tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16046569750426075962024-03-05T13:43:32.976-06:00The Hurst Young'unsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-55873649555385918742010-07-10T20:01:00.008-05:002010-07-28T14:40:33.757-05:00Happy Birthday Baby!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiERnGgrH-YPf-5bj8hDTcChga-uvL8Li8CtJAt7U-WtfxY_J8_5rLWgLgNesGPZGjNcpJQoveTc2Ln-M8on7putrKPWC1QFI474yBoort4ClOcZ_dL9ygCfdSK9d5vfzc79Q8Y1pHncHA0/s1600/Sam.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492476298381164274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiERnGgrH-YPf-5bj8hDTcChga-uvL8Li8CtJAt7U-WtfxY_J8_5rLWgLgNesGPZGjNcpJQoveTc2Ln-M8on7putrKPWC1QFI474yBoort4ClOcZ_dL9ygCfdSK9d5vfzc79Q8Y1pHncHA0/s400/Sam.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Dear Sammie,</div><br /><div>Lovebug, Sam, Sammie Pants, Baby, Ladybaby, Boo Boo...and Samantha (on occasion, if I'm mad at you). You are gorgeous and daring. In fact, you just arranged all the pillows on the floor so you'd have a softer fall when you leap from the couch. And the entire time you kept telling me "one minute, one minute". You want to do it all whether you are tall enough or have the language skills too or have the strength to...you try it regardless.<br /></div><br /><div>Your talking has taken off. You are one of those babies who went from nothing to sentences. Your favorite phrase and one of the first recognizable was "I want to do it!". You are easy to please and your favorite pastime is reading. Did I mention that you are gorgeous? You have this frizzy, curly, cute hair that everyone comments on. You like wearing bows this year, for a little while, anyway. You like to pick your own clothes, which is tricky as matching isn't yet a priority for you. You like to dance to the Vacation Bible School music and you are up for just about anything that entails going...you are begging to go if we aren't on our way before 9 or so. You don't however like being dropped off. You have to be handed over to a worker (i.e. at the YMCA or at church nursery, etc.); then you just hold on for a good ten minutes before you get in the swing of things. And most memorable...you can outlast the best of them with your pouting. You pout for almost any reason and it is unfortunately pretty cute. You turn your head down and stick your lips out. There is no moving you either...nothing can deter you when mid-pout. </div><br /><div>I hope that you will take all your smarts, good looks, and persistence to the moon. I want you to do it all and be whatever you were meant to be in God's plan. I want you to know who you are. I want you to be kind when no one else is; I want you to be capable of empathy; I want you to be a great judge of character and vulnerable at the same time. I want you to have fun and be able to handle sadness. I want you to be comfortable and accomplished all by God's definition. I want you to know what you want. And I want you to know that you are loved, loved, loved. </div><p>Favorite food and drink: fruit, bananas, mac and cheese, bananas, mashed potatoes, bananas, goldfish, bananas, milk, strawberry oatmeal, bananas, cinnamon toast</p><p>Favorite show: Sesame Street</p><p>Favorite toys: your blanket, your Husky puppy, your wolf, other people's shoes, hats, the doodle pro, your stroller, your Madame Alexander baby doll, and the kitchen</p><p>Favorite books: anything Pookie, Little Bear Little Bear What do you See?, anything Olivia, and just about anything else someone is willing to read you (you read about 20 books a day!)</p><p>Trips: AL before Christmas, Omaha for Christmas, Dad's friend Brad's house</p><p>Least favorites: vegetables of any sort, cereal<br /></p><br /><p>Size: 18-24 months and 5 shoes</p><p>The world around you: BP oil spill, Obama is president, big Governor election in WY this year, Fayette City voted to go wet, 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver, huge Earthquake in Haiti, wars in Afghanistan and Iraq ongoing, Tiger Woods divorcing, and Lebron James is going to play for Miami...of more significance: you moved from the nursery to the 2/3 class in Sunday school are are doing great and you completed your first swim class session (your favorite part is jumping in)!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-12553462107813749542010-04-14T22:48:00.004-05:002010-04-14T23:09:52.280-05:00Surviving and Loving March<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFiCX8ccmJARohh62mdvwecSebeK43qLjfWOJvCCUO96P10nd-wi3v4bpphAjh9zJLFFxvBjOYABnykpz22cq_HDtSyO5xB8zQvdeDidlOpqv2PVOA6V__QPjTofNmktjULrvtofRnN3KQ/s1600/Sammie's+Shiner+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460207306600120082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFiCX8ccmJARohh62mdvwecSebeK43qLjfWOJvCCUO96P10nd-wi3v4bpphAjh9zJLFFxvBjOYABnykpz22cq_HDtSyO5xB8zQvdeDidlOpqv2PVOA6V__QPjTofNmktjULrvtofRnN3KQ/s400/Sammie's+Shiner+2.jpg" /></a> Sammie's first shiner. Amazingly Sammie's first black eye was self-inflicted, as opposed to by her brother. She fell with a hand full of toys and apparently held on to the bitter end as they all ended up in her face. She had little cuts and bruises all over, but it didn't slow her down. She is also a professional climber. I was hoping we wouldn't have one of those...but we do. She spends most of her day stacking whatever she can find to climb to new heights. Yesterday she stacked diaper packs to get on top of the table and the day before she moved the small piano to climb it up to the big piano. Maybe Mt Everest is in her future...if she survives that long without serious injury.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4Y1frHOEfPhWnN3Cdyb4HXdHSEXUqywq5-94IWTKTIqPPm56H-6M6O_9apNYgYFZ225v8t1qRrMrkEYM6wmP0U-bNM0cyVkXJMDW8cwM12umLMxwHgGleW8bEIvmnsZzOYIDb11h3D7h/s1600/Sammie's+Easter+Light.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460207296347841650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4Y1frHOEfPhWnN3Cdyb4HXdHSEXUqywq5-94IWTKTIqPPm56H-6M6O_9apNYgYFZ225v8t1qRrMrkEYM6wmP0U-bNM0cyVkXJMDW8cwM12umLMxwHgGleW8bEIvmnsZzOYIDb11h3D7h/s400/Sammie's+Easter+Light.jpg" /></a> No story, just cute.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLNwPsFZwlVbeEBlox5w9P-nQ37q6Z27PsUrPNVCYX1Wg1Hd2PxGW_WUu0IlqbV5R62K1Eg97edLUT2mFhsAfhPSsopbnzM9-s8cTcmAVyolEqnVtf6vUr8OiT7MrzrwKZ89P95CqdYNIx/s1600/Sammie+feeding+her+baby.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460207040549985026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLNwPsFZwlVbeEBlox5w9P-nQ37q6Z27PsUrPNVCYX1Wg1Hd2PxGW_WUu0IlqbV5R62K1Eg97edLUT2mFhsAfhPSsopbnzM9-s8cTcmAVyolEqnVtf6vUr8OiT7MrzrwKZ89P95CqdYNIx/s400/Sammie+feeding+her+baby.jpg" /></a> The baby feeding the baby. Although I don't know whether she has the qualifications from the looks of her attire...looks like she didn't get much of her own lunch in her own mouth.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGkD6nfs8kIi3tZW-nZxKYPob08mH2vVWn6hablmm7aO62JOwJnOpTpYKriQ0AlFMQMKpEURFVWNCTHPuEA2Tw1JNNgwfYG5jubVGIo2lM7KzDbjsnNaPLPJUJWnRhUeAUF7N6c4iC7a0s/s1600/Sammie+and+her+Bskt+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460207030512535730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGkD6nfs8kIi3tZW-nZxKYPob08mH2vVWn6hablmm7aO62JOwJnOpTpYKriQ0AlFMQMKpEURFVWNCTHPuEA2Tw1JNNgwfYG5jubVGIo2lM7KzDbjsnNaPLPJUJWnRhUeAUF7N6c4iC7a0s/s400/Sammie+and+her+Bskt+2.jpg" /></a> Easter basket. The bunny didn't stop here until after nap time. Good thing he didn't stay...Sammie quickly got out the two toys she liked and refused to even look at the rest. The bunny would have gotten his feelings hurt.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHIEKFwtCKH3GUvzvcCMtJzxkY0hqRSynVMOc2KTXnIeV_BCcyjQpq49pwwP7MuOWeTneu0QM3AR2CZse5ylTY3moAWzpkptxpkNQj6DaqEhMMyVh-S7yG6CuFCJBNqTFf4aXK1fRcZL83/s1600/Luke+watering.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460207025759816210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHIEKFwtCKH3GUvzvcCMtJzxkY0hqRSynVMOc2KTXnIeV_BCcyjQpq49pwwP7MuOWeTneu0QM3AR2CZse5ylTY3moAWzpkptxpkNQj6DaqEhMMyVh-S7yG6CuFCJBNqTFf4aXK1fRcZL83/s400/Luke+watering.jpg" /></a>The hand-me down watering can is a bath time pleaser. Luke wants to plant a garden really bad. All winter I told him we had to wait until Spring and now that it is Spring I'm not sure how to explain the snow still on the ground. Hoping he won't lose interest by May 18th when it is officially planting time around this part of the tundra.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFY2S6PFFSFZOFqQHwniemIpHTE0IrNu-z-x4vuGDr2z1wOrxz5VKbqSwSEFJ46VR-fFazmhQR_BzuiQ4C1-NZbVmWhYKlVuy_B1BXkWcHWGxIJKOsRvJEnLB5EDluHZqUFybnVYJkC10/s1600/Luke's+Easter+Chair.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460207020739062050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFY2S6PFFSFZOFqQHwniemIpHTE0IrNu-z-x4vuGDr2z1wOrxz5VKbqSwSEFJ46VR-fFazmhQR_BzuiQ4C1-NZbVmWhYKlVuy_B1BXkWcHWGxIJKOsRvJEnLB5EDluHZqUFybnVYJkC10/s400/Luke's+Easter+Chair.jpg" /></a> Did you know the bunny could easily carry not only baskets, but little white rocking chairs? Well, he can.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-qm8u6bIO4PMTHPilsjy48kdzktZqG7KsToGOUR-5dHa4istmT5FkpGRHJpEx6ieqhKw2r7zNkz94UPYALyaXs9672URfK2-P1Jfqc4K1HE-S3hIBJGrXiYDyeQcarbj6ruwae032B_tk/s1600/Luke+Excited+at+Easter.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460207015494648930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-qm8u6bIO4PMTHPilsjy48kdzktZqG7KsToGOUR-5dHa4istmT5FkpGRHJpEx6ieqhKw2r7zNkz94UPYALyaXs9672URfK2-P1Jfqc4K1HE-S3hIBJGrXiYDyeQcarbj6ruwae032B_tk/s400/Luke+Excited+at+Easter.jpg" /></a> Super excited...all for a jelly bean or two. Oh, to be three again (sigh), now anything less than a Cadbury egg is a real disappointment.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5LvvPpQKLXf8CRpL8kcBteNjZJNiWe0Qj255W_u_rTTXozzm6c3dhkVNeHfq11gkjNS68-yuNief8yQnQtF-g24RLROtgBK3yu59I47tEeVpPH_1yJBdmjqhvuMJ6yD0DB7fdBO9TrFvD/s1600/Kids+in+Porch+Chairs.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460206454942105330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5LvvPpQKLXf8CRpL8kcBteNjZJNiWe0Qj255W_u_rTTXozzm6c3dhkVNeHfq11gkjNS68-yuNief8yQnQtF-g24RLROtgBK3yu59I47tEeVpPH_1yJBdmjqhvuMJ6yD0DB7fdBO9TrFvD/s400/Kids+in+Porch+Chairs.jpg" /></a> Trying them out.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijLyNQulu1GFrSYbA182Jw-V8z-IbsoNJlPjDnPuT_J6yGPY6c-ikIAMP1_df-2e_xSfBEQ1WYrz2D5-8T4Lmcmzm3ld-x2RBVUXE5L-Jj6JdZzXDbGn2yLBvtQoerEqor3IJcgOZ5p8mB/s1600/Easter+with+Mom.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 337px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460206447787111858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijLyNQulu1GFrSYbA182Jw-V8z-IbsoNJlPjDnPuT_J6yGPY6c-ikIAMP1_df-2e_xSfBEQ1WYrz2D5-8T4Lmcmzm3ld-x2RBVUXE5L-Jj6JdZzXDbGn2yLBvtQoerEqor3IJcgOZ5p8mB/s400/Easter+with+Mom.jpg" /></a> Momentarily corralled before heading to Easter service.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSburuHsGnlMOQ1wuU0COXuSfzFPVFULLkPZ6tlaA0YHqOMCl_0nrTWX-szl7aTNMaHg_AWpKyuJpLKQLDSw_x8zaCj7tHyAcxQ3llALnMs-voq_7ynz2ptq2pLzGPrYqD5cH2VtI36vEx/s1600/Easter+Dance+3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460206436937265186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSburuHsGnlMOQ1wuU0COXuSfzFPVFULLkPZ6tlaA0YHqOMCl_0nrTWX-szl7aTNMaHg_AWpKyuJpLKQLDSw_x8zaCj7tHyAcxQ3llALnMs-voq_7ynz2ptq2pLzGPrYqD5cH2VtI36vEx/s400/Easter+Dance+3.jpg" /></a> The Easter dance. Luke was posed perfectly. The idea was that his sister would saddle up beside him and the pics would quickly be taken. Nope. he glanced down the hallway, saw Sammie in a dress, and decided that dresses were meant for dancing. And they went into a full swing.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyPnkluM7S6Qr9UVUnghJpV97Gud4J7yAAJ0Own0VOKxlptdXuvV6_dXi8A5x_e09W7Aszx0JDSS2RWJ9gEzZ4zN6lcLQnFlpzyNAXObxQr-yNYFEOG5hN30-PLrIDVknx8Q7keGTtwZFZ/s1600/Easter+Dance+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460206434148025122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyPnkluM7S6Qr9UVUnghJpV97Gud4J7yAAJ0Own0VOKxlptdXuvV6_dXi8A5x_e09W7Aszx0JDSS2RWJ9gEzZ4zN6lcLQnFlpzyNAXObxQr-yNYFEOG5hN30-PLrIDVknx8Q7keGTtwZFZ/s400/Easter+Dance+2.jpg" /></a> And, they danced, and danced, and danced.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3K3YT3IQucX7DjrCv2U6zQJvmgOku4zVCYIJeRNzLKYTqfqTaENVE1VLVIAjyoP5PdHGkkVb5h5aGNVLLqhuyRopyb359_Xx4uTB5Nokk5Qjr2-V0ndM8F8qlsPchXbLg9HvX0EKojVuv/s1600/Easter+Dance.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460206428289277442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3K3YT3IQucX7DjrCv2U6zQJvmgOku4zVCYIJeRNzLKYTqfqTaENVE1VLVIAjyoP5PdHGkkVb5h5aGNVLLqhuyRopyb359_Xx4uTB5Nokk5Qjr2-V0ndM8F8qlsPchXbLg9HvX0EKojVuv/s400/Easter+Dance.jpg" /></a> Even a few twirls and dips involved.<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-5514486137451815542010-03-06T23:08:00.002-06:002010-03-06T23:13:29.212-06:00Pajama, Pancake Friday (which is what we call any stay at home day)<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMvFgmqVu_GN5XAxcocbzAH6ebR7M2qQiROQb-4eKM9Wi4coV2VjQPODcmNNALNDi689WFyntiouYyUwwyB-7BVmus-P6zLgL-sPsZS7d79X1E_xdlzWfri2sWtJiTbbjUbCIrEWqfC__k/s1600-h/snowman.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445754857892213490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMvFgmqVu_GN5XAxcocbzAH6ebR7M2qQiROQb-4eKM9Wi4coV2VjQPODcmNNALNDi689WFyntiouYyUwwyB-7BVmus-P6zLgL-sPsZS7d79X1E_xdlzWfri2sWtJiTbbjUbCIrEWqfC__k/s400/snowman.jpg" /></a> Yesterday was an all day inside, in our pjs, day thanks to pink eye. Luckily Dad got Luke out a little bit when he got home, just before I killed him.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTg2HAA0p2ZqKO4ZrE50ACogTF5nJzGlhYTAT7-vsJmYiv5JY6ZTIEv4pzl8IY36iGkI6AhtJlDoiiW76H-a3b19tp9NEk2FdowfcianArjOXFJVpATYZOgNq2X_z7oIHz9ZK06hDYbLPI/s1600-h/snow+angels.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445754846627571858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTg2HAA0p2ZqKO4ZrE50ACogTF5nJzGlhYTAT7-vsJmYiv5JY6ZTIEv4pzl8IY36iGkI6AhtJlDoiiW76H-a3b19tp9NEk2FdowfcianArjOXFJVpATYZOgNq2X_z7oIHz9ZK06hDYbLPI/s400/snow+angels.jpg" /></a> Snow angels are his favorite snow activity!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdZ8GudJnmx4wkaMcDRn7jYJoT83GxpKML-dmcxCwQTPIEZ0R0DgO6KqQvH8k4aoAikkS4nV00u-xd666tJkchyphenhyphensRIqO6Zzjszb3vjDM9Z5dQIKMZIxOIOvZaO3ximnqZ3YtT90zJQcOFE/s1600-h/my+girl.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445754844768343730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdZ8GudJnmx4wkaMcDRn7jYJoT83GxpKML-dmcxCwQTPIEZ0R0DgO6KqQvH8k4aoAikkS4nV00u-xd666tJkchyphenhyphensRIqO6Zzjszb3vjDM9Z5dQIKMZIxOIOvZaO3ximnqZ3YtT90zJQcOFE/s400/my+girl.jpg" /></a> Sammie was a little testy too after being confined inside all morning long! But, then again, we get this face even on chock-full-a-fun days.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXlc0Yc1aivHidi8PZ7DStmSy3mtDeHC3Al3xM7Hr0cCqCM_Rw_ZTjdPfXdltbnrH2bJk1ZR1sFx5sDHEkTsOm8-HjZskl6mjhGdRbtoh6byQt7Cs-cX-bM5xN29MY7Eil6dkUHX2K23a/s1600-h/Hair+Help.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445754839317222530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXlc0Yc1aivHidi8PZ7DStmSy3mtDeHC3Al3xM7Hr0cCqCM_Rw_ZTjdPfXdltbnrH2bJk1ZR1sFx5sDHEkTsOm8-HjZskl6mjhGdRbtoh6byQt7Cs-cX-bM5xN29MY7Eil6dkUHX2K23a/s400/Hair+Help.jpg" /></a> Gotta love that hair! It does just whatever it pleases. <div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-19764670660396995282010-02-26T22:40:00.007-06:002010-02-26T23:38:07.625-06:00Dear Luke<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBDeAtHPHEFJRKZN_noaxyfQ7XSikBcdIX4M-M2saoacOeKrJJLvcNgZHm_a31nLnbtWWXxyGGBwZvjy_TKuk6hj_y4h4Gn13C4iPhGM9nBPu-SwnH_IltPpJrEOS_9auloek7ycmUPVYg/s1600-h/DSC03623.