuUc_9MvvlhgNfsEfCxGEWm_8kwV8I/s320/014.JPG" />Brian had an unexpected meeting tonight, so I decided to switch my morning "shoot" to tonight. He's booked up Sunday, I'm booked up tomorrow afternoon, and then he leaves on Monday for Anchorage for the week. I hate to sneak away all by myself when I will be all alone for several days next week anyways! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570100943822579506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE0OAOXjPTAYvVbCMm3flBKqdSOtwnsTYkyvvqisAnmGpP9uOgbdelqUKnnBVD63dbDVzh7hILhWYcbove66Qu-K9S3-MN8cbpbvo7y-E4k5dWtoZvO8ylkPpMzRD0x5WbPPts/s320/043.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570100955152176690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_dm4dKPUehAxrbSbEFrU4baepK5vJiBZFY7HCEL0DKnuUU6baUiEsrLIUuSpxBm6Yx193_AJRbj7mScPMane_hKszRnS-C7djhBItLJoAbbYJ2-DvpeUoKwtlFvFCztoduTe2/s320/091.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570100939523625234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8l0Kh32_vE2ezF4Wb9pJqrJ0WfS6EFJFrJ7rdxMvq-lv1zwjxBx5H4L4X3XFMxOlEY9khbLiEX07Zax4LjxXSsNrFlgu3zJUnPAw3k2jL3aacjPJ8B57VoZcatwIz_WNdNJZF/s320/038.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570098026841897890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoKxsecCM1vINmYViXGXqpgas_YHO88NP02LZNyWLrrcptZB8JEwR6BrG0VDyzpdiTXk1T4Sie1MAeBG7WvY_Rj8Vb-1tbsr7qlqo2mPyNoH09GbJaciZItEfS0AZhbToKjw1h/s320/036.JPG" /> <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div></div><div>Not one to take advantage of the GREAT OPPORTUNITY to go to bed early, I had a FABULOUS time giving baths! There are 3 towels soaking up the water, and the rug is hanging from the rod to drip dry. The water was cold when I got the boys out - I can't believe <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">how</span> kids just don't care about that stuff. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570098017111606850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJCF5QmziHKqfzUOUctl_NNn4ZYN-CsCmer9mn5C35A2VvBVocgzo4yRWhZCT96q0AA252ypKQp_FQbiX0sZNufmOCkS-u7WBRtL1AUWdvj3SZwxowMq5a8p1Ht4AtKWebiK_/s320/017.JPG" /></div>If you're wondering why his face is blue, please, read on to the next post. He also got a bath yesterday. This is what is stubbornly sticking to him.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570100958083793618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ZCGr5Qd-L5FMtU37bt9EyTgYOwPXqYF-uThDdlo-EpK6cwakCPOTSMYmtK_rOC1tEwfRvgiZYKxEObrHqnvQ1kO13XLrZddTDnUIkyjjY9te-0OhcpRE0KVU627_ob-_U8v1/s320/101.JPG" /> <div>The funniest part was when Charlie noticed the camera and put his arm around <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Aiden</span>. I did not ask him to do this, he just did... and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Aiden</span> wasn't all too pleased. I just love Charlie's little face... it is so sweet that he is trying so hard!</div><div>-</div><div></div><div></div><div>This week we are working on shutter speed. All these pictures are shot in shutter priority with no flash, except the last one. So far, I really like this mode; you are able to do alot of really fun stuff with it!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-90563086232409420472011-02-03T14:18:00.006-09:002011-02-03T15:40:12.196-09:00One of those days.I woke up with the kids today. I try to wake up first, really, I do, but sometimes I just can't do it. It's my only real hope for looking presentable, but sometimes I just can't swing my cozy, warm, lazy legs over the side of that bed and make it happen.<br /><br />Charlie seemed to be happy. Until <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Aiden</span> offered the idea that he'd like to share Charlie's dump truck. By taking it from him. This was tantrum number one. A full <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">fledge</span>, flopping like a fish on the floor, tantrum. Good morning to you. Good morning to me.<br /><br /><div>Then <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kailyn</span> began to cry because she was traumatized by Willie jumping in her bed to snuggle. I was able (somehow) to get her laughing because she is so cool that everyone, brothers and pets alike, all want to be with, or on, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kailyn</span>. And it's true. She is one cool kid. </div><br /><div>Downstairs we went. There were just enough bagels for the kids. Yippee. Not nearly enough raspberries. Not yippee. Charlie wanted more, preferably of the ones that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Aiden</span> was shoveling into his mouth. Tantrum number two. (Charlie, not me.) And yes, it's another full <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">fledge</span>, flopping like a fish on the floor, tantrum. </div><br />Then <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">everyone's</span> cue to immediately begin screaming and swinging from the light fixtures. The phone rang. Yeah. No caller ID on the phone in the kitchen, so I answered it. It's the guy with THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HOUSE ON LAKE <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">WINAPASAUKEE</span>. And I answered it. Ugh.<br /><br />Trying to escape the chaos, I walked into the living room, leaving Charlie at the bar with his breakfast. This I have done many many times in the past. So my sweetheart of a child, who was eating his breakfast quietly (DANG IT.... should have been a clue), found a marker that was left out from the night before. Blasted, non-washable, dark blue marker. And redecorated MY ENTIRE KITCHEN with it.<br /><br />This he did with the most amazing efficiency that I have yet to see when I could use it, like, say.... when we are trying to get <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kailyn</span> to school in the morning. No need for efficiency then. But mom could be off the phone any minute, so he WENT TO TOWN. And fast. My floor, every single wood <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">bar stool</span>, the high chairs, the back of the bar, and the bar itself.<br /><br />Having two boys 13 months apart has changed my outlook a little, just saying. Most of these days I can step back and laugh. Sometimes I cry, but I really try my best to laugh.<br /><br />But today I could not laugh. Ever have one of those days?<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569617376501987714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYiWtZJdrqLxp44hyCqx5T2xJdzOFHMJJz74dYpHlQ0KEpmq-JWoEXWQdEQkHbc1gq_iesvgL1djWS-JEGloWpS_fvOVtT0eUTY8TpqHRirLSHqWnTDeFZdcLxo5wWuFrzUsS6/s320/121.