tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19904152824383877282024-02-19T01:31:52.554-08:00The BramwellsSunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-33693069505190499482009-10-11T10:57:00.000-07:002009-10-11T11:12:42.136-07:00Soccer and dance<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjggVAkO-pUkmRZkrWYy_kpa6vAswpRW2I7E8O8N6w6_XFfEV_RcD0SSN3kHZxCCgwVspvhYCd9V0s9sSvYMDcdNHfjReAn3fR_ch0uXUr-Sx-RkvZoyvJkLO2XU3kN50wnhzhlaL9aAMwi/s1600-h/003.JPG"></a><div><div><div><div><div>We are those kinds of parents. The kind that try to "instill" a love of whatever activity/sport that we love into our kids. Thus, Caden is in soccer and Soleil is in dance. Both kids seem to love it! I am such a proud mama!</div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXaVjDA85dP0WVW4-fHVBSap3xpQMFNgUnsnH2AIowwrrn9IEeVg2tU0KXdixveZ1jWjPfL78vvla5OpOXRyR2H1d_mEaia4bpqDd-nHctjSso8A9CATAfm26hN6CoatnnLUsh7KZ3PCA-/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391404309069843714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXaVjDA85dP0WVW4-fHVBSap3xpQMFNgUnsnH2AIowwrrn9IEeVg2tU0KXdixveZ1jWjPfL78vvla5OpOXRyR2H1d_mEaia4bpqDd-nHctjSso8A9CATAfm26hN6CoatnnLUsh7KZ3PCA-/s320/006.JPG" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Caden (on the left side dribbling the ball) is becoming a soccer stud!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJkj4OwVLJFI2LxuiFk7O6QR9BpbJDLtMJQnmhynIkH8cVTS91H0k933CP1MTpOm7RaJxqT_Vboa70GynmDyZhcmyB7g1HIaKNN16O42Zg9iPwUjy3tLvSRCntvwDE9V7PKCry-eVDZZOJ/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391404322264807650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJkj4OwVLJFI2LxuiFk7O6QR9BpbJDLtMJQnmhynIkH8cVTS91H0k933CP1MTpOm7RaJxqT_Vboa70GynmDyZhcmyB7g1HIaKNN16O42Zg9iPwUjy3tLvSRCntvwDE9V7PKCry-eVDZZOJ/s320/011.JPG" /></a></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Caden got the "player of the week" award on his very first game!</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx4MAbAMguOu_bLdth6FewIirj_0V9fNIwXxlfg84jI9-XcdxwXlUQ_wjwMPNbqpVK1PzfLS_mTvNyoMxGVgKd5nnFmvTrKEGvBRdC4U_3bDE6N5G3pqgADVI5PmSjz39unbJ7538swpM1/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391404330581233762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx4MAbAMguOu_bLdth6FewIirj_0V9fNIwXxlfg84jI9-XcdxwXlUQ_wjwMPNbqpVK1PzfLS_mTvNyoMxGVgKd5nnFmvTrKEGvBRdC4U_3bDE6N5G3pqgADVI5PmSjz39unbJ7538swpM1/s320/003.JPG" /></a></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Soleil loves her tap/ballet class. And I have no idea how to turn this picture.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKnylMXqYzgi4UgR2m0JxdLW8zpnXQwnTBa3tWjw-mIBFRrtDL1s4Vl4idAyi1fTD1XJHcR9tkUJ2AHOgQoil5pW9lmK9aXCeZBYIp5D5yNHfRGGVICDhrw8-vb3baDTy1ToZLjrNwtKgu/s1600-h/006-1.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391404343323152226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKnylMXqYzgi4UgR2m0JxdLW8zpnXQwnTBa3tWjw-mIBFRrtDL1s4Vl4idAyi1fTD1XJHcR9tkUJ2AHOgQoil5pW9lmK9aXCeZBYIp5D5yNHfRGGVICDhrw8-vb3baDTy1ToZLjrNwtKgu/s320/006-1.JPG" /></a></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Shuffle, ball, step across the room</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div></div></div></div></div>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-24371816707209315902009-10-11T10:50:00.000-07:002009-10-11T10:57:00.266-07:00Labor Day weekendIn need of an adventure before getting bogged down in the school and upcoming holiday craziness, we headed to Big Bear Lake with R&M and gang for the Labor Day weekend. It was a lot of fun! Big Bear reminds me a lot of Jackson Hole - quaint shops set in a beautiful landscape. We rented a cabin and explored the area. <div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjFDUuhiSM9v4TkzZAHDv-tKzP_mSVd42Q7HZ9YY3D0GlNeslGID2n3Wg1hCDvWUiHQy-Y7oKzUpKB9Rx7lCt7rxRgQbXF2bcAnrBcTms5ixxqlJkUUH6UfLnNWyJj-CTzFGOyPPyuvhc/s1600-h/049.JPG"></a> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOxujQwh0whXovqpDYY9HDydvW9ep-AX_EiAih2mkowkrcEvXE62Yi_2KLqdO-x5Kjolq4ZMSESgo5Ldmg__Crh11NUf-Lns2kICG8yBQC0t3MEPo3iUc9UEiy2lx1K2G34zxMgYHEKJRG/s1600-h/047.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391401825507070866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOxujQwh0whXovqpDYY9HDydvW9ep-AX_EiAih2mkowkrcEvXE62Yi_2KLqdO-x5Kjolq4ZMSESgo5Ldmg__Crh11NUf-Lns2kICG8yBQC0t3MEPo3iUc9UEiy2lx1K2G34zxMgYHEKJRG/s320/047.JPG" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">The water was freezing!! But that didn't stop the kids from having a great time!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjFDUuhiSM9v4TkzZAHDv-tKzP_mSVd42Q7HZ9YY3D0GlNeslGID2n3Wg1hCDvWUiHQy-Y7oKzUpKB9Rx7lCt7rxRgQbXF2bcAnrBcTms5ixxqlJkUUH6UfLnNWyJj-CTzFGOyPPyuvhc/s1600-h/049.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391401836496664594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjFDUuhiSM9v4TkzZAHDv-tKzP_mSVd42Q7HZ9YY3D0GlNeslGID2n3Wg1hCDvWUiHQy-Y7oKzUpKB9Rx7lCt7rxRgQbXF2bcAnrBcTms5ixxqlJkUUH6UfLnNWyJj-CTzFGOyPPyuvhc/s320/049.JPG" /></a></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Muscle men! </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2rvne6QU31qSVXrrcMUQSRnHen-KSDgwOt0GRuLi7x0uMYLw9WyGDFHuir8Mvvof_1mXCwpRVgqUoa8B8fsCzuu5ZwzHbbn1HPiC3u435EEnn0LinC5o_Tj2I005RSjFw6P2XJQ6W6WHv/s1600-h/056.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391401846435459362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2rvne6QU31qSVXrrcMUQSRnHen-KSDgwOt0GRuLi7x0uMYLw9WyGDFHuir8Mvvof_1mXCwpRVgqUoa8B8fsCzuu5ZwzHbbn1HPiC3u435EEnn0LinC5o_Tj2I005RSjFw6P2XJQ6W6WHv/s320/056.JPG" /></a></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Feeding the ducks and fish</span></em></div><div> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div></div></div>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-14619873061381399172009-10-11T10:33:00.001-07:002009-10-11T10:50:51.749-07:00First day of school!Caden started Pepp this year. Pepp is a pre-kindergarten program that our school district has for the late-fall birthday kids, since our birthday cut-off date is in December! It gives them another year to mature and grow before kindergarten. It is only held at a couple of elementary schools, so we were lucky to get in at all. Caden loves his class and his teacher! Caden's good friend Brennan is also in his class, along with some kids from his preschool, so that helped with the transition. He's never really been a clingy kid, and on the first day, he marched right into his classroom without a look back. I, however, did leak out a couple of teardrops. I can't believe he is at the big kids school now. It is still tripping me out that my baby is almost 5, and for all intents and purposes, in kindergarten! How did this happen so fast??!! <div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFiCrQQ7g2T8mq0J6W1Z-EP6_Yr-nP3wLLU34idcNDvI7LYZPCxeObGkgHBRJge9bMa4i5T8BdUaaGpAAixLtpTCHfgoTITnJG8Q4QwdlCEAn0O_Zm7_4vHlb7oW9_uExDN9hK4GbVOMi9/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391398099655121234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFiCrQQ7g2T8mq0J6W1Z-EP6_Yr-nP3wLLU34idcNDvI7LYZPCxeObGkgHBRJge9bMa4i5T8BdUaaGpAAixLtpTCHfgoTITnJG8Q4QwdlCEAn0O_Zm7_4vHlb7oW9_uExDN9hK4GbVOMi9/s320/005.JPG" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Caden and Brennan</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div>Soleil started preschool this year. She LOVES it!! Her teacher is amazing! She also has some friends from church in her class, so it helps seeing familiar faces. I was worried about the potty issue with her, but after the first week, it hasn't been an issue. Hallelujah!</div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUOjm29lwODvXSn2MssTrZNjwAO8Yh7eCOnUg121OJGKsVZX0n5xiuk9pIpWbbYdSokH47fgEbEF0XZK74mYss_1V1Dmw1KEcjJ6_vKb9VrD_i-vckNIEPfY22SM1yi-0uQTPdW8PPd_vn/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391398111028857634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUOjm29lwODvXSn2MssTrZNjwAO8Yh7eCOnUg121OJGKsVZX0n5xiuk9pIpWbbYdSokH47fgEbEF0XZK74mYss_1V1Dmw1KEcjJ6_vKb9VrD_i-vckNIEPfY22SM1yi-0uQTPdW8PPd_vn/s320/014.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I am loving my 9 hours/week to myself. It's so nice to get the car smog-checked and grocery shop by myself! ;-></div><div> </div></div>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-41835625310200881042009-08-28T21:56:00.000-07:002009-09-01T17:13:33.135-07:00Summer 2009We had a fantastic, full summer. We drove up to Idaho for my brother Forest's mission homecoming. The kids did great for the long drive, thank goodness for DVD players! The family all dressed in our best missionary outfits for the airport arrival of Forest. It was so fun to see him, and have everyone together. I love hanging with my family! <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWFzTLH5yOD8sZmVbNtoaLGFIw5xkmFCYIy6ief1T0htNy_j9h0WWfdUXdCoqrY4JnYODfjoMhzIP5vU0xLoDt8EWUWwwizZsJzZBdLRvGSbMVcUtPASUwjf5iq23l19-FX-wsSNaF1C-I/s1600-h/015.JPG"></a> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqUPe9H-kW8xnF9zl3d9Uc913WTEaqhQxAfCRh1NUffNTfqtaTknhtZP3_xXomjm-a-veRqe_REmP6erP6rX5l5re8qVCVD4lpLfhm3F2V79tJ9uyBaHraeOEtfndZjRWjOFn7vy7Mv7Hb/s1600-h/Forest+Home+Fam.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376648358152744594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqUPe9H-kW8xnF9zl3d9Uc913WTEaqhQxAfCRh1NUffNTfqtaTknhtZP3_xXomjm-a-veRqe_REmP6erP6rX5l5re8qVCVD4lpLfhm3F2V79tJ9uyBaHraeOEtfndZjRWjOFn7vy7Mv7Hb/s320/Forest+Home+Fam.jpg" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Yes, we were quite the scene at the bustling Idaho Falls airport.</span></em></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmf4zQlGifqBP75x_tTiXAd7ZCysw1F0LnUX3kB54XgmDMEqubgeX7Q5mek2CpCtV0o0bRc_SQjzFe0zuDUt0O2H1u4cAd52Z9YEC0PiV9U-vt_n1dRVKuzY00SVILO0rVnusU_kDSw6N7/s1600-h/Fam+at+Cabin.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376648365525468530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmf4zQlGifqBP75x_tTiXAd7ZCysw1F0LnUX3kB54XgmDMEqubgeX7Q5mek2CpCtV0o0bRc_SQjzFe0zuDUt0O2H1u4cAd52Z9YEC0PiV9U-vt_n1dRVKuzY00SVILO0rVnusU_kDSw6N7/s320/Fam+at+Cabin.jpg" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">My mom did the forced matchy-match photo.</span></em></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWFzTLH5yOD8sZmVbNtoaLGFIw5xkmFCYIy6ief1T0htNy_j9h0WWfdUXdCoqrY4JnYODfjoMhzIP5vU0xLoDt8EWUWwwizZsJzZBdLRvGSbMVcUtPASUwjf5iq23l19-FX-wsSNaF1C-I/s1600-h/015.JPG"></a> </div><div><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376648381039871426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdHp6P2kIy08PyvwrcnW1ctfLrVmIqy6SDBTW-o01ZZazgkq5cxbhvsx8YLht7LixcPjgi1VCdWiPJSFUTRip7Rwo72wXaPBuN7RZbhzxemI_7lxaL5vxGMixMtFDdUywoEI9vcSGKoH43/s320/Storm+and+Caden.jpg" /></div></div><div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Stormie teaching Caden all her best faces.</span></em></div><div><br /> </div><div></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiY0rDb8LlZFVBq5drQBcqh0QJrefAB3nbNxPjHeZN2SnABapCAMBF77PMQmEuzWMNU5KBjZs5Hybnbmadm7hGWhGPo_Q0ftFsxik0vQUw56d4ZoT2gumT6jg-yVmv_zpGKqeNYgcuhayk/s1600-h/Soleil+and+Forest.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376648394739600354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiY0rDb8LlZFVBq5drQBcqh0QJrefAB3nbNxPjHeZN2SnABapCAMBF77PMQmEuzWMNU5KBjZs5Hybnbmadm7hGWhGPo_Q0ftFsxik0vQUw56d4ZoT2gumT6jg-yVmv_zpGKqeNYgcuhayk/s320/Soleil+and+Forest.jpg" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Soleil and Forest walking the river belt. I love having everyone home!</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div>Since Scott can only handle a few days with my family at a time (just kidding, Mom!), he flew up to Alaska to meet up with his brother, dad, and uncle for a week of fishing, beard-growing, and male bonding. They caught some serious fish, including a 5"4' halibut. Yes, that is as tall as me. (so is that a big fish, or a small person?) I now have 125 lbs of salmon and halibut in my freezer - so if you've got a fish hankering, come and get some! </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyDOP8JJloWmOvZHsoqHWeFJwqFbkVNv3lpxa2oXQQ_JsifJz8B03f8OrJ86aPykhuhxf5H7Zz-UHZwPhxuEPV4uBYwS1NUPzyR6yDx3IWhWfIquEPOHzmA6rCQ1mttpFrNIqXHRZTlJeC/s1600-h/053.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376651086126790066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyDOP8JJloWmOvZHsoqHWeFJwqFbkVNv3lpxa2oXQQ_JsifJz8B03f8OrJ86aPykhuhxf5H7Zz-UHZwPhxuEPV4uBYwS1NUPzyR6yDx3IWhWfIquEPOHzmA6rCQ1mttpFrNIqXHRZTlJeC/s320/053.JPG" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Uncle Doug, Scott, Ross, and Barry<br /></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY3vuDF4WEWjQMQm1dHrWQbAgbGyMc_K_UDcNU87sX9yQ4wnJOE6y3t4mEEIJoLY09Uz2YW6lQIQr6OxwUM_ftEG6S0fnxoxm8VWGyb27ZJ1uI6POLM_BNpFlMwObY_UqZy7lYaB6RvPvg/s1600-h/079+(2).JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376651100338271042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY3vuDF4WEWjQMQm1dHrWQbAgbGyMc_K_UDcNU87sX9yQ4wnJOE6y3t4mEEIJoLY09Uz2YW6lQIQr6OxwUM_ftEG6S0fnxoxm8VWGyb27ZJ1uI6POLM_BNpFlMwObY_UqZy7lYaB6RvPvg/s320/079+(2).JPG" /></a> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Holy fish, Batman!</span></em> </div><div><br />The kids and I also spent the 4th of July week in Utah hanging with my dad and family at our good friends' home. It was a relaxing, though hot, week. Thanks, Gary and Sue, for letting us take over your house! </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxNjoDc8CTr6BSNE0r2QZqZvnF8ebYp64gCc2fvvDNZxTtAewJUjswAQqZ-3_SURZygb2EmFJfVopiLj_BV43RCgK7kIgc8EWobaSgb5BPdRmefI7lLl1E42nD_4MNPa4ObNXYnxvWzwrI/s1600-h/DAvid+and+Soleil.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376652635552392322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxNjoDc8CTr6BSNE0r2QZqZvnF8ebYp64gCc2fvvDNZxTtAewJUjswAQqZ-3_SURZygb2EmFJfVopiLj_BV43RCgK7kIgc8EWobaSgb5BPdRmefI7lLl1E42nD_4MNPa4ObNXYnxvWzwrI/s320/DAvid+and+Soleil.jpg" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">David and Soleil</span></em></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsvA9VFuveXEk8o3vjMALVIEIJopemjdjmHBHA8N-7MKZjLreRkflF1Z0uBxOAO0fVF-eS90PugNcOlojXR6ZZjDDlrAAK3c3h7kPjP4UhLO4p2_wGgr8npy_TJ2pA0ZgQ2cVhP_Ju2BRl/s1600-h/Caden+4th+of+July.