tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48440047341194449752023-11-15T23:27:27.862-08:00Meiners MayhemKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.comBlogger353125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-6432904540646160482011-06-14T07:39:00.000-07:002011-06-14T08:18:26.479-07:00May Catch-UpI'm never going to have/make time to get caught up in a way that does justice to the last two months, so I'm going with the Catch-Up to get the pictures here and prevent myself from getting even further behind. One day, my kids will have the complete stories of these pictures in their scrapbooks because I'm totally not 5 years behind there, too!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHF36mL-B-SHyBPUPR2Wy0VRuXhDMt6o5Xh5J-gc3VET9d_fdQtADLLjDldy4763uhUxx-oBiV9ZN_7r6GgzCcUNEes97JDwBjjygv_JvK_9JYKvAbQsRvj-LqTIH7aztBwc-WkUGupag/s1600/DSCN4312.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHF36mL-B-SHyBPUPR2Wy0VRuXhDMt6o5Xh5J-gc3VET9d_fdQtADLLjDldy4763uhUxx-oBiV9ZN_7r6GgzCcUNEes97JDwBjjygv_JvK_9JYKvAbQsRvj-LqTIH7aztBwc-WkUGupag/s400/DSCN4312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618086045110662674" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjnA2NgjFdEFyFU1mkwqAORhgxmr75vtw_uQB3L0Qfpn_lAzPpHfhChyHlAe4rW9t1PuJzuytiWMfDqKv0RKaXc_666nV4R0W7lHELr5RL2oqq7sx_LxrBVm-yLZ_TGtLnS2Mm979Eq_Y/s1600/DSCN4318.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjnA2NgjFdEFyFU1mkwqAORhgxmr75vtw_uQB3L0Qfpn_lAzPpHfhChyHlAe4rW9t1PuJzuytiWMfDqKv0RKaXc_666nV4R0W7lHELr5RL2oqq7sx_LxrBVm-yLZ_TGtLnS2Mm979Eq_Y/s400/DSCN4318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618086034013666322" border="0" /></a><br />This is the reason I take May off from teaching preschool - so much is going on in my kids' classes! Sam & I got to help with the Fox Trot run for Josh's class. That's him in the hoodie. He ran 7 laps around the giant soccer field! We also got to go to his Animal Presentation. All the cute kindergartners made dioramas of the animal they had researched and presented it to their class.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HITDwkSreUlKdwCtuSKS7btAB0R3MHn2YZtbjLYGr3_fg5ifMt0IQOysypynkwfTr9tCee9fffaEsvu90rrcJWDRuJXhq18jaOd8vt_DRtZQAYFe7kaU0rhQUj-Or2TH54xMRrK7KH4/s1600/DSCN4334.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HITDwkSreUlKdwCtuSKS7btAB0R3MHn2YZtbjLYGr3_fg5ifMt0IQOysypynkwfTr9tCee9fffaEsvu90rrcJWDRuJXhq18jaOd8vt_DRtZQAYFe7kaU0rhQUj-Or2TH54xMRrK7KH4/s400/DSCN4334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618090163341993522" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuylczFyc108k9SXjE5ec77opH5uzlGwpn6_k9DMfAK5uOAR4DRI9gmtaZcM6NE3JSF4Gd6a3RJfxEhnQ2gth78FG7Kx8VDBlVWB5Zu9vlWiYp4t7PO7Vlf2QtgkDpEOjKRlRU1LU_eeQ/s1600/DSCN4333.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuylczFyc108k9SXjE5ec77opH5uzlGwpn6_k9DMfAK5uOAR4DRI9gmtaZcM6NE3JSF4Gd6a3RJfxEhnQ2gth78FG7Kx8VDBlVWB5Zu9vlWiYp4t7PO7Vlf2QtgkDpEOjKRlRU1LU_eeQ/s400/DSCN4333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618090967399046690" border="0" /></a><br />We had a chocolate dipping party with some leftover fruit Libby had and bulk chocolate we had.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghR77xmsY7KmbvjAJ-AewZl71f0WetWLh_C7Q7MzmAFQayoB7vKO9FlTx1Zsm7frnQ6LWmv2SGUgnHLqzA07K8IDfIQF9J8BhxGbC8uAv_vNO9lqCQQNEl6prCVoxVcu6cElXnbmCOMwg/s1600/DSCN4323.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghR77xmsY7KmbvjAJ-AewZl71f0WetWLh_C7Q7MzmAFQayoB7vKO9FlTx1Zsm7frnQ6LWmv2SGUgnHLqzA07K8IDfIQF9J8BhxGbC8uAv_vNO9lqCQQNEl6prCVoxVcu6cElXnbmCOMwg/s400/DSCN4323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618090168958997698" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKSYC3vgbONnJCjCK6llLPddwmY6UoghxFsQaKwAzmJ1wD_LKIdb8ldCXIBN6T712jGwT2vEPPLHJocoQlLl8yW1Lhu4SyjFMdLyWXrUBe_KcZ6dtY-mdI0hnaGZ_6izp_djZeNv5Ctf4/s1600/DSCN4328.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKSYC3vgbONnJCjCK6llLPddwmY6UoghxFsQaKwAzmJ1wD_LKIdb8ldCXIBN6T712jGwT2vEPPLHJocoQlLl8yW1Lhu4SyjFMdLyWXrUBe_KcZ6dtY-mdI0hnaGZ_6izp_djZeNv5Ctf4/s400/DSCN4328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618090180269886610" border="0" /></a><br />And, my sisters took some really cool pictures of themselves with my camera which obviously means they want them posted on the blog, right?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRf5gcbmC324YH8D2vqd428eMlDdgj_C7iXXiLRyFW4MRpq5bRAp4iR6eSiha6BL6zhmGuZpocumDHICtbNYqfDpncw2nuAqt0JzME4vKogw9uQXLcok_-vTfYURaOSfjHer9Ue4TmbM8/s1600/DSCN4339.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRf5gcbmC324YH8D2vqd428eMlDdgj_C7iXXiLRyFW4MRpq5bRAp4iR6eSiha6BL6zhmGuZpocumDHICtbNYqfDpncw2nuAqt0JzME4vKogw9uQXLcok_-vTfYURaOSfjHer9Ue4TmbM8/s400/DSCN4339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618091642125800098" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1lFju6ty9aV-Gd1rGgIPJItP5Tms2tLZ6b0_gaTFEZXy5QboI0DxYl-8f3sIF4NP77gbpS92rfe7yRRe6ieerynA8-zC9PfTpch__orTCeEftTD0f30litxkTgKBpVkU86n5-MevK_nA/s1600/DSCN4369.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1lFju6ty9aV-Gd1rGgIPJItP5Tms2tLZ6b0_gaTFEZXy5QboI0DxYl-8f3sIF4NP77gbpS92rfe7yRRe6ieerynA8-zC9PfTpch__orTCeEftTD0f30litxkTgKBpVkU86n5-MevK_nA/s400/DSCN4369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618091650815759170" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwxckoKnB4BD1ql-g-1Dc3rGeOb2EyV0iHAORKTLoQGwT-3PG8kTTQkM21O-n5HK8zvOUk_aXq5l9H51-QYxq8u2t7Wh6K2Wz4pxngvwSPVOA2anv_adJSMjMO2sRZTlCvR49DNP3_0n0/s1600/DSCN4384.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwxckoKnB4BD1ql-g-1Dc3rGeOb2EyV0iHAORKTLoQGwT-3PG8kTTQkM21O-n5HK8zvOUk_aXq5l9H51-QYxq8u2t7Wh6K2Wz4pxngvwSPVOA2anv_adJSMjMO2sRZTlCvR49DNP3_0n0/s400/DSCN4384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618093605265737906" border="0" /></a><br />Sam and I made some really cool art projects with toothpicks, popsicle sticks, and marble painting.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVceNdv_6Qm5JrJknXc5kcBXABAufmNMaSsuQ_VqwzW-tbkrmC9h-6pNc_U8K7YTAmGroWavvkbeMH-d_HSX3LyMJZFoMSnbx_WtjuSyoSTUd5HH3_Oxljd_tKGGIrrD7KKXk8ZogBlfI/s1600/DSCN4364.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVceNdv_6Qm5JrJknXc5kcBXABAufmNMaSsuQ_VqwzW-tbkrmC9h-6pNc_U8K7YTAmGroWavvkbeMH-d_HSX3LyMJZFoMSnbx_WtjuSyoSTUd5HH3_Oxljd_tKGGIrrD7KKXk8ZogBlfI/s400/DSCN4364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618092353154707250" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We went to some special event at Wheeler Farm, but I honestly can't remember what it was called. We still had a great time looking at the animals, chasing ducks, watching a sheep sheering, and sitting on the tractors.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_QEt-vrtiMhHHqo4F2HtFx79piVnQXmbisKdyo5hJQQ3c8Mrwv_DRTx5_aSOGvydkOy2di9XfAQi7-KJMia8BeaJPQuMjzrqxxjtAPe3w5fyNNIIjn_RMZhM03F6qbuFNpG-m96P23fM/s1600/DSCN4367.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_QEt-vrtiMhHHqo4F2HtFx79piVnQXmbisKdyo5hJQQ3c8Mrwv_DRTx5_aSOGvydkOy2di9XfAQi7-KJMia8BeaJPQuMjzrqxxjtAPe3w5fyNNIIjn_RMZhM03F6qbuFNpG-m96P23fM/s400/DSCN4367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618092354937541618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQNov89UDEjGvSYlQpJ4a0B-k0_k8D1NDtqR_TfgEwyjhnU_Gc8PQArzG7DHuj6RyMtyczozgvWAsJLz6l8_OIKR6BfBMO6P1CicBzyQAM6Qsm2Hce3FkbNbKvzqAOkQI61lJ-jiCm0KQ/s1600/DSCN4361.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQNov89UDEjGvSYlQpJ4a0B-k0_k8D1NDtqR_TfgEwyjhnU_Gc8PQArzG7DHuj6RyMtyczozgvWAsJLz6l8_OIKR6BfBMO6P1CicBzyQAM6Qsm2Hce3FkbNbKvzqAOkQI61lJ-jiCm0KQ/s400/DSCN4361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618092336153982818" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjExH95gkj7NskCno3uRe34fEKWPDTtSzWRYlIQ5MKWIHbYkrgTiXR2PS3fwzlFJTBjlUuk0jFCMAkdKEBXLcqfbWExqJgVFpQVCE3hYir8kalmOc1ZFVYOD6bA69BvMSM7T6qbiKXtsz0/s1600/DSCN4368.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjExH95gkj7NskCno3uRe34fEKWPDTtSzWRYlIQ5MKWIHbYkrgTiXR2PS3fwzlFJTBjlUuk0jFCMAkdKEBXLcqfbWExqJgVFpQVCE3hYir8kalmOc1ZFVYOD6bA69BvMSM7T6qbiKXtsz0/s400/DSCN4368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618093615437078242" border="0" /></a><br />And, I made some cute owl pillows for my neighbor to give to her friend that's about to have her first baby boy. I kinda wanted to keep them...Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-60670120956340929382011-06-14T07:03:00.000-07:002011-06-14T08:26:38.570-07:00April Catch-Up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLJAhiIiyZ9uIAmwPWRkEtBAiCFWjx_01XKKiFSObw64R0qjoZfchWoiaMsuAtONWYq6QixQYQrPxPhVNXDAo25P9T96704IckKcAA8J8qAJv_AB8FdYQt1HwEWxkbXcIxwXjFylMwaLY/s1600/Copy+%25282%2529+of+DSCN4252.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLJAhiIiyZ9uIAmwPWRkEtBAiCFWjx_01XKKiFSObw64R0qjoZfchWoiaMsuAtONWYq6QixQYQrPxPhVNXDAo25P9T96704IckKcAA8J8qAJv_AB8FdYQt1HwEWxkbXcIxwXjFylMwaLY/s400/Copy+%25282%2529+of+DSCN4252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618076411222581794" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We dyed eggs<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb34-qOPsdKCJ3p4xC6mfZKK_ZhOAHsgG6DRJ3h-jdmikgOflncaGYmCoROaSG5PCK2bJzou50ZpPGIrDjg77UOKc8WGi4DqqI9GEdOLoXo3pdJoBGEFBGaKbNMeCz6XhfIKUo98Ky_74/s1600/Copy+%25283%2529+of+DSCN4261.