tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45368155301951604362024-03-12T21:52:44.878-07:00martineau madness...because everyone could use a little insanity now and then...Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-22106523127238184452010-05-27T07:31:00.001-07:002010-05-27T08:23:36.248-07:00A Sad Day For Sam's MomWell,then. It's been a while since I posted multiple pictures and I forgot the rules of selecting them in opposite order of how you want them. So, the bottom pic is first in chronological order.<br /><br />Yesterday was a big day for Sam. It was his very last day of being a preschooler. Which, and this is the sad part for the mom, means he's a Kindergartner.<br /><br />Sam's first day of preschool, and the following weeks, were rough for my little man. This is a little boy who never fully realized Nursery and the fun that could be had there. He much preferred the company of his parents and only started to go, without the teachers bringing me a tantrum throwing child, when he turned 3. He got 6 months of Nursery time. He started preschool just 3 months after he turned three, which meant separation anxiety was in full throttle and I had a broken heart leaving a sobbing child to Miss Patti's fabulous care. After a few weeks of this, it got better, but he still needed 3 hugs and three kisses before I could go and then he'd run to the window to watch me and make sure I signed "I love you" to him.<br /><br />What a difference a year makes. this year, he could care less for my proximity to him. He runs from the car to the door of preschool, sometimes without so much as a "Bye, Mom!", or "Love ya, Mom!" or "I need a 3 hugs and 3 kisses." He doesn't watch for me to sign "I love you" to him. He's far to busy with his friends and Miss Patti...or kissing the "prettiest girl in class", Tess. Yeah, that's right. I'm already freaking out about later years.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw1hS7ykcJDssbmzrhh9NNlby7OtrVZ_WtUvgFVBmaYH99gykDFP34MOWYc3SIuC_UKjnF6GvoatUMRrOPEGiLRouJ0koej_mqc92le_IWWF55b7Ex4i_OLc8zWZwLWbeMSRvId091eJBz/s1600/Sam's+Cowboy+Day+9-09+017.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475961066452686082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw1hS7ykcJDssbmzrhh9NNlby7OtrVZ_WtUvgFVBmaYH99gykDFP34MOWYc3SIuC_UKjnF6GvoatUMRrOPEGiLRouJ0koej_mqc92le_IWWF55b7Ex4i_OLc8zWZwLWbeMSRvId091eJBz/s320/Sam's+Cowboy+Day+9-09+017.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">Sam and Miss Patti on Cowboy day, 2009</span></div><br />You know what I'll miss the most? The time I have with him in the car, just after preschool. The boy cracks me up with his craziness anyways, but sometimes, the things he'd tell me about what he learned kept me smiling ALL day long. <br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtkAy7d27NCJutrVi1tBEhMI-j-w4TPJqKhrn-q4DmR_pPhUj4tB08QhVrLGxCRZUg93cFv1aBD2U2HDVCEBa-fp_NCm1-AZu1YRkOsQQ5_iChEOU-setohSB0ACcFs5g_Tm6ngGuNaFti/s1600/Sam's+first+day+of+preschool+2009+006.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475961055133288594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtkAy7d27NCJutrVi1tBEhMI-j-w4TPJqKhrn-q4DmR_pPhUj4tB08QhVrLGxCRZUg93cFv1aBD2U2HDVCEBa-fp_NCm1-AZu1YRkOsQQ5_iChEOU-setohSB0ACcFs5g_Tm6ngGuNaFti/s320/Sam's+first+day+of+preschool+2009+006.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> First day of school, 2009...yep, he's my handsomest Sam<br /></span><br /><div align="left">One day, Sam got in the car and I asked him what he learned about. "Giraffes" was his reply. "Oh, cool. What do they do?", I asked. His response, and it really shows you what he's most interested in, "they go down, bend down to get a drink of water. And the an alligator CHOMPS OFF HIS NECK!" So, of all the wonderful things Miss Patti told him about giraffes, THIS is what he gets from it. What a boy!</div><div align="left"> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt6xhXlAJhITvDiIAHsrRQbpl4gdNYiGAxmxfvdD1JMr2hdgl_RYTz9vWAcDrhWTFb1GBfOlFUVF2zwXRn1FybGvZp12ej_WZXGUkw8w0bj95KF8QueSYAqtZozk5GgDEl3d3BDQDG5I1v/s1600/SAm's+Preschool+Pics+4-09+006.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475961047423471810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt6xhXlAJhITvDiIAHsrRQbpl4gdNYiGAxmxfvdD1JMr2hdgl_RYTz9vWAcDrhWTFb1GBfOlFUVF2zwXRn1FybGvZp12ej_WZXGUkw8w0bj95KF8QueSYAqtZozk5GgDEl3d3BDQDG5I1v/s320/SAm's+Preschool+Pics+4-09+006.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Drawing with an orange marker...not surprising<br /></span><br />I also love the songs he sings. Although, I can never let him know I'm listening. Just after his first program, for the three year old class, Miss Patti was SO happy that he sang. He never sings at rug time, she told me. Well, he sings all day long at home! A few weeks ago, he was sitting at the table eating lunch. He looked up at me and said, "If you bet your bottom dollar, there will be sun." And then when back to eating. "Annie" songs are always good to learn.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-WCmwyH3uj6Vv1sHC7pT6lhDb7-3DJg-lnzb5U_cu2R71jADiYl9NQ561qPcZukUJVdCu9KJrbJKO7WSJVNPuAyNUaFjEKwka5TiWq2gtNzVW2y2kib2nMfQiriWOIFLrt5_hNYlKQ3Ba/s1600/Fall+2008+Halloween+Sam+Preschool+053.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475961037699016914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-WCmwyH3uj6Vv1sHC7pT6lhDb7-3DJg-lnzb5U_cu2R71jADiYl9NQ561qPcZukUJVdCu9KJrbJKO7WSJVNPuAyNUaFjEKwka5TiWq2gtNzVW2y2kib2nMfQiriWOIFLrt5_hNYlKQ3Ba/s320/Fall+2008+Halloween+Sam+Preschool+053.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Cowboy Day </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">2008</span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">They learned a song about lying in class a while back. It's one of my favorite songs to tease him about. One day, while we were riding in the car with the whole family, Aaron was telling me about the side effects of an herbal pill he took. His face was red and hot, he was felt like his head was going to explode, those sorts of wonderful things. Sam asked from the back seat "Did you tell a lie, Dad?" Because in the song it says "Your face gets hot and turns bright red, da duh. And your heart will start to thump in your throat will get a lump." </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475961029446190530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4z9NiCnTSeyyfjUjbcvf36r_v8TxchUQWtl7UA9EShE0ZAVU4fgYQnaoNxryYeWW-itejAAGkw6uSfqLLT4OFgsWVqew6TdP0FFWRLWDkNXeYdu5kXq3BfnMc0onrrl877gowG0YJBLA/s320/August+2008+Liv+and+Sam+first+day+of+school+048.jpg" /><span style="font-size:78%;">First day of preschool, 2008</span><br /><br /><br />I love Miss Patti. She loves the kids in her classes. One day, I won't have any more little kids to send to her class. That will be a sad day for me. That day is not here yet. Emerson starts in the Fall!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div></div>Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-56623432121303799752010-05-20T18:57:00.000-07:002010-05-20T19:07:00.756-07:00I'm Back...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVEizjovAa-e-Wq5f81GKsY1l4kNM3nYdFJZHqW9MRk7fhb6EPzC5eJw73BfzX8BqXtFWvkWbBi2mdwTSBS3QqjZbSoNznwnYL6zsXBALB5MlmNv1yfvhyphenhyphenpUJbNRAEgTVT9caO5HzD5_eN/s1600/Family+Pic+11-09.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473538744794823730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVEizjovAa-e-Wq5f81GKsY1l4kNM3nYdFJZHqW9MRk7fhb6EPzC5eJw73BfzX8BqXtFWvkWbBi2mdwTSBS3QqjZbSoNznwnYL6zsXBALB5MlmNv1yfvhyphenhyphenpUJbNRAEgTVT9caO5HzD5_eN/s400/Family+Pic+11-09.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I know, I know. You missed me like mad! Truth be told, I missed me, too! For now, this post, the news is: I am in my own space. I don't feel like I'm in anyone's way, in anyone's hair, or on anyone's nerves...besides, of course, my children...but it's my job to be on their nerves, right? I do love and adore my kids...more than I have in a little over a year...yep, it feels good to like my family and not feel like I have to micro manage their every move to keep them outta trouble.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I'll write more soon...</div>Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-40304292244830684052009-06-16T13:48:00.000-07:002009-06-16T14:14:16.691-07:00ORANGE you glad we have Sam?<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5BsYA_HdXJodbg0o4Xm5Xtz5IkwpcAgM2V1lUdseotFdJRy5eQRyZGJx078xoon8xD2N_N7ElqumqVa3Bjtv6oARKE70CjDBXEigcKlZh8IbOWjr2H1b8ikuHAqajTggFY83O6N_00IfX/s1600-h/Sam's+%234+Birthday+2009.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5BsYA_HdXJodbg0o4Xm5Xtz5IkwpcAgM2V1lUdseotFdJRy5eQRyZGJx078xoon8xD2N_N7ElqumqVa3Bjtv6oARKE70CjDBXEigcKlZh8IbOWjr2H1b8ikuHAqajTggFY83O6N_00IfX/s400/Sam's+%234+Birthday+2009.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>What a bad mommy! It's been over a week since Sam's birthday and I haven't blogged. Well, he'll have middle child syndrome for sure! Sam loves two things more than anything else in the world right now: balloons and the color orange. So we had lots of balloons around and, of course, lots of orange! I tried to think of a bunch of orange foods and came up with a few that went well with the only things Sam wanted for his dinner (hot dogs and watermelon). We even tried to wear orange. </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWpIyi43XLUOy-iB_ReahA1ZQv_xL1gH1DtV-TF6f84vdU4gJlNBwsBsVmJZnx8ZvM7UgmFG25SspkYBFyq_Y-aIqunvs1UWWisSxrPlBwiKFSAMzi5_DX9T7drrz4gBHhF393K5U-JpzW/s1600-h/Sam's+%234+Birthday+20091.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWpIyi43XLUOy-iB_ReahA1ZQv_xL1gH1DtV-TF6f84vdU4gJlNBwsBsVmJZnx8ZvM7UgmFG25SspkYBFyq_Y-aIqunvs1UWWisSxrPlBwiKFSAMzi5_DX9T7drrz4gBHhF393K5U-JpzW/s400/Sam's+%234+Birthday+20091.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p>Here's just a few pictures from the party. I think the kids had fun. There was a treasure hunt that ended in the attic.</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrnzbUQICn0skMdEcWC8wL9u47cnbd6OkrUC4EtGfIZJKH-PvnDV6axcb4QWjBDpbbBRcdxpGKiNdomS6rBr33c_BmSp5P6R7bxRIeVDQ3tsHhbu8Bo959b7q6KCgC55iJzfPYwpVmk_7O/s1600-h/Random+Martineau+house+events+6-09+010.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrnzbUQICn0skMdEcWC8wL9u47cnbd6OkrUC4EtGfIZJKH-PvnDV6axcb4QWjBDpbbBRcdxpGKiNdomS6rBr33c_BmSp5P6R7bxRIeVDQ3tsHhbu8Bo959b7q6KCgC55iJzfPYwpVmk_7O/s400/Random+Martineau+house+events+6-09+010.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>Can I just say I think my boy is handsome? Some poor girl out there will be blinded by his dimples and dark eyes and not know what a troll he can be until it's too late!<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0cyULEjE857THUReZ0qkwUUWaU4Azn41b3xOSiRlq8xAPI4phAhZWAqjODiVv87HJvKk1PpjlHyG9xC0vBbsTlt0-Nvjc4YoNHXnfpNRRJSOMxs2YIPhJkw3p_fAQCsT8pkoUSxRPoHYQ/s1600-h/Easter+dresses+and+clothes+4-09+015.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0cyULEjE857THUReZ0qkwUUWaU4Azn41b3xOSiRlq8xAPI4phAhZWAqjODiVv87HJvKk1PpjlHyG9xC0vBbsTlt0-Nvjc4YoNHXnfpNRRJSOMxs2YIPhJkw3p_fAQCsT8pkoUSxRPoHYQ/s400/Easter+dresses+and+clothes+4-09+015.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Okay, here goes. It's the quintessential reason's I love Sam...</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:180%;">S</span>-Smile. He knows when to use it to his best advantage.</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:180%;">A</span>-Adventurous. Likes to think he's bigger than he is. It's scary.</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:180%;">M</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Momma's</span> boy. He'll grow out of it one day. But I'll take the cuddles now.</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:180%;">U</span>-Unpredictable. Just when I think I know what he's gonna do next....</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:180%;">E</span>-Energy. He has so much! I wish I could harness it to power the earth!