tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55715444044553972382024-02-20T20:22:28.412-05:00Life's A DanceThe Smith FamilyAubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.comBlogger136125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-67299077058477105452011-01-04T17:09:00.002-05:002011-01-04T17:26:18.640-05:00Happy New YearSo our computer decided to crash on us about 2 months ago. So I've been trying to keep up on my emails through my iPod, but have obviously been unable to do anything on the blog lately which is so sad, because we've had oodles of blog worthy moments lately- three holidays, two birthdays, Ella's first lost tooth, a blessing, and last but certainly not least, a darling baby who is growing up WAY too fast. She hit three months old last week. Yet sadly, we've only been able to dedicate one post to Miss Lucy. Thankfully my parents were ready for an upgrade, so we inherited their old computer for the time being. As soon as I get our pictures sorted out, the posts will be soon to follow. <br /><br />We had a wonderful Christmas. My whole side was able to come out to celebrate, which is the first time in a very long time we've had the whole family together. Ella struck up a fast liking to her Uncle Alex, who has been at school and on a mission for the past three years. We caught this fabulous conversation between the two of them at the dinner table, and I had to share:<br /><br />Ella: Are you a kid or a grown-up?<br />Alex: I'm a grown-up.<br />Ella: Oh. Do you have a house?<br />Alex: No..<br />Ella: Do you have a wife?<br />Alex: No..<br />Ella: Do you have a car?<br />Alex: No..<br />Ella: Are you dating? (I don't even think she knows what that is!)<br />Alex: No..<br />A momentary pause-<br />Ella: Can you go to the store by yourself?<br />Alex: Yep!<br />Ella: Oh! So you're like a little grown-up.<br /><br />We were all cracking up. I love the way little minds work. Evidently the above things qualify you as a grown-up in her eyes. Uncle Alex isn't quite there yet. Enjoy little adulthood, Al! It goes by all too fast. :)Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-15185396162560125102010-10-04T13:26:00.007-05:002010-10-04T13:59:01.438-05:00Welcome home, Lucy!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR51wFfZ0H0ZXZ3Y5zci0bUraUb__p-LTt8yNSXLqJUo53v4tWU80HEgIOdnNhGEIxsb43eUhg8ig7Nxpe9yYXJonzB8DgT-ETVryETAhLHdL4c1UE7oK0RxTq8tYn8VppJAXem_QknSzv/s1600/DSCI0231.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524264612754019442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR51wFfZ0H0ZXZ3Y5zci0bUraUb__p-LTt8yNSXLqJUo53v4tWU80HEgIOdnNhGEIxsb43eUhg8ig7Nxpe9yYXJonzB8DgT-ETVryETAhLHdL4c1UE7oK0RxTq8tYn8VppJAXem_QknSzv/s400/DSCI0231.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj85HsCYs0IPGvQd65d5J_yFa1w5ZzmajxrTqK4OXsH-Zx95IpGHowwN0hS7RxUxM4Qkq9Mw60x370-sY3sXeVH1a-gZvSDVOfcTiZsaNsHhpRW6FbbM-85rMQmdxuhO6uDNBuPc9CozK-0/s1600/DSCI0224.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524263990781802210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj85HsCYs0IPGvQd65d5J_yFa1w5ZzmajxrTqK4OXsH-Zx95IpGHowwN0hS7RxUxM4Qkq9Mw60x370-sY3sXeVH1a-gZvSDVOfcTiZsaNsHhpRW6FbbM-85rMQmdxuhO6uDNBuPc9CozK-0/s400/DSCI0224.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Kknyx70sUIRB11_kP-Cw3KWE2EfYm_fdxA6w6PQ29GtgkZPkksyet7686hq-bW1CQmc9kOo5E847vnfj95k5fwyO0eJRMuHa6kW8We_GsjaNdUXnBxmiTBqh5ZeewJ8nenVOskRk9xox/s1600/DSCI0220.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524263451431890034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Kknyx70sUIRB11_kP-Cw3KWE2EfYm_fdxA6w6PQ29GtgkZPkksyet7686hq-bW1CQmc9kOo5E847vnfj95k5fwyO0eJRMuHa6kW8We_GsjaNdUXnBxmiTBqh5ZeewJ8nenVOskRk9xox/s400/DSCI0220.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmKo9rphaX7IeKvYlaklDf0DffhXkYoeg3Srx-YItFV09ZGFrkNnN73FVcI2tIAltvXQ1UgLxH2CnJS2yVKptU7QEvhj4eR-8DaQF5GxUXKhvkaf1Xo4N24GId3LqlxRZCk8HVPG4O-B9G/s1600/DSCI0193.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524262925047713538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmKo9rphaX7IeKvYlaklDf0DffhXkYoeg3Srx-YItFV09ZGFrkNnN73FVcI2tIAltvXQ1UgLxH2CnJS2yVKptU7QEvhj4eR-8DaQF5GxUXKhvkaf1Xo4N24GId3LqlxRZCk8HVPG4O-B9G/s400/DSCI0193.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsxtAk9ZUOC1lIyOz4ZnFvXJgpbtmUIAqwxHfMrf90BIKML0zBGSAs0VrFrQw8KCfJKSA7NGP8w8vYwf5gdXpfd914Eoe8IjjznDG9LcS0QY0WpBuTbJ5S8vbwMW2I2HP1N3_CSg_i6Qjb/s1600/DSCI0191.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524262385951425986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsxtAk9ZUOC1lIyOz4ZnFvXJgpbtmUIAqwxHfMrf90BIKML0zBGSAs0VrFrQw8KCfJKSA7NGP8w8vYwf5gdXpfd914Eoe8IjjznDG9LcS0QY0WpBuTbJ5S8vbwMW2I2HP1N3_CSg_i6Qjb/s400/DSCI0191.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqZdMHchVbSvT1pJYzr4FQHUNxWvxxh2ouU7mZm5SLlWr_FVcjzjPig-T65IVn_8Oy_LuW-_y75NStrPMi_nryEy3pm_vqV4ptcwH361XHiND1Nk9TT2_jsudW3IRXj0eWdC1uh_KOtowL/s1600/DSCI0189.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524261862995865106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqZdMHchVbSvT1pJYzr4FQHUNxWvxxh2ouU7mZm5SLlWr_FVcjzjPig-T65IVn_8Oy_LuW-_y75NStrPMi_nryEy3pm_vqV4ptcwH361XHiND1Nk9TT2_jsudW3IRXj0eWdC1uh_KOtowL/s400/DSCI0189.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI_HNK7kXKyVouuRcJaI3QaZh2no1PUbfJIX3Xj_IDCrK2HHaEARaE8PzNg7xLt0rvBSusit2mGu54OBcO7huuZQagZmogfwAn5g8b-xmyHC1qcTYIJFfVhYDlTL68drfHZ6Zp8nllleq4/s1600/DSC00636.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524261153309065218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI_HNK7kXKyVouuRcJaI3QaZh2no1PUbfJIX3Xj_IDCrK2HHaEARaE8PzNg7xLt0rvBSusit2mGu54OBcO7huuZQagZmogfwAn5g8b-xmyHC1qcTYIJFfVhYDlTL68drfHZ6Zp8nllleq4/s400/DSC00636.JPG" /></a> Lucy McKenna is finally here... she was born at 1:46 pm on September 30th, 6 lb 13 oz, 19 1/2 inches long. We are so happy to have her here safe and sound. Everything went well with the delivery- other then the fact that my epidural ran out a good hour before she was born- but it was all worth it in the end. Luckily she was a little thing, so she was out with about 6 good pushes. She is the sweetest baby. She is so content, and has only cried once since we've had her home. The girls adore her. Ella just loves to sit and hold her every chance she gets. Molly loves to hold her too, but she only lasts about a minute before she's ready to pass her off. Everyone loves being around her, and she has brought such a sweet spirit to our home. We feel very blessed.</div></div></div></div></div></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-76351160213648451192010-09-22T17:03:00.002-05:002010-09-22T17:09:41.402-05:00One more week...So I had a doctors appointment today, and they scheduled me to be induced next Wednesday, the 29th. Hooray! Molly was a little too big and got stuck coming out- so they've been watching the babies growth really carefully and decided to induce early to keep her around the 7 lb. range. I am so happy to have a date- and that it's only a week away. I'm tired of being a big fat cranky pregnant lady. I can't wait to be able to bend over, and walk up the stairs without being winded, eat whatever I want without getting heartburn and paint my own toenails. And most of all, I can't wait to have this baby in my arms. We are all so excited to meet her and snuggle her.Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-26499651718035940022010-09-02T08:25:00.002-05:002010-09-02T08:30:53.081-05:00UPDATEMolly located another pair of scissors and cut her hair AGAIN this morning. I am not kidding. I thought her hair looked a lot worse this morning, but I thought it was just because we had a bath last night and I could see it better this morning. I was in the bathroom and saw a big chunk of hair on the floor. I yelled- Molly! Did you cut your hair again?? She said- yep. I asked why, she said because she wanted her hair to look beautiful. I said- (I know, this is awful) well, it doesn't. It is no longer salvagable. Oh well. At least people won't think I cut it awful on purpose. It's pretty obvious what happened here.Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-44997111434934620312010-09-01T12:46:00.002-05:002010-09-01T13:01:19.430-05:00A Rite of Passage?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja-0_W1VpgKcgDStM-RJp42ydvSLfCn97WxvBosqYYXrO8e23ywPkUS2GUHX-1tdvUzjIzz5I7ge4YR2ofFSCZqKCeZi2Vn94X9W8nnM2mn2plki9aTkyKfmZ6OC1xGnsm1KCt-DavS-6Z/s1600/120.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512003905200771106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja-0_W1VpgKcgDStM-RJp42ydvSLfCn97WxvBosqYYXrO8e23ywPkUS2GUHX-1tdvUzjIzz5I7ge4YR2ofFSCZqKCeZi2Vn94X9W8nnM2mn2plki9aTkyKfmZ6OC1xGnsm1KCt-DavS-6Z/s400/120.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN8mM4T_-sUDLRAcNePFgpuSUHaSXNDaDS_1Qwi2UiCwnZqDxklA2UyYq-q3cHOCSHlIwKS3Eku0ZB49RJ3l-QN48u5zZEVBqXmGHrzcOwnuv3Aj8yLnFIACphJ_iOw4rCcYMIK6lMFXUw/s1600/118.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512003896406319762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN8mM4T_-sUDLRAcNePFgpuSUHaSXNDaDS_1Qwi2UiCwnZqDxklA2UyYq-q3cHOCSHlIwKS3Eku0ZB49RJ3l-QN48u5zZEVBqXmGHrzcOwnuv3Aj8yLnFIACphJ_iOw4rCcYMIK6lMFXUw/s400/118.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyCYB4gS8sFgnJQosH_eRRMiiu32tIufd93s59xK3TPoU1kv90mENDG8Amz6iN01dkHNu6b6mw33MJQgQfZFJGXrAa9kulizSZw9owIkH02czWYhXRda7DwrrrB4-2pitK2a0W8oqo7Xnh/s1600/117.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512003894965948322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyCYB4gS8sFgnJQosH_eRRMiiu32tIufd93s59xK3TPoU1kv90mENDG8Amz6iN01dkHNu6b6mw33MJQgQfZFJGXrAa9kulizSZw9owIkH02czWYhXRda7DwrrrB4-2pitK2a0W8oqo7Xnh/s400/117.JPG" /></a> Molly came up the stairs this morning announcing- "I gave myself a haircut with my little scissors!" I couldn't believe it. Which is funny, because nothing should surprise me any more with this child. I was almost in tears. And she says to me- "It's funny! Laugh!" Which I eventually did. I think it really could have been a lot worse. Its almost salvagable. I mean, it was bound to happen at some point or another, right?? So I should just be glad that I can make them into somewhat believable bangs. It gets a little too short in the back, but I guess that will just have to grow out. She was feeling pretty proud of herself and even admiring herself in every mirror she passed. I informed her that she will not be allowed to use her scissors anymore, and she said- "Oh. That's too bad." Maybe one day she'll put all of her creative energies towards a good cause. Until then I am keeping the scissors well hidden. </div></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-28398559703169671872010-08-08T14:47:00.013-05:002010-08-09T11:17:05.998-05:00Family Time<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF0YJ4PzwyxOAuxary5kZQSLKwhabNWPzvye6QLm4WFsax_tv364zMgrslhs_p_WLYFKjYfj98nbBfBPbt2bFCL1g0ELWp9D6cuFhsebU8HAU3E_vuHE-NvA_JbK_mAT5UEG4wjqtNopbu/s1600/IMGP2949.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503213264834371202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF0YJ4PzwyxOAuxary5kZQSLKwhabNWPzvye6QLm4WFsax_tv364zMgrslhs_p_WLYFKjYfj98nbBfBPbt2bFCL1g0ELWp9D6cuFhsebU8HAU3E_vuHE-NvA_JbK_mAT5UEG4wjqtNopbu/s400/IMGP2949.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;">We got all dolled up for the library story time featuring Princess stories. The girls made these gorgeous hats since we didn't have any dress up clothes. </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMeFvz0Ayve_fTJvz_GMcZtt0B5E8V9zCV3YsFq34XgQjDZPzJYgWKHBbciFQ9BEimWanomOPBQFzkgvERsIgUtbDczwFPpU46D257wJYe3W-oVf7Cu6Tiif8RY26_xbdEC_m6nLOS0Kii/s1600/IMGP2932.