tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82533188232166758262024-03-04T20:57:35.904-08:00ERIN & WILLErinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.comBlogger154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-38277247050367036462010-09-02T13:43:00.000-07:002010-09-02T14:33:37.943-07:00Summer RecapSummer 2010 was busy but lots of fun. Here are some of the highlights:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Seaside, Oregon - 4th of July</span><br /><br />got lost on the way down there and I think we cirlcled around the city of Raymond 3 times before we made it to Oregon, it was colder than we expected it to be, Reed and Mom accidentally saw my bare arse (thanks to Reed accidentally flipping up my skirt), lots of smores and sticky fingers, huddling in the tent that was intended to protect dad from the sun on the beach but instead protected us from the cold and rain, most amazing firework show any of us had seen<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBakS67GumiXfbHiggd5nw0BTBGQdC6ccSO_Y7HD6_FsL8MAPks7tak7z_T3oszMw-PAhIesR3gb7F3zliiWq7apqU7j8kSupz79trbZC-0H9fHlOJwSYBj0_rwtKJVBltwF6YuwATbhs/s1600/photo8.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBakS67GumiXfbHiggd5nw0BTBGQdC6ccSO_Y7HD6_FsL8MAPks7tak7z_T3oszMw-PAhIesR3gb7F3zliiWq7apqU7j8kSupz79trbZC-0H9fHlOJwSYBj0_rwtKJVBltwF6YuwATbhs/s320/photo8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512427596905317634" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgQycTdPwOqv-TxCP5w6MCHbkLoN82wyUNT4ABlkuy-zbkIO2k022MMfG7_aUWosx2S0eZEZFLBWudKg6kA3XZbOqnVFNmj_R1u_BY9uyoTDthCRNc7DWn-6P3SAo82n0T7H3LtWJgBo/s1600/seaside.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9zCnHdkLJL-wHY3Ycpc_C8ZFKGfejDBgbLlSK9XIdgD5LVYF4-D-zLs_mFyBqXOSJBd2tvx8_o43C5VIXd88MQMA-4a8Kb7pAK70qX_xtsLkI83aUkCohexzeCvx8403qECGr0uZNUns/s320/august+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512420971850559634" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtD8lQFw0juTr_9Qrb5Bx9WzxlJL7IVMLL2YDL5uSIvAUaTWLA58Bjraq6xfGLG1awbn0l34cRzXi3i2xK9duaQ3psJ3goYtnRC7IPPa0a8emp_RmJJKeejd-_bx7m-KroWAQVsDWOej0/s1600/august+038.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtD8lQFw0juTr_9Qrb5Bx9WzxlJL7IVMLL2YDL5uSIvAUaTWLA58Bjraq6xfGLG1awbn0l34cRzXi3i2xK9duaQ3psJ3goYtnRC7IPPa0a8emp_RmJJKeejd-_bx7m-KroWAQVsDWOej0/s320/august+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512420959450278706" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ox0Wa-ircWOYdESU30zV6vEZKm9P5BQo1xQ6gYBwbn62sot90TNtSz2p0azZZcjRMsQrU-QBSsggdH61g_K3mnKGWkFgcbIPP-FjR5_RIgUK6gBepjHUgiGlwIxwEcxw3c27Gcja8l0/s1600/august+047.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ox0Wa-ircWOYdESU30zV6vEZKm9P5BQo1xQ6gYBwbn62sot90TNtSz2p0azZZcjRMsQrU-QBSsggdH61g_K3mnKGWkFgcbIPP-FjR5_RIgUK6gBepjHUgiGlwIxwEcxw3c27Gcja8l0/s320/august+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512420955448305106" border="0" /></a>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-58518186625301920222010-06-28T13:38:00.000-07:002010-06-28T13:52:38.795-07:00Georgetown Music FestivalThis weekend Will and I went to the Georgetown Music Festival. We met up with Antonella and Casey and some other friends there too. There was lots of music, art and other random stuff.<br /><br /><br />Some lady had her poor dogs dressed up. I felt bad for them but let Will pet them anyway. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdpzibzPPzDBIT9w_ePxws6VAGfNcTDSul-TY-h5Kgr5F0moTdJW59-bXJUlFv37nNsV14_ihv5-HtYP4jzF4io2DEyCkDdyfmuNCmBsKTtWv3hlUXnA6vSWFzZdXEfaKwlYf0ERMmtt0/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdpzibzPPzDBIT9w_ePxws6VAGfNcTDSul-TY-h5Kgr5F0moTdJW59-bXJUlFv37nNsV14_ihv5-HtYP4jzF4io2DEyCkDdyfmuNCmBsKTtWv3hlUXnA6vSWFzZdXEfaKwlYf0ERMmtt0/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487927635730123458" border="0" /></a>Will played a few carnival games that they had there. He won a couple normal things like a plastic bug and a little dinosaur that grows when you put it in water... and he always won a flask!?! Who gives a kid a flask! He asked what it was and I told him he could use it for juice. Uhhhh....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUNOCr0DFsu4aJm3KXhAFKSSFYl35rPG9R9YyyCpkmhoD9syvIv4PgnBQa682RfMANTAMbweSwWJWlEnEZIIKD9QWmgHqvSYMtRV6BP6a5wjTmgE7eKRNIfjrF4RcNAq8bnr4fj9MwSlo/s1600/photo1.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUNOCr0DFsu4aJm3KXhAFKSSFYl35rPG9R9YyyCpkmhoD9syvIv4PgnBQa682RfMANTAMbweSwWJWlEnEZIIKD9QWmgHqvSYMtRV6BP6a5wjTmgE7eKRNIfjrF4RcNAq8bnr4fj9MwSlo/s320/photo1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487927627703769730" border="0" /></a>Casey and Will spotted a funky little spot that sold cookies, so we bought some cookies, each one about the size of Will's (very large) head. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi96np71bBkbPUCR1RMZjEmg334N0rA3pAt7aOnG3OeSWde9j3hWtqXgHWSAXB7IwANqCSPtnRHTnPiYnnIzSvXICYvbbc7tgABSJvMEWnlfm5tFVfw9-m2_J1AwbSqYDTwWbFthIGwbiA/s1600/photo3.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi96np71bBkbPUCR1RMZjEmg334N0rA3pAt7aOnG3OeSWde9j3hWtqXgHWSAXB7IwANqCSPtnRHTnPiYnnIzSvXICYvbbc7tgABSJvMEWnlfm5tFVfw9-m2_J1AwbSqYDTwWbFthIGwbiA/s320/photo3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487927619758834178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BcjORhhhU4VVmqMoPtVEW9d1xQizg7LKHZrhbkE3a5P8u6jroU2HtT5Z4NYDWE5Q-elNl_k_jHseyTve8FewHAhEB8B4aBinz1m5s0gjX0KMpy1TSriyizVID09KF7HQ-3qAu5ZPsfA/s1600/photo4.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BcjORhhhU4VVmqMoPtVEW9d1xQizg7LKHZrhbkE3a5P8u6jroU2HtT5Z4NYDWE5Q-elNl_k_jHseyTve8FewHAhEB8B4aBinz1m5s0gjX0KMpy1TSriyizVID09KF7HQ-3qAu5ZPsfA/s320/photo4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487927617689340690" border="0" /></a>I thought this little musical family was cute, but I hope they dont always dress like that. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCR7ra2tabwiXLGtq2owz0-u-NEtOHrpQwfolnQLcu3lB5fn3_WNUoCj32B6xoqpTguzhaNZFJpckrbAamrwkNveCAZlLdgD5bwkv7bwkw3gC4uPBcOjSbrC7xG5KZeKQFlGrb_ShP8wU/s1600/photo5.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCR7ra2tabwiXLGtq2owz0-u-NEtOHrpQwfolnQLcu3lB5fn3_WNUoCj32B6xoqpTguzhaNZFJpckrbAamrwkNveCAZlLdgD5bwkv7bwkw3gC4uPBcOjSbrC7xG5KZeKQFlGrb_ShP8wU/s320/photo5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487927371567015810" border="0" /></a>We took a little rest and people watched. Can you tell from Caseys face that there was some interesting people watching? Also notice how his camera is pointed out, discreetly taking pictures of random people. lol.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3tVnWdAgXp1TaUAxiF5z7IhEuSD5Y2rlwEB86Enjr2mz1u8OaY9mcVIGsrn6UKrO8D6HeHcWzd-E3GHWBqVrqQ_ZKpplEOMtOm-dKo9Y7MWeJI67hwB3tMnNEWX_0awYth_HnYwUoOo/s1600/photo6.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3tVnWdAgXp1TaUAxiF5z7IhEuSD5Y2rlwEB86Enjr2mz1u8OaY9mcVIGsrn6UKrO8D6HeHcWzd-E3GHWBqVrqQ_ZKpplEOMtOm-dKo9Y7MWeJI67hwB3tMnNEWX_0awYth_HnYwUoOo/s320/photo6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487927356118845154" border="0" /></a>Will had a great time and didn't even complain about having to walk around so much. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQxnQEb_Lh7n5ud8dRxfn3Xv3-FvcDygg8sauFohnT1mXQ6888rHxggqY7B4COPpQ4f5g96aMs4M8AAQSLSeKs4TdfysYZQRJRcsc48s2dOY7CNefp2BT68RoiQdTX-HcRO10q-ibddUo/s1600/photo7.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQxnQEb_Lh7n5ud8dRxfn3Xv3-FvcDygg8sauFohnT1mXQ6888rHxggqY7B4COPpQ4f5g96aMs4M8AAQSLSeKs4TdfysYZQRJRcsc48s2dOY7CNefp2BT68RoiQdTX-HcRO10q-ibddUo/s320/photo7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487927351817681362" border="0" /></a>This is Maddie. Will has a big crush on her. She is Antonella's niece. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9wK7stHwqC9D7N9o1_MGGJfOfrc06SRsT9fa9Utc0-L-318p7jmWF2ntJUzEDisnZhm_IxhS0GioKZ2xTiSBckjx3X3dMKcvrZyNDQsQeZayEJQz-BXMaSJr7qjluwObgymMhb5vOswo/s1600/photo9.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9wK7stHwqC9D7N9o1_MGGJfOfrc06SRsT9fa9Utc0-L-318p7jmWF2ntJUzEDisnZhm_IxhS0GioKZ2xTiSBckjx3X3dMKcvrZyNDQsQeZayEJQz-BXMaSJr7qjluwObgymMhb5vOswo/s320/photo9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487927348147155362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK-pMpk4gOheX1XRbqWOf3Dx7tiDOeqOEDCMgjcKovd359eqWhdSjguHpdQ_t0b3mFgXlw7nszd1l9uEek5S1YD-cZojTIz0K6F9rgCclze-ULg3ebFjHojNSi7Kvgt1ZjbkUPVGCutRs/s1600/photo8.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK-pMpk4gOheX1XRbqWOf3Dx7tiDOeqOEDCMgjcKovd359eqWhdSjguHpdQ_t0b3mFgXlw7nszd1l9uEek5S1YD-cZojTIz0K6F9rgCclze-ULg3ebFjHojNSi7Kvgt1ZjbkUPVGCutRs/s320/photo8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487927327444157970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdmFTz1cj679U-hfoI0NEDKNyW3957viHtX_W1ywSRUznSRB6faXoKm_96vgu8SfVVt4y8D5dXfmJct_ouoH2X7hOdb4wu3LMsBq391clJhL2dS3ND2UCIe8nkolxokCK6Id4k937GrtY/s1600/photo10.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdmFTz1cj679U-hfoI0NEDKNyW3957viHtX_W1ywSRUznSRB6faXoKm_96vgu8SfVVt4y8D5dXfmJct_ouoH2X7hOdb4wu3LMsBq391clJhL2dS3ND2UCIe8nkolxokCK6Id4k937GrtY/s320/photo10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487926984455476050" border="0" /></a>Ryan, Antonella's brother-in-law was preforming at the festival, which is the main reason why we went. His show was great, and we enjoyed being right up front by the stage. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivJf5V-RDGgwUmd0u9fPmDJqgO5i650QqT1WFUyVMTYKsIdIp0kFHfNNCIgOgiRXvtyJr6cHMCawmVTcNmF_Fc4gtKuejCnPnUmjAmStAlXPPlekFmPdRYD5NkY_3Tg1XJWpLTQtZy7vA/s1600/photo11.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivJf5V-RDGgwUmd0u9fPmDJqgO5i650QqT1WFUyVMTYKsIdIp0kFHfNNCIgOgiRXvtyJr6cHMCawmVTcNmF_Fc4gtKuejCnPnUmjAmStAlXPPlekFmPdRYD5NkY_3Tg1XJWpLTQtZy7vA/s320/photo11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487926976077945666" border="0" /></a>Will loved it and totally danced and grooved to the music! I dont know if Will realized how cool it was since he just thinks of Ryan as Maddies dad. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTIV1xpxsnBcQJaJFtlTF6qqEhrGrrNoHrRb5J9tpXU5gvpZGdhMd_mYxkCIJLxHdyNIve6_UXFYv7_003V8OvH5icVc-n5WDXRY66ctOBpy19s8LFCHXAsi5srxkLQYeBQZD4w5VTtH4/s1600/photo12.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTIV1xpxsnBcQJaJFtlTF6qqEhrGrrNoHrRb5J9tpXU5gvpZGdhMd_mYxkCIJLxHdyNIve6_UXFYv7_003V8OvH5icVc-n5WDXRY66ctOBpy19s8LFCHXAsi5srxkLQYeBQZD4w5VTtH4/s320/photo12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487926969794001026" border="0" /></a>Sorry the pictures are blurry, they are from my phone. Love this one though. Will's got his hands up to the music and Ryan is right above him. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiod65xU8zTYpSIOlj0cz_TcktF-T_0T-BDSY2xtXhsgTalXlEhGIVDRRSfB2JqKUppsPUipzrgy12TUq8gu-3b5-X7IpLNRf2Srd3vylq3yVjWjzM6N6nf4sot1QIfqTNW27fhxGkqRQo/s1600/photo13.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiod65xU8zTYpSIOlj0cz_TcktF-T_0T-BDSY2xtXhsgTalXlEhGIVDRRSfB2JqKUppsPUipzrgy12TUq8gu-3b5-X7IpLNRf2Srd3vylq3yVjWjzM6N6nf4sot1QIfqTNW27fhxGkqRQo/s320/photo13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487926959507625906" border="0" /></a>We had a great time, and by the time I pulled out of the parking lot Will was already out. He was a great sport about the long day and had a blast. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoPPiJPi2VHu7tz-voKW-bHZZ8ErGhp-hLU925BmXuukZggclSNEvM1YDdiFyvXOrUGYNKZDG9rdhP-fc6U1ChDnsrJsNVp6nnmzll5eqZIR2nUjhXBaFhdnf1E7XPjcVIX1yFDN14rII/s1600/photo14.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoPPiJPi2VHu7tz-voKW-bHZZ8ErGhp-hLU925BmXuukZggclSNEvM1YDdiFyvXOrUGYNKZDG9rdhP-fc6U1ChDnsrJsNVp6nnmzll5eqZIR2nUjhXBaFhdnf1E7XPjcVIX1yFDN14rII/s320/photo14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487926949754073218" border="0" /></a>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-20615782521570711422010-06-08T12:49:00.000-07:002010-06-08T13:01:41.413-07:00Preschool GraduationPreschool graduation didn't go quite like we hoped it would. All was wonderful... except for the weather. It was very, very rainy. The graduation was supposed to be an outside ceremony followed by a barbecue, but of course there were some last minute changes. For the ceremony we were still mostly outside. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUqP6EVT1caOSZoOnIgQXiNpZlpD0s8mnlZUQheZor83PNF0eDocJvRYwPIy0FD80G-QjkC_2wO9W2zmmk0XMcvtU5CGVdHiIHuIc9p7LxDPb12aBVYbrH_fWIyZgYzqrbsA0hi2kdDo/s1600/may+006.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUqP6EVT1caOSZoOnIgQXiNpZlpD0s8mnlZUQheZor83PNF0eDocJvRYwPIy0FD80G-QjkC_2wO9W2zmmk0XMcvtU5CGVdHiIHuIc9p7LxDPb12aBVYbrH_fWIyZgYzqrbsA0hi2kdDo/s320/may+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480495003637910642" border="0" /></a>The kids were under a breeze way, but the parents were to be standing in the grass. Some canopies were set up to protect us from the rain but there wasn't enough room for everyone, so some of us were under umbrellas. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-7iT79Y8rTaQayOXDDpkpwyawYMc2lV807XU_WzS3Hj5l7sAGqATGH0FIyGkVnNO647APAvwPOhfw2YohbGqgMk5b5Es1S3Sx931_W0Uj5az2Po9deqaRIUJKA3hQydV6pKIf-2L-OQ/s1600/may+019.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-7iT79Y8rTaQayOXDDpkpwyawYMc2lV807XU_WzS3Hj5l7sAGqATGH0FIyGkVnNO647APAvwPOhfw2YohbGqgMk5b5Es1S3Sx931_W0Uj5az2Po9deqaRIUJKA3hQydV6pKIf-2L-OQ/s320/may+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480494995664871554" border="0" /></a>It was cold and wet, but the kids didn't seem to mind. Will was so happy and proud and was constantly smiling. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTTK7VgSkNBTALHq28RGyno3q2wJFDZou4eaJXjdU0hloKK-2JYFmIYfwWwXbmSSPOM08Tohm2LgAGgwh1z2IjvYDfw_hAzgzMQqBY9JNGgH8WpKXXi1htnqL48cLSKQWMCGzL7PpG1-w/s1600/may+021.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTTK7VgSkNBTALHq28RGyno3q2wJFDZou4eaJXjdU0hloKK-2JYFmIYfwWwXbmSSPOM08Tohm2LgAGgwh1z2IjvYDfw_hAzgzMQqBY9JNGgH8WpKXXi1htnqL48cLSKQWMCGzL7PpG1-w/s320/may+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480494985773488690" border="0" /></a>After the kids sang some songs and the diplomas were handed out we all headed for shelter inside the preschool where the kids played for a bit and we had some snacks. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL_5R4R_6XvF90N6Lefp_yEel_F4JvdlQFRYQYnygGjxZNGJeesqfoG_uVfxEEqB_wSbVrE1NPqyUQvBwp2CHYKPr62TlAaJUp9TWRcAezi9JrGNw1M-XBpe7xnQZ7lUAIA_B9c9w1v5c/s1600/may+024.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL_5R4R_6XvF90N6Lefp_yEel_F4JvdlQFRYQYnygGjxZNGJeesqfoG_uVfxEEqB_wSbVrE1NPqyUQvBwp2CHYKPr62TlAaJUp9TWRcAezi9JrGNw1M-XBpe7xnQZ7lUAIA_B9c9w1v5c/s320/may+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480494967446702818" border="0" /></a>The teachers had made a great photo album as a gift for each of the kids. Each childs photo album had pictures of them from throughout the school year. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL1k14KJboRdszCat1CMwnGbxKFjS3zG1xMc-ecwivdz0xj9fs2EzOAFqLMAVvfUJNE1mf4KQqobXHRXbOUPasx1yNPnAZOFkO04obPikpH-lvemtTTFBlh6CksIIxnG7IDfXZhGh-AJs/s1600/may+036.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL1k14KJboRdszCat1CMwnGbxKFjS3zG1xMc-ecwivdz0xj9fs2EzOAFqLMAVvfUJNE1mf4KQqobXHRXbOUPasx1yNPnAZOFkO04obPikpH-lvemtTTFBlh6CksIIxnG7IDfXZhGh-AJs/s320/may+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480494974648498546" border="0" /></a> Will will miss his friends over the summer break, but he'll be back to the same school next year.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-78269468940144920862010-05-26T16:16:00.000-07:002010-05-26T16:45:31.402-07:00Mariners gameLast friday I took some of my favorite guys to the Mariners game with our company tickets. Dad, Reed and I had a great time once we got to the game. Meeting up before the game was a little bit complicated. Reed was going to be coming from the University, and Dad would be coming from work. To make things even more interesting Reeds cell phone was dead so we wouldn't be able to call to meet up with each other. I talked to him on gchat earlier that day and told him to meet us at Dad's office and that I would pick them both up there. I gave him the bus route number and we decided on a time that we could all be there. Will and I drove into Seattle and we were supposed to meet Dad and Reed outside of the building that Dad works in and I would pull over and they would jump in. As I approached the intersection before the Dad's building I saw Reed crossing the street. I waved at him as he was looking directly at us. No reaction. I waved more and honked the horn. Still no reaction. I yelled <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"Reed, get in the car"</span> while waving. Finally he seemed to notice who I was, but still wasn't getting in the car. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"GET IN."</span> Once he got in the car he told me. <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> "I saw you waving, but I recognized the car before I recognized you. At first I just thought to my self 'I hope that crazy lady isn't waving at me!'" </span> Ha! Thanks Reed! We then called Dad who met up with us moments later.<br /><br />Will loved the game. He was yelling and cheering the whole time. "Big hit, big hit!" or "Strike out, strike out!" He must have been the Mariners lucky charm because they won 15 to 8!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmhdnL7c8VHrqPdOVYm-516wJxB7PdqVfiqt0MAZn3UdmdkjjzG07oYlpZAv0VAvsCkaokaTa_UCoEqIaveK6aFFdZwQjhl8sDncopi_K6jre23f5_Ska8PvP_4GHl0qM9otIUi8rT-Wc/s1600/mariners+006.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmhdnL7c8VHrqPdOVYm-516wJxB7PdqVfiqt0MAZn3UdmdkjjzG07oYlpZAv0VAvsCkaokaTa_UCoEqIaveK6aFFdZwQjhl8sDncopi_K6jre23f5_Ska8PvP_4GHl0qM9otIUi8rT-Wc/s320/mariners+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475728091603098482" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicxT26u6MjsdiBvcQTvAaYVko_VBBliHi7CIuQk3SqbNxYFCezpQRLoPirtJUhHHjWLRes66e_xfa_X0QMew6QXJvldbCgxskx6oy4V_u-wn5UJnBN2ljWJ1lbeaxVYv-299obnLg9D6M/s1600/mariners+009.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicxT26u6MjsdiBvcQTvAaYVko_VBBliHi7CIuQk3SqbNxYFCezpQRLoPirtJUhHHjWLRes66e_xfa_X0QMew6QXJvldbCgxskx6oy4V_u-wn5UJnBN2ljWJ1lbeaxVYv-299obnLg9D6M/s320/mariners+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475728107611996354" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9JruJ8vKGln-cPbsOvD2kQeG67DW-NEsmQhbjRk8wVCw2Cz1HGCkC5g4qjRC1Ld3LWDOxr1JI3l2MGGjWR0_et08Q0vSHantnr-dzYDO-rjlAiUQpFSMAiuzqluTH-c4nDskEBJuXAiw/s1600/mariners+021.