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569617380771545378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNis21O5B6J8lEEfvZdDR6cU-8MKKeAChBQYgfyWhLdcbjqk3CP8xmOPb4XhSiYwp-ksH1VNTY9pzDQEu3N4ISlcwJzxsWpi9Nq-dnC_HeOk6YN3PSlLJ34dV9Mh7ejjnnt2Ak/s320/135.JPG" />Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-61602798855453427302011-02-02T15:16:00.010-09:002011-02-03T12:14:21.732-09:00Girl's Weekend<p align="justify">Kailyn and I had our first Girls' Weekend last month. It was <strong><em>CRAZY</em></strong>, and I think that I fell asleep before her both nights! We hung out with some hunkie college guys, got piercings, and even hit the slopes! </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwQWqzCSuMdetCuwNgOlEkf8yULy8jGkjbVWJRyR3maFeSSglGf4XXdwgKnUJNu8AB3CYPxsn3Fpqn0WlEN06_ItQmPXZkkf18PmBM-As_s_bjr83cerxvLmtQfgtSaomlj3tj/s1600/December+2010+011.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569552916659463426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwQWqzCSuMdetCuwNgOlEkf8yULy8jGkjbVWJRyR3maFeSSglGf4XXdwgKnUJNu8AB3CYPxsn3Fpqn0WlEN06_ItQmPXZkkf18PmBM-As_s_bjr83cerxvLmtQfgtSaomlj3tj/s320/December+2010+011.JPG" /></a></p><p align="justify">OK. So the "hunkie college guys" were Eric the ski instructor and Uncle Mike. The piercings were in Kailyn's ears. And while we "hit the slopes," it was my second and Kailyn's first time skiing. We stayed on the bunny hill the entire time, minus one trip up the lift.<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0rATm7yBDcWKEhmdAN63Pd2_bOaccUeLCLrtPzLnbjfCL07-WBMyl7QnCmI_nDdFkQpL9bOkVIhRc8q0gaLAbsLlRXxWzSoPLWAYkOwbuW3rQDsZD_w67KZ0wRwBfH0Lnum_/s1600/December+2010+023.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569555045746074242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0rATm7yBDcWKEhmdAN63Pd2_bOaccUeLCLrtPzLnbjfCL07-WBMyl7QnCmI_nDdFkQpL9bOkVIhRc8q0gaLAbsLlRXxWzSoPLWAYkOwbuW3rQDsZD_w67KZ0wRwBfH0Lnum_/s320/December+2010+023.JPG" /></a></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569565287673839570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKq9eCdRfIQL6k6r5_gRnMvw5lFisvY7SzCw3aZU7IPk-IYlVYsCnSdZHVyrJ1WqLO_cVcCeOgW_k2t6qOZBMWY6zssCMeJWOMZwnPfTh5OA6VI4_quxli4m_eeOmbubYeiTNs/s320/December+2010+035.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569566082849926786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjDfIsQQ46p4ub7zllCKy2hfOkVgC0cGd-JlyhQynzeJo5AdpjS_zJSgK4mtZxLdSvSCYST0H6tqE_37Pefi-G-Dm80lEpP5uDISnqTIVBeULLzEss-YHR2VEuzu4aOyK98sMI/s320/December+2010+037.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569568977866675794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfh4hX4elHMIEAK-N7gTYQeneFGonePPEaD1TAbOV8GJbO1Gy2fmUsnx9MD1IG1cmJsCMhOXZci1tjEpMg9fC_BvZuBG1hbNLka8RBeUl6TgzGzidvnoai5_0nS1XOv0Eac77G/s320/December+2010+044.JPG" />But that's not the story I'm sticking to =).Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-30733958684010200672011-01-31T16:25:00.013-09:002011-01-31T19:45:02.621-09:00Sunrise in Alaska<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUVpeKLZ2rnuU8v5bT2ljlnFpUIiDWjPP8-JHgEdAjn7GIJ_FjfCfVTIfBaWvcSdt5zdy5h9gYGRETmO7oKofePGPgJME-rungMg3O5lH9E1kAawt4-LfVH8bUaIwCpE7FbaQ/s1600/Photo-3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 402px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568530252353395218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUVpeKLZ2rnuU8v5bT2ljlnFpUIiDWjPP8-JHgEdAjn7GIJ_FjfCfVTIfBaWvcSdt5zdy5h9gYGRETmO7oKofePGPgJME-rungMg3O5lH9E1kAawt4-LfVH8bUaIwCpE7FbaQ/s320/Photo-3.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUVpeKLZ2rnuU8v5bT2ljlnFpUIiDWjPP8-JHgEdAjn7GIJ_FjfCfVTIfBaWvcSdt5zdy5h9gYGRETmO7oKofePGPgJME-rungMg3O5lH9E1kAawt4-LfVH8bUaIwCpE7FbaQ/s1600/Photo-3.jpg"></a> Hawaii has nothing on us. NYC skyline... bring it on. Hands down, I am blessed to live in the most beautiful place that I have ever seen.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div></div><div>After taking <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kailyn</span> to school on Friday, I ventured out to take some pictures for my new photography class and ended up refreshing my soul. </div><div>-</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>It was an amazing morning. The air was a little chilly, and I'll admit that I was thankful for my warm truck with a cup of coffee waiting for me! But I was excited for the excuse to get out by myself and enjoy the quiet as the world wakes up. </div><br /><div></div><div>There is something about hearing the wings of an eagle as it soars overhead looking for a meal. Or wondering what that sound is and finally realizing it's the ripples of a duck swimming away because you've startled it. Seeing the steam begin to rise off the water as the air warms a little faster than the water. The colors, the smells... it is all almost overwhelming and you can't help but feel alive and thankful. And such a small piece of such a big world. But a piece just the same.</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO9aDPiqJw5FXFlrk46su-SQiDnLm6QhJ0rQqkkHslfwGPdwsmrGHLCjtW3CyTStncL4oKtwX9qJb_vOtsHaI8qZzPm1bkeclMxM8RyzmLnPg2dthKvHucdQLvRlLsEHQPMLSz/s1600/Photo-1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 289px; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568531691671435410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO9aDPiqJw5FXFlrk46su-SQiDnLm6QhJ0rQqkkHslfwGPdwsmrGHLCjtW3CyTStncL4oKtwX9qJb_vOtsHaI8qZzPm1bkeclMxM8RyzmLnPg2dthKvHucdQLvRlLsEHQPMLSz/s320/Photo-1.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgySRGcDgHHvR1UPsuJTS8t8JgHQKFE-v1OnwB-qBYBW0W3E3wTFSfwcvLA71mxrHn5yIsBsZjkcF59-tPR7lKPQLp2JEyGM7pFHfIXEBuxntfxSGI0VZfTTGZcbBG83QkpJI9c/s1600/Photo-2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 293px; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568531695917374946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgySRGcDgHHvR1UPsuJTS8t8JgHQKFE-v1OnwB-qBYBW0W3E3wTFSfwcvLA71mxrHn5yIsBsZjkcF59-tPR7lKPQLp2JEyGM7pFHfIXEBuxntfxSGI0VZfTTGZcbBG83QkpJI9c/s320/Photo-2.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div></div></div></div></div>Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-57652154839204403532011-01-26T15:33:00.009-09:002011-01-26T16:48:40.810-09:00Photography ClassSo I was having some weird headaches a few months ago. Still get one every so often, but the scariest part to me was that I had white lights floating around so densely that I could not see. Which led me to the doctor, who believes that I have occular migraines. Great. They are not the worst headaches I get, by far, but they aren't really fun either.