</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:180%;">L</span>-Laugh. His laugh is SO cute. It makes me laugh.</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left">On a side note, had I blogged this earlier, I wouldn't be able to tell you these cute stories! Sam was being naughty. I asked him if he wanted me to whack his seat 3 times..."I four years old. I get four whacks!" And then, the other day, Austin was trying to get him to eat, "Just take one bite?" "No, I 4 years old. I eat 4 bites of potatoes!" He just doesn't get it! I love him!</div>Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-41718658994870167282009-06-03T09:32:00.000-07:002009-06-03T09:44:45.183-07:00To Sea World We Go!<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXNpgzLSzN2ZgKB5NLjGUJT7RkHBEB2dcHmF-yN8z5uBk58-nyDJhis8eLBATJU8daWOEElSspH9JCat38AvRecoW14OmTZOxaSJNDiVsrdeYL7Gctr4N0EFmEEJqgNSGaOvNsHs683xVc/s1600-h/Sea+World+4-17-09.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXNpgzLSzN2ZgKB5NLjGUJT7RkHBEB2dcHmF-yN8z5uBk58-nyDJhis8eLBATJU8daWOEElSspH9JCat38AvRecoW14OmTZOxaSJNDiVsrdeYL7Gctr4N0EFmEEJqgNSGaOvNsHs683xVc/s400/Sea+World+4-17-09.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center">Every time I come here I think I need to become a person that swims with Shamu. I guess Sea World has it's own magic. Not quite like Disneyland magic. More of a "Look what I could become" magic. Does that make sense?</p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj65E3Tt9h3A5HdE_a-OoCU_KrQzOGf1KzZGXmATzItiAfbP3XEplNf1GyVSJcDy2qALXRInENsput-AG6vOFerxb2HoaxmCwXPGgJMWIiZx5nlnYXdz7-DUo_pr0YjVmulRO6mgxfj4Qt_/s1600-h/Sea+World+4-17-091.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj65E3Tt9h3A5HdE_a-OoCU_KrQzOGf1KzZGXmATzItiAfbP3XEplNf1GyVSJcDy2qALXRInENsput-AG6vOFerxb2HoaxmCwXPGgJMWIiZx5nlnYXdz7-DUo_pr0YjVmulRO6mgxfj4Qt_/s400/Sea+World+4-17-091.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center">Some of Olive's favorite things: The dolphins. She was amazed at them. Watching them swim, being so close. She is a nature/animal lover. She was SO brave and rode "Atlantis" with me. She screamed in terror and this ride, too, made her "tweasy".</p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJheRnxiQpe10DmkwuVUY0kL-Uz26b8LRVxTu8DU4Tlr4q4AcagEg0VvRhyDmGG2PidBcgwaThqBvXOBO3MF1RlM5mLC_uC5my3m8HGSGk_enWPKSIkZwH9TeF3YPuC8rFsxoxxNXr4sZY/s1600-h/Sea+World+4-17-092.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJheRnxiQpe10DmkwuVUY0kL-Uz26b8LRVxTu8DU4Tlr4q4AcagEg0VvRhyDmGG2PidBcgwaThqBvXOBO3MF1RlM5mLC_uC5my3m8HGSGk_enWPKSIkZwH9TeF3YPuC8rFsxoxxNXr4sZY/s400/Sea+World+4-17-092.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center">Sam's faves: It was Brinnley. Hands down. (see upper left hand picture) Didn't matter what we were watching, as long as Brinnley was by him or, in some cases, holding hands as we walked. Brinnley is his favorite...and Parker, too.</p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ_k1WmIJSnuD-D2z65_Vpmwiam3B3zgIZNkiKpAJXNWpQNmmNBy5Np5i6ILNmX5UOPrX1ZIJWM5K9LInv1HYaiavpMJ5DMs6XoUKxQHpBcphhFbVqQQPh21sMAHsVsHWK773oRp-tyVz_/s1600-h/Sea+World+4-17-093.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ_k1WmIJSnuD-D2z65_Vpmwiam3B3zgIZNkiKpAJXNWpQNmmNBy5Np5i6ILNmX5UOPrX1ZIJWM5K9LInv1HYaiavpMJ5DMs6XoUKxQHpBcphhFbVqQQPh21sMAHsVsHWK773oRp-tyVz_/s400/Sea+World+4-17-093.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Emmers loved the Sesame Street area. She went on the Elmo ride with Fun Aunt Jen. She sat and watched things well enough. The Sesame Street 4 D thing was probably the thing that got the most response from her..."Oh, wook at dat!"</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://localhost:1917/46bd53c9731c6e5633392cdfc7a63a07/image/791e0fe92fcc6d59.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://localhost:1917/46bd53c9731c6e5633392cdfc7a63a07/image/791e0fe92fcc6d59.jpg?size=400" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center">Here's just a few fun Sea World moments. Petting the creepy looking Bat Rays, hanging with Nannie, chillin' with the cousins....good times!<br /></p>Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-61299611202539465532009-05-28T12:46:00.000-07:002009-05-28T13:11:06.405-07:00Back to the Vacay<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">On Wednesday night we drove to San Diego. The next morning we had another surprise for the kids....COUSINS! And Aunts, Uncles, and Grandparents...</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGh_Utv_4cRzj11HnYBw0YeC2T2AgB8ZDoK6T15YqiiLcTn95kf2jriBNgmuTUIvHIoFr2oIAaIhMH0XMb0rzL-Vfst_w_zVWbOU2Mrg2oE6smd1c8hcDuwDdtchTr4M5NYFnFkq0zTttY/s1600-h/Cabrillo,+Misson+Beach,+Dinner+at+the+hotel+4-16-09.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGh_Utv_4cRzj11HnYBw0YeC2T2AgB8ZDoK6T15YqiiLcTn95kf2jriBNgmuTUIvHIoFr2oIAaIhMH0XMb0rzL-Vfst_w_zVWbOU2Mrg2oE6smd1c8hcDuwDdtchTr4M5NYFnFkq0zTttY/s400/Cabrillo,+Misson+Beach,+Dinner+at+the+hotel+4-16-09.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center">A few of my sisters and their families had planned this portion of the trip and called to see if we wanted in. We planned Disneyland around this. Starting in the upper left hand corner: Jill, Justin (holding TJ-ers), Sadie, Megan, and Parker. Next pic: Marianne and Ferdie's family: Josh, Maizie, Mollie, Kenz. Center: Look familiar? Bottom left: Lindy and her kids: Bronco, Brady, Brinnley, and Taylor. Her husband, Jaret, joined us the next day. Last pic: My dad, mom, Haley, and Jen.<br /></p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-T4Z8_wRK6BG7qK95O-Eck-knr9eRWZyzZpnGRQVU2OO8iuBbmqOyIbbfWAd292TgbsFikfoFarRLFfTr6IsUI-i5p831sfXtKhGmqX1bOjL8Rdg1Zp0KIhp5xpdeTaSHUUKU5w40UsT/s1600-h/Cabrillo,+Misson+Beach,+Dinner+at+the+hotel+4-16-091.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-T4Z8_wRK6BG7qK95O-Eck-knr9eRWZyzZpnGRQVU2OO8iuBbmqOyIbbfWAd292TgbsFikfoFarRLFfTr6IsUI-i5p831sfXtKhGmqX1bOjL8Rdg1Zp0KIhp5xpdeTaSHUUKU5w40UsT/s400/Cabrillo,+Misson+Beach,+Dinner+at+the+hotel+4-16-091.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center">We met at their hotel for some breakfast and then headed to Cabrillo National Monument. The tide pools were so cool! Parker held a sea slug so Olivia could pet him. The kids had a great time here. We did lose Sam. He wandered off. In a place where the ocean and rocks and cliffs collide, my mommy heart was sick. I found him up on the cliff standing back in a patch of flowers. A man approached me when he knew I was the mom and told me Sam was wandering close to the edge. He could tell he was lost so he had him go stand in a high place where his parents could easily spot him. Thank heavens for nice strangers!</p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb6XbcPuA6vDEf656aEOYz06qIv7hyphenhyphenQcjHylNauuWztAdSdxXJiyuESiqkbnB5FXVRwQBQnzAXJ-GCvVP8PP5uzJL-fEkmq4V8ph50VuIsNx-595vN3MMNLgh9t3UdX1bjNRpHikVSR3s6/s1600-h/Cabrillo,+Misson+Beach,+Dinner+at+the+hotel+4-16-092.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb6XbcPuA6vDEf656aEOYz06qIv7hyphenhyphenQcjHylNauuWztAdSdxXJiyuESiqkbnB5FXVRwQBQnzAXJ-GCvVP8PP5uzJL-fEkmq4V8ph50VuIsNx-595vN3MMNLgh9t3UdX1bjNRpHikVSR3s6/s400/Cabrillo,+Misson+Beach,+Dinner+at+the+hotel+4-16-092.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center">After some time in the tide pools, we headed to see the light house. It was pretty cool. One side looked out over a Naval base {I think}. Anywho...there was a submarine coming up out of the water. It was cool to see. The view was amazing!</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_7DmWROsYLxGvA-QWos4xi4q1Lt841vfBPgo9EjrR4LHg-eRr6oDajniveZjLAFczq13_k0ZwbLrez-RZV-X6rJn_MIM4xDi31yr0UzZEEIUxmAStgP5dts3aHGuK6yFPxh9niJGVzZwX/s1600-h/Cabrillo,+Misson+Beach,+Dinner+at+the+hotel+4-16-094.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_7DmWROsYLxGvA-QWos4xi4q1Lt841vfBPgo9EjrR4LHg-eRr6oDajniveZjLAFczq13_k0ZwbLrez-RZV-X6rJn_MIM4xDi31yr0UzZEEIUxmAStgP5dts3aHGuK6yFPxh9niJGVzZwX/s400/Cabrillo,+Misson+Beach,+Dinner+at+the+hotel+4-16-094.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Then off to Mission Beach. The kids had no apprehension here. Straight into the water they ran. We buried Olivia and Meg in the sand and made them mermaids. Olivia still enjoyed "basking in the sun"...</p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLvRSAswd3vF2eDl2I1qSDbbSinNfRxcrhmzJ6uH77vTisX6Lp93NaSEYFhukUkpKbwVnLQx-RwwAHnAyxXO29Q5THvd0p2oMAmbYfi0kHEKmVPTn6Oz7GOOX6pIu6JjBOYl1J4mSGyF92/s1600-h/Cabrillo,+Misson+Beach,+Dinner+at+the+hotel+4-16-093.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLvRSAswd3vF2eDl2I1qSDbbSinNfRxcrhmzJ6uH77vTisX6Lp93NaSEYFhukUkpKbwVnLQx-RwwAHnAyxXO29Q5THvd0p2oMAmbYfi0kHEKmVPTn6Oz7GOOX6pIu6JjBOYl1J4mSGyF92/s400/Cabrillo,+Misson+Beach,+Dinner+at+the+hotel+4-16-093.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">This boy. I LOVE the middle picture of him. He had fun building sand mountains and cars with his dad. </div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikiFujIa6UA2R6fWiKhgiSExpTct2UbKSZDye_Bej2rHgFS5LQDoCsEqNzCW6DSaErqETo06NVag4nNtsrFlsCInLQfeE5iJBBWIBzlfSLWxWKBNwJxQS510tX8Echk29lYTKFRxOTBZml/s1600-h/Cabrillo,+Misson+Beach,+Dinner+at+the+hotel+4-16-095.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikiFujIa6UA2R6fWiKhgiSExpTct2UbKSZDye_Bej2rHgFS5LQDoCsEqNzCW6DSaErqETo06NVag4nNtsrFlsCInLQfeE5iJBBWIBzlfSLWxWKBNwJxQS510tX8Echk29lYTKFRxOTBZml/s400/Cabrillo,+Misson+Beach,+Dinner+at+the+hotel+4-16-095.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Emerson mostly slept. She woke up just as we were leaving the beach and just in time for one "awake" picture.<br /></p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig6RUDj8hPEvKFRDwOLHK32eSSBMEN8U9ijEXyu9X7IhJ3-w2aRwvtGLofblMbRSmREg-_BRBteWWvuhSz5S9Vz3prni3jRZaxmPHYmNkst0GiVyEQsJEx5LcXWafZFm_vyfaxeCMYq2t_/s1600-h/Cabrillo,+Misson+Beach,+Dinner+at+the+hotel+4-16-096.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig6RUDj8hPEvKFRDwOLHK32eSSBMEN8U9ijEXyu9X7IhJ3-w2aRwvtGLofblMbRSmREg-_BRBteWWvuhSz5S9Vz3prni3jRZaxmPHYmNkst0GiVyEQsJEx5LcXWafZFm_vyfaxeCMYq2t_/s400/Cabrillo,+Misson+Beach,+Dinner+at+the+hotel+4-16-096.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center">A few random/fun pics: Jen connecting with her inner self on the beach, Aaron and me, the grand sand sea turtle, and a pic of Aaron and kids.</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQM4nOBQMC62DOE1wfEjxkCfcxA244GAvw23OUUKF_HjFF2ZHlOitmYHlCdBPFEugx2StmjBzOxMAwr_UlNQy8qYYBTzvsN6N8hJb9gK_zSBWFylwnCGWEkYt5Cv-cTecD4lc71h3Cm6ld/s1600-h/Cabrillo,+Misson+Beach,+Dinner+at+the+hotel+4-16-097.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQM4nOBQMC62DOE1wfEjxkCfcxA244GAvw23OUUKF_HjFF2ZHlOitmYHlCdBPFEugx2StmjBzOxMAwr_UlNQy8qYYBTzvsN6N8hJb9gK_zSBWFylwnCGWEkYt5Cv-cTecD4lc71h3Cm6ld/s400/Cabrillo,+Misson+Beach,+Dinner+at+the+hotel+4-16-097.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Then it was to the hotel for dinner. Lindy and Jill were in charge this night! After a day in the ocean a nice warm home cooked meal was so nice!</div>Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-60966183136097577212009-05-25T08:42:00.000-07:002009-05-25T09:09:42.516-07:00Remembering...For the sake of Memorial Day....<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Grandfather Cowan</span>: I don't remember a whole lot about him. He died when I was really young. I remember the hospital bed in the front room. By the big window in the back of the living room. I remember singing "I am a Child of God" with all of the grandkids at his funeral. I remember thinking, when we sang the part about "rich blessings are in store", that it was like a can of Campell's soup...only Blessings soup. I think of him when I drive past farm land.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Grandpa Hurst</span>: "Ride a cock horsey to Bambury Cross, to see a fine lady upon a fine horse. Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, she will hear music where ever she goes! YEE-HAH!!" He used to chant that rhyme while giving us a ride on his foot (crossed over his knee so it would swing) then, at the end he would boost us on to his lap and generally give us a good ol' whisker rub. I remember his garden. I remember his fun wooden toys he built. I remember his marigold garden. I celebrate him with a bowl of ice cream.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Grandma Hurst</span>: She always had a bag of M&M's in her purse. They tasted like she smelled. So yummy. I wish I could go buy a bag of Grandma Hurst flavored M&M's. She saved all her costume jewelry for the girls to dress up in. There was always a yellow cake with chocolate frosting on her counter. I remember sleeping over with her after Grandpa died (mostly on the weekends so my older brother, Jared, could have a break). I did puzzles with her and played Solitare to pass the time. She was watching me play Solitare one time. I had no moves so I pulled a card from somewhere I shouldn't have...."I saw that", she said. I can't cheat at Solitare to this day. I celebrate her with a bucket of KFC.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Grandmother Cowan</span>: She was VERY proper. Always called me "Michelle". Never answered to "Grandma". Only to "Grandmother". Frozen government cheese. Toast (home made bread) with honey so old it was black. Ice cream cones. She was a Depression baby...we saved tin foil and used baggies and made due with what we had. We used to dance around in her living room to an old church record. She pulled pans out of the a 350 degree oven...with NO hot pads. Bare handed. She used to recite "Little Black Sambo" to us. I wish I had a recording of her telling the story. I loved the voices she used. She used to walk in the back door to a room FULL of people and yell, "Is anybody home?" One time, we all yelled back "NO!" From then on it was "Is anybody happy?" I can't eat toast with honey with out remebering her.<br /><br />That's the order in which they passed away. I miss them terribly as I type this. It's been a while since I remebered back to the things they did to make me smile.Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-34145537452213152252009-05-18T10:49:00.000-07:002009-05-18T13:40:00.347-07:00The Big D<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">We spent Tuesday and Wednesday in Disneyland and California Adventure. Our biggest mistake was taking the kids on the Snow White ride first. Sam was terrified. Emerson screamed, and Olivia buried her head in my side. Sam asked to go home about every 5 minutes after that. We had a hard time convincing him to go on any other rides! I think, for the most part, Olivia and I had a great time, Emerson and Aaron tolerated it, and Sam mostly hated it...until we met the Princesses...</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLZnldH5srevjxV1KSeo_CgvrFarQjbhP5H5nB46MUNbREcmcluHVNvTXPbQBJy_ZG_hkeXlGVhl2CAwXWAh8DNU3yc-ZkV4q5catXX3-1yw8unPrZe-SmPjn0N56tkhDjk0gIBr_PWhPQ/s1600-h/Disneyland+4-14and15-09.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLZnldH5srevjxV1KSeo_CgvrFarQjbhP5H5nB46MUNbREcmcluHVNvTXPbQBJy_ZG_hkeXlGVhl2CAwXWAh8DNU3yc-ZkV4q5catXX3-1yw8unPrZe-SmPjn0N56tkhDjk0gIBr_PWhPQ/s400/Disneyland+4-14and15-09.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center">So, Sam was a bit skeptical of the big costumed characters. He really didn't want to get too close to any of them. The princesses and fairies were a different story! He liked the pretty ones! In the end, Sam really did enjoy a few things: the Mickey Mouse shaped ice cream, the popcorn bucket, the water fountains around the park, the big wet ball in the middle of Tomorrowland, and even a couple rides--Toy Story Mania and Small World!</p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXZMuyRL_JfHHb00j7o58HvzZRmcJQiy6xrY4JuX7eO-3rx_bhQG6iY9kmlQnmyRdm3932ce6LtmIeoZrp3h9xWEb3-GOmD1-vrpMSkwV6uBTr6IqBJzX30LqyAobvTcJHe2748hyphenhyphenUfarj/s1600-h/Disneyland+4-14and15-091.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXZMuyRL_JfHHb00j7o58HvzZRmcJQiy6xrY4JuX7eO-3rx_bhQG6iY9kmlQnmyRdm3932ce6LtmIeoZrp3h9xWEb3-GOmD1-vrpMSkwV6uBTr6IqBJzX30LqyAobvTcJHe2748hyphenhyphenUfarj/s400/Disneyland+4-14and15-091.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center">Olivia was a bundle of excitement from the time we told her where we were going! She is an excellent map reader and was the first to start investigating the map to see where we needed to go next. She was VERY brave and rode Splash Mountain with me. Initially when we got off the ride she said it was "AWE.SOME!" Then she changed her mind and said it made her "Tweasy". Aaron was a champ and stood in line for the family so Olivia could meet the princesses. Dads rock.</p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfTyaKFAbaVvN9CprR16SvrLnm-libfU8DquIbMjerbYEh_2Q_GNxA2KFousIoaaxgwEEuIw7qbXeUSrGqqzrfUA2ctupCg-Worr_50QiAPuoMH1TTsOp0ECTjf6xsUKmgsPTpBuw_5AEx/s1600-h/Disneyland+4-14and15-092.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfTyaKFAbaVvN9CprR16SvrLnm-libfU8DquIbMjerbYEh_2Q_GNxA2KFousIoaaxgwEEuIw7qbXeUSrGqqzrfUA2ctupCg-Worr_50QiAPuoMH1TTsOp0ECTjf6xsUKmgsPTpBuw_5AEx/s400/Disneyland+4-14and15-092.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center">Emerson mainly rode around in the stroller looking for a new creative way to get out. And when we did let her out of the stroller, she was very vigilant about staying close, but not so close that we could grab her to put her back in! She warmed up to the characters as the days went on. She waved at them and gave them high 5's when she could. Emerson, like her mom, really enjoyed the churros. I think Small World was one of the rides she liked best.</p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYdqa-hdKhgGTNc3WcsByz0Jei6RTKT1oo5O45LToQ6_0PlYaruIqFdKNrtXLn9do9I_XvTiH0fjxsezqrT0qtH2kngMs15VgcgYQZJwt9JR8W07EodXxbN4zyT2LZHd_cptxNyp2jHXDi/s1600-h/Disneyland+4-14and15-093.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYdqa-hdKhgGTNc3WcsByz0Jei6RTKT1oo5O45LToQ6_0PlYaruIqFdKNrtXLn9do9I_XvTiH0fjxsezqrT0qtH2kngMs15VgcgYQZJwt9JR8W07EodXxbN4zyT2LZHd_cptxNyp2jHXDi/s400/Disneyland+4-14and15-093.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Here are a few of our "Character Greeting" pictures. I liked Eeyore the best. He looked so cuddly! Tigger still bugs me. I'm hoping it was confussion on his part. There were 2 little girls ahead of in line, one of the girls got her little book signed and a picture. When the second little girl went to hand him her book he ushered her out. The mom consoled her heart broken daughter and then cut back in and made him sign her book. All the moms around said it was the right thing to do.</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://localhost:4439/672c867c38ca681ebac9aaa1df32c999/image/4fdec2d9375a8597.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://localhost:4439/672c867c38ca681ebac9aaa1df32c999/image/816cc69706fd4846.jpg"></a></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://localhost:4439/672c867c38ca681ebac9aaa1df32c999/image/4fdec2d9375a8597.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://localhost:4439/672c867c38ca681ebac9aaa1df32c999/image/4fdec2d9375a8597.jpg?size=400" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center">Here's just a few random pictures of fun things. I love the one of Aaron and Emerson sleeping on the bench! I wish you could see the expression on Sam's face in the one where he's on Aaron's shoulders...SO happy to be there! Aaron and the kids had a great time seeking out the penny squishing machines. Sam still likes looking at his "ovals". Aaron has consented to go again...this time being very sure to take breaks during the day...I'm counting down the days!</p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://localhost:4439/672c867c38ca681ebac9aaa1df32c999/image/816cc69706fd4846.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://localhost:4439/672c867c38ca681ebac9aaa1df32c999/image/816cc69706fd4846.jpg?size=400" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center">Here's a slide show if you have time!<br /></p>Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-79177335813656246192009-05-06T11:20:00.000-07:002009-05-06T10:16:03.608-07:00Welcome to Sunny California!<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">We woke up Easter Sunday, with the puking kiddos and everything, and decided to begin our very first trip further west than Ely, NV. Olivia was the only one to get "sick" in the car. We drove through Utah and into Nevada stopping in Primm, NV to spend the night. FABULOUS hotel prices here. Seriously, if you're heading to California....look up Buffalo Bill's on the net and look for the deals!<br />The next morning we headed out to sunny California! Olivia thought everything we saw was AWWWWE.SOME! We loved looking at the Joshua trees and the desert landscape. We decided to head straight for the beach and check into our hotel later in the day. About lunch time we rolled into Laguna Beach...</div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFHGWEk5ALOVbOOlK2xGStFMqRlTm7ZVsNXUxg_nRo-R67lBVzzpRScllg1GWcGRjsLW7R4kVnfqxV-tNpNpcNi7SVke8H8vaVZJrSs9KEybL5NRZuMrb7srzc94yvh5jX9AJXIQy1oMS/s1600-h/Laguna+Beach+4-13-09.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFHGWEk5ALOVbOOlK2xGStFMqRlTm7ZVsNXUxg_nRo-R67lBVzzpRScllg1GWcGRjsLW7R4kVnfqxV-tNpNpcNi7SVke8H8vaVZJrSs9KEybL5NRZuMrb7srzc94yvh5jX9AJXIQy1oMS/s400/Laguna+Beach+4-13-09.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><p align="center">Olivia loves to "bask in the sun"...so the beach was perfect for her. She loved to run through the water and then go dry off. She even attempted a "sand angel". Olivia also enjoyed poking around in the tide pools on this beach.<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHMEvQkGY19k6U1tYYnRbyT6osdHr1nG1Zv1vZ-EMUUrr1z7gDeC4KHQ0a7_Y1cMEPD97g0ZHR4__a_OH_89Fm3D2y88kD_-_4QjSCAgSaIjgBLhLCHT7Yf9jRe8QAOkdaVE1WTkPdmIXH/s1600-h/Laguna+Beach+4-13-091.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHMEvQkGY19k6U1tYYnRbyT6osdHr1nG1Zv1vZ-EMUUrr1z7gDeC4KHQ0a7_Y1cMEPD97g0ZHR4__a_OH_89Fm3D2y88kD_-_4QjSCAgSaIjgBLhLCHT7Yf9jRe8QAOkdaVE1WTkPdmIXH/s400/Laguna+Beach+4-13-091.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="center">Sam...he was terrified of the water at first. Stayed on the towel and played in the sand. Pretty soon he was saying "I wanna go step in the beach"...meaning the ocean, but I thought it was pretty cute! By the end of the afternoon he was running through "the beach" like the madman that he is!</p><p align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23oUz9pbhYgjgw2ZkpOz24bVoweP12UwuG_qCVOi-2JwQo7I5xcn9Z8y88OjkqixCg0saMUjGyhnc7SlwNwPOAZDXyClEWmBOpsCArHAzJoRZevq3m-MGMe_Z1gXWtZh-vQXe6qchAEv0/s1600-h/Laguna+Beach+4-13-092.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23oUz9pbhYgjgw2ZkpOz24bVoweP12UwuG_qCVOi-2JwQo7I5xcn9Z8y88OjkqixCg0saMUjGyhnc7SlwNwPOAZDXyClEWmBOpsCArHAzJoRZevq3m-MGMe_Z1gXWtZh-vQXe6qchAEv0/s400/Laguna+Beach+4-13-092.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="center">Emerson is definitely adventurous. She's hard to stop when she gets an idea in her head. At first, she let me hold her hands as the waves got her toes...too soon she wouldn't let us touch her as the waves came up and Aaron ended up grabbing her just as a wave knocked her over. Unfortunately, she thought it was great!<br /></p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm-PRC7xVvNJIYelnlGB0kJxJSc7D8qsf6rjELldYpy6VjueRSdWdCNuYDgGsV9UdFPDQLk0ETkxO6hdQ6aEWzBIno1Tpzp4SKoL718TiV69GImmfpEezNklxoaNm7RMlZNjDjsveStBJM/s1600-h/Laguna+Beach+4-13-093.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm-PRC7xVvNJIYelnlGB0kJxJSc7D8qsf6rjELldYpy6VjueRSdWdCNuYDgGsV9UdFPDQLk0ETkxO6hdQ6aEWzBIno1Tpzp4SKoL718TiV69GImmfpEezNklxoaNm7RMlZNjDjsveStBJM/s400/Laguna+Beach+4-13-093.