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503213260348569506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMeFvz0Ayve_fTJvz_GMcZtt0B5E8V9zCV3YsFq34XgQjDZPzJYgWKHBbciFQ9BEimWanomOPBQFzkgvERsIgUtbDczwFPpU46D257wJYe3W-oVf7Cu6Tiif8RY26_xbdEC_m6nLOS0Kii/s400/IMGP2932.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"> Our uninvited camping guest. This guy was huge and fearless. On the first night he ran off with our blueberries, cheese, and a pack of hot dogs. And have any of you ever heard a raccoon hiss? It's a terrifying sound when it wakes you up in the middle of the night. The girls have a renewed fear of raccoons. And this time for good reason. I'm a little scared myself.<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWQ_Ryf40cayzC2ukckCS_krXv0D3TAyGiJGzokAsQSLSRXkSL0wGfrEH6ZX7GeEc57yyRfO5Cx8jdOQXW-e-LHsJTI0QMZhvdeEQJcFExrylqJwlJCuBdLFIwzBTISvbXi0I27IEG8Rdp/s1600/IMGP2898.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503210932705911106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWQ_Ryf40cayzC2ukckCS_krXv0D3TAyGiJGzokAsQSLSRXkSL0wGfrEH6ZX7GeEc57yyRfO5Cx8jdOQXW-e-LHsJTI0QMZhvdeEQJcFExrylqJwlJCuBdLFIwzBTISvbXi0I27IEG8Rdp/s400/IMGP2898.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;">Mmmm.. smores. Molly loved toasting the marshmellows, but I don't think she ate a single one of them.<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN61REGjeBoh_Fxt8a7NXvehf6RATwKiQtO-MbGv12N56RqS53D6bcKRtctP64M8ZBB2HvN4INlU50SJS49EA5zUwVenj1Sc2QHClqsmuVESzN6m8GZZwcVJN9ipHO849nP4zqtapb6ZXh/s1600/IMGP2876.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503210929320533410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN61REGjeBoh_Fxt8a7NXvehf6RATwKiQtO-MbGv12N56RqS53D6bcKRtctP64M8ZBB2HvN4INlU50SJS49EA5zUwVenj1Sc2QHClqsmuVESzN6m8GZZwcVJN9ipHO849nP4zqtapb6ZXh/s400/IMGP2876.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixdBvFsKDqRfpXsY5qQENLNTR0mCF4eKkRv01pm3FUVwUnqhYVek3dJpu6OKUV77cXGBNY4-SB8AwpYWP4RYFYZ9SpGxFV8-tFA-jNIiMY6R0wfO2C3GDMsswFFn-VWTtqoniqYDHL-m6J/s1600/IMGP2871.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503210920317327778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixdBvFsKDqRfpXsY5qQENLNTR0mCF4eKkRv01pm3FUVwUnqhYVek3dJpu6OKUV77cXGBNY4-SB8AwpYWP4RYFYZ9SpGxFV8-tFA-jNIiMY6R0wfO2C3GDMsswFFn-VWTtqoniqYDHL-m6J/s400/IMGP2871.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxWrIZM7HHAwoZfNiolnGBi-MDUFqrY2LOHdlkxEfXZMAnxh6km2y0c3xTcVOuOupZ75Oy64C5uUUdg0BtyGGEmjgdwnOSwqZaGyknZdv2VoORlImO4HXs2R76jMhkwNJyk1iJislcRTe/s1600/IMGP2855.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503209774418122674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxWrIZM7HHAwoZfNiolnGBi-MDUFqrY2LOHdlkxEfXZMAnxh6km2y0c3xTcVOuOupZ75Oy64C5uUUdg0BtyGGEmjgdwnOSwqZaGyknZdv2VoORlImO4HXs2R76jMhkwNJyk1iJislcRTe/s400/IMGP2855.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;">Ella loved the water.<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIva6k7wMbIMES_TQ7Z3795vNj9rtc-4djASs7a3BHWUHRznF5cCwAJuhBBxu0RSowLnIqLpPK_aoW2vPmSlP_NHxowpo035YZsDBprLZTDp2JkVTqudK-HToPlb7HJGljJlKwB1Egq8dp/s1600/IMGP2858.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503209767557928434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIva6k7wMbIMES_TQ7Z3795vNj9rtc-4djASs7a3BHWUHRznF5cCwAJuhBBxu0RSowLnIqLpPK_aoW2vPmSlP_NHxowpo035YZsDBprLZTDp2JkVTqudK-HToPlb7HJGljJlKwB1Egq8dp/s400/IMGP2858.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;">Molly loved the sand.<br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJluHFq9OfrUQWTHHAQQSOUx-jJ0nlSmjGGdlEorS5X0Cmyu9BxFzYDhlEmtIJdeDcMOj_GmoXkeqJXSucXVfMupooyZ_ZkqIpWtQPjzcM08Zl2G2W0z_kN22qo3_magh_gfToTlICPbpq/s1600/IMGP2854.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503209758935091090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJluHFq9OfrUQWTHHAQQSOUx-jJ0nlSmjGGdlEorS5X0Cmyu9BxFzYDhlEmtIJdeDcMOj_GmoXkeqJXSucXVfMupooyZ_ZkqIpWtQPjzcM08Zl2G2W0z_kN22qo3_magh_gfToTlICPbpq/s400/IMGP2854.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLWI9se7Eph-KrfI-X8QENpB_u3hMSzq_hDZv9AeAqKAx5TIvmMP2SIciYT9-7s-dXviZ7CD-429adS4ndGBiWctz4QAMUt9orFiS8UQfOieA68b6M-Go6KphRMfMOXBpetbsDmV4vrEQA/s1600/IMG_4280.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503208773929184994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLWI9se7Eph-KrfI-X8QENpB_u3hMSzq_hDZv9AeAqKAx5TIvmMP2SIciYT9-7s-dXviZ7CD-429adS4ndGBiWctz4QAMUt9orFiS8UQfOieA68b6M-Go6KphRMfMOXBpetbsDmV4vrEQA/s400/IMG_4280.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;">My little boating girl.<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSBkTeOqMcNfle7k_fwV5qxpVaFNmkgf9YFyyWJ3ALSLsHGGa5NNcunscygTAFDYfPnFoUyiC9-1ARW_EGWwSIv4ceC_NAcJyBwVSghQmtM3Glt-u_cw2i9ujTOK9Z4YgYzMtgnBys5m4E/s1600/IMG_4273.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503208765793013522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSBkTeOqMcNfle7k_fwV5qxpVaFNmkgf9YFyyWJ3ALSLsHGGa5NNcunscygTAFDYfPnFoUyiC9-1ARW_EGWwSIv4ceC_NAcJyBwVSghQmtM3Glt-u_cw2i9ujTOK9Z4YgYzMtgnBys5m4E/s400/IMG_4273.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;">Enjoying our family's favorite game. Bananagrams. It's the best game ever.<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcD6DinFac9-SEg3btQpJq9V20pOZb63grmlT4lZA-TtRiFAUPuzHHhMJvIe4PJ-O9aoHG66AeSfX6CTYjHZbh5EXapXXsnv1NRBzNx64RsnmCCua-rB-75YKxndzshVOvJsFY_jnE_pU8/s1600/IMG_4260.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503208759609384498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcD6DinFac9-SEg3btQpJq9V20pOZb63grmlT4lZA-TtRiFAUPuzHHhMJvIe4PJ-O9aoHG66AeSfX6CTYjHZbh5EXapXXsnv1NRBzNx64RsnmCCua-rB-75YKxndzshVOvJsFY_jnE_pU8/s400/IMG_4260.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;">Driving the boat with Papa.<br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwpJ8n6SdKFquSKDl12RU0uJIICo0PsrinNQDGQAO7ULgLtXedpKN-1L88Y2sPq0Yt9yGDhFLhUzVsGt8h76gYI3IM1cYhrBgXKS3EpscSUdxWbuCzsWmffi6NqZTIsR_0ZGmMdbfe_Iil/s1600/IMG_4254.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503207439179502466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwpJ8n6SdKFquSKDl12RU0uJIICo0PsrinNQDGQAO7ULgLtXedpKN-1L88Y2sPq0Yt9yGDhFLhUzVsGt8h76gYI3IM1cYhrBgXKS3EpscSUdxWbuCzsWmffi6NqZTIsR_0ZGmMdbfe_Iil/s400/IMG_4254.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbp3t4wyUY1jGCJUb5FDmCYj4qWWSaYd1JsnU79oS1VTG49X9iSEITYyt1gWqZ5YGPe9ntRHQqqktcAiVL_SPt5QnlNJfYDDIW6qSyAafbr0YrBWDqj6paVAoRXWz3iskVkvBEJQfD-HaF/s1600/DSCI0118.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503207430418308098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbp3t4wyUY1jGCJUb5FDmCYj4qWWSaYd1JsnU79oS1VTG49X9iSEITYyt1gWqZ5YGPe9ntRHQqqktcAiVL_SPt5QnlNJfYDDIW6qSyAafbr0YrBWDqj6paVAoRXWz3iskVkvBEJQfD-HaF/s400/DSCI0118.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;">Cuddling up with a cozy fabric remnant. Totally her grandma's girl.<br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh86JCgftbf6fK14ooApLHqcK-tFUwg7bVLWNU_1NWUVHfKRN8oBACeXIiEsuVmivqBS13TtMK890OwUaAAe0bUYHITQPPFNIZefYN0xNeiH6a3FwP09rt8p5AUM6Ng8NxVrKmtFN9m7xjO/s1600/DSCI0117.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503207422470482434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh86JCgftbf6fK14ooApLHqcK-tFUwg7bVLWNU_1NWUVHfKRN8oBACeXIiEsuVmivqBS13TtMK890OwUaAAe0bUYHITQPPFNIZefYN0xNeiH6a3FwP09rt8p5AUM6Ng8NxVrKmtFN9m7xjO/s400/DSCI0117.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwIbb8EfKzuJ5Tl-RFkdJkJ0r2MxO0-y79vWIcan2yPTWdLIMNBMZrf5kC6g-hK5RzOIBl80FiFxfgOu2DDMbe3E5cSDyWWdQX-z0J8z6IG7ezphxtFCDpOCTau831Gd6yG_28PJL6c5eN/s1600/DSCI0115.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503205858962247842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwIbb8EfKzuJ5Tl-RFkdJkJ0r2MxO0-y79vWIcan2yPTWdLIMNBMZrf5kC6g-hK5RzOIBl80FiFxfgOu2DDMbe3E5cSDyWWdQX-z0J8z6IG7ezphxtFCDpOCTau831Gd6yG_28PJL6c5eN/s400/DSCI0115.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;">We made an impromptu stop when we found a firefighters museum on the way to our tour of the Culinary Institute of America. Molly has wanted to be a firefighter for probably a year or more. She loves them. So we couldn't pass it up. She had a fabulous time, but it kind of sabotaged the rest of our day. Lets just say that we didn't exactly get to enjoy our trip to the CIA which was the focus of the whole trip. Molly also threw a world class temper tantrum that I'm pretty sure got everyone within ear shot questioning my parenting skills. The things we do for our kids.<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVvBjiWZMJyBIMyXgi51AufVKTscVtwKzlfxdOMhyphenhyphen7JbaQbv1EvakvHr2w4NHkdeouXXFxWLlQ0c5TSzLbYnQixOHYkF8kCKGOfiGbvKD6t3oVgYrDoduWTknIcTVAEJmw_oD7QWwp2c0/s1600/DSCI0108.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503205849705417858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVvBjiWZMJyBIMyXgi51AufVKTscVtwKzlfxdOMhyphenhyphen7JbaQbv1EvakvHr2w4NHkdeouXXFxWLlQ0c5TSzLbYnQixOHYkF8kCKGOfiGbvKD6t3oVgYrDoduWTknIcTVAEJmw_oD7QWwp2c0/s400/DSCI0108.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggni3ASn7ymGe44RGHd42h3fMf5B13NSmjB13csF7VpF2tyONmbGN7D8C7EuBWfwI2p6RHpSY492rkHaDBIbp7V2fCLx9Pjg-nI56b1LXnWF34rseOVwI83BbJ9GjdX_tM3hJrMlWO1yCx/s1600/DSCI0094.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503205838192384946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggni3ASn7ymGe44RGHd42h3fMf5B13NSmjB13csF7VpF2tyONmbGN7D8C7EuBWfwI2p6RHpSY492rkHaDBIbp7V2fCLx9Pjg-nI56b1LXnWF34rseOVwI83BbJ9GjdX_tM3hJrMlWO1yCx/s400/DSCI0094.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;">Enjoying the ride from the bike trailer.<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSxfZ3TB4NzS1e8y_UBe5gVlcZyXAl9igFWm9Rsoi0-uS1WTt9TczyBUVpCkMwG-dj4FJR2ztCAui6XKAwA08VvPYxeLABlZfYuHTKC9Mndc-H-o7gP6Su6Jmn-AibhWDkHlyiKytzpin/s1600/DSCI0071.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503204137615994834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSxfZ3TB4NzS1e8y_UBe5gVlcZyXAl9igFWm9Rsoi0-uS1WTt9TczyBUVpCkMwG-dj4FJR2ztCAui6XKAwA08VvPYxeLABlZfYuHTKC9Mndc-H-o7gP6Su6Jmn-AibhWDkHlyiKytzpin/s400/DSCI0071.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;">Red faced and exhausted after our bike hike. She was such a trooper. It took us about an hour and a half to get to our picnic spot, and 20 minutes to get back to the car. Curteousy of the never ending hill we had to go up to get there. About half way through Ella pulls her bike over to the side of the path and says- I give up! Molly calls out from her cushy spot in the trailer- Don't give up sissy! We're almost there! She pulled through. I was proud of her. It was quite a long hike.<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhULqzinwi2E8A97MVzTWZLrBhMTFn8-vXU75lnPXd-oAJfLl1OMmbjPKhyiyXKX6kIrJnFcPehAGECsEr-aW4Pm8yl52yxQ1nQ6MEUSmnnB_-zkFq_qfSdVqLscC1EWsn6-F98ic6I56Tx/s1600/DSCI0046.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503204127952149794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhULqzinwi2E8A97MVzTWZLrBhMTFn8-vXU75lnPXd-oAJfLl1OMmbjPKhyiyXKX6kIrJnFcPehAGECsEr-aW4Pm8yl52yxQ1nQ6MEUSmnnB_-zkFq_qfSdVqLscC1EWsn6-F98ic6I56Tx/s400/DSCI0046.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;">Molly orders blue ice cream everywhere we go.<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_d92hjR12AayB_Kx4ycNR5o7shdI5isl-xbG4hyWaDvcaYaf7nW-O-oxoHskW1AKLT-V2wQWwxr8eAzufsu4okEq6uE8iNfbTiEZ9yB1Q4WtHxXo8rYAgL_jOovXxtqdFQNSP7b_cznPN/s1600/DSCI0043.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503204122450461954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_d92hjR12AayB_Kx4ycNR5o7shdI5isl-xbG4hyWaDvcaYaf7nW-O-oxoHskW1AKLT-V2wQWwxr8eAzufsu4okEq6uE8iNfbTiEZ9yB1Q4WtHxXo8rYAgL_jOovXxtqdFQNSP7b_cznPN/s400/DSCI0043.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;">Can you believe the size of these Sundaes?