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9JruJ8vKGln-cPbsOvD2kQeG67DW-NEsmQhbjRk8wVCw2Cz1HGCkC5g4qjRC1Ld3LWDOxr1JI3l2MGGjWR0_et08Q0vSHantnr-dzYDO-rjlAiUQpFSMAiuzqluTH-c4nDskEBJuXAiw/s320/mariners+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475728115979952546" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqvEz6NkKRpuzu385QQ08U4qFqxo5aikezPGlCFuYxbN7DCWgen0jbnPC_5LCAOEzDl6w92t3fJnKLI5zD5B9t7FaCQkW9VgZJ6HrU_d6br330h1tL_a2CbDIcgfGOE8Ow0i5ACoX6pdk/s1600/mariners+005.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqvEz6NkKRpuzu385QQ08U4qFqxo5aikezPGlCFuYxbN7DCWgen0jbnPC_5LCAOEzDl6w92t3fJnKLI5zD5B9t7FaCQkW9VgZJ6HrU_d6br330h1tL_a2CbDIcgfGOE8Ow0i5ACoX6pdk/s320/mariners+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475728080140995378" border="0" /></a>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-67952604301489310992010-05-26T16:02:00.000-07:002010-05-26T16:16:35.835-07:00Woodland Park ZooThe other day we went to the Woodland Park Zoo. We bought memberships, so I'm sure we will be there more often this year. <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwV-Y-luSdIsuMCyPI7j_WqwOsMie9BWECpSun69mVQABEOCaIjf4MmZ9DPXA038MfuXyHchz282qL6YSxksLFUcjnSbrQAEivp-UvVbg7LHOPrUMKoh097Ib1bmUqe9CXH0LaLzEpOpM/s1600/2010+313.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwV-Y-luSdIsuMCyPI7j_WqwOsMie9BWECpSun69mVQABEOCaIjf4MmZ9DPXA038MfuXyHchz282qL6YSxksLFUcjnSbrQAEivp-UvVbg7LHOPrUMKoh097Ib1bmUqe9CXH0LaLzEpOpM/s320/2010+313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475720086075312642" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTj7O5mh-hcM7_ogOBSLa9Lo_G8MaYIP83o6J9M7jZ8YikJhpdE99qxWuP25SFHCChtxptRF4vmDjETlwyudyq6iw0Y-HGu8sYU3tuOmxs0ngKPv59-OzLSsJbT2BiOlVlIN5hlWK-Gwk/s1600/2010+314.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTj7O5mh-hcM7_ogOBSLa9Lo_G8MaYIP83o6J9M7jZ8YikJhpdE99qxWuP25SFHCChtxptRF4vmDjETlwyudyq6iw0Y-HGu8sYU3tuOmxs0ngKPv59-OzLSsJbT2BiOlVlIN5hlWK-Gwk/s320/2010+314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475719742346909762" border="0" /></a>My favorite part of the day was when we went in a place that was full of birds. You could buy seeds on a stick for $1 and then the birds would come sit on you and eat off of the stick. When a bird first landed on Brynn she completely freaked out. Unfortunately I didn't have my camera ready. She did better with it once her daddy was holding her. <br /><br />Will did great and loved having the birds sit on his hands to eat off of the stick. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSVHaD99-DYDkpg0hPyk6y_OrQTM36OfA8qdp6H-Q9LIBxhRQjk7hGUSvQGKc2bMKWDQVU9pCPgb_C6D9TA-wV3y8PjT2Ik-k6Tqnr3zTi2NyhiaxFWR1Jq7t597f8ch3rzUiC7CdjKnY/s1600/2010+326.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSVHaD99-DYDkpg0hPyk6y_OrQTM36OfA8qdp6H-Q9LIBxhRQjk7hGUSvQGKc2bMKWDQVU9pCPgb_C6D9TA-wV3y8PjT2Ik-k6Tqnr3zTi2NyhiaxFWR1Jq7t597f8ch3rzUiC7CdjKnY/s320/2010+326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475720765284219362" border="0" /></a><br />The birds really liked Joel.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXs8_GUvC2RpwiGg3zxXRUOjR9rfqcycSgsM4HYJ4xWv-F1muqsXtrzPABO0qWtestaJJQ7_KQ5qpQtasTShQiWSVlq7CKEIRANddiREQzejDyfrbN0HxMre4WDs68PIqetD671o3ySGA/s1600/2010+332.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXs8_GUvC2RpwiGg3zxXRUOjR9rfqcycSgsM4HYJ4xWv-F1muqsXtrzPABO0qWtestaJJQ7_KQ5qpQtasTShQiWSVlq7CKEIRANddiREQzejDyfrbN0HxMre4WDs68PIqetD671o3ySGA/s320/2010+332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475719719537009554" border="0" /></a>Will and I in the bird house<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFyg1WsQF-7K5AaX9bMSY_9l_9Yjqcp3UQ8M593eMYi3ynUV8eSNAC9SlhTGvYmMHJTtjEbYYmaT8WgNGzXhNqwYxz4G1KqxRYgKBmEulohDyeR5QU_xb2oJnWLzwJWBTbuzP2RM3ETs4/s1600/2010+334.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFyg1WsQF-7K5AaX9bMSY_9l_9Yjqcp3UQ8M593eMYi3ynUV8eSNAC9SlhTGvYmMHJTtjEbYYmaT8WgNGzXhNqwYxz4G1KqxRYgKBmEulohDyeR5QU_xb2oJnWLzwJWBTbuzP2RM3ETs4/s320/2010+334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475719001939042978" border="0" /></a>Joel and Brynn watching the penguins.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg72jJ4S2KmaQ_eJezwf9-D14JJAuetTBpF_3XxZ0M3q0Gv5rxeKYDxeV_PWacdWyvzg-X7i4DZ6gSIg_SMYMbbWyjapxQCIPKOCK068uYJFueHVEqUsCUx74tNwyoaxz5wVWM8eu6E6js/s1600/2010+348.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg72jJ4S2KmaQ_eJezwf9-D14JJAuetTBpF_3XxZ0M3q0Gv5rxeKYDxeV_PWacdWyvzg-X7i4DZ6gSIg_SMYMbbWyjapxQCIPKOCK068uYJFueHVEqUsCUx74tNwyoaxz5wVWM8eu6E6js/s320/2010+348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475718990455034306" border="0" /></a>Will was so brave and got to pet a snake!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Jl9Ma1TMpvJfP6H0-5uFXKB7TIshHV7yXKdqsFP7TkcxQNXOB1SZVJFHAimdx1kDXvLSkFz9MK5KBxX1Dlx4iI4fPu6OJTR99JwHxyJi8jbODrcomR8omE2zaeNaMN2n-IN1iWuWdJ4/s1600/2010+352.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Jl9Ma1TMpvJfP6H0-5uFXKB7TIshHV7yXKdqsFP7TkcxQNXOB1SZVJFHAimdx1kDXvLSkFz9MK5KBxX1Dlx4iI4fPu6OJTR99JwHxyJi8jbODrcomR8omE2zaeNaMN2n-IN1iWuWdJ4/s320/2010+352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475718983796986930" border="0" /></a>Brynn wanted to touch the snake like Will did, but this is as close as she got.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhl3bjsgD8ee6ek2sJujEoF_Cp7Dzn66DhtBXUKk4Ng4nihy9mu9ZXNksm6ImA6HZIsFfXqleVPkelwZNoDAKiX-JTExnRjOPQDYX35RnkWYMCpRhKxfIJvV5z81yOWiVzwweh3TRJJi4/s1600/2010+353.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhl3bjsgD8ee6ek2sJujEoF_Cp7Dzn66DhtBXUKk4Ng4nihy9mu9ZXNksm6ImA6HZIsFfXqleVPkelwZNoDAKiX-JTExnRjOPQDYX35RnkWYMCpRhKxfIJvV5z81yOWiVzwweh3TRJJi4/s320/2010+353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475718965508765474" border="0" /></a>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-76185321607483157992010-05-26T15:48:00.001-07:002010-05-26T16:02:52.916-07:00Mom's Day at PreschoolThe other Day I took the day off of work so that I could attend "Mom's Day at Preschool" Will was a lucky boy and had both me and grandma (my mom) there with him. All of the kids were so proud to have their mom's there. It was a fun morning.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO5YcJqHKaZTYPm9Bu9JY3I8Cucb4MQy-eR-MArLou4ecEPtPwJRQe19JLDVdF7QrWQadnz827XX6nUatCPuoivY1QtsN-MOqo5pqOwPLZgipUd4soUKDbO8hS770qguqY6T-ObLUgenU/s1600/2010+300.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO5YcJqHKaZTYPm9Bu9JY3I8Cucb4MQy-eR-MArLou4ecEPtPwJRQe19JLDVdF7QrWQadnz827XX6nUatCPuoivY1QtsN-MOqo5pqOwPLZgipUd4soUKDbO8hS770qguqY6T-ObLUgenU/s320/2010+300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475715246395022722" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc1W2-nVdgYYzK64GEzLgVzrwRK4Kkw6KzOahgInkaIcz7HONQPLyZkntxy2nPk4y8s5hXd6h-kr8RJFPJiL5dvm-mCohOC-b88B3fxKBCc7kkIpn8JYeoJQWnBHjtqwq05XNNEagCR-4/s1600/2010+294.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc1W2-nVdgYYzK64GEzLgVzrwRK4Kkw6KzOahgInkaIcz7HONQPLyZkntxy2nPk4y8s5hXd6h-kr8RJFPJiL5dvm-mCohOC-b88B3fxKBCc7kkIpn8JYeoJQWnBHjtqwq05XNNEagCR-4/s320/2010+294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475715221922620290" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglImO5pASmam4ZQj0fywCz-ZAvg57FEXFytAmM4-BrpKbUQBOlNHnPsGszXt0ce7Y__vAsK_tJYPtvOY10ScckAq6r6C6I9ln99vPvs6Mzudu3GgwOWbas3Bz71zOYZA-akegSlmRCLrI/s1600/2010+296.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglImO5pASmam4ZQj0fywCz-ZAvg57FEXFytAmM4-BrpKbUQBOlNHnPsGszXt0ce7Y__vAsK_tJYPtvOY10ScckAq6r6C6I9ln99vPvs6Mzudu3GgwOWbas3Bz71zOYZA-akegSlmRCLrI/s320/2010+296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475715232870941202" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgus0iYkra7HdhMAQ-8T2pfm685ccBKzKRlASl-ItLzGTuad501YnwQPwRKQKJF6ttVmGY-TO6en2kEwo9lQegTsNIRbw9x3aoFaEQ4msiqmMcoSJtyvW1pRmJcQ-SaaKbGP4S9zC8lU3Y/s1600/2010+306.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgus0iYkra7HdhMAQ-8T2pfm685ccBKzKRlASl-ItLzGTuad501YnwQPwRKQKJF6ttVmGY-TO6en2kEwo9lQegTsNIRbw9x3aoFaEQ4msiqmMcoSJtyvW1pRmJcQ-SaaKbGP4S9zC8lU3Y/s320/2010+306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475715257168657618" border="0" /></a>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-84330462675762941972010-05-10T11:22:00.000-07:002010-05-10T12:00:59.683-07:00I love being a mommy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUm_mV-PQiN23M7aYp9aUzork7JW8eWdgB-6lF-EsPYfogjNvxFWmz704vCpz6RAseietCRxaMv6frY9nmqBD-jMR41lG19izcwlLdOGz-cjwyn_QcnAYvfUd07UZUrXO4SftYem0ho3Y/s1600/newmommy.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUm_mV-PQiN23M7aYp9aUzork7JW8eWdgB-6lF-EsPYfogjNvxFWmz704vCpz6RAseietCRxaMv6frY9nmqBD-jMR41lG19izcwlLdOGz-cjwyn_QcnAYvfUd07UZUrXO4SftYem0ho3Y/s320/newmommy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469714427985177010" border="0" /></a>This morning while talking to a coworker of mine, who is also a single mom, we came to a few conclusions.<br /><br />1. mothers day is a bit different for single moms. It's kinda biter sweet in a way. (not that we think it's all sweet for married mothers.)