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb34-qOPsdKCJ3p4xC6mfZKK_ZhOAHsgG6DRJ3h-jdmikgOflncaGYmCoROaSG5PCK2bJzou50ZpPGIrDjg77UOKc8WGi4DqqI9GEdOLoXo3pdJoBGEFBGaKbNMeCz6XhfIKUo98Ky_74/s400/Copy+%25283%2529+of+DSCN4261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618076627619307474" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8C0aqZev5XqyUWXFYgpfdPrLMLek7_7smLd6fFvGW7wn0WcWxNNtkVvRYr9vNS7ovIljbN9w1Crw541DWW7HV7sqYalqksDR_Z9leUzmygXU_XahfrUvNhsIjKRiHQ0BmIO8xb5fe-bE/s1600/Copy+of+DSCN4258.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8C0aqZev5XqyUWXFYgpfdPrLMLek7_7smLd6fFvGW7wn0WcWxNNtkVvRYr9vNS7ovIljbN9w1Crw541DWW7HV7sqYalqksDR_Z9leUzmygXU_XahfrUvNhsIjKRiHQ0BmIO8xb5fe-bE/s400/Copy+of+DSCN4258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618076785034005058" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6rJyyQze4gE-s_SnDFy4grbueshzo4Ly3OknT1Fkqpu1nAsfxBEBz97y0Zo4b_8E6RHIA_lBQ5eQhx2LV-AQ0pRWDnsdwMufFlKnitbtQZckdUC-vgFoAU4vOS0rZjRbOLiwJsnZpmbg/s1600/Copy+%25282%2529+of+DSCN4260.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6rJyyQze4gE-s_SnDFy4grbueshzo4Ly3OknT1Fkqpu1nAsfxBEBz97y0Zo4b_8E6RHIA_lBQ5eQhx2LV-AQ0pRWDnsdwMufFlKnitbtQZckdUC-vgFoAU4vOS0rZjRbOLiwJsnZpmbg/s400/Copy+%25282%2529+of+DSCN4260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618076517471554514" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and hunted for them - once at Grandma's and once at Aunt Libby's.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5qUpsVKdAxxyBVXiP_2NNzxrK_RuilWKgi68I6jZklDeTTrsE_dSUbRDJSseMk2a7PikiRqOrTvQPWmk4teloCIYeHGmg3tGfMYG_FuF4JYp7Z6zuzR8SL4WXf1XkGlQL7lWbVP4HSQ/s1600/Copy+of+DSCN4269.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5qUpsVKdAxxyBVXiP_2NNzxrK_RuilWKgi68I6jZklDeTTrsE_dSUbRDJSseMk2a7PikiRqOrTvQPWmk4teloCIYeHGmg3tGfMYG_FuF4JYp7Z6zuzR8SL4WXf1XkGlQL7lWbVP4HSQ/s400/Copy+of+DSCN4269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618077829640639106" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2TdvsI6HPDsL7YsvG2e8-xO_t9ICQ-jTKjc_Xcpq_vUMJVVUG_oHKkndy69QiVMh_SyGUAGIu0mbvVBkvYvoVvaLaqdmeL3GprAeYgR_YndeGqkfK14n1Xt8upufTFedsoHseoYFMkvU/s1600/Copy+of+DSCN4268.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2TdvsI6HPDsL7YsvG2e8-xO_t9ICQ-jTKjc_Xcpq_vUMJVVUG_oHKkndy69QiVMh_SyGUAGIu0mbvVBkvYvoVvaLaqdmeL3GprAeYgR_YndeGqkfK14n1Xt8upufTFedsoHseoYFMkvU/s400/Copy+of+DSCN4268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618077823840603746" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We spent an afternoon at the Thanksgiving Point Petting Farm doing research for Josh's Pig Project. We took a little break to ride the horses.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXoK8bKi_kzOCknXbE49IYTU6V_4fyP5mLsK7I_dlFutnrSUBxgrATsdVPmE-0wWzYNCdiyLAU6Q2pPgDXeYowoK7gepUU5H1Ge7V6p0-PzHCXFCK0E1xbehH6dP3nr7T8oMP-zQAxzoI/s1600/DSCN4309.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXoK8bKi_kzOCknXbE49IYTU6V_4fyP5mLsK7I_dlFutnrSUBxgrATsdVPmE-0wWzYNCdiyLAU6Q2pPgDXeYowoK7gepUU5H1Ge7V6p0-PzHCXFCK0E1xbehH6dP3nr7T8oMP-zQAxzoI/s400/DSCN4309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618077838934284034" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtkLJwMht2rWY6-9l_aLpsLXOf4naNz2sj_o8gQJ9e46MtHsg28W6yqFIjrZ9yOPKFLNHL6lGrsQlDX3yUJR9zs1E6oBQW2RgsVVfPXCRfiSI2zB7UIPQTafmVwfRfrO5MqcChL-pY3I/s1600/DSCN4310.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtkLJwMht2rWY6-9l_aLpsLXOf4naNz2sj_o8gQJ9e46MtHsg28W6yqFIjrZ9yOPKFLNHL6lGrsQlDX3yUJR9zs1E6oBQW2RgsVVfPXCRfiSI2zB7UIPQTafmVwfRfrO5MqcChL-pY3I/s400/DSCN4310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618077848204860226" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And pose for some pictures.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4z7B-k1xV9d48i3bhZqFkwhw_GWYXIJrDuPxNTkuIl5S1lUfJTcFdZxAX5gDN-tqPXiJuahx0TtrOhzBVTqgJXJ0QfWEAYGatCxcgjiaLSLs4J-nr3gKvlfTsJdImv1QzcdX4EGdVXHQ/s1600/DSCN4264.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4z7B-k1xV9d48i3bhZqFkwhw_GWYXIJrDuPxNTkuIl5S1lUfJTcFdZxAX5gDN-tqPXiJuahx0TtrOhzBVTqgJXJ0QfWEAYGatCxcgjiaLSLs4J-nr3gKvlfTsJdImv1QzcdX4EGdVXHQ/s400/DSCN4264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618078763642364434" border="0" /></a><br />Jared & I celebrated our 13th anniversary. He wanted to go to Texas Roadhouse and since my sisters and I always dress up for birthdays, he brought home hats and boots to dress up for our dinner out. We were surprised by how many comments we received about our hats - we do live in Lehi after all!<br /><br />And, we started and ended April with music. Jared took me to see Reba & George Strait at the beginning of the month. I luv Reba! We went to the symphony at teh end of the month the see a Tribute to ABBA for our anniversary. Thanks to Jared's Mom & Dad for the tickets! And, thanks to Jared for listening to music he would have never chosen on his own!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWUchHKuZEpwTiGsMHQgcNaAGnsGI3MQzKaZXH4kKjOPBjjCWYuszJPl-QzIYfRKAu0ztpL9vJ4RKA1dNDQKafNYWEV3AnbzVIzS05U9ZtwOrS3OK2xplt9PYCAPequ4t_LHXvLPXKNK6G/s1600/reba-mcentire-june-2010.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWUchHKuZEpwTiGsMHQgcNaAGnsGI3MQzKaZXH4kKjOPBjjCWYuszJPl-QzIYfRKAu0ztpL9vJ4RKA1dNDQKafNYWEV3AnbzVIzS05U9ZtwOrS3OK2xplt9PYCAPequ4t_LHXvLPXKNK6G/s1600/reba-mcentire-june-2010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />This picture is from Manda's blog, I don't remember her running down to the floor to get such a close-up, so I'm guessing it's not really from the concert...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj234hyphenhyphenG_0vCpS_-7fs7gw6XCJWd9xVfurR0Ipcx_cTsvNVEOgukBQV6RFXwqUApgm0TpBP-QVVYdc_uavVu-BY_TWt2YFiJbyMupDD5OFaZNZW1T0Oo8ZnNB4XZQEem5fUXnjEbM_fQFJ1/s1600/IMAG0021.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj234hyphenhyphenG_0vCpS_-7fs7gw6XCJWd9xVfurR0Ipcx_cTsvNVEOgukBQV6RFXwqUApgm0TpBP-QVVYdc_uavVu-BY_TWt2YFiJbyMupDD5OFaZNZW1T0Oo8ZnNB4XZQEem5fUXnjEbM_fQFJ1/s1600/IMAG0021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgovjMJWq98kYWvJW1np_nzS_x4owZ_3Tngb6cpJLIH9g3v0rpBmdGXgwQV8RB-Ca-tg5V9xrufuHtsIsBWOpfSa1fuN1BwDyM3A9kao8DSLPAOux5T8tlsb_C-eoNG6fIZqd6cY09oODFT/s1600/IMAG0018.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgovjMJWq98kYWvJW1np_nzS_x4owZ_3Tngb6cpJLIH9g3v0rpBmdGXgwQV8RB-Ca-tg5V9xrufuHtsIsBWOpfSa1fuN1BwDyM3A9kao8DSLPAOux5T8tlsb_C-eoNG6fIZqd6cY09oODFT/s1600/IMAG0018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />but these are!Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-33110521056394066222011-05-27T13:15:00.000-07:002011-05-27T13:21:47.138-07:00Sam's haircut<div style="text-align: center;">Being the youngest has it's perks. One of those being that mom is too tired to fight the Bowl-Cut war anymore. The boys just don't understand that they have been blessed with good hair. The bowl-cut is the only way I can think of to let their hair grow a little longer without looking like we're Utah County Rebels!<br /><br />So, Sam wanted spikes. Spikes like Trayce (our neighbor). Fine.<br />Jake had a bowl-cut until he was 10, Cam until he was 8, and Josh until he was 6.<br />Sam got rid of it at 3.<br />You can see why I don't like it - he aged 10 years in the 15 minutes it took to cut his hair!<br />But, the spikes are cute, too.<br />And, he has a whole upper half of his face we didn't even know existed!<br />Like I said, one of the many, many perks of being Sammers!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC-NF26IdRrCnRGDtjrBMYOV0qVx8CtsopKbJ6fp-9TGRkBhU9ELItqFM-6iNa0nQlroSHOlz2EXetgL7UEjXwC4G751WHccQzVQaukxFh9XhezZ61Y-LyAMjuTbBr0PfGQSJNiJbTzQg/s1600/DSCN4210.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC-NF26IdRrCnRGDtjrBMYOV0qVx8CtsopKbJ6fp-9TGRkBhU9ELItqFM-6iNa0nQlroSHOlz2EXetgL7UEjXwC4G751WHccQzVQaukxFh9XhezZ61Y-LyAMjuTbBr0PfGQSJNiJbTzQg/s400/DSCN4210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611492333841207730" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-82141173498439369922011-05-27T12:56:00.000-07:002011-05-27T13:15:42.222-07:00Spring Break at Powder MountainI'm so far behind and every day that I put off catching up, I get further behind! To quote Sam : " S'not fair!" With that whining out of the way, I'm going to try to get caught up..baby steps.<br /><br />For Spring Break, we went up to Powder Mountain for the weekend (April 16-17). (It was an attempt at a little bit of redemption on my part as the boys had decided by this point that they didn't want a baby, they wanted to go to LegoLand which was the pre-baby plan.)We spent Friday evening at the pool and the kids stayed up watching movies til they fell asleep. Saturday, they couldn't wait to get in the snow. We went over the the hill with the ski lift and sled down it for a while. The best part was that once we got too cold to sled anymore, we put out suits back on and went back to the pool!<br /><br /><div><embed src="http://widget-ff.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=1297036692710536191&site=widget-ff.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1297036692710536191&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-ff.slide.com/p1/1297036692710536191/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1297036692710536191&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-ff.slide.com/p2/1297036692710536191/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1297036692710536191&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-ff.slide.com/p4/1297036692710536191/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-12278405996386714192011-04-19T20:26:00.000-07:002011-04-19T20:38:17.202-07:00Wanna see something cool?<iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ebqYi9j7dvw" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"></iframe><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So, this is Baby Meiners #5.<br />He/she is my favorite right now.<br />He/she doesn't whine at me.<br />He/she doesn't poop his/her pants that he/she's not wearing.<br />Although,<br />He/she does make me puke my guts out all day,<br />but he/she can't help that.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">The biggest reason, though, </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">He/she is 2 weeks further along than we thought!</span><br /><br />I love you best, Baby Meiners #5.<br /><br /><br /></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-84224651179159944542011-04-11T14:41:00.000-07:002011-04-11T15:17:58.515-07:00Manda's ReceptionThe Party of the Year (at least for us, and at least until Grace's baptism in November) was Manda & Tony's wedding reception. Manda, Abby, Libby, and I worked on stuff from October until 15 minutes before the party started! I was mainly in charge of ties, vests, centerpieces, and wedding cake.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEida80_pfKR-zFfwEb-whiYGE7kzOompDhfCmPaJoJ6Y2kHaiIxMbqrF1nC12dbLcxzIaa4Ih_BK01lTM8DGeZ7cSusQJvjx2afSUQwNVM_xkXhGcvPUf9tRqbGoRtP3sldGaXt8QHq0i8/s1600/189990_1916532116864_1348807110_3004042_3548392_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEida80_pfKR-zFfwEb-whiYGE7kzOompDhfCmPaJoJ6Y2kHaiIxMbqrF1nC12dbLcxzIaa4Ih_BK01lTM8DGeZ7cSusQJvjx2afSUQwNVM_xkXhGcvPUf9tRqbGoRtP3sldGaXt8QHq0i8/s400/189990_1916532116864_1348807110_3004042_3548392_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594447716700845106" border="0" /></a><br />Manda and Tony at the party. Our friends from Louisiana (that now live in Layton) were so fabulous to come down and do Manda's make-up and help the rest of us with our hair.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv5KYIxlzemnfFYgDed-MwEF0wWQ4vZ9QQ0wXaegAWfLj059YqzwIrt03OkzOE1kyvc3ibdkv-ur44uEINobfc4gQ6lT8YZ4WoUQHJBjYGXVNjjav7K0J7NzQM943upVBPZpw-y4tjFPg/s1600/198227_1916576397971_1348807110_3004288_2024146_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv5KYIxlzemnfFYgDed-MwEF0wWQ4vZ9QQ0wXaegAWfLj059YqzwIrt03OkzOE1kyvc3ibdkv-ur44uEINobfc4gQ6lT8YZ4WoUQHJBjYGXVNjjav7K0J7NzQM943upVBPZpw-y4tjFPg/s400/198227_1916576397971_1348807110_3004288_2024146_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594447714143288034" border="0" /></a><br />Our family shot with a little extra coolness from Cam! Now we just need a good 80's party so we can wear the ties and vests again!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFIv_etZfEIrYYLOU_fmAQgBFXUaTNcyJLYIc1dnjtyJL8RPPeZUYRr-5i_cyL5tHYh6aY1RJdxv5gkXrQPPWwOiwCMGBNqHFolkQP4P345eqKYg9Nmb4UwyJ7fvYbrbTm8QZgKnku464/s1600/183146_10150109416053426_500243425_6431789_2587248_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFIv_etZfEIrYYLOU_fmAQgBFXUaTNcyJLYIc1dnjtyJL8RPPeZUYRr-5i_cyL5tHYh6aY1RJdxv5gkXrQPPWwOiwCMGBNqHFolkQP4P345eqKYg9Nmb4UwyJ7fvYbrbTm8QZgKnku464/s400/183146_10150109416053426_500243425_6431789_2587248_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594444696667584770" border="0" /></a><br />Our whole Brossette family<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8uiZ0EwFDcAHxynqMciS1S9Y2MCnPC9-oWFLpYTFxBQTnxbcorh03SZ4EpxcH4dks4r7kotnCxYbS2osf6BZZnPU7FYkLcn713rKV6mWAuKsgKJFzdcwzwUQ4CtVqyIzw6XxY23FWnGM/s1600/182075_10150100231934877_501034876_6483952_2231757_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8uiZ0EwFDcAHxynqMciS1S9Y2MCnPC9-oWFLpYTFxBQTnxbcorh03SZ4EpxcH4dks4r7kotnCxYbS2osf6BZZnPU7FYkLcn713rKV6mWAuKsgKJFzdcwzwUQ4CtVqyIzw6XxY23FWnGM/s400/182075_10150100231934877_501034876_6483952_2231757_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594444695148736418" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4bFG9LTIVUAdxNIRkAFqRLRzN9RQp2-M5W0NK7V8QiQVOLy2R3DDGj_6ZuDFGrsYsNX70nJNthmebD5flsXt3kJ77TxTCJDjSngbo2CrgMIVmybmEJpP698IjOQ0wnKs4SHRsFI3g5s/s1600/183142_1916547157240_1348807110_3004143_7184485_n.jpg"> </a><br />Lib made the Groom's cake - we behaved and didn't make the U blue.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4bFG9LTIVUAdxNIRkAFqRLRzN9RQp2-M5W0NK7V8QiQVOLy2R3DDGj_6ZuDFGrsYsNX70nJNthmebD5flsXt3kJ77TxTCJDjSngbo2CrgMIVmybmEJpP698IjOQ0wnKs4SHRsFI3g5s/s1600/183142_1916547157240_1348807110_3004143_7184485_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4bFG9LTIVUAdxNIRkAFqRLRzN9RQp2-M5W0NK7V8QiQVOLy2R3DDGj_6ZuDFGrsYsNX70nJNthmebD5flsXt3kJ77TxTCJDjSngbo2CrgMIVmybmEJpP698IjOQ0wnKs4SHRsFI3g5s/s400/183142_1916547157240_1348807110_3004143_7184485_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594449877069494210" border="0" /> </a><br />Grace taught Cam some dance moves.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOt7bGpo4qUoRW7g4fPnLA5JnqAJAu2xZRR3A2GgnSABDgpSig2hJYonxH5lRcOD_BBSznl23kMww1Pbs6Xf7FQr7gYCXMAGZwnOL3t6slSWxmbCOoox_x3eugBQxSZKECgmiaSIgXRNw/s1600/180512_10150100231909877_501034876_6483951_2044319_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOt7bGpo4qUoRW7g4fPnLA5JnqAJAu2xZRR3A2GgnSABDgpSig2hJYonxH5lRcOD_BBSznl23kMww1Pbs6Xf7FQr7gYCXMAGZwnOL3t6slSWxmbCOoox_x3eugBQxSZKECgmiaSIgXRNw/s400/180512_10150100231909877_501034876_6483951_2044319_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594444690257269410" border="0" /></a><br />The wedding cake. Lib baked and I decorated. Luckily, Lib transported it, too. I think I would've panicked on the way had it been in my car.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWMOIgY-LaI2-lgO7VFT6q0OYgjOc5V9bES0AuDfeC9RgdEgbEs84KuCEb-sEF6YpSomrXsRXIirANmjN6qd1nEQY05N1fuLVAmi8hb_znL93E2rDIMy_j5wsS5sZ9lUonrQ2ff9iQeOU/s1600/188977_10150109402543426_500243425_6431539_6275114_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWMOIgY-LaI2-lgO7VFT6q0OYgjOc5V9bES0AuDfeC9RgdEgbEs84KuCEb-sEF6YpSomrXsRXIirANmjN6qd1nEQY05N1fuLVAmi8hb_znL93E2rDIMy_j5wsS5sZ9lUonrQ2ff9iQeOU/s400/188977_10150109402543426_500243425_6431539_6275114_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594444700167733762" border="0" /></a><br />James & Miles dancing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijYZz38xfzJBUslBmUqWrlDjgTaGGbnHYYuJlXrPMYKtoC7G5BvjCDtnVgT1ss4XXt6pD9K5ax_ciFU8g3B1NNHiR4Br61JWn7LwxpLJmHsoc3z4caawqpuQuSy-GlqfsigyMOKa4a1wk/s1600/189346_1916530876833_1348807110_3004034_5538932_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijYZz38xfzJBUslBmUqWrlDjgTaGGbnHYYuJlXrPMYKtoC7G5BvjCDtnVgT1ss4XXt6pD9K5ax_ciFU8g3B1NNHiR4Br61JWn7LwxpLJmHsoc3z4caawqpuQuSy-GlqfsigyMOKa4a1wk/s400/189346_1916530876833_1348807110_3004034_5538932_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594449875603452274" border="0" /></a><br />My friends,Easton, Michelle, and Laurie that came to the party. Laurie was accused of being Manda's mom once when Manda came to church with us. Easton was one of my preschool students that took a liking to Crazy Aunt Manda. And, Michelle is my friend but also Easton's mom & driver.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-41485661558352286272011-03-14T12:11:00.000-07:002011-03-14T12:21:53.261-07:00Cricut Cake 02/18/11We needed a cake. One that would feed 250 people, have 3 tiers, be teal, and have a peacock on it. We were having no luck finding one for under $700. That's right, $700 for a cake! So, I got this crazy idea that we could make the cake if we bought the Cricut cake machine. I went to Libby with this epiphany so she could talk sense to me, but instead, she hopped on my Crazy Train!<br /><br />The machine sat in my Overstock cart for two weeks before I was brave enough to hit the 'Buy It' button. With $100 from the wedding budget and $50 put in from my sisters, it was much easier to push the button!<br /><br />We tried it out on the Bridal Shower cupcakes.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.googleusercontent.com/public/rlSlRY3iWwz_2OOL0elpvavzgQi-IGdUCwrmlNI_AWZGI1DRLGnQvSpRoyo534C-CD3Jinud-OMETbhBZLI40jIJuowlBvThqd1Ho1xQ3PBO5UdOqiQM-nD5UH3E0SqYxjQXTgk8BcphJapcALnDqqTpXyouF0HXHSUxv5Q6K0Py9hlNZJjRFL9exlgxSJQlbydFAm1H3sqJGCztpRZnqv16xPr3Tu8"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://lh4.googleusercontent.com/public/rlSlRY3iWwz_2OOL0elpvavzgQi-IGdUCwrmlNI_AWZGI1DRLGnQvSpRoyo534C-CD3Jinud-OMETbhBZLI40jIJuowlBvThqd1Ho1xQ3PBO5UdOqiQM-nD5UH3E0SqYxjQXTgk8BcphJapcALnDqqTpXyouF0HXHSUxv5Q6K0Py9hlNZJjRFL9exlgxSJQlbydFAm1H3sqJGCztpRZnqv16xPr3Tu8" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />This is the Cricut Cake Machine.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNvDSHmQ8iCpw5t2tEq5T2sEG9kr19rC7Ou6PdGbhx1bdqLQ1WrYOMZr9Jycbc96PP08EojVGqNpNn_g6Y0TiHbsdckzeRjWskH5Ps8gq6dMMTZTd-MzRCYoKEu_dfC1AByUKdKLfHaLQ/s1600/mcupcakes2JPG.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNvDSHmQ8iCpw5t2tEq5T2sEG9kr19rC7Ou6PdGbhx1bdqLQ1WrYOMZr9Jycbc96PP08EojVGqNpNn_g6Y0TiHbsdckzeRjWskH5Ps8gq6dMMTZTd-MzRCYoKEu_dfC1AByUKdKLfHaLQ/s400/mcupcakes2JPG.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584016959304082130" border="0" /></a><br />Peacock themed cupcakes for Manda's Cafe Rio "I'm the Bride" lunch<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEiqXRpjzTVDGKAYMyJH8oRaAHhJujYc9QEDZsLWG7Av6l3LpZLfvc2oX7bMfwcZ5-dwvmlTtG9C1sYOIJRdEHDNd9SksBf_rAYehMapbQecxYPi3Fi5sHKgPDoN2MY0G9f5QBXlWbciM/s1600/mcupcakes.