<br />We went to an ice cream shop near my parents house that was featured on Throwdown with Bobby Flay. Great ice cream. But the sundaes were huge!<br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix5tJRurAMRMAS3XohtM2OwNHqKzNVM-ONlhx0Istg05x5yiwv2Zk5OLNQH44bO5M79Mgs5RSlxSnqpYqvqksPShjS5c2Erysn-1NoZ0U5Oh8VR10aVkP7FSAoI_qPHwMYNJh56rOygYAD/s1600/DSCI0039.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503130777487386994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix5tJRurAMRMAS3XohtM2OwNHqKzNVM-ONlhx0Istg05x5yiwv2Zk5OLNQH44bO5M79Mgs5RSlxSnqpYqvqksPShjS5c2Erysn-1NoZ0U5Oh8VR10aVkP7FSAoI_qPHwMYNJh56rOygYAD/s400/DSCI0039.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;">Visiting the museum and playing doc.<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66SG-9-MkQPxXHNsnsyE7rH-UejaB1uACuMM9ZjoEuuCzD4qeiR0ylqyRApZhUP6_VKW7bmFRGNlHCU6gFE1hGR1t-ZYKd53cRx4HIDErrjy8wQWmIld8jml46gdrUz9vGnHuJ4lZMt7U/s1600/DSCI0037.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503130766259636610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66SG-9-MkQPxXHNsnsyE7rH-UejaB1uACuMM9ZjoEuuCzD4qeiR0ylqyRApZhUP6_VKW7bmFRGNlHCU6gFE1hGR1t-ZYKd53cRx4HIDErrjy8wQWmIld8jml46gdrUz9vGnHuJ4lZMt7U/s400/DSCI0037.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;">Ah.. there it is.<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiJ8dsqVE3SLiWhlifPCSr-3vX-EPB3Eq0AF2BTM0FJeCWMcMeWbgq-gSfM-DS3G3YlYL-vuhO-jEOBRS4xPVO0iR5mK4nB4Qbu-awnD8bV9GkJjv9XIXx0IJbJB4I2rz_e4IlnW_r0aQp/s1600/DSCI0032.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503130758968551154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiJ8dsqVE3SLiWhlifPCSr-3vX-EPB3Eq0AF2BTM0FJeCWMcMeWbgq-gSfM-DS3G3YlYL-vuhO-jEOBRS4xPVO0iR5mK4nB4Qbu-awnD8bV9GkJjv9XIXx0IJbJB4I2rz_e4IlnW_r0aQp/s400/DSCI0032.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;">Sporting Grandma's glasses and looking good.<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVvnsdVfolPl-_YCunTAJEMDmm-9NwlJQVjrQqkM2yEy9lcNMYXGkir5PyvsNspcI7wrZi20ngFWd76ktzbgA1Chds05c1hf8LU_dYplcJRTKwHpom20XnFNhmUWTLJsNIep7Ev3FsZV4/s1600/DSCI0026.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503128989487796258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVvnsdVfolPl-_YCunTAJEMDmm-9NwlJQVjrQqkM2yEy9lcNMYXGkir5PyvsNspcI7wrZi20ngFWd76ktzbgA1Chds05c1hf8LU_dYplcJRTKwHpom20XnFNhmUWTLJsNIep7Ev3FsZV4/s400/DSCI0026.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;">Molly looking so grown up.<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMH0PNLzDSGlnMV3ur21u6cpFpzkjEAHAMVbpboYJ5YQFM9X_vAK8AfJcfXxydOI_1mDSPYAjkDy4KdXP0UmOkVxb-s6UKAT0PvXqd1KBS180uXl1MeUGzNtAZte61AC4LwxVkBQvv6OHt/s1600/0728001231.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503128975576859810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMH0PNLzDSGlnMV3ur21u6cpFpzkjEAHAMVbpboYJ5YQFM9X_vAK8AfJcfXxydOI_1mDSPYAjkDy4KdXP0UmOkVxb-s6UKAT0PvXqd1KBS180uXl1MeUGzNtAZte61AC4LwxVkBQvv6OHt/s400/0728001231.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;">We visited Papa at school and got to play in the fountain.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKgPUVS-NPQAyolrSIIFE3WT6YpHwpRjcG_VyuGJYk8hyqzwZjt_7jYE5K7C7z9El9-08OKbYniieUfUMh7MZpHEIdlMG4dP2aOt1w8gHLux2nsz4bylQrOk7XARXiottWgAyjw4QTomNf/s1600/0722001922b.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503128969595553698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKgPUVS-NPQAyolrSIIFE3WT6YpHwpRjcG_VyuGJYk8hyqzwZjt_7jYE5K7C7z9El9-08OKbYniieUfUMh7MZpHEIdlMG4dP2aOt1w8gHLux2nsz4bylQrOk7XARXiottWgAyjw4QTomNf/s400/0722001922b.jpg" /></span></a></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">Love this picture. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#000000;">We were able to enjoy a nice long summer vacation. We started out on our annual Waddington family camping trip- always a good time. We got rained out on the last night and ended up at a hotel (where Ella discovered and fell in love with the A&E show Billy the Exterminator...) but it just added to the fun. The girls and I went back to NY with my parents and got to spend two weeks there. We had beautiful weather. My parents found a bike for Ella on Craigs List, and she wanted to ride bikes every chance she got. They spent a lot of time on the trampoline. They would wake me up at 7:00am and ask- Can we go on the trampoline? They loved spending time with their Grandma, Papa, and Uncle Ikes. We were so glad to be able to spend this time with</span> them.</span> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-86437101258184584222010-07-15T09:17:00.004-05:002010-07-15T09:25:56.127-05:00Getting My Craft On<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr4HNncCNjIQzSGjMcqjG0tfrmCXMVN-VCyK68w0xTT5o8IniVjnwq1UlWaNKhnpFZ93LG6NUMFVJIhg6XmD8vVi_RC5HUchYvn4cqPVCGMKiHy7C2b0X9I26evKwpmO8mhLfCVKD5Hfi3/s1600/037.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494138270717981874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr4HNncCNjIQzSGjMcqjG0tfrmCXMVN-VCyK68w0xTT5o8IniVjnwq1UlWaNKhnpFZ93LG6NUMFVJIhg6XmD8vVi_RC5HUchYvn4cqPVCGMKiHy7C2b0X9I26evKwpmO8mhLfCVKD5Hfi3/s400/037.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqGvpB4hyphenhyphenJpvfkzpjVbzwLO0smoXZLXUogzjhOXCK4qtgdNwKNFWmYp31bOEVOFbAQSOuY5THyH056NZIIwblBYU4UMI-MD6nVKePmGZNWG_0TX6j7uSkEgCxhwOPDxuseiRBlqKNRFnOD/s1600/038.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494138246834535346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqGvpB4hyphenhyphenJpvfkzpjVbzwLO0smoXZLXUogzjhOXCK4qtgdNwKNFWmYp31bOEVOFbAQSOuY5THyH056NZIIwblBYU4UMI-MD6nVKePmGZNWG_0TX6j7uSkEgCxhwOPDxuseiRBlqKNRFnOD/s400/038.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXxQptdDyVveeq_xw-RAXjr8WHmLoNcr7hbZbtyyJoPA5dSoGuwrMQnshpFzTHCYwIgOKQ9CoTEYJHof8O-MM_3ej53ym2_C_sEDdAmYNsJ1z_iW4zo_6M2KnsFtLX-zrvMUbEgUrpCQYS/s1600/039.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494138235854378546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXxQptdDyVveeq_xw-RAXjr8WHmLoNcr7hbZbtyyJoPA5dSoGuwrMQnshpFzTHCYwIgOKQ9CoTEYJHof8O-MM_3ej53ym2_C_sEDdAmYNsJ1z_iW4zo_6M2KnsFtLX-zrvMUbEgUrpCQYS/s400/039.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#ffffff;">So I've spent a lot of time perusing the craft blogs lately for fun and fabulous baby stuff, and I came across these little shirts. I thought it would be cute to make matching ones for all three girlies. I love to get crafty, but my sewing skills are pretty spotty. So ignore the less than perfect stitching. But other then that, I thought they turned out pretty cute. On to the next craft!</span></div></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-23463534993216884372010-07-08T18:01:00.004-05:002010-07-08T18:37:54.570-05:00Fourth of July<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQOvybWtCGpnv3oDrTwoPs8-1X2yRiP2m8iwbZ40Qccs_SB6Y-RI2VDB-gCaxu3kQSP8pzgMDq8vRGq-Y2bUdLb9eEQ3iFB4lA_D2Et_koTxc71HtMFUxRRpmcy6FEniPEuiB1YapcGD5N/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491677684790961906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQOvybWtCGpnv3oDrTwoPs8-1X2yRiP2m8iwbZ40Qccs_SB6Y-RI2VDB-gCaxu3kQSP8pzgMDq8vRGq-Y2bUdLb9eEQ3iFB4lA_D2Et_koTxc71HtMFUxRRpmcy6FEniPEuiB1YapcGD5N/s400/007.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">my little firecrackers</span></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafbnt0dzljYk2f2jEbeaKDyvz1ZWqbJpv2PBAWgind1oP6beo5ilHaHspa9dAyRGRdClK1qD3MynaGHWN1ezG9aOyiXHZr_0F714hrp-VfQACgRo79RHotOpG0LV_wuPyiZ9zcX5w_1ap/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491677679924627410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafbnt0dzljYk2f2jEbeaKDyvz1ZWqbJpv2PBAWgind1oP6beo5ilHaHspa9dAyRGRdClK1qD3MynaGHWN1ezG9aOyiXHZr_0F714hrp-VfQACgRo79RHotOpG0LV_wuPyiZ9zcX5w_1ap/s400/009.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">daddy and ella</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkaaU0H04_hgauriptsHYNI7aXny4V2vKevLE3FBIipti1ERfiGPi7G4q8TmdtAXk3v_IgzNNWCwEQdQ2cstGsBPbfeBPATzpScxYp1BW0fx96hdLJDkZTfp3em2xzd_Bc203EgPPZF1Q8/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491676475366039218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkaaU0H04_hgauriptsHYNI7aXny4V2vKevLE3FBIipti1ERfiGPi7G4q8TmdtAXk3v_IgzNNWCwEQdQ2cstGsBPbfeBPATzpScxYp1BW0fx96hdLJDkZTfp3em2xzd_Bc203EgPPZF1Q8/s400/012.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">enjoying the spoils of the parade</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83FTn4nalL9E-cz4zjEc5ywIUYy1zfU_YnJKkSMUwPuzs94qImwjHwhnk3MfnbjmMpGxXtnzZpkrayIKNOF9c1C3FF1_cWR_iwfPDomp2DOAD8BS9msPFCngZtFY2fufjsiVeVXSn1tOQ/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491676464741359218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83FTn4nalL9E-cz4zjEc5ywIUYy1zfU_YnJKkSMUwPuzs94qImwjHwhnk3MfnbjmMpGxXtnzZpkrayIKNOF9c1C3FF1_cWR_iwfPDomp2DOAD8BS9msPFCngZtFY2fufjsiVeVXSn1tOQ/s400/014.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">enjoying one of the highlights of the fourth of july</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio9vmbZnEfPGxPgdvsQVCoXbqBGsKEGSh9aHOYklrIsH1cEBE8ikelepk0XCaMYaQCdklMKXzuSXSAQCjjwEyHRw_umn7LF4JqHODqDrMiwhIOI8dltc4an5a0dYqF5qvjx1Vu20Rf8rqK/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491676462376413954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio9vmbZnEfPGxPgdvsQVCoXbqBGsKEGSh9aHOYklrIsH1cEBE8ikelepk0XCaMYaQCdklMKXzuSXSAQCjjwEyHRw_umn7LF4JqHODqDrMiwhIOI8dltc4an5a0dYqF5qvjx1Vu20Rf8rqK/s400/015.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">seriously, do sparklers ever get old? i think not.</span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCPXG9W_V2_0ITjea7JmLrb2QKtj7YcWARuS34uaxZ4ooNmKntnw2Ok7wZNStRo6Z50Tdo_0QIqtigzvixbVxgRK2lxheS2Vy93uIVOjStjo4EzJskg387jqCDJYDrpxRJK5bshZlpW1H/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491675513663635810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCPXG9W_V2_0ITjea7JmLrb2QKtj7YcWARuS34uaxZ4ooNmKntnw2Ok7wZNStRo6Z50Tdo_0QIqtigzvixbVxgRK2lxheS2Vy93uIVOjStjo4EzJskg387jqCDJYDrpxRJK5bshZlpW1H/s400/020.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">watching the neighbors fireworks. we were too cheap to buy our own..</span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilhBaPrnofJZi1bjraAo-wnNkY8yrDotAhLlNoqx8BDgGyDas20u1iAmQowO_neZJlstr_rie8Ns1zkcXzQyEkCen9oZRdaRbuwbwKsPrb4p3f75qbqjdwkxbH5qRZtNMN5oPj__Oh4_K1/s1600/022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491675510099038866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilhBaPrnofJZi1bjraAo-wnNkY8yrDotAhLlNoqx8BDgGyDas20u1iAmQowO_neZJlstr_rie8Ns1zkcXzQyEkCen9oZRdaRbuwbwKsPrb4p3f75qbqjdwkxbH5qRZtNMN5oPj__Oh4_K1/s400/022.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">according to dad, the holidays require soda. no comment.</span><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4F06XB31QN53XFnfcBml6cp42VQYCiWkezzHYPN1ht020MlTvKb9E80KGQG0ehLgy6mrEHJ1U5gkfR5AIJH5YOEr-oZJ1RjGnOnVGlsyUq4TNT8KCSAv_H0a_zClBSDOo2s_30MwLQzI/s1600/024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491675501096514898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4F06XB31QN53XFnfcBml6cp42VQYCiWkezzHYPN1ht020MlTvKb9E80KGQG0ehLgy6mrEHJ1U5gkfR5AIJH5YOEr-oZJ1RjGnOnVGlsyUq4TNT8KCSAv_H0a_zClBSDOo2s_30MwLQzI/s400/024.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> Happy 4th! We had a last minute visit from Todd's parents, so we got to enjoy most of the holiday with them and our Smith cousins. We went to a parade on Saturday, and then caught the Delaware firework show on Sunday night. We had a great time. Surprisingly, Molly was tired of the fireworks after about 30 seconds. It was a 30 minute show. She spent the rest of the time climbing on people or smacking her cousins on the head. I think she would have been happier with her own box of sparklers. We were putting the used sparklers in a bucket of water. When we ran out Molly said- just dry them off. Then we'll have some more. I love three-year-old logic. The girls loved the parade so much that they wanted to put on their own parade when they got home. They decorated their wagon with flags they made themselves, then wrote poems and made 4th of July bracelets to hand out to people. It was very sweet. Now it's just up to me to take them around the neighborhood. I'm starting to wish I knew my neighbors..