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376652626502283874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsvA9VFuveXEk8o3vjMALVIEIJopemjdjmHBHA8N-7MKZjLreRkflF1Z0uBxOAO0fVF-eS90PugNcOlojXR6ZZjDDlrAAK3c3h7kPjP4UhLO4p2_wGgr8npy_TJ2pA0ZgQ2cVhP_Ju2BRl/s320/Caden+4th+of+July.jpg" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Caden on the 4th of July</span></em><br />After yet another week back in Idaho, Forest and I drove back to SD. We played at the beach and did a little post-mission shopping before he went home.<br />At the beginning of August, we flew out to N. Carolina to Scott's uncle's lake house. Despite the 5 hour plane ride, this is one of my favorites of our annual trips. Eat, swim, eat, nap and read, eat, take a boat ride, eat, watch a movie, eat and go to bed. See the pattern? Scott's aunt and mom are great cooks, and I am a great cleaner, so together we are unstoppable! </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm3eg7L9Fr-hGhJfgFnhGTowUztm8FR2nh7HmQn_ZM4bIZbbX9KFVIzbR7K7K67c3xKikCE2tgxoWeFcqOgHi14wtyR7XQhQEnHCRTZpI96dqlF3467QhGPbCHN69QKf4Th6_Uw0qGgECf/s1600-h/057.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376654326823796562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm3eg7L9Fr-hGhJfgFnhGTowUztm8FR2nh7HmQn_ZM4bIZbbX9KFVIzbR7K7K67c3xKikCE2tgxoWeFcqOgHi14wtyR7XQhQEnHCRTZpI96dqlF3467QhGPbCHN69QKf4Th6_Uw0qGgECf/s320/057.JPG" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Scott and Caden enjoying a pre-dinner boat ride. Guess who feel asleep?<br /></span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWFzTLH5yOD8sZmVbNtoaLGFIw5xkmFCYIy6ief1T0htNy_j9h0WWfdUXdCoqrY4JnYODfjoMhzIP5vU0xLoDt8EWUWwwizZsJzZBdLRvGSbMVcUtPASUwjf5iq23l19-FX-wsSNaF1C-I/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376654293493011906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWFzTLH5yOD8sZmVbNtoaLGFIw5xkmFCYIy6ief1T0htNy_j9h0WWfdUXdCoqrY4JnYODfjoMhzIP5vU0xLoDt8EWUWwwizZsJzZBdLRvGSbMVcUtPASUwjf5iq23l19-FX-wsSNaF1C-I/s320/015.JPG" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Scott getting some air wakeboarding.<br /></span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEh0xBZ5qPRdgK5fBxoOtnBuBHjeQC7jDFH3kZdVC-D8lRndb86LV-lysfemCElcX4hq9PX22LXvYtQ2n8TZl3XcunDiL4HBfUvpNmiex84Y1TmYCkbPxD3ShSte-ClEIfqPtF0ljY5wSj/s1600-h/072.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376654336739810130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEh0xBZ5qPRdgK5fBxoOtnBuBHjeQC7jDFH3kZdVC-D8lRndb86LV-lysfemCElcX4hq9PX22LXvYtQ2n8TZl3XcunDiL4HBfUvpNmiex84Y1TmYCkbPxD3ShSte-ClEIfqPtF0ljY5wSj/s320/072.JPG" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Soleil imitating the older cousins and attempting her first toe touch.</span></em><br /></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8-8zx-s058XlXcg4WkHnIlBATZm59viMJJ24EKA0kZ8pQeL_ZAG4_pmCVSrFyCCiWPEcHrsHOnlqNESa2dg9-ny6voyEQKkmRhtw9a95oxlP9eGc3o1rwWo2ohPAD8x0_Jmbwlnd1ae9P/s1600-h/044.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376654311814812754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8-8zx-s058XlXcg4WkHnIlBATZm59viMJJ24EKA0kZ8pQeL_ZAG4_pmCVSrFyCCiWPEcHrsHOnlqNESa2dg9-ny6voyEQKkmRhtw9a95oxlP9eGc3o1rwWo2ohPAD8x0_Jmbwlnd1ae9P/s320/044.JPG" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Uncle Ross and Brinley on the pontoon boat.</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMXaLUZa26yKe3YHYDTifQLYW3Ck1fKVoWu8v_xMa8x45AOJEwmWEC2LK6Z7drDZRD5VzgMRVoK198fypefGfllIj6xsI4-qfMP431yMnAfWX0rGbodRjZlYzgLCt5o2P0-lTXwlpT85ZK/s1600-h/021.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376654299223765650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMXaLUZa26yKe3YHYDTifQLYW3Ck1fKVoWu8v_xMa8x45AOJEwmWEC2LK6Z7drDZRD5VzgMRVoK198fypefGfllIj6xsI4-qfMP431yMnAfWX0rGbodRjZlYzgLCt5o2P0-lTXwlpT85ZK/s320/021.JPG" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Cheese!<br /></span></em></div><div>Caden did two summer camps, his first ones ever. He and his cousin Drew first did a sports camp and then the next week did a bible camp at his old preschool. Gotta love the songs! </div><div>Hope your summer was as good as ours!! </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-2934897989262639552009-06-23T14:01:00.000-07:002009-08-28T22:01:14.064-07:00Bramwell B&BSo our bed and breakfast is officially open for the season. Actually, it's been open for the last 6 weeks, but will be closing for the next 3 weeks. Our latest guests have included my wonderful in-laws back in mid-May. We went to a Padre game with them, huffed and puffed our way through the cystic fibrosis walk, and celebrated Scott's 33rd birthday with them. It was a lot of fun! I think I have pictures, but as stated in the previous post, I'm still learning the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">in's</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">out's</span> of this new computer, and the photo program and I are fighting right now. The program is winning.<br />Three days after Barry and Linda left, my dad and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">stepmom's</span> best friends came for the weekend. Gary and Sue are like my....fourth set of parents. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Caden</span> loved playing with Uncle Gary, and Gary and Sue both helped with my dreaded sac. talk. (see post below) They were also here for the start of potty-training, and even assisted with taking <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Soleil</span> to the potty. Talk about great friends!!<br /><div>Four days after Gary and Sue left, my brother David and his girlfriend Carrie arrived. David did a month internship at Scott's work, and Carrie washed windows. It was so fun to get to hang with my brother for an extended time, and gave my kids the opportunity to get to really know him. He and Carrie played with the kids, babysat the kids, and explored San Diego when we weren't unloading the kids on them. I really enjoyed having them here. Carrie left a week ago, and David pulled out this morning. And somehow I didn't take a single picture of David and the kids. He was here a month! Why am I so bad at this??? ugh!</div><div>My dear aunt Cathy came over from Phoenix last week for 24 hours to help me decorate my bedroom. She is a master decorator - incredibly talented and creative. She sewed my drapes, and I enjoyed her company, if only for a short time. One day I'll get her out here for a "non-working" trip. Thanks for all your help, Cathy! I LOVE the drapes!! It's probably weird to post pictures of your bedroom online, but I am so pleased with how these turned out. I'm anxious to finish the odds and ends, and get this room done!!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP50uCvmhJdR9KMBiborDiJVvqgui7jEcYF3mr6FXksc5ky5omR-QKdxrr5c6F9MvHpFt6g12HJ-ZP7NZkoCOoQbDD7rHfpY4pwFjW9rLV-8vpaVNx319MYcBIpL9GD7ZUrtp8EHSKVXSR/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350634944643211858" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP50uCvmhJdR9KMBiborDiJVvqgui7jEcYF3mr6FXksc5ky5omR-QKdxrr5c6F9MvHpFt6g12HJ-ZP7NZkoCOoQbDD7rHfpY4pwFjW9rLV-8vpaVNx319MYcBIpL9GD7ZUrtp8EHSKVXSR/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Please ignore the ghetto lamp. It WILL be replaced!!</span></em></div><div> </div><div>This last week we had 2 different bouts of the fever thing going around. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Caden</span> got over it in a day, but poor <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Soleil</span> got hit a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">little</span> harder. I think we are all better now, just in time for our trip!</div><div>With the beginning of the month came the end of school. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Caden</span> LOVED his preschool and his teacher. This is from the last day of school. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDlehd5pJgYAjGThJdxMv1C68Yq_3Av2UC6aY5Hc7LuBXXqrUDYU7FGfl2A3b-9V1MrSBdy8UFox2sdZsdk4Sg0_pKmlX2NJfpszW31Y2B-j4-qUqfMFeEXALpRjSlVSYvUZl_5ZnkQqiy/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350634942203649426" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDlehd5pJgYAjGThJdxMv1C68Yq_3Av2UC6aY5Hc7LuBXXqrUDYU7FGfl2A3b-9V1MrSBdy8UFox2sdZsdk4Sg0_pKmlX2NJfpszW31Y2B-j4-qUqfMFeEXALpRjSlVSYvUZl_5ZnkQqiy/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Miss <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Cullison</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Caden</span><br /></span></em><div></div><br /><br /><div>Hope everyone has a happy 4<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> of July! </div>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-65443236325158353542009-06-02T15:07:00.000-07:002009-06-02T15:32:14.722-07:00Sigh of relief<div><div>Sac. mgt talk - check. So glad that one's done with. For at least 5 years! Don't call me about speaking again until 2014, people! My nerves and my marriage can't handle it any sooner!<br /><br /></div><div>Summer calendar - double check. SUPER glad that sucker is done. While it is an annual affair, I think next year's will be easier...cause Scott got me a new computer!! I love him. He is da' bomb. We bought our computer when we got married, 6 years ago, which is like 50 in techno years. My computer did not have a calendar feature on it. It didn't want to download anything from the internet. And our newer laptop is a Mac. Shoot me in the head...I can't handle going back and forth between a Mac and a PC. Too hard. Anyways, complaining aside, the calendar is done, and I have a new PC!! Hopefully soon my special IT guy will come to set it up for me...firewalls and all. ;-></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-VZ3e7qOzAllU4qqWlDzs6iCyUUjSxLlpKePX-Y9S09hZDe2DTu0IskJnBm5jEa7URAagHMYVaEnGLek-4sQ5HKgNIcJAuQgdzsKtwsvmYqHS_mczlQHM5H5J7vZuBtizCyKuXzJueGxL/s1600-h/Zenith.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342857736718685138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-VZ3e7qOzAllU4qqWlDzs6iCyUUjSxLlpKePX-Y9S09hZDe2DTu0IskJnBm5jEa7URAagHMYVaEnGLek-4sQ5HKgNIcJAuQgdzsKtwsvmYqHS_mczlQHM5H5J7vZuBtizCyKuXzJueGxL/s320/Zenith.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">From Melissa's senior dance recital in April. That shirt makes me look prego. Dang, I thought it was a keeper.</span></em></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeRG_vGzrzTQFAKJvsGlR5o4MgEEsPv8M48VotqSzZkzoJN5wf_Y6S0aOoc16UZNYYmpiIOG8wZpu53QxMMyC_Ecs7A6zAS9lmg9-ViUsqF9RsNeep_ZgQi5pQ20Ke7OcAdAD_OslfvFeG/s1600-h/Zenith+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342857737399713490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeRG_vGzrzTQFAKJvsGlR5o4MgEEsPv8M48VotqSzZkzoJN5wf_Y6S0aOoc16UZNYYmpiIOG8wZpu53QxMMyC_Ecs7A6zAS9lmg9-ViUsqF9RsNeep_ZgQi5pQ20Ke7OcAdAD_OslfvFeG/s320/Zenith+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Dad, Michelle, Melissa, Jill, and me.</em> <em>Shiny, happy people.<br /></em></span><br />This is what happens while I work out. Maybe that's why I still have my "baby" weight, and my baby is 2 1/2!! Look closely...that's her hair caught up in there. And she's neekid!! Where are her clothes?? ;-> We are potty-training, so that means no clothes while at home. Keeps the laundry down.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilvJO0WOc7qaM773KJrwafuDJ40AKJOUch-lgXhcLNlvl2i5vxifCxPt7y5O6QqToKqateKP_qd6aMLfwatrVl2HlATlay5XaRrsdQb3w4zDkBqEKobqC0rfaFmJ3rfAby5Z2GNG0zi_5X/s1600-h/April+2009+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342860640190354210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilvJO0WOc7qaM773KJrwafuDJ40AKJOUch-lgXhcLNlvl2i5vxifCxPt7y5O6QqToKqateKP_qd6aMLfwatrVl2HlATlay5XaRrsdQb3w4zDkBqEKobqC0rfaFmJ3rfAby5Z2GNG0zi_5X/s320/April+2009+018.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLVZdEttCxb7lucSFfsS4QrHN9_g7zHKPo4Oo1r8flw70OCeiKhOqzkxJulspzWjZl9iHU-HYA8CxdUbTKv3QJKCClvt_8B8XDNNB78kC1kLCLUPXVWWiWlPV7pgoMdcVm-i708jJEfr_C/s1600-h/April+2009+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342860643264211378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLVZdEttCxb7lucSFfsS4QrHN9_g7zHKPo4Oo1r8flw70OCeiKhOqzkxJulspzWjZl9iHU-HYA8CxdUbTKv3QJKCClvt_8B8XDNNB78kC1kLCLUPXVWWiWlPV7pgoMdcVm-i708jJEfr_C/s320/April+2009+019.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Got to give her props...she never cried while Daddy got her untangled. </div><div>Send some happy thoughts for the potty-training. We need it!!</div></div>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-14083945224025072772009-05-26T11:19:00.000-07:002009-05-26T11:45:01.449-07:00April Adventures<div><div><div><div>It's time for the Easter post!!</div><div>We had a busy April. Caden did a couple of spring break day camps with his cousins. On Easter weekend, my mom and my cousin Jill and her family and her mom, my dear Aunt Cathy came for a quick visit. We ate and laughed and reminisced. Thanks for stopping by, guys! The Easter Bunny was good to the kids this year.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsGX5jAMHjBzEER-S5I08JsbMy6DKBoQ8oAxG45MvenoRck5ldkptUPVcSKnMlsADOOZklS3tVZ7Owxqfhnb1NJXfdg92-NPEs1E_6x92bMEUgGTSajPKrr61Y6M9lRzfjdnSEIUvjJXx/s1600-h/April+2009+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340199836910745826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsGX5jAMHjBzEER-S5I08JsbMy6DKBoQ8oAxG45MvenoRck5ldkptUPVcSKnMlsADOOZklS3tVZ7Owxqfhnb1NJXfdg92-NPEs1E_6x92bMEUgGTSajPKrr61Y6M9lRzfjdnSEIUvjJXx/s320/April+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Decorating eggs</span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">While we were in a decorating mood, we finally finished our last gingerbread house from Christmas. I put it up on the counter to harden up, and went upstairs. Soon I noticed how very quiet the house was. I snuck back down, and peeked around the corner to find Caden and Soleil standing on stools whispering to each other and picking the candy off of the gingerbread house. This is them "getting caught."</span><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfksY4QhYTFtvLWgEcW3Yu8eXjRh8Zt4T6mgMsgQ33Z8kqqSOZc_tOy7j3s5kwZTFnj25V0vAHF9WhOggYBVvB-CIXH09K4QSkko2v99Ms8xcEuztYLUkjb0IZY4EN0Y1TeBBFq_ny-UYh/s1600-h/April+2009+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340199842081261778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfksY4QhYTFtvLWgEcW3Yu8eXjRh8Zt4T6mgMsgQ33Z8kqqSOZc_tOy7j3s5kwZTFnj25V0vAHF9WhOggYBVvB-CIXH09K4QSkko2v99Ms8xcEuztYLUkjb0IZY4EN0Y1TeBBFq_ny-UYh/s320/April+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">I love Caden's face, but I'm a little nervous that Soleil isn't fazed at all by being caught.