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center">This day is probably the best day, for me, of the trip. Watching the kids run and play and squeal with delight running to and from the waves. No lines to stand in, to time table to follow. Just relaxing and playing. The only thing that hinder my complete enjoyment was the fear that my kids would be swept out to sea. The beach is a scary place for overly paranoid mommas.<br />I also had my deepest thought on this beach. I watched my kids nervously take their first steps into a big unknown for them. They ran back to the safety of the towels the first few times. Gradually they started going further and further into the ocean playing and laughing...until a big wave would knock them over and then back to the towels. It's similar to life, really. I'm just going to get my feet wet. No big deal, I can run to the towel at any time. Maybe I'll get in a little deeper, I'm still standing. Deeper still. A wave knocks you over...can you get out?</p><p align="center">Sorry, I'm no good at deep thoughts.<br /></p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><br /><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-32297440230236986642009-05-05T13:08:00.000-07:002009-05-05T13:20:07.656-07:00one morebecause my kids are cracking me up today!<br /><br />Last night Sam was in trouble for getting out a bunch of Grandpa's games (checkers, trionimos, backgammon, rummikub, etc) and spreading them all over the basement while I was upstairs cooking. He was band from playing with them ever again. This morning, I got out of bed and walked past Sam's room where he was sitting on the floor shoving a big bag of Rummikub tiles in his backpack. "Sam, what are you doing?" I asked him. he looked up at me with his big, brown eyes, an impish smile on his face and said "I love you." I asked him if he was taking them to show and tell and he said " I want to show them my two thousand dollars!" I love this boy!<br /><br />On the way home from school, I had to stop by Aaron's work to get a key to the house. He was telling Emerson that we were going inside Daddy's work. I told him we weren't going inside and he said, "Cease, Mommy! We are going inside!"<br /><br />Today, Olivia had a field trip, so she was at school while Sam was. It was just Emerson and me. The car was in desperate need of a vaccuum. I left Emmers in hewr seat until I needed to clean it out and then she climbed all over the car while she was free. I put the car seats back in the car, hung the vaccuum tube back up and went around to put her in her seat. The door was locked. She locked me out. I looked in at her....she had the BIGGEST naughty elf smile on her face. I pointed to the lock and she came over and opened it for me (my 20 month old). As I was strapping her in I was smiling telling her that was naughty..."Funny!" ,she said!<br /><br />I love the days my kids make me laugh!Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-6834903509784534212009-05-01T08:41:00.000-07:002009-05-01T08:58:37.902-07:00Before I get on to the Vacation posts...<div><div>Yesterday was Aaron's birthday! I just wanted him to know that I really do love him....and sometimes even like him! He's a great guy and great dad....I love you, Aaron!</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330884813159217170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhePEcioUkxlhCAUyytJby8ajL92eqlPQa2c_bYyFlhYa46iRsT3snZGODMk7eDrtJ3NJE51ERkpTVfTQWhroEL-DW5OZSOBF6-SPqVBzCoKhbQmmFUtZh3fa0pLG6BQm4kLnzaezLsiUxa/s400/Aaron's+bday+09+001.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p align="center">I attempted making a Vanilla Bean Cheesecake for him. My first cheesecake from scratch. I might try a different recipe next time.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330884818938741922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxTqnE5xQwfGsVvfzM24R1Cq_32js_G9KEjLxeRzPVgxP4n2VYWpozlsofgtEmeS0wZAkDuP8G83qeYe63TLR_PBrs5KWpInleDPk-BlB55vRgaJvpO9tbXU5uCTHqLj4owR0aBN95xD2/s400/Aaron's+bday+09+004.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Aaron and the kids gearing up for present time!</p><p> </p>Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-351021218075325452009-04-29T08:40:00.000-07:002009-04-29T18:57:20.614-07:00Easter WeekendWe headed to Utah for Easter this year! After a split second decision, we packed up and headed out late Thursday afternoon. The kids were SO excited to see their cousins! Sam quickly got over his "fear" of driving through the mountains (fear because the last few trips through he has had a tendency to make it a technicolor trip)...He was saying, "I'm not gonna "trow" up, Olivia is." Thankfully, none of that happened...this trip. We played around Friday and then colored Easter Eggs with all of the cousins (35 grandkids plus a few extras!).<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330140136449562642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKjaoxA7sMXv3jApq8DulBqSJDxagai-lfOOO6UwNG-ObdeI2MD72nMZE3sHJs5Be8DV8_OM3HRb_ggiA4uru2wHK8iohnITcOdVkQg_U9o1f17j4Z-vDyalumZheYz4jEATeJ0AnaUiwy/s400/Easter+2009+Shelly+001.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Olivia with her empty canvas</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330140137863905522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj76MxxXYf9tQjJtsg1ubAqqD-cRO4vEPPue75vM2NVCbE-RlN6nm2dw6ZvAI6IqwwngKD8j_EddCcgKcPfen9KEt3HqW_AdyDvH2PwRIhblpKZnLEjIL9FJWp2OssXm6S4LMbeEjrP0V8j/s400/Easter+2009+Shelly+029.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Aaron had SAm waiting and waiting for his eggs to "be ready". He was actually VERY patient.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330140143558965394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAjvkeRQSDnuKBDwomwHUUxohk4P79hYoEfu8vE4Gt9dv1jvOhdRDHFPlxDVs0qlQIULLW3koHrvM6LP6bT5eYOWda6yDpLeeQzsQnsSEjlG6vPx03nVQymSuzL73GG9TiuHELms5nMvjS/s400/Easter+2009+Shelly+045.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Which ended up more colorful, the egg or my baby?</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330140149110324162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbuo9dvz_qgvcXQT7xOet00FfWhKNxaHud-YraAg6zjfJCqYwBsHsQwb-TS4HzgYGs01g5yIXUWiSWp3SraBT7hEM69qxuMlxEUFIVL9C69nF-n8vC8dg6B_iqbTSRC_rxE6QOpmy-DsMN/s400/Easter+2009+Shelly+073.jpg" border="0" /> She may be new at this, but Emerson caught on quickly!</p><div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4JEz6ZLvzxFb9ICciJwV1-RX92tMIkSafksbqhyphenhyphen0t9OZxBxbEjtoqyV6Uy4jjL1sXcTH2_kEAHruT48Mi0YOVRDC-M7KZmywbUvcm1utFjEw_SzcY0W30rbeDfLWwvcSLM_ld84X8lxxn/s1600-h/Easter+2009+Shelly+082.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330140154139719346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4JEz6ZLvzxFb9ICciJwV1-RX92tMIkSafksbqhyphenhyphen0t9OZxBxbEjtoqyV6Uy4jjL1sXcTH2_kEAHruT48Mi0YOVRDC-M7KZmywbUvcm1utFjEw_SzcY0W30rbeDfLWwvcSLM_ld84X8lxxn/s400/Easter+2009+Shelly+082.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sam had his priorities: first: Sixlets, second: suckers, third: eggs<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330141162648064866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKq2zqJ2VaNXe8xwgF2wTmPR3gHX9LTseJo6gdXILiDVsWPG7KRRUMXbmNwjk9CbQOkMvkR1VO1z1ucD5lyq7mgpq3p8sr9bIP0pz0rjZaBQf6LsMqrbdHIgwipe5_LArwlZoxNQU7bgBY/s400/Easter+2009+Shelly+086.jpg" border="0" /> <div><div><div><div><div>Olivia and Lauren showing off their baskets.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330141164576362786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaKo7pSL1lePZ0zjS8TCC03LfdeKHvwN5YKOdmpDEc82Yyun1q8Vv_d8eM-Rf8DmjejRw9A3T979WlTRcKnU5p7KMYNexwgb3kdFrybAZQjLMHhyuMjne1GzWj2uqe6_qjIriIdPCizxsb/s400/Easter+2009+Shelly+090.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p align="center">Emerson has mixed feelings for McKinley...on one hand, she loves her...on the other, she's terrified of McKinley loving her too much!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330141177546406514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCGqfKV5AwF_J6E9kwUXVYQYMkV0zGPK7GDxFsgoMdG-pSHp_FtcUcSF8i1abiHiKR_crhK7xAQheSKcC2kFIEjaiTMxA_eOhmwJiO4TZqcEaG7d_rpE4uD591Lgn3FXUcWAHwIFkLwGfk/s400/Easter+2009+Shelly+101.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Our Easter morning breakfast consisted of some VERY loverly Grandam Sycamore toast with cinnamon sugar on top.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330141174469720370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3BfQRWz44DhtUKVnreGvlRK9vNHQHZqiikn0OwVfY-oZ73Df-_Pl8VT5ZOzAx-Q0TL96G4QsFf7_pJ0-PDTuA1uN3EK3vpfO9AE6z-uHauRBzoJ9Nn-_R7BsE_35xCN09XspfMx4qz8pv/s400/Easter+2009+Shelly+099.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Sam mostly played with his Easter Basket...then threw up, then played some more, then threw up some more.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330141171712489026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIldolYO000PkA1vYeiQuComGoUkIt30VO28m21OEU5ZI8mpPXhiAAtgfDe-5DYXQD6aKq9YSR8KiO6R4NwPy4djtctoh5v6mtwAxqqGJzbf1Pbos1q6UXOhbxqpPLaVkeGMMJRQ0ilnk2/s400/Easter+2009+Shelly+098.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Olivia started off her morning puking. Then more, then more, then more. So, we did the only logical thing. Packed up our car and headed for California! But, that's another post (or 10) for another day!</p>Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-83322111390795424912009-04-07T20:30:00.001-07:002009-04-07T20:35:43.698-07:00Oh, whusst<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRkiDytT2WuCrCYurTkDeGqlMCmZgNAKuvdb9kMclvt5tYwIpSxGA7PrJ8PG9CbvcaJe6BY59gZDNsbtApzPPvkacgb68uTtY-b9L-7rbw07m9u6cfRfeNZ3c9eTQv7fGGN2t8tCSQByyQ/s1600-h/Valentine's+breakfast,wedding,+March+2009+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322158059147005330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRkiDytT2WuCrCYurTkDeGqlMCmZgNAKuvdb9kMclvt5tYwIpSxGA7PrJ8PG9CbvcaJe6BY59gZDNsbtApzPPvkacgb68uTtY-b9L-7rbw07m9u6cfRfeNZ3c9eTQv7fGGN2t8tCSQByyQ/s400/Valentine's+breakfast,wedding,+March+2009+019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>She was being quiet. TOO quiet. I wondered if she had gone upstairs. I walked into the living room towards the stairs and, there she was! Olivia's library book in one hand, a pack of ball point pens in the other. She dropped them immediately and said, "Oh, whust!" Translation: Oh, whoops! Ain't nothing "whust" about drawing in a library book! She is SO adorable! Too cute to get a spankin'....so, I walked in the other room to blog aboutit.</div>Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-63785478449544789722009-04-01T13:03:00.000-07:002009-04-01T13:18:52.449-07:00Orange Rolls...mmmmmmHave I ever told you that my sweetie can cook? Well, he can. Delicious food. I am a very lucky girl! One of the family's favorite things he makes is Orange Rolls. They are heavenly. I should clarify: Heavenly when made sans raisins, of the devil when made with them. Katie, Aaron's older sister, wanted a tutorial on how to make them when her family was out here for the wedding. What a fine excuse to make them! Sorry, no professional baking pics, no recipe.<br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319817224405363714" 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/AVvXsEguD4Y1VzJ_aaJauBqqWM3WTOdTS4I2-zMcOzzF_TcuvXSk3YvkcwGGyAv2SrR4NZ7gUL-EBgA9SDAPiao2fekjExr6u9kpnpcow5g5r2PZ9B5DIrKPjlgSjmlHhF8f0ZuDyCZdYBp4tIqA/s320/b&ej+wedding+Eggett+Camera+285.jpg" border="0" />Katie and Kyle taking mental notes on technique.<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ-v63dooUUJENIq8QLljbpdhEAok5kqwC55r6ZiAoLa6j6bshyphenhyphenHnSE1t-3XYhh_h1lCMl4fBeghiE0LkzKe_lS64ke54xKR57UpmXoz1rR1AXHaPxpAYGQP6dt-bwW8l6Riu4YyzuwmCt/s1600-h/b&ej+wedding+Eggett+Camera+289.