<br />2. even though we are in situations that are not ideal, we are so grateful to be mommies<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">My life isn't what I thought it would be. I didn't plan to be divorced. I didn't plan to have to work full time. I wish I was there with Will all day. I wish I could take him to school and pick him up afterward. I wish I could volunteer in his classroom. I wish I could stay home to spend time with him, more than a day or so per week. I wish we could spend more time at the park, or riding bikes, or going for walks, or doing puzzles, or just cuddling. But even with all those things that I wish were different, I still LOVE being a mommy.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgouQml8WbM-igkMmlPZPZghNzdEvK_33z2rSM_J_k2QvxQQRLeP55EDWD02XOro1QORHL4do3aVH6FtBu6TgeqreYtrekgTY1F-r1-9wODEZPSBeDryYrovijVxbW-gFgiQ5w-dJjFH-s/s1600/littlewill.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgouQml8WbM-igkMmlPZPZghNzdEvK_33z2rSM_J_k2QvxQQRLeP55EDWD02XOro1QORHL4do3aVH6FtBu6TgeqreYtrekgTY1F-r1-9wODEZPSBeDryYrovijVxbW-gFgiQ5w-dJjFH-s/s320/littlewill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469717667632006338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Oo1-644yniL8d4AqhyphenhyphenAaHUUCpv-wL0hsW2ivkfWwvFMm9DpPuJrdl83Ri17Eu9Y1OnyfywvUvC44otVmcZfaldyo53zWw6PGuU5b_Jj03VOr_WXRAmr6gYXl6pIgq9lwSD4G5Kpq00Q/s1600/DSCN0940.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Oo1-644yniL8d4AqhyphenhyphenAaHUUCpv-wL0hsW2ivkfWwvFMm9DpPuJrdl83Ri17Eu9Y1OnyfywvUvC44otVmcZfaldyo53zWw6PGuU5b_Jj03VOr_WXRAmr6gYXl6pIgq9lwSD4G5Kpq00Q/s320/DSCN0940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469717656708654258" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicaONqnG0ldCjkrwY9oOZOCdJKjxg1WvRR0FZ9uXy3n6mR9Dwkfj_PX-_y17At_5dy-opM7gkQj3jOG02oyXPdT4yGJrVZPtXwnupOjB3o2UagRkUKrL2ZtpCfsSuYIJMhZ3qVvQOGi58/s1600/october+129.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicaONqnG0ldCjkrwY9oOZOCdJKjxg1WvRR0FZ9uXy3n6mR9Dwkfj_PX-_y17At_5dy-opM7gkQj3jOG02oyXPdT4yGJrVZPtXwnupOjB3o2UagRkUKrL2ZtpCfsSuYIJMhZ3qVvQOGi58/s320/october+129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469717683885777570" border="0" /></a><br /></div>I love Will so much and he knows it. Maybe is sounds weird, but I feel like he is one of my best friends. We laugh together, we cuddle, we give each other kisses, we tickle and chase each other. I adore him and he adores me. One of the great things about being a mother is that no matter what else happens in my life, no matter what goes wrong, or how bad a day is, no one can take away from me that fact that I am his mommy. And I think I'm a pretty good one at that.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGjf2cSD0ve4bhfOLd8EemtHhPMNqtQB9TVvuCGXNcUfP2mrFn2YLg5ir6fWGZ4VF92qWeQmJ877PfaXwLZLWMR9r7d9CGAUis4XcOq7u7esHAYlwllp3ccyFOHiacW4JQo_wI5m_4xPU/s1600/april+011.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGjf2cSD0ve4bhfOLd8EemtHhPMNqtQB9TVvuCGXNcUfP2mrFn2YLg5ir6fWGZ4VF92qWeQmJ877PfaXwLZLWMR9r7d9CGAUis4XcOq7u7esHAYlwllp3ccyFOHiacW4JQo_wI5m_4xPU/s320/april+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469714458561588514" border="0" /></a><br />Yesterday I went to church, because the kids were singing in sacrement meeting. Will usually loves to sing. He sings all the time. Songs that he's learned from school or church, or sometimes songs that he's made up himself. Well I'm not sure if he just didn't know the words or if he was just too excited, but yesterday at church when the kids got up to sing, he just stared at me and smiled the whole time. The only words he sang were the words, "I love you, I love you" but the rest of the words didn't seem to matter to him, he just wanted to stare at his mommy.<br /><br />It's amazing how much a child can melt your heart. I love this little boy more than I ever knew was possible!Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-83252935386566369252010-04-28T11:43:00.000-07:002010-04-28T11:51:30.718-07:00Cougar Mountain ZooSunday Joel and I met up again with our Kids at the Cougar Mountain Zoo. Its a very small, and not too busy zoo. I think the kids liked the animal statues more than the actual animals. <br /><br />The Zoo sells cut up apples that you can feed to some of the animals. Unfortunately, neither child wanted to let the animals eat out of their hands. <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguG8APD9kBi_7XGB4lUJd_RP14SV2VnAh9zqJyAT8uaeVhONHrY10nILJJWcQQY-cJdi2z7cyeJwJT4p2-J28hlyco4_QiuBwOdQdph52PuFF5NdOS8-v95arnsvL33eDFmOn0URJjNDw/s1600/zoo+002.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguG8APD9kBi_7XGB4lUJd_RP14SV2VnAh9zqJyAT8uaeVhONHrY10nILJJWcQQY-cJdi2z7cyeJwJT4p2-J28hlyco4_QiuBwOdQdph52PuFF5NdOS8-v95arnsvL33eDFmOn0URJjNDw/s320/zoo+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465261703658876178" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKIt4RSMRoZNXKYgypx-JVTKHhyphenhyphenigqaajaC-P8PNsruyGHVJFDkZPOUUuPEoClg13Bu44YCz0YcxbpLqLZk0qCJw_yjA_rPJOlA5u14Vrp7h-IWvUA9tJUENycrvaLEGnZ_67ue6h0Gno/s1600/zoo6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKIt4RSMRoZNXKYgypx-JVTKHhyphenhyphenigqaajaC-P8PNsruyGHVJFDkZPOUUuPEoClg13Bu44YCz0YcxbpLqLZk0qCJw_yjA_rPJOlA5u14Vrp7h-IWvUA9tJUENycrvaLEGnZ_67ue6h0Gno/s320/zoo6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465261690731236178" border="0" /></a>"say 'Rawr!'"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP90b3E07CowE_WL33kGqQ1wybLfVMt6i8hPpPrJYVO9tqUJUd2wAFL0tiNIVDk8Tb8moxb7xEe8dJILQfmVI58lsAqACg8dw4mqJnAvP0aA4bGyR1nFyWaxo1rW0B2vZAUMleR6I_RaU/s1600/zoo8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP90b3E07CowE_WL33kGqQ1wybLfVMt6i8hPpPrJYVO9tqUJUd2wAFL0tiNIVDk8Tb8moxb7xEe8dJILQfmVI58lsAqACg8dw4mqJnAvP0aA4bGyR1nFyWaxo1rW0B2vZAUMleR6I_RaU/s320/zoo8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465262176988690882" border="0" /></a>Bear hugs<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe4dxKU2m3ScYU8itsRRunV9xWlb7lNNzfrAu-Dtp5AyFQbMqnUq1jdMKQkGq9CpLYTKvr2-6qoxYS3BhLOwk2KY2NBPUU_jriQiBvWcp8fgPtbIOxO1-0Yjkv9MkCIRmhjf_OK7p_0LE/s1600/zoo3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe4dxKU2m3ScYU8itsRRunV9xWlb7lNNzfrAu-Dtp5AyFQbMqnUq1jdMKQkGq9CpLYTKvr2-6qoxYS3BhLOwk2KY2NBPUU_jriQiBvWcp8fgPtbIOxO1-0Yjkv9MkCIRmhjf_OK7p_0LE/s320/zoo3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465261682905864738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_C11PpWR3c8xbYtXfG9mDcZtw0ViN_inm5KkfC0vmq_Tdt5Xq9hPprdXNMxqBoDl6M0orJW2LgVlZJxGwDzAZhRxEkzMbKFLvKgL6LPAxArLJgTSea3Or7MluuxbiZ-ifbmgu4hFzBBA/s1600/zoo1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_C11PpWR3c8xbYtXfG9mDcZtw0ViN_inm5KkfC0vmq_Tdt5Xq9hPprdXNMxqBoDl6M0orJW2LgVlZJxGwDzAZhRxEkzMbKFLvKgL6LPAxArLJgTSea3Or7MluuxbiZ-ifbmgu4hFzBBA/s320/zoo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465261680734057698" border="0" /></a>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-11049860018642362852010-04-28T11:21:00.001-07:002010-04-28T11:42:33.578-07:00Science CenterOn Saturday morning Joel and his daughter Brynn came over and we made breakfast together. The kids were very cute sitting on the counter together helping make the waffles and smoothies. Once we were finished with breakfast we all loaded in the car and headed for the Seattle Science Center.<br /><br />The kids were so cute. They are both so smart. They did act a bit like siblings as they were fighting over buttons and toys. But in general they got along pretty well.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Touching animals in the tide pool<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSYQ64mU9oE81G3BxqiMZRqpfo1RouogPdey99EdV_pRSJrTuf1hRTPc7XCj_YEYPYOhnTUW8_XPjUCRU53rPGDCEhW53QEATRXO0LIA58wgCUfxdhho-_dkp1XpCUny2_RudAs1nNTuU/s1600/april+059.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSYQ64mU9oE81G3BxqiMZRqpfo1RouogPdey99EdV_pRSJrTuf1hRTPc7XCj_YEYPYOhnTUW8_XPjUCRU53rPGDCEhW53QEATRXO0LIA58wgCUfxdhho-_dkp1XpCUny2_RudAs1nNTuU/s320/april+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465258352513180322" border="0" /></a>Isn't she adorable!?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEAebvIFuN2J37FVNMGxHA2j713hnR8fNUtZjvw1LXuPrJMRFvC4ylmpT8TxIJr4JSPur_bGor4pnwPJL5lRU3iuVvPKz1AQkBxpiKW2cxZNDAxSFooEUqSSZE76w55EYHzmkW_fS7B5Q/s1600/april+058.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEAebvIFuN2J37FVNMGxHA2j713hnR8fNUtZjvw1LXuPrJMRFvC4ylmpT8TxIJr4JSPur_bGor4pnwPJL5lRU3iuVvPKz1AQkBxpiKW2cxZNDAxSFooEUqSSZE76w55EYHzmkW_fS7B5Q/s320/april+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465258343309533922" border="0" /></a>Butterfly on my shoulder<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMmqemyDvr8llEyauinZxJIDpXthJ-bN7Y8lJva2URiUcGgROl-bFe9nEkOkiDXLyBnqNDRQWRCBcPUk-2xkxQHAV5IPjJd4GYjABy5E8jJIIYsckoIZFPXH1zVWumf9h0KBa_H4FpavE/s1600/april+053.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMmqemyDvr8llEyauinZxJIDpXthJ-bN7Y8lJva2URiUcGgROl-bFe9nEkOkiDXLyBnqNDRQWRCBcPUk-2xkxQHAV5IPjJd4GYjABy5E8jJIIYsckoIZFPXH1zVWumf9h0KBa_H4FpavE/s320/april+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465258337135082642" border="0" /></a><br />Apparently the Butterflies like the smell of our clothes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVvwMD1cWYpi_jtf2lQDHZGiuDsfjDWSQPynl6IQ4Dd3zLbrvQFmkEJrTajeF3j98HeAEWALJbwYqkE5lPo2FoPam2Prluyk4usfJ7mI5QpqZl2rbx6eFtmf7_tsN86Sao8CcSdfVP1sg/s1600/april+051.