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442790791878072290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBDeAtHPHEFJRKZN_noaxyfQ7XSikBcdIX4M-M2saoacOeKrJJLvcNgZHm_a31nLnbtWWXxyGGBwZvjy_TKuk6hj_y4h4Gn13C4iPhGM9nBPu-SwnH_IltPpJrEOS_9auloek7ycmUPVYg/s400/DSC03623.JPG" /></a>Dear Luke,<br /><br />You are 3! And you are just over 3 feet tall! I have no idea how that happened or why I still carry you on occasion. Maybe cause you will always be my baby boy. You are really getting big these days...which is mostly good. You talk like a crazy man, telling stories, singing, and sassing. The funniest is when you tell a story and forget what you were going to say. You'll stop mid-sentence and look at me for the right next word, which of course I have to make up because I have no idea where the story is headed. You also tell dad about your day every evening at dinner. It is short and sweet..."I went to the park, pushed baby, got a spanking, and then we came home"...is a typical reciting. I have no idea why the other fun stuff isn't included or whether the baby pushing really was the highlight of your day.<br /><br />You also repeat everything, even if you only heard it once. You routinely repeat adages that I've said to you to baby and your stuffed puppy. It is great to know you are listening, except when on occasion you also repeat them to dad when he is getting on to you for something. Like yesterday, as he was giving you a talking too I heard you mumble, "Listen here mister, I don't intend to listen to that much longer." Luckily he didn't hear you as well!<br /><br />You are super nice to everybody and very polite. You make friends wherever we go, usually winning them over with your sunglasses or the cap you wore all day today. You are smart as a whip too. We started doing an hour a day of learning fun, called activity hour, and I'm pretty sure you are bored silly. Numbers, colors, letters, and shapes are sooo yesterday. I thought "what goes together" games would be fun, but you just blew through it to get onto something else...I had no idea you already had that concept down pat (the things you learn from Sesame Street!).<br /><br /><br />This year was a big one. We left San Antonio, which meant leaving Sandra, Nori, school, Mission Church, and Seaworld. We still hear about all of them quite often. We moved for the first time for you to a new house in a new place. You have experienced snow now...lots of it. You are staying at home with mom now, which is an adjustment for you too. There is no school to go to yet and we are still working on friends. But, you are a champ...while it was a rough transition you are back in the swing of things now. One thing that stays the same is your affinity with dinosaurs. You went to see Walking with Dinosaurs this past year with dad and they have since invaded our house in the form of a roaring little boy. We had to make the no dinosaurs in the house rule. Elmo has taken a back burner to Dora the Explorer and Dinosaur Train and you are learning to play with your sister (slightly more gently). Just big changes in such a little boy (who thinks he's Big).<br /><br />I love, love, love you and look forward to the 3 year old year together. I don't want to rush it, but I do love seeing what changes with you every day! -Mom<br /><br />Favorite food and drink: Pizza, PB&J, M&M's, Suckers, Spaghetti, CAKE<br /><br />Favorite shows: Dora the Explorer, Dinosaur Train, Sesame Street, "The Funny Show" with dad (a.k.a. America's Funniest Videos); Monster's Inc. and Disney's Dinosaurs<br /><br /><br />Favorite toys: puppy (stuffed dalmatian), dinosaurs, dinosaur mountain, not really a toy but you can't live without your blanket<br /><br />Favorite books: Bedtime Stories. Toddler Bible Stories, Go Dog Go (we read this every single night), all the books from the library (for some reason we read through all 10 or so every single day when the ones we own are rarely touched)<br /><br />Trips: AL before Xmas; Omaha before Xmas; stop at Dad's friend, Brad's house<br /><br />Activities: Walking with Dinosaurs, Elmo Live, Seaworld repeatedly, school Thanksgiving performance, Chuck E. Cheese (which is where we went for your birthday), playing the air violin to Mountain Music and Dixieland Delight (AL songs) and clapping to "The Clapping Song" (a.k.a. Days of Elijah)<br /><br />Least favorites: peas, the thought of going through a car wash<br /><br />Size: 3T, 7.5 shoes<br /><br />The world around you: Walter Cronkite, Patrick Swayze & Michael Jackson pass away; two Americans imprisoned in North Korea and eventually released; shooting at Ft Hood; unemployment rate hits double digits; Taylor Swift is entertainer of the year; war in Afghanistan continues, as well as in Iraq; H1N1; first African American President sworn into office; Earthquake in Indonesia; Earthquake in Haiti; Winter Olympics 2010 in Vancouver<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBSuY6uPbhSclhnxqFAbpeCHYfkYs3FmaWluT-Idf0O2KenWktsV2Pg7HiXKul2j4XCExy87w5q4jmTpCKrSidLoGzvtAGtoFCokVlFrIzLoXGD17JAz7sqYEkHMjlBO-b-ZCe3GvzUWM/s1600-h/DSC03647.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442791294194806962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBSuY6uPbhSclhnxqFAbpeCHYfkYs3FmaWluT-Idf0O2KenWktsV2Pg7HiXKul2j4XCExy87w5q4jmTpCKrSidLoGzvtAGtoFCokVlFrIzLoXGD17JAz7sqYEkHMjlBO-b-ZCe3GvzUWM/s400/DSC03647.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkTcsP_B1bmJGmQ-4DZtFtFU4GMZ2bI9RLixalW445x3NNLKE_kfYgzMG-tubpvSs2EldaLCDYYHK4cwVGJ0kgkzMAalcpjhysaQdx8fjHy-Xx4NfUBJorUUH0i-n7ANVxgxzI9s8Mi4KB/s1600-h/DSC03641.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442791287426613170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkTcsP_B1bmJGmQ-4DZtFtFU4GMZ2bI9RLixalW445x3NNLKE_kfYgzMG-tubpvSs2EldaLCDYYHK4cwVGJ0kgkzMAalcpjhysaQdx8fjHy-Xx4NfUBJorUUH0i-n7ANVxgxzI9s8Mi4KB/s400/DSC03641.JPG" /></a> The cape.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvGzVpTerP-FK3HIDVaUMYApSwXfs4ISW1f4Ft_UkreH9QyFRAEqiSmAjPS3LcSS_1f1SpEPVlhPEx6pQjdBmMEscrm8Zz9eJ75fy9at5qWsyw6AsvdFpHXbmCI5Yig6eSsPd9otiwTRXJ/s1600-h/DSC03639.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442791280154078882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvGzVpTerP-FK3HIDVaUMYApSwXfs4ISW1f4Ft_UkreH9QyFRAEqiSmAjPS3LcSS_1f1SpEPVlhPEx6pQjdBmMEscrm8Zz9eJ75fy9at5qWsyw6AsvdFpHXbmCI5Yig6eSsPd9otiwTRXJ/s400/DSC03639.JPG" /></a>You.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9aYMP3p0O7_6zck0MiyAWuWj8lfoLil1TDDWZsaTEw1WFRJqA4cFVL89QvS6NsdxkdbwdURgdmLdaNY6ju1SnPJtZnt72CXrbqDIY1lYVfn3cS5cgouQBxYoQkZ6XjIbMh4lyXSJR_yzi/s1600-h/DSC03636.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442791272839263394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9aYMP3p0O7_6zck0MiyAWuWj8lfoLil1TDDWZsaTEw1WFRJqA4cFVL89QvS6NsdxkdbwdURgdmLdaNY6ju1SnPJtZnt72CXrbqDIY1lYVfn3cS5cgouQBxYoQkZ6XjIbMh4lyXSJR_yzi/s400/DSC03636.JPG" /></a> You skiing...inspired by the Olympic games.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32B-kLOSv4tZ28d2OoY5KuVB2iuXPyjNTQkf1nz5yLb_jBaUNd0VVR_XYcBCNoSom6J9DYCXnPb6Kk1o5RGQqFeGHbhfLGUQm-c0kK3C1QCeBFiAk4vdkf9iXnyXRikK2oX3WlULuJ7A6/s1600-h/DSC03633.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442791266241344050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32B-kLOSv4tZ28d2OoY5KuVB2iuXPyjNTQkf1nz5yLb_jBaUNd0VVR_XYcBCNoSom6J9DYCXnPb6Kk1o5RGQqFeGHbhfLGUQm-c0kK3C1QCeBFiAk4vdkf9iXnyXRikK2oX3WlULuJ7A6/s400/DSC03633.JPG" /></a> Helping dad shovel snow...one of your all time favorite things to do.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDy3nuvIVf7FE4z7pCP2Kg1ZCw2w3i7eCAXfq3oN6pZpJfkoGR_jwsRaVRoYbpI8EAjJEY-EzqNH861Z2ZzpR1xgyh739WEEuipvGFM_6RT-D5x6yDHkOlQZcZ2VqUCbIuMqpqOaGkl9xR/s1600-h/DSC03653.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442791854507090082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDy3nuvIVf7FE4z7pCP2Kg1ZCw2w3i7eCAXfq3oN6pZpJfkoGR_jwsRaVRoYbpI8EAjJEY-EzqNH861Z2ZzpR1xgyh739WEEuipvGFM_6RT-D5x6yDHkOlQZcZ2VqUCbIuMqpqOaGkl9xR/s400/DSC03653.JPG" /></a> Birthday breakfast...eggs, bacon, cake.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTPP0LGnWrenmUBeEXh5a15KIwNAxPSkHQLzinBxqi3eDBBZgWTsriNDWm8689dsx4pnzutaSVQsZeaxlMUTE0h6W9RN50RkIlGnjgem-cqH5m664EQpIzOrQ434dLIrTd3ZUFUgkeHrWj/s1600-h/DSC03650.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442791845872344658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTPP0LGnWrenmUBeEXh5a15KIwNAxPSkHQLzinBxqi3eDBBZgWTsriNDWm8689dsx4pnzutaSVQsZeaxlMUTE0h6W9RN50RkIlGnjgem-cqH5m664EQpIzOrQ434dLIrTd3ZUFUgkeHrWj/s400/DSC03650.JPG" /></a> Presents -- from Sammie, a train track.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOXhg1oR4txUiut33-Q-83uPMYkw8BLrmjJYzEfuapbf6JV8qhKCG4kA-CKHcD5QDQZrfZB9yfSdBV4QcvvlLwFphyphenhyphenpADLrGIzL_hMBcUgAL2fdsQC3DgsyFPlAop-lpltxeDy39M9obpP/s1600-h/DSC03649.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442791826018821074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOXhg1oR4txUiut33-Q-83uPMYkw8BLrmjJYzEfuapbf6JV8qhKCG4kA-CKHcD5QDQZrfZB9yfSdBV4QcvvlLwFphyphenhyphenpADLrGIzL_hMBcUgAL2fdsQC3DgsyFPlAop-lpltxeDy39M9obpP/s400/DSC03649.JPG" /></a> Handmade by dad for you -- dinosaur mountain.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzz_dbUwYam5nHHCaVENi-iA_Gtpclpkjdat7zL3wA6XxwKUbR6nLWdnXw8q2s3LswV_aU1q2oCHaeVJzEFxBOzN0Nh0_3ZBvwnl9fXOiHotWR3_Ic3-hjxKGD8OAO09s6q3jxC_CF3f8p/s1600-h/DSC03648.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442791814158220994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzz_dbUwYam5nHHCaVENi-iA_Gtpclpkjdat7zL3wA6XxwKUbR6nLWdnXw8q2s3LswV_aU1q2oCHaeVJzEFxBOzN0Nh0_3ZBvwnl9fXOiHotWR3_Ic3-hjxKGD8OAO09s6q3jxC_CF3f8p/s400/DSC03648.JPG" /></a> From parents, a tractor and book, glow in the dark dinosaur stick-ons. From Hurst Grandparents - skates! From Ma and Pops...who knows...we haven't gotten it yet...so more b'day fun to come.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-8295359991971224732010-02-16T23:24:00.003-06:002010-02-16T23:43:16.110-06:00Vedauwoo<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8L6JLlJhQQ5it7aEfi-EJBJL0ig9zpa4yH_COdvwrdmaGqlcMSgdUkIWB2bADGWCUoDm5K-E0l1JUT-bzE5Sfu6Bfqkf4xSwV00LqM_ssFwLACNJ4spmyvuVrf0TRPghvIWx7ztOUBCiW/s1600-h/Sign.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439080997946301170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8L6JLlJhQQ5it7aEfi-EJBJL0ig9zpa4yH_COdvwrdmaGqlcMSgdUkIWB2bADGWCUoDm5K-E0l1JUT-bzE5Sfu6Bfqkf4xSwV00LqM_ssFwLACNJ4spmyvuVrf0TRPghvIWx7ztOUBCiW/s400/Sign.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8EoqIfobxseng443_6Fo7OncH0eZnkGSabfCqp6jPJ6lwufsjQ1HNAYs1aCP-fyggvmX_5CcLI3ZrW6gZEAoX1CI4j3z0efNVGX5i6R3q0T0rmjrHZc65d4xYJ9zwHN5tRtdNkG8L5YuX/s1600-h/Luke+pulling+Sam.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439081367270250290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8EoqIfobxseng443_6Fo7OncH0eZnkGSabfCqp6jPJ6lwufsjQ1HNAYs1aCP-fyggvmX_5CcLI3ZrW6gZEAoX1CI4j3z0efNVGX5i6R3q0T0rmjrHZc65d4xYJ9zwHN5tRtdNkG8L5YuX/s400/Luke+pulling+Sam.jpg" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGq892M2s0l5y2qDhgApodq22N0h8y0QHDAc-P1R_h6a9RMWf4P4E0G8Ytb-Gpj3dqkmj5Hiqo5JY9zYr0qA45QoALlO6SA8G4RdfSU1sQv44XuRaBSbtgvteOyCy7YifxWPR3wb15R0d-/s1600-h/Kids.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439081021488901506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGq892M2s0l5y2qDhgApodq22N0h8y0QHDAc-P1R_h6a9RMWf4P4E0G8Ytb-Gpj3dqkmj5Hiqo5JY9zYr0qA45QoALlO6SA8G4RdfSU1sQv44XuRaBSbtgvteOyCy7YifxWPR3wb15R0d-/s400/Kids.jpg" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYghO_Ftp6vrbVuS7GBQvspEYTeViiRIi8_Jh5ps0nI7_hJO0pD2R_Txdw3KRWHz8_o5IhfLzsCLxRq_MyT7BaCXVao6XKQSk1sMsXZ_bsb9G-YMNJZrqZTEUWIwMD0Zf0ue6xNnlLvZ90/s1600-h/Dad+pulling+both.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439081020522367586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYghO_Ftp6vrbVuS7GBQvspEYTeViiRIi8_Jh5ps0nI7_hJO0pD2R_Txdw3KRWHz8_o5IhfLzsCLxRq_MyT7BaCXVao6XKQSk1sMsXZ_bsb9G-YMNJZrqZTEUWIwMD0Zf0ue6xNnlLvZ90/s400/Dad+pulling+both.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6SiX2Pgz2RsttMTg_jQ9JAUx-Tie1-4-kkJShAfmhXRLBXnuVjQ8IQ2uUUeWYOhd-cCy8cU8IUjFt4lzdoXuhI7iDrwrCj1FUYP8M-DDWVTwXj_EuGS49CzewJl2IZpchWuIt6sknB9Rd/s1600-h/Dad+pulling+Sam.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439081013404277506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6SiX2Pgz2RsttMTg_jQ9JAUx-Tie1-4-kkJShAfmhXRLBXnuVjQ8IQ2uUUeWYOhd-cCy8cU8IUjFt4lzdoXuhI7iDrwrCj1FUYP8M-DDWVTwXj_EuGS49CzewJl2IZpchWuIt6sknB9Rd/s400/Dad+pulling+Sam.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmAnNEtA4JvTP-jaqcMdCJYxxfbuVoj66IgIBwihwVFDBt8GOTOpifJmUNsAvF7B7qN3NiZ_CibkiBcH6VmHQVTtLJAD26qIFCOCGRnxg6kc6axuBxF1KEPKXzOpBux9XgrI-y_E8xA4_c/s1600-h/Road+There.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439081005888489042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmAnNEtA4JvTP-jaqcMdCJYxxfbuVoj66IgIBwihwVFDBt8GOTOpifJmUNsAvF7B7qN3NiZ_CibkiBcH6VmHQVTtLJAD26qIFCOCGRnxg6kc6axuBxF1KEPKXzOpBux9XgrI-y_E8xA4_c/s400/Road+There.jpg" /></a>Not even going to try to retrace our steps since Thanksgiving, which is the last time I posted pictures. Instead, we'll start here. Vedauwoo (a.k.a. earthbound) is a rock climbing place about 20 minutes from us. For those too little to rock climb there are areas to walk and just play. The Indians considered it holy ground because of all the unique rock formations, which look like any number of things from people, to frogs, to trees, etc. So, anyway, we defiled the grounds this past Monday by taking the kids sledding out there. It was C-O-L-D cold, but with proper attire you barely noticed or so the rest of the family said. It was about 14 degrees with strong winds, so it felt well below zero in my expert opinion and I noticed. The area and the drive out were beautiful! The pics I took don't do it justice, but gives you a flavor of the snow covered trees, rocks, mountains, and vast open space. Oh, and the west is still wild...we say lots of wildlife, which we couldn't have said in our past city-living years. Probably a place we'll visit often when spring and summer roll around...</div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-2664535607459038622009-12-07T15:29:00.004-06:002009-12-07T15:35:56.630-06:00Pics<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCxGI5_xrL6V-bpBa3n1hNlRPDVo1ruzLvLjMj8WMOy5Tp_pu8zuSK-Dh8YyubGAEFu8hYzj4C2itN43f3mHHsvBgr6NbaOz7RzYKYrkATz7ykCwL0keQ8GBBAZO8ScI58zQ4kpBV5aCO_/s1600-h/Blocks2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412610440763440434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCxGI5_xrL6V-bpBa3n1hNlRPDVo1ruzLvLjMj8WMOy5Tp_pu8zuSK-Dh8YyubGAEFu8hYzj4C2itN43f3mHHsvBgr6NbaOz7RzYKYrkATz7ykCwL0keQ8GBBAZO8ScI58zQ4kpBV5aCO_/s320/Blocks2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZZB6xevXDkRhlA219o01D538WXaLve-sV6258E9-J4OXCMNOGDmdOynDHT2717sNSYxdIHzNQUUKJUlWUc7320-7IR8hQkA_Ul-bcIHiuf5Qk3Z_gRzNmtMZEJ1BZNFziQnMnvZjGwZ-/s1600-h/Penguin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412610431789735986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZZB6xevXDkRhlA219o01D538WXaLve-sV6258E9-J4OXCMNOGDmdOynDHT2717sNSYxdIHzNQUUKJUlWUc7320-7IR8hQkA_Ul-bcIHiuf5Qk3Z_gRzNmtMZEJ1BZNFziQnMnvZjGwZ-/s320/Penguin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgqEFYg0G44bji9amqGNNAzcyQLp7cbUZMjIXlVY1Q0fL3Sk4JjU4H1U12m50Z7MmrxZD457pu2pItj8iZLLfjSEug_v_QpvVXF8NIBj2upCdndEyZKiTLxY979E77Iwbet-J6wIABe7te/s1600-h/Dinosaur+Roar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412610421585014130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgqEFYg0G44bji9amqGNNAzcyQLp7cbUZMjIXlVY1Q0fL3Sk4JjU4H1U12m50Z7MmrxZD457pu2pItj8iZLLfjSEug_v_QpvVXF8NIBj2upCdndEyZKiTLxY979E77Iwbet-J6wIABe7te/s320/Dinosaur+Roar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWW0uQ2ZbL_irgyPhNNCz7aRGacxUtELYzsE_F1bG1CXbsLc2mwnQL_sCD3NiAerZqu_YHGRVT9R1ic2wtW5oJuVd886ESf2gGH3e71LcNrclIOBdPzBQnCZPwfj9uDvD7b9d5xJey2i6U/s1600-h/Wakign+Up.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412610418112225282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWW0uQ2ZbL_irgyPhNNCz7aRGacxUtELYzsE_F1bG1CXbsLc2mwnQL_sCD3NiAerZqu_YHGRVT9R1ic2wtW5oJuVd886ESf2gGH3e71LcNrclIOBdPzBQnCZPwfj9uDvD7b9d5xJey2i6U/s320/Wakign+Up.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYkcsww1mSHeQ5KHGOhvw_FywpxIHRJJM19EzOBUgcWMURna_Y4rOqFa8fXWqY8k0K1StAQAPxK9F7I72Z-ZzkdvE68fouQJPZz8hZHMBRi_pI3pdiOUNyvRXccNEdeRluDrQ376B9zoyy/s1600-h/Hug.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412610410245595762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYkcsww1mSHeQ5KHGOhvw_FywpxIHRJJM19EzOBUgcWMURna_Y4rOqFa8fXWqY8k0K1StAQAPxK9F7I72Z-ZzkdvE68fouQJPZz8hZHMBRi_pI3pdiOUNyvRXccNEdeRluDrQ376B9zoyy/s320/Hug.