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEiqXRpjzTVDGKAYMyJH8oRaAHhJujYc9QEDZsLWG7Av6l3LpZLfvc2oX7bMfwcZ5-dwvmlTtG9C1sYOIJRdEHDNd9SksBf_rAYehMapbQecxYPi3Fi5sHKgPDoN2MY0G9f5QBXlWbciM/s400/mcupcakes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584016954734739506" border="0" /></a><br />Libby's food blog pictures to make sure you see all the fabulousness!<br /></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-41861560170549070612011-03-12T20:53:00.000-08:002011-03-12T20:59:08.643-08:00Manda & Tony's Wedding 2/25/2011<div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;">Crazy Aunt Manda got married!<br />Married?<br />Yes, married!<br />Married?<br />Married! Sheesh!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhouqVYtMdXyrKI0geswDA9RaDbzcvPZuQ-LIH8-_kxLVvb8xLv-Zf4QntX369Xt9cPmxL9SLcMYDt1Q52-XZEHrXg-lDcKYT0Q4mzf0Q_P1Hpyjr30UMmWcnO2F93sSbVrLwHp0IB3nK4/s1600/190364_1914886195717_1348807110_3001430_1021344_n-1.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhouqVYtMdXyrKI0geswDA9RaDbzcvPZuQ-LIH8-_kxLVvb8xLv-Zf4QntX369Xt9cPmxL9SLcMYDt1Q52-XZEHrXg-lDcKYT0Q4mzf0Q_P1Hpyjr30UMmWcnO2F93sSbVrLwHp0IB3nK4/s320/190364_1914886195717_1348807110_3001430_1021344_n-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Tony and Manda after the Wedding Ceremony<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEHm5Wj-J5qVc_fs9a1cSrM2wHZmv-Hq2aZZWlQfAR7pTVY_ijvNy9JolVJJr8dZ2Y24-vJf1V2ra2YwQ14eQ9ZcM4aT8BW0WN9x_1PbuDuZ7ocS70Db2vqeJUXAqyRKF0_CrCPzjHhes/s1600/183689_1914923156641_1348807110_3001644_7756038_n.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEHm5Wj-J5qVc_fs9a1cSrM2wHZmv-Hq2aZZWlQfAR7pTVY_ijvNy9JolVJJr8dZ2Y24-vJf1V2ra2YwQ14eQ9ZcM4aT8BW0WN9x_1PbuDuZ7ocS70Db2vqeJUXAqyRKF0_CrCPzjHhes/s320/183689_1914923156641_1348807110_3001644_7756038_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Tony and Manda at the Gateway on our way to dinner at Tucano's<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO0OWUlu3Q8keTWZPyjWUdp1R5l9fDQCpkLjpjdy97fbobP_QE8N7-227jy1L2hVzHpwM19lz0WXGM11SB-65_Zgn8qXkVr0L_EeHwzI9uI5Dy3FCzdwANnpV4wr30ApKeGNkRFkmXDTM/s1600/185643_1914906476224_1348807110_3001554_3480570_n-1.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO0OWUlu3Q8keTWZPyjWUdp1R5l9fDQCpkLjpjdy97fbobP_QE8N7-227jy1L2hVzHpwM19lz0WXGM11SB-65_Zgn8qXkVr0L_EeHwzI9uI5Dy3FCzdwANnpV4wr30ApKeGNkRFkmXDTM/s320/185643_1914906476224_1348807110_3001554_3480570_n-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">No party is complete without a Sister Picture!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM5JF8u6AsiCDYkn8d0BiGKeYknsSX7qEM9bNNz9yalSmXdK8x1JBqvh44ts92cNpZDa5cLqnHEu2T5NXc2AFlaSfJuQnJu6Znsc_4pTlUAqn8ovDLTiG5-dMG8IlnAf2Ukl8zNrRl9tA/s1600/190612_1914931276844_1348807110_3001674_6082548_n.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM5JF8u6AsiCDYkn8d0BiGKeYknsSX7qEM9bNNz9yalSmXdK8x1JBqvh44ts92cNpZDa5cLqnHEu2T5NXc2AFlaSfJuQnJu6Znsc_4pTlUAqn8ovDLTiG5-dMG8IlnAf2Ukl8zNrRl9tA/s320/190612_1914931276844_1348807110_3001674_6082548_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Tony and Manda at Tucano's.</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-50916866667948823022011-03-12T20:16:00.000-08:002011-03-12T20:26:47.778-08:00Our Valentine's DayI wish I had pictures!<br />But, I didn't know what was happening when I left the house!<br /><br />Around 4PM, Jared called me and asked me to go outside and look in the car for something. Before I could get to the car door, I saw a plate full of chocolate covered strawberries on the hood. They came with a note that told me to "take a break and go to Hart's for a sodie".<br /><br />I got to Hart's and the lady behind the counter gave me my mug (that Jared had dropped off there 3 days in advance) and told me that my drink had already been paid for. I wonder by who? Inside the mug was a stuffed frog and a note sending me to Lisa's house.<br /><br />I got to Lisa's house and she gave me a note and a box with a pair of earrings that I thought I had lost along with two new pairs of earrings. A week before, I had lost one of my favorite silver earrings when I got my hair cut. Or, so I thought. Jared bought me new silver earrings and then found the lost one in my car, so he wrapped them all together. I stayed and visited with Lisa until he called and said I could come home.<br /><br />I came home to a tablecloth and candles on the table which had been moved into he front room. He had made us a steak, salad, baked potato diner and even had music playing in the background. Music being Reba! He banished the kids to the basement with pizza and a movie and we had a nice, quiet dinner. After dinner, we watched Bed of Roses which was my favorite chick flick from college and required that he dust off the VCR and hook it up!<br /><br />It was a fabulous Valentine's Day. Jared went so far above and beyond to make me feel special and it worked!Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-30968576610686481502011-03-12T20:06:00.001-08:002011-03-12T20:15:38.460-08:00Valentine's Day in Kindergarten 2/14/2011<div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;">Every holiday is super-sized when you're in Kindergarten! It doesn't matter how you've celebrated for the last five years, this year will definitely be better!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-e9gZZStIHF9UBpRLoD6ZKWAavTRpV8hlY0fSOTJ_6WeOBuFvnE5_CmvxyR8tAHIQUPn2ffCuP1oYLo87H-DF6XccLDYEOOdl-9BGNuc5yQ-N4HiDTyDCnga8A12oRmhhd3KgETduCT0/s1600/DSCN3991.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-e9gZZStIHF9UBpRLoD6ZKWAavTRpV8hlY0fSOTJ_6WeOBuFvnE5_CmvxyR8tAHIQUPn2ffCuP1oYLo87H-DF6XccLDYEOOdl-9BGNuc5yQ-N4HiDTyDCnga8A12oRmhhd3KgETduCT0/s320/DSCN3991.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Josh came home from school wearing his "Special Delivery" valentine costume. He was so funny trying to get out of the carpool van and get his heart on over his coat before coming in the house!<br /><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikruWQgpds0kuw-5DgemIRmUiwU7397COjPbmgbvk8qImb8jUiB8RMyegX3KnA2bpAjc03VX7QGim3A3GXVOBpcGUzFCeofGalDOr8D7Eg3YCKXoEm4k6vkn5Cn3ZbjYZw4zy5dWSOd48/s1600/DSCN3993.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikruWQgpds0kuw-5DgemIRmUiwU7397COjPbmgbvk8qImb8jUiB8RMyegX3KnA2bpAjc03VX7QGim3A3GXVOBpcGUzFCeofGalDOr8D7Eg3YCKXoEm4k6vkn5Cn3ZbjYZw4zy5dWSOd48/s320/DSCN3993.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>These were his Valentine's that we made for his friends in his class.<br /><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8jSUvaG5uRNxNZ6lxJbXtP4yOjeYJv5JhAVXdnug3QPtIh9SAzMn7_ar7pXV6puAkrn2SzVZfmDn107o8Y2Dt91SdCv73kMfFtrHfvM1AMGL8cp9qusx9EwBI3tcXBaYd0ne_6IuApQ/s1600/DSCN3992.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8jSUvaG5uRNxNZ6lxJbXtP4yOjeYJv5JhAVXdnug3QPtIh9SAzMn7_ar7pXV6puAkrn2SzVZfmDn107o8Y2Dt91SdCv73kMfFtrHfvM1AMGL8cp9qusx9EwBI3tcXBaYd0ne_6IuApQ/s320/DSCN3992.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>And, his Valentine box which had to be the best thing we've EVER created!<br /><br /><br />Jake and Cam celebrated Valentine's in their classes, too, but they're not up for all of the memory-making photos. Jake's box looked a lot like Josh's. He made it completely himself. Cam's looked similar to the <a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://familyfun.go.com/assets/cms/crafts/love-boat-valentines-day-craft-photo-420-FF0211CREATA05.jpg">Love Boat</a>, but we left off the frilly pink junk and put S.S.Cam on the back.<div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-38873885721882458122011-03-12T19:58:00.000-08:002011-03-12T19:59:53.336-08:00Sometimes... 01/22/2011<div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUPH0EB_kY7sBWwXuknZBAAuMi_lLYC90wPzMNnWRA-Fs3G8iuQb2M0QaW_-xXxw1d2pOrVFso5ubcqkgM0PsrClN5-nZVb-V-N0qw9DC5_BXUg0Sh_ncO9M3qaVmaChYcqhxYcd_c3Dw/s1600/DSCN3901.JPG"></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Sam is really cute.<br />And, he asks for a prize after going to JoAnn's.<br />For the fifth time in one week.<br />And, I oblige.<br />Then, we glue popsicle sticks together instead of working on our 'wedding jobs'.<br />(Don't tell Manda!)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZv5k_87V5bucaeGavATYYGRcEfOfDhIMOZeVQku-kJ-NDoxboF2YqEscAlCOkb-viOnZjY5veL59SAiksMo4_kzwdKynQ7XBI4u6KNbJI-6TqqZhVXRCs7_77ov-SdyuVvqXjAqpfyco/s1600/DSCN3902.JPG"></a> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiok1jm3wUFGRchhJ7RQEN-SpcrgdlxSXgHyvbE8Od_Ie0WZjRH0RBvSf_HHBgmxnb-pEKfKO8fM6ROWSeAV71p2iVVvWfzvNogEV9YHDhFKbScQENf2AlKBR1qM2bN88w-r9HrA21jX_w/s1600/DSCN3988.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiok1jm3wUFGRchhJ7RQEN-SpcrgdlxSXgHyvbE8Od_Ie0WZjRH0RBvSf_HHBgmxnb-pEKfKO8fM6ROWSeAV71p2iVVvWfzvNogEV9YHDhFKbScQENf2AlKBR1qM2bN88w-r9HrA21jX_w/s320/DSCN3988.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-37305807252985077052011-03-12T19:46:00.001-08:002011-03-12T19:47:05.986-08:00Jr. Jazz (Jan-Feb 2011)<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDzlcw_L1cfPIojto0WzZipJntX360GHOe8iGisoShDGKhhpKbZ8EHRK-YO3SymlTT8-d8b-zzpafz9yJgIL8ZkecM0dCxQw6c0r88lolsEoKvxN_9M9JXBYOEQwoJgJhCbI2zsbrK7Kc/s1600/DSCN3729.