</span></div></div></div><br /></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-32735748782538361202010-07-01T20:55:00.003-05:002010-07-01T21:30:32.110-05:00happy birthday to ella...and a couple of pierced ears<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhoJuGBPqJ0pWRPBZYqHafmjS0sWQken8gvdYXHR9vdq4SmI6FcmooN5JXsV3XN4gT2BUkDG0d2NhaUXJjcl16z8RHrRENE1WwERW0BXEcwjCuBK38lAUQ5LZkW9utWNQIEz5u1lukGcVx/s1600/045.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489123205579251634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhoJuGBPqJ0pWRPBZYqHafmjS0sWQken8gvdYXHR9vdq4SmI6FcmooN5JXsV3XN4gT2BUkDG0d2NhaUXJjcl16z8RHrRENE1WwERW0BXEcwjCuBK38lAUQ5LZkW9utWNQIEz5u1lukGcVx/s400/045.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> so very proud</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgLq40JYql8vgWMImy5SvHsIRrms9VKXISIrxndEFtC-EkNYOZPxx5PsQKtIpYCMdiyoliy7v5-vlbqjnuFNGnZCzL-VqQLZlhnKlg5-i84nN2wPbJvHazeUO3gqwDlR_ddrwnacCqfufD/s1600/040.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489123197912778034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgLq40JYql8vgWMImy5SvHsIRrms9VKXISIrxndEFtC-EkNYOZPxx5PsQKtIpYCMdiyoliy7v5-vlbqjnuFNGnZCzL-VqQLZlhnKlg5-i84nN2wPbJvHazeUO3gqwDlR_ddrwnacCqfufD/s400/040.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">make a wish... (her wish was that she could have her birthday every day. technically, you're not supposed to tell or it won't come true, but i'm not sure that's what's going to hold her back on this one).</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhirs2GAx0qoSoHW1jdjaYJx42Y8jYfLuGdRpE_62Uj9LamCqHytrR3dU9YykTsguLY4bUtf4QeEJqV2goBDVq4FDNyA_LzeGxpnIKuSAd209onjgFnqdcbgaOngUDJgu8EIJVmib80ocT2/s1600/039.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489122418616522594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhirs2GAx0qoSoHW1jdjaYJx42Y8jYfLuGdRpE_62Uj9LamCqHytrR3dU9YykTsguLY4bUtf4QeEJqV2goBDVq4FDNyA_LzeGxpnIKuSAd209onjgFnqdcbgaOngUDJgu8EIJVmib80ocT2/s400/039.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9VfXEI2Gi5T_s6X4cG6I1UYNTAyy5pNCN7ZHOXzs-JvRz_HcBsQUg4ybJuYIjZTerXAylyqaoiTRlfgsNoL3tPN3OguQggnaNbCExRImbMeAB8x5iig1_JNdi5KyAm3iUt3BaTMA2_v8E/s1600/034.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489122406789243746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9VfXEI2Gi5T_s6X4cG6I1UYNTAyy5pNCN7ZHOXzs-JvRz_HcBsQUg4ybJuYIjZTerXAylyqaoiTRlfgsNoL3tPN3OguQggnaNbCExRImbMeAB8x5iig1_JNdi5KyAm3iUt3BaTMA2_v8E/s400/034.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> so my little girl turned 6 yesterday. it was a great day for all. due to the fact that the last of her little friends moved last week, we had to forgo a party this year in favor of some quality family time. the original plan was to take the girls to toy story 3, then over to build-a-bear before heading to red robin for dinner. we had an AMC movie gift card that had been collecting dust since christmas. however, because yesterday was the opening day of a certain vampire movie, AMC decided that all 20 screens needed to be playing that movie all day long. seriously? so her birthday became a two-day hurrah. we did the movie and build-a-bear on tuesday, and then yesterday we went to the pool and then dinner with daddy at red robin. but before we made it to dinner, ella had one more birthday request. to get her sisters ears pierced. they were so cute talking about it, and ella convincing her sister that it didn't hurt, and she would look so pretty... that i went with it. and they really do look cute on her. so it was a big day for all. ella insisted on making her own cupcakes this year. she really is growing up so fast. i have loved having her home from school. i don't know how i'm going to function when school starts in september. she is such a big helper and such a sweet girl to have around all day. she and molly have really started enjoying each other, and spend most of their free time entertaining each other. ella loves all things girlie. she loves the idea of being a big girl. she is constantly doing things to make her family happy. she's a great little artist, loves doing art projects, and reading books. she is affectionate, thoughtful and loving, and i feel so blessed to be her mom. happy birthday pretty girl! we love you.</span></div><br /></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-79169148029471060862010-07-01T14:30:00.010-05:002010-07-01T21:29:42.369-05:00Water Fun<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBAiz3u6oFvcvNuq1pHi6FWNTsBjDzpv1mH2_vQHekRs3oFnTReCWVtEWrjZquIxz70kvtAfyU9Bv60oJ4pZujs_9MdS0Wa0vlDhPKjivlsteuRYWRk0KflQWHZ2FnrvHp-xP7LT5o4PfB/s1600/028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489119895474993938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBAiz3u6oFvcvNuq1pHi6FWNTsBjDzpv1mH2_vQHekRs3oFnTReCWVtEWrjZquIxz70kvtAfyU9Bv60oJ4pZujs_9MdS0Wa0vlDhPKjivlsteuRYWRk0KflQWHZ2FnrvHp-xP7LT5o4PfB/s400/028.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> fun at the dublin splash pad</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDdJchZoEJP20UglGPvXSUn5rGpDqm-WaNcAxhEOzUu6y7-06JNMe8lVtZv3pepeqdfu-XHF8kf-CpzxjboX-ijJcflFCiatSxzhcDUalSigQ5tDgW1UPPTHnzsxwb44ZcwPV9qa_Fae06/s1600/027.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489119887693353106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDdJchZoEJP20UglGPvXSUn5rGpDqm-WaNcAxhEOzUu6y7-06JNMe8lVtZv3pepeqdfu-XHF8kf-CpzxjboX-ijJcflFCiatSxzhcDUalSigQ5tDgW1UPPTHnzsxwb44ZcwPV9qa_Fae06/s400/027.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zPJbKeYmY96DOI3g8ZgARp4-fB4QQt7gO5k97m3p3O_Wh1vbyXPLFyC6Yd-AueUoJL8qP4x6KVW_vtikiKpmyS2XfNeIo5BiRL0HGBg_Mq-Z2V-9REGMM9AkyPZsWOuIphI4YcPC1mnj/s1600/024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489118886259635586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zPJbKeYmY96DOI3g8ZgARp4-fB4QQt7gO5k97m3p3O_Wh1vbyXPLFyC6Yd-AueUoJL8qP4x6KVW_vtikiKpmyS2XfNeIo5BiRL0HGBg_Mq-Z2V-9REGMM9AkyPZsWOuIphI4YcPC1mnj/s400/024.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">making time for a sisterly hug</span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_o00vUmy27Q8smnxOwHioprcSUcP1Qn-fxGEAqeq2Ubsd8XIZ5fb673c-MpZXde9YMfu6z5f5cXQQGGg7xcLoJQnm8Oy-bSdWJKS0pXeIV4cYmDCg4TMlzAvuLf9ZkmZKPexaYw9bcXCM/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489118412830436306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_o00vUmy27Q8smnxOwHioprcSUcP1Qn-fxGEAqeq2Ubsd8XIZ5fb673c-MpZXde9YMfu6z5f5cXQQGGg7xcLoJQnm8Oy-bSdWJKS0pXeIV4cYmDCg4TMlzAvuLf9ZkmZKPexaYw9bcXCM/s400/021.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOkF-d-dVKa0Rgo_wVzJCg6Y8CwexvqvOibKx28imUbEGXQlp74ROOYNnfpLeYbGwHQGOUZWbRIzH9iQOTCBaFvb0d7Kes6e2n8qv2CfcsC60UGzoT4v-HpwyaBdUsOewJGRMK5QmgzKFq/s1600/019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476306590917885634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ0Uw5qHJU9kNMUmDVuU5C_rRTQR137r0WWJgFE9vZ4iLvBzUG9t9aDsQcQyKQTblir5-XxZHOFkom8xQujMnwXkGZuHnRKKHyirqsb8GneKuJgsCjqHYTQr_SvyoDdZaOmSjvLU0zITCs/s400/002.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgftAX-w04hK5R8sogT-TdwwLvroHPEGVnbWQTyhTT3ZE4oAmW-nbRvsSxtn2EFsvpvlXD0Cnqx7ziE_WRajb2VwIXrVVcD_PEmay6ualYNJiona8hEC_Wmw8o8_u_yPSGQ-qoQJ3ZUpFUJ/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476306587370212850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgftAX-w04hK5R8sogT-TdwwLvroHPEGVnbWQTyhTT3ZE4oAmW-nbRvsSxtn2EFsvpvlXD0Cnqx7ziE_WRajb2VwIXrVVcD_PEmay6ualYNJiona8hEC_Wmw8o8_u_yPSGQ-qoQJ3ZUpFUJ/s400/001.JPG" /></a> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">I had the oppurtunity (with help from my parents, Todd and great friends) to take a solo trip out to Utah to visit my grandparents and my brother Eric, his wife Holly, and their darling new baby Rylee. It was so refreshing to be able to have a few days off to just relax and enjoy my vacation. I also got to see a couple of old friends from high school, which is always a treat. I spent most of my time cuddling Rylee. She is my first niece on my side. She is a tiny, sweet, happy little ball of a person- and I can only pray that number three is as easy as she is. I think I've earned it. </span></div></div></div></div></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-16950002151418184762010-05-26T19:11:00.009-05:002010-05-26T19:33:20.692-05:00It's a....<div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">GIRL!! </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Yep, girl number three is on the way. I really didn't care what the gender was, so I wasn't necessarily disappointed or excited to begin with. Todd admitted later that he was pretty disappointed it wasn't a boy. But he's coming to terms with it. :) Both of the girls are thrilled. They both wanted another sister. When I asked Molly the morning before the ultrasound what she thought the baby was going to be she said- "it's a girl." I said- "Well, what if it's a boy? Would that be okay?" And she said- "But it's a girl." So I guess she knew something we didn't. When I asked Ella what she wanted she said- "A girl. We don't have any boy clothes or boy toys, so what would we do if we had a boy? We only have girl stuff." Very logical. I'm starting to get pretty excited. I'm a pretty big fan of the girls I have, so why not add another?</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></span></span></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-34854028093425632842010-05-03T15:24:00.003-05:002010-05-03T15:51:29.819-05:00Keeping Busy<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8_DehSQeSmKvhwRKe78GDdgU6F2zsw0IrbPU8D22X1a8guZWnB5UMxLxIUXvaIrHGMJ3JWmBJIEhUONHp52W4pFxpe8hkZiDZN7YTh-sX1r8eQ1n7yFjT_59bE1t63gulsknlp7eMglZB/s1600/189.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467143311642580482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8_DehSQeSmKvhwRKe78GDdgU6F2zsw0IrbPU8D22X1a8guZWnB5UMxLxIUXvaIrHGMJ3JWmBJIEhUONHp52W4pFxpe8hkZiDZN7YTh-sX1r8eQ1n7yFjT_59bE1t63gulsknlp7eMglZB/s400/189.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> Mmmm... whipped topping for breakfast.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgzfaIKx2cJi7ianEMi_dK7ynQEbZTqCTpody9UdU8ekgljwtmFqpKMuxEFqM7Hdg101hrgzX9_FB_1x8X6dAgpfIaECxUTkHUQEM6f0P_SsNS67R72YyWcEl_vEVGXKyUZ9ibzI7hrxBZ/s1600/187.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467143309106218002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgzfaIKx2cJi7ianEMi_dK7ynQEbZTqCTpody9UdU8ekgljwtmFqpKMuxEFqM7Hdg101hrgzX9_FB_1x8X6dAgpfIaECxUTkHUQEM6f0P_SsNS67R72YyWcEl_vEVGXKyUZ9ibzI7hrxBZ/s400/187.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">Too bad Mom came down and caught me. I was just getting started. Looks like its back to the oatmeal bowl for me.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH1Y2_RPSNi4K1OiQB_GDQWKW9OzAIonFlMHownJRWDBWed2Rxwsgt8MF4c0qB2h5CaqPYZlm7oJpZmBbUZETbrydhiKH_adDp85cRaw7VnfKqeMxkhAqLtc_-ipOuruoEyPNErbHwHnpa/s1600/184.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467143300466985218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH1Y2_RPSNi4K1OiQB_GDQWKW9OzAIonFlMHownJRWDBWed2Rxwsgt8MF4c0qB2h5CaqPYZlm7oJpZmBbUZETbrydhiKH_adDp85cRaw7VnfKqeMxkhAqLtc_-ipOuruoEyPNErbHwHnpa/s400/184.