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Cleaning off the camera so it is empty for all the new shots to come during travels and visits. Get your smiles ready! Check out the last ones we've taken. There is Luke doing his dinosaur roar and showing off his penguin, Sammy intensely playing with her blocks, a Luke and Sammy hug (Can you tell that Luke is just waiting to throw her over?...We have to take shots like this fast and then separate them quick to get her safely out of such a vulnerable position.), and a "just waking up" shot on our bed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-34029716594189764312009-11-27T23:05:00.005-06:002009-11-27T23:41:12.424-06:00Pics<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI4uUT5qeGAo7MiZmnnjg64tjiKT5p_GaWTOFsIL5UOFGWEc9yDw_uHr7NsyhBFsGc0CImibu0i_uMZ4czkmrCyU9FRPKUPPzuSf-BgkD7m67O3ybX2EL5kN_hP4BKGxR3nlWGV0tF_1-W/s1600/Hugs.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409017086922622674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI4uUT5qeGAo7MiZmnnjg64tjiKT5p_GaWTOFsIL5UOFGWEc9yDw_uHr7NsyhBFsGc0CImibu0i_uMZ4czkmrCyU9FRPKUPPzuSf-BgkD7m67O3ybX2EL5kN_hP4BKGxR3nlWGV0tF_1-W/s320/Hugs.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwMhrdar_7WQ6mc-_CKkKK-gH01pzzZBYfDLLpV4MkHRjcogtN4KMem20FBguBMLhJVvlvOCAOb26i7YDZeHQ-5YcBpEpT2LHEnsqgZZBjUlbcpJymCIgpJA1amasvVvZQ-I0cMWQglRo-/s1600/Up+close.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409017079608229730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwMhrdar_7WQ6mc-_CKkKK-gH01pzzZBYfDLLpV4MkHRjcogtN4KMem20FBguBMLhJVvlvOCAOb26i7YDZeHQ-5YcBpEpT2LHEnsqgZZBjUlbcpJymCIgpJA1amasvVvZQ-I0cMWQglRo-/s320/Up+close.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6SuKGGktsZyDKo_dLypEDqAIeevVW_d-_8OWkFK4EC1PAU340Xs1mU1aXLF_tEqvVCLEB8vUYk6W2AdUlyjML9npFSLhcnU6fJJIlByx1yFgHyhvQFI-ONbw82cgDFfM2W7CirhmF_1Q_/s1600/Seaworld.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409016921935276546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6SuKGGktsZyDKo_dLypEDqAIeevVW_d-_8OWkFK4EC1PAU340Xs1mU1aXLF_tEqvVCLEB8vUYk6W2AdUlyjML9npFSLhcnU6fJJIlByx1yFgHyhvQFI-ONbw82cgDFfM2W7CirhmF_1Q_/s320/Seaworld.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK0vsYj2IezUbbEopvy02WtwpwNK-Wkyi-yZcHc730BJbhyphenhyphenDcIPMccQcTX-fQNZUU8r1QCJq4T_Z_4-TdazpuAUeuDyeQlBxr1g-blif-R8o5klIfgQBzX1BOgsfsOBBNVTBbhE3YNmRFe/s1600/Singing+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409016910614309858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK0vsYj2IezUbbEopvy02WtwpwNK-Wkyi-yZcHc730BJbhyphenhyphenDcIPMccQcTX-fQNZUU8r1QCJq4T_Z_4-TdazpuAUeuDyeQlBxr1g-blif-R8o5klIfgQBzX1BOgsfsOBBNVTBbhE3YNmRFe/s320/Singing+4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJYWGJH4qPhtg9gFhc0Hzu3Oxzo17_jrA49GwuhzPBY_2jEIMh1m7Xwoh6y8sbJjPU8pqbob9fOT8y04EF5PCPAfHpN1aojYNm7Bayavm371eWX6PPa1xwYOxV0NNvAxAM1h8tsR28TUE/s1600/Scarecrow2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409016902936870050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJYWGJH4qPhtg9gFhc0Hzu3Oxzo17_jrA49GwuhzPBY_2jEIMh1m7Xwoh6y8sbJjPU8pqbob9fOT8y04EF5PCPAfHpN1aojYNm7Bayavm371eWX6PPa1xwYOxV0NNvAxAM1h8tsR28TUE/s320/Scarecrow2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOcRBg9D56AXk7BkbWGrDiHgS-OOG_D1oL6ymrK9v4KBT4xzRFCgYy1NsszqEPEHiNeBPJJI7L5dQVqRCYfJLUJ9T1tXN8XjtJw4_pW_QcOpR_4VFTGUQGTOfJhrQXmMOvK6mR_Dt9Ld5/s1600/Seaworld.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409016900266981842" style="FLOAT: right; 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We didn't know that it was Sesame Street Christmas! Every show had sesame street interweaved and then there was an all Sesame Street show...everybody was there (except Oscar). Luke loved it, of course. Sammy and I played in the dirt just outside the theatre for most of the shows because she is not into being restrained for any reason, not even Elmo and Abby do the trick, much less large killer whales trained to spin small people around in the air (I mean, really, is it THAT impressive? She thinks not.).<br /><br />Then last week was also Luke's first ever school production. They dressed as scarecrows, note the scarecrow hat and sang a song. We couldn't understand a single word, but I'm sure it was very cute. He was cute. He didn't realize we were there until after the show, which was funny...he was thrilled. That was our real thanksgiving treat this year. The actual day was uneventful. We ate out instead of adding cooking to the list of things to stress about mid-move and major life change. It was stressful anyway, remember, we have a 2 and a half year old. Afterwards we hit the duck park and feed them all the cheerios I could round up from random snack bags in the van.<br /><br />Then, today was family picture day. We requested pics of long, lean adults and really cute kids. We got half the order. The kiddos did so good they were rewarded with yet another picnic in the park, which served us well for nap time. They slept almost completely through the AL game! Perfect timing...I'm sure Saban arranged the timing just for us. And...to top it off tomorrow we are off to Elmo Live. Wish me luck. It is Daddy/Sammy date day and Mommy/Luke date day. So, I'm the lucky one who gets to sit through Elmo Live. I'm sure Luke will make it all worth it...he doesn't know yet. When we geeked him up about Walking with the Dinosaurs he didn't take a nap for like 2 days, so this time we are just referring to it as a "surprise" until game day. Pics will be posted, of course...stay tuned. Sammy on the other hand probably gets her three hundredth tour of Bass Pro Shop if I had to guess.<br /><br />As for firsts...Luke got his first cowboy boots. He put on a pair of Sammy's black patent, leopard fur trimmed boots (which she can't wear yet) and would not take them off. He asked to sleep in them. So, Dad vowed he needed boy boots as soon as possible. So, he has cowboy boots that he wears with everything, PJs, shorts, a diaper, just whatever. He asked the salesman where his horse was, after all he did have a cowboy hat, boots, and a big buckle, so it was a logical question. The following day, Sunday, at church all I heard in the nursery, coming from the other side, was "I have new boots. Wanna touch them?" <br /><br />Sammy is a proficient "hi" and "bye" waver now (and still the best hugger around). She proceeded to "hi" everyone at the park, super friendly. Then, she also can take direction quite well all of a sudden. She is keenly aware of what "snack" and "eat" mean. She keeps the shoes straightened. As I try to get every one's shoes on she puts them away. So in one session I have to go back to the shoe bin to retrieve the shoes several times unless you can get them all on everyone very quickly. Oh, and she talks on the phone, not when someone is actually talking to her, but when she plays with her phone. They both think they have real phones. They have our old phones that we charge up just like ours, so she will walk around having a conversation that consists of lots of "hi"s. Very cute. They are very cute, which is sometimes the only thing that saves them. </div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-69899892155096596122009-10-31T07:08:00.006-05:002009-10-31T07:31:34.692-05:00Halloween Festival at Giant Steps<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpFSIk33jf15Lxa5GpLCfXxDSP2a26eJaelif7sKG3-jLjbGf1UC81CEXRD47YGfVWowBLD44x0ayeYQI9x3MjEyMc-RM9A0hXyakj0DgDjcKdGSXHCsajBBABSMqCajiNz-lyOU7AsgXO/s1600-h/Kids+in+Class.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398736162980550386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpFSIk33jf15Lxa5GpLCfXxDSP2a26eJaelif7sKG3-jLjbGf1UC81CEXRD47YGfVWowBLD44x0ayeYQI9x3MjEyMc-RM9A0hXyakj0DgDjcKdGSXHCsajBBABSMqCajiNz-lyOU7AsgXO/s320/Kids+in+Class.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhClweRj6zDLjkGuVP2k_RBlbN99cWhyphenhyphenW7tLTtyJzUwFmA2eY0bFF9PTuWI1jymLJcj0cJ50Nefc5hgPmlWPRSbTc2FGf058Ao8pXzytBniR-20lGvxeNXO_bZPNcXeWw1hBHDGJVBLe0Fi/s1600-h/Ms.+Klunder.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398736156754631890" style="FLOAT: right; 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The picture taking was not lopsided, but the action was. Luke was cautious and ready to pose at any minute, while Sammy was non-stop and completely opposed to looking at the camera...thus the many, many pics of Luke alone. In most instances, Sammy had just darted out of the frame. It's a chore at best to catch them both at the same time or in Sammy's case at all. Anyway...Luke is hugging on Ms. Rojas and Ms. Klunder in a few shots -- those are his teachers, with Ms. Rojas being the lead and Ms. Klunder is the aide. When we got home he got to have a sucker for the very first time. It was a big tootsie roll one and it took forever! He literally sat in his chair and worked on it for 45 minutes. At last we had to store it for the night so we could get them in the bed. Sammy had a knack for getting her a few things too. While Luke was nicely trick or treating and being handed the candy and toys, Sammy would sneak around behind, and go straight for the backup stash. We have a handful of kaleidoscopes acquired in this fashion. Lots of fun...looking forward to rounding the block tonight. Luke says he wants "a bunch a candy." </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-75044849448829486122009-10-25T22:02:00.002-05:002009-10-25T22:06:36.544-05:00It Ain't What It Used to Be<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3AA5GgnSh2rewuD6dfxsFevgPw6U52fhu8ZSK2bUJ7130IGywnGDbgjbO7-dZmh3WKWJJeYlHtpZBzXwEX7tVzCW21t867KT5vo0Oya9toOoCiD0IpWEsEQCSMPZYSBWF6ZbTQhusudG/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Maze.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396739604486475538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3AA5GgnSh2rewuD6dfxsFevgPw6U52fhu8ZSK2bUJ7130IGywnGDbgjbO7-dZmh3WKWJJeYlHtpZBzXwEX7tVzCW21t867KT5vo0Oya9toOoCiD0IpWEsEQCSMPZYSBWF6ZbTQhusudG/s320/Pumpkin+Maze.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZBvApZRRP9-tsGgmU2apE7HKdl11Kv-eP9sbIEG5tdzjyOxzwppxsMCJy-l4Xjw3R0coiHd-TRNveqpnw9kdvHzQL5NWCKO_hpJgmn9dxsWWLcDX3de6b_EXjbIV3NqbTzR8HJAkr9lQ/s1600-h/Brushing+the+Horse.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396739600889264242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZBvApZRRP9-tsGgmU2apE7HKdl11Kv-eP9sbIEG5tdzjyOxzwppxsMCJy-l4Xjw3R0coiHd-TRNveqpnw9kdvHzQL5NWCKO_hpJgmn9dxsWWLcDX3de6b_EXjbIV3NqbTzR8HJAkr9lQ/s320/Brushing+the+Horse.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP7aG1ilYO7O2nILZgNL4V6wwWQeQIEKGebwAS1jfXLNqtpMD4xUNrTmrDKQFp59t2y6n82r6Qq_0iZnhRhpua9bfFo9DMtYpZlvYwi0U8ScnjlefEIevGMlL_FU2d_vRrkck9l5nUBX7m/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Maze.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396739596408634210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP7aG1ilYO7O2nILZgNL4V6wwWQeQIEKGebwAS1jfXLNqtpMD4xUNrTmrDKQFp59t2y6n82r6Qq_0iZnhRhpua9bfFo9DMtYpZlvYwi0U8ScnjlefEIevGMlL_FU2d_vRrkck9l5nUBX7m/s320/Pumpkin+Maze.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTufIhTKeBsv5D7NLFEbSmsfxUybZnSZWJ6znhKiyY7NEjtaWGg2u9lWKEBhyTcGgAE35hHEjENRbp0qlf9XUdxWdm_2VoSe64FGFgXqeYoEg0l94WGERvGmGoO7K5EiRnQB5FguJKfyaR/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Maze.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396739592430260178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTufIhTKeBsv5D7NLFEbSmsfxUybZnSZWJ6znhKiyY7NEjtaWGg2u9lWKEBhyTcGgAE35hHEjENRbp0qlf9XUdxWdm_2VoSe64FGFgXqeYoEg0l94WGERvGmGoO7K5EiRnQB5FguJKfyaR/s320/Pumpkin+Maze.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8RNdZ2_g-tFseI2jZnxdSjy4k5wph2F7QYft3tJvSk0qA9YexqOJDf7WOZBD4araXGmiRZ_D-Cb3wOy7CnzCWkBAmdaZuSshNMwXCuleMlGl7VJcoxTC_T0UrRTzH2OEYRrJ4icpnNhA1/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396739584723612530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8RNdZ2_g-tFseI2jZnxdSjy4k5wph2F7QYft3tJvSk0qA9YexqOJDf7WOZBD4araXGmiRZ_D-Cb3wOy7CnzCWkBAmdaZuSshNMwXCuleMlGl7VJcoxTC_T0UrRTzH2OEYRrJ4icpnNhA1/s320/Pumpkin+Patch.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Gone are the days of cute shots of the kids. They won't be still long enough to get the good smiles anymore and getting them both happy and looking at you at the same time is impossible. So, here is the best we could do at the Love Creek Orchard this past weekend. Well, on second glance, they are still cute, even while in motion.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-35317525333103842002009-10-04T15:07:00.007-05:002009-10-04T15:20:48.859-05:00Escape to the Zoo<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilsc8u6YGwWiT57nGnhkACjIRHibm9uBsj82XEow5zZccyjgFRJDt-0Yz2ejYKXYNRsl-U_h9mbAJtbhB24FXMhf-63NtQpJgkoLmfxvXhfu8JqALaI4-66igVATtsMguiFeyu2dVkAK1-/s1600-h/Pooped.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388840963733472546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilsc8u6YGwWiT57nGnhkACjIRHibm9uBsj82XEow5zZccyjgFRJDt-0Yz2ejYKXYNRsl-U_h9mbAJtbhB24FXMhf-63NtQpJgkoLmfxvXhfu8JqALaI4-66igVATtsMguiFeyu2dVkAK1-/s320/Pooped.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpA8J-e8KVOYCAQBR8fv0zuMjVLzO9LHv4ancWLDLdyRRg1N55Yl9itieQZp_mX3ph-wPBMpKXeAjLcXONnZrIqwpXaHD3_veWCstdpADQIcAejTmRKUnnt4QLbpkK2o4KJPydfRM-zY5H/s1600-h/Fishin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388840494746594194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpA8J-e8KVOYCAQBR8fv0zuMjVLzO9LHv4ancWLDLdyRRg1N55Yl9itieQZp_mX3ph-wPBMpKXeAjLcXONnZrIqwpXaHD3_veWCstdpADQIcAejTmRKUnnt4QLbpkK2o4KJPydfRM-zY5H/s320/Fishin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi93TMJCfftxSqi5Hazhe1YpmOZy_wIEfOYKQRvLtA0V3qQuXFxXF7YaStPr2aVg5eSukND2LyNMqcImbVUo_tkBMr08Hz745tHt7BsIvxI9Ilv4_7A0neHgj3KWMfLX6BP5SnN5wuFK2SP/s1600-h/Zoo+Cave.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388840485978027138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi93TMJCfftxSqi5Hazhe1YpmOZy_wIEfOYKQRvLtA0V3qQuXFxXF7YaStPr2aVg5eSukND2LyNMqcImbVUo_tkBMr08Hz745tHt7BsIvxI9Ilv4_7A0neHgj3KWMfLX6BP5SnN5wuFK2SP/s320/Zoo+Cave.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlNnUZTY6Unt2dICrW3KMWY5EAcmMKckZzbD_Y9qPD8NHT953VDNiuCec42N273JpiJBtNRZ1Hw2GTZXFegf-SnVU2GydY1mtQuWMaIiRtliIs7pvrLDjgddJMtw3H733YTxQ-O-sWQ_Ew/s1600-h/Zoo+in+Stroller.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388840475069967058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlNnUZTY6Unt2dICrW3KMWY5EAcmMKckZzbD_Y9qPD8NHT953VDNiuCec42N273JpiJBtNRZ1Hw2GTZXFegf-SnVU2GydY1mtQuWMaIiRtliIs7pvrLDjgddJMtw3H733YTxQ-O-sWQ_Ew/s320/Zoo+in+Stroller.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6W7ENTEh5td3WXRhUBzAkTRN09Koo8PMy0hCyF_3sDyMVwNgBv6KBqsLyVXgSLwozC8bwN7OBj9O8VgMblS_skiTL_aEFAwuZ1U_dYmipZgcc-qFo0d66JyAfYIgVW5tViS-Zmi1djQ11/s1600-h/Zoo2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388840467270308402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6W7ENTEh5td3WXRhUBzAkTRN09Koo8PMy0hCyF_3sDyMVwNgBv6KBqsLyVXgSLwozC8bwN7OBj9O8VgMblS_skiTL_aEFAwuZ1U_dYmipZgcc-qFo0d66JyAfYIgVW5tViS-Zmi1djQ11/s320/Zoo2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7xNKaMCJbr2i5PofHPC3RwRAWl0SvBqCsXTOCj7Gm9IIUB7T5KYmBFBz5QurRG3VtaPDUSHZnH-ZhEqKfzn_6GblaU27CHA7VmHup18BCslCXpMbF2-wQhURvP0ypO9qoQWvaLtNhi_19/s1600-h/Sloth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388840462051238834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7xNKaMCJbr2i5PofHPC3RwRAWl0SvBqCsXTOCj7Gm9IIUB7T5KYmBFBz5QurRG3VtaPDUSHZnH-ZhEqKfzn_6GblaU27CHA7VmHup18BCslCXpMbF2-wQhURvP0ypO9qoQWvaLtNhi_19/s320/Sloth.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Last Saturday we made a trip to the zoo...it was the tail end of Luke's sick week and the just before Sam's sick week(s) -- now she has an ear infection we are trying to get rid off. We were all getting cabin fever, so off we went. Here are some shots of them at the zoo...no animal pics, as we have enough of the wild right here at home! I think the stroller one is funny, because the warthogs that Sammy was watching were a hoot. They were playing around and having a good time, everyone was glued...except Luke who noticed someone had a camera out. He can't resist the camera. Then the one with them in the PJs was that evening...I labeled it "pooped" for obvious reasons.