<br /></span></em></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj48y0M5IR8bsbs0wE7etm1pRG0lry_rEEXXRY2r9bSn7n9ZyjKpf2ckVyd-l9c2gspVPp3YRlCoJ0dV7qjTb11pp8XH_0ys9F9XwMPzldcuKhPmFC1icv0K4TSNKEkNyTs8JAVvqwBAPQD/s1600-h/April+2009+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340199829503088514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj48y0M5IR8bsbs0wE7etm1pRG0lry_rEEXXRY2r9bSn7n9ZyjKpf2ckVyd-l9c2gspVPp3YRlCoJ0dV7qjTb11pp8XH_0ys9F9XwMPzldcuKhPmFC1icv0K4TSNKEkNyTs8JAVvqwBAPQD/s320/April+2009+014.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Caden showing off some of his Easter wares.</span></em> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjikY8bQxIBGGi0KtlJTDX_jW4WknTFP4pnmA5ExFaqgmnQwbmorypXax9AprAj3vShFLuMDIl7mSpNFxvWlupXf3Jss3oPQkgIiCJOhL8vJICpLzCXbu1o3Y5KeKklUkq37VpffJwmwaRo/s1600-h/April+2009+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340199821703112354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjikY8bQxIBGGi0KtlJTDX_jW4WknTFP4pnmA5ExFaqgmnQwbmorypXax9AprAj3vShFLuMDIl7mSpNFxvWlupXf3Jss3oPQkgIiCJOhL8vJICpLzCXbu1o3Y5KeKklUkq37VpffJwmwaRo/s320/April+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Why does my 2 year old have more toned arms than I do?? She doesn't even care about toned arms!! </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Still...how cute is she??</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghEIjwjX6T4BqZ5Wdztvx8tyYXvveeB13f5VO88HdsisPXvWAvQba6ufNp4ITyPEQ0mawDC5XWhfzKuVWMZiuGOajoWd30fOfmZ6iMJUmk7gUwY-BzNrm9XGqfnIzk_Hu-CA6hQ1JBH3dU/s1600-h/April+2009+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340199817272747634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghEIjwjX6T4BqZ5Wdztvx8tyYXvveeB13f5VO88HdsisPXvWAvQba6ufNp4ITyPEQ0mawDC5XWhfzKuVWMZiuGOajoWd30fOfmZ6iMJUmk7gUwY-BzNrm9XGqfnIzk_Hu-CA6hQ1JBH3dU/s320/April+2009+010.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Trying for a Easter pix with Grannie. Soleil is all attitude already - heaven help me!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div>My mom's friend Penny and her 2 daughters came down from Canada to defrost for their spring break. We played at the beach and Legoland, and laughed at how quickly those Canucks got sun-burned here in sunny SoCal. And it's always good when my mom comes to visit!</div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div>The last weekend of April I flew to Austin to watch my little sister in her last high school drill team recital. It was so much fun to see...I'm so proud of my youngest sis!! Of course I forgot my camera, so Melissa - email me some photos!! It was a quick trip, but it was fun to just be daughter and sister, and leave the parenting to Scott for the weekend. Thanks, honey!! I love you!! </div><div>As soon as I find the camera, I'll post about May.</div></div></div>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-42218871378986028762009-03-30T14:01:00.000-07:002009-03-30T14:50:58.265-07:00Feb and March<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>February was filled with valentines, playdates, meetings, and errands. It feels so long ago, I can hardly remember it. This is why I blog!</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjbLNMp13chPkwbkMjNdlYj4DD71UoWDR1hwsO_l4wSq7CUpLxMyYZYdp-bL-22n-eSq9ix_OOwVAwI48e64CrB5ppg8-A2-1-JhRDGq2qVm8X5AfJvwWeVv1-ZarJURHvud-pB8DZKlx9/s1600-h/March+2009+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319090028032074322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjbLNMp13chPkwbkMjNdlYj4DD71UoWDR1hwsO_l4wSq7CUpLxMyYZYdp-bL-22n-eSq9ix_OOwVAwI48e64CrB5ppg8-A2-1-JhRDGq2qVm8X5AfJvwWeVv1-ZarJURHvud-pB8DZKlx9/s320/March+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Soleil ready for her school's Valentine's party. I didn't get a pix of Caden before school, and there is no use taking one after school.</em></span></div><div><br />Caden finished his latest sports class. He loved it, and is counting down the days till the next one starts.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNhKAYiS64J6lGBhf8FBBBcx6iLOKIxY2gghbX4GNgphj_jtpYSMCH1X82V2YREnZvWy-y5mWXxSnasF3PU65qXFfS0OHHoqD0rwlWj9SJnGB9ym0iLHRGKbDbvb0DicYCl-1IgWx9jZwu/s1600-h/March+2009+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319090438225198594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNhKAYiS64J6lGBhf8FBBBcx6iLOKIxY2gghbX4GNgphj_jtpYSMCH1X82V2YREnZvWy-y5mWXxSnasF3PU65qXFfS0OHHoqD0rwlWj9SJnGB9ym0iLHRGKbDbvb0DicYCl-1IgWx9jZwu/s320/March+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Running the football obstacle course.</span></em></div><br /><div></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheG012zYf8m_VmjhA5CKGv3CShHipVhnim5Txxnlztgwi_tPXhBa92RYEzrC_pQd34K7evwI5kUbpahrrctqqk1vrUPmdBiZRzoxl9h6wrW9Q3r-mJljrA3yLWThhYcSMWJ7ox22brvc3U/s1600-h/March+2009+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319090920452700370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheG012zYf8m_VmjhA5CKGv3CShHipVhnim5Txxnlztgwi_tPXhBa92RYEzrC_pQd34K7evwI5kUbpahrrctqqk1vrUPmdBiZRzoxl9h6wrW9Q3r-mJljrA3yLWThhYcSMWJ7ox22brvc3U/s320/March+2009+013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">A lazy Saturday morning spent popping bubble wrap. We are easily entertained.</span></em></div><br /><div><br />As for March, we seemed to keep busy. Scott and I went with Ross and Maria to the Rascal Flatts concert. Mock me if you will, but I love their music! They aren't as cute as some of the NKOTB boys, but I do like their music a little better. (I know, blasphemy from a NKOTB fan) And of course I forgot my camera. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We had a free plane companion ticket burning a hole in our pocket, so we ran up to Utah for a long weekend. My youngest 2 cousins on my mom's side were sealed to their mom and stepdad, so most of the family was in town for that. It was a really cool experience. And thanks to Stormie, Star, and Russ for watching the kids during the sealing. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3B1ekS7weuJE6rCMe1kvehVgrcp6ohZMAUypnRpc6q-QFY11CM0VtzH9SVUaPlL0uIaBv8J69hQdv7yp7MGmuWlj9hwx4ptsLvFPiY6OJM89XGrML5rcQERNhCBUwWzTC3YcU1mS1mPY/s1600-h/Temple.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319097856645319010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3B1ekS7weuJE6rCMe1kvehVgrcp6ohZMAUypnRpc6q-QFY11CM0VtzH9SVUaPlL0uIaBv8J69hQdv7yp7MGmuWlj9hwx4ptsLvFPiY6OJM89XGrML5rcQERNhCBUwWzTC3YcU1mS1mPY/s320/Temple.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>At the Mt. Timp Temple</em>. <em>Special thanks to Dusty for a pretty cute pix.</em></span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>We had 3 different families and lots of friends to see, so we were constantly on the go during this trip. We were exhausted by the time we got home, but it was great to see all those that we were able to. Sorry to those that we didn't make it to. (Sara, Soleil and Scott both had colds, so we weren't infecting your babies if you read this before I get a chance to call you!)</div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div>My bro Dusty arranged to play in BYU's Guitars Unplugged that weekend, (out of like 75 bands that tried out, his was one of the 15 that got in) so we got to go cheer him on there. (Now you know you are getting old when the college kids look young!) He wrote the song that he and 2 friends played and he sang lead vocals. It was really cool!</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwwKAIP7lQ1Df1I8CpJXp_fdp82Vng1SQpa46b2l2rCF5AZo839qzeSDTNkYIsMjzIVOh0RvfTSz72I3m9wowbnCTh9ey4w8vwSdoJIsL_nuwU5E_rXS7ITd3GuyHQicRlnqcjpnJF141C/s1600-h/March+2009+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319093491766237618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwwKAIP7lQ1Df1I8CpJXp_fdp82Vng1SQpa46b2l2rCF5AZo839qzeSDTNkYIsMjzIVOh0RvfTSz72I3m9wowbnCTh9ey4w8vwSdoJIsL_nuwU5E_rXS7ITd3GuyHQicRlnqcjpnJF141C/s320/March+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Dusty is in the green turtleneck on the left. The drummer, John, is invisible, and Naomi, in black on the right, is ripping the violin.</span></em></div></div><br /><div></div><div>Scott took Caden skiing for the first time at Sundance. He LOVED it! By the end of his lesson, he was skiing the main hill. I see lots of trips to Utah in our future, that or Big Bear.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIW_tbQtZLNhqzPUg3kjbaZmBohKPFB71nosymEC9QtBWmfyJnBC3Sqa9dyH9q2hUvAPMlN8MsoX95sWs8NEFWlYDzMheZTsTgthiysFBo5JeW4HE1cWx-XAgJrQq9i6Z81fUy604FSp6u/s1600-h/Caden+skiing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319094064441229842" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIW_tbQtZLNhqzPUg3kjbaZmBohKPFB71nosymEC9QtBWmfyJnBC3Sqa9dyH9q2hUvAPMlN8MsoX95sWs8NEFWlYDzMheZTsTgthiysFBo5JeW4HE1cWx-XAgJrQq9i6Z81fUy604FSp6u/s320/Caden+skiing.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div><br />My BFF Jenna lives in Orem, so I got to spend an afternoon with her. I love you, Jenna!</div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFNFvNfRPrQfgIH3yPnixj8LwujKu3szd39MPUj_-PDPr-tau29Ejdm-3D8lXL00QgLu7wx1N4VOFBSQQ2AIVhmno58u1mO_SSbVaO9-hWZgM4o5U4TO_FpByu6kvwRSK4qBpG8zI5Y6FB/s1600-h/March+2009+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319093505374808402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFNFvNfRPrQfgIH3yPnixj8LwujKu3szd39MPUj_-PDPr-tau29Ejdm-3D8lXL00QgLu7wx1N4VOFBSQQ2AIVhmno58u1mO_SSbVaO9-hWZgM4o5U4TO_FpByu6kvwRSK4qBpG8zI5Y6FB/s320/March+2009+018.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX1FYOswFteHUVkGOwktGRysFB6rh7XtSG_a68MVLJQdTJN49-QW8kCrnHLpMrF2bRotDAYcapErinAcuNJuy8wvFCt6rX0m_94zX4bBXqLPD4eXyPUYLP5JeXbE8IxJWdbzbL2MzVdlkK/s1600-h/March+2009+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319093495357502082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX1FYOswFteHUVkGOwktGRysFB6rh7XtSG_a68MVLJQdTJN49-QW8kCrnHLpMrF2bRotDAYcapErinAcuNJuy8wvFCt6rX0m_94zX4bBXqLPD4eXyPUYLP5JeXbE8IxJWdbzbL2MzVdlkK/s320/March+2009+016.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Caden and Matthew hamming for the camera.</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKxsbmpjZyotv2gLGobKbFblIrK8sPGPnzZv9lEhLxK-k7iWCLNBCrkETLIskjV7ba6QnNj4y6oaiUsidilVcsgWKCDB7WvUV0MHZjfapHKPOWgzz3xgZHFbiH0UmhQvjMtMlHUtLIya5Z/s1600-h/March+2009+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319093510457879602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKxsbmpjZyotv2gLGobKbFblIrK8sPGPnzZv9lEhLxK-k7iWCLNBCrkETLIskjV7ba6QnNj4y6oaiUsidilVcsgWKCDB7WvUV0MHZjfapHKPOWgzz3xgZHFbiH0UmhQvjMtMlHUtLIya5Z/s320/March+2009+019.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Caden with David and Michelle. Yes, that is Cafe Rio all over the table. Yum, yum!!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><br /><div>Thanks to David and Michelle for hanging out with us one nite. It was fun to chat and catch up. I love you guys! We also saw Scott's bro, Brent and his family on Brent's birthday. The kids played and the adults ate. My idea of a good time. Thanks for the yummy dinner and extra-yummy Nothing Bundt cake, Kierstin! And last, but not least, thanks for lunching with us, Chanel. Even though it was brief, it was still great to see you and your cute, tiny baby belly and catch up. Next time we FOR SURE will go shopping too! I'm still sad we ran out of time! </div><div>Love to all you Utahans! See you next time!</div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-69623069264353790912009-02-23T12:16:00.000-08:002009-02-23T13:50:26.025-08:00January in Review<div><div><div><div><div>I wish I had more time to post great entries filled with humor and happiness. But I like television too much, so that's what I've been doing lately at nite instead of blogging. With American Idol finally getting interesting, and the new show Lie To Me (have you seen it? It's brillant!), and of course my old favorite stand-bys NCIS and The Office, I've been way too busy (and exhausted by 8pm) vegging than blogging. Plus, it's easier eating snicker doodle cookies while watching tv rather than typing. </div><div>That said, I have a lot to post about. The most important is, we finally have family here! After 5 1/2 years of pleading and begging, we finally convinced Scott's bro Ross, his wife Maria, and their 3 kids to move to San Diego from Atlanta. Ross is working with Scott. They ended up 8 houses down from ours. All the kids love going back and forth. I love having family nearby. It's been so fun!!</div><div>So to further celebrate, Scott's parents came out for a week visit. We had them running back and forth between our house and Maria's house all week. We all went up to Disneyland for a day, and met up with Scott's other bro and family there. It was a rainy day, but it was great for Disneyland. We didn't have to wait at all for the rides. Caden rode Thunder Mtn (his favorite - it's a train!) 5 times. Definitely worth the rain and the poncho purchases. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE63kwvFFFNIxg5bTfRIFICAy2KcGINhy69bmC6ja41kBCnyStjZZJZ527aTwRA9SLSPu8F7mb38u_I6Lzf20g0Cy3CI6Ma2fiFwn_CCnXa3rwBHA9DDtCXQMpcWtRVPX1zbBcvmumClOH/s1600-h/Jan+2009+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306110043823299778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE63kwvFFFNIxg5bTfRIFICAy2KcGINhy69bmC6ja41kBCnyStjZZJZ527aTwRA9SLSPu8F7mb38u_I6Lzf20g0Cy3CI6Ma2fiFwn_CCnXa3rwBHA9DDtCXQMpcWtRVPX1zbBcvmumClOH/s320/Jan+2009+018.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Soleil met Princess Jasmine for the first time. She was completely enthralled with her - or scared. You decide.</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiduTCsrTuSDcY0jVpPsg-fO5X_F6YsJ9RIwgWEHgun9c9mmEACYCgiexc4x2CuAF6TLcv167RpDdqdCj91UDpByeQrqbZvBUFUr9OL9bqcqdCR0SZ8aWUq01kVMEyuy5Z4dkayKjnAY7nY/s1600-h/Jan+2009+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306110028354972114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiduTCsrTuSDcY0jVpPsg-fO5X_F6YsJ9RIwgWEHgun9c9mmEACYCgiexc4x2CuAF6TLcv167RpDdqdCj91UDpByeQrqbZvBUFUr9OL9bqcqdCR0SZ8aWUq01kVMEyuy5Z4dkayKjnAY7nY/s320/Jan+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">We completely filled up the "Small World" boat. </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ivibRPqF20eIL5SwD3Syemb7j-Jx_pMlBeWm3kdlvbriosWsAckBMQEcxlS32R3VHLYnNp68O7O-syD5yMDFaiDJxZVHrFjM_7NWl_vUtei-bf-idgN1A_urhdAvnx3Qz2toqhyphenhyphen-Xk1r/s1600-h/Jan+2009+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306110039105362018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ivibRPqF20eIL5SwD3Syemb7j-Jx_pMlBeWm3kdlvbriosWsAckBMQEcxlS32R3VHLYnNp68O7O-syD5yMDFaiDJxZVHrFjM_7NWl_vUtei-bf-idgN1A_urhdAvnx3Qz2toqhyphenhyphen-Xk1r/s320/Jan+2009+008.