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVvwMD1cWYpi_jtf2lQDHZGiuDsfjDWSQPynl6IQ4Dd3zLbrvQFmkEJrTajeF3j98HeAEWALJbwYqkE5lPo2FoPam2Prluyk4usfJ7mI5QpqZl2rbx6eFtmf7_tsN86Sao8CcSdfVP1sg/s320/april+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465258324529938418" border="0" /></a><br />Ready for blast off<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgYaFT-bwLAjphP_RbK4MLenfAZxT9Yc9sQb3LrXSBCYaOOI5IBlpfqvK1wjr2ZoW-Q9icKb9709vgxqtSEuZNBJLSZqVIHipuY-_Z0OamFImzh9VgiaFgbAKWdLN4oy5S1yjlCx1rSE/s1600/april+047.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgYaFT-bwLAjphP_RbK4MLenfAZxT9Yc9sQb3LrXSBCYaOOI5IBlpfqvK1wjr2ZoW-Q9icKb9709vgxqtSEuZNBJLSZqVIHipuY-_Z0OamFImzh9VgiaFgbAKWdLN4oy5S1yjlCx1rSE/s320/april+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465258310555855522" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-30842486903161846812010-04-12T12:52:00.000-07:002010-04-12T13:03:33.923-07:00Little SiYesterday was a perfect day for a hike. Dry but not too warm. So after picking up Will I called my mom to see if they'd like to come with us? They agreed that it would be a fun family activity.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPVUE5hF1nvXtZCrOlClADvm5KOHLU0tHcAGGuQikdm1CWv2g_C9qnr_mnW0S9iEhP4zxUcYSjypom9RbAJN82SxjdGxNz5Zv7n1-o6QZsryyCjPRM7jvq_1UPRppIApSlP1-gguitUbU/s1600/april+003.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPVUE5hF1nvXtZCrOlClADvm5KOHLU0tHcAGGuQikdm1CWv2g_C9qnr_mnW0S9iEhP4zxUcYSjypom9RbAJN82SxjdGxNz5Zv7n1-o6QZsryyCjPRM7jvq_1UPRppIApSlP1-gguitUbU/s320/april+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459342278241669218" border="0" /></a>At about the half way point I didn't think they were loving this "fun family activity"<br />Mickayla was great and didn't complain at all (on the way up.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1OIPdtb3UNj0d8fRcKvcfv0Iw2SWaE64DeIeWqngXbC7PzLtspdhnwwaO0XhAyvZICvxWaXLI-gh4Ip_MwC9OdGtE3wkUZfk86T8Ra95eDR68zl3iKEoFLMl769REAJkkn_h0l7nlhSU/s1600/april+004.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1OIPdtb3UNj0d8fRcKvcfv0Iw2SWaE64DeIeWqngXbC7PzLtspdhnwwaO0XhAyvZICvxWaXLI-gh4Ip_MwC9OdGtE3wkUZfk86T8Ra95eDR68zl3iKEoFLMl769REAJkkn_h0l7nlhSU/s320/april+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459342085161133810" border="0" /></a>And then we finally made it too the top.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtHug6AmGzYQ4s3BbXmcsNXISL5dyU9L4tZT5KSVLAeE-nMnzbfa80W3mWV4rran8qvUQb82-uVnLNv2JDvYbQ-xEnD5RtKiEgmAcHTVEwBcuz1VEdElq5wbKV1DN9sUuehD04euA-k7k/s1600/april+007.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtHug6AmGzYQ4s3BbXmcsNXISL5dyU9L4tZT5KSVLAeE-nMnzbfa80W3mWV4rran8qvUQb82-uVnLNv2JDvYbQ-xEnD5RtKiEgmAcHTVEwBcuz1VEdElq5wbKV1DN9sUuehD04euA-k7k/s320/april+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459343480795693538" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgftzVy9BqaNI8Vdp-F3zKuZR5AN3yldC5QfSlhY0nQwbvXYohVXsS59zwt25FIl5CgGb1AxFyqVIDEAI6qf9VVwv81TW2l0zg4otO-D-oFIVB2w73Di1d4A0Fh2dbZpLvMTgeaooTes9s/s1600/april+009.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgftzVy9BqaNI8Vdp-F3zKuZR5AN3yldC5QfSlhY0nQwbvXYohVXsS59zwt25FIl5CgGb1AxFyqVIDEAI6qf9VVwv81TW2l0zg4otO-D-oFIVB2w73Di1d4A0Fh2dbZpLvMTgeaooTes9s/s320/april+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459342065443215442" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnM-lTHYWpyeL-NO_Gdl2AVboOXvO_7c6rngpXj7q_pR2Kiz6ji-2IGYS96jGwXrXm3VZbbH4owWpQy_m1_cdPuPCRskLFmyDJKo3NKvGAhKDodrjsIWQB6QQbBYKOX6R_t23WiTxZPS8/s1600/april+011.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnM-lTHYWpyeL-NO_Gdl2AVboOXvO_7c6rngpXj7q_pR2Kiz6ji-2IGYS96jGwXrXm3VZbbH4owWpQy_m1_cdPuPCRskLFmyDJKo3NKvGAhKDodrjsIWQB6QQbBYKOX6R_t23WiTxZPS8/s320/april+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459342054116241618" border="0" /></a>It was a good time. Hopefully we'll do it again soon. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjibBMcUOTVdJq_jW2QJi_lpPmaza8pMEyOoiyC8vR_d0SodTmn4J2gNO0Ozq0vl8E7oaeWzcfiXakr7k1kGjj1aiwoFzsoLx3PEkCS34fRIUg039TGvlZrsYp7BNaZXlBo7rPt-41WSXU/s1600/april+013.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjibBMcUOTVdJq_jW2QJi_lpPmaza8pMEyOoiyC8vR_d0SodTmn4J2gNO0Ozq0vl8E7oaeWzcfiXakr7k1kGjj1aiwoFzsoLx3PEkCS34fRIUg039TGvlZrsYp7BNaZXlBo7rPt-41WSXU/s320/april+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459342042438866386" border="0" /></a>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-43568483081357440242010-03-31T14:19:00.000-07:002010-03-31T14:25:19.773-07:00Ice Cream MakerOn Monday our new Ice Cream Maker arrived. Last night Will and I made our first batch. Since Ann and Keith are pros at the homemade ice cream thing we took Keith's suggestion and made Heath Bar Crunch.<br /><br />Will sat anxiously and watched the ice cream thicken.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDvzRJOV_JrCDeDnRWJQN0gotPcx0hakC25EUpxAk7bTioBlXyxD7sBDifVJuhPmpyqOWYDVMbtKt8RPdDd_zu6SKhkNhmF0RYivXFokf9NdQZOzRVxOSwmDW85tOxFvEcdlSwvvwQDU/s1600/icecream.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDvzRJOV_JrCDeDnRWJQN0gotPcx0hakC25EUpxAk7bTioBlXyxD7sBDifVJuhPmpyqOWYDVMbtKt8RPdDd_zu6SKhkNhmF0RYivXFokf9NdQZOzRVxOSwmDW85tOxFvEcdlSwvvwQDU/s320/icecream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454911936909959106" border="0" /></a><br />He also helped me break up the heath bars into mixable size.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgado4Hiy0-oRO-z0R_VeV1GV8FIX7wN3McJP1YazDuKdmyKGXRvGUJQIXqo56SmmWvUixDhVHVy8oIvZ9orr4NLV6fz_-OruigvoiIplHvqHRUHRzXyUw9nN95kY0BbIpRRrb_gKRcxS8/s1600/icecream2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgado4Hiy0-oRO-z0R_VeV1GV8FIX7wN3McJP1YazDuKdmyKGXRvGUJQIXqo56SmmWvUixDhVHVy8oIvZ9orr4NLV6fz_-OruigvoiIplHvqHRUHRzXyUw9nN95kY0BbIpRRrb_gKRcxS8/s320/icecream2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454911947316346338" border="0" /></a><br />The ice cream was delicious and we even brought some over to the neighbors so we could bribe them into being our friends.<br /><br />Hmmm I wonder what kind will be next. I will definitely consult my buddies <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jerrys-Homemade-Cream-Dessert-Book/dp/0894803123/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1270070579&sr=8-1">Ben and Jerry</a>.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-74474014659104642262010-03-31T13:31:00.000-07:002010-03-31T13:41:06.643-07:00How to Train a Dragon 3DThis last weekend I took Will and Mickayla to How to Train Your Dragon 3D. It was a cute movie, and well worth seeing.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1vk_Tw3IMXKSeE9Kzp0ZVveXtpnbkLfaU2fMBJzHoWpKLea7dMRAGh96Udx1XaKhJLKVUVEMWHgUd3QDwezr2adn216Mov4z8tdsW_TZjKwiJHWYL-Yujx025LDVWNJzv-fOOhOzEwXs/s1600/How+to+train+your+dragon.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1vk_Tw3IMXKSeE9Kzp0ZVveXtpnbkLfaU2fMBJzHoWpKLea7dMRAGh96Udx1XaKhJLKVUVEMWHgUd3QDwezr2adn216Mov4z8tdsW_TZjKwiJHWYL-Yujx025LDVWNJzv-fOOhOzEwXs/s320/How+to+train+your+dragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454899982193383298" border="0" /></a><br />I especially loved the "one size fits all" 3D glasses. They were huge on me, and monstrous on Will.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHftpNuigr20gDTL5Z19tX0cqa1pdiCWmiDY66CzChFYihg0U0OXcTD-xi3IdaFgBpKWQXUP7nxqSSnTYshDM_6tF72-3i-PrVqhyWzzF8A2b3eWtainM90e65i5ODXbja1BZjC3xfG2o/s1600/march+003.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHftpNuigr20gDTL5Z19tX0cqa1pdiCWmiDY66CzChFYihg0U0OXcTD-xi3IdaFgBpKWQXUP7nxqSSnTYshDM_6tF72-3i-PrVqhyWzzF8A2b3eWtainM90e65i5ODXbja1BZjC3xfG2o/s320/march+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454899966674059778" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEkPUcwNIUCs7DweL2Bj5r66qdvJPl-wswnx4BiII35Vk-6CMzyfW1LnNb5K4ZEpjZoUsNLm2rkVna7sSwE2SsVtb6ffjKNG6pUeYc3cIoBnPa3ni9MpVd_DiqJyLfFfwauq7ag-vm_dk/s1600/march+005.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEkPUcwNIUCs7DweL2Bj5r66qdvJPl-wswnx4BiII35Vk-6CMzyfW1LnNb5K4ZEpjZoUsNLm2rkVna7sSwE2SsVtb6ffjKNG6pUeYc3cIoBnPa3ni9MpVd_DiqJyLfFfwauq7ag-vm_dk/s320/march+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454899954425336162" border="0" /></a><br />Will doesn't quite get the concept of being quiet since we are in a theater full of people. There were a few times that he yelled out things like "Mom, we're in the water" since the 3D glasses made it look as though the water was all around us.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguRbuHJsWN8BDdjDaPErm8hVYAYA6zEqIYXkUTdYOg5zRAq5SdZPCOKrBJ4PN9DkKzrjNOCJQxbTkedTIG1Pz5lmV91yL7u4yo-a1_gHaF10mQSACwqV7D2-hpZme2YKZareKsdARq5Yc/s1600/march+002.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguRbuHJsWN8BDdjDaPErm8hVYAYA6zEqIYXkUTdYOg5zRAq5SdZPCOKrBJ4PN9DkKzrjNOCJQxbTkedTIG1Pz5lmV91yL7u4yo-a1_gHaF10mQSACwqV7D2-hpZme2YKZareKsdARq5Yc/s320/march+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454899975112598786" border="0" /></a>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-90372358732017809502010-03-18T14:19:00.001-07:002010-03-18T14:42:41.471-07:00Patio Garden<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiib90JVJDPkDx-womZU7myE2GabTz73dQ3Zyzm_uQVgwWgXTjR7wNkwnVciWi0swf9hcH3mKhQmBm457j75O-MYppZxoHux4exx0ZrdErepjwj79eI_V3V-fcgJbjX30p959O1PlyZJgg/s1600-h/gardening+002.