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-63391986162769057002009-09-08T21:28:00.004-05:002009-09-08T21:45:55.661-05:00StepsNo action shots yet...but they are forthcoming...<br /><br />Sammy takes steps -- First one on Saturday, 5 Sep! So far her longest stretch was 9 steps, with two witnesses to confirm (My mom counted and James applauded). In fact, she applauds herself on occasion mid-stride. Any day now...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-90596715985713796792009-08-31T21:11:00.010-05:002009-08-31T21:31:04.865-05:00Piano, Tent, Bear and School<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnXP-QUAU9ZDg1qdqL7rUwseS9ObaY5CSgoUJjNdYB-ayEmnPaQD839eofuo1ahS1LM613bgfkAuwCyCzqSsXa6DCn6yIgBsDOC6i6c5jrcVtQTVzmeQbKElwfKJV5JT1RMzUJ5cbpW0cT/s1600-h/Teddy+Bear.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376319517242405490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnXP-QUAU9ZDg1qdqL7rUwseS9ObaY5CSgoUJjNdYB-ayEmnPaQD839eofuo1ahS1LM613bgfkAuwCyCzqSsXa6DCn6yIgBsDOC6i6c5jrcVtQTVzmeQbKElwfKJV5JT1RMzUJ5cbpW0cT/s320/Teddy+Bear.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaxUBZ8skGHRjCroSVrkZQ9XQmmamYoHO4oj0KhuPk5bCSUyuiJU0625F_On0aGtmz9knMQSjmOIuCfp1YdnbwHWPjodHxmWqUwO-mtI72_3en_AX7LHBwgQhl7G5l2asCmIKXop5mehS2/s1600-h/Scissors+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376316300529786898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaxUBZ8skGHRjCroSVrkZQ9XQmmamYoHO4oj0KhuPk5bCSUyuiJU0625F_On0aGtmz9knMQSjmOIuCfp1YdnbwHWPjodHxmWqUwO-mtI72_3en_AX7LHBwgQhl7G5l2asCmIKXop5mehS2/s320/Scissors+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivT6Fc0PUMsk0HhDxe8sssU61mYbzjmFcgRnA44z2m1qqTtlLH0YhezLNcwb_n3cbYL7XBbSY45ypfQ08zphfIMSFS7ks8AMDELKFd_iL-XOmAWMwSmvZXLt7ulor4LPRA31cUkGKHkR3M/s1600-h/In+Tent+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376316295733939218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivT6Fc0PUMsk0HhDxe8sssU61mYbzjmFcgRnA44z2m1qqTtlLH0YhezLNcwb_n3cbYL7XBbSY45ypfQ08zphfIMSFS7ks8AMDELKFd_iL-XOmAWMwSmvZXLt7ulor4LPRA31cUkGKHkR3M/s320/In+Tent+5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtgSb5pfcPYbF7zuaD2BqtTYNqjp6zY1I9WW7-wGjEujJv2YQkfEPEbS-CUit0f0ueMh8QQp4_LL5AXqHNp0VnuDYx9NGKxmSpgoHnYlxyD60tcaR8UPvmuqvqURthc7iD_P1bKuRVOovh/s1600-h/Piano.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376316284577946082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtgSb5pfcPYbF7zuaD2BqtTYNqjp6zY1I9WW7-wGjEujJv2YQkfEPEbS-CUit0f0ueMh8QQp4_LL5AXqHNp0VnuDYx9NGKxmSpgoHnYlxyD60tcaR8UPvmuqvqURthc7iD_P1bKuRVOovh/s320/Piano.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiIxnbPyBefUhD2NWtGqT8TqwZ39sEUnEJYYsGpmhIJ5O5ifWL9JP75ViWyvZPJ4lQu8PBfNueV_wBe3uKkgK-QTKZWvHHhL2g7kMGmRZgGJF0ZWV2EW6791-V_SMh9kV4qxje-bvilIlt/s1600-h/Piano+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376316283197427106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiIxnbPyBefUhD2NWtGqT8TqwZ39sEUnEJYYsGpmhIJ5O5ifWL9JP75ViWyvZPJ4lQu8PBfNueV_wBe3uKkgK-QTKZWvHHhL2g7kMGmRZgGJF0ZWV2EW6791-V_SMh9kV4qxje-bvilIlt/s320/Piano+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBlViJrCLfSllu0JVJGe4Xg6NbnfjM_mmPgyynIwohSM6joE5mquBHGjOOn58-YAwLEixtbn5g_ebwFeNTSXBrr0QgtMm5z86za1T8MnQC-Ka1s9yU0c8oP9kBx9rXoMqySoVjnd-3Sy41/s1600-h/In+Tent+Smiles.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376316275287783570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBlViJrCLfSllu0JVJGe4Xg6NbnfjM_mmPgyynIwohSM6joE5mquBHGjOOn58-YAwLEixtbn5g_ebwFeNTSXBrr0QgtMm5z86za1T8MnQC-Ka1s9yU0c8oP9kBx9rXoMqySoVjnd-3Sy41/s320/In+Tent+Smiles.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>]</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What's new? Pianos and princess tents. School and a security bear. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />James bought the kids a piano...he thinks they are musically inclined at age 2 and 1. Don't ask. Then he bought Sammy a princess, pink, castle tent because she needs one if Luke has one. I thought the one tent we had that takes up a good portion of the game room was for both of them...apparently there was some miscommunication there.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">In real news, Luke started school this week. He isn't sure why he can't ride the bus yet, and I'm not about to tell him he isn't really a big boy yet. When asked at gym last week what his name was (they go around the room and ask all the kids their names and their parents' names) he responded "Big Boy". He goes to school on Tuesday and Thursday mornings and loves it. Note his advanced cutting skills in the pic above -- it's still a favorite past time. So far, he's gotten only smiley face stickers...I wonder if they make frowning faces. The down side is that the potty training by observation isn't working. He wears pull-ups at school and even pees in the potty on occasion. At home though he refuses to wear pull-ups, demands diapers, and doesn't hesitate to turn down any offer to potty in the big boy potty. He responds, "No mommy, Big Boy wears diapers."</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Besides that Sammy is standing on occasion. Just from sitting down, she'll stand right up for a minute. No forward motion yet though. Walking will come soon enough I am afraid though. "Uh-oh" is still the favorite expression and the dramatic-two-hands-to-the-side-of-her-face "Oh-No" is her trick of choice. Very cute and very feisty. Luke has another thing coming when she gets confident on her feet. Also, she has determined her security object of choice, a pink teddy bear that her dad got her when she was still in the NICU. She loves it...took it everywhere the first day she decided to crown it "the one". Now she sleeps with it too. She has a death grip on it with one hand most of the night. It is all pink (see pic) and super girly, so despite my predictions that we have a tough little tom-girl on our hands, there may be a girly-girl down deep inside somewhere...TBD. </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-27397084091973967462009-08-18T22:14:00.007-05:002009-08-18T23:04:44.852-05:00Pics, Pics, and More Pics<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg04jfMzBe6l2HPc80x_SdNOz7mEtXoG_bS4F2CARrrTWZk0y1y_8m36lD0m9tuUGTiw7VlcaiaN5BawmhMAk4-hFWhRmQI4ssthsya_MN_R6z6PrB0dyamnUa4ZLyec8AFG7_tlgD23fYh/s1600-h/Laughing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371509356920742978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg04jfMzBe6l2HPc80x_SdNOz7mEtXoG_bS4F2CARrrTWZk0y1y_8m36lD0m9tuUGTiw7VlcaiaN5BawmhMAk4-hFWhRmQI4ssthsya_MN_R6z6PrB0dyamnUa4ZLyec8AFG7_tlgD23fYh/s320/Laughing.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><br /><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p align="center">Laughing. She isn't as easy to make laugh as Luke was...you really have to work at it. Tickling does the trick here!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF6HqlSv8adihtMK19Z5GyOXXxJsVQxSZk3W5lw-3XOd3FXfZvHWLIL0iwkprQBUgi3wXW3WZCNhPtk2LSlhupn1m8Ap4iRPjr-8e4e5LCeD-svaYCTLCe69lZHCyb0ZOxsdkfd1yCnxSv/s1600-h/Unfolding+Clothes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371509351982328562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF6HqlSv8adihtMK19Z5GyOXXxJsVQxSZk3W5lw-3XOd3FXfZvHWLIL0iwkprQBUgi3wXW3WZCNhPtk2LSlhupn1m8Ap4iRPjr-8e4e5LCeD-svaYCTLCe69lZHCyb0ZOxsdkfd1yCnxSv/s320/Unfolding+Clothes.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Unfolding the clothes...her favorite past time. You can tell from the look on her face that she knows she is caught red-handed. This is just before she drops and crawls away like a mad woman to avoid being picked up and moved against her will.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr5V-9v8Qlg0OlfOVic3VK1PFwvgqWsOSEGSafkg5mmBuhAFP7oZywOinEIL43sT5RP-PQ3wciARK0wZy0RUvVTgXTFye7cjrs3zkI2FrB6Hq14CsXmgyT1OCNUbGCtmm6XoHRDJjmtVtk/s1600-h/With+pops.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371509340181245266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr5V-9v8Qlg0OlfOVic3VK1PFwvgqWsOSEGSafkg5mmBuhAFP7oZywOinEIL43sT5RP-PQ3wciARK0wZy0RUvVTgXTFye7cjrs3zkI2FrB6Hq14CsXmgyT1OCNUbGCtmm6XoHRDJjmtVtk/s320/With+pops.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">With Pops who was just here for a visit week before last. I think he likes her. </p><p align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWuc6y-44495o_o4rEmaO4HFsrZfwJOkHFcwXyFYoQI2I-0TR4T0kLvSTi99FnMNM8ljEDCgwjHr3cxEVsPWcTIWfiP8aUQXVOxaYR6q8y1OSGI4dVFZvNdzH8nQo_IRfEtXmVIlUfx0DA/s1600-h/Sweetheart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371509337910301282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWuc6y-44495o_o4rEmaO4HFsrZfwJOkHFcwXyFYoQI2I-0TR4T0kLvSTi99FnMNM8ljEDCgwjHr3cxEVsPWcTIWfiP8aUQXVOxaYR6q8y1OSGI4dVFZvNdzH8nQo_IRfEtXmVIlUfx0DA/s320/Sweetheart.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p></p><p align="center">Pretty, happy baby. She particularly likes living on the wild side. Throw her around, let her jump from tall structures...she's down for anything risky.<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-HkjHM0woQzc6gU-lIYqCN4klv0LaO0R90EMsl5dFlstXgek6JtIIW_R8pqsi4wL2DpC71fee3i6pTAbSt2jbQdyr4_4KiFG5MH2Uzo-gWYZBtS8AueX5B3uyQOSggvimVaHsLVXQK4jr/s1600-h/Up+close.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371509327652024258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-HkjHM0woQzc6gU-lIYqCN4klv0LaO0R90EMsl5dFlstXgek6JtIIW_R8pqsi4wL2DpC71fee3i6pTAbSt2jbQdyr4_4KiFG5MH2Uzo-gWYZBtS8AueX5B3uyQOSggvimVaHsLVXQK4jr/s320/Up+close.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p align="center">You can't get away with taking pictures for long or she moves in for the grab.<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZUZaxmVOV_H6y2sqBGDr9mj6SevfZhNSzjVsdpinAbEtGYxwqGkEpGySuVvBkJo3lw_NwIPdlXTrbq_Na6K_WykomzY_1O0uV3u0n8hi2GymzJK-qQMguUONGEwOnZEK1LiZyZHXfcITB/s1600-h/Watching+movie+with+dad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371508511189320018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZUZaxmVOV_H6y2sqBGDr9mj6SevfZhNSzjVsdpinAbEtGYxwqGkEpGySuVvBkJo3lw_NwIPdlXTrbq_Na6K_WykomzY_1O0uV3u0n8hi2GymzJK-qQMguUONGEwOnZEK1LiZyZHXfcITB/s320/Watching+movie+with+dad.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p align="center">Watching Madagascar with Dad. He likes movies for about 20 minutes and then he starts roaming, but with Madagascar there is a return to the big screen when "Move it, move it" starts.<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxwwX1ZUNmazc_4H-vhG3QaCHz_y1IX3TjX_QO077J30iPEUcvq9GfisjTN6q34jJR7dIl2tfNqsfa4jga_bh0foihHVnWuJiee6cfKbbJRVln4cHe6z9VqEUomjat4k2kYTo49J8s1e1A/s1600-h/Combat+Boots.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371508508977275922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxwwX1ZUNmazc_4H-vhG3QaCHz_y1IX3TjX_QO077J30iPEUcvq9GfisjTN6q34jJR7dIl2tfNqsfa4jga_bh0foihHVnWuJiee6cfKbbJRVln4cHe6z9VqEUomjat4k2kYTo49J8s1e1A/s320/Combat+Boots.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p align="center">My mommy wears combat boots, when she can get them away from me.<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv68313ANNlGqeivB-w49RHCnMswjyombPSjopJEaHmyjLOuP2kb1dsUiVWVS3sfpwCupSzslEvqw5SK60STOQ742-Q740ZuqcQwCOF8DQgG6mrvp7sk2pPozSKlBVStL_VbW0llI24K7l/s1600-h/With+Dad+and+Pops.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371508502270935938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv68313ANNlGqeivB-w49RHCnMswjyombPSjopJEaHmyjLOuP2kb1dsUiVWVS3sfpwCupSzslEvqw5SK60STOQ742-Q740ZuqcQwCOF8DQgG6mrvp7sk2pPozSKlBVStL_VbW0llI24K7l/s320/With+Dad+and+Pops.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p align="center">With Pops and Dad. This was all day PJ day...it was "PJs and Pancakes" at church this Sunday so he got to lounge all day long.<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDdaZ28sYoPbgsLDxeM3VRN-Ds-__A_Reeal3CgoUcROaLyzgkhyQlkfZYPaGvyaDkcIz0LnZb5rncCEbgl-BHk-b8_kw8vOucOYADVKssHqIXGrlA_04WJjgWIH6mapV0OEJebhPxNJeK/s1600-h/couch+with+Dad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371508490151919970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDdaZ28sYoPbgsLDxeM3VRN-Ds-__A_Reeal3CgoUcROaLyzgkhyQlkfZYPaGvyaDkcIz0LnZb5rncCEbgl-BHk-b8_kw8vOucOYADVKssHqIXGrlA_04WJjgWIH6mapV0OEJebhPxNJeK/s320/couch+with+Dad.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><br /><br /><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p align="center">And...he's happy about it. Note the bag he's holding...another kid pleaser, along with boxes, wrapping paper, and anything else that belongs in the trash.<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm5R60Dhas3DbPNCjW2l7nN9_KoU6ejU-PShwDrnuKqsCvYPjxMuv3zu9oMCUyXa3d93euNj3Gz7ZS4FAoQGS1Umdb5s6GNPWAtlmip_LFaiy0Xt6wFcqxCn4_13Xx956SeoZEXSghDurs/s1600-h/Mr+Fix+It.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371508487850232946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm5R60Dhas3DbPNCjW2l7nN9_KoU6ejU-PShwDrnuKqsCvYPjxMuv3zu9oMCUyXa3d93euNj3Gz7ZS4FAoQGS1Umdb5s6GNPWAtlmip_LFaiy0Xt6wFcqxCn4_13Xx956SeoZEXSghDurs/s320/Mr+Fix+It.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="center">Mr. Fix It who never fixes anything. He has a hat in each toy rotation. This week was construction hat, next week is cowboy hat week. </p><p align="left">Nothing major in news. My dad was here a few weeks ago for a quick visit, so we enjoyed that. We have since been doing the usual SeaWorld on the weekends. Luke really doesn't like the water park. He's a little scared of such things, so we basically sit in the foot of water at the edge of the wave pool and watch Sam risk her life trying to escape into the wave pool. They are total opposites right now. It doesn't bother her at all to have her face in the water and to keep going, but Luke just wants to sit with you...no exploring right now. He's more interested in the shows and animals. So we get soaking wet to stay cool before going to a show. It works for everyone.<br /><br />The funniest thing for the week was Luke's checking of Sam's diaper the other day. I'd just taken her clothes off because they were messy. So in the interim before she got re-dressed she pooped. Luke proceeded to walk over to her, pull the back of her diaper wide so he could look in and pronounce "Shoo-wee, Stinky Pants". I was hoping he'd also take the initiative to change it, but no such luck. The scariest moment of the week was Sam falling down the stairs. I forgot to put the gate up so up she went. I didn't know until she fell back down (like 2 steps). And in typical Sam fashion she cried only because she was mad that I picked her up and put the gate up...not hurt, just mad. She's going to be a handful! </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-12196242066716154972009-07-25T21:11:00.006-05:002009-07-25T22:02:16.696-05:00The Latest and Greatest<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilx5fljZ__p4okX4jqrJyN1HDHtnqYnKY7nyIXbfoZPGJ2UW4D7DqGi8zYBe1PF8OUBj9aT3i8kQibK986Yyu27-Bf2VHyCKrc5jFj2p2qtgQfMgd-lxeLPPQ3tsRXaEFPWuH5_sVtH1ry/s1600-h/IMG_0256.JPG"></a></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvnV2mLl5wfn4VE3MJ7A-OnazLeADbw4wOPQU-qd50Xf69VFGwPaucx4ulSQv4W0jrkO1HpXyGmXhSDpgMBjpVdAl_ghWAuts2wdNP5HzHgF8MAM9Vwk42qGS9wCPL_SmvgbM4zTNPls2K/s1600-h/IMG_0254.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362591608712693426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvnV2mLl5wfn4VE3MJ7A-OnazLeADbw4wOPQU-qd50Xf69VFGwPaucx4ulSQv4W0jrkO1HpXyGmXhSDpgMBjpVdAl_ghWAuts2wdNP5HzHgF8MAM9Vwk42qGS9wCPL_SmvgbM4zTNPls2K/s320/IMG_0254.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>SeaWorld with Grandma and Grandpa...who got to visit us just a couple of weeks ago. This is the shark and fish tank that Luke is checking out. </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Di40gWw66bQLZEN3tjZc5BX6BXIusNK1goAt3MeBJwB35VdI-hN2Kd_Gd8ylKzEDoR_FRuzNB2UE2rcLCbmfKWjwjGkW63VZBJF9nqXux85WrOiLNbXssp_eYtZ6uLXYM9pd85uLek8u/s1600-h/IMG_0339+(2).