tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281020102024-03-07T21:04:27.788-07:00Pictures Galore!!AJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10766456108807151821noreply@blogger.comBlogger118125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-38285125359194297392010-11-20T22:31:00.010-07:002010-11-25T08:50:45.874-07:00Funny Kids and Stories<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5tXxK3FrTsc-QwTBezckwQmR5cXTsN7A0HYT6kI0hjIknd4D9oUuAALuhkx8RoHKv1qrcideQB3jOdnIMfcH93KzPXITHNqj1ZTezX185_GLS4pB_Zqmo2Ecy4QfHRKwEP6Kr5Q/s1600/IMG_0537.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5tXxK3FrTsc-QwTBezckwQmR5cXTsN7A0HYT6kI0hjIknd4D9oUuAALuhkx8RoHKv1qrcideQB3jOdnIMfcH93KzPXITHNqj1ZTezX185_GLS4pB_Zqmo2Ecy4QfHRKwEP6Kr5Q/s320/IMG_0537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541872941500328322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />October is always a blur. It goes so fast and there are so many events. Halloween has become bigger than Christmas. My kids had 6 dress-up events this Halloween. It was crazy and a lot of fun. I didn't get great pictures of them all in their costumes at the same time; we seemed to take more video of the kids. But here are a couple:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE001jSI3-s1bdwiiC3H3XLuMP7OjsFCXJxPs_1bldzvOvOZPYU0rz5SMKqGkbrhQh7rdb1Mu5k7B2n00TpNR3aq5kYIkv22GFlj70-Up0nkZKTafX0lM7Fmr4cN4GXj3kAKVZgg/s1600/IMG_0529.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE001jSI3-s1bdwiiC3H3XLuMP7OjsFCXJxPs_1bldzvOvOZPYU0rz5SMKqGkbrhQh7rdb1Mu5k7B2n00TpNR3aq5kYIkv22GFlj70-Up0nkZKTafX0lM7Fmr4cN4GXj3kAKVZgg/s320/IMG_0529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541872931825867346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7AETi0B9xAw4YBfgf5-hJS0ZSYybWpQMZnvB-lBktnPCEBVDzTfX7M9rkVAQRC2MEl4xgi0TkEZZVqrNl1-JlKZb7BFcgE407PlLm8PVWSuIVY5ziIDaPNW4demaIqSVZAYnaNA/s1600/IMG_2170.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7AETi0B9xAw4YBfgf5-hJS0ZSYybWpQMZnvB-lBktnPCEBVDzTfX7M9rkVAQRC2MEl4xgi0TkEZZVqrNl1-JlKZb7BFcgE407PlLm8PVWSuIVY5ziIDaPNW4demaIqSVZAYnaNA/s320/IMG_2170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541872933008960530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Projects:<br />We have had a variety of projects going on at our house. Our biggest outdoor project was building flower beds in our backyard. Captain F actually did it from start to finish in a fairly organized way. We didn't have to make too many trips back to the hardware store. Captain F has improved significantly since we first bought our house. There were quite a few home improvement projects that didn't quite turn out. But back to the garden, our bedroom window looks out on this sad patch of concrete backyard. The garden boxes are a welcome improvement. We planted the box with lots and lots of bulbs. It should be gorgeous in the spring.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdminxpmKJWw9WoGDMMoimSWNGNqdGPsW0INrOylTn3Udvx3wxYzIVidH8d_vLW_w6vIL8WHQ08t4Au05cX-GBFB22Fnww2vzPQyJbEktxbtY1Szafrug_uzkkfEGbEifT6UnSQA/s1600/IMG_0526.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdminxpmKJWw9WoGDMMoimSWNGNqdGPsW0INrOylTn3Udvx3wxYzIVidH8d_vLW_w6vIL8WHQ08t4Au05cX-GBFB22Fnww2vzPQyJbEktxbtY1Szafrug_uzkkfEGbEifT6UnSQA/s320/IMG_0526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541874105742282946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>One of my favorite videos of the kids helping Captain F with this project was deleted off my phone by Little V. Oh well. But here is another video of Little V helping paint the wood which leads us to another project--potty training Little V.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LrDRG4ZfAkk?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LrDRG4ZfAkk?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br />So the update on potty training is that we started last week and she is doing great. Of course there are some accidents, but she is really doing well. After watching the video you can see that she didn't want to do it. I had bought all sorts of cute presents to bribe/reward her. One day I showed them to her, this was before the video above was taken, and she liked all the presents. She wanted them right then. I told her no, that these were presents for when she went potty. She was upset, but as I put the presents away she regained her composure and said, "I no want dose presents." The big break came when I noticed she was going in her diaper and I hurried and put her on the potty. She was able to go in there and then I gave her a present. She thought that was OK. She still didn't want underwear, but from that point on she was willing to go potty once a day or so. Then she finally said she wanted to wear underwear. That's when we really started last week. All and all it has been pretty painless. I was probably the biggest hurdle. Sometimes it is hard to find the time and commit. I am sure most people don't want to read about potty training, sorry, but these are the victories of my life.<br /><br />Moving on, for Captain F's birthday I gave him barefoot running shoes. He is easing his way into barefoot running. Even still, his calves have both cramped up in the process. The Prince loves to run with dad. They run around the block, which is about a third of a mile. Captain F was pretty surprised that the Prince kept a good pace and even sprinted at the end. Little V, never one to be left behind, found a way to get in on the act.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhYua1Ql0t9PshCjpG7M0oiKwyRkqz784FU7V-I19k-Vwm_AhryTi-83XatS_w1gtZ4CS1o6MEHnunNXqq8PVGBZBe8P38To17lfZUh_BUMYL5LZOD1VFV3upvT9iWZzuwNCq7JQ/s1600/IMG_2178.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhYua1Ql0t9PshCjpG7M0oiKwyRkqz784FU7V-I19k-Vwm_AhryTi-83XatS_w1gtZ4CS1o6MEHnunNXqq8PVGBZBe8P38To17lfZUh_BUMYL5LZOD1VFV3upvT9iWZzuwNCq7JQ/s320/IMG_2178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541872921276856802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The kids getting a tickle from my Dad.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwEyw6nRCD7hmkunopjQRZS1AdnnMRRv_ChuxH-Km-thLYDLyXuo4J5gAKo8P-5t5I73pCTYD0Yi8fz0BVEuWkTVFK5SaqKsQrWtcAVLTTuhyCkIJQ2oPUe87AGlJPfuRtstyzgA/s1600/IMG_2166.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwEyw6nRCD7hmkunopjQRZS1AdnnMRRv_ChuxH-Km-thLYDLyXuo4J5gAKo8P-5t5I73pCTYD0Yi8fz0BVEuWkTVFK5SaqKsQrWtcAVLTTuhyCkIJQ2oPUe87AGlJPfuRtstyzgA/s320/IMG_2166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541872946394019874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Finally, my favorite story lately is of Frosty. Two weekends ago three different kids in the neighborhood all cut their hair. I had to talk to my kids about never doing that and if they want a haircut we will take them to get one. The Prince had been wanting a haircut for a while because he said, "My hair's all crazy." So one Tuesday I scheduled a haircut for the Prince and Captain F with Pat, a woman, the Barber. This is the Prince's favorite place to get a haircut because Pat gives him lots of mints afterwards and they have cool cars to play with. Plus, he loves going were dad goes for a haircut. Anyway, the Prince was talking about the haircut all day. Little V thought she was going. When Captain F came home from work, Little V would not be left behind. Captain F said I better come along, too, so I could watch the kids while he got his haircut. So, it turned into a family outing. The Prince got his haircut first, then V sat in the chair and got her hair pulled back. It was perfect because she felt like she had had a turn. Finally, Captain F got his haircut. When Pat finished she asked if we would like her to trim the baby's hair so it was out of her eyes. I didn't really care, but I thought it was nice of her to offer so I agreed. We put Frosty in the chair, then Pat wrapped the cloth around her and next thing I know Pat says, "She'll look much better with these ends gone." Clip Clip. Pat gave her a full haircut. Frosty had her first haircut just shy of 6 months. Little V had her first haircut at 2 1/2. Frosty's hair is still poofy, so it sort of looks like a mom haircut. Here are some before and after photos.<br /><br /></div><div>(Sorry these pictures aren't in order, for some reason I can't move them around.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSXCjNHdFcjPCPmHE2-EXy8ZNkGB-VdvDE4qhC_OFOeyyeAH1LSA5CQ31pxs6A4Av8bPXPhknB8nbEP9HBMR8VhFhVSySCVgb5PaqFYqM4yxhssgx7csfYrPUupwt7-GVU5i6pdQ/s1600/IMG_0071.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSXCjNHdFcjPCPmHE2-EXy8ZNkGB-VdvDE4qhC_OFOeyyeAH1LSA5CQ31pxs6A4Av8bPXPhknB8nbEP9HBMR8VhFhVSySCVgb5PaqFYqM4yxhssgx7csfYrPUupwt7-GVU5i6pdQ/s320/IMG_0071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542565037962841122" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisyKs4-JFsoYc3z376E_OSM7uwmY3v_viUjNQd8DzJorphpiUzeN7_kTCFK_IgtdkevqMylVto9N0t2b1Y9_Jb02rmG2jkH80m2cAyiVmO79B0zE2e80tLgmfJ8rOpYG9c3t16ag/s1600/IMG_0062.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisyKs4-JFsoYc3z376E_OSM7uwmY3v_viUjNQd8DzJorphpiUzeN7_kTCFK_IgtdkevqMylVto9N0t2b1Y9_Jb02rmG2jkH80m2cAyiVmO79B0zE2e80tLgmfJ8rOpYG9c3t16ag/s320/IMG_0062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542565009277529058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTqqz9M0YOsvwRJAaTb9awivjPTj6RWK3-GG66ysEkZW3KfNLGh44cqxDq8DpNHxFxnNfmwxO4XhXBmW5v8LK9aVrb8WmmqwFhfC92TkTtqqgEwdY7JbNihsrIfIdaeTfBgwu3EA/s320/IMG_2180.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541874119514898658" border="0" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigaR5aBKtt9jlYdKSh9eojbyQefudu9rPOruwvp8Xk16DDWBLuJre_6vgEADK2QaXENm9VTObRTRorQ65C-icU9PwLL_l90pUHsduPrmi4txEHBdGN5cLjuxGRw-wtWQ1E9BAWcA/s320/IMG_0036.JPG" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541874117785930258" border="0" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp2iDInbCgm5I8Distm6zyrIUxQxhlMLu2FwUL5Co23nZwzBt_vISs5tg7RrTlANzRgBYmCqYPb3RRQes4wa6YMdPouudlGEr8Nny2sGvYrvz9pW-nkGO5wjrq-TWVZ6E0OLoMiQ/s320/IMG_0048.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542564994834678866" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrFw5iJL27TNvKaKVDPFr8NtkBbWmzHT4JPhYVNHPf9VMThXKKsb2bhpqNTh5tRsM_tCjLGnAnIB3azvCXN3Aivnfzg1hyphenhyphenYQ-pR_LuB4LCsrqK6ef_85g0BCKzBAgUYx4dA4RrsA/s1600/IMG_0079.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrFw5iJL27TNvKaKVDPFr8NtkBbWmzHT4JPhYVNHPf9VMThXKKsb2bhpqNTh5tRsM_tCjLGnAnIB3azvCXN3Aivnfzg1hyphenhyphenYQ-pR_LuB4LCsrqK6ef_85g0BCKzBAgUYx4dA4RrsA/s320/IMG_0079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542565050459594226" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-52379391113240783512010-10-01T10:33:00.005-06:002010-10-02T11:21:43.346-06:00New Stuff<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSSnSJxiFiDW7-OOL0b-NF9h6lca1cm7bIyHcDAeiNmIs9tCLvrRn2qkVkI3CaembH3al_e7fLI-II3LmniOjnBuqJTyNM_55Zruy3hQznoxFCv78WmBKy8DUr4Wlt5t8Ai_6ovw/s1600/IMG_2150.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSSnSJxiFiDW7-OOL0b-NF9h6lca1cm7bIyHcDAeiNmIs9tCLvrRn2qkVkI3CaembH3al_e7fLI-II3LmniOjnBuqJTyNM_55Zruy3hQznoxFCv78WmBKy8DUr4Wlt5t8Ai_6ovw/s320/IMG_2150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523117377255131586" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The above is a picture of our new antique cupboard. Captain F and I have had credit at an antique store for years. Finally on Labor Day we got my mom to tend the kids and went down to the store. We found a couple good options, but decided on this beautiful pine cupboard that fits perfectly in our kitchen. We have been wanting something for that spot since we moved in to the house. It is so nice to have the extra storage. As you can see, I haven't finished decorating it, but we are totally thrilled by how it is coming along. We also got that cool wagon at the same time.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6jxuKbCc46Wh21Uhll_1NMh_eRfIr7b1jfzVEc2IfVUtLEcK4At2Q1TeTvhvXItprhUQRbTCEDRcfo5V2iCnKLuZftxJ5FaJwBkkRfl1Fx0P7RneNpDBMI7AWYZ_AwcmJIR96vQ/s1600/IMG_2137.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6jxuKbCc46Wh21Uhll_1NMh_eRfIr7b1jfzVEc2IfVUtLEcK4At2Q1TeTvhvXItprhUQRbTCEDRcfo5V2iCnKLuZftxJ5FaJwBkkRfl1Fx0P7RneNpDBMI7AWYZ_AwcmJIR96vQ/s320/IMG_2137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523117369560328290" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>V is now in Dance class. It is the cutest thing ever! She does tap and ballet. I don't think she is particularly good at it, yet, but it is adorable. She is awful about letting me take pictures of her in her outfit. This was the best picture I got.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some pictures of Frosty and the gang.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVTRNoe2Lty6XOvX7ynLkMFO-BcEGHIXFYIquATRomJmVW43zeCoGS-3LRvdo_4LRDDA8SCjXA2Ed7eWbiY4nreWcUiLzQAZvpMKe_ZvxLqB-r39sKozsz29TzrHLUIlve8gtnA/s1600/IMG_2148.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVTRNoe2Lty6XOvX7ynLkMFO-BcEGHIXFYIquATRomJmVW43zeCoGS-3LRvdo_4LRDDA8SCjXA2Ed7eWbiY4nreWcUiLzQAZvpMKe_ZvxLqB-r39sKozsz29TzrHLUIlve8gtnA/s320/IMG_2148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523117365318363298" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6B6k-_H2xvUM5Rng9YHVMxYxSWoO8qUQER5P_5NUgKUYn7GKAqV5paVSJwM9adfEUpW141EyKY1hSc99WWyETPxoT0-73m9d3oMRXdrSNyqVqu3cmFTvOfMF9U1-FRRWZJbe2Ug/s1600/IMG_2144.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6B6k-_H2xvUM5Rng9YHVMxYxSWoO8qUQER5P_5NUgKUYn7GKAqV5paVSJwM9adfEUpW141EyKY1hSc99WWyETPxoT0-73m9d3oMRXdrSNyqVqu3cmFTvOfMF9U1-FRRWZJbe2Ug/s320/IMG_2144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523117362674883186" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio_bSJZ11QBWAQsg-M5aN22_hfHFLhqc_n51GC6yvYTb7ulMh8uMAoUE2fEXdfE2YgXf5ks0QLwWGFgkdrsv4RK8yUjDv-hOpLKAPFciPQ-Yk9DaKj2OZ8eoxqEEnpe7j5ORbJaA/s1600/IMG_2126.