<br /><br />Since we are trying for Baby #4, the doctor says there is nothing that can be done about said headaches. I can just take preventative measures. No more chocolate. No more coffee. I didn't hear any others after that.<br /><br />Hmmm... makes me think the headaches really aren't THAT BAD. I mean, there's not much worse than a life without coffee and chocolate. OK. There's a lot worse, but for me, those two things really help me be tolerable to the rest of society. Really, I am CRABBY when I am tired and without a chocolate fix. So not healthy but so very true.<br /><br />The other thing that she suggested was that I take time to myself each and every day. Whether it's a 30-minute walk, quilting, reading a book, taking a class.... anything that involves just me doing something that makes me relax. Sounds great and easy in a dream-world, but a little trickier in mine.<br /><br />What I have done is tried to set myself up so that these things are available when I do have time. Brian fixed the treadmill. I finished my craft room. I read at least 20 minutes each night. And I signed up for a college class.<br /><br />I COULD NOT WAIT for the first night. I'll just leave it at this: our Tuesdays are just short of CRAZY. When I got to the classroom, I was so excited to be back in a learning environment. And in a "fun" class.<br /><br />I was looking forward to the relaxing atmosphere of a freshman/ sophomore level class again. <em>Whatever!!!</em> We have an assignment, a quiz, and 2-4 hours in the lab... every week! There's also a research paper! I was a little put off by the amount of time this class would require, but finally decided that it would be worth it to learn how to use my Nikon.<br /><br />Here are a couple of pictures from my first "shoot." No edits yet, he just wants us to get in the habit of trying new things and taking lots and lots of pictures. The major hurdle that I need to get over is learning to step out of the picture to be able to take a picture. Especially with little guys, it's hard to not be an active participant in the play!!!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566672668496307106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGBI0AVm4fE9JdPKgoO5LIiv8MNcQ0EYSL08frbS9Ox7Ye1OWzMvJsS1K-6pI9JZep6Q3VMIBFiHQHVS_TJhvrAIaloXJMx8DzWxTBvlpZ4SqEbN0cb6WywRh3Zln8HKd2VRh/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566672664826713874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQYZN0vlfCXktKLfqgpNLczXMsI5fjVHkqKolrgQX4DNRGeEsn8IWkQzUA7KXLib3fo5lrBEzd3L9LP3kajaAuvdE4WfAcBsCq3GaePnZ1mZrsXe_ib95Hohtw6Fg1gWf2wFmq/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566673845624479330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuGi-UDkH0cst-LE4O1C_TS1AY8SoAuG9tXwuPM-qYk9Nk3Zo_10D7T2hnlq3ZkEmUqCB21ElGEuUI4F9PzWuACg-58O6aQrhHT1vtv-LgmkQ4Tlz2CEF7C_d2Ux_h8xrKEuDy/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" />Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-56322337728375210302011-01-11T12:06:00.003-09:002011-01-11T12:34:25.929-09:00Christmas... Before & AfterChristmas morning with three little ones is so magical.... with minimal regrets I took only before and after pictures. For the majority of the middle, I sat back and enjoyed my family and the blessings that they bring.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561041441072344706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe7xQApn8kMRXCCmgUh6gQG6E5VBtGn64hEm0oasi6H1AjuA8BtNYuTUDllxb9vJA4-rk0xprOXwLNtTwsUW22tXZgb4jFM-uKif44U4BOR9A6KqC8tiPruyzUlMBSBPcdOcoa/s320/December+2010+006.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWMzzsVuiL-z46VUSzTq_8m3-KBhae0sggpUSsQZF3riZiOWZyBat-kjKw7InXqtqbQ6ZjqtNX8fG0fek924sJX1b-DKplJg-7VaA26jfdrOHw42sAvOHQCXe4K4IX1yV0_WX/s1600/December+2010+032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561041457891387682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWMzzsVuiL-z46VUSzTq_8m3-KBhae0sggpUSsQZF3riZiOWZyBat-kjKw7InXqtqbQ6ZjqtNX8fG0fek924sJX1b-DKplJg-7VaA26jfdrOHw42sAvOHQCXe4K4IX1yV0_WX/s320/December+2010+032.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc6iQ1d9WxHJ5Ym4P6q2Z6Rpr-uQqNLbD-vofwTdQbtMV8k9F6Ix91cHI4KpxumXQrVBz-gbhpwPveOD43vvAqlq9hhkga_o4rB1KspsIyD5RjHS4ghBTglpiKh6p4DlO_mnj7/s1600/December+2010+027.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561041449557288610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc6iQ1d9WxHJ5Ym4P6q2Z6Rpr-uQqNLbD-vofwTdQbtMV8k9F6Ix91cHI4KpxumXQrVBz-gbhpwPveOD43vvAqlq9hhkga_o4rB1KspsIyD5RjHS4ghBTglpiKh6p4DlO_mnj7/s320/December+2010+027.JPG" /></a> <div><div> </div></div></div>Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-88741363243774409302010-12-04T18:37:00.006-09:002010-12-04T20:31:15.788-09:00Cleaning the kids upChanging up our routine a little, I asked Brian to clean up the kids while I started dishes. I thought that he was being so sweet and also vacuuming the floor.... then I came out to this:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoHY5T1cWEPkzH86l-T0o34WQVyF6EkS18ujmszRDNdWwYeDz_Yj_zYzdBw1Z3M2cc5dsA-Vdjfp7i5awyNcDvNtbUvkIc-MA5923bB7NH1S4yS2kZKoGmRVIW6qOT2BCPF3yO/s1600/December+2101+087.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547039165479514226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoHY5T1cWEPkzH86l-T0o34WQVyF6EkS18ujmszRDNdWwYeDz_Yj_zYzdBw1Z3M2cc5dsA-Vdjfp7i5awyNcDvNtbUvkIc-MA5923bB7NH1S4yS2kZKoGmRVIW6qOT2BCPF3yO/s320/December+2101+087.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioLSc1A0IsstwcemFf8l_NKhrHk9-D58RrMv_MHRAVkyxYvqqonYgTd984WRpNMGnCxmlVY5Yla-4Fyv7X4Fjc_L__2qNtOpzj1Nso819Qpi9M7q57DXVLceoSa1nYu3obFLrt/s1600/December+2101+083.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547039167087996098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioLSc1A0IsstwcemFf8l_NKhrHk9-D58RrMv_MHRAVkyxYvqqonYgTd984WRpNMGnCxmlVY5Yla-4Fyv7X4Fjc_L__2qNtOpzj1Nso819Qpi9M7q57DXVLceoSa1nYu3obFLrt/s320/December+2101+083.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFj4r7QW2GYbAcVIBupc-MqkFq7HGHnEW5EWnzEc-hSvMDlggDgMPyD6L193AGS5PItS6HGmTuCROa7SLG92AErMqnZgiFXf0q2xCV4GijeR-FDG6c8PfRnZs0AyB5Z-yWE1Un/s1600/December+2101+080.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547039156012454354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFj4r7QW2GYbAcVIBupc-MqkFq7HGHnEW5EWnzEc-hSvMDlggDgMPyD6L193AGS5PItS6HGmTuCROa7SLG92AErMqnZgiFXf0q2xCV4GijeR-FDG6c8PfRnZs0AyB5Z-yWE1Un/s320/December+2101+080.JPG" /></a> <div><div> </div><div>I haven't laughed so hard in a while. But... it got the job done! No complaints from this momma, I guess!