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDzlcw_L1cfPIojto0WzZipJntX360GHOe8iGisoShDGKhhpKbZ8EHRK-YO3SymlTT8-d8b-zzpafz9yJgIL8ZkecM0dCxQw6c0r88lolsEoKvxN_9M9JXBYOEQwoJgJhCbI2zsbrK7Kc/s400/DSCN3729.JPG" /></a><br />Joshie playing ball<br /><br /></div>All three of the big boys played Jr. Jazz basketball this year. I should probably say all four of the big boys since Jared coached Jake's team! We had games every Thursday and double games on Saturdays! That's a lot of basketball!<br /><br />Jake & Jared's team did really well. They won most of their games. The 5th-6th grade league plays full court and calls things like traveling & fouls. Jake has enjoyd playing 'real' ball. He even went so far as to declare his career path on his Jr. High registration as NBA All-Star!<br /><br />Cam played in the 3rd-4th grade league. There aren't many rules and his team didn't have practices outside of the 20 minute warm-ups before games. Cam is ready for rules and fouls - he got a little discouraged, but he stayed with it. I went to the first couple games alone because Jared was coaching at the same time. But, that kid really put on a show for his dad during the third game! He was so excited to steal, shoot, and rebound for Jared!<br /><br />Josh played his first year of basketball. I was so surprised at how well he could dribble. And run. At the same time! He definitely didn't get that from me! I loved watching his games for so many reasons, but the biggest one was watching all these cute boys and girls smile and wave every time they ran to their parents' end of the court!<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-84071767455426802572011-03-12T15:13:00.001-08:002011-03-12T15:39:51.671-08:00Wedding Kitchen<div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;">This is what our kitchen looked like for most of February!<br />OK, I'm lying.<br />I picked up a few things before I took the picture.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxY-ahF2a-FUTneLczRCU4BUtGY9e3i7I1T9j_DAwXSMEs3GAIAf_UdGurPbelUE83kOH-HY55m_l1OSiqJ1U_Dri5ScXiJUoU60AM8WxMUiMc5c2tR8miUxMCMDvyvoZqD2yb06V2PVI/s1600/weddingkitchen.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxY-ahF2a-FUTneLczRCU4BUtGY9e3i7I1T9j_DAwXSMEs3GAIAf_UdGurPbelUE83kOH-HY55m_l1OSiqJ1U_Dri5ScXiJUoU60AM8WxMUiMc5c2tR8miUxMCMDvyvoZqD2yb06V2PVI/s400/weddingkitchen.JPG" width="454" border="0" height="371" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-40629885198834834712011-03-12T14:44:00.000-08:002011-03-12T15:32:35.544-08:00Sam's Happy 3rd Birthday! 1-19-11<div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;">Sam loves the Wonder Pets! You know these guys, right? They're <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sewious</span>!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYEbrrdHDDrRJt8qR-vHXDfWzCdGXMYg0rpM_hAVbuYPSZOrI2ZNkrDwcCiwZUTk7usnRTwpB1_vtMOvgSa4QlfFHuIgjRKFXUvZH-gaBRyj3_8G1t_V_H6DhDzsBr1lG0-UHir22pjHY/s1600/the_wonder_pets.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 347px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYEbrrdHDDrRJt8qR-vHXDfWzCdGXMYg0rpM_hAVbuYPSZOrI2ZNkrDwcCiwZUTk7usnRTwpB1_vtMOvgSa4QlfFHuIgjRKFXUvZH-gaBRyj3_8G1t_V_H6DhDzsBr1lG0-UHir22pjHY/s400/the_wonder_pets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583339263590519986" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So, naturally, we had a Wonder Pet party. We gave all of our friends Wonder Pet capes and then got busy answering the phone calls of animals in trouble! Jake and Cam giggled their way through phone calls from Jared's phone out on the porch and we listened to their calls for help on my phone inside. Once we knew who needed help, we set off the rescue them and get our reward.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvEEHYWpvkwJF8u3PnVZS3H8JqWZQ2ZpzzyTCogC1tLMrfZw-CNoVX7i77NHeIG4KNvt5fpA4hcY_e-TnLzW-wSHD4-uaDkIvOqCJEnYVqEHvHhw_TgjVz8axwxcjXpJJSHtmdvkkv9tE/s1600/166675_488789971287_530001287_6600492_6605581_n.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvEEHYWpvkwJF8u3PnVZS3H8JqWZQ2ZpzzyTCogC1tLMrfZw-CNoVX7i77NHeIG4KNvt5fpA4hcY_e-TnLzW-wSHD4-uaDkIvOqCJEnYVqEHvHhw_TgjVz8axwxcjXpJJSHtmdvkkv9tE/s320/166675_488789971287_530001287_6600492_6605581_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRHoYOTMgunQN43Wp2F3-W5KlOi7nVyvRf9c9UPrJwZBIaQTS4Vd2T9qrs2e8Y-4QEbN7n6LRDkmeo6W_FqQFir2y85lbRJHJo4QSzbrkgfTHoojYqR1oMPPKqHhrkXiBXYn4WhVNdWLQ/s1600/165771_488790001287_530001287_6600495_7265415_n.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRHoYOTMgunQN43Wp2F3-W5KlOi7nVyvRf9c9UPrJwZBIaQTS4Vd2T9qrs2e8Y-4QEbN7n6LRDkmeo6W_FqQFir2y85lbRJHJo4QSzbrkgfTHoojYqR1oMPPKqHhrkXiBXYn4WhVNdWLQ/s320/165771_488790001287_530001287_6600495_7265415_n.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>First, we saved the Poodle that was stuck <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">on the</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Statue</span> of Liberty's nose. Just an FYI, I went into the tax place in the AF Costco parking lot and told them what we were doing and they gave us enough lady Liberty crowns for all of our guests! They're awesome!<br /><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxTcK07x1NgjMc1DLxp8bRPxoOM3zaLZIGdNj3WP3MkRtpH7QFJLTcN_pAunhcf9VMIMW8-Aaff9d_L0w4t__wyCZMI9qkQZeoQNUPG6tR_-XnQQJ6CJffTLpwOE6w2qFRPFtyH2tgGXI/s1600/DSCN3909.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxTcK07x1NgjMc1DLxp8bRPxoOM3zaLZIGdNj3WP3MkRtpH7QFJLTcN_pAunhcf9VMIMW8-Aaff9d_L0w4t__wyCZMI9qkQZeoQNUPG6tR_-XnQQJ6CJffTLpwOE6w2qFRPFtyH2tgGXI/s320/DSCN3909.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQevsKuxVhPrweWhcowOl9FRzOG0jRyHuWjZTJml-C5ztwRwmJYplW2B6PcdIqdg-BRHymibUyuLKpUV3KcRWGgdeMyEamr3G20eSVbdhPgTuw4ae0uYVd1pn4mfQWot6QVNFVBzx-Mok/s1600/167065_488790141287_530001287_6600506_1822875_n.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQevsKuxVhPrweWhcowOl9FRzOG0jRyHuWjZTJml-C5ztwRwmJYplW2B6PcdIqdg-BRHymibUyuLKpUV3KcRWGgdeMyEamr3G20eSVbdhPgTuw4ae0uYVd1pn4mfQWot6QVNFVBzx-Mok/s320/167065_488790141287_530001287_6600506_1822875_n.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>Next, we saved <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">the</span> poodle that was stuck on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">the</span> Eiffel Tower (colored by Josh). We all got a little poodle puff for that one!<br /><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9OlAe1Ph2rKBUhMg1gd3tWoEmSSAaLGr_lW3iv3iGR-zfBwPg8_sCBPIQhg-C-R-ZT9Pdh6ZMGvOl6T4hIlpkjHO6xwdgQLXasNhelAO9AX-Cz1Sa2VJmhKkYG0A0BiNwy8Yd8CJ_EtU/s1600/179600_488789916287_530001287_6600486_5298157_n.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9OlAe1Ph2rKBUhMg1gd3tWoEmSSAaLGr_lW3iv3iGR-zfBwPg8_sCBPIQhg-C-R-ZT9Pdh6ZMGvOl6T4hIlpkjHO6xwdgQLXasNhelAO9AX-Cz1Sa2VJmhKkYG0A0BiNwy8Yd8CJ_EtU/s320/179600_488789916287_530001287_6600486_5298157_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Then, we had to save the dolphin that was stuck in a net. Our dolphin looked a little bit like a goldfish, but he was a dolphin! We shared gummy dolphins/sharks as a prize.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAcR3AwrQ2Jz9jUR3HQeMNF0EcmpRC_yQMcJIPjFzALzdObOrDUKJBzD8g_t41rnTPdHnz53EBaiJRkiKILyXANKheu3r4YD-sjZR9FnXUnqyQybftwMQsC3esAN5CVp9tc_U6if_ADX4/s1600/DSCN3911.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAcR3AwrQ2Jz9jUR3HQeMNF0EcmpRC_yQMcJIPjFzALzdObOrDUKJBzD8g_t41rnTPdHnz53EBaiJRkiKILyXANKheu3r4YD-sjZR9FnXUnqyQybftwMQsC3esAN5CVp9tc_U6if_ADX4/s320/DSCN3911.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Lastly, we had to save the chimp that was stuck in space. (We love this episode because the chimp tries to use a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">banana</span> for a phone!) Our reward was glow-in-the-dark bouncy balls.<br /><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qy07uLbPZ-zvj2fr324nIRcn5SldKcn5xB_gabdxR9_eJQWLC3eFwhEUJDQ_AhfJLNJoo78lU_whKZp9F0MdSeLTcxfLTE5TmvXglK5IrAiDT4VfPNMTrSOFlFZA8exzCk1DrEF6WP4/s1600/DSCN3925.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qy07uLbPZ-zvj2fr324nIRcn5SldKcn5xB_gabdxR9_eJQWLC3eFwhEUJDQ_AhfJLNJoo78lU_whKZp9F0MdSeLTcxfLTE5TmvXglK5IrAiDT4VfPNMTrSOFlFZA8exzCk1DrEF6WP4/s400/DSCN3925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583339911672926834" border="0" /></a><br />The Birthday Boy with his Wonder Pets cupcakes<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYEbrrdHDDrRJt8qR-vHXDfWzCdGXMYg0rpM_hAVbuYPSZOrI2ZNkrDwcCiwZUTk7usnRTwpB1_vtMOvgSa4QlfFHuIgjRKFXUvZH-gaBRyj3_8G1t_V_H6DhDzsBr1lG0-UHir22pjHY/s1600/the_wonder_pets.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-87441805458606825152011-03-12T14:10:00.000-08:002011-03-12T19:55:53.378-08:00Water Beads - 01/15/2011<div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;">We found the most fascinating thing to put in the centerpieces for Crazy Manda's wedding! These little water beads are tiny (see the bag by Sam's hand?) but when you add water to them, they grow to the size of marbles! The little white thing in the corner of the picture is a light that we put down inside of the marbles to make them glow. It may sound mundane, but in a house full of boys, this is<br />pretty amazing stuff!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-jc2ox4PSLgDGpryckYTocWo_BzxleKMaO9j2nDrKy6drbWKc8kbCjNsAKJ1y3rId-AFlH5Zgg12xxbVKxQT4R5rkImC5ioivlr-NCK_QLETgUxb_Vq-90h4MLjarJ8iTt-7Nss9JvJE/s1600/DSCN3901.