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio_bSJZ11QBWAQsg-M5aN22_hfHFLhqc_n51GC6yvYTb7ulMh8uMAoUE2fEXdfE2YgXf5ks0QLwWGFgkdrsv4RK8yUjDv-hOpLKAPFciPQ-Yk9DaKj2OZ8eoxqEEnpe7j5ORbJaA/s320/IMG_2126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523117355356365650" /></a><br /></div>Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-75882926665794029792010-08-18T14:27:00.016-06:002010-08-19T23:21:24.752-06:00summer updatesPart I--General Pictures and Baby Blessing<br /><br />Here are some more pictures of the kids from this summer. We have been busy, busy. Frosty is a total trooper. We cart her around everywhere. We have been to Weber a few times, but not as much as usual because of conflicting travel schedules. We haven't gone anywhere, but we have had lots of visitors. Initially, my family was going to drive from SLC to Glacier National Park and then on to Calgary and Banff in the beginning of July. I told Captain F we could totally do it with our 4 year-old, 2 year-old, and newborn. He was very skeptical. It sounded like torture to him. He said, "This just sounds like Weber with a 14 hour drive. I get all the cowboy I want at Weber and it is just 1 hour away." That comment was enough to derail my entire family. They decided to go another direction, New York City. Needless to say, I didn't think we would have fun taking our 4 year-old, 2 year-old, and newborn there. In the end, we decided a trip just wasn't in the cards this summer. Good thing people came to us.<br /><br />Ootsie took this picture of the kids on the last day of her first trip to Utah of the summer.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCbRYaGiokelr5xYDhFCd5WimSLodDnTHIKf9JSB4w3dPtfwfm3cwuFXDGr35ezycyfNnXcwtW9MXo9PjuDcXlOAVNP9Gk-kKmYpgyE0AIgIs_9QGrJVNB18phc8TsvuM6XeeSIw/s1600/06-08-2010+052.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCbRYaGiokelr5xYDhFCd5WimSLodDnTHIKf9JSB4w3dPtfwfm3cwuFXDGr35ezycyfNnXcwtW9MXo9PjuDcXlOAVNP9Gk-kKmYpgyE0AIgIs_9QGrJVNB18phc8TsvuM6XeeSIw/s320/06-08-2010+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506851805206238434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We were able to take some friends up to Weber in June for an overnight adventure. We decided to go the day of and we actually pulled it together.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU5aiwdzTT4w03CRPgq-q4kluYmNktIiUiAM-fJzuDCBPm6txeENsdGYOXRb5KiWbLBsYAhx_OogegtdOdQ_v398M9QLNFL9Si20lmsNrrjhHOQseg5K9lMYZTXQqhUKXKcR5JvA/s1600/IMG_0386.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU5aiwdzTT4w03CRPgq-q4kluYmNktIiUiAM-fJzuDCBPm6txeENsdGYOXRb5KiWbLBsYAhx_OogegtdOdQ_v398M9QLNFL9Si20lmsNrrjhHOQseg5K9lMYZTXQqhUKXKcR5JvA/s320/IMG_0386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506851815599670898" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgno8F7qucFkUn5UJVLgNwiya5QXugMyXSUyLkYN5h0Yv7muQ_V1PGJCcR3s1RiNc5_uHyv23XoNl6yUS7ff0AGHLtFvJT1bCtIucU4IxySYTsfa7xkDw9JxZEzCHHNkpRxfequ3g/s1600/IMG_1871.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgno8F7qucFkUn5UJVLgNwiya5QXugMyXSUyLkYN5h0Yv7muQ_V1PGJCcR3s1RiNc5_uHyv23XoNl6yUS7ff0AGHLtFvJT1bCtIucU4IxySYTsfa7xkDw9JxZEzCHHNkpRxfequ3g/s320/IMG_1871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506939373560578690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifPAHaQzVAJtgTeIXXaqWSU4M0xNQrrAy6Vs0JXs2cFwoYWAo3EeqlVlokbTRpJ08ACfgzjA_lgyqtw_xipn-fKafoi336JkFGVizAErZWazhT9GJCsA3Ldbc9SeL50uM55KD-EA/s1600/IMG_1874.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifPAHaQzVAJtgTeIXXaqWSU4M0xNQrrAy6Vs0JXs2cFwoYWAo3EeqlVlokbTRpJ08ACfgzjA_lgyqtw_xipn-fKafoi336JkFGVizAErZWazhT9GJCsA3Ldbc9SeL50uM55KD-EA/s320/IMG_1874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506939378544826290" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzB4x1HSlMwllArxWn_ZrEwZokpumCC65Z4X8RrgbfAWc1Ipl60Ic09fMUnP6nGn4THOM-tKBex9YlQPCXnvRbe7wzsSKMwDTNLgHdlLt-W0nbe7NH7iENEbcW6fsR9NlbpvmePg/s1600/IMG_1870.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzB4x1HSlMwllArxWn_ZrEwZokpumCC65Z4X8RrgbfAWc1Ipl60Ic09fMUnP6nGn4THOM-tKBex9YlQPCXnvRbe7wzsSKMwDTNLgHdlLt-W0nbe7NH7iENEbcW6fsR9NlbpvmePg/s320/IMG_1870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506939389528046706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We blessed little Frosty on July 3rd. I know it was not a Sunday. The Canadians arrived in Utah on July 2nd, and my entire family left for NYC at 6 a.m. on July 4th. Saturday was the only day we could do it. We had the blessing and brunch at my parents' house. It was so nice not to have to get my house ready on top of everything else. The blessing was nice, if not real reverent, and the food afterwords was great. Lots of people went swimming, too. It was a fun celebration for little Frosty.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8HL15BoAclRTACNAS48PrmS1HhRZ5AZ3tXg10e4S_2B2SjJJkkl29Mfd6NrtM56W9-iyFqTRuZlowgdd6wQ2qTwzoE8nFSSSJJVR6PQGM0K3js8cP8ii6UnVrXLY7Nqc1x2bb5Q/s1600/IMG_1904.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8HL15BoAclRTACNAS48PrmS1HhRZ5AZ3tXg10e4S_2B2SjJJkkl29Mfd6NrtM56W9-iyFqTRuZlowgdd6wQ2qTwzoE8nFSSSJJVR6PQGM0K3js8cP8ii6UnVrXLY7Nqc1x2bb5Q/s320/IMG_1904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506851821844648402" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjagzhMg388xPevRsRZoEp074A2aAtRzb2DCnDddAzeaPmUNU96zxAXMuYIyhN75CbyjJX-O4RpjR0o3a0huOjvXP0xl6lZ6yowbnMvL2lEF8ksbRoaSg3GFQwIDK1zjWlIjOPiaA/s1600/IMG_1907.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjagzhMg388xPevRsRZoEp074A2aAtRzb2DCnDddAzeaPmUNU96zxAXMuYIyhN75CbyjJX-O4RpjR0o3a0huOjvXP0xl6lZ6yowbnMvL2lEF8ksbRoaSg3GFQwIDK1zjWlIjOPiaA/s320/IMG_1907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506851830660120226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAPchATiGXvbCEjjQzNV0TAdhVXUjRWWnL0Ja9VGpeaZM9nPoH50RpZ1dFNiMU1huR74vlLFW02N_4q3DknZWgDrQ-qNZQ7pfCGWrzUD_kT2rmqz8H1qD6VQD63JICLdiSLlwdRQ/s1600/IMG_1912.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAPchATiGXvbCEjjQzNV0TAdhVXUjRWWnL0Ja9VGpeaZM9nPoH50RpZ1dFNiMU1huR74vlLFW02N_4q3DknZWgDrQ-qNZQ7pfCGWrzUD_kT2rmqz8H1qD6VQD63JICLdiSLlwdRQ/s320/IMG_1912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506851839920768882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkZVGutiUY1cgUlyVksZSds241m9wHKf3WtYvQ12SznDBDctdtQvfOtq5mdNTLBWwhyphenhyphenjQIIvoHsEEKT5LMW_SC1LRarVbZd4A3R-R4-plXORw_g0OiRuzO2bTh6Us4A_RMc-qBtQ/s1600/IMG_1953.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkZVGutiUY1cgUlyVksZSds241m9wHKf3WtYvQ12SznDBDctdtQvfOtq5mdNTLBWwhyphenhyphenjQIIvoHsEEKT5LMW_SC1LRarVbZd4A3R-R4-plXORw_g0OiRuzO2bTh6Us4A_RMc-qBtQ/s320/IMG_1953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506853564540591298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeD65O2-OfCzFCTL5U3bp7gRsAnXEiRfNRrYNT__bcbfzOYuuvVp2nTkUIJYzseI6GLyZ7WUfkaBCl-KlG3KyHCXNOdjAXFitS1kz79Juwq6DYmjUKoCHkSbnMO4MBVTZVfq1iAg/s1600/IMG_1944.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeD65O2-OfCzFCTL5U3bp7gRsAnXEiRfNRrYNT__bcbfzOYuuvVp2nTkUIJYzseI6GLyZ7WUfkaBCl-KlG3KyHCXNOdjAXFitS1kz79Juwq6DYmjUKoCHkSbnMO4MBVTZVfq1iAg/s320/IMG_1944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506853554950277906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />V had her first swimming lessons this summer. The first day she was very brave for the first 25 minutes and then started to cry. The second day I got in with her when it was clear she was going to cry again. After that, she was a star student. She loved to volunteer to go first for everything. The Prince turned out to be a little too advanced for his class, but when I signed him up at the beginning of the summer that would have been the right level. He is basically water safe at this point. We still watch him, but he is able to swim without a life jacket or any aid. He just swam the length of the pool at my parents' house a couple of days ago. Like I said, I would never leave him unattended, but he is doing great.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW8gPZ3AY9923WZ7A8Ohy29zpT66OgM7j_HWCHiZOxEepkJbkDX0GkaE3zU9MW1kksARMUqDjJGSFajZnSisFRjLLbCXjdpkCOXJTL3PBCZaZlYqWQSoU1Ryc6OOLs-pKPwBn8iw/s1600/IMG_1911.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW8gPZ3AY9923WZ7A8Ohy29zpT66OgM7j_HWCHiZOxEepkJbkDX0GkaE3zU9MW1kksARMUqDjJGSFajZnSisFRjLLbCXjdpkCOXJTL3PBCZaZlYqWQSoU1Ryc6OOLs-pKPwBn8iw/s320/IMG_1911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506939408244725314" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFd0wIID4-xEC4OCnvHDWM1sM0iV2IWZFENTifeEsaAZht4H5poaqf-kcaw6A6IuD7GF7JQlFXRpHrU3rnktH-qOv1RhLdMwrkcnsbfUA5BoSqjeWvo7OsjTD-R7DCIXffr1Ra1A/s1600/IMG_1910.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFd0wIID4-xEC4OCnvHDWM1sM0iV2IWZFENTifeEsaAZht4H5poaqf-kcaw6A6IuD7GF7JQlFXRpHrU3rnktH-qOv1RhLdMwrkcnsbfUA5BoSqjeWvo7OsjTD-R7DCIXffr1Ra1A/s320/IMG_1910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506939398422098178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br />Part II - Family Reunion<br /><br />Ootsie and Outsie stayed with us for a couple of days in early July. They came out for the blessing and to go to Ootsie's family reunion in Zion's National Park. They did lots of yard work before leaving our house to stay with Cicada, who had them do lots more yard work at her house. Then it was on to the reunion, which is a four day affair. Captain F decided to take both the Prince and V from Friday to Sunday. Frosty and I stayed home. The sleeping arrangements were too hard for a newborn baby. The kids had a great time. They got to sleep in a tent, go to a water park, do lots of swimming, and learn to belly dance. I had a quiet weekend at home. Everyone was happy, especially Ootsie who was glad Captain F would brave taking the kids alone to join in the fun at the reunion. I think even Captain F was happy, even though he got all the work.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ73crmzEvZlWf6qd0dDzumsDEKdDBHEXYyCwbLjKlGa70-G1ZhDYh8sgjI-pJW44BjK8gohFzx_gTAY36NdIEBEr-_yA-4pzh0Pe5m49_rsEUEZu6J6y4x50WmDnYmkAmiyPKcQ/s1600/IMG_1922.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ73crmzEvZlWf6qd0dDzumsDEKdDBHEXYyCwbLjKlGa70-G1ZhDYh8sgjI-pJW44BjK8gohFzx_gTAY36NdIEBEr-_yA-4pzh0Pe5m49_rsEUEZu6J6y4x50WmDnYmkAmiyPKcQ/s320/IMG_1922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506943494474641330" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqBnjBJ2ucx5zHBlphY1W3fjpRShxkcW2TWgul-8zMH58ZJijaX_lt4qE5GLVQBeNsWfVS3qPwT9zMFcJOTM-EHy3dAKF-ykHNKKnEgUgGP3Nbl9z9_IkZfyS0bu3qGjwPhhqNbA/s1600/IMG_1923.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqBnjBJ2ucx5zHBlphY1W3fjpRShxkcW2TWgul-8zMH58ZJijaX_lt4qE5GLVQBeNsWfVS3qPwT9zMFcJOTM-EHy3dAKF-ykHNKKnEgUgGP3Nbl9z9_IkZfyS0bu3qGjwPhhqNbA/s320/IMG_1923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506943501894841234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaHQbuj_1V8uvL74G-dJqPP_aLqFBO3OHbXJodK7Dn_oVjkQyeqpcS0undyHBZ8K_hBl5STAYoBXki8D4scOo29OG8cqPh64SsnYzCuruZnGCsuuEz_ajY5yNUchJwJtQq-kIxSQ/s1600/IMG_1925.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaHQbuj_1V8uvL74G-dJqPP_aLqFBO3OHbXJodK7Dn_oVjkQyeqpcS0undyHBZ8K_hBl5STAYoBXki8D4scOo29OG8cqPh64SsnYzCuruZnGCsuuEz_ajY5yNUchJwJtQq-kIxSQ/s320/IMG_1925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506943515237417698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br />Part III--Richie's Visit<br /><br />Richie decided to come out to Utah this summer afterall. He was here for a little less than a week, but we packed it with lots of activities and some down time, too. One of the funnest things we did was hike to Cecret Lake in Alta with the kids and Aunt Brat. The kids were great and walked almost all the way by themselves. Richie volunteered to carry Frosty, but he said he wouldn't take her if she had poop. To which Aunt Brat, who had volunteered to take her as well, said, "That goes for me, too." Richie was also very careful while watching the kids by the edge of the lake. You can see he has a good hold on V. We followed up the hike with a trip to Lagoon that night with all the family, except Senor who was on vacation with his girlfriend.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYFhbpLO2RcDJX2iklY0iBaDM1vbz1wn5n6Jx3ml6PL1n9sdrKIzTZqCvinsKKRT9dhxLPDlY6_xn6Yxfd89A_1v8FxzWGVT1lvTp4KISZKrMCsaeMyOAFT-XAn3PqAsyxdmZ-BQ/s1600/IMG_1983.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYFhbpLO2RcDJX2iklY0iBaDM1vbz1wn5n6Jx3ml6PL1n9sdrKIzTZqCvinsKKRT9dhxLPDlY6_xn6Yxfd89A_1v8FxzWGVT1lvTp4KISZKrMCsaeMyOAFT-XAn3PqAsyxdmZ-BQ/s320/IMG_1983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506853584769031042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihhM_ZeR_PqxPZhdX_rt_RRIeNIDBn_UvWCbCOhNmevIX1qgu69TCCp5Cbpj51V0pxZHX93EKHlGzmHYRFPVKD0xqWMoC1Lfh3ABmdCNFRiX8FR1A2Dy2thdF14w3ELJCnCB7_GQ/s1600/IMG_1968.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihhM_ZeR_PqxPZhdX_rt_RRIeNIDBn_UvWCbCOhNmevIX1qgu69TCCp5Cbpj51V0pxZHX93EKHlGzmHYRFPVKD0xqWMoC1Lfh3ABmdCNFRiX8FR1A2Dy2thdF14w3ELJCnCB7_GQ/s320/IMG_1968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506853569651687282" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSrLBBSQc-NjYwCQgWd8SEZIBhZMDNyDLrkpjE1zPnxa-PLp_FoDGSM2V-ExppxP8D5kNa5t7PKatGufwO3UbeNpiGssxmPWz8fpTcNmKeT8EpTodXPyl8ajS9voMUYy5_r1WDkw/s1600/IMG_1990.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSrLBBSQc-NjYwCQgWd8SEZIBhZMDNyDLrkpjE1zPnxa-PLp_FoDGSM2V-ExppxP8D5kNa5t7PKatGufwO3UbeNpiGssxmPWz8fpTcNmKeT8EpTodXPyl8ajS9voMUYy5_r1WDkw/s320/IMG_1990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506853596361105346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We also did lots of swimming and ate lots of good food. Richie is a great cook and always makes delicious meals for everyone. We should have taken pictures. Oops.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha_gE6weuCxePku-YrqeoOL0Oj_gTntMd5blTfXoSknUFv_PLSrq-IGPDaar_FKFWBPkplQYqVKU7FQnC6JezjgBTKwoCbGcBIlS-eyXnbtQQF_zrH0Dvjh5y3I7u1CoQY_hleBw/s1600/IMG_1994.