</div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div></div>Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-4237858292329189112010-11-27T14:20:00.008-09:002010-11-27T20:37:25.936-09:00Christmas Tree... Check<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjet4pZrhTB_almq1D6ngjILfVxzouHVjVqF5ZWaJQRSdLJa59Tk0mKg3a6HRGWfWc0rgMQ19aNKoUQFwUsQGs6K-R3QzBfzNyXPN48DCyYZ7nWo-3mmGwq6z0xn0him_QoGDZe/s1600/Christmas+tree+020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544376309997513218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjet4pZrhTB_almq1D6ngjILfVxzouHVjVqF5ZWaJQRSdLJa59Tk0mKg3a6HRGWfWc0rgMQ19aNKoUQFwUsQGs6K-R3QzBfzNyXPN48DCyYZ7nWo-3mmGwq6z0xn0him_QoGDZe/s320/Christmas+tree+020.JPG" /></a> <div><div>It felt weird crunching through an inch of snow instead of a few feet, but we found our tree just the same!! The outside is finished... now onto decorating the inside!</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544377137745768162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJbNCmUPwutF23Ad1xlKVqYOj1afbJDz4ToUzuXB6IDn-Y3kEpzzhdD7J-bDwpe5Ejg4jeckz3sxxXRFsCkWxyLWpz05D_NIVJ4IhN2g6eHr3DOz-3VkdXXw1-GTyFVXbD9nMV/s320/lights.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544375448839779570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMhTcelGyziOGqUuOnADtNPnrR2MdqABQ6FK0ECRIHWQgow_fyN0znDTY8XbIXEcER3LOnmIzu8Q5OBFjixOryu471ni7gLqzIVhrIna3nPz-_zMyItXWeUJ20orkcB7c1S60m/s320/Christmas+tree+003.JPG" />Here's the one.... right before we chopped it down! It's always such a fun time when we make the final choice.<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544375454500103394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL3-NNtycNPbGckY5DuwbNCpnANgTKgpkq8akhEZy0qG1gf4k4v5bzt3XpyruK-UTrYRTjsE2reIH5y-5uiH6PUNyXcPS6uEzJ06jSPXggIzeCjkSpZS95Wkb_gyIhqxW0DjS1/s320/Christmas+tree+005.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544375468127992450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ttxGMvKGYdfxqQV__ckY1LU4Tyz1-eSI6sPITJ1VbhuB9bvShwu6XB8-K42jYcCslLlOgHznUqlZaQQcNi7H8hchHHEQd35lFSrhsnIpjvGha71i1vB4_ZLzCkvotrw0Gro3/s320/Christmas+tree+008.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544376300508283250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4sVenPMrgt2-lm6I4NDzygHpUetY0Kn0BJhjPY_pANEDvmM1tG6XauOqLeJutPsxeWp41eHHXKNq7JmSb0sy5nYwaEr6TAOmKRRLoMYhfjassfBJsbrdXINlPxAOfHsICA-9P/s320/Christmas+tree+013.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544376303700300242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk1V7YfBuIgE10DMx9QGUw0U6o0px9re3syRMuB1KCPLBlRto85bCoMEaymdmifF4XjzczsMt4ScoPEEX0GFW46qFHJXFgRwKg7HH6msx4-iE2JHncssIakln3RaOD1NlQdYty/s320/Christmas+tree+016.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544376309506176834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7NE7tiBDousY2y9M1U-78CB1acNDtGV29z-o-1iNrfx8rRU-0bVUyj5YFlKaNLtD3ReyyxUcF8fdEqHSfXN15Sy7t77OzqvV44CJ1IaMUzt891NW6V3Q7bGblBr4eZ1h4Ps8R/s320/Christmas+tree+019.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544376300354130962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqyG95uo8isOqJk-zI9aEutsx0xmNI4IfTvN93xxCi3A94LE86G5HkMlt0yfLglbere4yl525x1A3UWGZTCKshvnNKlYXDujw13LW91-J5wKj6qIj6sQyZdDr5toX0iK3iGtiw/s320/Christmas+tree+012.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544465012130136914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgomrZ8QyJ6O0BWv6M26P0VO3kuSv3ggiX6-qyzNFx34rNe_l3USExUVm2xCLRH5WUEFrJRLFKK4vPhjP8kfXJJ5lFQL3jO5cRLg2yrGZ_2VoLpsy5IB-anG02zUYSWcmF7gRql/s320/Christmas+tree+2010+007.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544465021014892226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOpoLSs_c8XVP-Um53nhJkfVXjudUcIj136eIcQc_1_gpAPg_M7kKDV7s3msk45U6eZametRUalBXhUL4uJKBHD-PkAq40EZ1IoxF1gA8SFKXu4KG9nxZKGVH9yEx7Eq0XZEPE/s320/Christmas+tree+2010+010.JPG" /> <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-56866114647449155512010-11-24T21:29:00.008-09:002010-11-24T23:17:40.686-09:00Nearly a year later...<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>What can I say other than having two babies has been a roller coaster that I would ride again and again and again. No posts in almost a year is sad to me, but then life has still been lived and documented in other ways... I will move on.</div><br /><div></div><div>So much has happened in the last year - all of the milestones that come with having kids - <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Aiden</span> rolls over, sits up, crawls, has teeth, stands, and just about walks. He's had his first birthday, enough chocolate to satisfy the next four birthdays, and has already left the state twice. Charlie is a riot; a total ladies man. He loves his tricycle, trains, trucks, cars, planes, and, um, princesses. And sparkly <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">jewelry</span>. But most of all, he loves his sister. She's pretty cool. And she is in Kindergarten now. A <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">bonafide</span> big girl. Just ask. She can ride a two wheeler, loves the water, and has had her first sleep over. </div><br /><div></div><div>There's just too much to tell... so, I will do what my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">scrapbooking</span> friend suggests when it comes to organizing pictures: "start with the present and work your way back when you have spare time." So, let's be realistic. Be sure to check back in about 15 years and I will try to have some of those oh so very sweet baby pictures, but until then, all I will commit to is a glimpse of my little peanuts, and an overview of our trip to Hawaii. And I mean "our" as in Brian and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">I's</span>. Yep, just the two of us!</div><br /><div></div><div>OK. As reported. Here are the SUPER CUTE BABES!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543381285662084882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimV1EKA6xg0mPyNSOUYB1HzIMMMqI5NFgPFSIwmn50Li2rvQL7yvOBfT4yBDjsrbwn0hNFBIVwjHYrwr2KBAJtZBrJLSR7CQ1pzck9mCHTHc6IcbIN4KQFoTMPIIelB885eNR7/s320/Hawaii+2010+001.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543381278505331042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtq8rZURAvJY7rRZK4UHTbNGbP3p0VAFQglJw0OybWt1-lLpdActlfeauiSqfM2Fuq-HkSGbOkf3M1Est84O6O90blAVgMAwZ1jKZafO9IqDy57XGt19zCRsHUOkaQ9g47VYz/s320/Texas+337.