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">Here we have a case of ketchup painting. In her defense, I did for once forget to specifically ask her to NOT paint herself with her lunch. I did remember to ask her not to paint the table or the television, and she was quick to point out the fact that she did not paint those things. I didn't say she couldn't paint her face. That day. I didn't get a full body shot either- She effectively covered her arms and legs as well. Who knew you could get so much coverage from one little squirt of ketchup?</span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiLh9eeZ3Movv-pOgqi_vBq2sWaDzbAbeUmoc1Jc1Rx_Wx0Hlajx5agHA_mfx_iiZmvDA3M1X1X3zV7zpALaxGAr4_E_x4J8v9u_gTxJVqW3Si_puT5R0E0OPxE9H9CA-4zO4c_P831Smq/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467143294272107266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiLh9eeZ3Movv-pOgqi_vBq2sWaDzbAbeUmoc1Jc1Rx_Wx0Hlajx5agHA_mfx_iiZmvDA3M1X1X3zV7zpALaxGAr4_E_x4J8v9u_gTxJVqW3Si_puT5R0E0OPxE9H9CA-4zO4c_P831Smq/s400/004.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwNm5SwTeXK83u4IkXqvy-xCbTh4_4ovHiutDhoTsXzzleyfP68h9h9CKWW48ldt9IQ0nRAzLnX4B2Hp0YweMR2pa7QC3HsNLzXta7vsQFkwa-pWF3El4A7XWWRe6rvkSDTTUnEYyc9vww/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467143287089435010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwNm5SwTeXK83u4IkXqvy-xCbTh4_4ovHiutDhoTsXzzleyfP68h9h9CKWW48ldt9IQ0nRAzLnX4B2Hp0YweMR2pa7QC3HsNLzXta7vsQFkwa-pWF3El4A7XWWRe6rvkSDTTUnEYyc9vww/s400/002.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> Molly is perpetually busy. I like to think that instead of being naughty, she's just really busy. Depends on the day and my mood. Sometimes I swear she's doing something naughty just to see me lose it. If I keep my cool, that's one point for me. So she'll try something else the next day. It keeps things interesting. Here we have a case of me coming downstairs after my shower to find her sticking toothpicks into bottles of food coloring. ??? I could maybe understand that if I had just used the food coloring. And it had gotten her wheels turning. But no, I haven't used them in months. She's just very talented and finding messy things to do. Have I mentioned how much I love that girl?</span></div></div><br /></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-32436428718480569212010-04-13T18:50:00.003-05:002010-04-13T19:06:09.038-05:00Wisdom beyond her years...<span style="color:#ffffcc;">Yesterday Ella was watching a show on Food Network with me. There was a husband and wife cooking together (which is a new concept to Ella). She said- Mom, is that the Dad that is cooking with the Mom? And I said yes. She said- why is he doing that? I said- because they both love to cook, and they love each other, so they like doing that together. You should marry someone who likes to cook. She says- But you didn't? I kind of laughed and said -no. Her response- So you got what you got. Such true words from such a small girl! In Daddy's defense Molly came back with- Daddy knows how to cook hot dogs in the microwave! We appreciate Todd for all the things he does for us- cooking just isn't one of them!!</span>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-5664833037976824102010-01-11T21:03:00.002-05:002010-01-11T21:38:08.491-05:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOLLY!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbMWhbh5ZKaj2L_vXcRchqHjjMAK_UO0BPJjRX4bTUWCLupc8bK3KzmVaYYb5ttj1Q2QjDE9cRcXe2v2hoF4MXRUV9u-x9GK8nnmdkeLgN4q89m1vbLwCVSrAmQDsfNKUkOVPb4wdwndpS/s1600-h/037.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425669213221966642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbMWhbh5ZKaj2L_vXcRchqHjjMAK_UO0BPJjRX4bTUWCLupc8bK3KzmVaYYb5ttj1Q2QjDE9cRcXe2v2hoF4MXRUV9u-x9GK8nnmdkeLgN4q89m1vbLwCVSrAmQDsfNKUkOVPb4wdwndpS/s400/037.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQCx82nJUcYgrhZ-MPYjDlGQGkDrVU_vQvNZ7_IKhyHI8SwE84nZGI4Dp1cQIXA00lZi8Oj8JBDdiAH969GqQr1GLE3ZfqZy2TkQVkm804ZjcU8IhppfA97IHQi47JMvaU_yT5b7245R2/s1600-h/043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425669209375610354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQCx82nJUcYgrhZ-MPYjDlGQGkDrVU_vQvNZ7_IKhyHI8SwE84nZGI4Dp1cQIXA00lZi8Oj8JBDdiAH969GqQr1GLE3ZfqZy2TkQVkm804ZjcU8IhppfA97IHQi47JMvaU_yT5b7245R2/s400/043.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY7ktWsVblcCV3C-RGjqFHnkNLaoidBC9qrjX6lQRe2G_V8DsL4iHwZJkXngkrecBAP4ykGxoTlpIFJbsnOUyb0GK4oek4HeU5FGoplOl4MTJOXmsIrKWLEn6grbgOXtwwOBA7sNqv8zi_/s1600-h/051.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425669206755923186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY7ktWsVblcCV3C-RGjqFHnkNLaoidBC9qrjX6lQRe2G_V8DsL4iHwZJkXngkrecBAP4ykGxoTlpIFJbsnOUyb0GK4oek4HeU5FGoplOl4MTJOXmsIrKWLEn6grbgOXtwwOBA7sNqv8zi_/s400/051.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEN0-293l01YpV_0VtRBz7BFe3SB3NXla6xE-jAsGEQzw3eZ53Z2Lx2BN2DulUCDdWSTbEry4ZPeZz4LkTsz2-TMAEqTuFnCNRrrtHQef8Hlu4bavzo_ShXzPQGzpHN2PZ_70y4BjnUw1H/s1600-h/048.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425669202908723602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEN0-293l01YpV_0VtRBz7BFe3SB3NXla6xE-jAsGEQzw3eZ53Z2Lx2BN2DulUCDdWSTbEry4ZPeZz4LkTsz2-TMAEqTuFnCNRrrtHQef8Hlu4bavzo_ShXzPQGzpHN2PZ_70y4BjnUw1H/s400/048.JPG" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkjy9rJczDdj0DlzxNNVk38bB1zMVpfR_TraiQp-h1DkygO0vNzdX21N6HfO6aVPFDc-7sZ7uPuMv0b7TX8qrglz8OeODq3ExJSWmZDdVbzO4qKmzQMuT6TGiBjFLf9oHCg6_IWaP_V9Af/s1600-h/030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425669198760297538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkjy9rJczDdj0DlzxNNVk38bB1zMVpfR_TraiQp-h1DkygO0vNzdX21N6HfO6aVPFDc-7sZ7uPuMv0b7TX8qrglz8OeODq3ExJSWmZDdVbzO4qKmzQMuT6TGiBjFLf9oHCg6_IWaP_V9Af/s400/030.JPG" /></a> We celebrated another year with our sweet little Moose. She turned three on Friday! It was a great day. She wanted a beach party, so we did it up the best we could- considering it was about 5 degrees outside. She also designed her own cake. When I asked her what kind of cake she wanted for her birthday, she said she wanted a Super Moose cake. When I asked her what a Super Moose cake looked like, she said- it has blue frosting with M&M's on it. So she helped me put the whole thing together, and she was very proud of it. Here are a few things about Molly to help you to get to know her a little bit:</div><div>She calls herself Moose- which I think is hilarious.</div><div>She wants to be a firefighter when she grows up.</div><div>Her favorite color is blue.</div><div>She loves to help Mommy in the kitchen.</div><div>She loves to wrestle with Daddy.</div><div>She loves being tickled.</div><div>She is a mischief maker. :)</div><div>Her favorite foods are pizza and candy.</div><div>She is very affectionate.</div><div>She is constantly making us laugh.</div><div>Her word of the moment is poo-poo. Evidently adding poo-poo to the end of any sentence makes it hilarious. </div><div>She loves nursery. Every time the word 'amen' is said during sacrament meeting she says (very loudly) AMEN- now is it time for nursery?</div><div>She is completely unique and fun and wonderful. She brings such joy to our family. I feel so lucky to be her mommy!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-37197820679197799552010-01-03T16:15:00.002-05:002010-01-03T16:37:44.478-05:00My (Naughty) Little Artist<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsu7k70uc69pgu58wLPyE2pt6bO2BcPo3bQ22RYqNGw4nmbXVZAgLH2WyU0xOhM8Qgpp-Nh1Ig0_cppuGMHYcPc7T9HA9GSl7KuuPTwEXK-TQlaq7EcKe8ZmzDbEp6_ZUNV_FKT9Iq3BL/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422626114529333970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsu7k70uc69pgu58wLPyE2pt6bO2BcPo3bQ22RYqNGw4nmbXVZAgLH2WyU0xOhM8Qgpp-Nh1Ig0_cppuGMHYcPc7T9HA9GSl7KuuPTwEXK-TQlaq7EcKe8ZmzDbEp6_ZUNV_FKT9Iq3BL/s400/014.JPG" /></a> She was caught in the act of brightening up Cole's ear canal..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFO8xLNY3nnxJ7hmC-lFuT1aMfGVHugf0cgFVsw8uQGbAlHWxj9VQDLm0PxyzxDcCIom-AHBJqtXeKaVZRZEzKan0iPeCx_6mVSNwWEMhRVpGzOaUbZyVYqQKOw3DPRBMAcz1iKTsdYW6C/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422626108298823986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFO8xLNY3nnxJ7hmC-lFuT1aMfGVHugf0cgFVsw8uQGbAlHWxj9VQDLm0PxyzxDcCIom-AHBJqtXeKaVZRZEzKan0iPeCx_6mVSNwWEMhRVpGzOaUbZyVYqQKOw3DPRBMAcz1iKTsdYW6C/s400/009.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiys6zuw0W1e_E0GkZL_PFwgwT3_9kmw4ajQ23AL4ELdy3fFXzBGYxqU3vuG6rQfIsWfiSvQZOoyBB2KF7zrExBowKDUJmrN2M26i07Q0BULBVHmN-VtzbHwehW03gbDQOGtP_bzig7Ydb6/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422626104534381618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiys6zuw0W1e_E0GkZL_PFwgwT3_9kmw4ajQ23AL4ELdy3fFXzBGYxqU3vuG6rQfIsWfiSvQZOoyBB2KF7zrExBowKDUJmrN2M26i07Q0BULBVHmN-VtzbHwehW03gbDQOGtP_bzig7Ydb6/s400/015.JPG" /></a>Molly proudly showing off her work of art... Cole.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-DlK_3O3Tce25rbCsB3w60YN3tp_TJAl8dp8WuYhs12OM1Tu_t0Z9j4ATKq0YBJm0hGicKRzjfnKqfnAIZd6Teiwao5-2F_hsRdzZ-vUBc-80901SU-vJ2B4Hy73iRJeGYb6o0a7Xw_VC/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422626100957130434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-DlK_3O3Tce25rbCsB3w60YN3tp_TJAl8dp8WuYhs12OM1Tu_t0Z9j4ATKq0YBJm0hGicKRzjfnKqfnAIZd6Teiwao5-2F_hsRdzZ-vUBc-80901SU-vJ2B4Hy73iRJeGYb6o0a7Xw_VC/s400/013.JPG" /></a> What can I say about my sweet little Molly? She has a knack for mischief. She can find it in the most unlikely of places. She is always one step ahead of me. She thinks of things I would never think of. Examples: Painting my bedroom walls with a shampoo/lotion mixture, painting my hardwood floors with sunblock, and most recently... painting her best bud Cole with fingernail polish. Now, it seems like this child just needs some... paint. And an acceptable place to put it. But no, that would be too easy. It loses its appeal. Luckily, Cole was a good sport. Not everyone has the chops to put up with our Molly! </div></div><br /></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-7578063338787093312010-01-03T16:08:00.002-05:002010-01-03T16:14:30.635-05:00Sleepin' Sisters<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEWWdO6WuE0t-xVcSjYzjm_XUWMiCQzL97MD0u5YBdTo2WDg6QP0n4uJBMQ8FEwfYj9jGjIlqDuarn8-uB2GSGtzfsVjIkeWiWtztjmlEnu1zNOSaXOcCNJV8-sHjr5Ed9qtin3_tMeLoo/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422624303998614738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEWWdO6WuE0t-xVcSjYzjm_XUWMiCQzL97MD0u5YBdTo2WDg6QP0n4uJBMQ8FEwfYj9jGjIlqDuarn8-uB2GSGtzfsVjIkeWiWtztjmlEnu1zNOSaXOcCNJV8-sHjr5Ed9qtin3_tMeLoo/s400/003.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2tRAoNTDpNovc4BdkM5rnhnhFL-snBzNmD5H4ZMHj_gYcpMsUYXah-KDK64fz_hUY320BFZV77Y8SQxtvgrcM-sQS9SFfleqjmPhpTDP6L5hKEojoXeApcx1ThhJI4j4eQadM3iEHyHmH/s1600-h/047.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422624296863031458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2tRAoNTDpNovc4BdkM5rnhnhFL-snBzNmD5H4ZMHj_gYcpMsUYXah-KDK64fz_hUY320BFZV77Y8SQxtvgrcM-sQS9SFfleqjmPhpTDP6L5hKEojoXeApcx1ThhJI4j4eQadM3iEHyHmH/s400/047.JPG" /></a> These are a couple of pictures we've taken lately after finding the girls fast asleep in each other's arms. So sweet... </div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-8451929048860450202009-12-27T12:06:00.007-05:002009-12-27T12:34:26.292-05:00MERRY CHRISTMAS!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijN-g1a8O65Mjb7qH6F4buhgxqVPjoh3RB6eQArK7GaFyRqOYjz2e-JnxU0VVJlU0-gBGFn-dwzgb8sxrLp316pOfvNRycniUvPnaB35IELFOtO3IZU7GBsMGMuYnvfALByVS5pdZa7Drz/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+133.