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha_gE6weuCxePku-YrqeoOL0Oj_gTntMd5blTfXoSknUFv_PLSrq-IGPDaar_FKFWBPkplQYqVKU7FQnC6JezjgBTKwoCbGcBIlS-eyXnbtQQF_zrH0Dvjh5y3I7u1CoQY_hleBw/s320/IMG_1994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506943520660348514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(I am including the following picture because it is the only one taken of me recently that looks like I could be remotely attractive. I'll let you figure out why.)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwNuShNcRhkV2rZE1SF1GlXnHxSG-oHDNKXnY4gLNSJcvOYv_N3wwXdU4c2r4vYDAv_4iFgbHsgd2qGZSZcqKTb5QF-dSvhnRsq0fY7PJNIxqHq6-Idxa3FSIHuk-DQuJq79UJJw/s1600/IMG_2006.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwNuShNcRhkV2rZE1SF1GlXnHxSG-oHDNKXnY4gLNSJcvOYv_N3wwXdU4c2r4vYDAv_4iFgbHsgd2qGZSZcqKTb5QF-dSvhnRsq0fY7PJNIxqHq6-Idxa3FSIHuk-DQuJq79UJJw/s320/IMG_2006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506943530671534514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsL8KXiSrD-0XuHej1ZeZ7VtPR_5jKw4BZP7vYSqjfE-RRtPvphqMXntD0PTddbW2gXjRM6s2i3Z00MRJxAikd-2kUfcuN8y4DNXbGRjLqoKRVUqNlMjDOYS_S9MqOBnEC_vrS-A/s1600/IMG_2001.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsL8KXiSrD-0XuHej1ZeZ7VtPR_5jKw4BZP7vYSqjfE-RRtPvphqMXntD0PTddbW2gXjRM6s2i3Z00MRJxAikd-2kUfcuN8y4DNXbGRjLqoKRVUqNlMjDOYS_S9MqOBnEC_vrS-A/s320/IMG_2001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506945037124734418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFP8ERMYFOkx3yxnUFTq9_glFzCuRjFJD7ANbdA_vdyytplD9x4WeKwSkKnxG0DQ_gEUUg0dFfFTBEZyDl78S3Gbk8h62dguszB57MLpejrcpJWMvPcunfZAn4M0ao3C1Wn-Y4Kg/s1600/IMG_2008.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFP8ERMYFOkx3yxnUFTq9_glFzCuRjFJD7ANbdA_vdyytplD9x4WeKwSkKnxG0DQ_gEUUg0dFfFTBEZyDl78S3Gbk8h62dguszB57MLpejrcpJWMvPcunfZAn4M0ao3C1Wn-Y4Kg/s320/IMG_2008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506945028798917410" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmtldtRZ3EoyKQqrIH8wpFW0MM4yObjaNwqQxXxwgKFYWGTQoBMCAsZ7VoNd7KVBL9Hrt3rpnB8OI9R4nzDCNSJKKaahXw3eN0cKvx7YE4h5RugVbQP9VAONx4ToBjBlnl_yM0aQ/s1600/IMG_0410.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmtldtRZ3EoyKQqrIH8wpFW0MM4yObjaNwqQxXxwgKFYWGTQoBMCAsZ7VoNd7KVBL9Hrt3rpnB8OI9R4nzDCNSJKKaahXw3eN0cKvx7YE4h5RugVbQP9VAONx4ToBjBlnl_yM0aQ/s320/IMG_0410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506945041492111266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Richie is definitely a favorite uncle. Lucky for Richie he also got to spend time without the kids. He and Aunt Brat went on another hike and a movie without us. I think it was a successful trip.</div>Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-43439409513518460882010-06-19T21:56:00.006-06:002010-06-20T09:12:12.532-06:00Pictures of FrostyI promised to post some more pictures of the kids and particularly of baby Frosty, thus named because she was born with dark hair and lighter tips. How can she have frosted tips in the womb?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL0FV6SSvzMCdWA3azgAmDfTaGQYUPfMm0qYvA-0MGX49_cVnaBhyAF_eynilPNHd5kao3tKQLNZ6B_vLjECByWN2-34bgDoVIRnHBWIqpZbnkijP8X0xVfynCedfC1A9dbi5W4Q/s1600/IMG_1861.JPG"><br /></a><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglGvGV6p5THCu7JU5I7wDC7GPpHiVqaZAZ46klbSloh8I6ywepTJzGPN-rjjnlv88nFOhWUGx-YeqbI-a0tmvzqF3fw2sUtmYBVgbm4j6vfqWnUaofIYxs8YAng_I8LRWMNYWQlQ/s320/IMG_1836.JPG" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX7tyOtRqVcGDlAHSbuhkdnWoJOeBQVXFcKnFdxk5PYpxJivJAs4CCdJbjzD8v8SXS_yadLC2jMFK7dHYAMzyWQMDRGRhqAwSDH8nooNtRHzUU5xhsjc-d-9_ZbRrkMMhryfyPPw/s320/IMG_1832.JPG" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUiiZSnUMoTI0gh_Ap3alacuKP8bOG5uzdcJopqN1T3S8hHPWpq05ZbQYOS9EeHBImVrzu0O4saVkNxLUbt3Vf481iW_oCuWvx1QgsXLOc_aLzLH0vjr5eXKeHkTqify4qClp2mA/s320/IMG_1834.JPG" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We have been so busy since Frosty was born. We may have just had a baby, but we have two other kids that still need to be entertained. Thankfully, Ootsie came here the day after Frosty and I came home from the hospital. She stayed for two weeks and it was wonderful. It is very easy to have a third child when someone else is doing the dishes, cooking, and entertaining your other kids. Ootsie blogged and posted pictures of some of her adventures with the kids. <a href="http://www.msmcjiggity.blogspot.com/">http://www.msmcjiggity.blogspot.com/</a> </div><div><br /></div><div>Plus, she even spent one morning working in the yard with Captain F. After a couple of hours working with his mom, Captain F came in and said, "It is just so nice to have two people working. I feel like I am actually gaining ground, not just maintaining." Even when I am not pregnant or recovering we rarely are able to both work together. One of us is usually watching the kids. The yard looks so much better. Now we just need to plant some flowers, and then I will post pictures. We had to wait until after our new roof and soffits and facia were installed, otherwise our garden would have been destroyed. As it was, our perennials didn't fare too well.</div><div><br /></div><div>One of my favorite parts of the new roof was that they came the day of the Prince's birthday party. It was a little crazy but we survived. I will blog about the birthday later. It did turn out great despite the chaos.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-eJ8sKY7ubji3fFWmcqSqaM8mjkDbaPXoqbxI1hlNw1UyxE2nOHji2aYnyaYc0wQWNY7gcTQopjJrrMLssjqMvHX2CFrykeeuwNsMNSZRbKvfr5jPKBIDcD4mf3a8LYlobezJew/s1600/IMG_1853.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-eJ8sKY7ubji3fFWmcqSqaM8mjkDbaPXoqbxI1hlNw1UyxE2nOHji2aYnyaYc0wQWNY7gcTQopjJrrMLssjqMvHX2CFrykeeuwNsMNSZRbKvfr5jPKBIDcD4mf3a8LYlobezJew/s320/IMG_1853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484850175448036066" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here are a couple more recent pictures of Frosty. We have the matching outfit for Little V. So cute! Poor Frosty is suffering from baby acne. I hate this stage. Good thing she is still beautiful.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfdEgI-hEgTXoHiFt0p3Fe5Vafbp3EiUbxhRpBLiH5HtQaSlEA998DWQsv68qGsD5yDScTbb0b4dgS6n85EqeP2oL-pwVIM2zZlsPF7Rs4yRXLc53GldkaxNanPUqv30olOY0Dg/s1600/IMG_1844.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfdEgI-hEgTXoHiFt0p3Fe5Vafbp3EiUbxhRpBLiH5HtQaSlEA998DWQsv68qGsD5yDScTbb0b4dgS6n85EqeP2oL-pwVIM2zZlsPF7Rs4yRXLc53GldkaxNanPUqv30olOY0Dg/s320/IMG_1844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484701877131635698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7KtVTK-9UOM8ykT2Qzlv2k6Xkt5TYjnt07DUeu0EfqDRHP-2IGbgigL2M1mDg7AuubuY0cUVSVUxnxMsKuukL24NlhJgTo83XFDTGwJUODcT9sncFNYdGVUqigrXtFR7HZWqZvQ/s1600/IMG_1847.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7KtVTK-9UOM8ykT2Qzlv2k6Xkt5TYjnt07DUeu0EfqDRHP-2IGbgigL2M1mDg7AuubuY0cUVSVUxnxMsKuukL24NlhJgTo83XFDTGwJUODcT9sncFNYdGVUqigrXtFR7HZWqZvQ/s320/IMG_1847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484701868245916194" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We went to Lagoon yesterday and had a great time. It is a little more tricky with the baby, especially since the kids' favorite rides require that they be accompanied by a parent or older kid. We had to go in shifts. Here are the kids eating their ice cream cones. </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL0FV6SSvzMCdWA3azgAmDfTaGQYUPfMm0qYvA-0MGX49_cVnaBhyAF_eynilPNHd5kao3tKQLNZ6B_vLjECByWN2-34bgDoVIRnHBWIqpZbnkijP8X0xVfynCedfC1A9dbi5W4Q/s320/IMG_1861.JPG" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBP8bzUIREXGY4cUs6nZgrwf3a2zmr2GR7uySmJxTlkU6oiemgljmQIHAOyowFOC2nWl0lwrKyTvLeuENOuszo3_f8HiTfVkCGduQLVJCQpXIX-Xx94St9J_PnXXjlm-u1AhiMRw/s320/IMG_1864.JPG" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>OK. At least I have posted some more pictures, even if the stories are lacking. Sadly, it has taken me three weeks just to get this far.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-40166066884156228762010-05-25T09:48:00.003-06:002010-05-25T14:54:24.775-06:00She's Here!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhqaP3mKwddv9s5NahAidAN196OBXlHO-L4VrbLIWM_1VZxapv_RB985qPkyFWK_7ljw-Ul98npeg0LAL1n90x0fORXX_8dkTKElzGByM6aXTwK4ZcUeJhqWX1OjZkcSRX6TAV8Q/s1600/IMG_1805.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhqaP3mKwddv9s5NahAidAN196OBXlHO-L4VrbLIWM_1VZxapv_RB985qPkyFWK_7ljw-Ul98npeg0LAL1n90x0fORXX_8dkTKElzGByM6aXTwK4ZcUeJhqWX1OjZkcSRX6TAV8Q/s320/IMG_1805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475235983055638050" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Our new little girl arrived May 22nd at 12:28 a.m. She is 6 lbs. 12 oz. and 20 inches long. Captain F and I didn't get to the hospital until just after midnight. We had to pull up to the emergency room entrance because there was no way I could walk myself to labor and delivery. Sadly, there was no time for an epidural. I had to do it the old fashioned way. My cousin's wife just had her baby natural. On her blog, she said how she was surprised that a few screams escaped her. I remember thinking, "You screamed? Couldn't you control it?" I mean, this girl is tough. She has run several marathons, including the Boston marathon, and been in the navy. And now I have to admit that I, too, was surprised when a few screams escaped me. I know it startled Captain F. I really couldn't believe it myself. When it happened I thought, "Was that me?" The doctor and nurses thought I did great, though. The doctor was very nice and would tell me when to push and that I was doing such a great job pushing. He said one good push would be enough. Well, it took a couple more pushes than that, but obviously she came fast. The funny part is that the doctor kept telling me to push harder and keep going and I remember thinking, "Push harder? I am pushing as hard as I can. There's another level?" I told this to Captain F later and he said, "It goes to 11." We laughed and laughed. The delivery did go well and the baby is fantastic. She's got lots and lots of hair. Little V loves to rub her hand on the baby's hair and exclaim, "Id tickles." The Prince just adores the baby. He always wants to hold her and give her kisses. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNoQXSFKLVtlwU6fs3BTi8GLjNp1dw_74cp8xUS0jmEebrB3q_sfY10WQxHMQSCSD3CEHRA2DddOSF3p-gpDOhOZNnkeF5gzJQXY9flIJYU2sPrqc2FVow8QSHgt3g1XEwJOW6iA/s1600/IMG_1800.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNoQXSFKLVtlwU6fs3BTi8GLjNp1dw_74cp8xUS0jmEebrB3q_sfY10WQxHMQSCSD3CEHRA2DddOSF3p-gpDOhOZNnkeF5gzJQXY9flIJYU2sPrqc2FVow8QSHgt3g1XEwJOW6iA/s320/IMG_1800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475235975332017154" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi41UwunAbMCeO-2_Wt8iPSIFS6Ml0V6TRaEh4tIppXGK8qK12N20S3ItPDh87mIoW-c3HQ_5jwLYxxKvywFxDrOMR6OV2T0-EI_Ei1VxQ0BxeBonLFM90taloPelvFuDHlKqE-aA/s1600/IMG_1806.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi41UwunAbMCeO-2_Wt8iPSIFS6Ml0V6TRaEh4tIppXGK8qK12N20S3ItPDh87mIoW-c3HQ_5jwLYxxKvywFxDrOMR6OV2T0-EI_Ei1VxQ0BxeBonLFM90taloPelvFuDHlKqE-aA/s320/IMG_1806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475235967568587250" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some photos of me, Captain F, The Prince, and V when we were all about the same age as the baby. I always love to compare how the kids look and who they look like. My mom says the baby looks a lot like I did. It's nice to have one of my kids look like they belong to me.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSO8kdGWuFjBvkRdOhCycN87vPhwlwu8ZGmmQn8LHW3igyR8YCdotLYNNzwNpAAm3N4Hw59QZrT02JeTKM_JJYKki_vcUOl846aZfNkDMmf30LJh1wmBC_GEHMTH6K02KZuJrnYg/s1600/File0115.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSO8kdGWuFjBvkRdOhCycN87vPhwlwu8ZGmmQn8LHW3igyR8YCdotLYNNzwNpAAm3N4Hw59QZrT02JeTKM_JJYKki_vcUOl846aZfNkDMmf30LJh1wmBC_GEHMTH6K02KZuJrnYg/s320/File0115.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475235514712878690" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGR68h_VTJWlSSo0NwjVmAFZdvB8MDJN6ZvjNNFROeKdh6-MM20N4Ug4c4YY2gEV-OCOmu4GIqCfCZ-5o2D2xJIvHlSeKaTiZQe_ZitZpq-_lOmb3zOifZpLaEE4APqyfq-J56pA/s1600/File0037.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGR68h_VTJWlSSo0NwjVmAFZdvB8MDJN6ZvjNNFROeKdh6-MM20N4Ug4c4YY2gEV-OCOmu4GIqCfCZ-5o2D2xJIvHlSeKaTiZQe_ZitZpq-_lOmb3zOifZpLaEE4APqyfq-J56pA/s320/File0037.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475235506245817074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiENqGa7rRbvm0xR66FmQ_6FCWejL1WFRkSpwEfCK40BA_jsQuhw9Lknf0CUHczmbVHMjFHwyoRe_WfChomMTCg2jiHSbjocK1MBMvgNZkDz7iclUqsSwXotBCcV_F2brcb2qD6yA/s1600/DSC_0562.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiENqGa7rRbvm0xR66FmQ_6FCWejL1WFRkSpwEfCK40BA_jsQuhw9Lknf0CUHczmbVHMjFHwyoRe_WfChomMTCg2jiHSbjocK1MBMvgNZkDz7iclUqsSwXotBCcV_F2brcb2qD6yA/s320/DSC_0562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475235498887008882" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_Co-TZuOZcST_QM3DdcIC8NSuNiwRpE0nZwwGHP9MF12egJeP0Hr78xSEvyqUBIl49wv94_Dk-Bwk6-cuwna_TinSa1_wxYQhutfIrCtxbh65orkM34IwORjEBNcKntA_tm5Ug/s1600/DSC_0122.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_Co-TZuOZcST_QM3DdcIC8NSuNiwRpE0nZwwGHP9MF12egJeP0Hr78xSEvyqUBIl49wv94_Dk-Bwk6-cuwna_TinSa1_wxYQhutfIrCtxbh65orkM34IwORjEBNcKntA_tm5Ug/s320/DSC_0122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475235491435987778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-65317026079088700112010-05-15T07:03:00.006-06:002010-05-15T08:23:36.632-06:00Soccer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy_FWna1A9o5QxVCYeFhIr9LnxXzfBEvmGhGeZDbLLEkMUapsBTgjH1W0QuNlrenSdhocvqWWdVq-W01RiorJMzdhEWVD1bKGY6k4hcxmvdNjGhBDpVc-FJPWd8pnULunheemuTA/s1600/U-5+soccer+4-24-10+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy_FWna1A9o5QxVCYeFhIr9LnxXzfBEvmGhGeZDbLLEkMUapsBTgjH1W0QuNlrenSdhocvqWWdVq-W01RiorJMzdhEWVD1bKGY6k4hcxmvdNjGhBDpVc-FJPWd8pnULunheemuTA/s320/U-5+soccer+4-24-10+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471501291925795426" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We signed the Prince up for soccer for the first time this Spring. He started in March and it ended last week, on May 8th. There were seven games total. Watching pre-Kindergarten soccer is fantastic. It really is great entertainment. There isn't much pressure; the kids basically just run in a pack after the ball, and some don't even do that. Some of the players dance around the field, some play with their buddies totally unaware of where the ball is, and some don't play at all. My kid isn't any of those. He cares. At his first game he was so excited and convinced that he would get a goal. When the game ended, which was disappointing enough, without him getting a goal he was undone for 20 minutes. He cried as hard as he ever cries. The next week we were in St. George and missed the game. The following week he didn't get a goal, either. Well, he got a goal but it was in the wrong net. It was heartbreaking to tell him that he needed to get a goal in the other net. He had been so proud and had such a look of joy. He cried and cried at the end of the game. It was about at this time that Ootsie told us a story about Grandpa Canadian.