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362591602734924178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Di40gWw66bQLZEN3tjZc5BX6BXIusNK1goAt3MeBJwB35VdI-hN2Kd_Gd8ylKzEDoR_FRuzNB2UE2rcLCbmfKWjwjGkW63VZBJF9nqXux85WrOiLNbXssp_eYtZ6uLXYM9pd85uLek8u/s320/IMG_0339+(2).JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p></p><p></p><p>The stroller shot is just before we left the park. We sort of did all day...we went at opening, saw a few shows, feed the dolphins, and then headed home for naptime. When they got up we went back hoping to see the best show, Viva, which is acrobatics and of course, whales. It started lightening though, so it was cancelled...they swam the new baby beluga around to appease us and then we moved on to the pirates. When it was time to leave it was pouring the rain...so we were soaked without ever stepping foot in the water park. It was kind of nice, cool and fun. </p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBUcFHnXCYiPtCwekrdB03O1V9aGYFHvqGvRgDki-KqALDt0EEzE0RLjGi9aHRcCSSGdSZsm5egG7eep-4QB4E6_wM3yztDXaa4C2M6TjSEM8Z5CvS4YWEgiwPSWGXIhyphenhyphenMUkCvwjMrqlPg/s1600-h/IMG_0337+(2).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362591597719283618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBUcFHnXCYiPtCwekrdB03O1V9aGYFHvqGvRgDki-KqALDt0EEzE0RLjGi9aHRcCSSGdSZsm5egG7eep-4QB4E6_wM3yztDXaa4C2M6TjSEM8Z5CvS4YWEgiwPSWGXIhyphenhyphenMUkCvwjMrqlPg/s320/IMG_0337+(2).JPG" border="0" /></a> </p><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is after the pirate show. Sammy and Luke went up to see the actors. Sammy loved the music at all the shows. She had an absolute blast dancing and clapping...I'm pretty sure that's the most excited I've ever seen her. And...she was pooped.My recommendation though...skip the pirate show. It's not very good, yet Luke loved it. Now he talks about going back to see the pirates all the time...if only we could have just stuck with the walrus and whales.<br /></p><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV6qZQEw8NQ-URd_0G4kIgmXsi8Vgp5F-S9fRFhwqu2Mu6HNZftATWs8P8SRuV0lQHlAgt1OlxlV6JWqHkxRLPiuDa9MZammCx_jUFf84wPv-MCW3GOnrwL5nZx-FcJneEdAPg2Hjz3rga/s1600-h/DSC03167.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362591070245831986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV6qZQEw8NQ-URd_0G4kIgmXsi8Vgp5F-S9fRFhwqu2Mu6HNZftATWs8P8SRuV0lQHlAgt1OlxlV6JWqHkxRLPiuDa9MZammCx_jUFf84wPv-MCW3GOnrwL5nZx-FcJneEdAPg2Hjz3rga/s320/DSC03167.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">The two bath buddies.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9KqdTzRIRzTXQk1WEOFtfmCRMo3FjtTzhpVfawPcMlqGRbp7i9XYVGQas8mVL_okPUzil-MsnBVmyPNPsoBMkSD-uCZ0iuD6cDtPOstIccdyyO14v-XKppXJcgzYhJgaS4cSwWKnEsEhk/s1600-h/DSC03164.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362591065002080370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9KqdTzRIRzTXQk1WEOFtfmCRMo3FjtTzhpVfawPcMlqGRbp7i9XYVGQas8mVL_okPUzil-MsnBVmyPNPsoBMkSD-uCZ0iuD6cDtPOstIccdyyO14v-XKppXJcgzYhJgaS4cSwWKnEsEhk/s320/DSC03164.JPG" border="0" /></a>Very exciting day...he couldn't wait to try out his big boy bed!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU0OYEH7gs_9t1qdA9NQWJ0135-fUfiI1irauNnAXJ7mCY77rMtlp50Q1uVUt2JZ8kloZL4_5h5QqTRaZLXUFc96gBV8JD6o-VmiodZmWAmB3SL92-iJMimVoKjgXezozICUPlnrWovxRe/s1600-h/DSC03165.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362591063240670354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU0OYEH7gs_9t1qdA9NQWJ0135-fUfiI1irauNnAXJ7mCY77rMtlp50Q1uVUt2JZ8kloZL4_5h5QqTRaZLXUFc96gBV8JD6o-VmiodZmWAmB3SL92-iJMimVoKjgXezozICUPlnrWovxRe/s320/DSC03165.JPG" border="0" /></a> All his animals and blankets conveyed.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4DbRpEUXyscacAj_oWu0rpDq7gs0blTsT9bxjOe1flkeMMjWLAay-XTmH13fJ2A-jAzdsjFRrBgpX3w_13PSW6Up-xpw7I2b8bL71vUjsVe8d69kK5k9i1zwOwE1vjqaYmm1vdwZI1C6B/s1600-h/DSC03139.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362591054432367794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4DbRpEUXyscacAj_oWu0rpDq7gs0blTsT9bxjOe1flkeMMjWLAay-XTmH13fJ2A-jAzdsjFRrBgpX3w_13PSW6Up-xpw7I2b8bL71vUjsVe8d69kK5k9i1zwOwE1vjqaYmm1vdwZI1C6B/s320/DSC03139.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sammy sleeping like an angel.<br /><br /><br />Lots of new things around here...<br /><br /><br />Where to start? Sammy waves. She waves back at you with both hands. Very cute, as usual. Also of note, she can't be trusted around stairs. She knows precisely the second that they are left un-gated and she'll dart that way. Last week one day I was in the kitchen putting dishes away when Luke came and said "Baby on stairs." He was right. In fact she was almost to the top. When she realized I was coming she sped up and plopped at the top with her big, one tooth grin. My one relief was that Luke came to tell me as opposed to trying to rescue her himself. She's a bit of a daredevil all the way around I think. Her latest favorite past time is to climb up on the football chair and then leap (literally she stands up and jumps without a flinch) out onto the pillows (that are always on the floor -- pillows are single-handily the most entertaining thing in our house for some reason). Oh, and she says "uh-oh" a lot. I think it must be an easy thing to repeat because it seems like Luke did that early too; she easily repeats it as well as spontaneously lets out an "uh-oh" quite often. She constantly surprises me with something she does that I didn't know she could do...you know they are supposed to constantly add skills, that's normal, but it is nevertheless always a surprise.<br /><br />Luke is in his big boy bed. It was no problem at all. Last weekend James put it together on Saturday, got it all set up with his blankets and animals (plus added Great-Grandma's quilt to it). We talked about it all day and by the time it was ready Luke had asked to go see it no less than 100 times. So, we did. He jumped and played and then for the two hours until nap time he begged to go to nap...out of character to say the least. So, nap came and went, night time came and went...and to date it hasn't been a big deal at all. He constantly reminds us now that he is a "big boy", so maybe we went a little overboard, or maybe he is a big boy. He also tells me repeatedly from the time out corner "I'm a big boy mommy." I don't know where he equated being a big boy with no time out...but, it hasn't gotten him out early yet, although it is pretty cute. Luke can also put on his shoes all by himself. That was a surprise. One day when I wasn't quick enough for him he just did it himself...put his white tennis shoes on. I was, of course, very impressed (as was the Stride Rite lady Thursday night when he did his own trying on). He now at least attempts the feat every time, so in no time he'll be a pro.<br /><br /><br />And recently added to the night time routine...the bath-duo. They bathe together! It's great, most of the time. It is a little tricky when she takes something he wants and vice versa, as well as when she tries standing in the tub when he has soap running in his eyes. For the most part though it is fun and slightly easier. Plus, it's cute...don't you think?<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-10458197484642415602009-07-10T21:04:00.005-05:002009-07-25T21:11:38.189-05:00Dear Sammy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM4e9IwmoHlymJtGz85GE_4LCZkcZ-hw8Kae4KZSjPQIIRjAX1lqXw7ZScDJv2WUW3mewBNPjRaUtNWMIzxwzHzGmbbl9dIMoOp8RW3v5r2LgtZK1TggG_5flM1wm6Ti0MYuTveRHztWPr/s1600-h/DSC03159.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362585591357430946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM4e9IwmoHlymJtGz85GE_4LCZkcZ-hw8Kae4KZSjPQIIRjAX1lqXw7ZScDJv2WUW3mewBNPjRaUtNWMIzxwzHzGmbbl9dIMoOp8RW3v5r2LgtZK1TggG_5flM1wm6Ti0MYuTveRHztWPr/s320/DSC03159.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>Boo Boo, Baby, Sissy, Sammy, Angel, Little One, Little Girl, Sweetie, Sweet Pea, Sam (anything but Samantha for some reason!):</div><br /><div>You are 1! I can't believe it. It's taken forever at some moments and has flown by all the others. You started out a 2 pounds...today you are 20. You also grew 11 inches in a year. You are right on track for any other 1 year old out there and...I knew you would be. Your month in the NICU was really not worrisome to me at all. Your tough. You started tough and you fine tune that strength by combating your brother's hits and pushes almost every day. You've had quite a year to remember. The thing that sticks out besides your birth are the trip to South Padre. You were miserable, screaming and barely sleeping at all. During the trip we discovered you had ear infection #1...4 infections later you got ear tubes. We showed at the hospital at 5:30 a.m. and you weren't allowed to eat. Surgery was delayed from 7 to 11 and did you complain at all...nope. You are so pleasant and easy to read. You tell us when you are tired and when you are hungry (and with the ears when you were hurting), but you rarely cry for any other reason. You go to sleep so easy at night and most of the time sleep through the night with no problem. If you get up at all you get a quick drink and go right back to bed...very nice of you. I sometimes worry that you get the short end of the stick because your older brother demands a lot of attention. We don't stay home very often for you to take a morning nap even though you'd take one. But...you love going out and as soon as we get somewhere, despite being tired, you perk right up and take it all in. You will NOT sleep anywhere if something is going on...I think you are afraid you'll miss something. So, over all, I think you don't really mind the one nap a day deal as soon as you see that you've been included in the festivities.</div><br /><div>The cutest thing is your little front tooth. It just barely extends beyond the surface and it serves to add one more element of cute. Everyone thinks you are beautiful, we know you are. You always have been. Your blue eyes and dark (but turning lighter) hair are gorgeous, even with the "wing" curls. I'm amazed that your skin tone is so completely different than your brother's. You are naturally dark. We get lots of comments about your "tan"...they don't know that you aren't allowed to leave the house with anything less than 50 spf sunscreen on. You crawl and have been for about 3 weeks now. But, you aren't going to settle. You are already pulling up and cruising all over the place. Tomorrow when you open your b'day gift you are getting a push-toy. I feel confident you'll be able to manage it (if you can keep your brother from hijacking it). The cutest is when you are pleased with yourself. You'll climb up in the football chair or pull up on the table and immediately turn to find who is looking. You smile as big as possible just to make sure everyone is joining in the excitement. Sometimes you also clap for yourself which just makes everyone do it...you are learning to direct the show early. You are a mimicker. You copy what we say in your own baby language. I think shortly after steps will start hearing words, but no rush. I don't want you to grow up too fast. Well, really, no matter how fast or slow it goes you'll always be my little girl. Even when you are 5 feet tall, I know I'll remember your baby smile and your endless wonder that makes the day exciting for everyone. The only thing I wish changed is your interest in all things off limits :)...but, hey, that's what babies do. </div><br /><div>But, anyway, so that you’ll be able to share the wonders of you at one with your own kids some day…here’s all about you: </div><br /><div>Favorite food and drink: Gerber stars, crackers, carrots, corn, strawberries, watermelon, mandarin oranges, bananas, bread, anything besides baby food (although your favorite used to be squash and pears); water from your own little sippy cup</div><br /><div>Favorite show: You have no interest in shows unless there is music to dance too. With a little music you'll do a little jig.</div><br /><div></div><div>Favorite toys: chicken dance egg, balls, piano, exersaucer, football chair, bath toys of all types, anything Luke likes and doesn't want you to touch, mommy's jewelry</div><br /><div>Big trips this year: South Padre to see Grandma and Grandpa</div><br /><div>Big sickness this year: 2 month immunizations and then multiple ear infections between Jan and Mar</div><br /><div>Favorite people: Luke, Mommy, Daddy, and Noni</div><br /><div>Activities/Places: church nursery, SeaWorld, swimming! You loved swimming from the very first time you went...you kick around and have a great time.</div><br /><div>Least favorites: green beans, pureed meat, peaches, tofu</div><br /><div>Size: 12 mth</div><br /><div>Unforgettable firsts: first (one and only) tooth, crawling, sleeping through the night, climbing the stairs, clapping, pulling up, cruising, smile</div><br /><div>You wish you could forget them moments: the ear infections and when I flipped you right out of the travel swing just a few days after you were came home (it was awful!)</div><br /><div>The world around you: Barack Obama is President and is trying to pass universal health care. He already passed the largest stimulus billion history to try and combat our horrible economy. Iran is in turmoil over a seemingly corrupt election. Italy had a devastating earthquake. Michael Jackson died at age 50. The two top AF leaders were fired (Chief of Staff and Sr Enlisted guy). The first women ever ran on the Republican ticket for Vice President of the US (Sarah Palin). Your Great-Grandma Anderson (Mrs. Polly) died in April. You Great-Clagg Grandparents meet you for the first time on their visit here in March.</div><br /><div>Your adorable. I love you from your little curls down to your little 10 toes. I can't believe how much you've grown, both in size and personality. You are going to be Miss Independent and I look forward to getting to know you more and more. You know what you want and I have what I want...the best family in the world. You completed our household and brought more joy to the mix than we could have ever imagined. Sometimes I hold on to you for a really long time before laying you down at night, because I can. I won't always be able to hold you in my arms, but I'll love you just the same every single day! I love, love, love you. -Mommy</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirW5PnXgu7tgLtEdEkQj3VvTLKL9lzw-CqBsHYlrcEHM1XN9z6rUhms-JbUJPr66VuJQ_L7ny9TvdgbVhLS9SVQ4SGCx9DAHswnSUUrdCIv46JGHejwFJU5Pj044HjUYietE7Hbo5ljfff/s1600-h/IMG_0184.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357032206120811426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirW5PnXgu7tgLtEdEkQj3VvTLKL9lzw-CqBsHYlrcEHM1XN9z6rUhms-JbUJPr66VuJQ_L7ny9TvdgbVhLS9SVQ4SGCx9DAHswnSUUrdCIv46JGHejwFJU5Pj044HjUYietE7Hbo5ljfff/s320/IMG_0184.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpLrdQl47q_I-e4thkJUvuAMPPuR0Fur1qaxfaq1i7OPotzqepZz0-kuNYwvUBOvwuBQ_shI0hh3-wfRpeAp0INHoDWG2bQwZGFf4IRUC9V2eFQalNeVWvBH0y0jJ2BtW5cjHHociQAh4g/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357032221144332402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpLrdQl47q_I-e4thkJUvuAMPPuR0Fur1qaxfaq1i7OPotzqepZz0-kuNYwvUBOvwuBQ_shI0hh3-wfRpeAp0INHoDWG2bQwZGFf4IRUC9V2eFQalNeVWvBH0y0jJ2BtW5cjHHociQAh4g/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1M0K_-3SIYW21vntF434dwFWixn1JmKxT-bRu8YqmYfHHZMWFS0FRm4y7GLiIJbe_XUruAw-suDfquOkv_eVsINHZNnYFIuadVnM4Kpd0eu0iqb6l1uLeQcA6lRVMw0DvKB8HWw-fSLJ/s1600-h/IMG_0242+(2).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357032191999540098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1M0K_-3SIYW21vntF434dwFWixn1JmKxT-bRu8YqmYfHHZMWFS0FRm4y7GLiIJbe_XUruAw-suDfquOkv_eVsINHZNnYFIuadVnM4Kpd0eu0iqb6l1uLeQcA6lRVMw0DvKB8HWw-fSLJ/s320/IMG_0242+(2).JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmpxvXjK1_hwcbqxlXdHqvV5orNZn4KD8icy4C6R9oVsQJk62URmZXye-zM13RpiGClzPei9_nXf6rT1YXPt4CXWe7uQuvZAt97bKUyhb2zTQMyg2pB7VHufZ35Hrlkcu8JMVyjOvNrPWe/s1600-h/IMG_0312+(2).