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-jc2ox4PSLgDGpryckYTocWo_BzxleKMaO9j2nDrKy6drbWKc8kbCjNsAKJ1y3rId-AFlH5Zgg12xxbVKxQT4R5rkImC5ioivlr-NCK_QLETgUxb_Vq-90h4MLjarJ8iTt-7Nss9JvJE/s320/DSCN3901.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9_XcL02YRlrHYphtjIgitdHfWYFrA6jbloBii7nk4mqc7BRdb0sh-x9XFK5iLTW7PJfMmnE7buAncbqtgBTjjE5FTljtUjZvd0ruBv3Km5DM1mtdQvGt0k5bzDUUyasO4NgaR3EJjnXY/s1600/DSCN3902.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9_XcL02YRlrHYphtjIgitdHfWYFrA6jbloBii7nk4mqc7BRdb0sh-x9XFK5iLTW7PJfMmnE7buAncbqtgBTjjE5FTljtUjZvd0ruBv3Km5DM1mtdQvGt0k5bzDUUyasO4NgaR3EJjnXY/s320/DSCN3902.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The part that's not so amazing is the slippery sludge in my driveway that reappears each time there's precipitation! I guess that's what happens when Sam finds the 5 gallon Gott jug full of these things the day after the wedding and decides to pour them out!<br /></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-68985187020475949062011-03-12T14:05:00.000-08:002011-03-12T14:06:05.023-08:00Happy Birthday to Me! 1-11-11<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">On the way out the door to my Sister Party, I found these!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDKpoptNyl-XuKIcdmR_epGdQEOpDZFbtzkx5YJusseQszhe9W13KrDdTQinwDghtRc6fBhaaSyP-GzNCihxVyfL5RJpRhC0pkX5H_oekQNftrL-zVVy4sTnXqq9uaQiJTD4IRBV-7_M/s1600/DSCN3846.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDKpoptNyl-XuKIcdmR_epGdQEOpDZFbtzkx5YJusseQszhe9W13KrDdTQinwDghtRc6fBhaaSyP-GzNCihxVyfL5RJpRhC0pkX5H_oekQNftrL-zVVy4sTnXqq9uaQiJTD4IRBV-7_M/s320/DSCN3846.JPG" /></a><br />Well, actually, Sam and Jake had already been here and Jared returns every night so I didn't really find them. But, I did find a chocolate cake, a dozen roses and a new dryer.<br />A dryer that dries clothes in one load, not three!<br />A dryer that has a light inside - have you ever seen one of those?<br />A dryer that has a cool buzzer to let me know it's time to pause my stories and change the laundry!<br />I love it! Be jealous.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWOby8Sk7AQ8DBa4K0Iji2SGFf0dZ6clPtL28cl4txZGz8x8xF_hDo1s0Qhg0O4E7SuRKQ89z8NMar74v9j9Vt6JnPvhJvtQwGbAiirTu_qfnARb4cehI9rgNS6uJav9yMkDgFVJNXzHA/s1600/164386_488789671287_530001287_6600465_7486385_n.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWOby8Sk7AQ8DBa4K0Iji2SGFf0dZ6clPtL28cl4txZGz8x8xF_hDo1s0Qhg0O4E7SuRKQ89z8NMar74v9j9Vt6JnPvhJvtQwGbAiirTu_qfnARb4cehI9rgNS6uJav9yMkDgFVJNXzHA/s320/164386_488789671287_530001287_6600465_7486385_n.jpg" /></a> </div>We went to Godwood for my birthday dinner. I'm pretty sure all four of us got brisket. And don't let your eyes fool you, that IS a Diet Coke brownie cake!<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihqCMjspqqvrAU4J3pftHVXCn6kCH3GG5c2h-Dl2fwT-_VApUF1ALA6kUWY8hPlcsLxkgyg0nd1Yvgcr2ou8Z6vxMM1Zzl6ox95Z-0ABu83G7eHivNMw52IETHvNDtg6zN1xRy2Xs5D0s/s1600/179360_488789636287_530001287_6600463_6985032_n.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihqCMjspqqvrAU4J3pftHVXCn6kCH3GG5c2h-Dl2fwT-_VApUF1ALA6kUWY8hPlcsLxkgyg0nd1Yvgcr2ou8Z6vxMM1Zzl6ox95Z-0ABu83G7eHivNMw52IETHvNDtg6zN1xRy2Xs5D0s/s320/179360_488789636287_530001287_6600463_6985032_n.jpg" /></a> </div>A better shot of the cake. Be double-jealous.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdmqFmML2bKpTQZj03DUfB0Fnr59OICsyw6hpipE662h9BSVJyVUlqnaTwZ94oj6PU7E8qZDdppdI59YJ17ha1fCvvQckG1WJgTDf54xh-0wY929tzDGP5LGjGAbFQT2wf-N9-GfMaBlw/s1600/164817_488789696287_530001287_6600467_5705616_n.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdmqFmML2bKpTQZj03DUfB0Fnr59OICsyw6hpipE662h9BSVJyVUlqnaTwZ94oj6PU7E8qZDdppdI59YJ17ha1fCvvQckG1WJgTDf54xh-0wY929tzDGP5LGjGAbFQT2wf-N9-GfMaBlw/s320/164817_488789696287_530001287_6600467_5705616_n.jpg" /></a> </div>And you can be triple-jealous because my ever-thoughtful sisters got me a Jake Ryan t-shirt for my gift!! Could you want anything else?<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWMfWV0CqcaGssT69ZoTJLZWL1KXoCgb2E78tPPtYbLnIjPAXfclbQhLA_h0A1J6viguYWqxOpmMIglwo6-f4XB58MQzit_VtETotDk7tF03mel3080pGOKYG555u-XjudxkypUsIPcHo/s1600/169095_488789841287_530001287_6600480_6340330_n.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWMfWV0CqcaGssT69ZoTJLZWL1KXoCgb2E78tPPtYbLnIjPAXfclbQhLA_h0A1J6viguYWqxOpmMIglwo6-f4XB58MQzit_VtETotDk7tF03mel3080pGOKYG555u-XjudxkypUsIPcHo/s320/169095_488789841287_530001287_6600480_6340330_n.jpg" /></a><br />After dinner, we went and tried on wedding shoes. You don't have to be jealous of this fabulous shot of me.</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRP9SKMYvXFvccaNL5FPDaqFXtF3L50T8ACnpI573qT9YpBxN0kIN3n7fwO-dwO6y0j1fxCE-QT4vbt8NeejINBNUfSHhAGsQ15j2zOTdbvykm6dkKK6SsaFfsBzx3qf6jeqpMGbpkV-E/s1600/DSCN3881.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRP9SKMYvXFvccaNL5FPDaqFXtF3L50T8ACnpI573qT9YpBxN0kIN3n7fwO-dwO6y0j1fxCE-QT4vbt8NeejINBNUfSHhAGsQ15j2zOTdbvykm6dkKK6SsaFfsBzx3qf6jeqpMGbpkV-E/s320/DSCN3881.JPG" /></a><br />Then, we went home and had giant chocolate cake for dessert!<br /><br />Happy, Happy Birthday to me!</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-38969912759196104522011-03-12T12:17:00.000-08:002011-03-12T12:43:59.693-08:00New Year's Eve<div style="text-align: center;">You really can't go wrong on New Year's Eve with Wii, party food, and balloons!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI1k4shffgicSfLk3Qh-v9ga5iLGknNfgwmr15a0O3uvBxW3OfIqvIF7PMSh-eEYzUTobITa6PLA7d4KVPrRceVQkqcQ-tZkKwdMC0POQWqnlc6gug0GmXsTKtOsJ6eBETeOXdsV519_Q/s1600/DSCN3710.JPG"> <img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI1k4shffgicSfLk3Qh-v9ga5iLGknNfgwmr15a0O3uvBxW3OfIqvIF7PMSh-eEYzUTobITa6PLA7d4KVPrRceVQkqcQ-tZkKwdMC0POQWqnlc6gug0GmXsTKtOsJ6eBETeOXdsV519_Q/s400/DSCN3710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583291072279303458" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijBkpE0qUOAdpXNGwLC6EztusoUbbt_o4AuOc7cdzAfWgmWa3EayeoO4CjT53krCg1fVOsOxg1Y-Q3e6yTqZzx7BP8fKfeRuMJZ2oTHNaUr3_pX_nmrT8cKAD9LFUSKG-vF9BOUBtBeJE/s1600/DSCN3709.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijBkpE0qUOAdpXNGwLC6EztusoUbbt_o4AuOc7cdzAfWgmWa3EayeoO4CjT53krCg1fVOsOxg1Y-Q3e6yTqZzx7BP8fKfeRuMJZ2oTHNaUr3_pX_nmrT8cKAD9LFUSKG-vF9BOUBtBeJE/s400/DSCN3709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583290560047545026" border="0" /> </a><br />The boys played Wii most of the night. Dance Party was a big hit (and helped them to sleep well later).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijBkpE0qUOAdpXNGwLC6EztusoUbbt_o4AuOc7cdzAfWgmWa3EayeoO4CjT53krCg1fVOsOxg1Y-Q3e6yTqZzx7BP8fKfeRuMJZ2oTHNaUr3_pX_nmrT8cKAD9LFUSKG-vF9BOUBtBeJE/s1600/DSCN3709.JPG"> </a><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiRER1d4FR_DhfDoGx4KvZkWYRQ1KaU71k5EWI94vOXCTyoKHGunkivzKVlfhyPPdIo9rNYDoPZn_RnebCrEHDk7XFSoxDB1NUkexauQbYowvVf5pV66uCSjTIZPZVa43E3jfinxS2MFg/s1600/DSCN3713.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiRER1d4FR_DhfDoGx4KvZkWYRQ1KaU71k5EWI94vOXCTyoKHGunkivzKVlfhyPPdIo9rNYDoPZn_RnebCrEHDk7XFSoxDB1NUkexauQbYowvVf5pV66uCSjTIZPZVa43E3jfinxS2MFg/s400/DSCN3713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583291070955170930" border="0" /></a><br />We had lunch bags to open on each hour to make the waiting not take so long. One bag had noisy horns to blow!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh27jHBgzpyBFHCrPjzRdnwI6XTkAqn98R8Bm6n2kc0rBlHCHgRUonWBdE9NbzsIlofu1SjQ39A6pqdGFMmaemZtxdJHhhh_oIgM0NuxBLh_i1XWWhq15aPl6oxECGashk65h5TeuugOOE/s1600/DSCN3707.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh27jHBgzpyBFHCrPjzRdnwI6XTkAqn98R8Bm6n2kc0rBlHCHgRUonWBdE9NbzsIlofu1SjQ39A6pqdGFMmaemZtxdJHhhh_oIgM0NuxBLh_i1XWWhq15aPl6oxECGashk65h5TeuugOOE/s400/DSCN3707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583290574378893058" border="0" /></a><br /><br />One bag had stuff to make NYE crowns to wear for the evening. The other bags had goal setting lists and Favorite Things from the Past Year games.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm4GaA3TeclJuUl807-yyOwJ1iWIoiQwhzcnsJU_qKEWv6dnjdkZL3io-D-NJeVBD74b4jsukE_cVKLlFEpBACAHRRYWx4jKaF_ssIKUJNbSgBWqr8oo5PIVpip3J3U_in9sSsqD8_xn8/s1600/DSCN3715.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm4GaA3TeclJuUl807-yyOwJ1iWIoiQwhzcnsJU_qKEWv6dnjdkZL3io-D-NJeVBD74b4jsukE_cVKLlFEpBACAHRRYWx4jKaF_ssIKUJNbSgBWqr8oo5PIVpip3J3U_in9sSsqD8_xn8/s400/DSCN3715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583291057053820290" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8OIGhXEAT_WZKE7PTjm7xn3L9DaCFlIbqa99txiz87Fvx4uGVz5VZegv5h453dWYIuDjjTOU5SEV5dWMb82KujQbkROEp6knJjUoruJa6RU3CAwNdVcMZvTkuqlXImD6c9q-eHDpNfLg/s1600/DSCN3712.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8OIGhXEAT_WZKE7PTjm7xn3L9DaCFlIbqa99txiz87Fvx4uGVz5VZegv5h453dWYIuDjjTOU5SEV5dWMb82KujQbkROEp6knJjUoruJa6RU3CAwNdVcMZvTkuqlXImD6c9q-eHDpNfLg/s400/DSCN3712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583290570883368994" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjGa4HRzXddBvDwbwIdNOkR_7eCRjpeTnEwFV0N7e5uIKWZQ9fOpb-47TeKpNNJL6tMeR_iNXXoYC-e7hyWd_DuPNeT4sgKtyUhlpdJhJcjyr_5lfaccivOgguOILXkQFpdiQUUVzpd4M/s1600/DSCN3716.