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543381266495229250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyx3ZBCm96pAbqiYkUtDqzMv1t10mOyM5yqYQDGSGKYlLCI3eJZeSr8ZfXj1VM5oVT34ieuHtutChoS-P0PSqVBpsnsjsuRbWTHac_b6j7mvmkeDPbyWt1aR-wWgKhpq4ra06J/s320/Texas+315.JPG" /></div><div></div><div>And here is where my handsome, most fabulous husband in the whole world took me for my first trip away from my kids. I'd say he definitely did good! I certainly missed my kids, but the fabulous, wonderful, ever-present sun helped me mope right through it!! How I long for that heat right about now! And seriously, where do you go on vacation when you live in Hawaii? To the snow? This is the view from the lanai... I think that I would have my groceries delivered because I would never ever leave my house if I lived here. </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543384314609819698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9DQrqy-ITAV9hPtCsidV_xc0aF8Enlidcz61PCcoRJISIx8kMkwUWGOpuB8BNVI_Cvp10bKkksAktCVgnac4WD0GagAW2zKKPaHiZoUai7HScXNBuumo65-7MKWc2sedAxHeg/s320/Hawaii+2010+194.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543383796105240658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_CbbMYM3a1u1_KCdIKlG1Db46PF3rEugEVaIC0AGZJMR_yRgC6Wo6rvA8-5TQG3pSWfsE8XhnkuazF5jZtDEPW5s5QXYnPi86FSDX8T8mBLcpH8iLxkCzaXGtKYUkIa26TCh_/s320/Hawaii+2010+135.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543382485422667906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcPXjCaTbNFVpNxUgSt7Y8gZHJI81Xcjkr50E-GVBstwApV3S5bTN8NpnMwC_L01hm0HzYx-Cz-C89wWe-9CX6LLEHcsDgjQzA-IwuzCDOaW2arq_xRkM7q9XKngrIvjB66Swx/s320/Hawaii+2010+031.JPG" /> <div></div><div>Our first full day there, I talked Brian into a touristy snorkeling trip to Lanai'i. We both had so much fun, and we were totally <em>that couple</em>... holding hands while we swam face down with the turtles, fish, and coral, falling in love all over again. It was so cheesy, but what can I say?? I got a good one!!!</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543382483160055298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoYqw6PlTe8h86tsawqeQZinvR9LKTm63uspJT7E56-NRN65UI-KwOyhpbQsC2qwKjiItHzK65QCZsNRLHa_s2tTtohoQ8nORm9LLaJtgjlnIySPur2qKSEa2vCN0M9Muqnp9d/s320/Hawaii+2010+024.JPG" /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543382479288191890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqNfnJnHpGYRgTVff9sgUmfXVJO4578BFK1z9T62b7VjAbcU4o0Jvpivbg6yR1FPZHoBoLbEcauhd48QiC9SR-dkcDVRP63W6TawZJBrmZ_xo0AxphqfP0Ez-OeeIqza9g_OWd/s320/Hawaii+2010+022.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543382473126384130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis92W6HHseAGeyjsKTrn502ihtcf0hTkxIMA_Qm2jGjxbObxfbIeoZEo28A6RGneGLk1zcnB3ZDT33SZQNgepVL76NKr5Rvnfrv3A7wdYjrfHwSjSAu8GxB5ws7KgIn4baJyZi/s320/Hawaii+2010+014.JPG" /></div><div>The water was so clear that you could see the fish from the boat. It was AMAZING!!</div><div> </div><div>Wanting to get back on the water but not necessarily in the water, we went on a submarine tour on Friday. It was definitely different - I would recommend it for sure. We cruised around a shipwreck, saw tons of fish up close, and learned lots of new things. Plus, we had a really funny tour guide. That always helps.</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543383778956886546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVky4Xt-HDj4voUhXP3-26a4f3iElpbV3Y1qoQvHj5DayaTq9BpKV73SSTnfbRkkBaKkKcaiD8Vf2gcOMb1nUV5diVoPZLtdiNnXTmc3Bb8VbS1HUHNK5MVxOa6dYrQ4D1Yat/s320/Hawaii+2010+053.JPG" /></div><div>You can see the sub coming up in the center of the picture. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543383784516415794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYXGMV4nRueZcNOHTX_cCxWkjidJGELDPQ6bqwlukLHudA_9iKD5E9HrloUAMR991rSat9QrFo3nRq-ARCukJNn_NduM9E9vCMgl4ShhcdxzZfVDsc14eTK7QSskzBTGfxD9z_/s320/Hawaii+2010+056.JPG" /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543383794330608402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoL9GaclZAQs_RhWE0pzKl9atltUWulhTF7mVL73mQYrA2BvQR8XeqZSwhXwRAEvMzSkcMVSY8jrjAKOOgRGgNLfAeg489RxvAfNDERbp1TxzsAvFf_84zDX-IE_jugymYEmdO/s320/Hawaii+2010+099.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543383788353230898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxs9dpy1WEi3Qg4I311qbNy7rQwGB24wwWUSu4vZ1lW1dPr3mY4rsAxkg7zm5gf4pkQHEKU_bZi5ikY7ipGVoChT-OOlQtIzm0Us3iAuCLxae3HcVGZgYTlsZ0Yt2Q_DfWq4QD/s320/Hawaii+2010+069.JPG" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543381262128440418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFurzCXl5Bk1xs7Qx8ToxJ8T7qujzGTPxqb5-ZX8f91x7zLA2cXWslGGFiXkSSepC3RQvi-hoIpwhkKziKTIWfcNXT-Xcic0vxp7jbj8WvRwB5skxxEjz8_F-2vzM3WBhnz3ZO/s320/Hawaii+2010+041.JPG" /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Moohaahaahaa</span>.... I snuck in a few more of the kids. But come on... how could I resist? This is what I had on my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">nightstand</span> =).</p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543382489383876274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjDQRe8aUXl2a8YC2irZh9Bkt85eR5niGo_pXESXu2g81xpHSxqKAW-Rf8W27Fp0Bwx4kimUPIZFxfGAtnmxRKqAFr5aZJYYxYwl_ee6j3BOzO7oo__e6PkjbX82dTkq_YwJIj/s320/Hawaii+2010+033.JPG" /></p><p>And here is what we had hanging on our fridge. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kailyn</span>, ever the artist, hid Brian and I each a picture in our suitcase. Of course, I <em>balled</em> when I found mine!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543384297687850018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMJr3ETkjfLvpd910AId4KpjpmLPX5ayPZMv2eed9sSkkOxwRJCRTGxhVZRKLvTRl-2T3-EGFFuOt6uMKYdSkwomPnTnUhvoZzJ_kCKcGuWeiWUquudiE2Qu8VoYTIIeYbBlGC/s320/Hawaii+2010+142.JPG" /></p>Here's my completely random activity. Followed by my completely random spiel. This is me at the tattoo parlor. For the second time. Here's the spiel: If you ever wanted a tattoo... consider the henna ones. Or maybe the kind that come free in the cereal boxes. Because this kind stays. Whether you like it the next morning or not. Found this out the tough way - as in, I came home from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mardi</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gras</span> vaguely remembering that I got one and it hurt REALLY BAD. And I HATED IT. Almost immediately started looking into getting it removed, which, by the way, also hurts REALLY BAD. And costs way more than the original $50 to get the tattoo added. So, over a decade later, I still had remnants of that weekend at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mardi</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gras</span>. And I didn't want them anymore. So, I had <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kaib</span> at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Lahaina</span> Tattoo cover my blob with a beautiful blue forget-me-not, the Alaska State flower. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">Aaaaahhh</span>. Much better. And I will comment that scarred tissue is quite tender. It was not really the funnest time that I had in Hawaii.Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-600685130858531752009-12-07T13:39:00.004-09:002009-12-07T14:30:23.347-09:00Dad's Birthday<div> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412633394275222642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRdZbA-_anXjWYJmxNVIYnv0G-HNYGrmixIyqJC1i1nhI6goj6U4GV-8aMNI-twigZci60zD67GVD1sxN5ZVuDaqi7WOl2FSq-lKo4DJG7fciHvNZ1D-JpCTSEEfpDEDo9X8F/s320/2009+076.JPG" border="0" /> <div>December 2nd marked the 60th anniversary of the day my dad was born, and it was just as I would have asked if I did indeed ask for things like that. It snowed all day... and not just any snow. It snowed BIG, FAT snowflakes just like dad loved. I will always think of him when it dumps like that because he really thought it was cool. He loved to just sit at the window and watch it snow. Kind of how some people like to look at a fish tank.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq0Ux9WZw1OqyVdfBFujbSLvwppOrx_WjZd_YlzHh3hIfY4eiclHXBOkZHGaAVA08HyEeroPas37ATddPaZMB_-LwqCWa6oOZKCyYuoZE6zudBEAHJPIIcycCvE2L_KarY5cbP/s1600-h/2009+093.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412637715764332930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq0Ux9WZw1OqyVdfBFujbSLvwppOrx_WjZd_YlzHh3hIfY4eiclHXBOkZHGaAVA08HyEeroPas37ATddPaZMB_-LwqCWa6oOZKCyYuoZE6zudBEAHJPIIcycCvE2L_KarY5cbP/s320/2009+093.JPG" border="0" /></a>We had a birthday cake, and Kailyn made him a picture that we attached to a helium balloon in hopes that it might make it up to heaven. You just never know... But I hope that somehow, he does know. I hope he knows how much he is missed and loved by this <em>entire</em> family.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412633405351257890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkjnQaOJjHmzWeTeyCghoZLPp5NuqbNUYLktcNfYY2_tb2f8QIiM3MeQBm5Ksg18jAtrgZnNZzUKsizpGAsAGv735pTg1NGO8KN9rP2wWhhQ9DupLt0p0L-HiEt5h4SNqGiIHO/s320/2009+081.JPG" border="0" /> <div><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQoJ8MqYfvvWkWZZYNzbzFi4gTgFM0IKTBVcbO6-jZkiKOnd3rkOo-aoTP4eiV5sLDr_EGCKSaboPY1CznUq754IrjmvtXwxx4IPMGO8lzZ4i3NXEolLNi4QJksA1CoOMv_lmM/s1600-h/2009+086.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412633419502011330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQoJ8MqYfvvWkWZZYNzbzFi4gTgFM0IKTBVcbO6-jZkiKOnd3rkOo-aoTP4eiV5sLDr_EGCKSaboPY1CznUq754IrjmvtXwxx4IPMGO8lzZ4i3NXEolLNi4QJksA1CoOMv_lmM/s320/2009+086.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412633429786808786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6c6h-vJ9byyVjiXx8l_MY_IXskX9Rb25adAotKnDNWH1ATV8cGn_5YhVABPUj5Pb7k-H1vl5jJkrJvX1AHxKLRyppl3eSV-w85G8YpZLy59dbhotGZ1p3pZMpo_FnSn7IOqen/s320/2009+087.JPG" border="0" /> <div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412633439867370770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZvGOAPx-0kjHIWdzneVR91bcIbG7lEMEEqIHdgmo_BQFLzEfqevue49rKmOrk-K1OZBB02Jf_VI3jsKGFtLb05Uc3CocaQtQiYj7FQZiD51eLo7n8ZrY_TcZM8h0cyJ3OjGJ/s320/2009+088.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412637713425385586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggvIEcGd2uxZlOqLgD_7Y-fK4-eH_T0GTF-mZTeJ3uRJ-0VynGKix28W2_AZpa5bQUYjfd1DCVOHpMW135IfGtowuFOsxA1EVB5Gpw6jA1PezyKX8iZR2skyI_zNZLtW09CwUV/s320/2009+092.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412637726447553458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXEGvzqqZz_kXsM0VKnup3Q3yI5Qyj2BaYdMCfh-PhAZEJAl03ujAeBcwa-ADTG9Cvfh6FBW_FL8avcq1TzQgMmgegSlg98Ha_SV74xaevXVNCYTLtQTevRZcit1cgCpBTT2kq/s320/2009+095.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412637731614900178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeFw98EraPaeeu3IF9ZipliNrr3TT1nT9tJMlSgVpLkaipAHkhrp0yDwz2zG_Fb0Q2HGDKXcOBt4-hNDHJqBqU92OzpQe9CZwZY7M-yYpBQqRykhc8Xt5UTJkgyQUOrmVft-Wv/s320/2009+099.JPG" border="0" />This pretty much sums up how Aiden feels about not knowing my dad. I agree.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-489513179726861502009-12-07T13:19:00.004-09:002009-12-07T13:39:09.651-09:00Charlie & the SpoonHe is offically feeding himself! Yeah!! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAFnry_U08B4Ew3kKA-pbe-bgDpSXHHGhIIScuk4WoZ1glDV1mz56-XA30D7XuGy9ZCTz7sNwFc2ohSW7EtUEyAsIBPwcuhXTkJ1YqPB1aQ-egO3og8eSjC47UHfX-1JCf7-UZ/s1600-h/2009+075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412627284851029362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAFnry_U08B4Ew3kKA-pbe-bgDpSXHHGhIIScuk4WoZ1glDV1mz56-XA30D7XuGy9ZCTz7sNwFc2ohSW7EtUEyAsIBPwcuhXTkJ1YqPB1aQ-egO3og8eSjC47UHfX-1JCf7-UZ/s320/2009+075.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSRkiacYHK8TdAEavuaFPmNFdlXG00qmBCE4ZidYRFlWXyV9Fg-X3azXoJGHzt_JSPhcjqgY6f5ctvZI3uF10LlOdsxvG4Jb-_2cxIm4kWlB7Sstbj_1VOjPyPtODj5uvlJav7/s1600-h/2009+074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412627278277728658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSRkiacYHK8TdAEavuaFPmNFdlXG00qmBCE4ZidYRFlWXyV9Fg-X3azXoJGHzt_JSPhcjqgY6f5ctvZI3uF10LlOdsxvG4Jb-_2cxIm4kWlB7Sstbj_1VOjPyPtODj5uvlJav7/s320/2009+074.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioS6Lk7RaIu8pWocyajEc8xT15PnaC-DNufHW6sDjguB1UGUeYUu9dySlHb5LgmYVo2PYjWPyVhCDFfBQDfggYMy5EIXRrqM557nzBaV9YqlGBeqELRc3QCgOWGno8_mTm7K8_/s1600-h/2009+073.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412627273722000226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioS6Lk7RaIu8pWocyajEc8xT15PnaC-DNufHW6sDjguB1UGUeYUu9dySlHb5LgmYVo2PYjWPyVhCDFfBQDfggYMy5EIXRrqM557nzBaV9YqlGBeqELRc3QCgOWGno8_mTm7K8_/s320/2009+073.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div>It's a little messy, I'll admit, but we have two dogs, so really, it's a win-win situation. Everyone's happy here!</div></div></div>Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-21089010134404512282009-12-06T13:36:00.002-09:002009-12-07T13:18:39.892-09:00All Alaska GirlTwo feet of snow in an afternoon can't keep this girl from playing!!! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412621320229819298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicezwSncK_8rz7npYZhj8IJep6gxpYQ9xgCIPsYcQl6Q7IfkK7r1e9_Pz1UrVAXo3Xp6MvHiCmWN9O4FKys0fAIKqPnurBXAWUtiaWaZChpViT4uov26QpD_qAqnLKcRVoRlsJ/s320/2009+051.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUXZTUQfCQOTyKseqX8YMowmZkN15Fz5C3Xq8BMovEyNL9rPPyzayP8TwO2erzvd-kChhf0WvNZFpc6kOv5Prrd-rChWYdL-AQVAEOSpg6XhiHLuFEfqgOCXZCBPsNmmHMK2zw/s1600-h/2009+062.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412621349659675570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUXZTUQfCQOTyKseqX8YMowmZkN15Fz5C3Xq8BMovEyNL9rPPyzayP8TwO2erzvd-kChhf0WvNZFpc6kOv5Prrd-rChWYdL-AQVAEOSpg6XhiHLuFEfqgOCXZCBPsNmmHMK2zw/s320/2009+062.