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319817231202911282" 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/AVvXsEiQ-v63dooUUJENIq8QLljbpdhEAok5kqwC55r6ZiAoLa6j6bshyphenhyphenHnSE1t-3XYhh_h1lCMl4fBeghiE0LkzKe_lS64ke54xKR57UpmXoz1rR1AXHaPxpAYGQP6dt-bwW8l6Riu4YyzuwmCt/s320/b&ej+wedding+Eggett+Camera+289.jpg" border="0" /></a> Special twisty motion to put them together.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0k-8hK_Yr5qimouC_BpAOK2TOtv5dAei7hQdej2vqyNOUpmy1Qhw25HCyPWCftFe24jKAE4Y5hK1_sfBWSNan4P-_2q7zBrep4iP9ZY_RAjg2sYAqBV6zIFLDrzjM81XL-NVjRuXXVOOQ/s1600-h/b&ej+wedding+Eggett+Camera+286.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319817234232465522" 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/AVvXsEh0k-8hK_Yr5qimouC_BpAOK2TOtv5dAei7hQdej2vqyNOUpmy1Qhw25HCyPWCftFe24jKAE4Y5hK1_sfBWSNan4P-_2q7zBrep4iP9ZY_RAjg2sYAqBV6zIFLDrzjM81XL-NVjRuXXVOOQ/s320/b&ej+wedding+Eggett+Camera+286.jpg" border="0" /></a> No, no, no...not yet, they must bake first.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319817239317010914" 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/AVvXsEh5UmbZEy0hBYVnbT73RYsrtp0xrSYSruerxXY1x5NPON7vO2XeFNl5Ps2of6bk6BASQS3IFLLI3ciwNkcyM69Q0pEF7eP2j9boFNSozFgS-jA1qYz7EmO8TnBFy_mbZG7WOrSrgDPb4Dtx/s320/b&ej+wedding+Eggett+Camera+342.jpg" border="0" />mmmmmm...tasty! <div><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319817235822483634" 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/AVvXsEgWdhxFDC7cJ5UytOe0uyihHNLcaFwVQ1W7ecVGBds6gZlFeW5MX9hLNBTSfJtKk6qr92enq_z8HVdWr8Lg03T9vr5KVsNMnxgxJAHfd55WzbqSzH0HyGzvXsJAodal4fx1nRjKhg5orA91/s320/b&ej+wedding+Eggett+Camera+362.jpg" border="0" />Wanna bite? Too bad...Julie doesn't share food!!! (think Friends)</div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319817391221171618" 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/AVvXsEhHZ2LPeV1FMRj6oV3HZar0Z0Kb6BzKR160flYDq3iDVhGfJ6N0qDKkzWdQJkp8Ritrx8DFWADDCZgiMDxe_Hvl8G6ZtRpdL0GvCJpybTt4RxkCcVMfeos5Qe54DybsN58mBc0dfHsZo0SS/s320/b&ej+wedding+Eggett+Camera+291.jpg" border="0" />The girls weren't very interested in Orange Roll Tutorials, so they played with the pretty wedding things.<br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-87592950586298448722009-03-23T13:37:00.000-07:002009-03-23T19:45:19.862-07:00Esther's Weddin'Aaron's sister, Esther married Brandon on married February 19. We had a great time at the wedding and reception. Here's a few favorite pictures...<br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316555949511729282" 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/AVvXsEixHrz-6lOcWIfT2XK-zSbiQBG0TxMWZilYLEAF1Po5ofdgs4dxhJFPhJ51avXglubiyNoXZ0vZlM0LE3LBjwRf0U7XVhxO7GGEdBVBAs-4eFeZdBp3Aw2AzI482nF7niQpVN5oKnafKbtx/s320/b&ej+wedding+Eggett+Camera+086.jpg" border="0" /> The happy couple<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316555955994077186" 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/AVvXsEjbMF7Ny4rMO9EWx-_ZxYYpID3CaJAk-xZdnuS8G2AXh6QsGQNyocFsovcglHdQ4VXutCg3xffVtpnEhv-wRPTgT6saKb3oreRAQOfDefEZ3ljBmQl5UxhsZurgrySw3XYoEbmcN3u9-qNz/s320/b&ej+wedding+Eggett+Camera+043.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Watching the festivities</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316555972147642578" 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/AVvXsEjUV98-Ai3zrII56GAEnPcuLkHSar9_1QD3AgHvqcskRPWERngQqJePtR83MMj01BO7g5ybNWKnJlQc-iAdJU2GYknqWi9AWJpS8eZgCHwJyLPnLnuPTT6LVSaZUzTIspnhV0_sttMv3w95/s320/DSC02950.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Way to go, Esther!<br /></div><div align="center"> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316573296482129250" 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/AVvXsEi8oaNPGK2ZAx1e7EdzYMAhFlwfAc_xxL-0m5AibpL6ZgFt0KnmtrZgIPNki40aLYtocqGpETiPZREBWTvph_bgiDZo182EgMNAjbs0zqwRM0UaRPjE3TIRN2LKYX9PQ3qNDPrbKSYbhZc1/s320/DSC02973.JPG" border="0" />The lovely bride<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaWnAsRpOJCHDSmxX2lCTxkg7qzRKDjXERQj3j6w_NWledhDtqNLzOYgfFrQNDpmqia-xa5kQmDtnwngm1GgCC7rn0qC7muJe9tqAdEQWVX8heQYqY_a7mTwLYRq9XpP5iorWcSZcTn0-_/s1600-h/b&ej+wedding+Eggett+Camera+119.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316555971562854866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaWnAsRpOJCHDSmxX2lCTxkg7qzRKDjXERQj3j6w_NWledhDtqNLzOYgfFrQNDpmqia-xa5kQmDtnwngm1GgCC7rn0qC7muJe9tqAdEQWVX8heQYqY_a7mTwLYRq9XpP5iorWcSZcTn0-_/s320/b&ej+wedding+Eggett+Camera+119.jpg" border="0" /></a> Our little family<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPX7DmvmFEm0hkoUADY8D5BKsLgW9B0fCw4kAywtI3Q6mxi56d4p5AwymABhOyhr84XAhbyzbpxsfcBzn_Q2A2jvfqZkbUjJwra9fyo5ASto8CB6M2iRdH7ofoCvaP6jPLmKF2H3tzyYah/s1600-h/b&ej+wedding+Eggett+Camera+180.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316555964158102626" 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/AVvXsEgPX7DmvmFEm0hkoUADY8D5BKsLgW9B0fCw4kAywtI3Q6mxi56d4p5AwymABhOyhr84XAhbyzbpxsfcBzn_Q2A2jvfqZkbUjJwra9fyo5ASto8CB6M2iRdH7ofoCvaP6jPLmKF2H3tzyYah/s320/b&ej+wedding+Eggett+Camera+180.jpg" border="0" /></a>HOT SHOES! I'm the foot on the right of the bride's<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316573305565451522" 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/AVvXsEibb0QHvD5lbsSjof3b6gM2iLCmKf0Iw1_UW-k2NiehtcBlx5utQV8R5iNExK8-utQzOpt9vc217MsVnuC1qEfEyvNOjwRafu7Vu0frZh268SvgqPKaRiCJxLXBNMBDZR43AENHfjxa1pxi/s320/DSC03084.JPG" border="0" />Sam and one* of his ladies<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316573311676353458" 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/AVvXsEiihziT2Ww-k8Ne1uE-63-ACAGHI218Pv4f8tkK5kfJLchbCIgmdV_ghQNBG2Gjfj5YLl3Xf_trj1lwz4KBXdl8fg0Her6OS2VBbeQFt2MtpwcU2tu5TK_5_7ohsDNKV3i9mEXZ1-S5WDag/s320/DSC03165.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /></div><p align="center">The exhaustion sets in</p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">*Yes, ONE of his ladies. He has his own harem.</span></p>Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-66204603286792777482009-03-23T13:26:00.000-07:002009-03-23T13:37:20.013-07:00Valentine's Breakfast<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgui6YDDAf9XuhE7CT89t2UjjGdgJOWIZKMeT6HztulSKueWHDyT5p6rDWsP3epyVPH4lr52INOiekXcrrLhOMwMWpZPzmKNvMPQbnjbxOOHUpqhmcWi0bBzrRaDdxQDRnv9rbSSDUopGnk/s1600-h/Valentine's+breakfast,wedding,+March+2009+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgui6YDDAf9XuhE7CT89t2UjjGdgJOWIZKMeT6HztulSKueWHDyT5p6rDWsP3epyVPH4lr52INOiekXcrrLhOMwMWpZPzmKNvMPQbnjbxOOHUpqhmcWi0bBzrRaDdxQDRnv9rbSSDUopGnk/s400/Valentine's+breakfast,wedding,+March+2009+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316484175372573474" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG03pW5KjIqsUHlbWdvO_bQaaqf9R9oUxZ4hCyF9a10oeuNj746zCR1P1hQXuDyRBHxk9mIGR8-Btw8jmg7QTaS8ID443gX02lD-88pTWNsD9-EAHeXAGyrozQHqwFTUOowQp6SzxsE3Sk/s1600-h/Valentine's+breakfast,wedding,+March+2009+002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG03pW5KjIqsUHlbWdvO_bQaaqf9R9oUxZ4hCyF9a10oeuNj746zCR1P1hQXuDyRBHxk9mIGR8-Btw8jmg7QTaS8ID443gX02lD-88pTWNsD9-EAHeXAGyrozQHqwFTUOowQp6SzxsE3Sk/s400/Valentine's+breakfast,wedding,+March+2009+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316484168174945186" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhylukDNjJuRV-QLfT9dCgmzPGJZBcJwNZeBzkhibA2l0_H8thHCP4jHkR-bmq1RFy2iEaPvVGHZprfOzUuPns_q6wa8qcRg2Ikzy_AXhbHQutQOXyXfoT1GLVpYIYBIogXmnTj8M2UsmNM/s1600-h/Valentine's+breakfast,wedding,+March+2009+001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhylukDNjJuRV-QLfT9dCgmzPGJZBcJwNZeBzkhibA2l0_H8thHCP4jHkR-bmq1RFy2iEaPvVGHZprfOzUuPns_q6wa8qcRg2Ikzy_AXhbHQutQOXyXfoT1GLVpYIYBIogXmnTj8M2UsmNM/s400/Valentine's+breakfast,wedding,+March+2009+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316484162238320354" /></a><br /><br />So, I'm really far behind. No excuses, really. I just thought that since I gave my sister a hard time about no updates....I should update! <br /><br />Valentine's. Aaron and I prefer hanging out with the kids over a night alone, so we took them to The Original Pancake House for breakfast on Vday. We did, however, forget our children's aversions to eating food faces...<br /><br />The blog thing is being weird and showing text instead of pictures in the composing part, so...Emerson....she's a ham. Sam, really liked the looks of his pancakes man, and ate his nose, mouth, and eyes...but not much else. Liv, ornery as ever refusing to say cheese, contemplating how to get out of eating the pancake man.Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-29173187262453973942009-02-11T13:29:00.000-08:002009-02-11T13:30:31.625-08:00A Brand New OutfitI'm slow on the trends, but I catch up eventually...Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-44910106757967617562009-02-06T11:43:00.000-08:002009-02-06T11:47:00.692-08:0025 Extremely Random and storylike things about meI posted it on Facebook, but Figured it might be a fun Blog entry<br /><br />1. I like peanut m & m’s.<br /><br />2. I have been scarred for life by a man who wears purple spandex.<br /><br />3. I once stopped traffic in San Fran. Yes, it was a long time ago, around age 18….and FINE! It was just one car, but I stopped it.<br /><br />4. I have been banned from Smith Food and Drug in Payson, UT for what will forever be known as “The Jelly Belly Incident”.<br /><br />5. I did once ask my sister if octopus were real. I did not, however, ever think that Mt. Rushmore was carved by the wind.<br /><br />6. When I was Preggers, I watched “Moth Man Prophecies”. I made Aaron wake up in every time I had to go pee in the night from that night all the way through my pregnancy.<br /><br />7. I never left the state of Utah until I was in 8th grade.<br /><br />8. I have been scarred for life by a man who wears really short shorts and a thong whilst on the elliptical trainer. I was on the rowing machine next to him…same man wears purple spandex….Speedos and pants.<br /><br />9. I started to train for a triathlon (sprint) last year. Then I realized I couldn’t swim and stopped training for that, but I did run my first 5k.<br /><br />10. I shamelessly flirted with this one guy on Feb. 13th, 1999. I said since the girl next to me got a kiss from her Valentine I should get one, too. Now we’re married.<br /><br />11. I once spoke, with out thinking, to my Mia Maids class and told them to “Be careful who they let sleep in their beds.” I was talking about a bed bug outbreak. It just came out wrong.<br /><br />12.I once vehemently defended Edward Cullen from a vicious attack by a woman who didn’t even know him. She called him abusive. I’ll tell you who’s abusive. Starts with Jacob ends with Black.<br /><br />13. When I was in High school I had a womanly mishap in Chemistry. I couldn’t get up to leave because I was too embarrassed to ask Mr. Hill for a sweatshirt. I waited for Mrs. Baum (I think) to come back so I could ask her for a sweatshirt. It took all lunch long.<br /><br />14. I have been scarred for life by a man in a purple Speedo doing crunches on the deck of the pool. Seriously, man! Was there a clearance on this material?!? Did your mama make them for you? Can you please go in the locker room to work on your abs?<br /><br />15. When I was in high school I went on a first date with a guy to “Scream”. I really wanted to leave after the opening scene. I sat in fetal position the remainder of the movie. When I got home, Jill wasn’t home yet and I thought I heard something behind me. So rather than turn around to see what the noise was (what, and end up pummeled like Drew Barrymore?!?) I stood in the same position until Jill arrived home an hour or so later.<br /><br />16. I mostly blame my extremely low tolerance of scary movies on my sisters. They made me watch “Poltergeist” when I was in Kindergarten or 1st grade and then they wouldn’t take me to the bathroom when I had to go. So I did the only logical thing. Peed on the couch. Boy did they get in trouble.<br /><br />17. Once when one of my sisters was watching me I got in trouble for something silly like moving or sneezing. She got after me and I made her really mad by laughing instead of crying. So she kept beating me (not really beating, I can’t remember what she was doing), and I kept laughing. It really hurt. I have a crying reflex now when I laugh.<br /><br />18. I can’t bend over and touch my toes unless it’s right after Yoga class or a run.<br /><br />19. I was in Mexico on 9/11. They thought the tourists would feel more secure with large open bed trucks full of soldiers holding big guns driving around. They were wrong.<br /><br />20. Once, when I was in 4th grade, I threw up Macaroni and cheese and cream corn all over in my sister’s hair. Her hair was to her waist.<br /><br />21. I didn’t read Pride and Prejudice until after I fell in love with Mr. Darcy. Thank you Collin Firth.<br /><br />22. I worked for IFA for 4 years.<br /><br />23. I requested mashed potatoes and gravy from KFC after Olivia was born.<br /><br />24. I have never broken a bone.<br /><br />25. I swear to this day on my life I never kissed Joel or Aaron Frost. I don’t care who thinks they saw what. It NEVER happened. I think Jill may have created this story to hide the fact that she kissed Ryan. This, of course, is just speculation.Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-18755819196610992732009-01-23T13:09:00.001-08:002009-01-23T13:24:45.832-08:00Christmas Eve 2008<div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w181.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w181.photobucket.com/albums/x27/aaronlovesshel/ac09454e.pbw" height="360" width="480"><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a><a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x27/aaronlovesshel/?action=view¤t=ac09454e.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a></div>