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjGa4HRzXddBvDwbwIdNOkR_7eCRjpeTnEwFV0N7e5uIKWZQ9fOpb-47TeKpNNJL6tMeR_iNXXoYC-e7hyWd_DuPNeT4sgKtyUhlpdJhJcjyr_5lfaccivOgguOILXkQFpdiQUUVzpd4M/s400/DSCN3716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583293350651392162" border="0" /></a><br />Earlier in the day, we hung tablecloths from the upstairs banisters to the high window sills in the Family room and filled them with balloons and confetti. The plan was to cut the string at midnight, of course, and let it all fall down on the kids. Sam got a little overeager and cut the string at 10:30 for us, so we had a balloon smashing contest!<br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQwcvTwlVQxP7RB1AdR8rYYDVnqvp_QKp71qo0mOkHR2WKN4hEqjdG_97kxzPFszednkUu_Myf0NxAgEXDV9Rf7FjRvTilPangeDx9Ohjc_7YjKywOlV06sKQJzG2IOqZ-aO_gktIyacY/s1600/DSCN3717.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQwcvTwlVQxP7RB1AdR8rYYDVnqvp_QKp71qo0mOkHR2WKN4hEqjdG_97kxzPFszednkUu_Myf0NxAgEXDV9Rf7FjRvTilPangeDx9Ohjc_7YjKywOlV06sKQJzG2IOqZ-aO_gktIyacY/s400/DSCN3717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583291062275867666" border="0" /></a><br />When midnight finally came, we celebrated with our 'cheater fireworks' - we danced on bubble wrap!<br /></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-4861622553876372872011-03-12T12:00:00.000-08:002011-03-12T12:55:04.045-08:00Christmas Morning 2010Every year, the boys beg to open 'just one' gift on Christmas Eve. We try to keep Christmas Eve about Baby Jesus and the scriptures, but in the end, we always cave and let them open one. This year, we made a rule that we get to choose which one they opened. Like dogs with their eyes bulging and tongues wagging, they agreed.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(As a side note, I hate that all of the anticipation of Christmas morning, shaking boxes,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">the hours of shopping and wrapping are all over in 30 seconds of mass chaos and confetti</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">rain comparable to NYE at Times Square.)</span><br /></div><br />So, we let them open one gift - oven mitts. They were a bit confused until we told them that they had to wear them Christmas Morning to open their gifts so it would last longer. They were, um, somewhat amused by us...I guess.<br /><br />Christmas Morning came and we woke up to the buzz of excitement around 7AM. I wish I had a picture of everything before the boys went downstairs, but we don't. Instead, we have a bunch of pictures with a bunch of toys, a bunch of wrapping paper, and a bunch of smiles.<br /><br /><div><embed src="http://widget-8d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=1297036692710101645&site=widget-8d.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1297036692710101645&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-8d.slide.com/p1/1297036692710101645/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1297036692710101645&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-8d.slide.com/p2/1297036692710101645/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1297036692710101645&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-8d.slide.com/p4/1297036692710101645/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /></a></div></div><br />I almost forgot : one of Sam;s favorite gifts was a little Thomas train from his stocking. He is so cute singing Choo, Choo, the Big Train is Coming Down the Tracks (*cough, cough*)<br />Sorry it's sideways!<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxyjzuxHiWk7TlalEX9gun7CRz6PKAJVmLFEx4-m60EpCdfZcsbeyT-DGvLbIaxZ8FRX11fMvk5Kmx0LE-lKg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-19531648086475140602011-03-11T13:00:00.000-08:002011-03-12T19:32:55.172-08:00Year in Review<div style="text-align: center;">This is a slideshow we made for Gigi (my Grandma) for Christmas. We took pictures from the entire year and tried to show her what we had been up to for the last 12 months. It's a great Year in Review for our family!<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kuw9Fbrhs0A" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"></iframe></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-80981643941862766492011-01-18T11:42:00.000-08:002011-03-12T12:44:55.703-08:00Finally meeting Poison ControlJosh : Mom, what's this?<br />Me : What?<br />Josh : All these medicines on the floor?<br /><br />Sam's preschool adventure today included emptying the 180 ct. Gummie Vitamins and the 90 ct. Vitamin D bottles in to the carpet. I picked up 66 of 90 vitamin Ds, not sure how many Jared has taken in the last 10-14 days. No clue how many vitamins should be left, it didn't look too much lower than when we passed them out at breakfast.<br /><br />Me : Sam, did you eat any medicines?<br />Sam : {hides his face}<br />Me : Sam, look at my face, I'm not upset I just need to know if you ate some of the medicines.<br />Sam : {whispers} no<br /><br />Heck, why am I asking an almost three year old if he ate any gummies when they were just there for the taking? I'm sure he dumped them out and walked away.<br /><br />PC : Hello, Poison Control<br />Me : Hi, my 3 year old may have taken some extra vitamins and vitamin D pills while I was being a good preschool teacher, but a bad mom<span style="font-size:78%;"> (</span><span style="font-size:78%;">but please know, I have three other kids and I've never called you before!)</span><br />PC : What brand? How many? How many originally? Is he flushed? headache? nauseous?<br />He's OK. I'll call you back in an hour to check on him. Watch for bright, yellow, odor-full diapers.<br />Me : Thank you. <span style="font-size:78%;">(p.s. I'm a good mom, I'm a good mom, I'm..a...good..mom, ok, fine, I'm doing the best I can but he's killing me!)</span><br /><br /><br />Will there be a day in the near future when Sam doesn't have my heart racing for one reason or another?!?<br /><br />Doesn't he know I had a birthday, too, and I'm too old for this? My aging heart can't handle it?<br /><br />For anyone keeping count, the score since January 8th is Sam- 7, Mom-0.<br />3 bathroom vs. toothpaste incidents<br />1 bathroom vs. hairspray incident<br />1 bathroom vs. spray cleaner incident<br />1 syrup vs. the pantry incident<br />1 Poison Control incidentKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-22131470252534174892011-01-13T14:37:00.000-08:002011-01-13T15:24:30.882-08:00Sometimes, blogging saves lives. Today it definitely saved Sam's. Even though I haven't yet blogged Christmas, I must blog the syrup episode or a small boy may not see his third birthday next week.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">And, if you laugh about it, you won't cry.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(I will go back for Christmas and basketball later when we have our own computer back and I'm not working on a loaner.)</span><br /><br />Here's the story:<br /><br />One day, a beautiful, young mother was sitting at the computer in her kitchen. All of a sudden, she noticed a brown ooze coming out from under the pantry door. Worried that soda had exploded in the pantry, she jumped from her chair, threw up the sash...wait, wrong story. She jumped from her chair, threw open the door and saw the Saminator standing there.<br /><br />Beyond the Saminator, was the blood and guts of our former friend, Mrs. B who was found upside down in the Woot! box full of potatoes.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo0HiFMBhjlzpGVJdQmYDOQX-ZUPS_tOr2vMG5tWmU4NUFPBWNeIpouFsOsSW04LrpfuQ7AyDV0YwT1ritr4npJ64ohayIQeFYsRLtfCaCo6vakvB6aSDnlX_ff19hFbSUCkfUrF9bsrY/s1600/jan2011+168.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo0HiFMBhjlzpGVJdQmYDOQX-ZUPS_tOr2vMG5tWmU4NUFPBWNeIpouFsOsSW04LrpfuQ7AyDV0YwT1ritr4npJ64ohayIQeFYsRLtfCaCo6vakvB6aSDnlX_ff19hFbSUCkfUrF9bsrY/s400/jan2011+168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561804597970986962" border="0" /></a><br />You could say we had a sticky situation.<br />It was messy. It was very messy . It was even too messy for a chalk outline.<br /><br />A chalk outline that could've been drawn with the sugar from the sugar crime scene background.<br /><br />Premeditation was proven by the peanut butter jar lid in the midst of the carnage and the purple spaceship that had been the Saminator's previous quest tossed to the side of the current crime.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9sLTlZpssWrvMzLttBqQwUfMowpdL9sl4C_xFE3xstcxcGQmHZq_Iw6UZ4dKlrTCl-ALTsgRUTrlFB4vnfk6VI7oAL3cHVS3YqiV_pMlrfHkvTS5JJiB-tusUPvySoj3fgP24XYXbzRA/s1600/jan2011+171.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9sLTlZpssWrvMzLttBqQwUfMowpdL9sl4C_xFE3xstcxcGQmHZq_Iw6UZ4dKlrTCl-ALTsgRUTrlFB4vnfk6VI7oAL3cHVS3YqiV_pMlrfHkvTS5JJiB-tusUPvySoj3fgP24XYXbzRA/s400/jan2011+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561804601327946322" border="0" /></a><br />Mrs. B refrained from giving a comment. She was said to be feeling hollow, empty, and at a complete loss for words (or anything else, really).<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqBMf9s0Z6X-6f3tFfQibsgt0ZkaWo2O71Kah6SR8fE7U2_mbHlJVNCnSXgaA5naKBNGiAb181CMPjGHAeU3nnCUw9ChYGCf-pEcAsCog2-WNtYOTIHKbYpamGxjyet8tuY-LMI5maJLs/s1600/jan2011+172.