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Grandma and Grandpa finally resting while little Carly slept. Those ponchos seriously came in handy!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em><br /> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzF8QnAOabcfH-eq8JnZfIOL0Uzrr-zmcZLv_KyWEN_Dklu_YD3OG002gIrfZO8IIPgmX5XpYhwnvzCI3F2Pv9JTQfyckzEiaw8np0Rwe6Cq6ldQ4VtlQR-NP3s2hLq-ODU0krlr6KR8R/s1600-h/Jan+2009+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306110034072783858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzF8QnAOabcfH-eq8JnZfIOL0Uzrr-zmcZLv_KyWEN_Dklu_YD3OG002gIrfZO8IIPgmX5XpYhwnvzCI3F2Pv9JTQfyckzEiaw8np0Rwe6Cq6ldQ4VtlQR-NP3s2hLq-ODU0krlr6KR8R/s320/Jan+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Caden and Drew hamming it up for the camera. These 2 guys love playing together.</span></em></div><div> </div><div>My dad and stepmom also dashed in for a quick visit. Jill and I unintentionally ended up gardening for hours - she has an incredible green thumb! My yard looks so much better! Thank you for always helping me with my house and yard! I love you!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpFwQjPUvIDnDUrTImAyqKq9JeggXOJaxiQvWCoDkVkXxlhhyphenhyphenOrgdZm40sZogR1JagBamI570DB1ZNhgsQI6Yx6j_sCb5mkqcMCJjDnnhDasFLPkx2CqSmmB5O9vNHsatu6j-mvLd1tJTf/s1600-h/Jan+2009+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306111932607663618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpFwQjPUvIDnDUrTImAyqKq9JeggXOJaxiQvWCoDkVkXxlhhyphenhyphenOrgdZm40sZogR1JagBamI570DB1ZNhgsQI6Yx6j_sCb5mkqcMCJjDnnhDasFLPkx2CqSmmB5O9vNHsatu6j-mvLd1tJTf/s320/Jan+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>The only pix I got during their quick visit - taken at 7am as they were leaving for the airport. Yes, my dad's eyes are, in fact, open.<br /></em></span><div></div></div></div></div></div>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-10577756397242278132009-01-27T16:21:00.000-08:002009-01-27T16:55:11.455-08:00December<div><div><div><div><div>Since it's almost Feb, it's time I posted about December <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">activities</span> and Christmas. Right on time for my behind-a-month post.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Caden</span> had his first school program. Granted it was a preschool program, but I was beaming like the proud parent that I am. He was so cute! The whole class sat up on bleachers and sang their songs and recited their memorized lines that the preacher is brainwashing them with. It was great!</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5RLIOekPsBmXQ0cTiiB70v07tqId51VesjmHTaEUltKFmjUeeGAdHnwNaGEPco3mMdjSI5GNSzve3U89I4xtkcYEwgIQkgcGSma4ai4U3AmM5p30IZbeLQ4wcUc3hgvvSlvZarJtbRTSB/s1600-h/Dec+2008+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296135018964203810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5RLIOekPsBmXQ0cTiiB70v07tqId51VesjmHTaEUltKFmjUeeGAdHnwNaGEPco3mMdjSI5GNSzve3U89I4xtkcYEwgIQkgcGSma4ai4U3AmM5p30IZbeLQ4wcUc3hgvvSlvZarJtbRTSB/s320/Dec+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Caden's</span> friends, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Chaz</span> (behind <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Caden</span>) and Alex (next to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Caden</span>) make this picture great. I love their faces.</em></span> </div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi2NyDnIuPE6dlFPynRlVuAFD8tB-uMOAN-i5tGJ6PPrgH1mSY9wJsTWujoEn8Eyv4l_DGoYkddMR852w4hAWgQ7ZjI_t9cLO6V1BAy5v3EkfV7rt1-LSmcOAJlNAuf1-4XKG28eFZ89gz/s1600-h/Dec+2008+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296135031067745874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi2NyDnIuPE6dlFPynRlVuAFD8tB-uMOAN-i5tGJ6PPrgH1mSY9wJsTWujoEn8Eyv4l_DGoYkddMR852w4hAWgQ7ZjI_t9cLO6V1BAy5v3EkfV7rt1-LSmcOAJlNAuf1-4XKG28eFZ89gz/s320/Dec+2008+014.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Our Santa picture for 2008. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Soleil</span> is screaming and hiding in my shoulder. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Caden</span> looks bored.</em></span> <em><span style="font-size:78%;">We'll try again next year.</span></em></div><div> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WyPkReTm3uXa7gIwNMV5S0xBL_tjOvjHG0HbCyHVHAe_8HKBP1BcjX7yIZ4sMidp7hzo6hcGAURBtizXz0zBl6fHlknDlDvnjbLm4k5XccYH4jaRIl8u9JDNa2j7rHCWfGJOFbX5SptI/s1600-h/Dec+2008+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296135043037648018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WyPkReTm3uXa7gIwNMV5S0xBL_tjOvjHG0HbCyHVHAe_8HKBP1BcjX7yIZ4sMidp7hzo6hcGAURBtizXz0zBl6fHlknDlDvnjbLm4k5XccYH4jaRIl8u9JDNa2j7rHCWfGJOFbX5SptI/s320/Dec+2008+024.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Christmas morning with her new shoes. At 2, this girl is all shoes. Hopefully we'll end up in the same size when she's older cause I have my eye on those Sleeping Beauty shoes.</span></em></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK_n1Z8bSyLV5b5w-7Jbk6iFRbHbrRjYrJBYTPRL4FQQ89yzb0mza0ONHcQPUKMoW1IKCWmQLYFLjPwazHxCa_4HbgKHUzIqzGUvFLF62XrJfnaRovcs0Uw0jd0TVrwY5JodtPJR4Qz-oA/s1600-h/Dec+2008+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296135049518421554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK_n1Z8bSyLV5b5w-7Jbk6iFRbHbrRjYrJBYTPRL4FQQ89yzb0mza0ONHcQPUKMoW1IKCWmQLYFLjPwazHxCa_4HbgKHUzIqzGUvFLF62XrJfnaRovcs0Uw0jd0TVrwY5JodtPJR4Qz-oA/s320/Dec+2008+033.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Caden</span> in his new Batman costume with his new scooter and sunglasses. Santa certainly set him up for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">lookin</span>' good in 2009!</span></em></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSd4j4lUS_91VJxiFx674FgCCbzkPuISQeoWBDmIgOfiFK64YYWeJdAWxLj7QRDmQK9yY61BhsskLDgG0JM3fhBrTWd66XLBhrbaHlITf2gK1f0qbVPB3hMAPi5hjHDXlQRf0PkbPKy9lF/s1600-h/Dec+2008+041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296137826585730050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSd4j4lUS_91VJxiFx674FgCCbzkPuISQeoWBDmIgOfiFK64YYWeJdAWxLj7QRDmQK9yY61BhsskLDgG0JM3fhBrTWd66XLBhrbaHlITf2gK1f0qbVPB3hMAPi5hjHDXlQRf0PkbPKy9lF/s320/Dec+2008+041.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">The Botanical Gardens - very pretty at night.</span></em></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxlrYJklWL7nfN_OsHjcPyA_X9ahOWbW0OzTD99wEpiFBoi3t6LE8cy3LZqI70Ax4omZopopdiqAqziSi4yQK_OB21MUuhqEFSMbpwls8K64cnsEYxgT4vELj7XqC3D5AiiDuiXy9ETUfU/s1600-h/Dec+2008+044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296137837624601298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxlrYJklWL7nfN_OsHjcPyA_X9ahOWbW0OzTD99wEpiFBoi3t6LE8cy3LZqI70Ax4omZopopdiqAqziSi4yQK_OB21MUuhqEFSMbpwls8K64cnsEYxgT4vELj7XqC3D5AiiDuiXy9ETUfU/s320/Dec+2008+044.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">The Gardens even have free marshmallow roasting. That was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Soleil's</span> favorite part.</span></em></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>My family came down for the week between Christmas and New Years. We had lots of fun with them. We did Disneyland, and for the first time, Cali Adventure. Meaning for the first time, we stayed in a hotel up there and did 2 days of parks. It was a lot of fun! Having lots of aunts, uncles, and grandparents to help with the kids, or hold them while I go on a ride made it even more fun! Thanks for coming! We love you!</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOuhl-FSBCCnSFV5ORCK0ZbFQoTX3S90sZFlGMkb7Puj4-9mE-sV6kJSlVdEhLZg_BlUNRKC-KffqPMcUs0AbvMZtS3nG3DrwUokoJPwJuRgSaAfA3VHmMu5fCxnrKBijqbOrs-VbTqj8-/s1600-h/Dec+2008+064.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296137839461564306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOuhl-FSBCCnSFV5ORCK0ZbFQoTX3S90sZFlGMkb7Puj4-9mE-sV6kJSlVdEhLZg_BlUNRKC-KffqPMcUs0AbvMZtS3nG3DrwUokoJPwJuRgSaAfA3VHmMu5fCxnrKBijqbOrs-VbTqj8-/s320/Dec+2008+064.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">My mom and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Caden</span> in Cali Adventure. Mr Potato Head actually spoke to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Caden</span>! </span></em></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuyGaR2iM6WDgtNa1UecHphGoCYOsbvjSak8GOG6sJvGqDjMT-oPqSgra3Jp0M6OzQCwE6RBP3UCEGJ1kik70QouKHLwKjjDjK-_I3_CRGoXFuuA2-dIGqL2hhwq1M5fUrTGxejftBcST6/s1600-h/Soleil+and+Dusty+at+D-land.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296137846736294386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuyGaR2iM6WDgtNa1UecHphGoCYOsbvjSak8GOG6sJvGqDjMT-oPqSgra3Jp0M6OzQCwE6RBP3UCEGJ1kik70QouKHLwKjjDjK-_I3_CRGoXFuuA2-dIGqL2hhwq1M5fUrTGxejftBcST6/s320/Soleil+and+Dusty+at+D-land.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">My bro Dusty watching the parade with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Soleil</span>. To be 2 and carried around everywhere again. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Ahh</span>...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTq8V0Ei3QeaxTpGLlOxQ_KIFCr4pKHY_yVx2UCqUOxbmftvSu2qrWVlWWzI1b2y6gcU2-fD6MWzWT5Nxm1S4J4_0CcVN08zmw86GuIDFsmojfZGjzsigCfXXwHhpAPm3KD-8_qqAv2U9F/s1600-h/Caden+on+carousel.jpg"></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcfrC_opHGOA2Es-dJ-oqBB2PFcuLoa2SX5mCJ8FE6h-IIq8XaRMeTf5ECBgO00Y6PtYxgLKDQLWvCd9RVE6j17lGPRilnvTJD-Yk7-a9ermrxy-U2-QSA98ASOrKJssLt600vsGa85gB6/s1600-h/Dec+2008+074.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296140133022967858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcfrC_opHGOA2Es-dJ-oqBB2PFcuLoa2SX5mCJ8FE6h-IIq8XaRMeTf5ECBgO00Y6PtYxgLKDQLWvCd9RVE6j17lGPRilnvTJD-Yk7-a9ermrxy-U2-QSA98ASOrKJssLt600vsGa85gB6/s320/Dec+2008+074.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Because my feet are killing me!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAH7-tSVac53_gFWcU16zq1ywHj9SergYQmcrxtfVMPsA8VI2ZIyxC5VSzYMVeenSKRifTooj0KPgJyrh9EDjwLSNRLz-ozR0CkwYw61hbqu_JIAf-CSa6XPGJByaT6Hm-H8_j4t3PS8jd/s1600-h/Dec+2008+066.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296140129175461074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAH7-tSVac53_gFWcU16zq1ywHj9SergYQmcrxtfVMPsA8VI2ZIyxC5VSzYMVeenSKRifTooj0KPgJyrh9EDjwLSNRLz-ozR0CkwYw61hbqu_JIAf-CSa6XPGJByaT6Hm-H8_j4t3PS8jd/s320/Dec+2008+066.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">The gang at Cali <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Adventure</span> minus Scott and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Soleil</span>.</span></em> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div></div></div>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-1799278176136782812009-01-27T15:58:00.001-08:002009-01-27T16:21:15.873-08:00TargetI love Target. For those of us that are high-class, we call it Tar-ja'. I find some reason to go to Tar-ja' at least once a week. Out of mascara? Off to Tar-ja'. Soleil blasted through the last box of diapers? I shall dash to Tar-ja'! In need of a cheap popcorn fix? Tar-ja', here I come! So I was at Target (I have tired of typing Tar-ja'. too much work, so it's back to Target) a couple of days ago. Soleil and I were weaving our way round the store, her sitting in the bottom of the cart eating the cheap popcorn while somehow pulling everything within arm's reach off the shelves, when a stranger asked me where the laundry detergent is. Now, I am a friendly person, and I know Target well, so I explained where the detergent was located and sent the stranger on their happy way. A few minutes later, another customer asked me where the garden hoses were. Having just perused Target's gardening section myself, again I explained the general location to the stranger, and off she went. For the third time in about 10 minutes, another person asked me the location of a product. I couldn't figure it out! Maybe I am spending too much time in Target...Do I really look like I know the entire store that well? I'm sure Scott would not be happy to hear that!<br />Until it hit me. I was wearing a red shirt and khakis, the uniform of Target employees. I grabbed Soleil out of the cart and ran home to change.Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-73600256130331776182009-01-08T09:49:00.000-08:002009-01-08T10:27:38.203-08:00Child-less shoppingLately I have neglected my blog, just barely journaling our activities but not much else. So right now I'm going to put my Christmas post on hold for a little day-in-the-life-of-Sunshine story.<br /><em>Disclaimer* If you are male or under 18, read at your own risk.</em><br />Wednesday mornings both kids are in school for a blessed 3 hours. I save up non-kid-friendly errands for Wednesdays and go crazy for those 3 hours. It's a good time. I was in Nordie's yesterday with a gift card burning a hole in my pocket and found myself in the "sleepwear" department. A good non-kid-friendly errand, buying bras, plus who wants to try on bras with a kid screaming at you trying to escape the dressing room while you are half nekkid? It was time for a new one. Now I've had a "fitting" before that consisted of the tape measure going over the shirt, but before I knew it, Carrie* (whose name has been changed to protect the innocent), had me down to my bra and undergarment. For you Mo's reading, you know what undergarment I'm talking about. Unfortunately I had on a well-loved undergarment, complete with yucky pits and a bit of leftover lint that wouldn't come out despite my repeated washings. I was in a hurry when I got dressed in the semi-darkness yesterday morning, so I didn't even realize what a yucky (though clean!) undergarment I had chosen until I was under the harsh lights of Nordie's. Now if I lived in Utah, the sales girl probably wouldn't have thought twice about the yucky undergarment, but I'm in Cali, so Carrie did a double take before she composed herself. "Ha, ha", you are thinking to yourself. "Good story, Sunshine." No wait...