</div><div><br /></div><div>Grandpa played professional hockey in the Red Wings organization. I think he only played until he was 19 or 20 because he injured his back on a goal post. This was when the posts were cemented into the rink. Anyway, she told us how Grandpa cried after every game he lost, even when he was a pro. I started to laugh and laugh. Obviously, this is genetic! How am I going to teach a 3-year-old not to cry if Grandpa's mom couldn't even teach an adult? There is a very strong competitive gene there, and believe me, my family has its own competitive strong streak. And for those of you who are thinking I am a good example of it, you would be wrong. I am nothing compared to my mother. In fact, when I told her about Grandpa Canadian she said, "I never cried when I lost at tennis," with disdain, pride, and superiority in her voice. For those of you who don't know, my mom was ranked 3rd in women's tennis in the USA when she was just 14-years-old, the highest national ranking any woman from Utah has ever achieved. I told her that she was just manifesting another version of the exact same competitive gene, like "I will not be one of those people that cry because I am better." She didn't like me discounting her achievement, but she had to agree I was right. So, now you know what I am up against! We can only hope that the Prince actually has some ability along with his very strong desire.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know you are dying to learn the rest of the Prince's soccer record. I think it was at his next game that he got his first goal and followed it up with another for good measure. He was so excited to have 2 goals. Of course, no one was more grateful than Captain F and I. I had been hoping and praying that he would get a goal that day. It was then that I realized my life was going to be tied to a stupid sports goal. How had this happened to me? The next game he almost got like three goals, and particularly one where he kicked the ball all the way to the goal and then stopped. I think he thought it had gone far enough, but it never quite crossed the line. We were dying. He cried again. The next game he got two more goals. Surprisingly he cried at the end of that game, too. He said to Captain F, "But I no get one two three four goals." What can you do when they get upset about the goals they didn't get? Seriously. In his final game he got one more goal and would have had another one, but the other team's couch blocked his shot at the goal line for no reason. He claims he heard the ref blow the play dead. Believe me, the refs aren't that strict and who stops a goal of a 3-year-old. Really? Plus, he is the coach, not the player. But, it didn't matter. That was the day they passed out the soccer trophies to each kid. That was enough to make the Prince's entire day and week. I wasn't at that final game because I went to my nephew's baptism. Afterwards there was a lunch at my brother's house. The Prince came charging into the lunch triumphantly carrying his trophy. He was the conquering hero. </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimpFRs5tt3yOFuzD6at2b8knq3EOtsIDs6HFteK-gXxT7b5RlZ4G8HSurhrQGZM5bJdMol5v3pdgABJVKomssGEEvSSA1oel4_Mcs0t0tvHuockhf9avYaG-j0Su9yRVUQCkS1Rg/s320/U-5+soccer+4-24-10+65.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ZNqxd_C78KTW9BIbkX-dhD3XaGhYxFTxelLwB2Roi15XxIRZwWfOOhjXnBytHt2z2QZsbgnnmyyje04w3VtoIQeQICVaIxh5nC7VrPCqRr7rK4pY5UB3W6nTQi7zYlepiybn3Q/s320/U-5+soccer+4-24-10+68.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfvfo8nLi8lAWKQlaJz08tolYb5ZRmTEMQjVbh__43aszSDpvtFIdE1RZZDrsOc3frOQr2GhZcaODb8cFT4TjS0piL9Z9kKm9hl64DHFiw3l8t48YX_I1OlvKtxd_u65MUwc2Fww/s320/U-5+soccer+4-24-10+37.jpg" /></div>Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-63486147200757917112010-04-15T10:17:00.003-06:002010-04-15T10:27:31.600-06:00Easter in St. George<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJZk87YQmXaJm3xhsSLr44lYz6krEi-6ka88bZUqLqhPTBICLz0eKUjqZLs_bn5qP2SJyVH7GehyphenhyphenY_nIL0z7yiGTVC2XJAaZ8c-iXALaal3UhzQXhC-dEHwRnXoeuMmOyIVnXqA/s1600/IMG_1681.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJZk87YQmXaJm3xhsSLr44lYz6krEi-6ka88bZUqLqhPTBICLz0eKUjqZLs_bn5qP2SJyVH7GehyphenhyphenY_nIL0z7yiGTVC2XJAaZ8c-iXALaal3UhzQXhC-dEHwRnXoeuMmOyIVnXqA/s320/IMG_1681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460400122097385154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We went to St. George over Easter weekend with my mom, sister and her kids. We left Friday around noon. My sister's firm has a condo down there. It is small, so we stayed in a hotel. It was so nice to be out in the sun and swimming. The kids loved all of it. We went to the art festival, and Captain F even bought a screen print for his office. There is a great area for the kids to play in the water. They loved it. We also went to our favorite park. It is great for all ages. The kids could have stayed there for hours. The Prince and V were so excited to wake up Sunday morning and discover the treats the Easter Bunny had left for them. We drove home around 2 or so Sunday afternoon. It was a great little vacation and the drive seems like nothing after having just driven to Disneyland and back. The kids are great travelers.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihHklpiCn_5ZunbVcab5CBCH1SeBFn76p7mQg1EMvFnpwOq8tsaS2tNBLkrXB270a-SvNA8XThBxkGHRiwVTtFv_eP02PrFcs2eMN6n-89oqRP5mUQLm7PY2MsgRRJSCH8oYN4wg/s1600/IMG_1679.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihHklpiCn_5ZunbVcab5CBCH1SeBFn76p7mQg1EMvFnpwOq8tsaS2tNBLkrXB270a-SvNA8XThBxkGHRiwVTtFv_eP02PrFcs2eMN6n-89oqRP5mUQLm7PY2MsgRRJSCH8oYN4wg/s320/IMG_1679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460400116504309202" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7riuAGw94Mt5oCqH3y3GkxqugU0uSRg_WK6KpAsjIUpu5tknmtCCo83zNIYCjJcY61n3tiehyphenhyphenRY_BabfT7QKkk4NH9G6fB-sNO6cAHRXWu2hR6KwK166hjsjEXqOkg3FCPp_u6A/s1600/IMG_1692.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7riuAGw94Mt5oCqH3y3GkxqugU0uSRg_WK6KpAsjIUpu5tknmtCCo83zNIYCjJcY61n3tiehyphenhyphenRY_BabfT7QKkk4NH9G6fB-sNO6cAHRXWu2hR6KwK166hjsjEXqOkg3FCPp_u6A/s320/IMG_1692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460400144879665058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWUf3UTEMh8pCrk87kJMLq_u-dYsp0-CFDEb7YHQI1a_XFTu91mGkOACWSXsUd7zOJeYEXN53QLJXRetsTCYqQ79hSaDbkrCNjVafFd4VPZrxXFzw05zFBhzCnxOOfyn88R4BedQ/s1600/IMG_1690.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWUf3UTEMh8pCrk87kJMLq_u-dYsp0-CFDEb7YHQI1a_XFTu91mGkOACWSXsUd7zOJeYEXN53QLJXRetsTCYqQ79hSaDbkrCNjVafFd4VPZrxXFzw05zFBhzCnxOOfyn88R4BedQ/s320/IMG_1690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460400134301878642" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZptCmmiM7U0Vu6jpXAdC8om-S3kppCO8_7K1TgGrPHsejgrcIdGY0_h0qCsClWx3p5m8m0PEWhOKLy6naRfmTS7sKJWkk5LHMP-Q7sWC59FhJz-2JNdr8P55HGcZSAMSSvlaVg/s1600/IMG_1693.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZptCmmiM7U0Vu6jpXAdC8om-S3kppCO8_7K1TgGrPHsejgrcIdGY0_h0qCsClWx3p5m8m0PEWhOKLy6naRfmTS7sKJWkk5LHMP-Q7sWC59FhJz-2JNdr8P55HGcZSAMSSvlaVg/s320/IMG_1693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460400155490490882" border="0" /></a>Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-13312804739701634102010-03-27T14:33:00.005-06:002010-03-31T10:17:19.577-06:00Disneyland . . . for the third time in a year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYWMnuvSptkq9V1P7BwjZgw276Fg0FWCsydtHaqRwX3M1A2oRrS4YoAsYxj2ptnooQbAVX3csYk6uE0IaCGHyO38Ck5iMXttM9iBUmcu4vTd4HSwMYFzRg9yAsomNXWaMB1N7IzQ/s1600/IMG_1648.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYWMnuvSptkq9V1P7BwjZgw276Fg0FWCsydtHaqRwX3M1A2oRrS4YoAsYxj2ptnooQbAVX3csYk6uE0IaCGHyO38Ck5iMXttM9iBUmcu4vTd4HSwMYFzRg9yAsomNXWaMB1N7IzQ/s320/IMG_1648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453415222629192114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji1LyNOHApCBUfU4nrda9fq40hwc6-1fhdvXdg1m-5hcM5xgky-tBOLnvPChx_8_HMZPFs65gn7f7w1U5zjXlgTf6CWx_MJErzAWGqy7tS8rS_Eay8Fr9y3rpnVMDdGV-tiH2wlA/s1600/IMG_1642.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji1LyNOHApCBUfU4nrda9fq40hwc6-1fhdvXdg1m-5hcM5xgky-tBOLnvPChx_8_HMZPFs65gn7f7w1U5zjXlgTf6CWx_MJErzAWGqy7tS8rS_Eay8Fr9y3rpnVMDdGV-tiH2wlA/s320/IMG_1642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453415210036483474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We had a great time taking the kids to Disneyland again. It is Captain F's favorite trip these days. One reason is we sleep fantastic. It is great: we go to bed at 9:30; we each sleep with one of the kids so they are totally happy and not waking us up much; we don't get up until 7:30-ish; and we take a two hour nap. Plus, our kids are totally happy at Disneyland, as you would expect. We feel like parents of the year. Also, our kids do really well on the drive to California right now. We are able to do the whole drive in a day. They are troopers. So, what's not to love? Everyone is pretty happy.<br /><br />I did well, too, being 7 months pregnant and unable to stand/walk/bend/lift much. Poor Captain F had to push me in a wheelchair, it was a little embarrassing, but I just can't do it. The first day we paid $50 to rent an electric wheelchair, which was great, but I think more embarrassing than the regular one. It did free Captain F up to push the stroller with the kids. On the second day we decided on the much less expensive option of renting a regular wheelchair for $12. It wasn't so great. The wheelchair didn't push very well and I felt like I was going to be pitched every time we hit a bump or hill. Little V would sit on my lap, even though we really weren't supposed to let her. The Prince tried to sit on my lap but that regular wheelchair couldn't do it. He had to walk around the whole morning. He was so good about it and never complained. When we came back after naps, I was determined to upgrade to the electric wheelchair, but they were all out. I asked if they had another type of wheelchair, and low and behold they did--the wide wheelchair. We gave it a try and it was a thousand times better. It is much sturdier and easier to push. V fit perfectly and the Prince could sit on my lap, too, when he needed a break.<br /><br />We also brought cowboy boots for the Prince. He was just slightly too short to go on the bigger rides, but the boots did the job. He was so excited to go on Star Tours because he loves Star Wars. He also went on Soarin' California and Splash Mountain. All the kids in his preschool carpool had told him how scary Splash Mountain was. The Prince was a little nervous about the whole thing. Captain F told him funny stories in the line to keep his mind off of it. Once on the ride, the Prince would exclaim, "That not so scary," after every hill. He loved it. The kid is a doer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVwbFVUF5Mdo05wT5boGuzkkCiFffQRBtQLAFcZSS6RRi_F7KznIdaACwFJFW8pVQfHk6gPL40L0_OyAYRBDsGGkkZMgyiqKhDIquiPPWd8aFxEA2r2q7GHKuNwO926ICjV1rQg/s1600/IMG_1650.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVwbFVUF5Mdo05wT5boGuzkkCiFffQRBtQLAFcZSS6RRi_F7KznIdaACwFJFW8pVQfHk6gPL40L0_OyAYRBDsGGkkZMgyiqKhDIquiPPWd8aFxEA2r2q7GHKuNwO926ICjV1rQg/s320/IMG_1650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453415228264351602" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH8VoHEnHV32csEWUnWaeESOx10Gwoyg_xz4I1g5bnnDOHAd4uSUGhfKXkUuRAlWSSZnFtp-wpb6sceVRqWlEPu-n2e0jfsxnVLlGJWOow5EypFiJVm-P1Sz8KbLHZvhXvAOQ1pQ/s1600/IMG_1637.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH8VoHEnHV32csEWUnWaeESOx10Gwoyg_xz4I1g5bnnDOHAd4uSUGhfKXkUuRAlWSSZnFtp-wpb6sceVRqWlEPu-n2e0jfsxnVLlGJWOow5EypFiJVm-P1Sz8KbLHZvhXvAOQ1pQ/s320/IMG_1637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453415203113066178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTpb1NG4hrpi5r6eKgWD-_fGTXlqC924INZ1hGKHcdpo-Zcdx0F6xf7p0vCBhXEVIaDo-KAitptbqmoXeYeRb9VvzNDZ0aOcreh-wq3NsLaOsfsBJIncTZIC8P_mX4NX5eoUoIpw/s1600/IMG_1630.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTpb1NG4hrpi5r6eKgWD-_fGTXlqC924INZ1hGKHcdpo-Zcdx0F6xf7p0vCBhXEVIaDo-KAitptbqmoXeYeRb9VvzNDZ0aOcreh-wq3NsLaOsfsBJIncTZIC8P_mX4NX5eoUoIpw/s320/IMG_1630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453415192156794898" border="0" /></a>Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-53342160707071585432010-03-12T16:01:00.004-07:002010-03-12T16:17:22.851-07:00Everyday efforts to entertainThe Prince loves Iron Man. We talk about Iron Man a lot, watch it a lot, play with it a lot. Even V knows Iron Man and lots of the superheros. Apparently there is some new Iron Man suit and mask. The Prince has been asking for it. Captain F figured he could make a suit. Once Captain F mentioned it that was all the Prince could talk about. It had to be done right then. Here are some pictures of the event.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigUgDKG6ibMlCWD4DDclQZHu6B0EcWCQsgnqrtwz-PYPJEOBonHlZgyXm69CgBnnzOK56JhT5C6TN-JO_EQjcN7RzIbv_QT4XmzGpM6669hEnmLKBqW3KbkZhUo5Tra46GhgYE7Q/s1600-h/IMG_1616.