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<br />Feeling a little too lazy to type out the whole day! Enjoy the pictures!Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-90624786708217871112009-01-15T12:54:00.000-08:002009-01-15T13:27:10.657-08:00Fun December stuff...the BIG day not included....<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_IzLxPrgziEiNv4PoqyCMq6g-JpRtKgy5m7tRbfHvK4QElFYlJueseMpQqAe_tEiDF1QtTHyl-TdR8Tx8Lahd9Eun4e_YoboRm1cNq8B2IrBoiR3IFIsa9wU9fzgnmbFUL4h7eHfhbykG/s1600-h/Olivia's+Western+Day+Ginger+Bread+Houses+2008+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291631275951056226" 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/AVvXsEj_IzLxPrgziEiNv4PoqyCMq6g-JpRtKgy5m7tRbfHvK4QElFYlJueseMpQqAe_tEiDF1QtTHyl-TdR8Tx8Lahd9Eun4e_YoboRm1cNq8B2IrBoiR3IFIsa9wU9fzgnmbFUL4h7eHfhbykG/s320/Olivia's+Western+Day+Ginger+Bread+Houses+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> Olivia is loves to practice writing and sounding out words. She wrote me this poem.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I love you mom</div><div align="center">be happy in your heart</div><div align="center">there is love in hearts</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I think she's amazing!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8uS1BpBFMSZ_q1saV_BuU7dwDVMQ5NFs5qkh4nH_Gym65KbmGI3QDWJqDmr2AZvh-YbKlrFygcN4xddXyvZVFDtMKEz4KleuJZSFkc6c84hLABd6jsfQ7PRXy8ooX3NcVQJXWECg9AY7Y/s1600-h/December+2008+New+Years+eve+and+day+2009+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291630378771128962" 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/AVvXsEg8uS1BpBFMSZ_q1saV_BuU7dwDVMQ5NFs5qkh4nH_Gym65KbmGI3QDWJqDmr2AZvh-YbKlrFygcN4xddXyvZVFDtMKEz4KleuJZSFkc6c84hLABd6jsfQ7PRXy8ooX3NcVQJXWECg9AY7Y/s320/December+2008+New+Years+eve+and+day+2009+011.jpg" border="0" /></a> The little sweetie all bundled up for the Zoo Lights! A vendor that Aaron works with takes his group to the Zoo Light every year....and they feed us, too!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgabB55TLnIgyIxtkJeMuSaJa4gjudYg8mU1B6lhxiZAGYfnjddJNeyWKOwcRMg9C5eXAv-BXfLXrlKuat4PwAUdjt6fY0OjzOFcH-JL9-8z5c5wJQDiHBFB4HoinylDJibaZpcnb-Ay6fB/s1600-h/December+2008+New+Years+eve+and+day+2009+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291630374185007122" 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/AVvXsEgabB55TLnIgyIxtkJeMuSaJa4gjudYg8mU1B6lhxiZAGYfnjddJNeyWKOwcRMg9C5eXAv-BXfLXrlKuat4PwAUdjt6fY0OjzOFcH-JL9-8z5c5wJQDiHBFB4HoinylDJibaZpcnb-Ay6fB/s320/December+2008+New+Years+eve+and+day+2009+010.jpg" border="0" /></a> Little Miss Emerson ready to roll through the zoo!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDtiLG-Rfu-01PzOOlj2qgGN3W6IkoseL_eenP8pJ6sLWYb1szlUGX_KedCOdRugbCFd-DeG2JJTh35cYO_CI_Dx7wvKgqjEn0YaJ9qPTy9AfpZUQSqAlhYylk0GHD8dBncEhpeioUPh3F/s1600-h/December+2008+New+Years+eve+and+day+2009+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291630369500512914" 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/AVvXsEgDtiLG-Rfu-01PzOOlj2qgGN3W6IkoseL_eenP8pJ6sLWYb1szlUGX_KedCOdRugbCFd-DeG2JJTh35cYO_CI_Dx7wvKgqjEn0YaJ9qPTy9AfpZUQSqAlhYylk0GHD8dBncEhpeioUPh3F/s320/December+2008+New+Years+eve+and+day+2009+009.jpg" border="0" /></a>My Mr. Sam-man. He's adorably troublesome and sweet and hard headed.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMUe4muLpDXyJPe6-l7RGk9ABnOzL18kExdd6pBs7cbKOFbIWKatTytEBU5rpyyFD-yy3njchBJXym1dEUYdahKI6XbEt6lJNEFl8uAh4Ze0waN1d4ZhaCVbwR2DZ_BlThuY3rYLpw_ql7/s1600-h/December+2008+New+Years+eve+and+day+2009+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291630360270418146" 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/AVvXsEgMUe4muLpDXyJPe6-l7RGk9ABnOzL18kExdd6pBs7cbKOFbIWKatTytEBU5rpyyFD-yy3njchBJXym1dEUYdahKI6XbEt6lJNEFl8uAh4Ze0waN1d4ZhaCVbwR2DZ_BlThuY3rYLpw_ql7/s320/December+2008+New+Years+eve+and+day+2009+008.jpg" border="0" /></a> Zoo Lights!!<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBMuyW8sPyhYG2R8wxez65lZzecEIKxKjLZSMssGPJSyNzh5r6Llp5uAs_64YRTfIPFV1kkQ24fTGhRauQjcBf4_lf-gevS4FgEX6iWfWrtlnRwM_KMulOei5edYz1DqDjjM7qxEiCJCM/s1600-h/Olivia's+Western+Day+Ginger+Bread+Houses+2008+100.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291628793351789010" 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/AVvXsEjxBMuyW8sPyhYG2R8wxez65lZzecEIKxKjLZSMssGPJSyNzh5r6Llp5uAs_64YRTfIPFV1kkQ24fTGhRauQjcBf4_lf-gevS4FgEX6iWfWrtlnRwM_KMulOei5edYz1DqDjjM7qxEiCJCM/s320/Olivia's+Western+Day+Ginger+Bread+Houses+2008+100.jpg" border="0" /></a> We did a little FHE Gingerbread Night. No Gospel principles were taught here, although I'm sure we could have talked about how our homes should be sanctuaries from the world....hey, I think I've got something for next year...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgbBxKjdU-Pby8-sjXboAlFyP0AOYgKyIMBIFhlPgVA67tb7bQotAZ5cNMpnH5n2mPopmzkGjMVlQgyRm_ZMkcUjO4J_77yqTAyaUp2oLDu6WqjlSnhAAFO-_RSuVvWfGdm6hyhTY8hYGK/s1600-h/Olivia's+Western+Day+Ginger+Bread+Houses+2008+070.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291628787307084386" 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/AVvXsEjgbBxKjdU-Pby8-sjXboAlFyP0AOYgKyIMBIFhlPgVA67tb7bQotAZ5cNMpnH5n2mPopmzkGjMVlQgyRm_ZMkcUjO4J_77yqTAyaUp2oLDu6WqjlSnhAAFO-_RSuVvWfGdm6hyhTY8hYGK/s320/Olivia's+Western+Day+Ginger+Bread+Houses+2008+070.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sam's Candyland Masterpiece<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ZdnOsUZZBzxX6pEpzhuih2q-qqYBn3IER_EkujwHJXwRG-ue_DACKmxrTKl_VQe-fszmn4z3it6JmK8GPa6A9ql40tKQf63JfztYWQzq0mrBmUIHpVysmgnS0iRcxlQNVDBjVGdZ4H_o/s1600-h/Olivia's+Western+Day+Ginger+Bread+Houses+2008+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291628784629005314" 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/AVvXsEi1ZdnOsUZZBzxX6pEpzhuih2q-qqYBn3IER_EkujwHJXwRG-ue_DACKmxrTKl_VQe-fszmn4z3it6JmK8GPa6A9ql40tKQf63JfztYWQzq0mrBmUIHpVysmgnS0iRcxlQNVDBjVGdZ4H_o/s320/Olivia's+Western+Day+Ginger+Bread+Houses+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /></a> OK, so technically it was in November, but Olivia's Kindergarten had a Western Day. They danced in the gym for us with their 3rd grade buddies.<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPkc7STpD1DiS6SaTTwR7v9J_9D9_u4j55gHsoT7kMuN5p0wxTYY11NUcycyE5JltxXcgD_LDusx00RZo0wOt6WHcmdiZzdKRVf3bQuLqMERH_ONaECwPRbd18C1zOP5PEgdqUcqpRQ4Eo/s1600-h/Olivia's+Western+Day+Ginger+Bread+Houses+2008+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291628762846249970" 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/AVvXsEiPkc7STpD1DiS6SaTTwR7v9J_9D9_u4j55gHsoT7kMuN5p0wxTYY11NUcycyE5JltxXcgD_LDusx00RZo0wOt6WHcmdiZzdKRVf3bQuLqMERH_ONaECwPRbd18C1zOP5PEgdqUcqpRQ4Eo/s320/Olivia's+Western+Day+Ginger+Bread+Houses+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is Sam sitting next to me playing on his computer. He cracks me up! <div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-68113296571743454952009-01-15T12:31:00.000-08:002009-01-15T12:54:10.377-08:00Holy in need of an update, Batman!<div align="center">Wow. I'm behind, I know it. I figure if <a href="http://ajstcowan.blogspot.com/">Amy</a> can jump back on the bandwagon, so can I!!! Let's start off slowly with Thanksgiving....</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">Wednesday the 26th we packed our car and headed to Utah! We only got about 20 miles into the trip before our car wigged out and we turned around to come home! Thanksgiving Day, bright (or dark) and early (about 3 am) we drove Grandma Great's car to Utah. Sam got car sick from watching the trees go by in the dark and lost what smallish amount he had in his tummy about an hour into it. The kids slept nicely through about Grand Junction and we made it to Payson with just enough time to change out of our traveling clothes and get to dinner!</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">We had a great time catching up playing with all the cousins for the rest of the day. Then, the sisters got together and planned a wild and crazy day of shopping for the next day! Lindy, Jill, Jennie and I decided to go Walmart to scope things out at about midnight. Lindy and Jill decided to stay all night at the lovely establishment whilst Jennie and I went home to sleep (12:45 am). The rest of the shopping party joined Lindy and Jill at about 4:30-45. We stayed out for the better part of the day! We went from Wallyworld to Shopko to Target to Toys R Us to the mall to Cafe Rio!!! Oh, Cafe Rio, I would go on many a crazy shopping day to enjoy a nice Pork burrito there. I went home to catch some zzzz's whilst the other ladies sallied forth with their elfish behavior. I think that night we went to Twilight, but then again, it could have been Saturday night. </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">Saturday morning we had a family Christmas Party where we had a knock down drag out Gingerbread House Decorating competition. It was fun! And Santa came. And kids cried. Not Sam though. He was content to avoid eye contact, grab his candy and get out. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291625854514139698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDtrL24FIUdQtgyM4MSjR6Vu9b5ZaK6xnivy96ucH0BTd7a1RKvRbX0nzU1jqVJZMP0ZCG_-uziNlgSEpDyxtINOriwLUeJ8AtOeDA8SlzAogDsZTKiscyVgvpsuu25Dt60rn7bBHt3Vm7/s200/Olivia's+Western+Day+Ginger+Bread+Houses+2008+026.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291625888862078530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXeJBnQlh3URDu4-tFJKGrdJynd0QU086YvT2yA6wa4GGEFEctRHcS5AP_0k5DRyy4C4LrQETKm_r6Z7HMKmj82ppGgYMpsBjPbmHrBPw5f_qgK2elbnBB0XmK70QfjcTv6wp_wQKrsnTW/s200/Olivia's+Western+Day+Ginger+Bread+Houses+2008+025.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">So, these are two of the very few pictures I took this weekend. What a bad scrapbooker I am.</span></p><div align="center">We went to church Sunday and drove home on Monday. It was a great, crazy, exhausting trip!</div>Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-50779790822893230922008-11-11T12:47:00.000-08:002008-11-11T14:03:55.202-08:00Tag, I'm it!My li'l sis Jen tagged me. I figure I'd be a nice sis and play along....<br /><br /><br /><br />8 TV shows I love to watch: lets hope the ones that are no longer 'on the air' count...