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419965332306278050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijN-g1a8O65Mjb7qH6F4buhgxqVPjoh3RB6eQArK7GaFyRqOYjz2e-JnxU0VVJlU0-gBGFn-dwzgb8sxrLp316pOfvNRycniUvPnaB35IELFOtO3IZU7GBsMGMuYnvfALByVS5pdZa7Drz/s400/Christmas+2009+133.JPG" /></a> Molly also LOVES baby dolls right now. She has been taking very good care of her little baby. She feeds her about 90 times a day. Just like a real mommy...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzZZhtxZd5XXdP4e00pUv1x0HXe3CrPrpK5SsGIa93NYcvxQhUwvaWS1zq8z8UzixJZMp7vYJ4yuYjOy_1ll7ziKk-YZRjlNEpJsp5RE7sY5ELRxpKP1rOm-SvczCFQsjykuo_ERwDcxF/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+112.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419965068594486306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzZZhtxZd5XXdP4e00pUv1x0HXe3CrPrpK5SsGIa93NYcvxQhUwvaWS1zq8z8UzixJZMp7vYJ4yuYjOy_1ll7ziKk-YZRjlNEpJsp5RE7sY5ELRxpKP1rOm-SvczCFQsjykuo_ERwDcxF/s400/Christmas+2009+112.JPG" /></a> Papa gave Molly a matchbox car firestation. I thought this picture captured our little Moose just perfectly.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDXZQ8H4xI37gZUvTTV6Jq9ywrIv4cqW4kRhxcoGULWKuaL1J-Ehsy0oeU7KKDVK1tpz5XwWYHfprJRrcw6_7qvhluQ_XyqO1NOZleActoKpbWNEm2qsG1t1wBFzvuRWg-mnGqGiBMTTk4/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+110.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419965062966123778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDXZQ8H4xI37gZUvTTV6Jq9ywrIv4cqW4kRhxcoGULWKuaL1J-Ehsy0oeU7KKDVK1tpz5XwWYHfprJRrcw6_7qvhluQ_XyqO1NOZleActoKpbWNEm2qsG1t1wBFzvuRWg-mnGqGiBMTTk4/s400/Christmas+2009+110.JPG" /></a>Grandma made the girls these darling nightgowns. She found the Fancy Nancy flannel, and she knew Ella would love it. She decided to make Molly some also, but wasn't sure what Molly liked. She finally settled on Cars flannel, because that is exactly what Molly loves. The beauty of being able to sew is that she could make it into a darling little nightgown, something we have yet to find in the stores! The girls love them.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_OPsp0-d6OOAVNSRq-i5ZDJjQPAuZl0esb8A75UDg6ZVOA9wKqM7VF0BJAOoHXW3cYG-7BfGhPh292w_L5I-L9XBS9BN_b60bgPkenyJMpTFZISRgtaMTDWx-RecpVSEtNHFnq5FLeRvN/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+108.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419965059479477458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_OPsp0-d6OOAVNSRq-i5ZDJjQPAuZl0esb8A75UDg6ZVOA9wKqM7VF0BJAOoHXW3cYG-7BfGhPh292w_L5I-L9XBS9BN_b60bgPkenyJMpTFZISRgtaMTDWx-RecpVSEtNHFnq5FLeRvN/s400/Christmas+2009+108.JPG" /></a> The one thing that Molly asked for was a 'tv flat' (flat screen tv). I have no idea where that came from, but she was set on it. Needless to say, she did not receive a tv flat this year. She did, however, get Splatster, a game that allows you to 'paint' on the tv with this little controller. On the box is a big picture of a flat screen tv with a Splatster picture on it. As soon as Molly opened it she yelled out- "OH MY GOSH A TV FLAT!!" She has since dubbed the game 'tv flat'. I am just happy that she thinks she got what she asked for. Thanks Mom and Dad!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUF-ze6F1At7S5nYF6h6CAnMWSGDs5jSP8jQFkjusnWrgroT6DTU38BSabuUE7bKXS4XROfuIzucDY081m0zNEIHiBvClNTWuwJI3UcqCP_8OGULFUFRIPeoZKdUevh10BTpaKaef5hoW/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+103.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419965053972827410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUF-ze6F1At7S5nYF6h6CAnMWSGDs5jSP8jQFkjusnWrgroT6DTU38BSabuUE7bKXS4XROfuIzucDY081m0zNEIHiBvClNTWuwJI3UcqCP_8OGULFUFRIPeoZKdUevh10BTpaKaef5hoW/s400/Christmas+2009+103.JPG" /></a> Before the living room looked like a tornado had hit.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzajwabr0Hi41MNixVH_gPGzjxX1YwQhnD4O1Eh9gdefsFP4Lsg0kqFA-dvjEl1MZhxdRH8DRXLpud_cgMiuwqX47bHVSFhOzrUhRGI1k1KYnGJqDNIlXO1EPJQoN7wbzxx36JYICZbXy1/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+097.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419965045336460178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzajwabr0Hi41MNixVH_gPGzjxX1YwQhnD4O1Eh9gdefsFP4Lsg0kqFA-dvjEl1MZhxdRH8DRXLpud_cgMiuwqX47bHVSFhOzrUhRGI1k1KYnGJqDNIlXO1EPJQoN7wbzxx36JYICZbXy1/s400/Christmas+2009+097.JPG" /></a> Doing the happy candy dance.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihf-753_boz7SRzOnWCDkuM087By0nCMjQzxq7RGj56E2wEo80mTN5Ihif-OL8bDZu7mBbX9FUPXGduijAkIX9OH_d_oOKPzedecDjZCqKqYVF_gkhsxME9BBlWtmweU9ik-C0W-NkUB9P/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+094.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419964380668744210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihf-753_boz7SRzOnWCDkuM087By0nCMjQzxq7RGj56E2wEo80mTN5Ihif-OL8bDZu7mBbX9FUPXGduijAkIX9OH_d_oOKPzedecDjZCqKqYVF_gkhsxME9BBlWtmweU9ik-C0W-NkUB9P/s400/Christmas+2009+094.JPG" /></a>The one thing Ella asked for for Christmas was a unicorn stuffed animal. This apparently, was the only one 'Santa' could find. But she was thrilled with it. She named it 'Love'.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrcwVolSF42EOEOjWSj-SrXTEuM098RzxnsI_wofZzdd1AWNBbe_PoqPrpYTcCiEslfohuKbXC5kenlTfAkCZwDnuHtX1v0GetTlQ40B_ezOSKaAarY3q46q354Gz3l0mIrA2dv8cNU9ih/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+088.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419964372327773746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrcwVolSF42EOEOjWSj-SrXTEuM098RzxnsI_wofZzdd1AWNBbe_PoqPrpYTcCiEslfohuKbXC5kenlTfAkCZwDnuHtX1v0GetTlQ40B_ezOSKaAarY3q46q354Gz3l0mIrA2dv8cNU9ih/s400/Christmas+2009+088.JPG" /></a> Coming down the stairs Christmas morning. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH_9kEWYQxiK0ONhd8_LzmiEJm5dWuM9U_pL_gqGgb7p1T4W2DJXs-vDvgIKC1ZjkdaQRrbj1KnHzZMvwqE9HT8q2VkSDZyuLxq_K1_DaIUB3XPMMoD9_V4zgu00EJH4_jRdTCgBBLmPVe/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+060.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419964367503847682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH_9kEWYQxiK0ONhd8_LzmiEJm5dWuM9U_pL_gqGgb7p1T4W2DJXs-vDvgIKC1ZjkdaQRrbj1KnHzZMvwqE9HT8q2VkSDZyuLxq_K1_DaIUB3XPMMoD9_V4zgu00EJH4_jRdTCgBBLmPVe/s400/Christmas+2009+060.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUcnVe17zjN8ZEud5N50rnk4u_1ipxOsabnJkyswNsh0AeIb1sranRMHR5q0T9Hf_0KYT53Zd3odoVcwxCSvb4KsiuKSg0omi1JQIwyGh-N6vsrha_bNy31noRE5S38FNra-SY2y4YD4YY/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+056.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419964363218570722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUcnVe17zjN8ZEud5N50rnk4u_1ipxOsabnJkyswNsh0AeIb1sranRMHR5q0T9Hf_0KYT53Zd3odoVcwxCSvb4KsiuKSg0omi1JQIwyGh-N6vsrha_bNy31noRE5S38FNra-SY2y4YD4YY/s400/Christmas+2009+056.JPG" /></a> Pretty in Pink. Did you know that most of the stores are sold out of their Christmas dresses by November?? I know now. Hence, we are in pink. But still cute.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-cJdgo-mkVcjuyhzby34uKaSSyw5SEx2V5LR9W8Y1hKWM3zL6bsvQerp8EHFv_tl3GUWelX-MX4wELcx7tedu6PI2gWms4qLNB2pKgO3maGu2_E1EjxPXw3-91pjY9W_MkwQ5I9K0dRgf/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419964357116224626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-cJdgo-mkVcjuyhzby34uKaSSyw5SEx2V5LR9W8Y1hKWM3zL6bsvQerp8EHFv_tl3GUWelX-MX4wELcx7tedu6PI2gWms4qLNB2pKgO3maGu2_E1EjxPXw3-91pjY9W_MkwQ5I9K0dRgf/s400/Christmas+2009+031.JPG" /></a> Helping Daddy with his gingerbread house. In his effort to create a graham cracker mansion, I think he bit off more then he could chew, so he enlisted some good little workers to help him finish the job. </div><div> </div><div>We had a wonderful whirlwind Christmas. I can't believe how fast it flew by. We were very blessed with a WARM Christmas. They had been predicting snow for weeks, which would have meant that Todd would have had to go to work. Luckily, the weather warmed up to where we just got rain. We spent most of the day with just our family, before going over to Todd's brother Dave's house for Christmas dinner. We had some good friends over for dinner on Christmas Eve, and that really helped to fill in the void of not being near family on the holidays. We missed all of you, and hope you had a wonderful holiday as well. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-65157551232846035682009-12-11T11:31:00.002-05:002009-12-11T11:41:43.930-05:00Happy Birthday Daddy-O!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJrfMBDKvfAl3KkiqlCHE1mlto4xhb_zTBPH_62qdLyhq3-FJydsCRQMoqGXoGNSZaHxxtam9OelpVZvNCZ0jw_zqQXaqL21NlPHVhnhrxZJDj1pC5J6KL3Ag-zBkL0GigmSIMZA40sTST/s1600-h/misc+pic+199.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414017645690267842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJrfMBDKvfAl3KkiqlCHE1mlto4xhb_zTBPH_62qdLyhq3-FJydsCRQMoqGXoGNSZaHxxtam9OelpVZvNCZ0jw_zqQXaqL21NlPHVhnhrxZJDj1pC5J6KL3Ag-zBkL0GigmSIMZA40sTST/s400/misc+pic+199.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK4IfqzGn-Zvqj3tUEx5bxOvBm41ou0PhEOCILGPs0eOfzY0h-lCazVK316IEsHQFLBaosIZ5ttTHAmYPtCYLfNlZCKDXQ5iMCYikkTeU63LJFc88BfqycsP16RqjNEgYFXx9EKXkRqAj5/s1600-h/misc+pic+198.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414017638377449106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK4IfqzGn-Zvqj3tUEx5bxOvBm41ou0PhEOCILGPs0eOfzY0h-lCazVK316IEsHQFLBaosIZ5ttTHAmYPtCYLfNlZCKDXQ5iMCYikkTeU63LJFc88BfqycsP16RqjNEgYFXx9EKXkRqAj5/s400/misc+pic+198.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio4rU-n73q0pDdwc_06FyVIKFucFdSWAQCE8CC2Ajrg83Eu3qRjrVftVUn4hSgEamm60OXjawAV9XvxTKFSGy7Ur02BbCI-LDWkbCiqZB5T1VKjUdcdCNQiuWDloaItc_qMAH_AK7lRvfc/s1600-h/misc+pic+196.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414017633158249458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio4rU-n73q0pDdwc_06FyVIKFucFdSWAQCE8CC2Ajrg83Eu3qRjrVftVUn4hSgEamm60OXjawAV9XvxTKFSGy7Ur02BbCI-LDWkbCiqZB5T1VKjUdcdCNQiuWDloaItc_qMAH_AK7lRvfc/s400/misc+pic+196.JPG" /></a> Todd turned the big 3-0 this week. Of course it didn't phase him in the least... maybe that's a girl thing? Or maybe its just me. Anyway, he was completely happy to do a small family thing. My neighbor was telling me that she took her husband skydiving for his 30th birthday, and was wondering what I was going to do for Todd. She was shocked that we were just staying in with the fam. We made pizzas and watched A Christmas Story (Todd's favorite Christmas movie. I never realized how inappropriate for children it is until I actually watched it with my children. Oh well.) and finished the night with chocolate cake. I love that he's a simple guy that is just as happy sitting at home with his family then going out and living it up on his birthday. I love that he works hard during the day and is happy to come home and help me out too. I love that he is a very selfless person who really just wants his girls to be happy. Happy birthday! We love you!!</div></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-39289518835385904252009-12-07T21:24:00.006-05:002009-12-07T22:09:51.542-05:00Trip to the Woods<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6L_NHklmYnlHSux2ek96nnH6dUxhyaWkvzVA6K-l31X6GDCMV2yepzGom89qsvyJg0axePR6ylq4e15LkB1CN9-3pvf9fcZkE2eq_DYgvvVrB0g6BFNoyNu-o2rLYs8uqwUS08JF4DXeo/s1600-h/CIMG5500.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412687465295332194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6L_NHklmYnlHSux2ek96nnH6dUxhyaWkvzVA6K-l31X6GDCMV2yepzGom89qsvyJg0axePR6ylq4e15LkB1CN9-3pvf9fcZkE2eq_DYgvvVrB0g6BFNoyNu-o2rLYs8uqwUS08JF4DXeo/s400/CIMG5500.JPG" /></a> Our Thanksgiving dinner coming out of the oven. It was DE-lish.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAfaJ3YdqfJSXOtmQgMozSC1L8K0GlMNsOA9OS9nDLdPCBM72MS9dvyx26QxczB5sywgPljwEEQvIaOwu3XV1LFAIJa14bJUXWmsI5A8b1L4xfQiQ_65VIfEvBqeqfJOQL6kQc5bec3LqD/s1600-h/CIMG5510.