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIfw5BuBAKfab6uCV3j5woTp7cQLR4F4tXjwwQjwRCS_sD7y02gt2fS7fkTUspPYFlDPWhShjvGwlIyvReFL_fyPElHRpae_JcbkYdJvBJr0KH5nqVNigNw8boQzHN7AaMANPr/s1600-h/2009+060.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412621341882219922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIfw5BuBAKfab6uCV3j5woTp7cQLR4F4tXjwwQjwRCS_sD7y02gt2fS7fkTUspPYFlDPWhShjvGwlIyvReFL_fyPElHRpae_JcbkYdJvBJr0KH5nqVNigNw8boQzHN7AaMANPr/s320/2009+060.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg2w-A9wuJRaoLkiTZPTxQrqfCyDg_q5mNUahiYGlv0oZde8XLgHXjxTvOMhJeFsxmFOW5cTjGl4YXwbFVvpKhyphenhyphenY9SF_Ksfv2Upzm7zGegxse75aW46zFbhXd_ViXKOCrAy8il/s1600-h/2009+058.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412621327526624450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg2w-A9wuJRaoLkiTZPTxQrqfCyDg_q5mNUahiYGlv0oZde8XLgHXjxTvOMhJeFsxmFOW5cTjGl4YXwbFVvpKhyphenhyphenY9SF_Ksfv2Upzm7zGegxse75aW46zFbhXd_ViXKOCrAy8il/s320/2009+058.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div>Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-43442158133174253632009-12-06T13:31:00.001-09:002009-12-06T13:35:30.820-09:00Gotta love this kid...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhveFWQPtS9kCFSLyoVDB5xXBKuar7BCbD0ISLyBH7035t80_Q2swp_DTd8ZZmtWaN8XMRxRgHoV7JLXQIF9xc7jYrYn3-VH01YUN27YVAndz5pbD5fdrqU1Ce3LMSo3I4II1qZ/s1600-h/2009+028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412255369337414018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhveFWQPtS9kCFSLyoVDB5xXBKuar7BCbD0ISLyBH7035t80_Q2swp_DTd8ZZmtWaN8XMRxRgHoV7JLXQIF9xc7jYrYn3-VH01YUN27YVAndz5pbD5fdrqU1Ce3LMSo3I4II1qZ/s400/2009+028.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>... and his hair! God bless him!!</div>Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-77911494983928251262009-12-05T20:00:00.000-09:002009-12-06T13:29:01.346-09:00Aiden<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412245760118568498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr7zCGw_G9TcLsiEMD6y__BZzwhUfi-s7Oi5CmFZBfWHiL4sDwVbbiT9nwjnnCr6ecjkGtG4tBzxyXvYyseI3t5fo_smNIkTWkbLtHkjwkT90gE_sIbgwt4d-5haT4iyO1gIbN/s400/2009+010.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412245765279623490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTzktT3p7He5xKMa22JPvJts7bc6WGL-2NXc9CGXAxk8x9tPSLoYZf0d2IqLEVbKqDOSHdF1SJZebheUk0q9FBzNQWYxD1gaLvKVWwaIfVz8D0XLZIjNVFKTrVb2SZTHaNspVb/s400/2009+013.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAbYwj6mSxVTsq3lKz4iNDwEyB__kWtcMbhNtLv9E2TSsPOQhUpZSCwPkTNcO1OS7LqVOlbwcoVdnavuonHt0AR_q51JPEqSA_LmhIvKQqAX8IFksaDDhAlIwfuJapALBY_sLY/s1600-h/2009+017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412245776912019650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAbYwj6mSxVTsq3lKz4iNDwEyB__kWtcMbhNtLv9E2TSsPOQhUpZSCwPkTNcO1OS7LqVOlbwcoVdnavuonHt0AR_q51JPEqSA_LmhIvKQqAX8IFksaDDhAlIwfuJapALBY_sLY/s400/2009+017.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412245777976161874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbXysysQCAkdx9IDSBfhTPN4D6lFrSVDp4jmFN0LkDiwk57tipSAWvDMqu97PLSQw81X8OWsY-_Uulol8V44P4LENQjhTd4W_RzlGVmwHgK-0VnZ2zoYzxWREE-kIiDV1WXBLK/s400/2009+025.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div></div></div></div>Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-90804053089973257922009-12-05T19:51:00.004-09:002009-12-06T13:29:44.788-09:00First Day on Our Own - Nov 16thOur first day without <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mema</span> went amazingly well. The boys even took a nap at the same time... I definitely couldn't have asked for a more mellow and easygoing day to get me on my feet. I was able to get my kitchen cleaned and laundry done, as well as log onto <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">facebook</span> twice in one day. I don't think that's happened since =), but it was nice to be eased into taking care of the kiddos all alone!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411982698764998178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRvrrMe7VCy3LmajSoMnYTt7Ey2JfokogowllLx3T2dFFCCIlHkwcTJ1bR6rEcsY4H1adZkawZZHgmRoJW7E35MM2nrbDrzCuD577U-0rTbiPv5ODEaydGdwLXdz-Ngq2ni0hA/s400/2009+006.JPG" border="0" /><br />Here's a quick pic of the boys all bundled up for the walk to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kailyn's</span> school. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Aiden</span> slept so great we even got to walk a little extra, too!Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-12298293899119184072009-11-24T18:59:00.005-09:002009-11-24T19:20:47.094-09:00Nothing<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407887856156189202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfN1G1XqmKAeOjpliVuuf4Cs_GuVicVohkX9Y5L0P8vFb1V5UqUNJqTcnbNC50DLsQ8RZ5ov8Iek8JyfnXShPp7DJ3grZV5c_YJz-aF8DHw6IEa5PQVGpdUn7JQSHkGOJgqMdz/s400/nice+picture.jpg" border="0" /> <div>I was given this beautiful picture one day after Brian and I went to dinner together sans kids. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kailyn</span> missed us <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">alot</span>, and expressed her love through her art. She does this often, and one day I will take a picture of my home so you can see all the art work literally hung all over. As in on every door, every shelf, most every drawer & window... this girl is an artist!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407887854301981554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUo1SDbG4TuY9vJ5FDaqgVE9GDsRryEdOWPWTEBVoueXLVApLuWwK9TuKr4xYFRLnuwwjWcib71a4moQ1oVOEStPbOmJCCwz-Yv8Mb6LG2_ytyCRXe4Nzb-W2XpyI2lTvViAro/s400/mean+picture.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div><div>If you notice the detail in the picture above, you can understand why I questioned what this picture was. Me: "Is it a donut?" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kailyn</span>, arms crossed, faced frowned: "NO." Sensing that I was missing something, I tried really hard to guess correctly... me: "a person standing sideways?" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kailyn</span>: "NO. It's not, MOM." Such attitude packed into a four-year old!!! Me, now squatting down as I sensed there was more to the picture: "What is it, honey?" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Kailyn</span>: "It's nothing, mom." Me: "Well, it looks like it means something to you, and that's important to me. Please tell me what it is." <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Kailyn</span>: "It's <em>nothing</em>, mom. <strong><em>Nothing</em></strong>. I drew you a picture of <em>nothing</em>."