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqBMf9s0Z6X-6f3tFfQibsgt0ZkaWo2O71Kah6SR8fE7U2_mbHlJVNCnSXgaA5naKBNGiAb181CMPjGHAeU3nnCUw9ChYGCf-pEcAsCog2-WNtYOTIHKbYpamGxjyet8tuY-LMI5maJLs/s400/jan2011+172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561804612105265458" border="0" /></a><br />The Potato Family was evacuated from their box home only to fall right into the middle of the crime scene. A can of green beans overheard the Potato father comment, "The memories of this day will stick with us forever".<br /><br />Luckily, for the Potato family, they were rinsed and returned to the pantry within an hour. The innards of Mrs. B are long gone and she just sits on the counter wringing her empty hands. A Pantry Community that will be haunted forever.<br />The Saminator is still on the loose. Witnesses report that he draws his victims in with a charming smile and a need for snacks.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggXAB0ksPKS211NOfh4DVbtvYE3ubzlNYiaKYP7iOJumRwBBtvMFmcsSWB7juyiDROwOa3_9I4DQXwMVslwd5nSvEgMVZ_Nyo3EFX6gfxCf6MUq1rhWzl7g4SHkeCsXP7pQIPNBNMFviY/s1600/jan2011+169.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggXAB0ksPKS211NOfh4DVbtvYE3ubzlNYiaKYP7iOJumRwBBtvMFmcsSWB7juyiDROwOa3_9I4DQXwMVslwd5nSvEgMVZ_Nyo3EFX6gfxCf6MUq1rhWzl7g4SHkeCsXP7pQIPNBNMFviY/s400/jan2011+169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561804613579941378" border="0" /></a><br />In related news, two toothpaste tubes were reported to have been squoze to death on Wednesday. The first death was reported from the downstairs bathroom where evidence was left on the rug, the toilet, the sink, and the floor.<br />The second death was found later in the day under the train table kept on the second floor of the house.<br />A room that is often frequented by...<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">THE SAMINATOR!</span><br /><br /></div><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Video" title="Add Video" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addVideo();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Video" class="gl_video" border="0" /></span></span>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-83083520542035944272010-12-24T09:45:00.000-08:002011-03-12T12:46:10.931-08:00Not-So-Religious Manifestations<div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;">We made Christmas shaped pancakes for breakfast this morning.<br />As I proudly set our 'fun' breakfast on the table, I told the boys they had to identify the shape before they could eat their pancakes.<br />Jared took the lead, for which I was grateful...at first.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcASNAxZ66bHkyl-0GO0xeschMtPXYpTXwya3nGQ2X5voQr7DIAwiGekjKeaM1LbFcprRs-m_od_1wAB1UZ19Nlv4BfBQPXljtQ0Ijvh5cThrgVwxkYjsm3cWOfoTbKfiKBaMV55i6Ez0/s1600/DSCN3625.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcASNAxZ66bHkyl-0GO0xeschMtPXYpTXwya3nGQ2X5voQr7DIAwiGekjKeaM1LbFcprRs-m_od_1wAB1UZ19Nlv4BfBQPXljtQ0Ijvh5cThrgVwxkYjsm3cWOfoTbKfiKBaMV55i6Ez0/s400/DSCN3625.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>"Look, I got Santa's butt when he leans over to put the presents under the tree!"<br /><br />Um, No. That was supposed to be a manger. See the rectangle with the crossed legs? No? I guess it does look kinda like a bum and boots. Well, the rest of them looked exactly like the things they were...I think.<div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-49847684737972992952010-12-24T09:37:00.000-08:002011-03-12T12:45:52.124-08:00Christmas Cookies<div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;">While the big boys played Monopoly behind closed doors on Thursday, Sam helped me make the Sugar Cookies. We made all kinds of Santas, Snowmen, trains, candy canes, and snowflakes. Once they were baked, they looked more like cookies from the Island of Misfit Toys!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-nvNAV8OAS5hdhSzTlyv-wdPIaoupA482KzJ1wGKyjA8DoGSqmTMbMvmWVkcQdAK5pYJJrpMzkuqDM-FuXPxPIPbN-S-KCG26wlSj57unJZmudoYDNGD2jBc1I6DY3BD8PWZEE3uZdtc/s1600/DSCN3619.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-nvNAV8OAS5hdhSzTlyv-wdPIaoupA482KzJ1wGKyjA8DoGSqmTMbMvmWVkcQdAK5pYJJrpMzkuqDM-FuXPxPIPbN-S-KCG26wlSj57unJZmudoYDNGD2jBc1I6DY3BD8PWZEE3uZdtc/s400/DSCN3619.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh93N1IQ7M6aXGImAcD-Ra_nb2-SOf0_ozleZ60U4ehAv_3hyRjX76E7zuPKDe4oCKGXU75fkzjnhMjqI1r7Kz5KknKZ5R8ilfK_vRk-1v9JUinEGP9kmm9S8DTclhBhQv0aJ-tEzlPM-g/s1600/DSCN3620.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh93N1IQ7M6aXGImAcD-Ra_nb2-SOf0_ozleZ60U4ehAv_3hyRjX76E7zuPKDe4oCKGXU75fkzjnhMjqI1r7Kz5KknKZ5R8ilfK_vRk-1v9JUinEGP9kmm9S8DTclhBhQv0aJ-tEzlPM-g/s400/DSCN3620.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1o_Tt3JrP6wVpQeXWBm8UjVjSZKlr5nGFaMLd13r7C-4Y4h7CYkpGGbu-hC_b9FXGiuiLHnKppdVTPqte1HQ04ABBECvt7fN6R3_EdrJRcymhlnS7ntVs9lQmJ_UMLOAPEtgVdd2DVrc/s1600/DSCN3621.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1o_Tt3JrP6wVpQeXWBm8UjVjSZKlr5nGFaMLd13r7C-4Y4h7CYkpGGbu-hC_b9FXGiuiLHnKppdVTPqte1HQ04ABBECvt7fN6R3_EdrJRcymhlnS7ntVs9lQmJ_UMLOAPEtgVdd2DVrc/s400/DSCN3621.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-9931739229950467002010-12-21T13:44:00.000-08:002011-03-12T12:47:39.476-08:00Yay for Snow!We woke up to a lot of snow this morning.<br />We need sleds. Wait - ours cracked, can we get new ones?<br />And gloves. Where's my gloves?<br />Why can't I just wear the snow pants that are in the washing machine? I don't care if they're dry!<br /><br />So much for cleaning the pig sty!<br /><br />So much for sewing last minute gifts!<br /><br />So much for starting the baking!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQUB5GQ81QvJZo4CwmbgRplKO8k-C0uBZYlNqccCW7YRL-XHlL5Klbn61DlgaCvl4pp9_6Csk_UAUSuX89H3c8S6PaGT69O-PmcSkfBQha9JBxZwltXUx0KKOZgVmvPTui-wsozpB9dho/s1600/2010-12-21.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQUB5GQ81QvJZo4CwmbgRplKO8k-C0uBZYlNqccCW7YRL-XHlL5Klbn61DlgaCvl4pp9_6Csk_UAUSuX89H3c8S6PaGT69O-PmcSkfBQha9JBxZwltXUx0KKOZgVmvPTui-wsozpB9dho/s400/2010-12-21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553256151140922866" border="0" /></a><br />Sam is so excited about snow! He didn't mind the bundling up, either. Maybe that had to do with getting to open an early Christmas present - his new winter coat from Grandma Gigi!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJXqCvOU97qaqD6UMztZ-5af_ogIQQzt_uz3KdCybeOQqiqPf9ak3hU2W2yrv1FaY_IbAwmpPFB3Q8hW0Nwc2GTsdIV1YXpNojL2FJWE-rGrAg43IKIUfMmIAa1jlp6kna1nQBkmBQIrg/s1600/DSCN3614.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJXqCvOU97qaqD6UMztZ-5af_ogIQQzt_uz3KdCybeOQqiqPf9ak3hU2W2yrv1FaY_IbAwmpPFB3Q8hW0Nwc2GTsdIV1YXpNojL2FJWE-rGrAg43IKIUfMmIAa1jlp6kna1nQBkmBQIrg/s400/DSCN3614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553257054021326562" border="0" /></a><br />The big boys headed down to The Pit (the irrigation basin thingy around the corner)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrWVtB23qGTc3RnYXaWqjPRKG54ud8gvwBWYu14pifDr4Jp3bfEAjMNFHpx8fgiv8FRtuoE8fHPi4lWf8_Ii64ONx1Z6S5vu8Be6n8iU0NQy5CuQ0nb_4qXR-nGmcbgKw2iurK8_MiuOI/s1600/DSCN3615.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrWVtB23qGTc3RnYXaWqjPRKG54ud8gvwBWYu14pifDr4Jp3bfEAjMNFHpx8fgiv8FRtuoE8fHPi4lWf8_Ii64ONx1Z6S5vu8Be6n8iU0NQy5CuQ0nb_4qXR-nGmcbgKw2iurK8_MiuOI/s400/DSCN3615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553256574904782050" border="0" /></a><br />Sam and Josh spent the morning sledding. Josh & I built up a nice platform for the sled so Sam could crawl on without it taking off.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUm_2Yx5Mqg?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUm_2Yx5Mqg?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844004734119444975.post-89027610729954782312010-12-20T14:47:00.000-08:002010-12-21T15:02:25.192-08:00a song, a visit, and a lessonCam started piano again at the beginning of December. He found Jingle Bells in one of his books last week and figured it all out by himself. I was really proud of him! (His message is meant for a dvd we were making for his Great Grandma, Gigi)<br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HXzo7CwdMC4?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HXzo7CwdMC4?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />We also visited Santa last weekend. It was our first (and last) time seeing him at South Towne Mall. They only allow their photographers to take pictures which means I have to pay them. Why should I pay them when I have my own camera? So, I chose not to follow the rules and went upstairs to get a picture. Well, as karma would have it, my pictures didn't turn out that great and now it looks as if the computer ate them all anyways! This is the only one I have as proof that we went. Moral of the story : Follow the Rules! And make back-up copies of your pictures!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmC798YDcrYY7edq0KwRoqTU44KS0mTaBx5sYw31yKZ0O-k2SGY-7dPBFHG6p7EeKmsPNeM0otzN0oatVsmze5MznJzSv92KATXvPiB7d8p85C81RXYB_MZ44cl2d6ms7rmk6A15Pu7a8/s1600/DSCN3565.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmC798YDcrYY7edq0KwRoqTU44KS0mTaBx5sYw31yKZ0O-k2SGY-7dPBFHG6p7EeKmsPNeM0otzN0oatVsmze5MznJzSv92KATXvPiB7d8p85C81RXYB_MZ44cl2d6ms7rmk6A15Pu7a8/s400/DSCN3565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553274537650566722" border="0" /></a>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00714907807505392719noreply@blogger.com0