tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15452814182044444752024-02-06T20:11:01.664-08:00Where's the SanidineUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-27129036746941065632012-10-14T19:57:00.002-07:002012-10-14T19:59:46.893-07:00By Popular Demand...More Pictures of Lily<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lily is a really good, sweet baby. All of her brother's are big fans. I can tell what the boys have been eating because Lily will have it smeared on her head where they have kissed her! Chocolate and peanut butter are the most obvious.<br />
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Eric is in love. He is so sweet with Lily. He can be in the middle of being super ornery, and he sees Lily and he turns all sugary.</div>
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I just couldn't resist this picture. I am a sucker for cute stuff on baby's bums!<br />
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This is the outfit that Lily wore to her first day of church (thanks Grandma Carol). When Eric saw her he said "Lily...you look BEAUTIFUL!." Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-35227639660736016942012-09-24T20:12:00.003-07:002012-10-14T20:00:07.519-07:00Lily is Here!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our family now includes a sister. Lily weighed in at 9lbs. 6 oz., 20.5 inches long, and 14.5 inches head circumference. Sorry she wouldn't look at the camera while she was being weighed.<br />
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Lily had been teasing us for a while, but I finally decided it was time to go at about 3 a.m. When we got there,<em> </em>I was already at 6.5cm. but my contractions still weren't very consistent. My doctor told me he was afraid if I got the epidural right away that it might stop my labor. I said I could wait. I got to an 8 and he told me if he broke my water I would probably deliver within 30 minutes. I was still doing just fine, so I decided to not have an epidural. Things started getting intense at about 8.5cm. That is about when we discovered that Lily was face up. That made things take a lot longer and be more complicated. The doctor tried to get her to rotate by having me hold a huge beach ball thing between my knees. That really started to hurt. When I got to a 10 she still hadn't turned so we just got started pushing anyway. I think that is when Reed really started questioning my decision to not get the epidural. Luckily I only had to push for 5 minutes, because I was really starting to question my decision too. I told mom I had a whole new respect for her giving birth to twins, because if they had made me push out another baby I would have just died.<br />
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We were up all night...especially me, and plus I just went through labor and delivery, so that is why I look so stinkin' tired. After Reed took my picture with Lily, he laughed and said "You look tired." I told him to try again. So this picture is me trying to look perkier. Isn't that Sad?!<br />
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Ha! I took this picture of Reed and I told him he looked really tired too.<br />
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Me with all 4. I can't say just me and my boys anymore.<br />
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Eric is so excited for a sister. He said from the very beginning that she was a girl. He never doubted.<br />
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She's already Daddy's little girl.<br />
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She is getting prettier all the time. She is sweet.<br />
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She receives a lot of love. Good thing she came out big so she can withstand it all.</div>
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We are so excited about the progress on the house. Things are progressing quickly. Yeah!!<br />
Here is the front of the house.<br />
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This is upstairs looking at the dormer windows at the front of the house. You can see Eric heading down the stairs.</div>
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This is upstairs looking at the side that will be unfinished.</div>
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This is new baby's room.</div>
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This is the Master bedroom.</div>
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This is in the garage looking through the house.</div>
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Another view of the front.</div>
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Andrew and Eric are so excited! Eric said he wanted to stay at the house until it was all finished!</div>
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Andrew on the huge dirt pile in our backyard.</div>
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Eric in the backyard. If you can see the line of rocks, that is our property line.</div>
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Reed and Logan at the back of the house.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-29610701742154145592012-01-22T20:21:00.000-08:002012-01-22T20:47:20.988-08:00Christmas and Beyond<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeNzaBdyTSess-82IviyU8GnEAdTo-dXMpYPbw-vzT4rdG_5Hi7BNfGlq40STsby-X7S20RbKnhzOrxaI-hBgu-WwYIxJZTipvH-WK-qUrcP4np_YT6D5ccPaCAMMBvzy6ZCxrGdseGZCK/s1600/DSC_0586.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700678276239929378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeNzaBdyTSess-82IviyU8GnEAdTo-dXMpYPbw-vzT4rdG_5Hi7BNfGlq40STsby-X7S20RbKnhzOrxaI-hBgu-WwYIxJZTipvH-WK-qUrcP4np_YT6D5ccPaCAMMBvzy6ZCxrGdseGZCK/s320/DSC_0586.JPG" /></a>I thought I should probably put a few Christmas pictures on here. Here's Andrew with his new polar bear. Andrew is doing great. He is doing really well in school. He has gotten 100% on each one or his spelling tests, so now he has a goal to be the best speller in 1st grade. He is also playing basketball. He has a goal to make it to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">BYU</span> basketball hall of fame. He wants to be the best at everything he does. Reed is Andrew's assistant coach, and the coach told Reed the other day that Andrew was really good.