<em>it gets better</em>. After nursing both my babies, my <em>girls </em>aren't what they used to be. A fact of life I'm sure will naturally rectify itself once I'm done having kids, but in the meantime I just have to deal with the droopiness.<em> (seriously, if you are a male reading this, please stop!) </em>Last year to fill out the Jewish wedding dress (if you are new to my blog, go back to March of '08 for the Jewish wedding dress) I had to get a pair of falsies. I don't ever wear them - they are uncomfortable and sweaty (there's a nice pix for you!), but for some reason, yesterday I stuck them in the bra. It helped the cute shirt hang better....anyways, I find myself in this dressing room with Carrie already wondering about the nasty undergarment when I have to <em>pull these puppies out of my bra so she can get a correct measurement. </em>I turned away from her to plop them into my purse as discreetly as I can, but at this point I'm sure Carrie is really wishing she would have ignored me on the sales floor. After she took my measurement (I'm still the same pre-baby size, how did that happen??) she ran off to find some bras for me to try on. I took this time to take off the yucky undergarment and stuff that into my purse with the falsies, thinking Carrie probably didn't want to look at my lovely yellow armpits any more. I sure didn't. Quick thinking on my part, because she ended up putting every bra on me!! I've never had a fitting like this, where she stood behind me, I put the bra on, and she fastened and adjusted each bra. Thankfully her hands were warm. Must be an employment requirement. But thanks to Carrie, I rediscovered the joys of the push-up! Why, oh why did I abandon you, push-up? You bring me confidence and happiness! To help make Carrie feel better after the weird, yucky undergarment and pair of falsies, and to replenish my push-up-less wardrobe, I bought 4 bras. The girls are back where nature intended, and now I'm off to get new undergarments. Apparently they have a shorter life than bras.Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-2236127822673104302008-12-21T16:39:00.000-08:002008-12-21T17:13:16.295-08:00November in a NutshellWe went to Maryland for Thanksgiving week to celebrate with Scott's family. For the first time since before I have joined the family, we had everyone there for a holiday! It was so much fun! My mother-in-law outdid herself, and we all had a blast. Talk about good food...I haven't dared weigh myself since we got home...since the eating hasn't slowed since. ;-> Caden and Soleil had so much fun with their cousins! And I have almost thawed out. Brr!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtpgDkPbwwPgVMswUfp8BlRQIbxfqJzVgztrJuh3cgsYeT3aYSx5YpDSo7DPRiY-ux2KV9TF9Kprr265qFu1dgMVf4V2ECksA0Fycnje3PcyLIl3VEB8bVNs2HWZkS05LnlEoqIxuNBbXk/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+16"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282412756922748002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtpgDkPbwwPgVMswUfp8BlRQIbxfqJzVgztrJuh3cgsYeT3aYSx5YpDSo7DPRiY-ux2KV9TF9Kprr265qFu1dgMVf4V2ECksA0Fycnje3PcyLIl3VEB8bVNs2HWZkS05LnlEoqIxuNBbXk/s320/Thanksgiving+16" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Playing in the leaves. The kids LOVED those leaves!</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWx5URbauhtJVXVXMOLFeSOVSSGj0uOyFiMrl2IiKFf_PHT5mc1lN3GfeJTClrB1-aGl230_BUzRhFJ7zBixSgbV2hHvKNQMEkHGn79itBGrxLm_M5oHR9gHfy96ZpYNyDJkRhbVHWp3Fy/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+15"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282412751002623906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWx5URbauhtJVXVXMOLFeSOVSSGj0uOyFiMrl2IiKFf_PHT5mc1lN3GfeJTClrB1-aGl230_BUzRhFJ7zBixSgbV2hHvKNQMEkHGn79itBGrxLm_M5oHR9gHfy96ZpYNyDJkRhbVHWp3Fy/s320/Thanksgiving+15" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Seriously, they loved those leaves. 3 acres of leaves!!</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFFP4GeAFsMnq9gVjVLFEuKzxeAVjRjEnKLb-PvoeDSqsYuqiTbFJJrK0V_lz2ClSJXY0mcrbCrz4wNW4gIXMyreztpQEXrYWe6q4fayyED1GrmEMVMxRS04P9JuMKmxVV5fpLa5A-g6Q0/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+10"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282412745515248962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFFP4GeAFsMnq9gVjVLFEuKzxeAVjRjEnKLb-PvoeDSqsYuqiTbFJJrK0V_lz2ClSJXY0mcrbCrz4wNW4gIXMyreztpQEXrYWe6q4fayyED1GrmEMVMxRS04P9JuMKmxVV5fpLa5A-g6Q0/s320/Thanksgiving+10" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">What's a Thanksgiving without a little touch football?</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">That's Caden in the blue sweater with the ball...already a quarterback!</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbXz2mnir4lx-wvTt2DQ7UO7zXOp6vw36orApgtUUhEBUGYDTX6oiSKRTFn2nT4gsMMm1CFG6ZNVavuWVRSBQl6dLKrcWBLHOai6ct6JuBEBUlKvkAO43AB5_-dn2-9BhXGYZ_NcFDBBfb/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+14"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282412748015009586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbXz2mnir4lx-wvTt2DQ7UO7zXOp6vw36orApgtUUhEBUGYDTX6oiSKRTFn2nT4gsMMm1CFG6ZNVavuWVRSBQl6dLKrcWBLHOai6ct6JuBEBUlKvkAO43AB5_-dn2-9BhXGYZ_NcFDBBfb/s320/Thanksgiving+14" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Well, it was supposed to be touch football until the uncles started tackling each other. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">I think that's Scott getting tackled by his older bro Brent. Tackled or wrestled....just like old times.</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDVccoBLgOND11IuJqjpE4MVLKz4veqFu1Ifp77h1w-h8fsKOSNLfy_u20CtEubtD-CS0Q-9ldE1TRODjtLPyWcRNLwsRY6obH-T7ZEl4OH4bwPcQgl3oQaFuxzi_r0vvE9zNy56QMPlsb/s1600-h/Nov+2008+072.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282409321880006050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDVccoBLgOND11IuJqjpE4MVLKz4veqFu1Ifp77h1w-h8fsKOSNLfy_u20CtEubtD-CS0Q-9ldE1TRODjtLPyWcRNLwsRY6obH-T7ZEl4OH4bwPcQgl3oQaFuxzi_r0vvE9zNy56QMPlsb/s320/Nov+2008+072.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">The 3 boy cousins, or should I say the 3 boy superheroes?</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCh4dVHoZsYSXLaaGDbPELeGuPGNUWwp5YO70Ql_ucnTB0sG3kNnJM4yWRKAVFUFLoQI1sLt5gE3t_399sE1zQWj3mibwsQVQe6GsNMdaNmiqWrrc9vfwiibB9n_2xr_tX3hIvAvlReYXe/s1600-h/Nov+2008+081.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282409328994429954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCh4dVHoZsYSXLaaGDbPELeGuPGNUWwp5YO70Ql_ucnTB0sG3kNnJM4yWRKAVFUFLoQI1sLt5gE3t_399sE1zQWj3mibwsQVQe6GsNMdaNmiqWrrc9vfwiibB9n_2xr_tX3hIvAvlReYXe/s320/Nov+2008+081.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Soleil loved playing with Grandma.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwkKjPUwwSRAOMnBp9HCIRqAb5DHd0p_I85kIDQg7915wW68fRKoYY0Uuq1snNIDsdXGlM6gq6xnRxmbaxWa8fnG4WUFTPfBCMz1hcy4GYF2hPHoV1c8BYk3h9X-eCXW-bQLuYy-_vQtB9/s1600-h/Nov+2008+095.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282409335506563138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwkKjPUwwSRAOMnBp9HCIRqAb5DHd0p_I85kIDQg7915wW68fRKoYY0Uuq1snNIDsdXGlM6gq6xnRxmbaxWa8fnG4WUFTPfBCMz1hcy4GYF2hPHoV1c8BYk3h9X-eCXW-bQLuYy-_vQtB9/s320/Nov+2008+095.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Grandpa and Caden's birthdays are a day apart, so they had a joint family birthday party. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Happy Birthday boys!</span></em><br /><br />We went to the Baltimore and Ohio Train Museum on our last day there. ( The B&O Railroad has a square on the Monopoly board if it sounds familiar to you) Caden still loves all things trains, and we all had fun.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3vpahHPB0XNjcaFA5ilz3Cx2tyN38i7C70YP0ifYFGFnEYDMH5vl9_1WJh3hxYf8SoTI48OSvL3P5jb3WoHANG3i28FbZvzPx0MPRXbwvycxANrCqhzT74gnP9PGvMpU-E0XZSKclzey-/s1600-h/Nov+2008+127.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282409346560986194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3vpahHPB0XNjcaFA5ilz3Cx2tyN38i7C70YP0ifYFGFnEYDMH5vl9_1WJh3hxYf8SoTI48OSvL3P5jb3WoHANG3i28FbZvzPx0MPRXbwvycxANrCqhzT74gnP9PGvMpU-E0XZSKclzey-/s320/Nov+2008+127.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSmpEhyDttwk9i-JX2cnrlCCsL_PHEq2b-cqdOvBP-aqmHPaeJimbrQ6RjSHnUUk2_QmLILTAOczvzRAqKFYUY6IdRMLzMwOhXTbBRJdDp3JOLEygQXA8zvY9zmRCvXdeqUyy2XmjJHHf5/s1600-h/Nov+2008+130.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282414961737259522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSmpEhyDttwk9i-JX2cnrlCCsL_PHEq2b-cqdOvBP-aqmHPaeJimbrQ6RjSHnUUk2_QmLILTAOczvzRAqKFYUY6IdRMLzMwOhXTbBRJdDp3JOLEygQXA8zvY9zmRCvXdeqUyy2XmjJHHf5/s320/Nov+2008+130.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMKJXtGMBXU9f_m7xvHVyTlCMJTHsApyHrogFI84Zuju_i2rcNUujh-ywT2HNVsRuKtBhZBO3QMoFw3sbiy1BF3qmenSb-pG0yTm5yXTOqu8LPi9NJnfP_zY5mN6xjaypce12xtMuFq3YL/s1600-h/Nov+2008+133.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282414950999697394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMKJXtGMBXU9f_m7xvHVyTlCMJTHsApyHrogFI84Zuju_i2rcNUujh-ywT2HNVsRuKtBhZBO3QMoFw3sbiy1BF3qmenSb-pG0yTm5yXTOqu8LPi9NJnfP_zY5mN6xjaypce12xtMuFq3YL/s320/Nov+2008+133.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK9rwioe4sRNO3k9wPGWQxOd9Upm5r15c0TZmdRhDcli51slHENXBw_mwIRwIbi8MfBbHZvFOd2ihgYtwtFaTi53nHuhNTHIAJg5_M1BHIVf9jrdsA2q5g7h0vN7OieEUPSXqun0_MPITo/s1600-h/Nov+2008+122.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282414949530957730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK9rwioe4sRNO3k9wPGWQxOd9Upm5r15c0TZmdRhDcli51slHENXBw_mwIRwIbi8MfBbHZvFOd2ihgYtwtFaTi53nHuhNTHIAJg5_M1BHIVf9jrdsA2q5g7h0vN7OieEUPSXqun0_MPITo/s320/Nov+2008+122.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Well, we all had fun until it was nap time, right Soleil?<br /><br />Thanks for a wonderful trip, Barry and Linda! We can't wait for the next family reunion!Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-2868275331606420432008-12-21T16:35:00.000-08:002008-12-21T16:38:48.021-08:00<div><div>My good friend Maree was kind enough to have her birthday in November as well, so we rounded up the gang and went to lunch. It was perfect, crazy chaos with as many kids as adults, but it was so fun being with good friends, eating good food, and only having 1 kid to wrestle myself. Happy Birthday Maree! And sorry I didn't get these pictures to you any sooner!</div><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWok_Tu7UyqQqpWk2ZigU8Ll_lJn6ycTmFWMIx3_heg7ZAy0Du9mR8bSGjD5-vvX_xfkOq5MYVJ8g1mWjAxTBjagJ3dIRULTb8tNRv9YXp8-wqMy1dTP5PUZkYu25pH3966_bCJ-TCron2/s1600-h/Nov+2008+065.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282407152575247554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWok_Tu7UyqQqpWk2ZigU8Ll_lJn6ycTmFWMIx3_heg7ZAy0Du9mR8bSGjD5-vvX_xfkOq5MYVJ8g1mWjAxTBjagJ3dIRULTb8tNRv9YXp8-wqMy1dTP5PUZkYu25pH3966_bCJ-TCron2/s320/Nov+2008+065.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3iKGJcob5-h4M7b01_KtI1ZJIwUE_TQEqDqho7e2He4oL9xhLrX-7bS0QYMPtAfoVG1j2GV-kdBQHdZN8QMFmOI3RNlYbyAI19fGQ-QhnacTdjs-PKyqWjQGmGXyzb-qofMqusLxOTva4/s1600-h/Nov+2008+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282407157892271618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3iKGJcob5-h4M7b01_KtI1ZJIwUE_TQEqDqho7e2He4oL9xhLrX-7bS0QYMPtAfoVG1j2GV-kdBQHdZN8QMFmOI3RNlYbyAI19fGQ-QhnacTdjs-PKyqWjQGmGXyzb-qofMqusLxOTva4/s320/Nov+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-83209336678043294042008-12-21T16:28:00.001-08:002008-12-21T16:34:20.236-08:00<div>My mom was able to spend some time with us in November. She timed her trip with Caden's party, so we had an extra set of hands to help and she got to help us celebrate his birthday. It was fun to have her!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsstRAOzPUYPVttd6qPGFxh-x6DIUUCsHoUQ-srSWWw8uvI_YVMllxbU2ZXQ9oHYSftc8M-0xgbvETh06NxCnA221jKRfcKNebe9Lp311d_6kKEiHUC1mj02GY_JLVGL5j_XC2rX644QGy/s1600-h/Nov+2008+061.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282404894498243906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsstRAOzPUYPVttd6qPGFxh-x6DIUUCsHoUQ-srSWWw8uvI_YVMllxbU2ZXQ9oHYSftc8M-0xgbvETh06NxCnA221jKRfcKNebe9Lp311d_6kKEiHUC1mj02GY_JLVGL5j_XC2rX644QGy/s320/Nov+2008+061.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Grannie with her favorite grandkids</span></em>.</div><div><br /> </div><div>My dad was also here for a couple of days, but for some reason I CANNOT remember to take a picture when he is with my kids. I kept him busy with house projects - thanks Dad for being my Mr Fix It!</div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhcpV_2VTmy37nS41yAx4svingM8pt1MgUWLZjgWIsflhI8uz2kfbdq4jGx1e2PkMt4vtcUQG9m0ykwiq3uH6cCTbpvuLh4rC6Yf43Md1eL2MAZUSNDFlo6I9T88ucqJbdYmrmQrMNzfd/s1600-h/Osbos+40.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282405785077869810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhcpV_2VTmy37nS41yAx4svingM8pt1MgUWLZjgWIsflhI8uz2kfbdq4jGx1e2PkMt4vtcUQG9m0ykwiq3uH6cCTbpvuLh4rC6Yf43Md1eL2MAZUSNDFlo6I9T88ucqJbdYmrmQrMNzfd/s320/Osbos+40.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">This is from his July visit. At least we have good tans!</span></em></div><div><br /> </div><div>Love you both!</div>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-45855472294629838962008-12-21T16:11:00.000-08:002008-12-21T16:27:16.326-08:00Caden turned four in November. It's been a fast four years! He is such a sweet kid - so funny and kind. He is a great helper, which I love, and is becoming quite the sports fanatic, which Scott loves. Caden loves playing with his friends and being outside, so this year we did a Batman birthday party in the park. We played lots of games, ate pizza and cake, and hit the Batman pinata. It was a super hot day (because what else would you expect at the end of November?) but we stayed cool in the shade. Happy Birthday, Caden! I love you!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimRaGf0N8zJfVPj_KBxZsTFTAdhUIVd6lPRWbRk22UlhdRrvKY5N6jp6MV92IwIDQvzI3xqXmhluikJ2infgWHhIjTb-4EH8CcBFseNOPyfzGpGbDgyvbiGekrnGtQcdPcdfOL4N8FyFds/s1600-h/Nov+2008+047.