<br /><br />1. ER<br />2. Heroes<br />3. The Backyardigans...they do have a few catchy tunes, you know.<br />4. American Idol. I never vote but I get mad when the likes of Sanjaya hang around for so long.<br />5. Full house. I just love how the nice cozy music comes on when the "learning moment" starts<br />6. Iron Chef: mostly I thank my lucky stars I'm not a judge so I don't have to eat the stuff.<br />7. Food Network Challenge, especially the cake ones<br />8. Ace of Cakes. It's the show I watch with Livs. Dubbed "The Cake Show" by her.<br /><br /><br /><br />8 Favorite Restaurants<br /><br /><br /><br />1. Los Hermanos. Oh, Utah, the food there comes in a close second on my list of things I miss the most.<br />2. Cafe Rio...I need pork. Must have PORK!!!<br />3. Daily Freeze. I'm a grilled cheese lover. Copying Jen here<br />4. The Cheesecake Factory. Currently seeking friends for a girls night out here.<br />5. Red Robin. Two words: Whiskey River...mmmmmm<br />6. Cafe Mom's....not a true restaurant, but I'd drive 8 hrs both ways to eat there!<br />7. Ottavio's/Tepenyaki/Glade's/Brand X Oh, Utah food, I will be there in 2 short weeks!<br />8. LaMar's Doghnut Shop. There are tables there and it thus qualifies as a restaurant. I love eating cinnamon rolls bigger than my head!<br /><br /><br /><br />8 Things that happened today<br /><br /><br /><br />1. I'm going to start my day at midnight. I woke up sure I was going to hurl. I didn't, but just as I was drifting off again....Emerson decided to join me in bed<br />2. Shower. Sam decided he needed one too. There's no talking this boy down in the early morning hours.<br />3. Dropped Aaron off at work<br />4. Took Sam to Preschool<br />5. Dropped books off at the library<br />6. Went to Target7. Visited a friend and explained to her she ought not use her phone when high on painkillers<br />8. finished my taxi?chef?mom duties and sat down for a break at the computer!<br /><br />8 things that I look forward to:<br /><br />1. THANKSGIVING!!<br />2. Bedtime<br />3. Christmas! Shopping and all. I started listening to Christmas music before Halloween!<br />4. Hearing Sam sing "I Love to See the Temple" So cute!<br />5. Getting a rockin hair cut from Jen Jen...Razor only, por favor!<br />6. Getting a few bushy eyebrows waxed by my hot sister. Start the wax a-heatin, sweet cheeks!<br />7. Twilight. Coming soon to a theater near you!<br />8. Sister's night out!<br /><br />8 Things on my wish list:<br />1. A trip to Disneyland<br />2. for the votes to be recounted and McCain to be the winner.<br />3. A hug and a kiss from my kiddos<br />4. To go on a trip somewhere tropical.<br />5. My personal Hairstylist to move to Colorady<br />6. I really want to find my drivers license and gym pass so I can go work out. Where ever they are, they're together!<br />7. to have a lifetime gift card to Gap.<br />8. To be gifted a beautiful fully furnished and decorated (to my liking, of course) house with a garden tub, a shower big enough to move in, and a maid.<br /><br />8 People I tag:Hmmm.. let's go with:<br />I tag 8 people who want to be tagged. If you haven't already done this, then tag, or not. However you're feeling. I won't be offended, I promise.Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-17881294346336705372008-11-02T19:27:00.000-08:002008-11-03T12:15:10.677-08:00Good Gravy! She's alive...and looking a bit off....<div align="center"> Happy Halloween, everyone! I've not been able to do a lot of Internet or computer things lately, so I've been lacking in the updates department. I am here to make amends and beg forgiveness with some darling pictures of a few really cute kids!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264269750398345522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtDYNMabRs-mv2fKmVsFr3sVqMXDgVGb7JKC8DUdZdUYcYFtTTh6ZrlFKgLEmlWnzNyiEa5miNmhJeHy9kLqiHwu3tBxmECrWoxy28isDBNmeGCpn4g_R809BL0h6EaTu5Y18_UTHPasE9/s200/Fall+2008+Halloween+Sam+Preschool+105.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Emerson wouldn't stand still for a picture-oh, wait, she just plain doesn't stand still at all! Today during Sacrament she lifted her hand as I was passing the water over her and gave me a nice little shower. Then, my father-in-law said something in his testimony about how he'd forgotten how hard <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">FHE</span> with 3 little ones was. Between the 2 events I had moms and dads alike telling me life would get easier! Hooray for ill behaving children!</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264269759750956962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS5v-Y76XnZ2IGfpJ2x7-34yS-uyK0GAcdcZOnurviZWX7QYsTwVOl9iYSv6c8b_sTyk213GtWHuFab44-zXg9KW49ng0y9_auvEdWZrfqKqa_tBsSyEjjh0fmdK5h21qx8OYJh0DPMznY/s200/Fall+2008+Halloween+Sam+Preschool+086.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"> Sam. He is such a handsome cowboy! He is really not a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">scrapbookers</span> child. He never looks directly into the camera. The lady in front of me, Sister Knight, turned around after Sacrament meeting was done and said, "He knows the agenda, doesn't he? He could conduct this meeting!" He's very vocal about when the bread and water should be arriving and just how soon afterwards he should be in Nursery. Do you think it would be wrong to take straight jackets and gags to church??</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264269766829894850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5w-UDmXamq_XaDeZX1WXZmkip4bf0a5UHrhXLgL4WkHZB98rH_Yv_quiKU9RloamFGA2mSZnJIHBRMwJyxplWCYBgNb5L5fuRwPR9sqv1RBYfXk4yMv3NcoYivgeCHqMRmJCbK6rXJLMF/s200/Fall+2008+Halloween+Sam+Preschool+098.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Olivia as a Pumpkin Fairy. Her whole Kindergarten class went on a parade through all the classrooms to show off their costumes. She is fairly well behaved. Her Primary teacher calls her his rock star because she is so well behaved in his class. She has a desk set up next door at Grandma <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Great's</span>. They work together, sorting and piling and going through papers. '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">GG</span>' loves to have her over because she is such a big helper. Why do children act so different around other people? Olive is a good girl, don't get me wrong...but she very rarely willingly cleans or does whatever I tell her to.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264269778412250226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW5TzRBKfNFwtiFIbwrv1Japr3bE5oBxyHNYMFZxFcE54YSLlHxP-_8BoGbIJtrJlWsVuON8zJHNqPfLINZAxYQZ5kro8ceHEf2EC6Q2EZchpSoBCvnyAU9LZDKHCokW_05O9eL4iQkvqG/s200/Fall+2008+Halloween+Sam+Preschool+102.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">I was thinking of going Goth or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Emo</span>....but I ended up Rock Star. </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264269781328144962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieHyiGPiEylf82L2M5MKv3hbbrbtNbRtd2chzoHsjSlJnX1OyGS311TMlNjrtNqNaR3uF_0mUpaTRnx4KmI-ty4zrKxfJke8GMiX3JkJ7HVvRwuaYkE4bRHys7ZLPjtVQFc4FR-cg7ZZl6/s200/Fall+2008+Halloween+Sam+Preschool+129.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">We went bowling after the Trunk or Treat. Aaron dressed up as a dad. Good costume, eh? </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264270499229208258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOLNYO0fo8a4i5UZsgPq5-JKooIqti0L_ik4bJiQmIRKztiK0b-L2aOCAyB3VQsFVYIksabZx1vuYp6gCMqORF8FTb_PBRCbTyYjLvCZRCQHkDK1eQSt1_9SF1W8ezJM0CIswsjOSiyp9F/s200/Fall+2008+Halloween+Sam+Preschool+132.jpg" border="0" /> Olive and me....Fairy Princess and Scary Fairy.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264270502484927026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9x8No7K3ny_9eYQ9vhzllketGbNvK2vDG2U7Sl3dTLa9ZDrj2rCzYDw6I06GqW8mn_KcA2yEnXe_9h33I-FJCJ-DicMM2AiX-8ltruxMw7IBo3KjJbbi-xT7XAOkJqoDVUFACKagQ0M93/s200/Fall+2008+Halloween+Sam+Preschool+134.jpg" border="0" /> My boys. I love 'em.<br /><br />Other stuff worth noting:</p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264523326115536162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUbmxxzazPJEQEwnlEhrmoS9ASoVRCzvmygWu1ijVlEjSO3qQ5A5dKMRCcLO-hPh3BdjcE9t15X5TrAPiaMGnhUF4UGGNZtycfBn-_qQzsp7VRgEqGT4Gb7abtqRImpZRYJeotFXQsoqb-/s200/Fall+2008+Halloween+Sam+Preschool+025.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">We moved. Emerson was an excellent help! I was packing up a box of blankets and Em decided it was an excellent bed. It took a while to convince her otherwise.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264524498263008098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5Nh86POQS56voPjBsYriNOJnLhFDPXXmFEU2P9fNk1G1RRz43B8JRx6KTKJD_B_vCeIgqiMFc1dr0c8S-G4hMceXWw63GATMf-oLcI2aHEzESsvqVFN32T0RXgOWvuf1MWjxVYuy1q_d/s200/Fall+2008+Halloween+Sam+Preschool+031.jpg" border="0" /><br />Emerson tried to declare that where ever the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Nesquik</span> went, so did she. We brought it with us for fear <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Emers</span> would not like storage.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264523345475056658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8j974fqaPzT-lamMLA3gh03Y2uuLWY1R4sHlE6oP93CniPp4LAbUulTKii_PQcEk1t3ve9KGmTfKEa2Bj_iXd7vC_xzRunfQgFrEcAHAbonIub9vvjI3MyL2FXiTtmsNRirYRd5AG1yHq/s200/Fall+2008+Halloween+Sam+Preschool+053.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Sam had Cowboy Day at Miss Patti's. We adore her!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264524495693707698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhBCUoId3Mm2CpNr9TIzi-KOz3qx9mLNhOw1cc4Nf1aCIV_oqBKzOH8Mks0rQCEDak2te7f50M0MXNqjFrwMVtnriw2vqxHND0LOkz_z6Tosf65VmmitsxCm8cDeanUgKEh9vlZ98vcIj-/s200/Fall+2008+Halloween+Sam+Preschool+029.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Olivia and her mad drawing skills.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264523355016666674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFd_tN7OTGANzSBzrIm3dn8LpDQK1DDDYw6Ud5OpSSFAAIROUZh3Ywv72ClaPcWhHcZQat3BIkG-mPw6QzrEZ5l-opibF8MeiOR3c5EU6sD59rHF_e2sr-c6TOkIdciCp8WcZ-QIEVEiN/s200/Fall+2008+Halloween+Sam+Preschool+070.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Blessed was the day Grandma Susan pulled out her costume boxes! Emerson had a blast plying in the necklaces.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264523946634265490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlpUAT-vbsBfbcIS-V6hpTHg1h1kGrhggUpMxbA38H-KNX0ipf5u2q8g9-q180LoOQLxf5k1cp7eJTsgi9zsJsR_NEGMbf7LaJ58LTtP9EShtn0Mj0nwTvpxBVv_61YHhdPhXJS9V8-4JK/s200/Fall+2008+Halloween+Sam+Preschool+059.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">We switched Olivia's school. She's now in a school that's much closer to me. Emerson doesn't care for the car so much. She screams BLOODY MURDER the whole way home. I am SO looking forward to 8 hours in the car with her come Thanksgiving!!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264523942145251362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQrU9lWCi5Hm3QCSeUQUygJ_eD7tI1t_IpSCAlqStXYQC8Xj7fZK1YBeltXWsCTOhrQUP66Z3ytiNYleuzqcnUKWLrCPAKlrJR4aO3o63n9KFxHaZsVnFQeg6c6IpNfi3hK12zVJvTLHzB/s200/Fall+2008+Halloween+Sam+Preschool+072.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Is it done yet?? I just like the picture....</p>Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-2496366627374847732008-09-19T14:07:00.000-07:002008-09-19T14:21:21.162-07:00My baby is going.....I had a first with Olivia the other day. The conversation started off the same as many others we've had daily the past couple of years:<br /><br /><span style="color:#339999;">Olivia: Mom, can I watch a show?<br />Me: Sure. Which one do you want to watch?