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357032195607630450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmpxvXjK1_hwcbqxlXdHqvV5orNZn4KD8icy4C6R9oVsQJk62URmZXye-zM13RpiGClzPei9_nXf6rT1YXPt4CXWe7uQuvZAt97bKUyhb2zTQMyg2pB7VHufZ35Hrlkcu8JMVyjOvNrPWe/s320/IMG_0312+(2).JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-57061430506476832902009-06-29T20:59:00.003-05:002009-06-29T21:19:34.671-05:00A Hurst Weekend<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKpv05nmYLPEpMYV3JKwNtgRik9jVju7Gf1o2P88C1nze1FFDQAbNX0BU374F5LKsrih43MZWc3AW7pgXgGVNxxgHqvEgf5z45Emf5stR_q63hvRLpUjSB1ZlEE7CJ44ODracp4KQqw9ia/s1600-h/Stairs.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352936744273587330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKpv05nmYLPEpMYV3JKwNtgRik9jVju7Gf1o2P88C1nze1FFDQAbNX0BU374F5LKsrih43MZWc3AW7pgXgGVNxxgHqvEgf5z45Emf5stR_q63hvRLpUjSB1ZlEE7CJ44ODracp4KQqw9ia/s320/Stairs.jpg" border="0" /></a> All ready for church. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">shouldn't</span> have fixed the red eye in this picture, as that was probably a better representation of Luke at the time. This was the moment just before he pushed her off the stairs. She's a tough one!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlksCbvshPvFWMpfe95ygN945RCv7Sr7GIF7BVG4OfQZPnYAj593JW8fKgZffobPp2yRsg2qHdFFUFjrsj7xQsX1QqOgDm3wbKJfIzrln7FJf6nk8IWQXdwlGKf7y-9D7J0lBxbrUxBDVa/s1600-h/Stairs.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352936760541182194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlksCbvshPvFWMpfe95ygN945RCv7Sr7GIF7BVG4OfQZPnYAj593JW8fKgZffobPp2yRsg2qHdFFUFjrsj7xQsX1QqOgDm3wbKJfIzrln7FJf6nk8IWQXdwlGKf7y-9D7J0lBxbrUxBDVa/s320/Stairs.jpg" border="0" /></a> What is it about stairs anyway? Kids gravitate to them...maybe it's the freedom that awaits at the top? Who knows, but just like all kids do, Sammy goes for the stairs constantly.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTR906irKOXxCsx2U5bBEkB1hLBY1E81W_XyMkKtHI-vhQua5hg0GeN5Jqe7HXZxYOKGg22Y35eNH7dTpHP1gdPeK8c_ri4DsRH2w5iAsjzdxtBOPeMHxtHL_H7NcqrrRTe3-LgpxsazPk/s1600-h/Church.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352936756627206082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTR906irKOXxCsx2U5bBEkB1hLBY1E81W_XyMkKtHI-vhQua5hg0GeN5Jqe7HXZxYOKGg22Y35eNH7dTpHP1gdPeK8c_ri4DsRH2w5iAsjzdxtBOPeMHxtHL_H7NcqrrRTe3-LgpxsazPk/s320/Church.jpg" border="0" /></a> At church with Ms. Paige. Paige helps her mom (my friend Jennifer) in the nursery on Sundays. Sammy knows her when she sees her coming.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhImv4JYreB1slowj9vWVz-ia19nLD7F1YfDCbDx7pwV5tdYQkvTFCCWzqn-QY9W6rWpArrroudqhaH2YhXD_aliVA3zvSt2EMT30hZKQisXFSVWvP_5TL_Tar43kcxbiaHf1f4O993J2Th/s1600-h/Church+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352936749013794994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhImv4JYreB1slowj9vWVz-ia19nLD7F1YfDCbDx7pwV5tdYQkvTFCCWzqn-QY9W6rWpArrroudqhaH2YhXD_aliVA3zvSt2EMT30hZKQisXFSVWvP_5TL_Tar43kcxbiaHf1f4O993J2Th/s320/Church+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Luke goes straight for the train table...and talks about it all the way there. On the way to church there is no looking for planes, motorcycles, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">car washes</span>, or water towers (which are typically his favorite sightings); church = train table and that is all he can focus on.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgBT-GvDloWlKSX6DMxBLDZO5g_DuQkkz2SnyNflJQxN-987mWQzd5FIG0qH3KATdw2NAvyaYQ5h_0_eOqP8QypAwqGc-Ai16P15RgQUw3GtDxLq-sk-nwhUYNqYOp9Ltc6VSOKF4-1twf/s1600-h/Pool+kids+6+9+09+021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352936738755637474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgBT-GvDloWlKSX6DMxBLDZO5g_DuQkkz2SnyNflJQxN-987mWQzd5FIG0qH3KATdw2NAvyaYQ5h_0_eOqP8QypAwqGc-Ai16P15RgQUw3GtDxLq-sk-nwhUYNqYOp9Ltc6VSOKF4-1twf/s320/Pool+kids+6+9+09+021.JPG" border="0" /></a> Backyard activity to follow int eh little zebra pool. They both think it is a blast!<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvMfZOirrJT5OgAyVmMIwD01RLzO5l2SE0-pg4FdTfd5XwnGkNSJzjUxTy-VElkc_ebFO26EayQCsFf4xyVvilrBe8P0f2NqXy90OfLOLi-JupivMUS8g0odMGFcJPX-DYgdIKDwsiGC8/s1600-h/Pool+kids+6+9+09+013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352936308018076690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvMfZOirrJT5OgAyVmMIwD01RLzO5l2SE0-pg4FdTfd5XwnGkNSJzjUxTy-VElkc_ebFO26EayQCsFf4xyVvilrBe8P0f2NqXy90OfLOLi-JupivMUS8g0odMGFcJPX-DYgdIKDwsiGC8/s320/Pool+kids+6+9+09+013.JPG" border="0" /></a> And...three days a week (at least) we hit the pool. James and I swim laps with the kids in the floats and then they play in the little one on the annoying breaks. Why do pools insist on a 10-min break every hour anyway? Are lifeguards unionized? Anyway, here is the little man lining up all his pool toys.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5hjdcSbogz_xdbY2n7o6mjcM_nkXnRG5zZJWGv0x_e_yKn5tjcs4mKUxAk1KyGh4pvBpzZ6j4Hley__YwtiHUq78hECyuGfZMCAf_2Lte0XQ9Bd3i0Wb4rtOMNp2A1wK0El-Y7Y0HL7S/s1600-h/Pool+kids+6+9+09+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352936310985152434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5hjdcSbogz_xdbY2n7o6mjcM_nkXnRG5zZJWGv0x_e_yKn5tjcs4mKUxAk1KyGh4pvBpzZ6j4Hley__YwtiHUq78hECyuGfZMCAf_2Lte0XQ9Bd3i0Wb4rtOMNp2A1wK0El-Y7Y0HL7S/s320/Pool+kids+6+9+09+007.JPG" border="0" /></a> Water baby #2!<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5xUypT2gKkNw34kju2axzRvuey-j3WSGwj0nc39x8zrK56WdgGpJ5r1DPUCKSxwTsH4-HWqZaBKVsPyoYyzMQ6BQ6sVPixn45madrBdNY0UNkw2eYA5OTVZqgdlw4QITW4nO7pCDqgfc/s1600-h/Pool+kids+6+9+09+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352936295686273186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5xUypT2gKkNw34kju2axzRvuey-j3WSGwj0nc39x8zrK56WdgGpJ5r1DPUCKSxwTsH4-HWqZaBKVsPyoYyzMQ6BQ6sVPixn45madrBdNY0UNkw2eYA5OTVZqgdlw4QITW4nO7pCDqgfc/s320/Pool+kids+6+9+09+001.JPG" border="0" /></a> A little scary at first to trust them anywhere near each other in water, but he does really well. They splash each other and he'll push her back to us when she drifts too far away. Very cute!</div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-36632852332419509532009-06-18T21:21:00.003-05:002009-06-18T21:35:32.853-05:00Hot--Seriously Hot--Summer Fun<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkiIW592tnQmSsRRVC6agCCv2NIQFXKDAfpRDgduZJkiT7qZOeLtTsaSwrtkf01cTEIGxAblb9VDzfU1fYbhfCmrXP5b7ExE36sLSfgBu54n-NgP3S3_huaO1u4DVZrMiBJ18SHpQBwGgm/s1600-h/Water+Play+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348858795583409106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkiIW592tnQmSsRRVC6agCCv2NIQFXKDAfpRDgduZJkiT7qZOeLtTsaSwrtkf01cTEIGxAblb9VDzfU1fYbhfCmrXP5b7ExE36sLSfgBu54n-NgP3S3_huaO1u4DVZrMiBJ18SHpQBwGgm/s320/Water+Play+4.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ma and Pops were here visiting week before last. This was one of the highlights of the trip for Luke. Th water sprinkler with his Grandma. Can you tell he kinda liked it? It's going to come in handy because it is HOT here, as in like in the 100's every day for the last 3 days and in the forecast for the next 5+.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNTKYh5WAn1IbpSk277xYssjmN087nSrQyR0z1DJ8bY3kIFAI5YWZzL6aXSI2ZZh_dZd5_menMD3SlbomRqP9fJ9-SK2IwtnaWcw081HENSceU_vJ-e-g2JsKuFs1VRjpLFohBeoXbQ7U/s1600-h/Water+Play+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348858793627513794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNTKYh5WAn1IbpSk277xYssjmN087nSrQyR0z1DJ8bY3kIFAI5YWZzL6aXSI2ZZh_dZd5_menMD3SlbomRqP9fJ9-SK2IwtnaWcw081HENSceU_vJ-e-g2JsKuFs1VRjpLFohBeoXbQ7U/s320/Water+Play+5.jpg" border="0" /></a> As did Grandma... She is apparently disarming. He had his face all in the water here with no coaxing required. But, Tuesday night we went to Seaworld and he wouldn't even consider putting his face in the splash pad water there. I have no idea what the difference is...maybe the people or the amount of water. Who knows, but it was surprising. He had fun of course and got sufficiently wet from playing with the water and the splashing, but no face action. Then we always have to do the walrus show...he has a thing for the "big walrus". He was so excited I had to periodically lean over and tell him "take a bite" to which he complied. Otherwise he'd have never touched the peanut butter and jelly sandwich he was begging for just seconds before the show started.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi9AbsuodJAFUvv336OoNBAq9nAZRfhlWqsS9szQb8A_zh14vzlDvOQo1WVXCiJHaI6Gldq7OEzbq0tp7CT40HQleeQez-8owuyLaTqIuR1Dig5CGXQcFgiFHJAPL8hG-I1wf9HUYXRuEU/s1600-h/Highchair.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348858789483728818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi9AbsuodJAFUvv336OoNBAq9nAZRfhlWqsS9szQb8A_zh14vzlDvOQo1WVXCiJHaI6Gldq7OEzbq0tp7CT40HQleeQez-8owuyLaTqIuR1Dig5CGXQcFgiFHJAPL8hG-I1wf9HUYXRuEU/s320/Highchair.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sammy is trying to find her Cheerios amidst all the toys. It is amazing how fast they tire of the same toys, but yet never tire of the random box or tissue paper.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgROyDJkSAK1hih_vWYDttkKoh2eo7X_hK7eH32Z4DbpsOl1aEQqQUN9ea5ygsj6ETOw1OQjwLm7pESRKxeDB_14aPNu19PLPQJmqzL_b5PqzLzoqN3pmBxJuCChnvcI0EncuaQiCLMb6V/s1600-h/Outside.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348858785688774530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgROyDJkSAK1hih_vWYDttkKoh2eo7X_hK7eH32Z4DbpsOl1aEQqQUN9ea5ygsj6ETOw1OQjwLm7pESRKxeDB_14aPNu19PLPQJmqzL_b5PqzLzoqN3pmBxJuCChnvcI0EncuaQiCLMb6V/s320/Outside.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is her content look. This was just before she started crawling, which was a rather frustrating time for the little lady. But...no more. Now she is all over the place, whether we like it or not. AND...added bonus, she has a tooth. Her first tooth came in on the bottom. AND...she claps. I came home from work today to find Sammy clapping, for herself. When she is real proud of herself for a long crawl or getting the trash bag out of the can, you know something cool, she pops up and claps her little hands off. Very cute and very sudden. Just all of a sudden today she breaks out is excessive clapping. There is no telling what new trick she'll spring on us next.</div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-35025735237394136502009-06-10T23:06:00.002-05:002009-06-10T23:10:00.177-05:00Sammy Crawls!!At last...our little angel with an attitude crawls! Tonight she did a quick hop forward <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">with</span> both knees and then popped back up. It was enough to spark her interest though because next she tried again and made it three strides before sitting back up (which is her top trick right now, so I think she's having a hard time letting go and moving forward into the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">crawling</span> craze). And...then on to four strides... Next she'll be walking before we know it! Super excited...seems like we've been just knowing she'll crawl <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">any day</span> for many, may days now.<br /><br />Pics are coming...stay tuned.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-57216512462813058172009-05-24T21:09:00.005-05:002009-05-24T21:18:19.820-05:00EMS Extravaganza<div align="center">It has been a great weekend with the kids! Both have been super agreeable and I can't even remember a time out. Maybe that is why we have the extra day off tomorrow, so we can fit in all the timeouts and whining...TBD. But, so far it has been a really nice weekend and I'm thinking tomorrow will be more of the same. Saturday was EMS Extravaganza day and Farmer's Market. Farmer's Market was the first stop, but it was too crowded. The only good thing was that there were lots of dogs for Luke to get dog kisses from. After that quick stop, we were on to EMS Extravaganza. They were showcasing fire trucks, the SWAT team, the water rescue folks, ambulances, and supposedly police (although they must have been in the new, annoyingly sneaky police cars because I never saw them). So, below are the kids making nice with the bravest community servants.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjqbd1wEnRgSGG8fbiDo3mhVJWEmq9NorfjByvQ8ZB0WEIaslM_oClgiLAVDLArIlBgdaV1arN7xlgtfAjJ_GlsByQa1bCcXDq7c1k-_n6aai4PgrwB_928mg_9XW8JBKWGx9TWDn-z5SD/s1600-h/SWAT.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339578064346248178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjqbd1wEnRgSGG8fbiDo3mhVJWEmq9NorfjByvQ8ZB0WEIaslM_oClgiLAVDLArIlBgdaV1arN7xlgtfAjJ_GlsByQa1bCcXDq7c1k-_n6aai4PgrwB_928mg_9XW8JBKWGx9TWDn-z5SD/s320/SWAT.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a></p><p align="center">I hope this isn't the memory that shapes the direction of her life. I'd prefer she not end up a SWAT chic. </p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixtb1NKBBPRINEaErb3Zp-OGipR8uixVBuwrUJD9bJCx_SxL-bJhE0m2gWketyPVghYL6GOgFsu-dHl-ysawyj5lx0mT0SYqEI_I8YsioSrCc1igmQV9iDjEqc9YJlCHMNnRekH_zHrC-r/s1600-h/Fire+Truck+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339578060762855538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixtb1NKBBPRINEaErb3Zp-OGipR8uixVBuwrUJD9bJCx_SxL-bJhE0m2gWketyPVghYL6GOgFsu-dHl-ysawyj5lx0mT0SYqEI_I8YsioSrCc1igmQV9iDjEqc9YJlCHMNnRekH_zHrC-r/s320/Fire+Truck+4.jpg" border="0" /></a> Same here, not really rooting for a fireman in the family either. A librarian maybe, or a horticulturist.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-84947571165389470992009-05-18T22:06:00.003-05:002009-05-18T22:20:11.870-05:00Weekend!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEbeD4T3ZITR3Xe6TpVG_1u6Z1IISYnXfKRuruV0h_ZCRhvAqW2pgVQwnAPKdH3X_BQIhFlP9bdBsiy_AHnPyBd8RgWLL5HtuMdRpkvFMkFlSuRfmJvD0-xFjjeHxsB1VmtZS71VweSqw4/s1600-h/Sitting+Pretty+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337369058173721554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEbeD4T3ZITR3Xe6TpVG_1u6Z1IISYnXfKRuruV0h_ZCRhvAqW2pgVQwnAPKdH3X_BQIhFlP9bdBsiy_AHnPyBd8RgWLL5HtuMdRpkvFMkFlSuRfmJvD0-xFjjeHxsB1VmtZS71VweSqw4/s320/Sitting+Pretty+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Happy baby. She is celebrating solid food...she is on to stars, watermelon, peaches, carrots, squash, sweet potato, crackers, and counting these days.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidaJjl9RSKU2pR_VTRedPaqw-Pg0lnLqOwdA6shKEtuKbLfTnGs2Hm1niO_DCsKEv3H2izohvOHLvF-5BFN1jxox66yat2y-ses8QGv6tW72zFqcCqnwPIDS4DVCRha94o-ped54pVWI3R/s1600-h/Stroller.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337366986280520498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidaJjl9RSKU2pR_VTRedPaqw-Pg0lnLqOwdA6shKEtuKbLfTnGs2Hm1niO_DCsKEv3H2izohvOHLvF-5BFN1jxox66yat2y-ses8QGv6tW72zFqcCqnwPIDS4DVCRha94o-ped54pVWI3R/s320/Stroller.jpg" border="0" /></a> Another day at Friederich Park. We JUST beat the torrential downpour.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEBusToqne19Dp7nPq5TI2E_BZaxkoQHEX49V8UrlJbO1RP14KWAZKIhyphenhyphenpeFgFIHwXl6LDSpu7Or2URfxgrZKpSmDa7ayiaKw4O6iIV2fkIHHOJ6Ib-c9KwsSffYFG16ct1lziBMPuCmVb/s1600-h/At+the+Park.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337366978839406594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEBusToqne19Dp7nPq5TI2E_BZaxkoQHEX49V8UrlJbO1RP14KWAZKIhyphenhyphenpeFgFIHwXl6LDSpu7Or2URfxgrZKpSmDa7ayiaKw4O6iIV2fkIHHOJ6Ib-c9KwsSffYFG16ct1lziBMPuCmVb/s320/At+the+Park.jpg" border="0" /></a> At the park. Sam gets her own spread these days, complete with toys. Have blanket, will travel.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQXN_CyQiuwiTj6B35TKOWuBM3nl9FH1AoFuooDjUs6FFDXU7vTz9bMBKPUVdscxwbP0mK21ph6gheHLk8UP1ZMnA1xRQT9nACh_5QPw6c0SKKE5-uNsVDoYHUfJPPMOOSiLHqmJCMD2kW/s1600-h/Swinging+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337366979927099602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQXN_CyQiuwiTj6B35TKOWuBM3nl9FH1AoFuooDjUs6FFDXU7vTz9bMBKPUVdscxwbP0mK21ph6gheHLk8UP1ZMnA1xRQT9nACh_5QPw6c0SKKE5-uNsVDoYHUfJPPMOOSiLHqmJCMD2kW/s320/Swinging+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> And, of course, she swings with the best of them too!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRH2272pUzZhYgUonkOsBWMRUI3piJoc5aNyTrP9QxMZL9XQu_9GywbBIgFtQw8gRNuNzTPNgrp_SGnrtsd3gcE6MotXLYMcw26WchuYO81-2si0HKBnQMsAh8ubgmTZwytiqR60IhXj0l/s1600-h/Sleeping.