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412687460139599730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAfaJ3YdqfJSXOtmQgMozSC1L8K0GlMNsOA9OS9nDLdPCBM72MS9dvyx26QxczB5sywgPljwEEQvIaOwu3XV1LFAIJa14bJUXWmsI5A8b1L4xfQiQ_65VIfEvBqeqfJOQL6kQc5bec3LqD/s400/CIMG5510.JPG" /></a>The girlies enjoying their Thanksgiving feast. Well, the rolls at least. I think they might have braved a bite or two of jello, too.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho4sRspFSM0ZOGDgEiRTy9EqpHrP5HNdSG7dpb5Yuyj-U7bmEkv4p2GqRWROHxte3NTmpAlZTI2ivFssHc1rq9VBi4HuCKVxPDkQdC6dCBWUCJXZ9xMSAydLFHpaKvb_OijuPzGmiS9-8D/s1600-h/CIMG5515.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412686983821839522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho4sRspFSM0ZOGDgEiRTy9EqpHrP5HNdSG7dpb5Yuyj-U7bmEkv4p2GqRWROHxte3NTmpAlZTI2ivFssHc1rq9VBi4HuCKVxPDkQdC6dCBWUCJXZ9xMSAydLFHpaKvb_OijuPzGmiS9-8D/s400/CIMG5515.JPG" /></a>Playing Tarzan. That was after they'd been with the daddies all day, so I'm not exactly sure how that whole thing started. They sure are cute though!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJXcvhYftZuEohJzSSdSvWCzKrslHyxHW6wgJacsmI97XumV7JCLUCJ2UyQbcPt8NNrpGqBbbVQnP1Z68JRB4HcwPM9fVrh9akl27xKYXNrJ3GjbQ-5VPTDzw2s5TVrwA2JNLuGXaalMRF/s1600-h/CIMG5519.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412686980447800578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJXcvhYftZuEohJzSSdSvWCzKrslHyxHW6wgJacsmI97XumV7JCLUCJ2UyQbcPt8NNrpGqBbbVQnP1Z68JRB4HcwPM9fVrh9akl27xKYXNrJ3GjbQ-5VPTDzw2s5TVrwA2JNLuGXaalMRF/s400/CIMG5519.JPG" /></a> We went to this great little Christmas tree farm so they could pick out their tree. It was run by an older couple. She dressed up like Mrs. Claus and hung out in this little Christmas shed giving out cookies and hot cocoa. The highlight was this mechanical Santa that they had hooked up to a speaker thing so that someone could hide outside and make Santa talk to the kids. The got all the kids names and informed them all that they were on the nice list. Which was awesome for the kids at the time, but it sure has messed with our December bribery techniques. Every time we try to threaten Molly with the 'do you want to be on the naughty list' line, she says- "Santa already say me on the nice list, Mom. Remember?"<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl9PbVcALWP6ct9XYRuj7KAQdWkq20B-nHhwzAjhHBWReolFaf6zia_30UBreEAgH1KprGV1DJ5DI0vyQJxgtgATQ0nP_WzwApUT1_vHtL8xiY7WKK8_z7QUYFKNIueiUnH8rCuoYfjdpY/s1600-h/CIMG5522.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412686972227723522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl9PbVcALWP6ct9XYRuj7KAQdWkq20B-nHhwzAjhHBWReolFaf6zia_30UBreEAgH1KprGV1DJ5DI0vyQJxgtgATQ0nP_WzwApUT1_vHtL8xiY7WKK8_z7QUYFKNIueiUnH8rCuoYfjdpY/s400/CIMG5522.JPG" /></a> Also at the Christmas tree farm.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiev7SKZIV5p8SOMiUUEWfGD7pWPo5e7feEV9f-oLHxM_QGCjawAo33SLx5YQIUdZ8oHAyJN06kASrJkeJPEIBs4ZqSMu27IuOHVa4PhDK6faNK3qNFhKEVnVDiiox5sUQR0gX3FxZ5fvtx/s1600-h/CIMG5539.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412686526283123074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiev7SKZIV5p8SOMiUUEWfGD7pWPo5e7feEV9f-oLHxM_QGCjawAo33SLx5YQIUdZ8oHAyJN06kASrJkeJPEIBs4ZqSMu27IuOHVa4PhDK6faNK3qNFhKEVnVDiiox5sUQR0gX3FxZ5fvtx/s400/CIMG5539.JPG" /></a> Our craft night. We had an awesome Christmas craft night last year, and we were excited to get to work again this year. I miss craft nights!! Anne is the best crafting buddy. And the banners turned out awesome.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWge-4eVRuYWrhYJdxsRuBm_OLr2XsGtiGw2y73x8mpHpy1eq0ckqnWwP7OHAvjkQwQYy89-mCWw6OVQcF_n4OMprALgyU5_FxuUKCJHZ4UMfjm-HpM288z1QIu-isPMY0qWToQ_azOQ00/s1600-h/074.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412686211858171714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWge-4eVRuYWrhYJdxsRuBm_OLr2XsGtiGw2y73x8mpHpy1eq0ckqnWwP7OHAvjkQwQYy89-mCWw6OVQcF_n4OMprALgyU5_FxuUKCJHZ4UMfjm-HpM288z1QIu-isPMY0qWToQ_azOQ00/s400/074.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivMUwz48S9v47qZId6kgqGMutHvNJjlpr3_8ycmmZ6w4_LLjulreMgQipN7z-FfNrMV1U0kWv58AtVaTQ4RZfG6glVEq2VSxmhfCoyWEhgvFlPAvLDNbhGkrv4xsaBD-zNUXz4EJA31xb6/s1600-h/072.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412685950117190578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivMUwz48S9v47qZId6kgqGMutHvNJjlpr3_8ycmmZ6w4_LLjulreMgQipN7z-FfNrMV1U0kWv58AtVaTQ4RZfG6glVEq2VSxmhfCoyWEhgvFlPAvLDNbhGkrv4xsaBD-zNUXz4EJA31xb6/s400/072.JPG" /></a> We were able to go out to Hannibal, MO this year to spend Thanksgiving with our dear friends, the Woods. We had a wonderful time. The girls had a great time reuniting with their little friends, and spent the majority of the weekend playing 'Christmas'. Dinner was awesome. But the highlight of the trip (for me) was our Black Friday extravaganza. Shopping is a shared passion for Anne and I, so we spent the couple of weeks before the big day mapping out a plan of action. We headed out the door at 2:30am. We shopped our hearts out until lunch, during which we reviewed our receipts, and then spent the early part of the afternoon making returns. And then shopping some more. I think we did a good 14 hours. At which point we realized we actually do have a shopping limit. We ended the day seeing New Moon. It was so nice to have a whole day to ourselves. I think that was the longest that Todd has ever had the girls, and he was a good sport about it. The best part was spending serious quality time with Anne. We became friends so quickly when they moved to Columbus. Its not every day that you find a friend that shares so many of your same hobbies, and that you enjoy doing them all with. Thank you for the wonderful holiday. We miss you guys!!! The spare room is ready and waiting for you!!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-12425044533702344932009-12-03T08:26:00.003-05:002009-12-03T08:37:49.236-05:00You should've seen the other guy...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO8TwkltQNCJEd6KufHQGs3BO8DCVbxhVCBEFQujmihZLWcAeJjZAYcOKwDgEW4G9yeYgaaU8ExIv3SvaqCiaTbeaDtztxHx7RYrW8ymlTi4Z2W48N7QcbmZx1nOcF0vJbJNxxS5W615Y5/s1600-h/036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411001301027853314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO8TwkltQNCJEd6KufHQGs3BO8DCVbxhVCBEFQujmihZLWcAeJjZAYcOKwDgEW4G9yeYgaaU8ExIv3SvaqCiaTbeaDtztxHx7RYrW8ymlTi4Z2W48N7QcbmZx1nOcF0vJbJNxxS5W615Y5/s400/036.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6wg1kmT-0vLPhb2Tsnsp7bkkL2qlM0WiwGXoHtaXHq1No0j58SYG48uoUG1vPbTkNHYLuRz70iCJuzGDGM9r1gw-BhGWBKlsNR31ZAMJ9AjHS9CpuCtyLq2rfRpn7b4hG1m4OPKfWfGe0/s1600-h/037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411001289922539890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6wg1kmT-0vLPhb2Tsnsp7bkkL2qlM0WiwGXoHtaXHq1No0j58SYG48uoUG1vPbTkNHYLuRz70iCJuzGDGM9r1gw-BhGWBKlsNR31ZAMJ9AjHS9CpuCtyLq2rfRpn7b4hG1m4OPKfWfGe0/s400/037.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8EAOP5e-YmIglVriBLtLX6Ekr6ogRZcDULBolUZOdWlHnF4_nq0VrNVmllPA_r6XE7RusHuJT_luvIbub5yWgY-OFlRgOcoS8SOo1bdVpUsjGqmZ0Cm9wwjw24-EZbmlEyO8K-_qZ8GF/s1600-h/038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411001287040613826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8EAOP5e-YmIglVriBLtLX6Ekr6ogRZcDULBolUZOdWlHnF4_nq0VrNVmllPA_r6XE7RusHuJT_luvIbub5yWgY-OFlRgOcoS8SOo1bdVpUsjGqmZ0Cm9wwjw24-EZbmlEyO8K-_qZ8GF/s400/038.JPG" border="0" /></a> Last night the girls were rocking out to Christmas music, and when 'Run Run Rudolph' came on, things got a little out of control! I heard Molly start to cry and I hear her sister instantly say- "I don't know what happenend!!" Which we all know is code for- "I really do know what happened, but I'm pretty sure Mom will be mad if she knew, so I'm taking this one to the grave." It didn't look too bad last night. Just a little bump and bruise on the corner of her eye. When she came into my room this morning, her eye was almost completely swollen shut! I said- "Oh my goodness! You look like Rocky!!" Molly said- "Yeah. Did Rocky have a boo-boo?" I heard her inform her sister, rather proudly, when she finally woke up that- "I look like Rocky" As I write this she is doing flips off the couch. I guess she's working on the other one!</div></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-50186887521074524792009-11-01T19:00:00.010-05:002009-11-01T19:46:43.127-05:00Super Moose and Minnie Mouse<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY4ONiaHSXtJiHyIP_TozDWBvOkBIcsz2zwssc_jAoRjYsfxNz51kM6J8YbqOnN1dSf3k9sFOBhmYNg6tCI9z4To6FZ1ki-73SMBnvBuGfTL_N3JbU8EYtEJEYqufURnlbUd5pgcpjFUHM/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399296272022737154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY4ONiaHSXtJiHyIP_TozDWBvOkBIcsz2zwssc_jAoRjYsfxNz51kM6J8YbqOnN1dSf3k9sFOBhmYNg6tCI9z4To6FZ1ki-73SMBnvBuGfTL_N3JbU8EYtEJEYqufURnlbUd5pgcpjFUHM/s400/Halloween+2009+004.JPG" border="0" /></a>Sweet little Minnie Mouse </div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYmffp9f2tEMOUFVKsWBgJo26rxuUTRlDVDs1aiARamBS_-9oT1lUWKEcMedru-jlruX4FvUcp3zfS4tc_AQ68dOBaCDSCXjZnXNLWfH9JIQoDLsBH-O5yZIABCeVyOBk0o0txiTN5T1_/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399294985256020210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYmffp9f2tEMOUFVKsWBgJo26rxuUTRlDVDs1aiARamBS_-9oT1lUWKEcMedru-jlruX4FvUcp3zfS4tc_AQ68dOBaCDSCXjZnXNLWfH9JIQoDLsBH-O5yZIABCeVyOBk0o0txiTN5T1_/s400/Halloween+2009+011.JPG" border="0" /></a>Ready to get the show on the road<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhgeAFlZ-dJyEOBKHj57SexNnmsjRUYHR9MOe6x2UVleGjNjKbHu1MtxDmDhtftE39ZCrKXFWJVp_p7rHIgLcV6_qWirFMKfOYurJ6HEHy3i-aiCW1mMFVnLWB9vLuv2wjfRhiFM1dLQGW/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399291463172567522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhgeAFlZ-dJyEOBKHj57SexNnmsjRUYHR9MOe6x2UVleGjNjKbHu1MtxDmDhtftE39ZCrKXFWJVp_p7rHIgLcV6_qWirFMKfOYurJ6HEHy3i-aiCW1mMFVnLWB9vLuv2wjfRhiFM1dLQGW/s400/Halloween+2009+015.JPG" border="0" /></a> Cutest Super Moose this side of the Mississippi</div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguvTmaprk7HxhQHEqh_nDnNhzRGOFbC3h1-FSvRtq-KuJqAXMyu_WBUU4D8lDYp0pwGVQSAIK-nPgtaM8CKMufMXdynkikgbVAjvKHXJVGigooUvcWTQF7eRlC9-Ajb9EHDz4DJOxD58zj/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399291226973336018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguvTmaprk7HxhQHEqh_nDnNhzRGOFbC3h1-FSvRtq-KuJqAXMyu_WBUU4D8lDYp0pwGVQSAIK-nPgtaM8CKMufMXdynkikgbVAjvKHXJVGigooUvcWTQF7eRlC9-Ajb9EHDz4DJOxD58zj/s400/Halloween+2009+016.JPG" border="0" /></a> The fam<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeDGGiNc-ZT9m46Fetvsce8QMRnPI7yGAA1x3o_oPiqTy9QFOoRINmeCYDTdfqFpn-Msa3LGBzCdpp8gHXZIQG3c-O9GTi8I9I30s9C4EjzLsr1aAEUDi9eK5MbkJ5KYs8dloO3t7-3Gyu/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399291011301418546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeDGGiNc-ZT9m46Fetvsce8QMRnPI7yGAA1x3o_oPiqTy9QFOoRINmeCYDTdfqFpn-Msa3LGBzCdpp8gHXZIQG3c-O9GTi8I9I30s9C4EjzLsr1aAEUDi9eK5MbkJ5KYs8dloO3t7-3Gyu/s400/Halloween+2009+021.JPG" border="0" /></a> Minnie Mouse and Super Moose!