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigUgDKG6ibMlCWD4DDclQZHu6B0EcWCQsgnqrtwz-PYPJEOBonHlZgyXm69CgBnnzOK56JhT5C6TN-JO_EQjcN7RzIbv_QT4XmzGpM6669hEnmLKBqW3KbkZhUo5Tra46GhgYE7Q/s320/IMG_1616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447887211482051218" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJDb4iRaUlKIfaVRNTXzrA8Pss6paqvWW4vCHiIVneKuOkjQICH7ErH6tcumuAdGkJCBQoHg4G7J6xoj6wRLLgtVw3cNk1wHoVEXynagCeIU2_rXqPH8F-EwjJnrkQFNM9tbfU_Q/s1600-h/IMG_1620.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJDb4iRaUlKIfaVRNTXzrA8Pss6paqvWW4vCHiIVneKuOkjQICH7ErH6tcumuAdGkJCBQoHg4G7J6xoj6wRLLgtVw3cNk1wHoVEXynagCeIU2_rXqPH8F-EwjJnrkQFNM9tbfU_Q/s320/IMG_1620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447887195661623362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The kids also love to make forts. Here they are in one. One of V's favorite things is to get "co-cozy." She loves to get a pillow from my bed and use it anywhere to make a cozy bed. My favorite is when she puts it in the middle of the kitchen floor and gets cozy when I am trying to cook.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2I27ZIsj1IAYNnhXXP5palBdU6NPFux4yEgsmdAgv_tr7NcJTaFWKSIPm2ID_d0Whui_d0LP531pv6_C9CngpT7CXKF0Y5vR0g1k6_5h3ZdcC78WCKzGZeue0rXRf_WtusnjeWA/s1600-h/IMG_1622.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2I27ZIsj1IAYNnhXXP5palBdU6NPFux4yEgsmdAgv_tr7NcJTaFWKSIPm2ID_d0Whui_d0LP531pv6_C9CngpT7CXKF0Y5vR0g1k6_5h3ZdcC78WCKzGZeue0rXRf_WtusnjeWA/s320/IMG_1622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447887199695891698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And here is a picture of V dressed for church in a dress Ootsie gave her. I think this dress had been purchased a while ago in anticipation of a little granddaughter and soon there will be another one along to enjoy it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MLL6eQsEIyylj95Z5JEVOz_XopT8zqSwJ_KXTtE7RJA3Y1FRvY6FCy_DTi7EqqRWzHxW9_iBLVsmsP-HG4zjI3QFlFFJxbG5Kb6d2btu4KcEQVpkuAsKy3YpoOJflEm8ujOesg/s1600-h/IMG_1619.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MLL6eQsEIyylj95Z5JEVOz_XopT8zqSwJ_KXTtE7RJA3Y1FRvY6FCy_DTi7EqqRWzHxW9_iBLVsmsP-HG4zjI3QFlFFJxbG5Kb6d2btu4KcEQVpkuAsKy3YpoOJflEm8ujOesg/s320/IMG_1619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447887182646267746" border="0" /></a>Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-77600568089014802432010-02-25T09:21:00.005-07:002010-03-08T21:26:26.806-07:00Some Recent PicturesHere are some recent photos of the kids. This is a picture of V in one of her new and favorite outfits from my mom for her birthday. Her favorite color is purple.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1v2Q0yTH96SyWIGAiSkmLtV8gBvAduyyRnMRvupABOeZs7YHcvusz_W70kOmESg7WAH4WeQgFKvhGVj67ZIW_stH1qmd2cpEqIh9-zo_YlfAG-ppSqYqm3zzN_8bWLiShExMa1g/s1600-h/IMG_1605.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1v2Q0yTH96SyWIGAiSkmLtV8gBvAduyyRnMRvupABOeZs7YHcvusz_W70kOmESg7WAH4WeQgFKvhGVj67ZIW_stH1qmd2cpEqIh9-zo_YlfAG-ppSqYqm3zzN_8bWLiShExMa1g/s320/IMG_1605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442217806960601458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here is a picture of the Prince at the Kidscare. Poor guy. He looks miserable.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbeJos-nCmPeYiEvxCZofAa44nCZEg2LJMAfmRlEXr0aPuSt-lbs1AXXFzRUaOu3FrsDZcHyxZmzViTuPFkryCG1Rc30Y7aA0r3cVjFAQOl85XtkrLbFPtr9fcNrd3aFLPmo-ruA/s1600-h/IMG_1598.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbeJos-nCmPeYiEvxCZofAa44nCZEg2LJMAfmRlEXr0aPuSt-lbs1AXXFzRUaOu3FrsDZcHyxZmzViTuPFkryCG1Rc30Y7aA0r3cVjFAQOl85XtkrLbFPtr9fcNrd3aFLPmo-ruA/s320/IMG_1598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442217775325882514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Prince is in love with his new drill, which almost met a disastrous end only 24 hours after its arrival. V dropped it a perfect way to break some obscure piece inside. Captain F was able to fix it after a good hour or so. I guess that electrical engineering education was actually worth it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCF5Xrnzwx3iyCSalKGYtcyAEPkaYn0LMYwO8ja16dEUQtin4nfa_x3kFjtAnRp9VNeGoMKfn8o3hgaYi7TSG701IdDBx3hso2QLHGoVaEmVQEkX7vOnAIc_aIyN94U2quxTXwaA/s1600-h/IMG_1603.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCF5Xrnzwx3iyCSalKGYtcyAEPkaYn0LMYwO8ja16dEUQtin4nfa_x3kFjtAnRp9VNeGoMKfn8o3hgaYi7TSG701IdDBx3hso2QLHGoVaEmVQEkX7vOnAIc_aIyN94U2quxTXwaA/s320/IMG_1603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442217790312013794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Here is a picture of our kids in their favorite spots, on their own chairs cuddled up with their blankets.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfo3c2JNTSRjbfDGdRssIQqzf4gGVFxpBtOgr5y03CmhWp4oeXHIRKDkLBWcevwuxWJF_Pos2XyuM_fVL2NjrceMT4QCCbHi-7zb2bWo1MCrhrM6mnA89sv7L3FjuvgoZLg5xeCQ/s1600-h/IMG_1582.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfo3c2JNTSRjbfDGdRssIQqzf4gGVFxpBtOgr5y03CmhWp4oeXHIRKDkLBWcevwuxWJF_Pos2XyuM_fVL2NjrceMT4QCCbHi-7zb2bWo1MCrhrM6mnA89sv7L3FjuvgoZLg5xeCQ/s320/IMG_1582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442217760184015058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And here is V in the bath.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhae-C-bn__GKlgkr0WTw3FhyUb0UpXRmCLNMfZaSsBDcCCvj1krkCz0Eyz7MywxazlFA3IrLFjz2ABlXhE5I140yUgWX3c928Xw60ASVKtqLSq5U-l8jSx71p1IbY3lUl9DcJM2Q/s1600-h/IMG_1601.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhae-C-bn__GKlgkr0WTw3FhyUb0UpXRmCLNMfZaSsBDcCCvj1krkCz0Eyz7MywxazlFA3IrLFjz2ABlXhE5I140yUgWX3c928Xw60ASVKtqLSq5U-l8jSx71p1IbY3lUl9DcJM2Q/s320/IMG_1601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442217785612884882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />In other news, we are sleeping much better now that no one is waking themselves up from coughing. I mean, things still aren't perfect. The Prince still comes into our room at night., but we are doing much better. The kids are going to bed better and staying asleep longer. And I have been in a bit better shape. Captain F is probably the only one sleeping worse. Last week he got to escape to New York for work. He loved having a bed to himself with no interruptions.<br /><br />Captain F had a great trip to NYC. He won a preliminary injunction for one of his clients. And then spent the next day with another client. Things went as well as he could have hoped and he had a lot of fun.Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-23545505055810503192010-02-22T14:34:00.003-07:002010-02-22T15:18:33.288-07:00Sick and TiredWell, our household has pretty much been sick since . . . well . . . I don't even know when to say it started. I already mentioned we were all sick over Christmas. Then we had a couple weeks off, meaning healthy, in January. It is hard to say really when someone in the family hasn't been sick or had a lingering cough. I think it all started with the Prince going to preschool in September. Pretty much all Autumn I was sick. There were a couple weeks off here and there, but they were short lived. The Prince had a cough forever. We were all super sick over Thanksgiving when we went to Arizona. It took a while for me to get better. I can't even remember now who was and who wasn't sick before Christmas. Then after Christmas everyone but me came down with a wicked 24-hour stomach bug. Then we slowly recovered. And in mid-January the Prince started coughing again. On Jan. 29th, the Prince got a fever. Little V was struggling all weekend, but the Prince seemed fine. On Feb. 1st we had to cancel V's birthday party with the Canadians, (luckily, we had celebrated the night before with my family) because Captain F got another stomach bug. I thought it surely was what the kids had that weekend. Then things seemed like they were on the mend. But on Sunday, the Prince was lethargic and had a fever. We had to take him home early from church. Things deteriorated from there. Everyday that week I thought he would get better. The neighbor kids that were ill were on the mend by Tuesday. Finally, on Thursday night when the Prince hadn't eaten any food for two days and was still lethargic I called the pediatrician. I had to drive all over the Wasatch Front to get him to an open kidscare clinic before 10 pm, but we made it. He was diagnosed with bacterial pneumonia. Thank heavens it was bacterial and we could actually get medication to treat it. Once he got the antibiotic he recovered quickly, but, of course, V came down with a little cold a few days later. Luckily, it is on the mend and never developed into pneumonia. So, I think we have all actually started this week healthy. Let's hope it lasts.<br /><br />Meanwhile, we moved V into a toddler bed about a month ago. So, our time asleep has significantly decreased. I wouldn't say she is doing great at staying in her bed. She climbs up the stairs to our room most nights, usually for a diaper change, and is much more difficult to get to sleep at night. We have got to get this under control. Also, the Prince has taken to coming into our room to sleep every night. Which brings me to the biggest problem, I already can't sleep very well because of my pregnancy. I am so uncomfortable because of the pressure on my hips when I sleep. If you didn't know, I have problems with my entire pelvic region and all the bones moving around in ways they shouldn't when I am pregnant, which is painful in general, and can be truly awful at times. I have learned to manage it pretty well through physical therapy, though. Still the nights are a problem. So, between my general pain and the kids getting up multiple times a night, I am not sleeping well. Of course, this isn't taking into account when they, or I, are sick, which is always as chronicled above. Consequently, even though I know I need to get them under control and staying in their beds, I have struggled to make it happen. It is hard to get up and take them back to bed, when the act of walking and carrying both hurt. Plus, and I am embarrassed to admit this, I have to climb into bed with them until they are asleep again. Remember, lying down hurts the most and it is worse in their beds because I don't have any of my pillows to help me. Then I have to get up again, and walk back to my bed. Somehow, I have to find the courage to conquer my kids sleep problems and endure my own. And then the baby comes . . .Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-58143059723471148572010-01-15T11:37:00.005-07:002010-01-15T11:46:28.026-07:00Christmas Pictures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixiA6otRmE11eWY_nLPsb-lnx4KHA-lDX5v0FwoCUhM7OPzWn0J6vxvu8yFZ5J3hpE1wovKY1fcw7XBt74ItA1c6aKrT2xDlcrdc9TrkcRNGkK0mfhv3Td7uNqyx21J9sHFOL12Q/s1600-h/McGinns10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixiA6otRmE11eWY_nLPsb-lnx4KHA-lDX5v0FwoCUhM7OPzWn0J6vxvu8yFZ5J3hpE1wovKY1fcw7XBt74ItA1c6aKrT2xDlcrdc9TrkcRNGkK0mfhv3Td7uNqyx21J9sHFOL12Q/s320/McGinns10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427038662720780834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We had a crazy Christmas season with lots of sickness, but we still managed to have a great time. We always love having the Canadians come to stay with us. And we had great dinners and fun with my family. <br /><br />We were able to get family pictures taken for a Christmas card. V was awful at the photo shoot. We managed to get only 2 descent family pictures, but I guess it really only takes one. There were some great shots of the kids. Here is a sampling:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS5cfsqm9fXDvmbMOw9yixjiN5VVIEO7tjBBQtoo9eGCH_XLIEAqHooZJPsKBGmx_YVds1qtBog9MS0VyL8Nxi4HPm0QQXE4JQRFyj6IURymMhpW9ykciU2NzKGNirx9je1xt3dQ/s1600-h/IMG_8783.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS5cfsqm9fXDvmbMOw9yixjiN5VVIEO7tjBBQtoo9eGCH_XLIEAqHooZJPsKBGmx_YVds1qtBog9MS0VyL8Nxi4HPm0QQXE4JQRFyj6IURymMhpW9ykciU2NzKGNirx9je1xt3dQ/s320/IMG_8783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427038685202889794" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJVfZ3r9B5C-03ya1DNMLVuTUo76L-j5cazfyswC5LA2tdUtN4AhrMMvDMDkjx9PAlU7lNt-zYprdWb_opeujYDms8LYfzbDWjHwYjBlCqrZb5bm_sbkqtZXy6pgzjVzNgwR1N7A/s1600-h/McGinn9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJVfZ3r9B5C-03ya1DNMLVuTUo76L-j5cazfyswC5LA2tdUtN4AhrMMvDMDkjx9PAlU7lNt-zYprdWb_opeujYDms8LYfzbDWjHwYjBlCqrZb5bm_sbkqtZXy6pgzjVzNgwR1N7A/s320/McGinn9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427038678447012850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhooFeb6ehyphenhyphen5A7OCoC8DfB1ayF9P2Oo45D3IxNOtrIGBKL5MPnBfgtxDFwD8TxAur7AsC1LOcqC3lPgO521Fi0k-HUzBqaescoMfDtOLfgXSHV3jfJ9dE4uRBXmprchmirRtE0bog/s1600-h/McGinns+16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhooFeb6ehyphenhyphen5A7OCoC8DfB1ayF9P2Oo45D3IxNOtrIGBKL5MPnBfgtxDFwD8TxAur7AsC1LOcqC3lPgO521Fi0k-HUzBqaescoMfDtOLfgXSHV3jfJ9dE4uRBXmprchmirRtE0bog/s320/McGinns+16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427038670262692978" border="0" /></a>Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-44432072094046363542009-11-07T20:59:00.002-07:002009-11-07T21:47:46.857-07:00Guilty PleasureAs you know, I have not been blogging lately. And I have to confess it has felt fantastic. I don't know when I crossed over from feeling guilty all the time about not blogging to just enjoying the break, but I did. I haven't felt that constant nagging feeling at all. I am really quite impressed with my ability to let it go. Truthfully, I think I can attribute my lack of guilt to three things: 1. I have actually joined a network marketing company and spend my time on that. Maybe you lose all sense of right and wrong when you crossover to becoming a network marketer; 2. I am pregnant. I am just too tired to think about it. Whenever I get both kids to take a nap, I nap, too. The nap takes away all my blogging time; and 3. My main audience is my in-laws and we have seen them in August, September, and October. They don't need updates because they have been there for many of the events. Thus, the break from blogging and the not so guilty pleasure that has come of it. But, in the unlikely event people still check/read this blog, let's hope I have turned a corner for we actually have had things worth reporting and remembering. The following is a list of examples: I have joined a network marketing company and am really happy about it; I am pregnant with our third child and due June 2nd; and Ootsie came to visit in August, Papa Ou'sie came to visit in September, and we went to Disneyland with all the Canadians in October! In addition, The Prince is now in preschool. He loves every minute and can't wait to leave me to go to school. He had his very first program, which I was unable to record. I am so sad about it. The stupid camcorder said the DVD we bought was incompatible. Captain F was very disappointed. Good thing the Christmas program is just around the corner. Also, we had a great Halloween season. (Halloween has now crossed over to being a season because there are so many parties and events celebrating it). One of the highlights was the very successful neighborhood party we hosted with the Easts, who live next door. I think there were at least 60 people crammed in our little house to watch a magic show. It was a huge hit. And finally, I will just mention my personal triumph in successfully getting the swine flu vaccine for me and the kids. Now I just need to chase down the second dose and get the seasonal flu vaccine. Oh boy.Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-48408618655022549352009-09-01T16:03:00.006-06:002009-09-22T14:55:22.976-06:00Silver Lake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7pzFfQWawUgRgyrB0sWV0V5r0tDwvJScv7aqWEh2Z-wY6L-o0l-l6yhY6ipsUVOMYfwginT-NC6MwWLP4CDknGOtn3fc4FG-3et1pnDrMpjTqh8jTh0cc_2Yb2gJ_rS34AzMGbQ/s1600-h/IMG_1249.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7pzFfQWawUgRgyrB0sWV0V5r0tDwvJScv7aqWEh2Z-wY6L-o0l-l6yhY6ipsUVOMYfwginT-NC6MwWLP4CDknGOtn3fc4FG-3et1pnDrMpjTqh8jTh0cc_2Yb2gJ_rS34AzMGbQ/s320/IMG_1249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376623646796104546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We had a great time going to Silver Lake at Brighton in the beginning of August. Tomo and Jujuice's nanny was out of town, so I was watching them. I had been wanting to go to the lake all summer. It is so pretty and it is nice to get out of the heat of the valley. Although, on this particular day, the valley was a beautiful 85 degrees--unheard of in August. Even still, it was great to take a picnic and walk around. We also drafted Gogo and Hunt to come with us. The ducks and squirrels and other critters relentlessly tried to get our picnic food. The Prince did not like the land critters. They made him a little nervous. I can understand because there were at least 10 scurrying about at all times. V loved the ducks. She mostly liked finding rocks along the trail. It was a slow walk around the lake, but everyone still had fun.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgixxLHvdXUQURSyFXbN2dLlwNFtcpMmhUIW10Mk1f6dc3kSo3wm8_DLALDWaJrKRGox3zgSB1eO56joCALWuFNO2iB1yu_NUYMjXTeLtQz5_P2oPg85LMKBL7oUQqgx8xkga68Yg/s1600-h/IMG_1240.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgixxLHvdXUQURSyFXbN2dLlwNFtcpMmhUIW10Mk1f6dc3kSo3wm8_DLALDWaJrKRGox3zgSB1eO56joCALWuFNO2iB1yu_NUYMjXTeLtQz5_P2oPg85LMKBL7oUQqgx8xkga68Yg/s320/IMG_1240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376623639140115666" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkquHOBEOZk06VcDBgFS-AfK1odgjBAhVmif-Le7hdjnWGYcTfUiJXqXmWDrBFATjnzLTubocmq2EpDlVLjACGuYBpn7yFsqZngGFE47EaUHddAk9CG49ulCqxSofwB3RxeYA0ug/s1600-h/IMG_1237.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkquHOBEOZk06VcDBgFS-AfK1odgjBAhVmif-Le7hdjnWGYcTfUiJXqXmWDrBFATjnzLTubocmq2EpDlVLjACGuYBpn7yFsqZngGFE47EaUHddAk9CG49ulCqxSofwB3RxeYA0ug/s320/IMG_1237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376623631212345138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Prince loves to sing this song with Jujuice. V is starting to learn it, too. She tries to do the actions. She is very good at the "hooray" at the end.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwMilZqV0b3ChRN5QryhiYVEjsFJ7G1SjqUpdPj-om_jI4HjW13bke90cEXS6KMcOB_jKtn0sxI4xs' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-71732708416587707322009-09-01T15:35:00.005-06:002009-09-20T19:50:48.683-06:00Family Vacation--More Weber Fun<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1AhojxN7qGw5Y1oyspEHPKzm-P_Y3849FomJAj3Pu1IflZQs4QJzSjIfPX4fV5iC_bOVQZ8tZChY98ieLLP33ygr-3-3XA3jSMsbmNE4BThzPu1V1U01c4PUlN3bq6z-QF_Z8QQ/s1600-h/IMG_1222.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1AhojxN7qGw5Y1oyspEHPKzm-P_Y3849FomJAj3Pu1IflZQs4QJzSjIfPX4fV5iC_bOVQZ8tZChY98ieLLP33ygr-3-3XA3jSMsbmNE4BThzPu1V1U01c4PUlN3bq6z-QF_Z8QQ/s320/IMG_1222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376617211399136610" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggcvwIqixCqe_yoOVoK8s9j9JfVWSwfquNUwD4Yu7w_YXqgoy4RjxFod8Q0ybBX7hRf1d7z1gHaZzgvItIHKPJVj0f3wvT3m7PLwlFcgFsoY3H45U2gBE4ieIc8CwqvIZrnVga-A/s1600-h/IMG_1216.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggcvwIqixCqe_yoOVoK8s9j9JfVWSwfquNUwD4Yu7w_YXqgoy4RjxFod8Q0ybBX7hRf1d7z1gHaZzgvItIHKPJVj0f3wvT3m7PLwlFcgFsoY3H45U2gBE4ieIc8CwqvIZrnVga-A/s320/IMG_1216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376617203191585858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />For my family vacation this year we went to the cabin. It was great. Most of the family was there from a Tuesday through Saturday, almost unheard of for our family. We usually get up together for a quick over night, possibly two nights, but rarely more. I think everyone had a great time. It was fun to be there long enough that we did activities we usually don't have time for. We went fishing, river rafting, horse-back-riding, hiking, and more.<br /><br />All the kids got along great. It was fun to see Jujuice, Taroline, the Prince, and Gar-Bear form a little group. It was particularly great because when the Prince would tackle Gar-Bear, I didn't have to worry at all. Gar is the last of a family with 5 boys and only 1 girl, and that girl is a very athletic tomboy. He can handle himself. Plus, he got kicked out of nursery for wrestling earlier this summer. It was so great not to feel any guilt. Gar-Bear would get tackled. The Prince would get tackled. Then they'd run and chase for another round.<br /><br />Little V spent a lot of time with the nanny that came up, too. They would sit on the front porch and throw rocks for hours. I was so grateful it wasn't me sitting out there. V could not have had a more delightful time, and I was happy to let her.<br /><br />We also took the family Christmas card picture. Luckily I have a professional photoshopper (it is actually called a digital artist) in the family that can spruce up the picture for us. But here are some shots that don't need it:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiF2OpFjEcZKnOnpJnY29M7QGe5zBWG8ft5zjYHmOHUfFCqT2GLIYlAWDW-_YIbBlPA-hOj_Gj5Lopm7C1gN-1aEb15dFuEo4EphyNpz9j-KmHA06WItCjfhxcdCSRehXRMkW5Fg/s1600-h/DSC_1241.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiF2OpFjEcZKnOnpJnY29M7QGe5zBWG8ft5zjYHmOHUfFCqT2GLIYlAWDW-_YIbBlPA-hOj_Gj5Lopm7C1gN-1aEb15dFuEo4EphyNpz9j-KmHA06WItCjfhxcdCSRehXRMkW5Fg/s320/DSC_1241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376617237370557970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjbak38oAQmTn4wEvarOcW51Gb0AUSVhpYNZDqy_Q-tx_MyAgnLpFMZ4J9IzQe9ciC7DUw2T9MnhF8bNJC1Vgd-g6qrfxBLSNs_J69OVfrP8st2ikGLNMMpJ_BR7rSlyrncdoBgg/s1600-h/DSC_1228.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjbak38oAQmTn4wEvarOcW51Gb0AUSVhpYNZDqy_Q-tx_MyAgnLpFMZ4J9IzQe9ciC7DUw2T9MnhF8bNJC1Vgd-g6qrfxBLSNs_J69OVfrP8st2ikGLNMMpJ_BR7rSlyrncdoBgg/s320/DSC_1228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376617228853496418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHv3cGp6XQZwc0jU0-O12SbVGUjwfWnFGSZ3j5JeqYF5DMiTsfOcFsQ67G7FWyBRdXY_7RGXRuEFkK2b93uv_-Wp3607PfFx_-1fpa9dXnXMg16QL0ZtPsLAF5iddq0eNniNiRpA/s1600-h/DSC_1224.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHv3cGp6XQZwc0jU0-O12SbVGUjwfWnFGSZ3j5JeqYF5DMiTsfOcFsQ67G7FWyBRdXY_7RGXRuEFkK2b93uv_-Wp3607PfFx_-1fpa9dXnXMg16QL0ZtPsLAF5iddq0eNniNiRpA/s320/DSC_1224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376617220081453170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But the best part of the vacation was the Talent Show. That's right. We do a talent show. And I know other families force their kids to go through this same humiliation because it was a major scene in <span style="font-style: italic;">Dan in Real Life</span>. When I watched that scene the first thing I thought was, "See other families do this, too." And to those of you who are thinking, "That was a movie." I respond with, "Art mimics life." Unfortunately, I didn't get much of the talent show on video because I was chasing my kids around, but here is the highlight of my footage:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SIYfReDmgv8&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SIYfReDmgv8&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-50631473096497292382009-08-29T08:17:00.003-06:002009-08-29T08:30:10.350-06:00Weber<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4T7gwXTEoCsA1dRY7bVaSopjgIFw0EnX7qGzJC_ck1XQb0IKIBCSh-dfUc1IypkXmfTtOY8KRuBquGhtYRnsba5ZkzyLQUeyYCIgLmxnjRQ2s0-EjZHDKuZmZAEj7r8wkqW6lbA/s1600-h/IMG_1202.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4T7gwXTEoCsA1dRY7bVaSopjgIFw0EnX7qGzJC_ck1XQb0IKIBCSh-dfUc1IypkXmfTtOY8KRuBquGhtYRnsba5ZkzyLQUeyYCIgLmxnjRQ2s0-EjZHDKuZmZAEj7r8wkqW6lbA/s320/IMG_1202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375390326369312370" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNO9praXKSAqVwT6v02SxtOLinhaLVZMNhoVdu1oxH3hP_MDHUS242ydR0tr7p4fkpRA7at0bBApj9kD9OOeNst9q1qqI9F3IWCiQhH-cVSW77bD4lF6mb22_gnQ2tTpaxZba_kQ/s1600-h/IMG_1194.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNO9praXKSAqVwT6v02SxtOLinhaLVZMNhoVdu1oxH3hP_MDHUS242ydR0tr7p4fkpRA7at0bBApj9kD9OOeNst9q1qqI9F3IWCiQhH-cVSW77bD4lF6mb22_gnQ2tTpaxZba_kQ/s320/IMG_1194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375390303361553426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Over the Fourth of July we went to my cabin in Weber. The kids love it there. We had so much fun with the mix of my cousins and their kids and my siblings and their kids that were up at the cabin that week. The Prince and V love to ride the horses, especially V. The second we pull up to the cabin she wants to go straight to the horses and doesn't want to leave. She isn't afraid at all. She feeds the horses and she pats the horse during the ride. She loves to ride with me, and never falls asleep, which most kids do at her age. It is so hard to stay awake. The rhythm of the horse walking, the peacefulness of the mountains, and the heat of the sun are a perfect combination for sleep. The Prince almost always falls asleep, or at least totally relaxes. He likes to ride his own horse, while I ride my own horse and lead his around. My biggest problem is keeping him awake so he doesn't fall off. Usually the first rule of horse-back-riding is "You're the boss" but for The Prince it is "Stay awake." <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia5dyLevDtM7V2R27JP6y5nPmvMob3W-BarpyLlN4vmiNz-G39YIQUxl4gbA6vTOeoy_kBENccY3gcGCTY6-CFpBb2Vcju7nrXVKh4DeWVBCee_OArcn6N-1rRi-cI93skr5lwFQ/s1600-h/IMG_1197.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia5dyLevDtM7V2R27JP6y5nPmvMob3W-BarpyLlN4vmiNz-G39YIQUxl4gbA6vTOeoy_kBENccY3gcGCTY6-CFpBb2Vcju7nrXVKh4DeWVBCee_OArcn6N-1rRi-cI93skr5lwFQ/s320/IMG_1197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375390318586036402" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjznZfBM0VtOpuUYqcQ-9WTXV0h4cnYBC9LpDGBur0UlIsrtxG-7GRwXr72NTWGp0NxM9C5f23bl2Ktlsz7-a9-zZsgtV-HAjiru8Gz8214XMl6k1k8oxl7-8AZAmT3UWxqi8VUVw/s1600-h/IMG_1192.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjznZfBM0VtOpuUYqcQ-9WTXV0h4cnYBC9LpDGBur0UlIsrtxG-7GRwXr72NTWGp0NxM9C5f23bl2Ktlsz7-a9-zZsgtV-HAjiru8Gz8214XMl6k1k8oxl7-8AZAmT3UWxqi8VUVw/s320/IMG_1192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375390297294534210" border="0" /></a>Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-79314175285882927782009-08-05T22:11:00.002-06:002009-08-06T14:52:25.661-06:00St. George, way back in June<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><br />The weekend of June 26-28 we went to St. George for Captain F's grandfather's 90th Birthday celebration. It turned out to be a great trip particularly because Captain F took Friday off and we drove down earlier than we expected. We were going to try and drive down after work on Friday. This was much better. The other thing that turned out fantastically was that the condo's master bedroom had a huge walk-in closet. Ootsie and Papa Ou-sey gave up the master bedroom so we could put Little V in her crib in the closet. She has to have her own room to sleep. If she is in the same room and we move at all, her head pops up and she starts talking to us. It is a mess. The closet worked like a dream. We all slept well. What a blessing!<br /><br />We had so much fun swimming with Ootsie, Papa Ou-sey, and The Boy. Papa Ou-sey would hold the Prince aloft on his hands over and over. The Prince was amazingly balanced. Here are some pictures. I want to post more pictures, but I have to wait for a week when Ootsie comes back to Utah for a visit. Cicada, Murray, and Gulliver were all there, too, but we never did swim with them. Swimming time interferred with Gulliver's nap times.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3fK398xt5iVdHPMARjfASWd6Tv9qvYIOoR3006p1d1W01UsMa1AmYyPlSgFDR8Ph60TwasnzjzcpNTTwD393QpO0na8z_1WG_xJsQoAwZRWZ5BF-0MEywGD3HJGlXUW-oinUtNg/s1600-h/Pictures+07-03-2009+119.