</div><div></div><div>-</div><div>That's when I realized. She was punishing me through her artwork. I did not receive my normal beautiful picture because I had placed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Kailyn</span> in time-out earlier for not putting her toys away when I asked. Apparently she gets it: there are consequences to your actions. </div><div></div><div>I was waiting for her to end it with a flick of the hair and a sassy "duh, mom." I wonder when that begins?</div><div>-</div><div></div><div>I was not sure how to react, so I told her that made me very sad and I hope that I got more beautiful pictures later when she felt better. Luckily, the tears that came to my eyes as I tried with all I had to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">suppress</span> my laughter were taken into consideration as legitimate sadness, and she quickly went to work drawing me a new, prettier picture. Phew!!</div>Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-87230696654086358412009-11-24T13:18:00.006-09:002009-11-24T18:58:45.625-09:00Trick-or-Treat<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407803394215154386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMLgta3ZN0nEbsitI9C7tRujCXePGL7Q8Hn38LGn5C18zB2-NF26D3lDRbKRKuU5ew_g9ekB7ENrdTSte5-H3pvAyGunpB15rNU0asP_sV4OJeHKwfHb-cohzSab92QJL0WeEM/s320/2009+598.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407803409200488146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Ss0jfnaNuDPjhFm-IPBLe5G1MvhESXays0b0tf_gsjKHXmAGil4rjlFJPkW1VKBC82ytf2jgNDywofhwd4J9UQAAiwGCx7EcI-EZKCx3BkB8eYVQ9yLtBroY_mgZRrdFX-cr/s320/2009+612.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407803406803916066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaZ1MQ5KWZqu9SZNVlunPtA49mjOFdf4LDnTu9px0cMrTTF7goswen_Vywc3kmdoXdRoj4iThxylFmYA2WZetRU8crf-NbqS-HyVsAQ0UlRqVnbTEZhiXW0dwOierA8p2VjAag/s320/2009+607.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407803418084820578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDqjmyQvpaLmMk_P2FR1Ol-Ak-6ve7JixLlLviw0GnDmyh5RQLdn5PglOc4XxVmNEg2hKVAFaHnj0bcLJr3tgtkabgxlrfiAQsOaAvXhDQpd6i-heU85r9AnsPHcj45fMPzIv4/s320/2009+618.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407803424897336114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0x-4eodDuCtX3VnrTTjiNpt4rF3DhSJU4T_YBTnXQYduLwug9BUSojH0B8IIUZNa9WHklnG0aTYAVcvlcJTg8jJkVQ6BmjVZ5yJgVoKD_vjmHKYkENq8tGiQVI-6DltHAMy9O/s320/2009+620.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407822459016900786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53bxuLPH8cwn7k89LASq2-rUYVNXk5P_AAxIil2_jnKUumgob5i0BpY1Gd3D39YpPNDOuzQf9wvcg29CS8Y4SK_8KCCyfR_Nxni4zcgZFxM10JKwkLVJ7aAHSmoeHxQRORNQC/s320/2009+629.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh__B0DpFcFzjIN4MoG-Fq1llpScnKqFVQFYqcmb1p5HWU2Nlamfe0aR0v-pO_hf9jHMC1Rv9PgVRzOo3w_88TkNeIZcuA9sETFqwg38CVMYt2RATeuDxlAE4YBgpcLserZOlTq/s1600/2009+642.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407822477566903538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh__B0DpFcFzjIN4MoG-Fq1llpScnKqFVQFYqcmb1p5HWU2Nlamfe0aR0v-pO_hf9jHMC1Rv9PgVRzOo3w_88TkNeIZcuA9sETFqwg38CVMYt2RATeuDxlAE4YBgpcLserZOlTq/s320/2009+642.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407822467560054898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ3Xrk9od0X3CN8BHTWdeuLUUljJneN4P9r6zVF-TvL4nDqGDzXc0WzEagEYSnpUxlU44A1utxJqBsedEjKfpHzpeN5kgqAqp43bBjmnjSQ5E1pmxop-zre6TR1yADn71QSpJb/s320/2009+637.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoFXtxFW60Aw4sahFRqRpC0qXUAx-Q3_zxpOYqXkobtZmzx661MpQmBaz7iYpQUJimxZ7__lN7iGkeDhXRJKxjbNuKRg8-em8gqZcP4zcJHmNWLdDaXUJR3kXon-8qm1ywSF4D/s1600/2009+640.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407822471472170562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoFXtxFW60Aw4sahFRqRpC0qXUAx-Q3_zxpOYqXkobtZmzx661MpQmBaz7iYpQUJimxZ7__lN7iGkeDhXRJKxjbNuKRg8-em8gqZcP4zcJHmNWLdDaXUJR3kXon-8qm1ywSF4D/s320/2009+640.JPG" border="0" /></a>Halloween was a two-day affair this year - we went trick-or-treating at the local businesses on Friday, then Saturday was spent at the Elementary School Carnival, then trick-or-treating at the houses with Hailey & Justin. Then we ended the very chilly evening with some yummy hot chocolate and a piece of candy (or two!). </div>Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-1643169342321782282009-11-24T08:44:00.004-09:002009-11-24T13:15:35.906-09:00Carving Pumpkins<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzhLCXfI52GEgnP8BIcnezVmZ3XdVclux1C9KHrOK_Mc_8eY5FZafo82dSZeLmsYFHbFrXjIZIIBUqUEwMQzvgJe_aFj02m54mvQSyPMQlQffIyLr11vtwNu4oytvnKmG8Yys5/s1600/2009+591.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407733222334979538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzhLCXfI52GEgnP8BIcnezVmZ3XdVclux1C9KHrOK_Mc_8eY5FZafo82dSZeLmsYFHbFrXjIZIIBUqUEwMQzvgJe_aFj02m54mvQSyPMQlQffIyLr11vtwNu4oytvnKmG8Yys5/s320/2009+591.JPG" border="0" /></a> This one looks like my boys...<br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_EppBN3QFx1obqosoAWlaBv8fQA0PdvRf_m4j5RCxMDCjcyhGXOgmGEf_n0w5Wrg7GD3r1XrrpL1J5MUjBpMTQZknYqMHFxBI6YF5sOTZF9Gmd_-icMGQ9ClKe1gtB-2TJkh8/s1600/2009+578.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407733197582055410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_EppBN3QFx1obqosoAWlaBv8fQA0PdvRf_m4j5RCxMDCjcyhGXOgmGEf_n0w5Wrg7GD3r1XrrpL1J5MUjBpMTQZknYqMHFxBI6YF5sOTZF9Gmd_-icMGQ9ClKe1gtB-2TJkh8/s320/2009+578.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj3hnAzUyRnQYkEiUz-GNVRL-8sD2BQQ2VSkpD9QUTHyV1ldybDt4D2Gmlp-tlnZBsujE-RwCCw2SYjTpMLR3Nx_qoN95FFbwkYr4vzJoXvzha3HhyDLRi5JFhdYXlBJ8kiCEK/s1600/2009+573.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407733190613052322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj3hnAzUyRnQYkEiUz-GNVRL-8sD2BQQ2VSkpD9QUTHyV1ldybDt4D2Gmlp-tlnZBsujE-RwCCw2SYjTpMLR3Nx_qoN95FFbwkYr4vzJoXvzha3HhyDLRi5JFhdYXlBJ8kiCEK/s320/2009+573.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407733216560194818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAur7C2Riyj9zeeqNE8I7d5jYdZQOVMP-M47_wdbIfCxGRoYOomGbDcbIe1iF0NywoJa6syA7qxFAFxEJKqvoQ9gWDXEANr0YsSv46h6kr2LtqGp-rMd2Qc04ixU6dsSiaE97q/s320/2009+592.JPG" border="0" />And this one looks like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kailyn</span>...<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407733207243142066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzicJPGtmcUkIq9N06Sd3k_UCj9-WonYOBmuqnTgAbCIqtCk9d9ErGZd7P7Qq_6GfUHVrgYi20aSaXE4btTF8X5P01-Igh4I-spDwFwctkTcdkZqw2_mA6l-X4DpCy_R2evn8b/s320/2009+585.JPG" border="0" />Can you see the resemblance??</div></div></div></div>Stacihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589noreply@blogger.com1