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyrPh4ftY7GPFe8OjMteApbqOqxYdCj6CsjI_yiDgczLp1jZXL0KSTk4t68O2iYbJHlFJ978tfB5WC3ARj3slsnu7M_4CoZ5C4jrcRjn1L8Q3nEoy6CU4t8BN0jup3KGIYVSk6eNmolIeb/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399290755599819986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyrPh4ftY7GPFe8OjMteApbqOqxYdCj6CsjI_yiDgczLp1jZXL0KSTk4t68O2iYbJHlFJ978tfB5WC3ARj3slsnu7M_4CoZ5C4jrcRjn1L8Q3nEoy6CU4t8BN0jup3KGIYVSk6eNmolIeb/s400/Halloween+2009+024.JPG" border="0" /></a> Starting out the night<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiutPG99DBq6j7e8NC9hUB7xxwHSIcn5v00z9PFUBkTi62FdUpZn1J5KYI5fHODcVxaeuwN-Hn4iKgH-nPPJCQ_sWEpeSSIDnZ2YQfezkuZOkadpe9y-MnfBvXtbAYlQQ6WvDTu2V9AvbdV/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399289962843084978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiutPG99DBq6j7e8NC9hUB7xxwHSIcn5v00z9PFUBkTi62FdUpZn1J5KYI5fHODcVxaeuwN-Hn4iKgH-nPPJCQ_sWEpeSSIDnZ2YQfezkuZOkadpe9y-MnfBvXtbAYlQQ6WvDTu2V9AvbdV/s400/Halloween+2009+025.JPG" border="0" /></a> A little scared of the huge orange eyes on the door</div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDOZVWGzyJ6n7H9UHxNeNgF28njSah2X_bC4qkwPotdaGBb9XOmJn3k7X6DUkDRtgT6t3b8mt5AV3yIGemZh_2O0o0GxYPSrui1U9BhUk_UUBeGbTnPWvEx4IvfcVbVRgAx_es1an41sK6/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399289725743244466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDOZVWGzyJ6n7H9UHxNeNgF28njSah2X_bC4qkwPotdaGBb9XOmJn3k7X6DUkDRtgT6t3b8mt5AV3yIGemZh_2O0o0GxYPSrui1U9BhUk_UUBeGbTnPWvEx4IvfcVbVRgAx_es1an41sK6/s400/Halloween+2009+026.JPG" border="0" /></a>Trick or Treat! </div><br />Another great Halloween. Good times, good friends, way too much candy. The costumes were rockin' this year. Ella finally ventured away from the princess theme (a little) and Molly confused more then a few people with her very original Super Moose costume. Its destined to become a classic though. "Super Moose to the rescue!" How can that not catch on? She decided about 6 months ago that she wanted to be Super Moose for Halloween, and Grandma made her the perfect costume. A couple people confused her for a magic reindeer, but everyone loved the costume. Molly could've knocked on doors all night getting free candy. Ella was quite content to ride in the wagon after the first couple blocks.<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-25912754115465021372009-10-29T12:55:00.006-05:002009-10-29T13:27:10.825-05:00Just Catching Up<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu0UqMIiTrO4YxeqhaHUO-_tvXMOPECFkj4dFNEpsG2IoCCBfrXIUANKFQVl15Bqc9M1uJFC4K6MbkbE9pP8MRgzZHDiDJiBOVoHM1skJoW-Ti6v7p5Hp02zwZqN1YMXHh7a5DDtQWhe5y/s1600-h/022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398083997565439250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu0UqMIiTrO4YxeqhaHUO-_tvXMOPECFkj4dFNEpsG2IoCCBfrXIUANKFQVl15Bqc9M1uJFC4K6MbkbE9pP8MRgzZHDiDJiBOVoHM1skJoW-Ti6v7p5Hp02zwZqN1YMXHh7a5DDtQWhe5y/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtrUP40FRKsrW52L47kkIAIjv91Pr2IFSO4V-qmmxRaRqRNtegPVad_69e_UnImC25U58D58LxGpuE1CZnn8MFJCAa8V588xBzweDb5BUJEUjjNPug3v3NjeJHp0If3uGx3H_gp_ssjJi-/s1600-h/020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398083656263280818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtrUP40FRKsrW52L47kkIAIjv91Pr2IFSO4V-qmmxRaRqRNtegPVad_69e_UnImC25U58D58LxGpuE1CZnn8MFJCAa8V588xBzweDb5BUJEUjjNPug3v3NjeJHp0If3uGx3H_gp_ssjJi-/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguu5UIfKAna_wCj3PW_aR6AWYJDPvUxUkaHaJ7Gw9ipYll8n3VeOocLEEfckplrIjZnjxftE1uoKRMCZsJSzHMCtSE6IX7RvtlKckm_fS48NhR9Cn8viEqXdfBaFCeIPrVucGD30WRff1x/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398083292683186818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguu5UIfKAna_wCj3PW_aR6AWYJDPvUxUkaHaJ7Gw9ipYll8n3VeOocLEEfckplrIjZnjxftE1uoKRMCZsJSzHMCtSE6IX7RvtlKckm_fS48NhR9Cn8viEqXdfBaFCeIPrVucGD30WRff1x/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmOB5LIUGsPUXEHVsgCNie-pXm9grIH_s0D3ivENZwAm-8Oz769RqcheAWEVKjHDVjqYU84aUxmyviwogQec51koVpyEXNTnUviLGwSRlmL9mWjQfRDN5NDwR6GNJWXBJEm2tsdjVE94sD/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398082972313173106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmOB5LIUGsPUXEHVsgCNie-pXm9grIH_s0D3ivENZwAm-8Oz769RqcheAWEVKjHDVjqYU84aUxmyviwogQec51koVpyEXNTnUviLGwSRlmL9mWjQfRDN5NDwR6GNJWXBJEm2tsdjVE94sD/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGO-R2WLIBmPfa8DtDY4eru9XRzovhdCYq-lCiXj_udKK5GmrA1v7DqQOaZS7uLbpQwJBXdY22HNbcshMzNwKVJtj5pmDgMm2ASa2qgSAoxHiwo3LCl3KajvBDhZPjH9a4_SO67ysr1mj/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398082618198602338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGO-R2WLIBmPfa8DtDY4eru9XRzovhdCYq-lCiXj_udKK5GmrA1v7DqQOaZS7uLbpQwJBXdY22HNbcshMzNwKVJtj5pmDgMm2ASa2qgSAoxHiwo3LCl3KajvBDhZPjH9a4_SO67ysr1mj/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Its been a very long while since I have posted anything, so here's a few pictures that we've stored up over the last couple months. For the most part we've just been trying to adjust to a new life in Delaware along with Ella being in school all day. But we're hanging in there. We love our new home, Ella adores her new teachers and they love her right back. In fact at her parent/teacher conference last week her teacher said that Ella was the sweetest, kindest, most compassionate, wonderful little girl, and that she wished she had 15 more of her. I went away with the reaffirmation that we did the right thing putting her in school this year. Thats not to say its all been smooth going. She comes home grumpy about 95% of the time. I am pretty sure there is some switcheroo going on at her school, because the Ella they describe is definitely not the Ella that comes home at the end of the day. Getting her to talk about her day is like pulling teeth. "So, how was school today?" Grumpy stare. "That good, huh? Well, how was music class?" Another grumpy stare. "Really? I love that song." Now I get a reaction- "Stop that! I'm not saying anything!!" She has been making some friends, mostly of the boy variety. When Daddy told her that 'we don't like boys', she said- "I just like his face." </div><div>She's also decided that she doesn't like anything in her lunch. She vetoes everything I offer to put in her lunch bag, and doesn't want anything to do with the school lunches. Not that I blame her. Yesterday she wanted crackers for her lunch. Thats it. Just a baggie of Cheez-its. No grapes, no juice, no sandwich, no yogurt. When I tried to push the issue she ended up crying and chucking her lunchbag across the room. I figure she won't starve in 7 hours, right? Right?? I'm a little concerned about what her teachers must think though. I am well aware that crackers are not a sufficient lunch for a growing girl. </div><div>We also had the oppurtunity to enjoy some of Ohio's beautiful fall weather picking apples. It was a gorgeous day, and even the less enthusiastic of the group (a.k.a. Todd) enjoyed themselves. </div><div>The last picture is of Molly helping herself to an entire roll of cookie dough. I've taken to making a batch of cookie dough at the beginning of the week and freezing most of it in rolls for later in the week. Molly prefers them that way. </div></div></div></div></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-37422660055818861512009-08-27T15:33:00.003-05:002009-08-27T15:57:33.639-05:00FIRST First Day of School!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy6xjT_7OZraAz-uT3GM-wJ8qGxpkJIFWk1Fg8c8yYIgkGLkWjibGkD667zF5cNq6ECSU5kZLPVS92DmGFYjGb6OLtbRK_dX7iBMzBSTBTqiuGOftqylwrA0QXvNitMRck-xqAclzbpkJP/s1600-h/034.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374746039085684482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy6xjT_7OZraAz-uT3GM-wJ8qGxpkJIFWk1Fg8c8yYIgkGLkWjibGkD667zF5cNq6ECSU5kZLPVS92DmGFYjGb6OLtbRK_dX7iBMzBSTBTqiuGOftqylwrA0QXvNitMRck-xqAclzbpkJP/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifYHbeoTzbzY7oNAwCIR-Jvx5DA3LiPfGv3XglKg3lFq_ZD8T4NbhTP_LyBxbyhs2MgoEaSZEFT4-ruxL2AlMJ1xeEwkyrTCQ3pPIockeE1kOM91YD-Y9MdUjcVv3cvEK8eRGyPZc8kg2w/s1600-h/031.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374746027394263794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifYHbeoTzbzY7oNAwCIR-Jvx5DA3LiPfGv3XglKg3lFq_ZD8T4NbhTP_LyBxbyhs2MgoEaSZEFT4-ruxL2AlMJ1xeEwkyrTCQ3pPIockeE1kOM91YD-Y9MdUjcVv3cvEK8eRGyPZc8kg2w/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7JpQ-UeeNos0yFqumUf_sxQnba6qe3CFjoOh567Wj5DpsuufMn0zEgDl1ZlfgxERzaPgaKcP0d57pYvwK0I8qA1thtP_n8ly-Q_XecBjPITVaP1tgDVqlNnatsAO9F1XFN48lVmfUFv2r/s1600-h/028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374746020523039842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7JpQ-UeeNos0yFqumUf_sxQnba6qe3CFjoOh567Wj5DpsuufMn0zEgDl1ZlfgxERzaPgaKcP0d57pYvwK0I8qA1thtP_n8ly-Q_XecBjPITVaP1tgDVqlNnatsAO9F1XFN48lVmfUFv2r/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBz895qVxmiQNe7XhSvAi7vCozH_wMMqiZihdJJ6EpE46fCZxTLPJc0I7HHDGbniVP623Jkc7Gf2GiOS5mka3QIzwXmv482pRsbIT_-hMMWDsQJoDjOJqSA2VsLuCbDzhtr7TftINBwty1/s1600-h/025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374746011461885010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBz895qVxmiQNe7XhSvAi7vCozH_wMMqiZihdJJ6EpE46fCZxTLPJc0I7HHDGbniVP623Jkc7Gf2GiOS5mka3QIzwXmv482pRsbIT_-hMMWDsQJoDjOJqSA2VsLuCbDzhtr7TftINBwty1/s400/025.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzUH-OYwIlZnwb_O6ZKlbX-oT9wGaO_wAS-7-fzV3-70WjGE7DlBGifk-SEsUNF-sdqHvc9L0x8KlHi-1a4eQ8Vx-9IbTqXgEQrNdbZqL6ZoY6nOONEYMB73ghRLc3qvj88DWq0qXN2C52/s1600-h/041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374746006338372530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzUH-OYwIlZnwb_O6ZKlbX-oT9wGaO_wAS-7-fzV3-70WjGE7DlBGifk-SEsUNF-sdqHvc9L0x8KlHi-1a4eQ8Vx-9IbTqXgEQrNdbZqL6ZoY6nOONEYMB73ghRLc3qvj88DWq0qXN2C52/s400/041.JPG" border="0" /></a> Well, today was the big day. Ella's very first day of school. She is doing all day Kindergarten, which is a big adjustment for all of us. If I hadn't had a strong feeling that this is what Ella should be doing, it would have been much harder. I can't believe my little girl is a full-fledged school-ager! When I picked her up from school I asked her what she learned and she said- "I learned that recess means the park." When I asked what she did all day she said, "Well, we ate, and we had recess (that's the park, Mom) then we ate and we had recess again." Maybe I'll get more info later. She has a lot of boys in her class. Everyone at her table was a boy. When she walked up to her spot, the little boy next to her pulled out her chair for her. It was too cute. I wouldn't be surprised if she ended up with a boyfriend or two before the year is over. </div><div>Molly seemed a little displaced this morning, but by the time Ella got home I think she was just loving all the attention. I am excited about being able to spend more time just her and I. Last night Todd gave Ella a father's blessing, and Molly wanted one too. Todd talked about the special time that she and I will have together. Ella asked specifically about not being shy at school. She is very aware that that is something she deals with. I thought it was great that she thought to ask her Heavenly Father about that. </div><div>One day down, 200 and some odd days to go!</div></div></div><br /></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571544404455397238.post-79994376788195460662009-08-05T08:12:00.002-05:002009-08-05T08:19:12.304-05:00To Hula or not to Hula...Ella has been trying to master the art of hula hooping lately- and it is hilarious. She hasn't quite gotten the hang of it, but she keeps on trying. I am no help at all, because I never could do it, even as a kid. We found a video on youtube that is supposed to teach you how to hula, and she's been watching that. She is determined. I have to give her props for not getting discouraged. I have tried multiple times to download a video of it without any success- so I finally just downloaded it onto youtube. If you want to check it out, here it is:<br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aoyXtqXincI" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aoyXtqXincI</a></div><div align="center">Enjoy!</div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348768229165290120noreply@blogger.com2