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3fK398xt5iVdHPMARjfASWd6Tv9qvYIOoR3006p1d1W01UsMa1AmYyPlSgFDR8Ph60TwasnzjzcpNTTwD393QpO0na8z_1WG_xJsQoAwZRWZ5BF-0MEywGD3HJGlXUW-oinUtNg/s320/Pictures+07-03-2009+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366699385748186466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuEMFUZ4YoZfIe9xzF-oYTcSNcUTEgNk0t0RQ1RkUTgGfAsllQr6mTpd8cbAeio1TmPZI79XCeBqzH9ivB9Rpt3et5llnkdYnHOL8bWm76WOtrMB9dbNiJ_x9vSOjbtiBX2a56Ug/s1600-h/Pictures+06-17-2009+106.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuEMFUZ4YoZfIe9xzF-oYTcSNcUTEgNk0t0RQ1RkUTgGfAsllQr6mTpd8cbAeio1TmPZI79XCeBqzH9ivB9Rpt3et5llnkdYnHOL8bWm76WOtrMB9dbNiJ_x9vSOjbtiBX2a56Ug/s320/Pictures+06-17-2009+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366699379516148594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq20-eJUrGlwqVF6vhEefl0i9n5YMZxofuJ2PpATpiGb00DVrcCPOtx2WbCkfpQT2Dj6dWxZqFUylXC-qulJjWbESDJe40htVVntnSMnqzW8YJ-In_0nJcbh48AiGWOh_bLK1vlw/s1600-h/Pictures+06-17-2009+019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq20-eJUrGlwqVF6vhEefl0i9n5YMZxofuJ2PpATpiGb00DVrcCPOtx2WbCkfpQT2Dj6dWxZqFUylXC-qulJjWbESDJe40htVVntnSMnqzW8YJ-In_0nJcbh48AiGWOh_bLK1vlw/s320/Pictures+06-17-2009+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366699372986686738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We also had a great time with Captain F's cousins, Aunts, and Uncles. The 90th Birthday party turned out great. To top it all off, we even met up with some former Timmins residents and good friends of the Canadians. They now reside in St. George. There are 10 kids and we saw them all, and their families, but one. Pretty impressive. Captain F had a great time reconnecting. Then we drove home. <br /><br />The kids did very well on the drive down and the drive home. Although, on the drive home they started to crack the last 45 minutes. One of the best parts was when the sun was in the Prince's eyes and he started to cry, "The sun's getting me. The sun's getting me." Little V was so funny when the kids were watching "Shrek." She insisted we watch the part with the dancing dolls (that look like the "It's a Small World" ride) as Shrek and Donkey enter the city. We were almost home and the kids were on their last limb. We watched it over and over--anything to passive those two.Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-11569859795913157482009-06-17T20:22:00.004-06:002009-06-17T20:46:46.537-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRJy9jQIN74iBK1nc8ZKbJ4pPgCLZAZfKip0d0ufty5YXEM9KtRFNkQfC9qx0x0rSMpO3Jb65s9hSs3qj-lpJ9Nww5iaEDv1_blIftzBUB4t7ZoF_DxubRINbv9651FnRqVeY3mw/s1600-h/MM+Countertop"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRJy9jQIN74iBK1nc8ZKbJ4pPgCLZAZfKip0d0ufty5YXEM9KtRFNkQfC9qx0x0rSMpO3Jb65s9hSs3qj-lpJ9Nww5iaEDv1_blIftzBUB4t7ZoF_DxubRINbv9651FnRqVeY3mw/s320/MM+Countertop" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348487792020435346" border="0" /></a><br /><img src="file:///Users/alecmcginn/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />OK. So. I am not trying to be a product promotion blog. (I don't know what kind of blog this is . . . mostly a boring one). And I know I just posted about the Madsen bike, but I really think they are wonderful. But here is another product that I absolutely love. You probably already know about it (I am a johnny-come-lately most of the time) but just in case you don't I wanted to tell you all about this great product. It is Mrs. Meyer's Clean Day Countertop Spray in Basil sent. Aunt Brat gave this to me for my birthday and she said it would make me <span style="font-style: italic;">want</span> to clean it was so wonderful. She was right! It makes my kitchen smell fantastic. Your whole house gets a lift. It cleans, degreases, removes odors. Your basic all-purpose cleaner. Captain F is a big fan. He loves to walk in the house and smell this when he comes home. He wants me to use it to clean everywhere. I love having a fresh smelling house, but I really don't like candles. No, it isn't even that I don't like candles, but they seem like such a hassle and not as pure a scent as I like. This is perfect. Also, and this is not the major selling point for me but I do think it is nice, it is earth friendly. Certainly a plus. Go out and buy it. You will love it and I think it is only around $4. Totally worth it.Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-15020638712540967442009-06-05T15:00:00.004-06:002009-06-14T13:07:44.821-06:00Happy Birthday the Prince<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihHtysB6h-hfVl-aIpOOV7Q6FKdHh99A-koMVXb-Dg67Nn2Z5jIXwJk8tbK5LepOsi0UDgIQDYCROCmanNQb_cgbZG49dWMSjKNimjjwGoslQaDrp12M-6h3YPc4nJ8w6_dSUQtQ/s1600-h/IMG_1171.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihHtysB6h-hfVl-aIpOOV7Q6FKdHh99A-koMVXb-Dg67Nn2Z5jIXwJk8tbK5LepOsi0UDgIQDYCROCmanNQb_cgbZG49dWMSjKNimjjwGoslQaDrp12M-6h3YPc4nJ8w6_dSUQtQ/s320/IMG_1171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343951446243298258" border="0" /></a><br />It is the Prince's birthday today! Hooray. He is three years-old. We already had a party for him last night with the Canadians. We have a neighborhood party with some families tonight where we will also have cake and ice cream and sing to him. The party really isn't for the Prince, but he will never know. Then there is the neighborhood carnival party tomorrow. Finally, on Sunday we will get together with my family for dinner and more cake. I don't think the Prince will miss a kids party one bit.<br /><br />The Prince had a great party last night. We went to my parent's house and went swimming and BBQed. Aunt Brat gave the Prince water guns. He loved them. He spent the entire time trying to get El Senor's girl with the squirt guns. She was a great sport about it. The Prince would hold onto either Captain F or me and direct us to follow El Senor's girl around. It was so funny. How did he know to pick on the new cute girl? Then we ate dinner and had cupcakes for dessert. The Prince loves to have people sing "Happy Birthday." Finally, and he had been very patient, he opened gifts. He sat in a big red chair and got to open his gifts. He loved everything he got, which was mostly Iron Man or Star Wars related. It was the perfect night. And, I am happy to report that he was a very nice boy all night. He gave lots of kisses and said lots of thank yous. After the party he said, "Daddy. Dank-you. Dank-you ah my par-y. Dat fun par-y. Dat fun." He stayed up until 11pm he was so excited. Plus he woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to play with his new guys, which I didn't allow. Then he woke up at 6:30-ish for the day.<br /><br />More birthday pictures and reports to come, seeing as how this is an all weekend affair.AJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10766456108807151821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-72281020727003381782009-06-03T22:16:00.006-06:002009-06-03T23:11:03.623-06:00A Little More Disneyland<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikZrxeA8uLwZyECXihH4cHaaPKXjV1rjIzS06hOPtwHinTxV29HJDYAaObOW0WtCy6GNWxBeFSjLUqWGzXJMuhzJ10TCdV8DuaYZ0DtYK06qHFocsuaLrH2ic9-ddUm-BijlYnzw/s1600-h/IMG_1153.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikZrxeA8uLwZyECXihH4cHaaPKXjV1rjIzS06hOPtwHinTxV29HJDYAaObOW0WtCy6GNWxBeFSjLUqWGzXJMuhzJ10TCdV8DuaYZ0DtYK06qHFocsuaLrH2ic9-ddUm-BijlYnzw/s320/IMG_1153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343322246619555218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuTQI7UtXEKaS5XBcSVSAk9o1lGAqDvaFNyQ0wbBpYfBu-u_GLNvWmtNa77yCve6eEWaRqUGDtjXO0og5JYz44fWQF-iToSWn17J5e-5hc8y1XFjfLn7qaMr_RCsK0Yyr_uNYUNA/s1600-h/IMG_1125.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuTQI7UtXEKaS5XBcSVSAk9o1lGAqDvaFNyQ0wbBpYfBu-u_GLNvWmtNa77yCve6eEWaRqUGDtjXO0og5JYz44fWQF-iToSWn17J5e-5hc8y1XFjfLn7qaMr_RCsK0Yyr_uNYUNA/s320/IMG_1125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343322231460345154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The funny thing about our trip to Disneyland is the story behind it. We weren't planning on going on any vacations this summer except to my cabin. Then in fall, we were going to try and go to Disneyland once we saw how the year was shaping up. But around May 1st Captain F started to joke he wanted to go to Disneyland with the kids. More and more he started "joking" about just going. I could tell the joke had started to take root. And by May 7th he started checking into prices and soon thereafter booked the vacation. I started to tease him that he didn't even make it to June before he cracked under the no-major-vacation-this-summer plan. But I can understand. Upon thinking about it, I decided that in the fall you don't really need a vacation, although we plan to still take it, but you need a vacation in the Spring just to shake of that last little bit of winter blues. All in all it turned out to be a well timed vacation. We were even there on my birthday and got a $69 gift card to spend on merchandise. That was great. We are thinking we should time our October visit for Captain F's birthday.<br /><br />Oh. And I did find another picture of all of us together.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzOcmkAkVV38R6n9kRqMA0TPWOzyj4buKwPPm42KZHIr3OmrIhSNRE8-eaC6U-U5W0NeMXcT7MuKAmZv3DtD-Vu85HAPLJQeewL2ZdLXfVDNDcTo21M3vXyFKM4VjA58I9DTRhtA/s1600-h/IMG_1133.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzOcmkAkVV38R6n9kRqMA0TPWOzyj4buKwPPm42KZHIr3OmrIhSNRE8-eaC6U-U5W0NeMXcT7MuKAmZv3DtD-Vu85HAPLJQeewL2ZdLXfVDNDcTo21M3vXyFKM4VjA58I9DTRhtA/s320/IMG_1133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343322241445562226" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnvGhFvlMh6xyuAwPdLPcNKlBppWycq5kXhAWIWROGBU-aQc3Nw-V-TpBLez_9QDS85tu4cYm8pF9xHN7EC6yZXH-AonynKLbaUMd3ruu88R0MZat4BU_R4rbEjh75zoVwleoN1g/s1600-h/IMG_1131.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnvGhFvlMh6xyuAwPdLPcNKlBppWycq5kXhAWIWROGBU-aQc3Nw-V-TpBLez_9QDS85tu4cYm8pF9xHN7EC6yZXH-AonynKLbaUMd3ruu88R0MZat4BU_R4rbEjh75zoVwleoN1g/s320/IMG_1131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343322236982570786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Little V can't get enough of looking at all the Disneyland pictures and video. In the middle of the night when she wakes up, which has been often lately because she is teething something fierce, she points to go into the computer room and look at the pictures. It quiets the crying and brings squeals of delight instantly.Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-92213275330359322112009-05-24T22:24:00.003-06:002009-05-24T22:32:57.525-06:00Disneyland Pictures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjnsRVXMNbIYK84UKZ9y61MfBkkb_NF17wqiw1K6hlUKlx9BYOuhbwywF-zeRMUzuKpfRCirS50SvVgv-iQlsjO7hv6AkTJgoiK3ZlyNTdi9LT7rah_9uDdBVT2t9AXyf4-cbtQ/s1600-h/IMG_1093.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjnsRVXMNbIYK84UKZ9y61MfBkkb_NF17wqiw1K6hlUKlx9BYOuhbwywF-zeRMUzuKpfRCirS50SvVgv-iQlsjO7hv6AkTJgoiK3ZlyNTdi9LT7rah_9uDdBVT2t9AXyf4-cbtQ/s320/IMG_1093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339613639502611074" border="0" /></a><br />(This is the only picture of us all together.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Disneyland was fantastic. Now all I can think about are all the vacations I want to take with my family. It is so hard to come back and settle in to our normal life. Here are some pictures, as promised. I will have to share stories about Disneyland later because I am going to bed.<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsusN6XzcdLHATDAVdpacl-jUFhtXhzaj8V4cEA_XFfmPCEr2v7MDgpxBrDeY7PJ2a5kPlzl1qqyMPjkIbucdj0lCpUkFipO798B_CoUstnnAWg8dc2kruoamCWQhRHgetAsbq5A/s1600-h/IMG_1118.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsusN6XzcdLHATDAVdpacl-jUFhtXhzaj8V4cEA_XFfmPCEr2v7MDgpxBrDeY7PJ2a5kPlzl1qqyMPjkIbucdj0lCpUkFipO798B_CoUstnnAWg8dc2kruoamCWQhRHgetAsbq5A/s320/IMG_1118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339613655306897250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnond7XEiB9-k55CHoXl4CwUuslUvNzY5BfakkeGmbpRUz80vY3A3kn324d2T995LibfTyk_qXM5aLqRsmafHr0BXFt7bPfz1zXgF28I_UBI0xC0B5fbhiolcbQgtXS34On85rOg/s1600-h/IMG_1114.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnond7XEiB9-k55CHoXl4CwUuslUvNzY5BfakkeGmbpRUz80vY3A3kn324d2T995LibfTyk_qXM5aLqRsmafHr0BXFt7bPfz1zXgF28I_UBI0xC0B5fbhiolcbQgtXS34On85rOg/s320/IMG_1114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339613650177908850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ksvU-7E_IF2pQagDT58kNIGM3wBMHlyPndVylzkgSYe-UNYWyq7_g6kEtv-PuK2gcrQvT7FRYIcjNQzp4ReIaPgwL-e1-YrTqEYQqscyGsERLlx4w73h7Jobj2nl5zs65by60w/s1600-h/IMG_1099.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ksvU-7E_IF2pQagDT58kNIGM3wBMHlyPndVylzkgSYe-UNYWyq7_g6kEtv-PuK2gcrQvT7FRYIcjNQzp4ReIaPgwL-e1-YrTqEYQqscyGsERLlx4w73h7Jobj2nl5zs65by60w/s320/IMG_1099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339613648402298514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I call this picture "Attack of the Crazy Hair."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicTynNrSpjfqarKVBIdGbcjkn1Awx5gSN6Zza_Qe0vLLSqyXkF7jsMIUvvGfMoY42r64KDwRg3oRRRRudZyYJMdpL_svsyUImG9QL3VTHyf-qGH19zM-FjW4u-2wDPKaKkcmaUig/s1600-h/IMG_1122.