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiib90JVJDPkDx-womZU7myE2GabTz73dQ3Zyzm_uQVgwWgXTjR7wNkwnVciWi0swf9hcH3mKhQmBm457j75O-MYppZxoHux4exx0ZrdErepjwj79eI_V3V-fcgJbjX30p959O1PlyZJgg/s320/gardening+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450091590931090322" border="0" /></a>Last weekend Will, Dan and I were on a mission to create a patio garden. We dont really know much of anything about gardening but thought, "how hard can it be?" I had done a little reading, but really we figured we'd figure it out as we went along.<br /><br />First stop was Home Depot. We bought some planter boxes, pebbles for the bottom, and gardening soil to fill it up. They didn't have that great of options as far as things to plant so we decided we needed to go to a nursery.<br /><br />We searched on our phones for a nursery in Issaquah and found <a href="http://www.squakmtnursery.com/">Squak Mountain Nursery</a>. I think we spent the first 20 minutes just roaming around looking at everything and enjoying the warmth of the greenhouse. Then we finally asked someone for help. It was very apparent that we didn't know anything about gardening. We were told that most of the vegetables that we wanted to plant should not be planted until May.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7hjS4uRZM9AjfVj5oi1e8H4mhQU1qHm2SDpv-skuq_6kyyuEDTLfWZBtWGbYPMpTiSsfWUDCHdLQ42r7SAF4xWbdSf187ZNGpWXeGnjgHZtzVAcMlx_9AgGJPQUPmhtXdHJ18ke4YUNk/s1600-h/gardening+009.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7hjS4uRZM9AjfVj5oi1e8H4mhQU1qHm2SDpv-skuq_6kyyuEDTLfWZBtWGbYPMpTiSsfWUDCHdLQ42r7SAF4xWbdSf187ZNGpWXeGnjgHZtzVAcMlx_9AgGJPQUPmhtXdHJ18ke4YUNk/s320/gardening+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450090999581649474" border="0" /></a><br />We picked up some snap pea seeds and onion starts, which we were told we could plant now, but decided we'd have to come back in May for the rest of our veggies. We decided that we'd get enough flowers for a few planters. Will was the master mind behind which flowers were chosen. We aimed him towards the part shade (since our deck only gets sun the first half of the day) and let him loose.<br /><br />We had fun planting all of the flowers the next morning. We are anxious to see sprouts come up from the few veggies we've planted so far<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhja7icTTS5Ueop7AL6-P_oq6tbEa4igSvhhBjxMkYAfcCvTGMVt2YA-9Uc7MzvZenIv6yqovSTYVl9cwtLIecb0FMo0TFZMMkvJsiqYMWMYMYxUsp3fg_XaF1lftEyTSFau2LiAgycV4g/s1600-h/gardening+013.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhja7icTTS5Ueop7AL6-P_oq6tbEa4igSvhhBjxMkYAfcCvTGMVt2YA-9Uc7MzvZenIv6yqovSTYVl9cwtLIecb0FMo0TFZMMkvJsiqYMWMYMYxUsp3fg_XaF1lftEyTSFau2LiAgycV4g/s320/gardening+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450092077754742642" border="0" /></a>, and also anxious to go get our other veggies in a month or 2.<br /><br />(hopefully something will grow.... especially given the amount of money it cost to make this little patio garden.)Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-31183751557435565352010-03-05T11:47:00.001-08:002010-03-05T11:48:19.298-08:00LaundryLast night on our way home I told Will that after dinner I needed him to help me with some chores. I told him he could pick what he wanted to help with. Of course he wanted to do the bath tub and the toilets, but he also said he was going to fold the laundry all by himself. I knew that he wouldn't be able to fold it just how I like it done, but since I hate folding laundry I decided I could be ok with that. I left him with the load of laundry and went to do other chores. Every minute or so he'd come running over to where I was and would say "I found your underpants!" while waving around a pair of underwear. I'd send him back to continue to fold. After a few of these underpants run-ins he told me that he was all done. I went to check how it went and this is what I found.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzz3CITyiYPgTfeCuLTdzZWIPJ5qBBxO0bOBgu_XIabPYpkylWGgCIIQgVlBt-TSXNjbS6LT7S4i7oniMz2ZFUZZB0CtoTfDqOv2XrCmGjCdlZ7n8kS5W7Sfmu8MkW3rdmAqlPoXGijR0/s1600-h/laundry.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzz3CITyiYPgTfeCuLTdzZWIPJ5qBBxO0bOBgu_XIabPYpkylWGgCIIQgVlBt-TSXNjbS6LT7S4i7oniMz2ZFUZZB0CtoTfDqOv2XrCmGjCdlZ7n8kS5W7Sfmu8MkW3rdmAqlPoXGijR0/s320/laundry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445238781436022754" border="0" /></a><br />For now I think I'll have him stick with bath tubs and toilets.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-81155261406743675262010-03-05T11:27:00.000-08:002010-03-05T11:35:19.076-08:00Crazy HairWill insisted for quite a while that he wanted long hair like his cousin Jack. Unfortunately, Will does not have the soft silky hair like Jack has, so his long hair didn't look quite as nice. Finally about a week ago he told me that he was ready for short hair again, so I jumped on the opportunity and cut it moments later. Here he is after his haircut.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-uGSj5l1NCib7PI-Gg5sM_SCiKXzQ1l3F1rioA7VMClFgQU5iKtVTmYW7cuPM83AXQwlXqN9D81muda_7prhdaUydyVTQMTSLGYoebHCTG3CUxJy9YkK1sSMmZrwXTtVO3KefsocPpb0/s1600-h/hair+cut.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-uGSj5l1NCib7PI-Gg5sM_SCiKXzQ1l3F1rioA7VMClFgQU5iKtVTmYW7cuPM83AXQwlXqN9D81muda_7prhdaUydyVTQMTSLGYoebHCTG3CUxJy9YkK1sSMmZrwXTtVO3KefsocPpb0/s320/hair+cut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445235160959164402" border="0" /></a>We ran into a small problem this morning though. Today is crazy hair day at school and Will doesn't have much hair to make crazy. Last crazy hair day he looked like this.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKyeCB3xgkBH505PjySpBGDtz0w6cacudRSMH_2Jl7lQSlJVTFW5YUXFuODoIf_G9BQUtbUc2CKNTSvSZEz54j2fnVhiOzlvENmBY0rhLQtE1BKcgzJpbO8DzffKfbzMrkidV_6STpSkY/s1600-h/crazy+hair1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKyeCB3xgkBH505PjySpBGDtz0w6cacudRSMH_2Jl7lQSlJVTFW5YUXFuODoIf_G9BQUtbUc2CKNTSvSZEz54j2fnVhiOzlvENmBY0rhLQtE1BKcgzJpbO8DzffKfbzMrkidV_6STpSkY/s320/crazy+hair1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445235147787112354" border="0" /></a><br />So we made do and borrowed this old, clown type wig from my parents house. Doesn't he make it look good. So cute!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjakeLXWCQaXc5hBR4SzNqqgjpeT_Vnz8uVPG0A600k31jLfH26PxNEqYUEAq8TU1A-_bhgB8i3f0LJW4UEr85kO6NgMwhHTbYe0k6vPF4tBjek88gcNVq1_2BYVD3EqT1-t9nuyuyvBW0/s1600-h/crazy+hair2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjakeLXWCQaXc5hBR4SzNqqgjpeT_Vnz8uVPG0A600k31jLfH26PxNEqYUEAq8TU1A-_bhgB8i3f0LJW4UEr85kO6NgMwhHTbYe0k6vPF4tBjek88gcNVq1_2BYVD3EqT1-t9nuyuyvBW0/s320/crazy+hair2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445235138296041378" border="0" /></a>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-2425630214929344072010-02-16T08:53:00.000-08:002010-02-16T09:01:28.836-08:00Fun with Dan<div><div><div>Will really enjoyed the few days that he was with us while Dan was here. And I don't blame him because Dan had planned lots of fun activities. One of Will's favorites was his personal golf lesson by Dan, his very own golf pro. Dan even brought a special Will sized golf club.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438887217034235282" 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/AVvXsEjnUuLUXtyM-zp2k6jKWXrfN9Dglsj0FOvcp746zzHOUWKgCP0ArK2oPMMuXFX3KeXHEzfC1l-9ySnXAWh0T9p88-OoM_q_8KJ4uu_ZRUKbjQUiYKTtpTWi1vSvYNEnFEbv-tYuuI0zWRI/s320/golf1.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438887211550201858" 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/AVvXsEiD-VWYU2zpnNQ6sjsopox_nUB_83fHqT-UJt9XNvPtfH8Yyse7LKwC6MMWopR3C69hMpZShknX2wiiMnzaLqthrDzLVL4uheo6dGIuk87mc75hMBhx2cuFtr6tho_ixFL595_Ei3ZejgY/s320/golf2.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438887206733869682" 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/AVvXsEhKeCwpPJL54lTdjOdiRusPCENXMC5H-AyW7kwy12bQaDiAm1L96Lfbo6iphodlhqbUUPZRgWNC5G64ltm5BXFjWRRsKk7Uz6OoVMBN_gqsJ0ogP1sfcMTJx80S7GzANht3mRsL1nthYMU/s320/golf3.jpg" border="0" /> <div>I think we may have a future golfer on our hands. </div><br /><div>Dan also brought a remote control helicopter for Will. We spent quite a while out in a grass field with Will flying the helicopter over our heads. Dan also brought a Wii for us to play. Will especially liked being able to decorate his own guitar hero guitar with the Aerosmith stickers. He loved the Wii sports resort games, and beat the socks off of both Dan and I in the jousting game. </div><br /><div>We had lots of fun with Dan in town and can't wait for him to come back. </div></div></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-70718163654588095512010-02-16T08:48:00.000-08:002010-02-16T08:53:03.426-08:00Super cleaner<div><div>I think Will gets this from the Hodson side, but he has always enjoyed cleaning. He likes for things to be clean, therefore he enjoys getting them that way. I use this to my advantage. Scrubbing toilets and cleaning tubs are 2 of his favorites. I love it because he is so detail-oriented that I don't even have to clean them after he's done. He usually asks me "mom is it perfect?" and he wont stop cleaning un<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI75b3lKZ7gE63Qe_4iud_0blSUBP5zx1QU42Mz4klnVhAKZ7HEhaneEqr8v9gayXeBd6gu7s-aUX8YmoNAek0XwDXIAdOfqMOPkL6vqYMPTeaGFR5arX8EGbpTLGSdR6K0LI6ftDFpz0/s1600-h/bathtub2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438885143891832210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI75b3lKZ7gE63Qe_4iud_0blSUBP5zx1QU42Mz4klnVhAKZ7HEhaneEqr8v9gayXeBd6gu7s-aUX8YmoNAek0XwDXIAdOfqMOPkL6vqYMPTeaGFR5arX8EGbpTLGSdR6K0LI6ftDFpz0/s320/bathtub2.jpg" border="0" /></a>til I confirm that it is in fact "perfect."