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337366980859628082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRH2272pUzZhYgUonkOsBWMRUI3piJoc5aNyTrP9QxMZL9XQu_9GywbBIgFtQw8gRNuNzTPNgrp_SGnrtsd3gcE6MotXLYMcw26WchuYO81-2si0HKBnQMsAh8ubgmTZwytiqR60IhXj0l/s320/Sleeping.jpg" border="0" /></a> At Friederich's she crashed. One baby can only take so much fun in a day. </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5E-jtQI8SPbseuKCfuG_sL5PmYsCNujmJA-BsjnyJvPtpheVDMfueI-Js3B364XlHjwNqjjIjX827eUnI-S6EQe48zRlhIUHLeQDdtY4ab0xLglkcj-5F2d-qa07GYDzSMRnm6xb0pwz/s1600-h/Swinging.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337366974357823794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5E-jtQI8SPbseuKCfuG_sL5PmYsCNujmJA-BsjnyJvPtpheVDMfueI-Js3B364XlHjwNqjjIjX827eUnI-S6EQe48zRlhIUHLeQDdtY4ab0xLglkcj-5F2d-qa07GYDzSMRnm6xb0pwz/s320/Swinging.jpg" border="0" /></a> He couldn't decide between continuing to play with his sticks or swinging, so here he is swinging with sticks.<br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOherHOrTeM5uKTv4gCeO1373ZX1GwiH-rWyUtPTR9G2U6F_ObSAOdlLYpJ1lzd6Dwj6u0IKsvAdiB39EukpGf4h0dG7KmQ2Rh0Yw2fVf_fB12CWHvutMCuJthtqucZP3yg9_HJAYQ34Wk/s1600-h/Toilet+Seat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337366519851908130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOherHOrTeM5uKTv4gCeO1373ZX1GwiH-rWyUtPTR9G2U6F_ObSAOdlLYpJ1lzd6Dwj6u0IKsvAdiB39EukpGf4h0dG7KmQ2Rh0Yw2fVf_fB12CWHvutMCuJthtqucZP3yg9_HJAYQ34Wk/s320/Toilet+Seat.jpg" border="0" /></a> Luke's new hat. How are we ever going to convince him to sit his bare butt on his new hat?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbd3ULULgVMF_ernWaDhyE4uUzBWvU3w3M_ltILxDDg1G6PLkVAQZWhOngy_NV0S-qvWXWTAGtK3P0WF8jhRizX0zh4525u2gwz4PuBjrr6b9FZPS2xcaBDnjfOMTpuLICQhAobHGwWhTN/s1600-h/Cool+Dude+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337366515701754690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbd3ULULgVMF_ernWaDhyE4uUzBWvU3w3M_ltILxDDg1G6PLkVAQZWhOngy_NV0S-qvWXWTAGtK3P0WF8jhRizX0zh4525u2gwz4PuBjrr6b9FZPS2xcaBDnjfOMTpuLICQhAobHGwWhTN/s320/Cool+Dude+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hiding behind the cool shades and low-slung hat is a confident singer. We were hearing, "Tinkle, Tinkle, wittle star...".<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqNVXj9DqCpUijb-S7zAtf9Me1vvNDxYufo98kOU1HxNm4ycNU9bj5ivzXp9ydZY7dYcQF70PIEyqKl3JrYwrWMVshOnSUaN13O29NMdZwOdwVi__VkLjkENPYwWTBn6qNCV5_jzZdN3Ov/s1600-h/At+the+Park.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337366514189977010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqNVXj9DqCpUijb-S7zAtf9Me1vvNDxYufo98kOU1HxNm4ycNU9bj5ivzXp9ydZY7dYcQF70PIEyqKl3JrYwrWMVshOnSUaN13O29NMdZwOdwVi__VkLjkENPYwWTBn6qNCV5_jzZdN3Ov/s320/At+the+Park.jpg" border="0" /></a>Rocks. Sticks, then rocks. Rocks, then sticks.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW7o2O8zHDeVOfVXSAIBm5LNwNLMXKjeZfVjGdD2JEL6cAOQ4u4Q534m_D8MILCXb17QF7C1b-JsEprxkSj0N3kvdHt9XApHtwTXq116sCOhH1SNar6bn2QPIlsQcKCV3l-vrjiX3rwVHn/s1600-h/Swinging.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337366508156258034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW7o2O8zHDeVOfVXSAIBm5LNwNLMXKjeZfVjGdD2JEL6cAOQ4u4Q534m_D8MILCXb17QF7C1b-JsEprxkSj0N3kvdHt9XApHtwTXq116sCOhH1SNar6bn2QPIlsQcKCV3l-vrjiX3rwVHn/s320/Swinging.jpg" border="0" /></a>Two babies swinging. They both thought it was a hoot that the other was swinging. And I thought it was a hoot that they thought it was a hoot.<br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXRatcWOVmNJvJX5COSZyfCXTs0vn72f_zUkgSACO4Ji7bF0rZ0A_3_rWwO2w0Key2CzwakXdvSZpsjAas9Ncz8h0Cf7DdLRF2FB4WqEcVlyOgBhi5cFcBuFFarJODeTjhE3qMQjIBi0v/s1600-h/Diapered+babies+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337366510130306802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXRatcWOVmNJvJX5COSZyfCXTs0vn72f_zUkgSACO4Ji7bF0rZ0A_3_rWwO2w0Key2CzwakXdvSZpsjAas9Ncz8h0Cf7DdLRF2FB4WqEcVlyOgBhi5cFcBuFFarJODeTjhE3qMQjIBi0v/s320/Diapered+babies+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Prepping for a morning outdoors. Sunscreen for everybody. Don't know if you can tell, but we have two very different skin-toned babies on our hands. She is dark and he is white, white.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-69404490434437867032009-05-09T22:20:00.003-05:002009-05-09T22:24:29.754-05:00Backyard Fun<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSub-V-a4jfXwVb5bwYydNK96UApiKHxgUDNEjxDMw3r0PycckjNanu2Vfk2Qk1LZ8oJdlptaAQjym1mnfB-CDjH1Mc6ZDDDl2cCl7SRU5UOJ64suE5U756H-wbcdq4-dHAnePfeNmyri4/s1600-h/Driving+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334030524936284754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSub-V-a4jfXwVb5bwYydNK96UApiKHxgUDNEjxDMw3r0PycckjNanu2Vfk2Qk1LZ8oJdlptaAQjym1mnfB-CDjH1Mc6ZDDDl2cCl7SRU5UOJ64suE5U756H-wbcdq4-dHAnePfeNmyri4/s320/Driving+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> First driving lesson.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_ZLaN1yPXC7KClQBZw68UanlDpTk0jIELNJb9meRj0z3dw2QPVnlGpF0UUyT53w6IcbuU5Sa6VKsT2YOabiasWI5YddSPps5f0YBWIjPFs8Zp2it5YmxCPt-hYJeX3aoGqKjuffrM7-4/s1600-h/Driving.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334030524974628690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_ZLaN1yPXC7KClQBZw68UanlDpTk0jIELNJb9meRj0z3dw2QPVnlGpF0UUyT53w6IcbuU5Sa6VKsT2YOabiasWI5YddSPps5f0YBWIjPFs8Zp2it5YmxCPt-hYJeX3aoGqKjuffrM7-4/s320/Driving.jpg" border="0" /></a>O.K. Now, get out of my way.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYR_fKnukVr_UAJmAqyEFMgZFnaAl3ivROyWsmYszQK-1LQdDQa0IFDl86ac0KcRP8DavOY1lz5YZSZ54xmVxSje8Yqd8ooJA9s0lZhm8EYZrJc0cV6N9bE0Ds6QicciD9BeLaM6aFofxv/s1600-h/Mowing+6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334030521108865490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYR_fKnukVr_UAJmAqyEFMgZFnaAl3ivROyWsmYszQK-1LQdDQa0IFDl86ac0KcRP8DavOY1lz5YZSZ54xmVxSje8Yqd8ooJA9s0lZhm8EYZrJc0cV6N9bE0Ds6QicciD9BeLaM6aFofxv/s320/Mowing+6.jpg" border="0" /></a> Funny man.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUFz1df3570AF3f-ZXRvaDT2PN7G9ZzM2y8HTl1msV_I0LSDOGX8kEsr7moChfhkXqRYVGPeNgodeL1r3403K-tRm4VbZ5_J-fdpgRmSi7k4p5x6KQN9mKJ19JQM2IdrKpRjIKgsdmauWt/s1600-h/Mowing+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334030517662846434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUFz1df3570AF3f-ZXRvaDT2PN7G9ZzM2y8HTl1msV_I0LSDOGX8kEsr7moChfhkXqRYVGPeNgodeL1r3403K-tRm4VbZ5_J-fdpgRmSi7k4p5x6KQN9mKJ19JQM2IdrKpRjIKgsdmauWt/s320/Mowing+3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Love this picture. He's trying not to smile. To get him to smile for a picture you tell him not too and he can't help it.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU1KAkzxzD4xceun0lnjYzrf2f0xZ6jvbQ_6Bin7BaN4viKm0j192RAiZyPC1YuslwB_2tnluwpWmiIe6IOOlDtrR_9bn1o-ngM4bKtOZa3UHBHwWZqex87bz1D40roowfwYZQvuXdvgij/s1600-h/Mowing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334030518527566066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU1KAkzxzD4xceun0lnjYzrf2f0xZ6jvbQ_6Bin7BaN4viKm0j192RAiZyPC1YuslwB_2tnluwpWmiIe6IOOlDtrR_9bn1o-ngM4bKtOZa3UHBHwWZqex87bz1D40roowfwYZQvuXdvgij/s320/Mowing.jpg" border="0" /></a> Working hard.</div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-51996817108420026982009-05-07T21:21:00.002-05:002009-05-07T21:27:20.916-05:00Cuties!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPPeOVQGqcviJ35UI41GsdbLc9HaqQI26Ay70Fba0wddC_MdlSZ6BJJnN1YUdDthsZMAUbMK_JyIeg5r6rG4vHWandQCAC2KbvxzHW6FjtMVauywU4nHj6m5qJYYQ7nqqnBbfuMTT-zYMX/s1600-h/Playing+on+Bed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333272956989204418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPPeOVQGqcviJ35UI41GsdbLc9HaqQI26Ay70Fba0wddC_MdlSZ6BJJnN1YUdDthsZMAUbMK_JyIeg5r6rG4vHWandQCAC2KbvxzHW6FjtMVauywU4nHj6m5qJYYQ7nqqnBbfuMTT-zYMX/s320/Playing+on+Bed.jpg" border="0" /></a> She doesn't seem the least bit bothered by the fact that she just spit up all over her clothes and our bed does she? We weren't bothered either...she's too cute to get annoyed with. She soooo wants to crawl. She can get her knees up, just not at the same time as her arms. Maybe within the week?? Not that I'm rushing it...parenting just gets harder when they are mobile.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSbSHnnAZ8ODZ14XvCwEJZ0DG2DChZnIxT8ydS00C2FP7Z_dkDTaIpBT-GxyXDLt0sTNLv1_3LnpoA7oJ748M7MAnfmGrVT9fd21eVi3-K19HzyD_x2TkrLAiWs5qXZ2u3VoJQgs-mTiIK/s1600-h/Seaqorld+Cookie+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333272958296407090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSbSHnnAZ8ODZ14XvCwEJZ0DG2DChZnIxT8ydS00C2FP7Z_dkDTaIpBT-GxyXDLt0sTNLv1_3LnpoA7oJ748M7MAnfmGrVT9fd21eVi3-K19HzyD_x2TkrLAiWs5qXZ2u3VoJQgs-mTiIK/s320/Seaqorld+Cookie+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Luke, on the other hand, seriously hates messy hands. He wants you to wash sticky or dirty hands immediately. Apparently chocolate covered faces don't fall in the same category. He looked like this all day long at Sea World last weekend because I forgot wipes! A walking advertisement for the Shamu chocolate dipped sugar cookies.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-80471811658320889252009-04-26T21:59:00.005-05:002009-04-26T22:27:43.716-05:00Friederich Park DayWhat's new? Well, Luke will only wear one pair of socks (unless they are dirty -- he accepts that excuse). If not dirty though it's the argyle Easter bright blue and green socks...no others will do. He wore them to church today with his shorts and pirate tee, he wears them most days. He's very attached. Also as a result of his blooming independent streak is "time out". We have a time out bench. Only thing is he continues to administer his own time outs...I don't think it is working as we'd like. He will just do something he knows he isn't supposed too, then walk over to the bench, hop up, tell me "2 minutes", and sit quietly waiting on me to come get him out. I could be wrong, but I'm afraid he isn't too distraught by time out.<br /><br />As for Sammy, she is afraid of the dark. Or so goes my theory. James thinks I'm crazy, but you can decide. Last weekend on Saturday night I decided I was going to stay in her room literally all night if needed to see what the issue was, because even after the ear tubes she continues to wake up every couple of hours and wouldn't go back to sleep on her own. I wondered if maybe it was a beep in her room or a light or something waking her up. So, I went to lay her down, which is normally fine. And she was fine. I did my little straightening up routine in her room and then started to leave, turned off the light, and she started crying. I turned the light back on and she stopped. So I left the light on and did the rest of the evening routine without a peep from her. So, I slept in my own bed...all night long. She hasn't needed me to help her get back to sleep since. The only thing different is the light. So, crazy or not, she gets the light on from now on (it's on a dimmer, so real low light).<br /><br />Last weekend we checked out this wilderness trail park. It is great because it has handicap trails (a.k.a. paved), so we can take the stroller and all stroll together. In the woods, but still in comfort. The rest of the pics are of that same day...just back at home.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkwpQB5JjUeDYdsGeem-vBWgM9EJ9hIQDGz3BkWUZ7kwJujc9uXltTXEVgIr0sDiAMNpSnVLGAUsnX7gNHQ-mgJwJR3qFJPoLW5i0a7JkZ5WaAWTQvGD_U2azgi1PWgaK20kdh_VP6kqop/s1600-h/Friedrich+Park+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329201782552635442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkwpQB5JjUeDYdsGeem-vBWgM9EJ9hIQDGz3BkWUZ7kwJujc9uXltTXEVgIr0sDiAMNpSnVLGAUsnX7gNHQ-mgJwJR3qFJPoLW5i0a7JkZ5WaAWTQvGD_U2azgi1PWgaK20kdh_VP6kqop/s320/Friedrich+Park+4.jpg" border="0" /></a> Quick picture op out of the stroller.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZXdJLDPvTbK9xmpQ7CGtbCkJ_1SL9JUspBmDzx5Sf30RR-uB_e0-l4qqY1tFsJdTzUtRXdtWkWw9-4HJmIlAC76l9eLy7E9lo4Fhl1lVHpXamJhRF7adgAHg9N8WDqOaYS9CoAjfuDuI/s1600-h/Friedrich+Park+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329201782925405106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZXdJLDPvTbK9xmpQ7CGtbCkJ_1SL9JUspBmDzx5Sf30RR-uB_e0-l4qqY1tFsJdTzUtRXdtWkWw9-4HJmIlAC76l9eLy7E9lo4Fhl1lVHpXamJhRF7adgAHg9N8WDqOaYS9CoAjfuDuI/s320/Friedrich+Park+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> But, she was happy either way...so long a she has some toys within reach. (And you are within sight...leave the room for 2 seconds and she is hollering at you! I have zero experience with separation anxiety, but am afraid that is about to change.)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLY31ywgxmvV8XKHiz2xzqcoM93TEe_EtmvYensHLKxcJeIgQHtDdr6wti6-0JdO8_9-r1e8yPRSdtGw1n2dj2k2-jedmEQ67avzLNPRwjR3Tw8gqMnIyj9W5tRkaWw75f1ksfhKdY1DRK/s1600-h/Friedrich+Park+10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329201755894497202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLY31ywgxmvV8XKHiz2xzqcoM93TEe_EtmvYensHLKxcJeIgQHtDdr6wti6-0JdO8_9-r1e8yPRSdtGw1n2dj2k2-jedmEQ67avzLNPRwjR3Tw8gqMnIyj9W5tRkaWw75f1ksfhKdY1DRK/s320/Friedrich+Park+10.jpg" border="0" /></a> The little man tired out on the way back. It was a workout on the way back for James.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdKwCzBtLdFUQicWPxKDv-d_5Talxvg9n10CstEg0MJPWyEWge6V0uH1E-0_R1Sagur77LTXUE6KzmKOn6_IRk9f2HuDSrgp4-PmSbtpyELhgP2TqDxsheuZF3x-ShoF9ZYPZDgsd9xln1/s1600-h/Friedrich+Park+9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329201299390082002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdKwCzBtLdFUQicWPxKDv-d_5Talxvg9n10CstEg0MJPWyEWge6V0uH1E-0_R1Sagur77LTXUE6KzmKOn6_IRk9f2HuDSrgp4-PmSbtpyELhgP2TqDxsheuZF3x-ShoF9ZYPZDgsd9xln1/s320/Friedrich+Park+9.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sticks, fascinating sticks.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyphenhyphen3r2-awUpdl1_YtrceGTV1Fpb4kHoH_64Rlf-nZ2L1_7MtsHR2DhwfUyCD3G_zhJMVLrCaMiPqIDUwjGtkXMRc8uAraYts-U6c0uXvbOgFWYLco8v5ruPNl9r7XUQCGsWUv1ALhYBmz9/s1600-h/Friedrich+Park+8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329201294999202050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyphenhyphen3r2-awUpdl1_YtrceGTV1Fpb4kHoH_64Rlf-nZ2L1_7MtsHR2DhwfUyCD3G_zhJMVLrCaMiPqIDUwjGtkXMRc8uAraYts-U6c0uXvbOgFWYLco8v5ruPNl9r7XUQCGsWUv1ALhYBmz9/s320/Friedrich+Park+8.jpg" border="0" /></a> Walking the ledge, very cautiously. He is a cautious little guy. Dad had to actually leave the paved trail first before Luke would even consider it. He didn't particularly want to be up here either.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrWT_aYcBnaofLgPGf7H1FSzIu8uPRGB7Xkygnz-nITmfwVBDlPqANKVgJH4yk4mLoVDs_PDTrYUOL5osuahlMEZTUiciWIKMMbmeYwc5HA9ybSkSTchyphenhyphenbk2rVmztXkq7uLvX8d3yYGvh/s1600-h/Friedrich+Park+7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329201291717681506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrWT_aYcBnaofLgPGf7H1FSzIu8uPRGB7Xkygnz-nITmfwVBDlPqANKVgJH4yk4mLoVDs_PDTrYUOL5osuahlMEZTUiciWIKMMbmeYwc5HA9ybSkSTchyphenhyphenbk2rVmztXkq7uLvX8d3yYGvh/s320/Friedrich+Park+7.jpg" border="0" /></a> Tolerating yet another picture. No "cheese" left in him.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCHZfgHK3omGnfmN7uR0NL1ZpFo9GycWomGSQKNOKP9FpuuZ9A-XNTaRVQJY9pR9_b8R7MLgU7mXYucutkvTefR_Vpbu8SHrqL2wk3grVgXzAs9Are6ABhSEu_QuZlx2KWEX8-FdfDiode/s1600-h/Friedrich+Park+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329201289470843602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCHZfgHK3omGnfmN7uR0NL1ZpFo9GycWomGSQKNOKP9FpuuZ9A-XNTaRVQJY9pR9_b8R7MLgU7mXYucutkvTefR_Vpbu8SHrqL2wk3grVgXzAs9Are6ABhSEu_QuZlx2KWEX8-FdfDiode/s320/Friedrich+Park+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Rocks...even better than sticks.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqqtr2rwIdXa2G-E41q5ymLG1gxT0cwq1kMejx8skP6-BBy3k2AmAXAADoX0GwrgmfwyDzaXeX_NVyal2m4rBTvYf8tFPrT_CctJRZZNJYgAyRVg1xKvYxwGS64el1eCenG-OHrkDGTnQu/s1600-h/Friedrich+Park+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329201284310983138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqqtr2rwIdXa2G-E41q5ymLG1gxT0cwq1kMejx8skP6-BBy3k2AmAXAADoX0GwrgmfwyDzaXeX_NVyal2m4rBTvYf8tFPrT_CctJRZZNJYgAyRVg1xKvYxwGS64el1eCenG-OHrkDGTnQu/s320/Friedrich+Park+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Both kiddos enjoying the sunshine shining through the trees.