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282401481777433490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimRaGf0N8zJfVPj_KBxZsTFTAdhUIVd6lPRWbRk22UlhdRrvKY5N6jp6MV92IwIDQvzI3xqXmhluikJ2infgWHhIjTb-4EH8CcBFseNOPyfzGpGbDgyvbiGekrnGtQcdPcdfOL4N8FyFds/s320/Nov+2008+047.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Duck Duck Goose...but where did the Goose go?</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em></em><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpf6qbhIqrmhNrFCFr9poU9-Zd5CK2_Xx-oXzxrF_K7qf80915EVToMHL3wtDWqj0Sipu1gbzmzu6wpXdMAiG214ZVtEQFcNrS449aReHyRJQuulKMa9SCFCo5oPwYCue3HWXuNtFe056o/s1600-h/Nov+2008+035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282401471017658290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpf6qbhIqrmhNrFCFr9poU9-Zd5CK2_Xx-oXzxrF_K7qf80915EVToMHL3wtDWqj0Sipu1gbzmzu6wpXdMAiG214ZVtEQFcNrS449aReHyRJQuulKMa9SCFCo5oPwYCue3HWXuNtFe056o/s320/Nov+2008+035.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></span><em><span style="font-size:78%;">The boys waiting their turn for the pinata.<br /></span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndm0S3Pltzqj1GUgjdKwgieFd2lQEbIemAIutzmNyq6ayfpYYpksp8cRePRi7hc9P0qSG9Wg3s-eAIH9XISjZu36qqmBt7PVIRVFGmYEjjlnlgIbrvj7vPJB7dKSY6cCPbL-JpxKLpbOx/s1600-h/Nov+2008+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282401475136215746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndm0S3Pltzqj1GUgjdKwgieFd2lQEbIemAIutzmNyq6ayfpYYpksp8cRePRi7hc9P0qSG9Wg3s-eAIH9XISjZu36qqmBt7PVIRVFGmYEjjlnlgIbrvj7vPJB7dKSY6cCPbL-JpxKLpbOx/s320/Nov+2008+037.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">You are going down, Batman!<br /></span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRcMGORmA9ohwgC5SCJHmTpSGzLJW7hpkzm2HiEuMjky_mLjyGu6JLqS5q3dWaSSDuAoVQqn0AOkrMFYOlly-5MaEOrZHaH8-wa-Qm4LXQQAKcdd2LINYydIxF1m2m6mXJtZC4MC6ZYnv9/s1600-h/Nov+2008+056.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282401487720921458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRcMGORmA9ohwgC5SCJHmTpSGzLJW7hpkzm2HiEuMjky_mLjyGu6JLqS5q3dWaSSDuAoVQqn0AOkrMFYOlly-5MaEOrZHaH8-wa-Qm4LXQQAKcdd2LINYydIxF1m2m6mXJtZC4MC6ZYnv9/s320/Nov+2008+056.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Showing off some of his Batman spoils.</span></em>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-64553895371358708202008-12-21T16:02:00.000-08:002008-12-21T16:27:44.471-08:00Soleil got her first haircut at the beginning of November. It was time to clean it up and make it less mullet-ish. She's watched Caden get his haircut for a year now, and has wanted her turn for a long time. She loved every minute of it. This girl is all<span style="color:#ffcccc;"> girl</span>!<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgppuvboMG8rNoFuD2XRJlKzP2lLGZZPs2KNRTGGuOl86BMfVPLYZsOAwKePAeJX11tae-El6N7dX7jA7ZpLDGR3O5BsI8Ew14rM3hsbDQujW052QAMv21_B-AKIXl0-rbf7kCZEUVi8Qo-/s1600-h/Nov+2008+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282398789603415282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgppuvboMG8rNoFuD2XRJlKzP2lLGZZPs2KNRTGGuOl86BMfVPLYZsOAwKePAeJX11tae-El6N7dX7jA7ZpLDGR3O5BsI8Ew14rM3hsbDQujW052QAMv21_B-AKIXl0-rbf7kCZEUVi8Qo-/s320/Nov+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVhqGWGtcbb5LRc7eymOBhxyIaTkuQXCbmfXZCJvNLcuTP3yu1n_BjWOYrH8Y4C_hUOiUNvwrWVyqcuXEr0FsYhN1P7_Oi7jantwer_Ttr9dunm5xpdNSEtOFELKwOWbo-VsgbDQ19qvYu/s1600-h/Nov+2008+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282399891445482674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVhqGWGtcbb5LRc7eymOBhxyIaTkuQXCbmfXZCJvNLcuTP3yu1n_BjWOYrH8Y4C_hUOiUNvwrWVyqcuXEr0FsYhN1P7_Oi7jantwer_Ttr9dunm5xpdNSEtOFELKwOWbo-VsgbDQ19qvYu/s320/Nov+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>The end result. She even got bedazzled!</em></span></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div>Note to self: even though it sounds cute, do not get the glitter again. It just makes a mess and gets all over everything!</div></div>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-1320659475755612862008-11-21T15:54:00.000-08:002008-11-21T16:52:41.384-08:00Let's Review<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Now that it's practically Thanksgiving, let's review October. We went to Austin to visit my dad and clan and got to see my little sister dance with her high school drill team at the football game halftime. I was on my high school's drill team back in the day, and out of all of my 7 siblings, Melissa is the only one to follow in my footsteps. (7 siblings from <strong>2</strong> families. Let's not forget that vital fact!) My other sister and brother (plus girlfriend) who are currently <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">edumacating</span> themselves in Provo flew in for the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">festivities</span>, so it turned into a big family reunion. Party!!<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbqnWVDzFtvki_OLmwxJtv_uFQ_ZRZ2Wq2Om7v3zIaDQ08oy3jA_U3mgQr-AXN_D3NUHoCeY9BL7mEWXjGjsdvdWWRyFUmXoISqO-NEL_JtibOuUG4wqRNKU49z2PstTukI3Xb_PqkdrYe/s1600-h/Austin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271265498172219778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbqnWVDzFtvki_OLmwxJtv_uFQ_ZRZ2Wq2Om7v3zIaDQ08oy3jA_U3mgQr-AXN_D3NUHoCeY9BL7mEWXjGjsdvdWWRyFUmXoISqO-NEL_JtibOuUG4wqRNKU49z2PstTukI3Xb_PqkdrYe/s320/Austin.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Soleil</span> thinks she can swim by herself, which is scary, but at least she's got the posing down!</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp2N6RnfRkyKr3B3i7NhCRj_YTRtMo9jN4tmf1xlj6fApuk3druvdEgU90iuhYLMJNRZFZ_qfzPl0us5y-_AYxkaZseMyGBw5weCX6g7F9TXnmyIrr2uwXrjygo3wNhLC32yT_dvPmuOYc/s1600-h/Austin+15.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271265500015768882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp2N6RnfRkyKr3B3i7NhCRj_YTRtMo9jN4tmf1xlj6fApuk3druvdEgU90iuhYLMJNRZFZ_qfzPl0us5y-_AYxkaZseMyGBw5weCX6g7F9TXnmyIrr2uwXrjygo3wNhLC32yT_dvPmuOYc/s320/Austin+15.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">At the morning pep rally at school. From L-R: girlfriend Carrie, bro David,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">sis Michelle, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">stepmom</span> Jill, sis Melissa, dad John, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Caden</span>, Scott, me and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Soleil</span>.</span></em><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjHQ59f3WMM9KRl5E7qnFM-bHxNtR2_KTwqNFGbbIRrwZksDm2xQgPkm-Km7SAnSnIS9S_Q3BJ42vv_55xIpieIuQ9tRx-4zmTNLJR1gi5mi9S_8XF3xLBvgyokwfUK_2igO7eDyelopBQ/s1600-h/Austin+19.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271265503644664322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjHQ59f3WMM9KRl5E7qnFM-bHxNtR2_KTwqNFGbbIRrwZksDm2xQgPkm-Km7SAnSnIS9S_Q3BJ42vv_55xIpieIuQ9tRx-4zmTNLJR1gi5mi9S_8XF3xLBvgyokwfUK_2igO7eDyelopBQ/s320/Austin+19.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">All the Osborne kids together for the first time in over 3 years.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho9UFOwhP08t6UDSYWPCEJMAIj05RcNeIoPYagTLmAJEwjmd8Cvrsg29W9mC9TB9Q0RVU6X1N9ZkSREjN4lEf9CM_bZ-UopgW_VD0vHkzIh-xk_Z9XKRWIRZ0jbHK0eQr98HNv005y3wId/s1600-h/Austin+21.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271265510955345538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho9UFOwhP08t6UDSYWPCEJMAIj05RcNeIoPYagTLmAJEwjmd8Cvrsg29W9mC9TB9Q0RVU6X1N9ZkSREjN4lEf9CM_bZ-UopgW_VD0vHkzIh-xk_Z9XKRWIRZ0jbHK0eQr98HNv005y3wId/s320/Austin+21.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Making sushi, yum yum! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Caden</span> was off chasing the dogs, but the rest of us huddled around the food.</span></em></div><br /><div>We swam and ate and swam and ate and had lots of fun in Texas. Thanks for a great time, Papa and Grandma!</div><div>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------</div></div></div></div></div></div><p><span style="font-size:180%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Pumpkin</span> Patch and Halloween</span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWaIM-E20S3jgi8g7QpwibLuktZXk-uxDKydBArT_LbeE2_oit6rEujsHz4UfJ39SrcLOlKL1QVZ5f2p2apywsCccVnKoFQw-qf0Hi5VuwllrMjwma4VqpQTxmuZKDBr8J4lQlvYjA5O94/s1600-h/October+2008+092.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271270094703894562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWaIM-E20S3jgi8g7QpwibLuktZXk-uxDKydBArT_LbeE2_oit6rEujsHz4UfJ39SrcLOlKL1QVZ5f2p2apywsCccVnKoFQw-qf0Hi5VuwllrMjwma4VqpQTxmuZKDBr8J4lQlvYjA5O94/s320/October+2008+092.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>It seemed wrong to be picking <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">pumpkins</span> at the end of October in almost 100 degree weather. We had fun, but didn't stay long. Phew!!</p><p>And the end result of the jack-o-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">lantern</span> carving:</p><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi843vGFbjJx0k4Pnde0ba4uolo4hB002KAprYmd82tU9pCv-PC3vSf1BVVUXo3ARKbOZO3IUI8-ndXpaiy8ItsrFu-nCPQNAwonWX2MlvKinDZi81wLoEanoGNyNfwKEH48-5Y1JdYpNEs/s1600-h/October+2008+105.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271271917180003298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi843vGFbjJx0k4Pnde0ba4uolo4hB002KAprYmd82tU9pCv-PC3vSf1BVVUXo3ARKbOZO3IUI8-ndXpaiy8ItsrFu-nCPQNAwonWX2MlvKinDZi81wLoEanoGNyNfwKEH48-5Y1JdYpNEs/s320/October+2008+105.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Soleil</span> was sad because...I don't know. But I think it's a hilarious picture. Does that make me a mean mom?</em></span></div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div></div><div> </div><div>It was so hot here that these <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">pumpkins</span> rotted in 5 days. So 30 minutes before we went trick-or-treating, we quickly carved out 2 more <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">pumpkins</span>.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCkFu1jDd0DyGHEi109Y5xMwHY_8cKtwtIZCW9ClHB_y0gXY3s9-laDVP-S7PS8jCs5j2paLSvXoFVfUYfbLs7AIIHtVP_NGNnETOYZ265WSxgB4d6DwbylkB-Ww4cExrTXEslFj8pHZ8N/s1600-h/October+2008+192.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271275112502755698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCkFu1jDd0DyGHEi109Y5xMwHY_8cKtwtIZCW9ClHB_y0gXY3s9-laDVP-S7PS8jCs5j2paLSvXoFVfUYfbLs7AIIHtVP_NGNnETOYZ265WSxgB4d6DwbylkB-Ww4cExrTXEslFj8pHZ8N/s320/October+2008+192.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Caden</span> wanted to be a bat for Halloween. Since his preschool only allowed animal costumes, the bat idea was great! I figured we have years of princess costumes ahead of us, so this year <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Soleil</span> got to be a bat too. Although I will give her this, she accessorized the bat costume all by herself! Those shoes kill me! And yes, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Caden</span> picked his shoes too...just didn't have the same effect.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAF7dFjXuma0D3cp5E8YCGKuGvKqWTDOALElOgWAcPBXWqDCVAdGvG6E0lpwoFDvN_CZt_opMm9QkiDKzM-smlweFyUDgYzyhBncTgqY8oindkwZNtxfE-_LOEcETIvrGAvYNBDxra458C/s1600-h/October+2008+112.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271273576594359586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAF7dFjXuma0D3cp5E8YCGKuGvKqWTDOALElOgWAcPBXWqDCVAdGvG6E0lpwoFDvN_CZt_opMm9QkiDKzM-smlweFyUDgYzyhBncTgqY8oindkwZNtxfE-_LOEcETIvrGAvYNBDxra458C/s320/October+2008+112.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Yeah for bats!!</span> </em></div><div><em><br /> </div></em><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6dPp_NFbflbaUBhaAbRPzNdnFDwAKu1AqzCtLk8hmTfbIvCw-FjqGMFW0-j131DSfw_ZruJRVEXkGtUsBZB1O9YOslWkStBLEV_0ZgX7BIRx3GiOOH_3mVYAuhZwg5QXH2RnPgpnJkMrN/s1600-h/October+2008+193.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271275118642791810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6dPp_NFbflbaUBhaAbRPzNdnFDwAKu1AqzCtLk8hmTfbIvCw-FjqGMFW0-j131DSfw_ZruJRVEXkGtUsBZB1O9YOslWkStBLEV_0ZgX7BIRx3GiOOH_3mVYAuhZwg5QXH2RnPgpnJkMrN/s320/October+2008+193.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Getting ready to get some candy!!</em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div><em>---------------------------------------------------------------------------</em></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Caden's</span> Sports</span></div><div> </div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Caden</span> has been taking a sports class once a week. They rotate through the different sports, giving the kids a chance to figure out what they really like to play. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Caden</span> is a natural athlete, like his dad, and loved every sport, like his dad. And for once, he was the biggest kid in the class! Coach Steve was great with the kids. There is a 2 month break until the next session starts up, and I don't know what do to with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Caden</span> in the meantime....he's been asking for his sports class all week. </div><div> </div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGZRzP1ua6M_LBzd-H92H3E6DUMAhouUdWBlxQuPbnLJbp32AZyqoKMlGWOiHnosSYtk5bB5aUq_qAXgFxCDMyRz3SUFTZ9sNxFAf98LosAWuNZDGAiia4XCjctyCyZQZUtk_ivbn146bI/s1600-h/October+2008+115.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271273581709456002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGZRzP1ua6M_LBzd-H92H3E6DUMAhouUdWBlxQuPbnLJbp32AZyqoKMlGWOiHnosSYtk5bB5aUq_qAXgFxCDMyRz3SUFTZ9sNxFAf98LosAWuNZDGAiia4XCjctyCyZQZUtk_ivbn146bI/s320/October+2008+115.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Budding <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Beckhams</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Kobes</span>.</em></span> </div></div></div></div>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-50054239257075088232008-10-28T14:16:00.000-07:002008-10-28T20:26:10.659-07:00Happy Birthday Soleil!!My baby is 2. Wow, that happened really fast! We went to Chuck E. Cheese's and celebrated in style there. Both kids love going there, and since Scott and I can split up and each follow a kid, it's fun and easy for all of us. Then back home for cupcakes and presents.