<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsuXABgp08-TLkWS8NU2ymjA7O-Mpu98WQ1RbYcu8AbIb_SmWlgXo9us8xalRRNTj6gMoMNFPODLcEcrKiYrxhnO6qhbX-ancom2wf9Z-BJ1M7v72YL1UD-96-EnH4qo-SiptCpe3IfXs/s1600-h/bathtub.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438885139739312226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsuXABgp08-TLkWS8NU2ymjA7O-Mpu98WQ1RbYcu8AbIb_SmWlgXo9us8xalRRNTj6gMoMNFPODLcEcrKiYrxhnO6qhbX-ancom2wf9Z-BJ1M7v72YL1UD-96-EnH4qo-SiptCpe3IfXs/s320/bathtub.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-3415489443369064482010-02-02T14:23:00.000-08:002010-02-02T14:39:33.505-08:00FHE lesson<div>Last night Will taught the Family Home Evening lesson at my parents house. <span style="font-size:85%;">(FHE is a mormon tradition of family night, which usually includes some sort of church message/lesson, prayer, activity, song(except for in our family because we can't sing) and usually (always in our family) a dessert.) </span><span style="font-size:100%;">We let him teach it all by himself with no guidance. My mom gave him a book of pictures to help him get ideas. He showed us this picture and told us something close to the following story.</span></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433779364303071410" 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/AVvXsEi_qXoJlhKkHKEAKihRyYeVWXSPrDNJJmb76D-1qJJpwPUvC3eRd6r-JG5L88eK5gYlavRpx9_JW8Qwj1bYuz0u2LPUi6sGAouv9IaGy_k_Ns4wjoY36ab2926zlEtQxa-jtm49UublIFk/s320/cookie.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>"And it came to pass <span style="font-size:78%;">(yes he really said that)</span> that there was a boy and his brother. They had 2 cookies, one for the boy and one for his brother. When the boy got home he ate his cookie AND he ate his brothers cookie. Jesus told him that this was not nice and that we should love one another."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>He also told us that the boy who ate the cookies is the one that Jesus has his arm around. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I've seen this picture many times, but never had heard this story. ;)</div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-51872456978951124452010-01-18T10:06:00.001-08:002010-01-18T10:21:04.934-08:00Valentines CraftsAlthough Valentines Day is about a month away, Will and I decided to start getting in the spirit by making some Valentines crafts.<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif5X4WESfkHltWqmrq7FIdA58DrsCVm5gZEBuPiw1-i6ix0uarcCzBIslX8aiyiPkHAn8UuhGGBtB40-zyc6oAItrUW0UMIPmXnVGdHMy0xF1pCuUaN9VEvP8otLZFiDuCSAkyYhoRkhg/s1600-h/valentine+craft.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428143136183072658" 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/AVvXsEif5X4WESfkHltWqmrq7FIdA58DrsCVm5gZEBuPiw1-i6ix0uarcCzBIslX8aiyiPkHAn8UuhGGBtB40-zyc6oAItrUW0UMIPmXnVGdHMy0xF1pCuUaN9VEvP8otLZFiDuCSAkyYhoRkhg/s320/valentine+craft.jpg" border="0" /></a> I was very impressed by Will's loop and staple skills. He didn't want any help, and he did quite a long string all my himself.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYM0kdnJBwmtLVX0E0SV2koTr4-5M29pkLAAaEp370p8sRdpi2JpZcF4do3KgNmw3SWd9VjJUlSwyrCgAECE8rmzoDuOc0O-B9mkqblvfNgWF5CVBJGKtdAb3Xip1pkiP5OEfEOtc0tLk/s1600-h/valentine+craft1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428143128300558386" 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/AVvXsEjYM0kdnJBwmtLVX0E0SV2koTr4-5M29pkLAAaEp370p8sRdpi2JpZcF4do3KgNmw3SWd9VjJUlSwyrCgAECE8rmzoDuOc0O-B9mkqblvfNgWF5CVBJGKtdAb3Xip1pkiP5OEfEOtc0tLk/s320/valentine+craft1.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Hey mom, it looks like an N!"<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ_RSshP7rqUcZEysaQgHhN80QFRquEBfjnEqHOxtxSWaV8oTw3EU7KoeaBY9-yuQ_LsGONMJAVm5ZNHukHturAHfE4eJjufEP1_AZhMAUmV_UuuRDJfsm7Hxz-hqKa5pVn9rIDKjQtQw/s1600-h/valentine+craft2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428143125015031106" 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_RSshP7rqUcZEysaQgHhN80QFRquEBfjnEqHOxtxSWaV8oTw3EU7KoeaBY9-yuQ_LsGONMJAVm5ZNHukHturAHfE4eJjufEP1_AZhMAUmV_UuuRDJfsm7Hxz-hqKa5pVn9rIDKjQtQw/s320/valentine+craft2.jpg" border="0" /></a> We also painted some heart shaped picture holders.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZI7Wa_qtlbCuwFfs0oP0n6VDjHY5VdQSMoVW9f0qk5wk-4Azyo38Yd0VISBrChRTMw_NJKYXKmOKkOWPaQHKB78igioRDjaWgVE9n-Qtac5l2HQ7hwaNk95xD3Gf29RjGCB3OkdeAYn8/s1600-h/valentine+craft3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428143121488964722" 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/AVvXsEiZI7Wa_qtlbCuwFfs0oP0n6VDjHY5VdQSMoVW9f0qk5wk-4Azyo38Yd0VISBrChRTMw_NJKYXKmOKkOWPaQHKB78igioRDjaWgVE9n-Qtac5l2HQ7hwaNk95xD3Gf29RjGCB3OkdeAYn8/s320/valentine+craft3.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Mom, does it look beautiful?!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_-qGecQY3xHOYiNs1G8Ru_t7I4Nnme1hsy2J9zMZWUwh0i_Y-fhV7f6fahhw1I9uMVP1eox22dDJOuKYrZhGWtbrG-IGlJbMHmkedCs7EUHjwUdS0pZTr-h2q2Kqk4RZUftgypauoTX0/s1600-h/streamer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428143111243425794" 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/AVvXsEg_-qGecQY3xHOYiNs1G8Ru_t7I4Nnme1hsy2J9zMZWUwh0i_Y-fhV7f6fahhw1I9uMVP1eox22dDJOuKYrZhGWtbrG-IGlJbMHmkedCs7EUHjwUdS0pZTr-h2q2Kqk4RZUftgypauoTX0/s320/streamer.jpg" border="0" /></a> I think maybe we got a bit carried away with the streamers. :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-27785025316919081432010-01-06T15:04:00.000-08:002010-01-06T15:37:35.543-08:00(pre) New Years Eve<div><div><div><div><div><div>A few days before New Years Eve my mom called me in the morning and told me that they had decided that we would be celebrating New Years Eve that evening since the kids could all do it together. </div><br /><div>We hung out during the day getting pedicures and having fun together as a family. I took a break to run to target and when I came back there had been a transformation... as I walked up to the house I noticed that there were no lights on upstairs. I figured everyone had moved down stairs to watch a movie or something, but when I walked in I realized that they were upstairs, they had just turned off the lights for the dance party. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423770319145601122" 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_8vlNASrbdH4FiETZRd8qh2lztWXrX_JeW3aNfbEFduZ_neZwiIb85Vnd2EUjlDg6iXk7GB_-pLreu2dT5yF8wK0Yl5YgGzINmBe2TuNXXJRld8tpHPkHRqD8jxY6NAY2dolCUvRWGqQ/s320/new+years+5.jpg" border="0" /> <div>There were decorations everywhere, and my sisters, mom and the kids were all dancing. Will looked like a total ladies man. They even told me that Will had taught them the "booty dance." He showed me what it was, which consisted of holding balloons by his butt and shakin' it back and forth. I swear he did not learn this from me.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423770745576309810" 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/AVvXsEgkm42ZuB7yD_L5yVpGApOXJWm-pzBczxFRO_r_T8swqJNdlK59VKfAVhPFl2jQ5SJs-AIINrNX9M1fEqJPUtqkRl7KJLbGUxQc0SSabsdmayZQEQIk_0xQBGF0ATJiN4awBR9S6BIlxTc/s320/new+years+6.jpg" border="0" /> <div>Mom gave all the kids noise makers and we counted down the new year (2 days and 4 hours early.) Will had to make the below face before blowing in order to get enough air to make the blower make a noise.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423770313245892850" 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/AVvXsEiyAMKaIiKm2VKK9A6TdBC65axA2X8XpVbCG1k3iIOzC9YeWfyJeOz3J3UNeZOzbtuvxWAZoUNBCtP1Pa0X0QEzJTnfUL3Whl_IKi3tS3dzQvDZkjUhbuOBSdk-GCNReucHmqB09axtSBI/s320/new+years+4.jpg" border="0" /> <div>We then went outside with sparklers, which were a hit with everyone. It was nice to be able to celebrate new years early with {most} of my family. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423770300868714306" 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/AVvXsEi-3fzlMJT-3FYQHX8hAFLDDiX4jys85duFfKpA7XcdkqsFuu8c-aNn00T0YL2FTu0XFYRKOK5mh3ct_vpzoi71lQadaYrCCNQZwv04XjQD-A7G3Y41umCFA4eK1a_mvgGYfcSXxnxiKco/s320/new+years+2.