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicTynNrSpjfqarKVBIdGbcjkn1Awx5gSN6Zza_Qe0vLLSqyXkF7jsMIUvvGfMoY42r64KDwRg3oRRRRudZyYJMdpL_svsyUImG9QL3VTHyf-qGH19zM-FjW4u-2wDPKaKkcmaUig/s320/IMG_1122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339613661170787442" border="0" /></a>Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-45866042506969197542009-05-24T22:04:00.005-06:002009-05-27T15:46:39.536-06:00BravoSaturday Capatin F and I went to Spring City for the Historical Home Tour and art tour. It was fantastic (review to follow). We left the kids with my sister's nanny for the day. She is so great with them. She speaks very little English, but it all works out just fine. When we came home I asked the Prince if he had any accidents that day. He told me he peed on Tina's leg. He would laugh and laugh. He even called it a funny game. We hoped beyond hope this was just a story. Captain F called Tina tonight. He was talking and said that the Prince is a handful. She agreed calling him a "Bravo" (a brave terror) and then told Captain F a story. The Prince was on the potty and all of a sudden jumped up and peed on her leg. He laughed and laughed and laughed. She told him "no" of course and he did say, "Sorry, Tina." But apparently he wasn't all that sorry since he repeatedly told us about his "funny game." How did he even think of this? Where did that come from? Maybe it is just being a boy but I blame the Canadians. I think it must be in their DNA to play "funny" pranks. <br /><br />Spring City was fantastic. We went with my sister, mom, my mom's friend, Captain F's sister and her husband and child. It was great. I was so excited to introduce Cicada and Murray to Spring City. Murray and Cicada are both artists and neither had ever heard of Spring City and the artists community there. It was fun seeing it with them. I think they fell in love with it and want to live there someday, same with Captain F actually. Murray's sister lives in the town of Moroni so they would even have family nearby. One of these years Captain F's aunt Mary Moo must absolutely come to Utah for Memorial Day weekend and go to Spring City. She would love it. Also, my mother-in-law's family is from that area and there were a few artists with her maiden name. I wonder how they are related. If Cicada and Captain F were to move there they would be returning to their roots.Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-79306287514130216712009-05-21T14:37:00.002-06:002009-05-21T14:42:29.393-06:00Madsen Bikes<a href="http://www.madsencycles.com/?utm_source=LinkContestB200x300&utm_medium=banner&utm_campaign=LinkContestQ209"><img src="http://www.madsencycles.com/images/banners/banner-200a.gif" alt="Madsen Cycles Cargo Bikes" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I love this bike. The inventor (I assume he is the inventor at least) lives in my neighborhood and I see his wife riding this bike around. It is adorable and I would love to have one. Maybe if I am really good about using our Chariot and get really strong so I can haul the kids up the hill to our house, I can get one of these for next year's Tin-palooza. How fun would that be? Sure Captain F is dying to have another bike, and sure he bikes way more than I do, but still, don't you think I should get another bike first? (Note: Poor Captain F had lots of bikes but two got stolen last fall while I was in NYC. His brand new mountain bike and old road bike were taken from our garage, along with the pump. So sad.) Better yet, I will get him this for his Father's Day, Birthday and Christmas. Then he can haul the kids. I will just use it to look cool.Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-25060709416076717422009-05-21T13:38:00.008-06:002009-05-21T14:33:14.707-06:00Tin-palooza<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEBbiwiUDmRpTKXBw4fp4bB2ImltoDegp103IuK3aUyoVwuVYcra-Tz4fiaAROPL9yXVVYGhjvr9tCLcFgGLkXMQNbg15kOb38Vfpm1-ucuwkxsBX2FHQmwuv14yZIko5mbAFUXw/s1600-h/IMG_1053.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEBbiwiUDmRpTKXBw4fp4bB2ImltoDegp103IuK3aUyoVwuVYcra-Tz4fiaAROPL9yXVVYGhjvr9tCLcFgGLkXMQNbg15kOb38Vfpm1-ucuwkxsBX2FHQmwuv14yZIko5mbAFUXw/s320/IMG_1053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338365799554373458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />May is the month to celebrate me. On May 7th is Captain F's and my anniversary. We are celebrating 5 successful years this year. The Sunday after ou anniversary is Mother's Day. And on May 17th is my Birthday. Captain F has to come up with lots of gifts all at once.<br /><br />For our anniversary we got a new Chariot double jogging stroller/bike trailer. We thought it would be fun to get something we can do together. So far we are enjoying running all together. The Prince loves the new stroller and likes to go for a run. Little V not as much. Little V spends a lot of the time torturing the Prince by touching his face. It is pretty funny. I make Captain F push the stroller as a sort of handicap so he can go my pace and still get a workout. Although, I have taken the Prince out for a run just the two of us; I can push the stroller, too.<br /><br />Mother's Day was absolutely perfect. We got up and it was so nice to have Captain F around to help me get the kids ready for church. Then I got to go to a Mother's Day party in Primary with the Prince. He was a great singer with his nursery group. After church V and I took a nap while the boys played outside. Then we woke up and went to a buffet at the Alta Club, where Captain F and I had our wedding reception. We went with my parents and my sister and her family. Then we walked around the Temple grounds to see all the flowers. It was perfect. Finally we came home and Captain F had another gift for me, a comforter for the downstairs bedroom. We had such a fun time hanging out together.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx53Dco3FU_9t6UwEBrPLXH0p64EJLodkKIxbhauOpwdjMvTfnRcGqw9JiBeNPn5pKzEodtJBaGCpnite8EgCziaqdLgkbkj7NkAWz_pyQSJmf9Irsup6adARp26RxYrR3PgMM5w/s1600-h/IMG_1063.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx53Dco3FU_9t6UwEBrPLXH0p64EJLodkKIxbhauOpwdjMvTfnRcGqw9JiBeNPn5pKzEodtJBaGCpnite8EgCziaqdLgkbkj7NkAWz_pyQSJmf9Irsup6adARp26RxYrR3PgMM5w/s320/IMG_1063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338365815755262850" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg85W3sUnTqgWFwLAM44aWFw4xzzLm4IOL-sUU__PU4423Bx-tBNK9mRAfrblsAfQ5QCTQSlHxxcQ4Z1BDJ2yP09iLZqpKjI4p_XZ7J2znTMUXaHfC_1w5N20O9ZOT7jAXFeswRmw/s1600-h/IMG_1060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg85W3sUnTqgWFwLAM44aWFw4xzzLm4IOL-sUU__PU4423Bx-tBNK9mRAfrblsAfQ5QCTQSlHxxcQ4Z1BDJ2yP09iLZqpKjI4p_XZ7J2znTMUXaHfC_1w5N20O9ZOT7jAXFeswRmw/s320/IMG_1060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338365805366326002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ngyZvk-ttFeDL6LK_ubQpXpbZwj06ua29RqEh-WIFesR1ESMulIB-r5c07EjT3kT8L-iudd5RuNL7m6RS0J6m1LBs1heR-G5I1GZ4mKxqzZudgXrq5TkoZZvJYgrW8TgmRPs5Q/s1600-h/IMG_1048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ngyZvk-ttFeDL6LK_ubQpXpbZwj06ua29RqEh-WIFesR1ESMulIB-r5c07EjT3kT8L-iudd5RuNL7m6RS0J6m1LBs1heR-G5I1GZ4mKxqzZudgXrq5TkoZZvJYgrW8TgmRPs5Q/s320/IMG_1048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338365796388081490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Finally, for my Birthday all the Canadians plus a few friends got together to celebrate. Captain F bought me a new IPod nano because my Ipod mini will only last 17 minutes on battery, making it difficult to take along running. It was the perfect gift and much too generous. Captain F even served Angel Food cake, which he is totally sick of because we have it all summer long.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicdYNNq6StpayQXuef66YF92ygJm26ugpefRZQ0RcI_8kVG4kxjy3iKjodLhUgeNBHd9LDvA6RUO5X9tfA44w_2xLQ6UIqk8q_4HcaDqEaJe_m7vXsrAHT-xy8LZx-_gSS1sspGg/s1600-h/IMG_1090.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicdYNNq6StpayQXuef66YF92ygJm26ugpefRZQ0RcI_8kVG4kxjy3iKjodLhUgeNBHd9LDvA6RUO5X9tfA44w_2xLQ6UIqk8q_4HcaDqEaJe_m7vXsrAHT-xy8LZx-_gSS1sspGg/s320/IMG_1090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338368851737679266" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmDfrRhRbyq1DKCz0TaVRmnRzAG6-nGDG8Lzge6HNNECxwaAfFmbG6KAs04jiFksAyaRLJmj7-dxPDTnMyeUwriIH9zeXNz2py0TKQ9B-llT4C3GgnMv3LiFEzP8ccdapgQlk0wQ/s1600-h/IMG_1082.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmDfrRhRbyq1DKCz0TaVRmnRzAG6-nGDG8Lzge6HNNECxwaAfFmbG6KAs04jiFksAyaRLJmj7-dxPDTnMyeUwriIH9zeXNz2py0TKQ9B-llT4C3GgnMv3LiFEzP8ccdapgQlk0wQ/s320/IMG_1082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338368845157590562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here are some action shots of V walking. She is so excited with her new method of transportation.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPlh75LJfpazHekALUyAYiif2l6DUykeS732SACdtTR5JSGTPDMZ85R-z2cBaBrXKv8_faTNxP3ChxIZUKWuY9sf_F8i4a_jiY1ZSSdBlAdhWWZs5Djtg-lYXhRmCgxJ-6x5ZyCA/s1600-h/IMG_1076.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPlh75LJfpazHekALUyAYiif2l6DUykeS732SACdtTR5JSGTPDMZ85R-z2cBaBrXKv8_faTNxP3ChxIZUKWuY9sf_F8i4a_jiY1ZSSdBlAdhWWZs5Djtg-lYXhRmCgxJ-6x5ZyCA/s320/IMG_1076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338368834531929458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl1gjA09H_jW_OnF-ELZrXUS0fKaQ6VNZx81THhcq73UXwyQLqoPTh_063kX1m-PcVJJAiW-6oU04Kvo0tUiEMgHx_7typ9BelFe3tcmD_U2-o0SqKlJ1MUyEnwScheZtO8Sbr6w/s1600-h/IMG_1077.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl1gjA09H_jW_OnF-ELZrXUS0fKaQ6VNZx81THhcq73UXwyQLqoPTh_063kX1m-PcVJJAiW-6oU04Kvo0tUiEMgHx_7typ9BelFe3tcmD_U2-o0SqKlJ1MUyEnwScheZtO8Sbr6w/s320/IMG_1077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338368835752783890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But the best present of all was a trip to Disneyland with our little family. Post to follow.Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102010.post-71056037873693774252009-04-23T16:57:00.004-06:002009-04-29T16:16:13.448-06:00Spring TravelsHere are some recent pictures of the kids. We went to St. George for Spring Break with my sister and her two kids. Aunt Brat drove down with me and the kids and stayed with her friends down there and then drove back with us. It was so great since Captain F couldn't join us. The car ride was slow going, but the kids did really well. There were no crying fits, just general complaining. I call that a success! I told the Prince this was practice for going to Disneyland. Well, then he kept talking about Disneyland the entire ride. The kids did not sleep well on the vacation. V, the Prince, and I all shared a room. It probably could have been worse, but not by much. V is the culprit. She has to sleep in her own room. If she hears anyone she wakes up. She almost always wakes up happy, which is part of the problem. If she hears someone move she wakes up all cheery and ready to go even if it is 3 am. We were excited to see Ootsie on our trip. She was visiting her dad at the same time. They came over for a quick visit. Ootsie gave V a darling bunny rabbit stuffed animal she had knitted. Little V loves it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ueb-SwY_qAHOmnwJnleDpnPDmrt2EZ2N0166hXdtMKUBfNrM0TkJFtUGCcEFSrxWArlT90WYdh1_RgRmwrgwcXgLg2_gQdUhnIH9jlsrEeGiwf2p48-neO0UAXVAOtXJcpYwWw/s1600-h/IMG_0985.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ueb-SwY_qAHOmnwJnleDpnPDmrt2EZ2N0166hXdtMKUBfNrM0TkJFtUGCcEFSrxWArlT90WYdh1_RgRmwrgwcXgLg2_gQdUhnIH9jlsrEeGiwf2p48-neO0UAXVAOtXJcpYwWw/s320/IMG_0985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328025523716937954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A couple of Saturdays ago I took the kids to Lagoon with my sister & kids and cousins & kids. Captain F was out of town. He went out to DC to go to a Washington Capitals play-off game against the New York Rangers. Papa Owsey was able to get box seats for the two of them. Captain F used our frequent flier miles and stayed with his parents. It was a free trip for him and he loved being there, even if the Caps lost the game. Thankfully, they redeemed themselves tonight by beating the Rangers in Game 7. GO CAPS! Oh, back to Lagoon. The kids loved it, especially the Prince. Little V liked some of the rides, but then she just needed to nap. We were there right during her nap time, but she really only sleeps in the car or in her crib. Poor thing was pretty tired by the time we left. She is such a trooper.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNpm6Fhty3tfmwc3mtBwPujd4nL0OeUdCDuz1StfJidE8WhnNLkGqG4eyfRePkqGYM4VHDT6Vefznhy4qwi5x0VNcv8srOmL8lKZuf2avHHiZnEmk-qYh7RWlkL0FBmdT7Neixw/s1600-h/IMG_0990.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNpm6Fhty3tfmwc3mtBwPujd4nL0OeUdCDuz1StfJidE8WhnNLkGqG4eyfRePkqGYM4VHDT6Vefznhy4qwi5x0VNcv8srOmL8lKZuf2avHHiZnEmk-qYh7RWlkL0FBmdT7Neixw/s320/IMG_0990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328025531189622418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Little V is walking now. Hurray! She started taking multiple steps in a row on Saturday. She does a little more each day. It is so fun. I think she was more motivated to start walking after playing outside and having to crawl on the sidewalk on her knees. She loves to be outside now and doesn't even mind the feel of grass too much. She loves to join in whatever is going on. It is so fun to see.<br /><br />The Prince has been loving playing with all the neighborhood kids again. He runs and runs and runs to keep up with the 5/6 year-olds. He can't get enough. The hardest part is when they all ride their bikes and he has no bike to ride. He is definitely worn out by the end of the day. Thank heavens something wears him out.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeQiukC25uWazqCH3HEQ2ajhoHdzzoU4-HF9jgnpzAFcxEPrekqXNNESpXpGDpC8idaO87LlHMRggmkvdC0U7IX2pZgAvsLBlrrcF7pdZqiOecVEKXJmFXH2IPfxZExbGiqab8XQ/s1600-h/IMG_1000.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeQiukC25uWazqCH3HEQ2ajhoHdzzoU4-HF9jgnpzAFcxEPrekqXNNESpXpGDpC8idaO87LlHMRggmkvdC0U7IX2pZgAvsLBlrrcF7pdZqiOecVEKXJmFXH2IPfxZExbGiqab8XQ/s320/IMG_1000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328025541128876162" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhSCcitmvJFQAvLEJZ1GKW7oqMkdwBvH7dGbRl1LthAu93yFSaltFGVkfRoidhCXcgugyLG27snAR2OLK0tgdlNB22uikgu_Kb81TxPKDHjOcch4Di4Z6L2MZoO-vTb1tksMhkyA/s1600-h/IMG_0997.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhSCcitmvJFQAvLEJZ1GKW7oqMkdwBvH7dGbRl1LthAu93yFSaltFGVkfRoidhCXcgugyLG27snAR2OLK0tgdlNB22uikgu_Kb81TxPKDHjOcch4Di4Z6L2MZoO-vTb1tksMhkyA/s320/IMG_0997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328025532584926962" border="0" /></a>Tinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425396578681771753noreply@blogger.com0