<br />We have now officially entered the princess phase. She is starting to love all things girly and pink, which is such a stark contrast to Caden and all things boy. She got so much pink stuff this birthday, it's almost the main color of the playroom! (thanks, grandparents!) Soleil still loves to play trains and throw balls, so I don't have to worry about her not being too well-rounded. Although to add to her girly-ness, she seems to have developed a love of makeup. She loves to watch me put it on and she loves to put it on herself (she doesn't know there isn't anything on Mommy's big blush brush). She loves to color - anything, this is why I have microfiber couches - and makeup is just another version of coloring, right?<br />Soleil LOVES animals. It seems like her favorite is an elephant. She knows most of the animals and their sounds, and will imitate them for you. She does a mean elephant, complete with hand gesture.<br />I love to watch my kids interact. They love to play with each other. I'm almost intrigued by their relationship, never having any close-in-age siblings myself. Soleil will walk around the house when Caden is at school yelling, "Caden, where are you?" Whenever Soleil gets in trouble, which is just starting to become more frequent, Caden will tell me to leave his sister alone. I dig the big brother vibe. I love that they watch out for each other and love each other so much.<br />Soleil is such a happy, easygoing kid. She has a smile and giggle for everyone. She also has a strong personality and is becoming more independent, which I am glad for and scared of all at the same time. I wonder what I'll think in 10 year's time?<br />I love my little girl!!<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVk0PzWsZ4AVak9oj2YRQi3KzKtchb2kUZR21qtLkSCx-9r4_17H5jrahjzcN5Ms3De-sdUn8VO-V1KvdCe3H7mE-NBaB8yKhr-AnVU1iXrzSuSG3mdDBIHB4i9ORRe3Tji1_jtBQO6UaD/s1600-h/October+2008+135.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262317299839731490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVk0PzWsZ4AVak9oj2YRQi3KzKtchb2kUZR21qtLkSCx-9r4_17H5jrahjzcN5Ms3De-sdUn8VO-V1KvdCe3H7mE-NBaB8yKhr-AnVU1iXrzSuSG3mdDBIHB4i9ORRe3Tji1_jtBQO6UaD/s320/October+2008+135.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">I know I'm biased, but how cute is she??</span></em></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZAdq5wRs-K9npMfwwhzbyZrr0FtjkInl-arfX0yeGpHGCEaG8knP1tGUrqhm0JTC2EJOBxTqtpDF29Gm8OtIXI9d7QZFUMVY7uvnqfQ2q6GA8NGnzpstX3u-R2ZC8Wvep5DAU0XEkqJSZ/s1600-h/October+2008+136.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262317311434664914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZAdq5wRs-K9npMfwwhzbyZrr0FtjkInl-arfX0yeGpHGCEaG8knP1tGUrqhm0JTC2EJOBxTqtpDF29Gm8OtIXI9d7QZFUMVY7uvnqfQ2q6GA8NGnzpstX3u-R2ZC8Wvep5DAU0XEkqJSZ/s320/October+2008+136.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Lining up the shot...Caden is a natural air hockey player!</em><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiem8CXhBQLhcneJarImn9qXjZyfUctXFhdYgWVpu1ZHrbl2hut7mvnMcCtKRCHGBofWIBLeUnFW98dEN45trebAXQYwe8-Mv1l9IzSR5XOtTAJJoI2fAmx867jL9NjQxZKYJ7-uo3natbD/s1600-h/October+2008+148.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262317739084566338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiem8CXhBQLhcneJarImn9qXjZyfUctXFhdYgWVpu1ZHrbl2hut7mvnMcCtKRCHGBofWIBLeUnFW98dEN45trebAXQYwe8-Mv1l9IzSR5XOtTAJJoI2fAmx867jL9NjQxZKYJ7-uo3natbD/s320/October+2008+148.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Mmm....pink frosting! Although she never did eat any of the chocolate part.</em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">What's that about?</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi65azEa49m5b68qRPARftOfZiwmvHI-Rgv4TdDfJBOkPgvHLGNFVQtFfgik-RiN7eV6B_w_T6uah8xp8RV9MCoyHUjnDCZS8b6R57cEUeSy-ZPX-kKDekM4g8zndmgY-xR_j2W-zdKq54w/s1600-h/October+2008+143.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262317751452760930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi65azEa49m5b68qRPARftOfZiwmvHI-Rgv4TdDfJBOkPgvHLGNFVQtFfgik-RiN7eV6B_w_T6uah8xp8RV9MCoyHUjnDCZS8b6R57cEUeSy-ZPX-kKDekM4g8zndmgY-xR_j2W-zdKq54w/s320/October+2008+143.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>"I love cupcakes!"</em></span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn0KQ0cs6jkCLzr_momh_dWD2TD4IgDNyNd6Y0dTRNXQb0ISkeiinYrvSpFZWSNG0GKNhSNVNP2bw3KrLtfRS3cWJy8P9CBrN9panVwJlpvFlAVBbjshcRmDV3c2fyoSMknrsAlQ44SI_7/s1600-h/Copy+of+Soleil+tutu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262318055858812226" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn0KQ0cs6jkCLzr_momh_dWD2TD4IgDNyNd6Y0dTRNXQb0ISkeiinYrvSpFZWSNG0GKNhSNVNP2bw3KrLtfRS3cWJy8P9CBrN9panVwJlpvFlAVBbjshcRmDV3c2fyoSMknrsAlQ44SI_7/s320/Copy+of+Soleil+tutu.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">I love this picture. It shows how "well-rounded" my baby is....trains and tutus. And princess shoes, cause every girl loves her shoes!</span></em></div><div> </div><div>A big shout out and thanks to Aunt Judy for making that adorable tutu for Soleil. Since none of her 3 Grandmas do homemade crafty things like tutus, I bug my aunts to adorn my daughter in their creations. Thanks, Aunt Judy....she LOVES it!</div><div> </div><div>Another thanks to Tom and Jen. I got some wonderful comments from my last post about applying for my couch warmer position (you are all hired, by the way!), but Tom and Jen actually brought over chocolate! Thanks, guys!!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div></div>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-49530102126769579602008-10-20T21:45:00.000-07:002008-10-20T22:00:32.981-07:00Taking applicationsNow that it's autumn and school has started, I thought our lives would slow down a little with the Bramwell Bed and Breakfast vacant. But if anything, things have gotten crazier! The last two weeks either Scott or I (or both, in some cases) have had something every nite. And with my swim class and Scott sign waving for Prop 8, every morning is filled now too. So I am taking applications for an evening stand-in couch warmer. (I get the Laz-E Boy chair to unwind at nite, and Scott gets the couch) Requirements: Sense of humor, a bag of chocolate, and no adverse body odor. Any takers?<div>Soleil's birthday is Thursday. I can not believe my baby is turning 2. Although the girl is all attitude already. She is going to give me a run for my money as a teenager. And my mother is laughing hysterically at that. Karma, right? </div><div>Love you mom!!</div>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-12766195806504912382008-10-09T14:28:00.000-07:002008-10-09T15:02:56.717-07:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!<div><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>I AM SO EXCITED I JUST CAN'T STAND IT!!!</strong></span></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div>I have regressed back to being 11 years old. I didn't think it possible, but last nite, as I was standing in the 3rd row, watching the New Kids on the Block come onto the stage, I found myself screaming and jumping up and down, hysterical, practically in tears. Mock me if you will. I don't care! Cause that was the BEST CONCERT I HAVE EVER BEEN TOO! (the awesome seats didn't hurt, either!) I was able to gather my emotions enough to dance the nite away, still screaming all the while. Good times. And, to further convince myself that I have regressed 20 years, I am very proud to say that both Joey and Donnie looked at me and Jen twice. Joey did the head nod thing, and Donnie winked at us. And yes, I screamed like a little girl and almost had my knees go out. I'm glad Scott doesn't ever read this. </div><br /><div>So Jen and I drove up to LA last nite for the concert - today is my birthday so this was my big birthday present. What a great husband to let me go and not mock me too much about this. (Thankfully my sis-in-law is going to a NKOTB concert next week, so at least the teasing will be spread throughout the family!) Jen and I had a great time, and got home at 2 in the morning. Can't remember the last time I was up that late that didn't involve nursing a baby! ;-> The 1 thing I am bummed about pictures. Online it said "no cameras allowed", so I obeyed and didn't bring my camera. Whatever! Everyone had their cameras! So we only got bad camera-phone pictures. Bummer. Oh well.</div><br /><div>My throat still hurts from screaming. Good times!</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAWcYbVrCdJC5r4aoo0EnaxwhS1h1Bl5i7KniD-Vbr8SGB2knmNoXV29TxgXF4DiUdvsRY_ipNIoqi06xFmYFGAuyjpmBO2HQ-Jymh651y5Li2hjbWPNjAImFN0mNL4alqYpWshserGnS/s1600-h/October+2008+039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255276489716781410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAWcYbVrCdJC5r4aoo0EnaxwhS1h1Bl5i7KniD-Vbr8SGB2knmNoXV29TxgXF4DiUdvsRY_ipNIoqi06xFmYFGAuyjpmBO2HQ-Jymh651y5Li2hjbWPNjAImFN0mNL4alqYpWshserGnS/s320/October+2008+039.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Dark and grainy, but so fun!!</em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifP5NcWq3HLbuwblf00NAGGNXVtNjQewmFFM-_Jcl5NHGGsDBlYh1ABdV9HbA-bAg5OifjljJmIkYDSiPlDGLF4ofi_ohH7a8yDY4Ui7IYpiLPfrSWHhTPaNYkRJI2jCxEKdjRvBxh45mh/s1600-h/October+2008+062.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255276498487132226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifP5NcWq3HLbuwblf00NAGGNXVtNjQewmFFM-_Jcl5NHGGsDBlYh1ABdV9HbA-bAg5OifjljJmIkYDSiPlDGLF4ofi_ohH7a8yDY4Ui7IYpiLPfrSWHhTPaNYkRJI2jCxEKdjRvBxh45mh/s320/October+2008+062.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Whose Joey looking at? That's right, baby, ME!! </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRi22y1a5pvUNq2Jcit76ZSb7qa1sZH0otdgHFL5v9AWZsIfa3zBQkEF8UixZgoYBgNlt12m709DjcqXjHi_XGpriOOYTvChunXvv3XJBxfuWK4IwMUv4kpfWFzGQwXGYGb6NDp75UaDxV/s1600-h/October+2008+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255276489076580818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRi22y1a5pvUNq2Jcit76ZSb7qa1sZH0otdgHFL5v9AWZsIfa3zBQkEF8UixZgoYBgNlt12m709DjcqXjHi_XGpriOOYTvChunXvv3XJBxfuWK4IwMUv4kpfWFzGQwXGYGb6NDp75UaDxV/s320/October+2008+024.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Jordan and Jon</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSdfKF9zUPW9OJEDcI0VHzcA0RIMF3lDwfp6As88jJZ5R2oetmUqd6XYJIQhlgH5t1YD9g71F8VCeQevSWOe1sujnAUQHM3chQBBCHwNbGAdzMJNiBi7eYSOtyC8lrUf9AjVbY-BSwefp8/s1600-h/October+2008+044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255276491550717698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSdfKF9zUPW9OJEDcI0VHzcA0RIMF3lDwfp6As88jJZ5R2oetmUqd6XYJIQhlgH5t1YD9g71F8VCeQevSWOe1sujnAUQHM3chQBBCHwNbGAdzMJNiBi7eYSOtyC8lrUf9AjVbY-BSwefp8/s320/October+2008+044.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">The Boston Boys are back!! NKOTB For-eva!!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div>It's my birthday. Feel free to send flowers or chocolate. </div>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-41604443505984133842008-10-09T14:18:00.001-07:002008-10-09T14:27:05.202-07:00First Day of School<div>I know it's October, but bear with me as a catch up. Caden started preschool a few weeks ago. He loves it! And I love him loving it! He started while I was in Aruba with our camera, so these are from Scott's phone. I think these are the first 2 days of school. How cute is he?</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMEE7vNa2EnSnGSSWnC3v0T-FTa0Jz8KoIP2PWrBNIpmroGPYM4BVaPE5cLNITp9RtFhWmjMdOZce55DT_DPuHNcbCAgKNGSgjZbnhFlqkIMI2a465GkywwD6JmVf6epN595cEvzl035KU/s1600-h/Caden+at+school.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255267368711340690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMEE7vNa2EnSnGSSWnC3v0T-FTa0Jz8KoIP2PWrBNIpmroGPYM4BVaPE5cLNITp9RtFhWmjMdOZce55DT_DPuHNcbCAgKNGSgjZbnhFlqkIMI2a465GkywwD6JmVf6epN595cEvzl035KU/s320/Caden+at+school.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwqjSuQHyFTrcr-EVoV7-jxiIScDCnBbVg72xQZAlYKLm9xQ8tE7tlobN_17z91HXjizRWQW0riauiWX-aS35lbNX9WCLqWwpq4Bgd8OpAkv5pafUTWlBmqXkpcC4QXfUsbrGl8oTE8Q8i/s1600-h/Caden's+first+day+of+school.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255267376514114130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwqjSuQHyFTrcr-EVoV7-jxiIScDCnBbVg72xQZAlYKLm9xQ8tE7tlobN_17z91HXjizRWQW0riauiWX-aS35lbNX9WCLqWwpq4Bgd8OpAkv5pafUTWlBmqXkpcC4QXfUsbrGl8oTE8Q8i/s320/Caden's+first+day+of+school.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Soleil started yesterday in her Mother's Day Out program. It's 1 day a week for 3 hours. She absolutely loved it, and I loved having 3 hours to run errands by myself. I think Wednesdays are going to be my new favorite day!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZjRjMX0lqeBKmNdpRcBI5IxegbLFfXVeuXyRbnmKK8cEDrxTvN-bfUHJqNyVjJhzGrg49YIElJPVg3LKdH-iu0ZeXZp9vpC1uBscwDDhWcFKBHxqgJ7uqzO__calQMiCsIzZ4937QBv8/s1600-h/October+2008+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255267380614160594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZjRjMX0lqeBKmNdpRcBI5IxegbLFfXVeuXyRbnmKK8cEDrxTvN-bfUHJqNyVjJhzGrg49YIElJPVg3LKdH-iu0ZeXZp9vpC1uBscwDDhWcFKBHxqgJ7uqzO__calQMiCsIzZ4937QBv8/s320/October+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>She was so excited to go to "preschool!"</em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLblg-l4Wu7uHZQ91H2kw2a6Tlt03DKIJKPyJsWphyjrb3UTRA87mlAqsQXOw1fwgibYHuTVkkC-CZMWJIbhW7qWlnfX4m2I6o5kdM3sntgv_iuSn6WlYiTLj-MNpK_Ii_iMzeiO1hEf5u/s1600-h/October+2008+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255267377927586546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLblg-l4Wu7uHZQ91H2kw2a6Tlt03DKIJKPyJsWphyjrb3UTRA87mlAqsQXOw1fwgibYHuTVkkC-CZMWJIbhW7qWlnfX4m2I6o5kdM3sntgv_iuSn6WlYiTLj-MNpK_Ii_iMzeiO1hEf5u/s320/October+2008+022.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">I'm posting 2 pix of her so you can see that she does have hair. When I did a ponytail in her hair, I didn't think how that would translate into bald-looking photos. </span></em></div>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-77799587195798312262008-09-28T15:58:00.000-07:002008-09-28T16:17:18.315-07:00The Bramwell Bed and Breakfast<div><div>70 days. Out of the 122 days in June - Sept, we have either had guests or been gone. No wonder I am so tired and my guest sheets are looking so threadbare. That's more than half the summer!