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423770299910949266" 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/AVvXsEgpynCXVMlkIMzf8xcPGq5kkUXrR3wn2IegRpl6vORCvxozLGd45epOa-vTUHoOK1ZAiUlwULTFNPJ6WKqwGcwFOgBUgA-6yWQTJ6Eut54ifPsh-kaEsE4_66BxOZHMp98YBKEaXXMa7AE/s320/new+years.jpg" border="0" />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-85094324887453382712010-01-06T14:57:00.000-08:002010-01-06T15:04:11.510-08:00My best buddy<div>I had 2 weeks off for Christmas and New Years (some paid, some forced vacation.) The thing that I loved most of all was the free time that I had with my little man. His eyes lit up when I said, "I get to stay home with you EVERY DAY until you go to daddy's again" Dream come true, for both of us.<br /></div><div></div><div> </div><div>One of the mornings {since it was out of the question for us to sleep in} we went to Krispy Kremes for breakfast. Will loved the huge selection of donuts. After a bit of pondering he pointed to the one that he wanted. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423766321719492162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXcwRc6FryjZ50xBeZPYPWlPLOeUq-OVFQQVzM2y2BSdBkswkTWjOS4RZXhRriA0POkMU-fyeY5BOHraRiqKx-OK3kqokdCdhLfhfcpRPqr7TzbrzWWDQPkZBnQxDQb0X0Mtp42P-8Xyw/s320/krispy+kreme.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">gotta love the bed head</span></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-60607155833337326072009-12-15T16:01:00.000-08:002009-12-15T16:04:37.667-08:00Lucky<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQvoNwFIjWksQIq2I_JrOn2QZQrfy3QjVTzYF1Cb_KpBBG0BQrKcot1DpOYLKAVa2uoFKmJqc4ZNk3IwSwp4g5tkdbwe2LjihRdQo0Ho_QwTJg-hELwZ9gAdhRzuarLSOdDeJgS90H2w/s1600-h/love.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415618087427688226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQvoNwFIjWksQIq2I_JrOn2QZQrfy3QjVTzYF1Cb_KpBBG0BQrKcot1DpOYLKAVa2uoFKmJqc4ZNk3IwSwp4g5tkdbwe2LjihRdQo0Ho_QwTJg-hELwZ9gAdhRzuarLSOdDeJgS90H2w/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">this post</div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://lisabest.blogspot.com/2009/12/gulp.html">http://lisabest.blogspot.com/2009/12/gulp.html</a><br /><br /><br /><br />made me happy cry. I feel lucky. Lucky that my son is so incredibly loved.<br /></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-24831087844025008652009-12-15T14:42:00.000-08:002009-12-15T14:45:13.548-08:00Safety FirstWhen Decko rides in the car with me he typically sits on my shoulders so he can look out the window. The other day we were in the car and Decko went into the back of the car. I looked back to see what he was doing and this is what I saw.<br /><div></div><br /><div align="center">Safety first!</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415597621153857138" 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/AVvXsEgA90O-AQux24I4j1V30iH1VA9DzjRHDjazpwHJS9e2aUyGaHp8I_9SE7SXQ0BoYUOlwP5TnUXufiNVfAgoJcb8s30fSYBzF5eRafdJYyhissUQNohEmv3PSOElpVDeBQ-kCJW1N0UsptI/s320/safety+first.jpg" border="0" /></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-53169116925305940292009-12-15T13:43:00.000-08:002009-12-15T14:14:53.590-08:00Holiday fun weekend<div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>I tried to make this weekend fun and festive by doing come Christmas activities. </div><br /><br /><div>On Friday I invited Mickayla over to have a sleep over with Will and I. We made some Moose Munch and the kids started crunching up some candy canes for the peppermint bark that I made. They had fun minus fighting over the meat cleaver, which they were using as a hammer to break up the pieces.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415583054431721874" 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/AVvXsEjV1imkkJQLG3ykYHrhHcyWk47uShzf-8lJRybDRIiNL2lc041qUfVRQ9HU1f8Cda2YsbvR56mpcFpuJcrB-1hT0viW-37929LvClHignb9ovyEigIP_q5d6vR024NWuE3ehtgzUCogdxU/s320/cookin.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Sometimes I think Will doesn't realize how much he loves Mickayla. They are so much like siblings. While we were baking he said, "Mom, why is Mickayla here?" I replied, "Because we're having a sleep over." "Why?" he asked. "Because it's fun!" "Well it's not fun for me Mom!" "Well, she's my sister and it's fun for me."</div><br /><div>Later when the kids were asleep on my bed, and I was cuddled up with Decko on the couch, I had to remind my self. "This is fun for me!"</div><br /><div>The next morning we got up and got all bundled up to meet Nella and her kids to go ice skating. At first I was trying to help Will skate. After accusations such as "You're pulling me too fast." "You are making me fall." I decided to take a break and told Will that he could skate again once he decided that he was going to have fun.<br /></div><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415582362391865602" 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/AVvXsEiCT2oWDxVRqT9uawvriQh34KoUSx-6m_WMl9BzoHNtVJYUBTWQPtEH3IHARicyj7n28dlJOxQtLDDeMyzRsgc4Ctt9AiurbWeS7YcalAHNN51Bq2NgUGfoNYBDBSUjgdGA-0y5snRQ0r0/s320/ice+skating.jpg" border="0" />After a few minutes of sitting Will decided that he wanted to skate again. We talked about how it's ok to fall and that everyone falls but that you have to just laugh and keep going. I think it was easier for him to realize that when skating with Mickayla and Bailey. They held his hands and when one of them fell they all fell. They looked like they were having fun. I enjoyed some time watching while talking to Nella.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415582358194231938" 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/AVvXsEgnFjxE4-2k5Ld2lmOV6tOJ4OxRigDmIkI9Q0lWh7Ro59ROJhSAw90HiGcmhkrdmMMHoElgYG40JDanOsKHqPy3ulh9PaVSDjEes5hKkTtKywYXSN7yaDe5Wsmha2OisDtS5kYZz11Ql-4/s320/skating2.jpg" border="0" />Later that night we went to my parents church party, where the kids got pictures with Santa's helper. (I'm not even gonna try to say that this guy is Santa, the beard is obviously fake!) The kids seemed to have fun and I again enjoyed time talking with Nella and Casey.</div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415582368003914402" 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/AVvXsEgZw8SogqH0uBltUmP1x83TWngRda-31nGfX2hj3rLHiRnP6t3ghQt9uuHdINCurxctBLqpDsJLecwJggAvt2SUKG7RvsbuTukM8ySo4x1Ar5LsoPBECfqBlHWWJBJ3LQ2sPbymcZULK9Y/s320/santa.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div><div>I think our favorite part of the night was when I borrowed this adorable baby from a family at the party. They recently adopted him from an orphanage, I believe in Cambodia (?? amy, correct me if I'm wrong.) He was the sweetest thing. Unfortunately we had to give him up when it was time for him to play baby Jesus in the Nativity. </div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUBWG4sC71TQtAvLaa_hPOVqxfzTOWna216trBbpYIIXZY5TdlWAWdL3CAZN8JDNzzqI-7Du4eKFCPrlXiiOMwA4cq1boMnMCsZMBsJ1Ct6iNywAHD9JyuxXCIIVi9DRxF5h4s8VTCs1I/s1600-h/baby3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415588244478938482" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUBWG4sC71TQtAvLaa_hPOVqxfzTOWna216trBbpYIIXZY5TdlWAWdL3CAZN8JDNzzqI-7Du4eKFCPrlXiiOMwA4cq1boMnMCsZMBsJ1Ct6iNywAHD9JyuxXCIIVi9DRxF5h4s8VTCs1I/s320/baby3.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Vz_sMi5EWXj5AJZ13HFdHs8GmHBuVus3zL51-DCtc-kgoWIXMZ4TC7GFON09mvil1dl44YAD8wdAd8zgjcYNeo-1IIKR2k_cOjZVXv4xXQ4mfobyBad6VigJHKJnr-nsVbOmC3ch3rA/s1600-h/baby2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415588236004876706" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Vz_sMi5EWXj5AJZ13HFdHs8GmHBuVus3zL51-DCtc-kgoWIXMZ4TC7GFON09mvil1dl44YAD8wdAd8zgjcYNeo-1IIKR2k_cOjZVXv4xXQ4mfobyBad6VigJHKJnr-nsVbOmC3ch3rA/s320/baby2.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK6-Ho4dAURNfuWNaRGNUVLNoKNwcEs7JAMbzDICYw8vQM4V-j7WATBXXsnCNksAmQNYCuarisd8-dWEhYOx5EPm1XXOias4RHJkU-fObWqeg1y30qUxJRtkp6P_PD9oOIrykBeCZEzwE/s1600-h/baby1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415588230444997730" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK6-Ho4dAURNfuWNaRGNUVLNoKNwcEs7JAMbzDICYw8vQM4V-j7WATBXXsnCNksAmQNYCuarisd8-dWEhYOx5EPm1XXOias4RHJkU-fObWqeg1y30qUxJRtkp6P_PD9oOIrykBeCZEzwE/s320/baby1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253318823216675826.post-15958940056608167862009-12-10T13:12:00.000-08:002009-12-10T13:15:16.972-08:00Poor DeckoWill and Decko have a love hate relationship. I think Will needs a bigger dog that would be able to protect himself more, but I'm glad that Decko is patient enough to put up with Will. I'm sure Decko is happy on the weeks that Will is with his dad.<br /><br />My mom sent me an e-mail earlier today that said "Will wanted Decko to be festive. I walked in and found Decko sleeping with the head band on." and had this picture attached.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413718944783599410" 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/AVvXsEitD_hpjB2ckZ2XZp0ekSnYDVJA18wiw5pmxPGJgwTHv7MrSUPy3tSWbPK5heiG-xpkCyziVztC6sT5EjF9yvcKJX0PFq9dNUNNGq1jJOWUD1TDfrJjwZyxY0EKbAqf5CLMQ2_XvLjRRTM/s320/decko.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Poor Decko. </div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10725984289847474927noreply@blogger.com2