</span><br /><br />This is where it gets a little different....<br /><br /><span style="color:#339999;">Olivia: How 'bout Hannah Montana or the Cheetah Girls?<br />Me: *GULP* I'm not sure if that's on right now, let's check....</span><br /><br />I swear yesterday all she wanted was Blue's Clues and Animal Planet shows. Just yesterday I tried watching Hannah Montana to see what it was all about. Just yesterday she told me Hannah Montana was boring and she didn't like it so can we please watch Growing Up? But, she wasn't in school then. She was in my little protective bubble....<br /><br />My brother in law posted this letter on our family site. It still gets me every time I read it. So go ahead, grab a tissue, and (for maybe the first time in your life) consider all the benefits of home schooling.<br /><br />Dear World:<br />I bequeath to you today one little girl ... in a crisp dress ... with two blue eyes ... and a happy laugh that ripples all day long and a flash of light blonde hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs. I trust you'll treat her well.<br /><br />She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning ... and skipping off down the street to her first day of school. And never again will she be completely mine. Prim and proud she'll wave her young and independent hand this morning and say "Good Bye"... and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse.<br /><br />Now she'll learn to stand in line ... and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called. She'll learn to tune her ears to the sounds of school-bells ... and deadlines ... and she'll learn to giggle ... and gossip ... and look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy across the aisle sticks out his tongue at her.<br /><br />And now she'll learn to be jealous. And now she'll learn how it is to feel hurt inside. And now she'll learn how not to cry.<br /><br />No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch steps on a summer day and watch an ant scurry across the crack in a sidewalk. Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn to kiss lilac blossoms in the morning dew. No, now she'll worry about important things.<br /><br />Like grades ... and which dress to wear ... and who's best friend is whose. And the magic of books and learning will replace the magic of her blocks and dolls.<br /><br />And now she'll find new heroes.<br /><br />For five full years now I've been her sage and Santa Claus and pal and playmate and parent and friend. Now she'll learn to share her worship with her teachers ... which is only right. But, no longer will I be the smartest person in the whole world.<br /><br />Today when that school bell rings for the first time ... she'll learn what it means to be a member of a group. With all it's privileges. And it's disadvantages too.<br /><br />She'll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud. Or kiss dogs. Or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms. Or even watch ants scurry across cracks in the summer sidewalk.<br /><br />Today she'll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. And I'll stand on the front porch and watch her start out on the long, lonely journey to become a woman.<br /><br />So, World. I bequeath to you today one little girl ... in a crisp dress ... with two blue eyes and a happy laugh that ripples all day long ... and a flash of light blonde hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs. I trust you'll treat her well.<br /><br />Sniffle, sniffle.Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-12832182978468543072008-09-10T07:50:00.000-07:002008-09-11T09:02:37.093-07:00Good Ol' Onion DaysI uploaded these pictures a little while ago, but i have not really been in the mood to blog about them. Don't get me wrong, I had an excellent time....I'm just tired and busy and going crazy and normal stuff like that. Well, on to the good stuff!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSno64L-CgeSmZSxJkrnSRmnyEvgIGbd-o65gT5sqgdSCMKI7tF1LGLMbVd4Ei_EtrQqod4FbBwnv_AK2jfI5gMjlAafuwQAUkemp0NjEbWhD8LS1togTpYn3m9VU6ALF2FTA5-UXlpsdh/s1600-h/Payson+Onion+Days+2008+059.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244407883217071586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSno64L-CgeSmZSxJkrnSRmnyEvgIGbd-o65gT5sqgdSCMKI7tF1LGLMbVd4Ei_EtrQqod4FbBwnv_AK2jfI5gMjlAafuwQAUkemp0NjEbWhD8LS1togTpYn3m9VU6ALF2FTA5-UXlpsdh/s320/Payson+Onion+Days+2008+059.jpg" border="0" /></a> The pictures are out of order, sorry, I'm not fixing it! Monday I ran my first 5k. I actually enjoyed myself! I ran it in 30:30. Not too shabby for a running hater. I am already looking forward to running another!<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb94dDq4PZVIL3IRrwF_gbKL3xjWL4ij860i4TiYPob6F5rYL9f9QeKTVkMViYesPdevCjlwWB6Aq1yU-KfeFNWbP7CIB8NMEpLMyJvXS9pzg9OL8yRwVu2cflArMM_WdnZAnKqKUjz4_z/s1600-h/Payson+Onion+Days+2008+083.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244407888562504946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb94dDq4PZVIL3IRrwF_gbKL3xjWL4ij860i4TiYPob6F5rYL9f9QeKTVkMViYesPdevCjlwWB6Aq1yU-KfeFNWbP7CIB8NMEpLMyJvXS9pzg9OL8yRwVu2cflArMM_WdnZAnKqKUjz4_z/s320/Payson+Onion+Days+2008+083.jpg" border="0" /></a> Emerson's first Carnival ride! She loved it! she had the cutest little grin on her face the whole time. When the Merry-Go Round stopped she threw a big <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ol</span>' kicking, screaming, back arching fit until her obedient father went to get more tickets. then , she clapped and smiled again....for 3 minutes.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5nGE_vF5MbH8A8mtDLCqSi0k8tEXAt8LTWhD3xzT58ly50Ugu79zvf20WZCXdvX-LI5c2IWk6ZMN-tKXzIwgNswlBIQKQk2fm7vYU1RMznLPfruSoJjdZcw8eteSp6Tft-ch5NDRy_S-h/s1600-h/Payson+Onion+Days+2008+095.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244407897228962642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5nGE_vF5MbH8A8mtDLCqSi0k8tEXAt8LTWhD3xzT58ly50Ugu79zvf20WZCXdvX-LI5c2IWk6ZMN-tKXzIwgNswlBIQKQk2fm7vYU1RMznLPfruSoJjdZcw8eteSp6Tft-ch5NDRy_S-h/s320/Payson+Onion+Days+2008+095.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Sambo</span> and the twins (Max and Chase) thought they were pretty cool in their big truck. Although, this truck, even if it were to scale, would have nothing on the trucks I see driving around Utah. I wounder how many of the drivers need ladders to get in??</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTq4owpJj7rwVDm0hQysMyFA1hOZegJZK8Btuugtg6AN95uATWlVr1F_D1PSG2vDT5hVAfXN_s-tV9eMHU2B33HiEilJAlM9O71ZXsJf8UFDwfo3On2NH0pAwiPQVdNE_YiU_H1JRlTjLd/s1600-h/Payson+Onion+Days+2008+070.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244407900359230930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTq4owpJj7rwVDm0hQysMyFA1hOZegJZK8Btuugtg6AN95uATWlVr1F_D1PSG2vDT5hVAfXN_s-tV9eMHU2B33HiEilJAlM9O71ZXsJf8UFDwfo3On2NH0pAwiPQVdNE_YiU_H1JRlTjLd/s320/Payson+Onion+Days+2008+070.jpg" border="0" /></a> Olivia with two of her favorite reasons to visit Utah, Gracie and Lauren. Megan isn't in this picture, but she absolutely adores her cousins.<br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW8kZz7uP1A6rNeI4ltSL2Rm_mCeOMUcBz1p_K-9RfPDuqfJpgRJnYAm1JKnvKhhks0LsuB5gDJnijrN1ZogS4ELvfo9CFwnUIMggmARHbRoS59b8tMpld7bWQ0I3M72zBxWKPo8ud0c6J/s1600-h/Payson+Onion+Days+2008+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244406199163961858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW8kZz7uP1A6rNeI4ltSL2Rm_mCeOMUcBz1p_K-9RfPDuqfJpgRJnYAm1JKnvKhhks0LsuB5gDJnijrN1ZogS4ELvfo9CFwnUIMggmARHbRoS59b8tMpld7bWQ0I3M72zBxWKPo8ud0c6J/s320/Payson+Onion+Days+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> He looks like a fire fighter in this picture! But not the kind of fire fighter that poses for those "Hot Fire Fighter" calendars. I don't think I'll recommend this profession to him. I'd rather he not be going into burning buildings. Why tempt fate?</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2FHF1mWzAG7wjf-1FeuxOfZa6GHpo4HhRQRKxhNetXSwOkSMyzOf6yGyB-thBx8IDjirU4m0aDv-HjZ-B3rYpmDFTkoekOOYVl8oFADXs1cgF3315mrYOkQYiTZfw0qfBjO7x6CvWWhdF/s1600-h/Payson+Onion+Days+2008+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244406204351589538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2FHF1mWzAG7wjf-1FeuxOfZa6GHpo4HhRQRKxhNetXSwOkSMyzOf6yGyB-thBx8IDjirU4m0aDv-HjZ-B3rYpmDFTkoekOOYVl8oFADXs1cgF3315mrYOkQYiTZfw0qfBjO7x6CvWWhdF/s320/Payson+Onion+Days+2008+025.jpg" border="0" /></a> Jen's work had a little shin dig Saturday night. The kiddos loved it. Liv made it about half way up the wall. She thought she was pretty cool!</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuLEf2BP47PanhpULIsbv8_ctZNcK1dTQRj3aImKI_d8fwZ6gNwRHw4yqhU3gCjI5oOYxMk2a023wPnlrrFjDgplIJzD6dx8InibZn7IMijYZ88HFyvWPe_73usi1WbRu-TwCnpcgWJM5R/s1600-h/Payson+Onion+Days+2008+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244406210657925778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuLEf2BP47PanhpULIsbv8_ctZNcK1dTQRj3aImKI_d8fwZ6gNwRHw4yqhU3gCjI5oOYxMk2a023wPnlrrFjDgplIJzD6dx8InibZn7IMijYZ88HFyvWPe_73usi1WbRu-TwCnpcgWJM5R/s320/Payson+Onion+Days+2008+033.jpg" border="0" /></a> Olivia and her personal stylist! Thanks for the cute haircuts and fun times, Jennica!</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9J3Q-aprUFMCu4vL0czYbfxKIhlPNU-IP6-dspskoOmI2OxxTOyT5r_SatNoZrQcqVHLeCXfXqecM0_A9-CKyz48jQ8IQJYQE7iDMPaf20euNn18kgjuJUQSjeR9Lf7fGP6LpecaGOmq/s1600-h/Payson+Onion+Days+2008+049.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244406213958876642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9J3Q-aprUFMCu4vL0czYbfxKIhlPNU-IP6-dspskoOmI2OxxTOyT5r_SatNoZrQcqVHLeCXfXqecM0_A9-CKyz48jQ8IQJYQE7iDMPaf20euNn18kgjuJUQSjeR9Lf7fGP6LpecaGOmq/s320/Payson+Onion+Days+2008+049.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ahem...."she's a maniac, MANIAC on the floor...and she's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">diggin</span>' like she's never dug before..." To answer any questions that might be in your heads...Aaron was in charge of both her and the camera. While I am generally not too terribly opposed to my children digging in the dirt, I prefer they don't do it in their cute clothes.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmRAmKjkcDRBosc_fUAb3Uc2E3c-k8qjaxeVptKGV2aG-nM5ZEoeAPNlH7j1EelgsyO2rBvaWkLZSj67DQN8a005H0vwVczshZjd362frjGt7l-0__j-GBmJgje-fbFPvBnpqtjbElGDz/s1600-h/Payson+Onion+Days+2008+043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244406217869178290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmRAmKjkcDRBosc_fUAb3Uc2E3c-k8qjaxeVptKGV2aG-nM5ZEoeAPNlH7j1EelgsyO2rBvaWkLZSj67DQN8a005H0vwVczshZjd362frjGt7l-0__j-GBmJgje-fbFPvBnpqtjbElGDz/s320/Payson+Onion+Days+2008+043.jpg" border="0" /></a> Olivia, and her version of cotton mouth, with my sister in law, Ashley. </p><p>We had a great time visiting family. Sure, it got a little (or A LOT) rainy here and there, but I'd run through more <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">torrential</span> down pours in the middle of the Band Concert and Parade to hang out with my family any time!<br /><br /></p>Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536815530195160436.post-39023550209337734872008-08-30T13:55:00.000-07:002008-08-31T18:13:10.221-07:00Here Ya Go Jan<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg54uXf3FozbSapS5IjzZfEttDZFfEk4wGwes53qS_JjGfuRoOsC-0RLEgOv0uvU21_ccnd1GkQ2wTVDrYMt1RPg2_pwozDzbYyfp9P76F3RPaO_UgpZ2UY4BvZNVkEVQ4YFwsYXxe1YAhU/s1600-h/shel's+hair.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240854711701593202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg54uXf3FozbSapS5IjzZfEttDZFfEk4wGwes53qS_JjGfuRoOsC-0RLEgOv0uvU21_ccnd1GkQ2wTVDrYMt1RPg2_pwozDzbYyfp9P76F3RPaO_UgpZ2UY4BvZNVkEVQ4YFwsYXxe1YAhU/s320/shel's+hair.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />No....it's not a wig....Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13281654771086874528noreply@blogger.com7