<br />I started wondering how busy we were this summer after realizing that, as of today, we have had 6 days this month without someone here or us gone somewhere. We've been REALLY busy. But it's been so fun. I really do love having company. Especially if they help clean up!<br />Let's recap: Five of the 6 grandparents visited. Five of my 7 siblings visited (one being on a mission, so he doesn't count.) One of Scott's four siblings visited, but he came twice and his wife came once, separately. (We are trying to convince them to move here, so they were on recon missions.) Two of my dear cousins came, with family. And two (friends) families stayed with us this summer. We went to to Idaho, Phoenix, and Newport. Scott went to Portland, New York City, Baltimore, and camping. I went to Aruba.<br />So then I started thinking about the entire year. Last year we traveled every month but Jan and Feb. This year it didn't seem like we had really done that much traveling...until I looked at the calendar. Again, no traveling the first 2 months of the year. March - Maryland and Philadelphia (plus guests later.) April - Phoenix. May - Idaho. June- Sept. I already recapped. Oct - Austin. Nov - Maryland. Dec - NO WHERE!! Yeah for December!<br /></div><div><br />So we just went to Phoenix for my Grandmother's 75th birthday party. It was so much fun - most of the family came for it, so it turned into a mini-reunion. Good times. I love it when my extended family gets together. I cackle just like my mom and aunts and (girl) cousins, so it's really funny when we all get together.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyDU6m81bVhITQ1WJQcUkOxB_0urv3GKxai7f_5hrqCxocLbpf8OFpiz9an-ZHWlAtR1DGgLW0oE8Oy9qm43Skj6IouyhEgp3hmzo8dv-_34fMS9NIiYl9R6zKw0hyphenhyphenuXnwA6htK40zDLHc/s1600-h/September+2008+057.jpg"></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPjTscOuQtRNTJg9d2nmVeowI1DKxj591yjyrFCnB_Mh5mOzNMgdFILg0OmZKWFrDf87JmYmPjqfnt53xR-PpsuZorwxH1fwKbf4Z2ZU1H4PntvdNYWTNUZ05BMy3eNe6CMUPoCwT-3zb4/s1600-h/September+2008+057.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251211627632905442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPjTscOuQtRNTJg9d2nmVeowI1DKxj591yjyrFCnB_Mh5mOzNMgdFILg0OmZKWFrDf87JmYmPjqfnt53xR-PpsuZorwxH1fwKbf4Z2ZU1H4PntvdNYWTNUZ05BMy3eNe6CMUPoCwT-3zb4/s320/September+2008+057.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">My beautiful Grandmother, the woman who holds us all together and who I absolutely adore.<br /></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNE20hbZYNrpwBO5yyosT7zJmF6KVG7OkmErOfK6lp6T3HfDTi4BNszg6RqicEYnBzTKtRvVEKYJdrWWsVbr-YELZ6EEsYRE__tAbOkjfmgDBc6WX_66xg5trUqJptWGf172NnszW4ZySL/s1600-h/September+2008+056.jpg"></a></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtlhrpaXJSRnvabGQUAGfjziBVVnrBVhHi7DCEg4npu2LEq4qgKzgtKsmwv-rKQDtzxIFaXFbRhq2vx94hZ_Z7ew8gcdUFva77kOga3-vdtycambRPc7mZhx2I-4vbD73Z9GWzT_WGAPBq/s1600-h/September+2008+056.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251211624751182722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtlhrpaXJSRnvabGQUAGfjziBVVnrBVhHi7DCEg4npu2LEq4qgKzgtKsmwv-rKQDtzxIFaXFbRhq2vx94hZ_Z7ew8gcdUFva77kOga3-vdtycambRPc7mZhx2I-4vbD73Z9GWzT_WGAPBq/s320/September+2008+056.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Some of the cousin crew.</span></em><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4cfB0M9yV4hM-e-3lZdqBavoc96b6kG2W40ErIYJflvmm_SCcRdXqc5RZtkbX9kTURldUnModQcQ1DsejxPeE1IzhRFrINxxF6keXr8zK0XbTMfy3do1JaqbtuSPsS0YKcWnMz1zdS5Uf/s1600-h/September+2008+083.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251211638493050722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4cfB0M9yV4hM-e-3lZdqBavoc96b6kG2W40ErIYJflvmm_SCcRdXqc5RZtkbX9kTURldUnModQcQ1DsejxPeE1IzhRFrINxxF6keXr8zK0XbTMfy3do1JaqbtuSPsS0YKcWnMz1zdS5Uf/s320/September+2008+083.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Hmm...maybe it's not just the women in my family that can cackle.</span></em><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj69vS8hVDtn7folEvVZMHvi9xihzsoIUbrdzddDdH1HxC8gzl_AklX6Kw3o1-FUKreV69aqLeY6d03qUiXJhm_iTCFwQu6oWXg2NmQjWj8zQnBWeimkpQNLzPcVRPXN2TbzfVie_C7T09K/s1600-h/September+2008+089.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251211645407562978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj69vS8hVDtn7folEvVZMHvi9xihzsoIUbrdzddDdH1HxC8gzl_AklX6Kw3o1-FUKreV69aqLeY6d03qUiXJhm_iTCFwQu6oWXg2NmQjWj8zQnBWeimkpQNLzPcVRPXN2TbzfVie_C7T09K/s320/September+2008+089.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">You'd think these guys would have seen an underwater camera before, but I got home with a full memory card of underwater self-portraits.</span></em><br /><br /><br />So after our whirlwind trip to Phoenix (thanks again for letting us stay with you and for watching my kids, Jill and Spencer!) my mom came home with us. We played with Grannie for the week and had lots of fun. It culminated with going to Disneyland and meeting my cousin Jill and her crew there. That was the best Disneyland trip I've ever had! Sorry, Scott! He didn't go with us, and boy, did my arms feel that for the next 3 days! Pushing 70 pounds of stroller and kids or carrying kids is tiring! Since Caden is finally tall enough to ride everything, for the FIRST time in my adulthood, I did all the big rides. We went on Space Mtn, Thunder Mtn, Splash Mtn...all the mountains! It was so much fun! Caden loved them all except Space Mtn. My mom was a rock star helper, and Jill and Spencer were so much fun! Thanks for introducing me to all those rides, guys! </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd4yNDneSGS2zjUecmoaQtGOPYpfc_TSiflj5ZQpMzOWO6l9ETSclrvgtQmQvlH8drT4s7zkukfjW3pZRt99_vg6lMkLayG28wr3frRZuEUJgugwvSxvwl2dhwudHpKt9RHGhq4c_J22zX/s1600-h/Disneyland"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251211650707917362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd4yNDneSGS2zjUecmoaQtGOPYpfc_TSiflj5ZQpMzOWO6l9ETSclrvgtQmQvlH8drT4s7zkukfjW3pZRt99_vg6lMkLayG28wr3frRZuEUJgugwvSxvwl2dhwudHpKt9RHGhq4c_J22zX/s320/Disneyland" border="0" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Jill with her daughter, Avery, and Caden and I getting ready for the roller coaster ride! Nice picture taking skills, Spencer!</span></em></div><br /><div><br />While we were getting jiggy with Mickey, Scott went to NYC to watch the Yankees play his beloved Orioles before Yankee Stadium closes after this season. He had fun rooting for his team and catching up with hometown friends and family. Plus he brought back great presents, so we were all happy. ;-></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoCG6Z9pAEJDXdeR1zdetzdsqS_XRawGNF2C6uPH2gYCmZbFfUwbBJQd3ByYtqok8JaLU1ziNVu32mVGXuZW0etlY1Qw9u58yXfDVKOX7ybA1rYYQBS4cYL3paYRcc-v-iZcrU6BmtgEP/s1600-h/September+2008+135.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251212645761492562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoCG6Z9pAEJDXdeR1zdetzdsqS_XRawGNF2C6uPH2gYCmZbFfUwbBJQd3ByYtqok8JaLU1ziNVu32mVGXuZW0etlY1Qw9u58yXfDVKOX7ybA1rYYQBS4cYL3paYRcc-v-iZcrU6BmtgEP/s320/September+2008+135.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Our next trip is in a couple of days, and hopefully I won't be too late posting about it! Soon enough I'll be all caught up on my blogging...you know it's been awhile when your Google reader has 24 after your friend's name. Whoops! </div><div>Until next time...</div></div>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-47568374656498629252008-09-11T15:05:00.000-07:002008-09-11T15:51:00.517-07:00Swimming Iguanas<div><span style="font-size:130%;">"Aruba, Jamaica, Baby why don't we go???"</span></div><br /><div>I am surrounded by awesome-ness. My awesome husband let me go to awesome Aruba with my awesome friend (without him or the kids). I am awed. The trip was so much fun! Jen and I sunbathed (with very high SPF, Mom!), ate, read, slept, and shopped to our heart's content. Good times. All the makings of a great and relaxing vacay. We explored the island (took a day; it's tiny), snorkeled, and parasailed. We did our best to keep the local Baskin Robbins in business for the week we were there. </div><br /><div>That was my first Caribbean experience. I loved Aruba, but not sure it will be a repeat vacation destination for me. There are so many islands out there to discover. Aruba is a desert island, so it's not as green or wet as Hawaii. It was still lovely and fun, though. Iguanas rule over there, every size you can think of. We had to look down and watch where we walked so Iguana Joe didn't get his tail stepped on. I did have one huge guy jump into the swimming pool about 2 feet in front of me and swim to the other side of the pool. Who knew iguanas could swim?</div><br /><div>I did have some mishaps on the trip. For some reason, I get sick on every big (and by big I mean, non-family) vacation I take. The two exceptions are my trips to Hawaii with Scott. I guess that is the universe telling me not to leave my hubby at home. ;-> So for the Aruba trip, I had an internal infection, strep throat, fever, contact dermatitis, and a bruised and swollen knee from being a klutz. Good thing Aruba has good (prescription) drugs! Thankfully Jen was incredibly patient with me and my issues.</div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBn19gq7Obf2AvgRlN2rrDCq5IxqAd31YEQt4nd07oJx4c2GcFEPX3C6cNF7_mJawexPnNS_m6Hk-fLVA1K5OOEiFtodnDFWZkmiRbP_pDVLtsbHViclsFVUTbOGStgGl2Pg4RfEBUyfVP/s1600-h/August+2008+101.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244897874818602866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBn19gq7Obf2AvgRlN2rrDCq5IxqAd31YEQt4nd07oJx4c2GcFEPX3C6cNF7_mJawexPnNS_m6Hk-fLVA1K5OOEiFtodnDFWZkmiRbP_pDVLtsbHViclsFVUTbOGStgGl2Pg4RfEBUyfVP/s320/August+2008+101.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">The only time I will ever post a pix with me in a swimming suit.</span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">The snorkeling was awesome.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQsXSICVaXncYG71hMHg75zMA7L_6tUHII59TjhQzjnLf5SFq860PZw-VtBHNbodBt_4nkprerMta8jWyQGtKtkSx9ORf2i0zeXlAaUgQqirSwPdEVdPMWIye90InL_jc5c6hH3THGAsf/s1600-h/August+2008+105.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244897894674151346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQsXSICVaXncYG71hMHg75zMA7L_6tUHII59TjhQzjnLf5SFq860PZw-VtBHNbodBt_4nkprerMta8jWyQGtKtkSx9ORf2i0zeXlAaUgQqirSwPdEVdPMWIye90InL_jc5c6hH3THGAsf/s320/August+2008+105.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Jen and I at Baby Beach.</span></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZo1cYqqp0TG16ECHiqsnfQYrxOysG09WERT-ZDdIfl3vc9F9xTtUboubMKQeB09xjQK-yGL6WxUBatAuTJeHbXltPmTBLBDOGW7I21fSsBcwhPgSoMm2_Dy0iCfFsd97_m8O1C9v0MhUj/s1600-h/August+2008+109.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244897888069324258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZo1cYqqp0TG16ECHiqsnfQYrxOysG09WERT-ZDdIfl3vc9F9xTtUboubMKQeB09xjQK-yGL6WxUBatAuTJeHbXltPmTBLBDOGW7I21fSsBcwhPgSoMm2_Dy0iCfFsd97_m8O1C9v0MhUj/s320/August+2008+109.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Jen got creative with her photo skills. Nothing like a beautiful Caribbean sunset through the feet!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Lb3_S5QWzOPlQepQlEBNeTDuQPyC3GAcdR_6kTw2IYPpc1s7-lihFR4y6veZD5phvCBuqv-glUgNIS3ABpUxqOfbkPdIU7tozoH0liLn-63bFgMM6PVpjjLGFoBCiYb9StDK7mxvb2i/s1600-h/August+2008+107.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244897882455109090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Lb3_S5QWzOPlQepQlEBNeTDuQPyC3GAcdR_6kTw2IYPpc1s7-lihFR4y6veZD5phvCBuqv-glUgNIS3ABpUxqOfbkPdIU7tozoH0liLn-63bFgMM6PVpjjLGFoBCiYb9StDK7mxvb2i/s320/August+2008+107.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Me complaining of all my mishaps. Sniffle, sniffle.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div>For more photos and Jen's version of the trip, feel free to visit her blog at <a href="http://jen.cloes.net/">http://jen.cloes.net/</a>.</div><div> </div>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990415282438387728.post-14207253056419274542008-08-06T21:14:00.000-07:002008-08-06T22:01:29.397-07:00S.T.R.E.P.(think to the tune of "Respect")<div>My poor baby girl has been hit with the horrible strep throat illness. She has been so miserable, and despite the drugs, hasn't been able to get her appetite or energy back. She started with a slight fever on Saturday, and was blazen to 105' by Sunday night. She is slowly getting better. We have watched a lot of Disney this week. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Caden</span> has been a little stir-crazy due to the self-imposed <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">quarantine</span> we've been under. Thankfully no one else has gotten the bad <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">germies</span>. Ugh - I hate having my kids sick. The only good thing is that I was able to finish the newest Twilight book in a day and a half while Disney continued it's influence on my kids. The book rocked! I thought it was the best of the series! (and today, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Caden</span> wanted scrambled eggs and an apple after watching various Disney characters eat them. I'll take that kind of influence.)</div><div>Continuing with the bad news, So You Think You Can Dance is over tomorrow night. I know the rest of summer time TV is bad, but I LOVE this show. And this season has been the best by far. I don't really have a favorite dancer, but I won't miss Mary Murphy's craziness. Sigh...at least Wade Robson came back for the finale.</div><div>A couple of weeks ago, my dad, stepmom and 2 sisters came out to visit from Austin. We had a whirlwind vacay with them, doing the beach and the zoo here, then heading up to Newport for a few days to explore up there. We checked out UCLA's campus for my senior sister and of course had to go to Fashion Island. One day I will return to that mall sans kids. It's like the mother ship calling me home. ;-> We had a great time with Papa and Grandma and Michelle and Melissa. Of course my camera remained hidden for their trip, but hopefully I'll have pictures to post from them. (hint hint, Texas!)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16472512083981220987noreply@blogger.com6