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-rZIefYm8r7dAv279hw4hJVyllCmuDQsEi5nsBIU5lgKaah0GL6yo4k8GRHPdHMi2TK1H2MaMYZFq0UMPK-YBicLg5BVVoSJ-u6SarGefuZWOHWRuggw0Ex-XkFGgTLOjH1o5Sa3traLG/s1600-h/Sloppy+Eater+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329202322659485890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-rZIefYm8r7dAv279hw4hJVyllCmuDQsEi5nsBIU5lgKaah0GL6yo4k8GRHPdHMi2TK1H2MaMYZFq0UMPK-YBicLg5BVVoSJ-u6SarGefuZWOHWRuggw0Ex-XkFGgTLOjH1o5Sa3traLG/s320/Sloppy+Eater+4.jpg" border="0" /></a> Our super sloppy eater. I think she got this trait from the Anderson side of the family. She takes a bite and then does the raspberry spit. She thinks it's hilarious, Luke thinks it's hilarious, James just shakes his head, and I get the clean up.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3s3b1nk9uHPZm7meshSumMQ5SEskG9rr31cGU8DcDApw_ZqPVQup-gEYVTF6B_M59RPX5x_B6b-UT0WyFZLcrkVzkZZCuRFWADduUR4zHsAXshLUwGr6CfYwl9BXip6FPnY5pCTyBit6m/s1600-h/Sloppy+Eater.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329202317132471106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3s3b1nk9uHPZm7meshSumMQ5SEskG9rr31cGU8DcDApw_ZqPVQup-gEYVTF6B_M59RPX5x_B6b-UT0WyFZLcrkVzkZZCuRFWADduUR4zHsAXshLUwGr6CfYwl9BXip6FPnY5pCTyBit6m/s320/Sloppy+Eater.jpg" border="0" /></a> See, I told you she thinks she's funny.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8flhqCl-4aIL_05unaGgF61jzWb06kAyItSwSRupVHlJX1IGTlqI0VzEx3iqm7ofX5JtKtMVr4QPQvCkijrAmnotDOGKydnt3NaxuPg5Jpup4jjcIkcr6RV__OtnRIyoFu8K5DqJyJ-5o/s1600-h/Playing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329202317745510962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8flhqCl-4aIL_05unaGgF61jzWb06kAyItSwSRupVHlJX1IGTlqI0VzEx3iqm7ofX5JtKtMVr4QPQvCkijrAmnotDOGKydnt3NaxuPg5Jpup4jjcIkcr6RV__OtnRIyoFu8K5DqJyJ-5o/s320/Playing.jpg" border="0" /></a> Our little man, who by the way can say "Go Huskers" and "Roll Tide" fluently now.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJZE18ZhfY1D0sbe-1mOvhbucas7Jogfe7lmOVUHaBumcDQGFCBc8BtXyZ2VakwPRUdgu7vwar6Bayl2f6k13zC0-PMNgPWh39o4hlqMh3d4_3ubJFTq2MHwAEphKxZqeeAOBdG5_c_sD/s1600-h/Playing+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329202313563396178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJZE18ZhfY1D0sbe-1mOvhbucas7Jogfe7lmOVUHaBumcDQGFCBc8BtXyZ2VakwPRUdgu7vwar6Bayl2f6k13zC0-PMNgPWh39o4hlqMh3d4_3ubJFTq2MHwAEphKxZqeeAOBdG5_c_sD/s320/Playing+2.jpg" border="0" /></a>We are working on it with her. If not her first words, then shortly after "DaDa" and "MaMa" it'll be the football chants.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnx2h92wujwfD_ozyJJQ2dbla0JkuoV0BUvyKWWfIbWiGHVtLKD4WJ58dAVEbLf-P7C8I9W31bpbDU2doWOpxaj1VRBnwYf8Bz8URwKN8KQYV7ieHH3o5CvcYdG8lOsJvwrFctKuBxdxOx/s1600-h/Playing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329202312925303634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnx2h92wujwfD_ozyJJQ2dbla0JkuoV0BUvyKWWfIbWiGHVtLKD4WJ58dAVEbLf-P7C8I9W31bpbDU2doWOpxaj1VRBnwYf8Bz8URwKN8KQYV7ieHH3o5CvcYdG8lOsJvwrFctKuBxdxOx/s320/Playing.jpg" border="0" /></a> Did you know they came this cute?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM7-1SORPY9imxSX_8AMry1qLXTQs884ZghOLBgDW9qhktWQzbsFd1KbQOpiQq2MHP0IbMIEeW-E-L3XR_uSYKYj4dZ5djCEQ6i2jApdtL8gmAqXEEWc_NABvKEyZMVwzytmt3-H92RvrW/s1600-h/Playing+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329201788263463330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM7-1SORPY9imxSX_8AMry1qLXTQs884ZghOLBgDW9qhktWQzbsFd1KbQOpiQq2MHP0IbMIEeW-E-L3XR_uSYKYj4dZ5djCEQ6i2jApdtL8gmAqXEEWc_NABvKEyZMVwzytmt3-H92RvrW/s320/Playing+3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Luke is starting to enjoy playing with her a little. He's pretty loving...when he wants to be. She loves it when he plays with her too, until he pushes her over which he thinks is hilarious.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyrVEkGlHpf060p-f0qIas9FjY3UD6NJLp_siqd-kG51XprIUugEpMYsPE01JTV9SiY4nBZgjNAfiFITpDx3Lm_9ioCym2Tw__v9uMOM4EyioYwbFgAZnAqFrwfEkuCcTmv7CJbIBU18VV/s1600-h/Playing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329201788054078546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyrVEkGlHpf060p-f0qIas9FjY3UD6NJLp_siqd-kG51XprIUugEpMYsPE01JTV9SiY4nBZgjNAfiFITpDx3Lm_9ioCym2Tw__v9uMOM4EyioYwbFgAZnAqFrwfEkuCcTmv7CJbIBU18VV/s320/Playing.jpg" border="0" /></a> Don't know if you can tell, but amidst all the toy options, here is Luke attempting to pour his juice down an old toilet paper roll. Who needs Toys R Us, we have trash.<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-14802324203732949762009-04-18T10:38:00.005-05:002009-04-18T10:56:25.596-05:00Easter '09<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYTIIwcXpcHAHFw5JC6NEje0UyAjONWBXw86I1fyhqRdhTkMC0nPY7MkY9FUdZoJnwXRGU0NtnZwD9Plahfq7d1BsSMUwURFHnx1zukqNbZN7qUzUMLsI0ptT3evQHFEvK4FrimduCkMe5/s1600-h/with+Easter+Bunny.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326057870072415778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYTIIwcXpcHAHFw5JC6NEje0UyAjONWBXw86I1fyhqRdhTkMC0nPY7MkY9FUdZoJnwXRGU0NtnZwD9Plahfq7d1BsSMUwURFHnx1zukqNbZN7qUzUMLsI0ptT3evQHFEvK4FrimduCkMe5/s320/with+Easter+Bunny.jpg" border="0" /></a> With Easter Bunny at the after-church party. He tolerated the Easter bunny, but preferred the petting zoo's goose.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIbEFg0yRLeNAbJST2wi95GS0D7OlVL36UgVxNpJMaQ66ImusLM4z_cqZX5_riJ03zCVKVOdsbqJMyew0l7Uhcxk7NxH-tJ4hMQXSS_dxteXfa4HkSWhY23xpoYPyllynBPu-z0Y8jVuEH/s1600-h/Mom's+Shoes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326057873929634802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIbEFg0yRLeNAbJST2wi95GS0D7OlVL36UgVxNpJMaQ66ImusLM4z_cqZX5_riJ03zCVKVOdsbqJMyew0l7Uhcxk7NxH-tJ4hMQXSS_dxteXfa4HkSWhY23xpoYPyllynBPu-z0Y8jVuEH/s320/Mom's+Shoes.jpg" border="0" /></a> Taking pictures, a favorite pastime. Only thing is he can't move too fast in mom's shoes.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM6MvG48WCLGAAqmfT6LUFd3KAyiiyYktFt6KoxTMWP4eWIiGIGRA0lxcKaviTTxqgcQMgRu8rARnLDBKcfdxr17g-p_xptIsc9M83965yJojDkvnDfWARr_ltJH_86iDJeMz91iBjhsdy/s1600-h/Egg+Hunt+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326057868262530114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM6MvG48WCLGAAqmfT6LUFd3KAyiiyYktFt6KoxTMWP4eWIiGIGRA0lxcKaviTTxqgcQMgRu8rARnLDBKcfdxr17g-p_xptIsc9M83965yJojDkvnDfWARr_ltJH_86iDJeMz91iBjhsdy/s320/Egg+Hunt+5.jpg" border="0" /></a> So, now what do I do with this?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr69kPlYRxqlvQylZbbp7msVeU9eTPwvIiR4d5BvmhrfSNpk0-BwBalJptsKvJn6l14oEdBuHDO1G0aibuWpv7SDLIB8cg313aotiRCldcw2sM0BkdbaWfv252vw1HzFs-74i7IT_Bu7za/s1600-h/Egg+Hunt+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326057867001128130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr69kPlYRxqlvQylZbbp7msVeU9eTPwvIiR4d5BvmhrfSNpk0-BwBalJptsKvJn6l14oEdBuHDO1G0aibuWpv7SDLIB8cg313aotiRCldcw2sM0BkdbaWfv252vw1HzFs-74i7IT_Bu7za/s320/Egg+Hunt+3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Found one! He took right to the Easter egg hunt. I wanted to do some trial runs the Saturday before, but it rained us out. So, I was a little worried, as usual without evidence to back up the worry. He had no problem. James showed him the ropes and he was off. I think he ended up with 7 total!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQbO8FbyfhIuj5OuiLAICiiJIvBfEnGT2WlPgUqgw7-EA3_wPTPRBbz3dtitNNMNUJEYTpxHBipo_WtckKm5tb_HDwE1U9N2HQlf4tw7GNcEtWW8Mg83-vMIPCZuKd3TwBnPbw7BY-4gBY/s1600-h/Egg+Hunt+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326057285663268882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQbO8FbyfhIuj5OuiLAICiiJIvBfEnGT2WlPgUqgw7-EA3_wPTPRBbz3dtitNNMNUJEYTpxHBipo_WtckKm5tb_HDwE1U9N2HQlf4tw7GNcEtWW8Mg83-vMIPCZuKd3TwBnPbw7BY-4gBY/s320/Egg+Hunt+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Increasing the bounty.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7pZmXdPkte9Br2Ajq_ovJ8HJbbn9UmM1Ve7AHzfVW0lJvgrRHvyK88Ea-XTCfGn8qiDblOawkWeInH0aRY0T7qS5_3Sg_qn2BkgYoenlSqdhcfWSWFEsZ1znrbLCzhvKVVfm0l-MWyp9v/s1600-h/Easter+at+Church+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326057281422102770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7pZmXdPkte9Br2Ajq_ovJ8HJbbn9UmM1Ve7AHzfVW0lJvgrRHvyK88Ea-XTCfGn8qiDblOawkWeInH0aRY0T7qS5_3Sg_qn2BkgYoenlSqdhcfWSWFEsZ1znrbLCzhvKVVfm0l-MWyp9v/s320/Easter+at+Church+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Just arriving at church. He won't take the time to get his backpack off...straight for the toys. He loves church. He asks me every single night when I'm putting him to bed if church is tomorrow. Saturday nights are a little tricky. I tell him we'll have to wait and see whether it is or else he'll be up at 5 ready to go! So, not lying, just not answering the question completely...a politician's tactic.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGa1lWcZGHYDIg9NvxoXSXVDJs8XJEBuR6qkJlpEm8ve7NRDqI_kJgODl-O54ycJwx13eAJTraCLCWHNZhh5ldrT8dnKC1SEjaCNjGCtsvmCXrToAnx29HbRGdK7cTrr-VLYeoO3maMr9/s1600-h/Swinging.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326057280786345074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGa1lWcZGHYDIg9NvxoXSXVDJs8XJEBuR6qkJlpEm8ve7NRDqI_kJgODl-O54ycJwx13eAJTraCLCWHNZhh5ldrT8dnKC1SEjaCNjGCtsvmCXrToAnx29HbRGdK7cTrr-VLYeoO3maMr9/s320/Swinging.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sammy on Easter, watching the second, backyard Easter egg hunt. One wasn't enough for the little man. "Hide egg! Hide egg!" -- the chant of the week.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQlT3vZmDLUEzBMlQAUmRQVTxYAlUdQIh2pLoa9p0pOppbn9nAlmDfQoqeR6n30BS6ASTHqzchBvyF98_0JN0Ojmz_qRLRuZmPoQaXNJIVAGhyAe8aKpFfx1mpAiTgjhmwPlLD8wwWKQF/s1600-h/Sam+Up+Close.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326057273829886546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQlT3vZmDLUEzBMlQAUmRQVTxYAlUdQIh2pLoa9p0pOppbn9nAlmDfQoqeR6n30BS6ASTHqzchBvyF98_0JN0Ojmz_qRLRuZmPoQaXNJIVAGhyAe8aKpFfx1mpAiTgjhmwPlLD8wwWKQF/s320/Sam+Up+Close.jpg" border="0" /></a>Easter morning just before getting her fancy pants on.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0JdhqSL9tzdEQck-5O5gPQTdkGiXJfzGW9qA4aH6xWBh12PTjnZxp0Dz0dvgNbuIjMDPn39i2biMZIff1QjTPJ1fRxFoGqvnatmiMhbeSnTYGPciH1jw-nt-KskamZkRy6RsfRz7m7IRu/s1600-h/On+Couch+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326057272984377874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0JdhqSL9tzdEQck-5O5gPQTdkGiXJfzGW9qA4aH6xWBh12PTjnZxp0Dz0dvgNbuIjMDPn39i2biMZIff1QjTPJ1fRxFoGqvnatmiMhbeSnTYGPciH1jw-nt-KskamZkRy6RsfRz7m7IRu/s320/On+Couch+3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Day before Easter sitting on the couch...smiling...pretty, pretty girl!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC8VPLlFkcNKFXfUmg0m187dmSu_lv1xJ15zFLj-laZ1uItMvr3w_bUEWEDKQryw7S6R26y14i-FgR3CE-scSMllBLTpw-KjFJddApEyDurhiWGOOvTV-bOAKDWcy28JGyvR9uJjfvr7Nz/s1600-h/In+stroller.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326056808367558642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC8VPLlFkcNKFXfUmg0m187dmSu_lv1xJ15zFLj-laZ1uItMvr3w_bUEWEDKQryw7S6R26y14i-FgR3CE-scSMllBLTpw-KjFJddApEyDurhiWGOOvTV-bOAKDWcy28JGyvR9uJjfvr7Nz/s320/In+stroller.jpg" border="0" /></a>Easter overload. This is what Sam did during the big Eater party. No petting zoo, no egg hunt, no bouncy air jump, no lunch...she didn't even last through from the parking lot to the pavilion.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFv0nlTQahQ23BQusu65nkvJQ9gudRtT2-dOwz8IB35MKMyeEKQDsFv1ds9EAIo41Iz6G6vQW9ShAPLiB1DtlVsFirWJRCwIjcpdUaZjsZxG1TU_7qeNPqV09RFsFR7RuUbQ3rmfET_iBe/s1600-h/Easter+Shot+10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326056805792917682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFv0nlTQahQ23BQusu65nkvJQ9gudRtT2-dOwz8IB35MKMyeEKQDsFv1ds9EAIo41Iz6G6vQW9ShAPLiB1DtlVsFirWJRCwIjcpdUaZjsZxG1TU_7qeNPqV09RFsFR7RuUbQ3rmfET_iBe/s320/Easter+Shot+10.jpg" border="0" /></a>But, she revived shortly after arriving home and dug into her Easter basket for the chicken.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_fqbSDU_mIj9FYmxsGQoe0Sbqps1FOfuQbBbOOZ14DKogiABKd0exIMV4t73z-ymXsO7qphWUzpOUNYlfp54PMGvcNfBajwpnCRmiETDbH_uztsh7xhmoom1Gr_-CZsFdq4L06Fgm79iH/s1600-h/Easter+Shot+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326056804519707954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_fqbSDU_mIj9FYmxsGQoe0Sbqps1FOfuQbBbOOZ14DKogiABKd0exIMV4t73z-ymXsO7qphWUzpOUNYlfp54PMGvcNfBajwpnCRmiETDbH_uztsh7xhmoom1Gr_-CZsFdq4L06Fgm79iH/s320/Easter+Shot+4.jpg" border="0" /></a> And bunny.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYIdaWeaVyqHxW8pnWHtrd7f8ND5xJEWwAaxYM923HJKuw7Z6JSw7Z4UuMW-X16T8upPMZ2WJylh6amiDmssolGXXNqVZ1-Ut27zAKeLj4NMSU58mlxbcDosqd1g3J0oQAL4O-__HKMrYC/s1600-h/at+church.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326056796674725538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYIdaWeaVyqHxW8pnWHtrd7f8ND5xJEWwAaxYM923HJKuw7Z6JSw7Z4UuMW-X16T8upPMZ2WJylh6amiDmssolGXXNqVZ1-Ut27zAKeLj4NMSU58mlxbcDosqd1g3J0oQAL4O-__HKMrYC/s320/at+church.jpg" border="0" /></a>At church. Dresses don't stop her.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5_Ki4E-An7V74eVTFmGb27udGDDAhWzSTU5GRm75oWWm_FtCe0BL8R6QZZ3tyeV_DERbCShwR12SmUDt13BLqxdtmvwM9Aa44TiM9cwurZ3dwMmdYKFNZkJn2CCVqYiORtzJkSjN-1IR/s1600-h/In+Luke%27s+Crib.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326056793774967730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5_Ki4E-An7V74eVTFmGb27udGDDAhWzSTU5GRm75oWWm_FtCe0BL8R6QZZ3tyeV_DERbCShwR12SmUDt13BLqxdtmvwM9Aa44TiM9cwurZ3dwMmdYKFNZkJn2CCVqYiORtzJkSjN-1IR/s320/In+Luke%27s+Crib.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sam helping get brother up from nap.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604656975042607596.post-34497290068116393952009-04-07T20:50:00.004-05:002009-04-07T20:55:59.965-05:00Don Juan<div align="center">I came home the other day to find a little Don Juan visiting! Luke and Noni (a.k.a. Sandra) both donned mustaches. He was very proud of his mustache and wouldn't let Sandra wash it off until after I had seen it. And I'm so glad, he was cute!<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5oWtIX3nYgFjgQpamFxQddb7DiFLyWA91IYCNDVz0xsmZOUscsmT2F0538DllDDtWpQC4FigMEk_X4UG5nlahKSGm6N0Nkhe94cyNheH7pPdzAAFxQ9ordzEmZK5hCPQ9utUmwa-dPPWY/s1600-h/Mustache2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322132625285024066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5oWtIX3nYgFjgQpamFxQddb7DiFLyWA91IYCNDVz0xsmZOUscsmT2F0538DllDDtWpQC4FigMEk_X4UG5nlahKSGm6N0Nkhe94cyNheH7pPdzAAFxQ9ordzEmZK5hCPQ9utUmwa-dPPWY/s320/Mustache2.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>The ladies swoon.<br /><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh85kZWsnAMIN6MmGxBmXJhJqEnfyrMtuy2bDLfYqkRBiOreOs7YNRJuvw5wlteokuyR7T8mYTivulUB0oelcDuZjLZAWWoEtFfw5MF8rZJrCHVDO49RslBCoknquV7vu1TZRc0aAKrw-rw/s1600-h/mustache+with+Noni.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322132630261554290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh85kZWsnAMIN6MmGxBmXJhJqEnfyrMtuy2bDLfYqkRBiOreOs7YNRJuvw5wlteokuyR7T8mYTivulUB0oelcDuZjLZAWWoEtFfw5MF8rZJrCHVDO49RslBCoknquV7vu1TZRc0aAKrw-rw/s320/mustache+with+Noni.jpg" border="0" /></a> Who started it anyway?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWGX8uvAwj6achPvlLW7MCdRempEG0zuizylksBHj4SBizGu7QjjzJqtUORPQfkD-eNSjq0yw6aJ9bEcum9pqKm4TLBzi2FD33GZ7Bxwwi41PqnvFcsCWMtgWpATKqsorxd21udnaWn_K/s1600-h/Luke+and+Nori+at+Park.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322132628983656466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWGX8uvAwj6achPvlLW7MCdRempEG0zuizylksBHj4SBizGu7QjjzJqtUORPQfkD-eNSjq0yw6aJ9bEcum9pqKm4TLBzi2FD33GZ7Bxwwi41PqnvFcsCWMtgWpATKqsorxd21udnaWn_K/s320/Luke+and+Nori+at+Park.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><p align="center">Luke at the park with Nori (over in the right hand corner avoiding the camera -- she hates pictures!). </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1