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIT8Y5jrcwwxK1aW43XLdxwV7Ar-3NNEtPUcJbdZ1IhurLCaeP87Pozt8zTr4UjXoy7E6pe5WgmcBuNKDf1ot4dZA4ZqRhhgsJNTFNr64gFNz1Q6M5UCNh_L08m05TPW8xEHX19FZSzdnK/s1600/DSC_0569.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700678275407382114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIT8Y5jrcwwxK1aW43XLdxwV7Ar-3NNEtPUcJbdZ1IhurLCaeP87Pozt8zTr4UjXoy7E6pe5WgmcBuNKDf1ot4dZA4ZqRhhgsJNTFNr64gFNz1Q6M5UCNh_L08m05TPW8xEHX19FZSzdnK/s320/DSC_0569.JPG" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ahh</span> Christmas, and the mess that goes along with it. Here are the boys with all of their stocking stuff spread out all over there new table. This table is really cool. Our landlords gave it to us. He had made it for their kids when they were young, and they wanted to see it in use again. On Christmas, Andrew asked who the table was from. I said "Who do you think it is from." Eric piped up, "I think that it is from Santa." I said, "Well actually Santa had a helper this time. Bro. S made this table. Isn't that cool?" Eric said, "How did he get to the North Pole?"<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF-94dJ-KwykN3me8OohFicVhnAOXemM4YQQ7LCeDQrCcKSonmuBpmVYtCQJf8pwGc74CDtLpFCA4Q6vUOpcW0H_oluPX8Y-aArXh2ILVkKYTSQ5zfdcffrE9o0wYvU5SwFdkQ_Wl4e0fw/s1600/DSC_0578.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700678265202839858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF-94dJ-KwykN3me8OohFicVhnAOXemM4YQQ7LCeDQrCcKSonmuBpmVYtCQJf8pwGc74CDtLpFCA4Q6vUOpcW0H_oluPX8Y-aArXh2ILVkKYTSQ5zfdcffrE9o0wYvU5SwFdkQ_Wl4e0fw/s320/DSC_0578.JPG" /></a>Andrew and Eric look totally <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">stylin</span>' in their new hats from Aunt Heidi.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ7uQi5DInYjThs6U3O_mvNK1-s2mnO38xzhAs45rHaPCTz4nxUMkmpL4F_rtAL2XZGYSzMFbEBHnyzcI516qgW7Y_ubaMsI9T4LXCP894OwlQZ828k_tbY4wET0RPhbLqRrbh4eybfdeS/s1600/DSC_0576.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700678260571173890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ7uQi5DInYjThs6U3O_mvNK1-s2mnO38xzhAs45rHaPCTz4nxUMkmpL4F_rtAL2XZGYSzMFbEBHnyzcI516qgW7Y_ubaMsI9T4LXCP894OwlQZ828k_tbY4wET0RPhbLqRrbh4eybfdeS/s320/DSC_0576.JPG" /></a>Eric has been really <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hilarious</span> lately. The other night we were at the dinner table talking about karate. Eric pipes up, "I made up a new karate song. 'BILL NYE, TAKE THAT!'" Reed and I about choked on our food we were laughing so hard. We also don't know what Eric has against Bill Nye, who in our opinion is totally awesome.</div><div> </div><div>Tonight at dinner Eric and Andrew had a very interesting conversation.</div><div>Eric: "Andrew, I want to marry you when I grow up."</div><div>Andrew: "You can't. You can only marry girls."</div><div>Eric: "What! I can only marry girls?"</div><div>Andrew: "Yup."</div><div>Eric: "Yuck! If I have to marry a girl then I'm not getting married at all!!!!!"<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvH8YqRYYVJMnYVfyIU3pKocu91nLeOTDuPZDZcF_rIXe9Eg24x9F0RKrxoUtCi3P23UlN39svfVlEAOIw-Ng-AG1iZNi2t-fUZcuyXPyRdcKphkja4mpVB7FVyhMSWIKMjQ-NiNxJO9fO/s1600/DSC_0575.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700678261764537170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvH8YqRYYVJMnYVfyIU3pKocu91nLeOTDuPZDZcF_rIXe9Eg24x9F0RKrxoUtCi3P23UlN39svfVlEAOIw-Ng-AG1iZNi2t-fUZcuyXPyRdcKphkja4mpVB7FVyhMSWIKMjQ-NiNxJO9fO/s320/DSC_0575.JPG" /></a>Logan is running all over the place now. He also recently discovered dancing and he thinks it is really fun to dance around with us when there is music playing. He is a huge flirt at church, at least until someone tries to hold him. The other day I was at the post office. I was helping Eric get his coat back on when Logan started to walk towards the doors. A lady came in a said something to him, so he quickly turned around and started walking away. Unfortunately he walked away from me. When he didn't see me right away he got really scared. It took me a long time to calm him down. It must be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">confusing</span> to be so short and all you see are legs. The other day we were at the library and he grabbed the lady's leg that was standing next to me. Eventually he looked up and saw me and got a confused look on his face like, "If mom is there, then whose leg is this?!" The funny thing was, that the lady didn't even ever notice. She must be used to her own kids hanging on her.<br /><div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-22443492063912657062012-01-22T19:41:00.000-08:002012-01-22T20:21:04.707-08:00Harry Potter Party<div>So way back in October, we had a Harry Potter Party while the boys and I were in Utah. Several members of my family have been asking me to post these pictures, so better late then never (hopefully). This was really Chelsea's brainchild. She is awesome. Since all of our kids are so young, they have never seen Harry Potter. So before the party we showed them some clips from the movie which they thought was really cool.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Igd-QORR4eUj9j7Jf1TCiMGAnb1Fb-Wt7vY8sOOAHO83q4jDvFqtrwvZedWdl0ODXyFtpkJz3ad_0EC_323CO6rmwO-TAr0V7gGnfbS7mRbiMqpLKc8KXYLta_jAo5fSn_LHs6MrRNxE/s1600/May-Dec+2011+248.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700671515761703938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Igd-QORR4eUj9j7Jf1TCiMGAnb1Fb-Wt7vY8sOOAHO83q4jDvFqtrwvZedWdl0ODXyFtpkJz3ad_0EC_323CO6rmwO-TAr0V7gGnfbS7mRbiMqpLKc8KXYLta_jAo5fSn_LHs6MrRNxE/s320/May-Dec+2011+248.JPG" /></a>We decorated the diningroom table to be all the different stores in Diagon Alley.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4OOKKFeH6FIgdmdMEAFAHp4Owx3PbqfpWegBUz9vbs2HAdnHEB1BS-ZiZiccM5iMxQXNRzG3L_Vj2a1go_K1S80IS9jHM86teHpZxG3P5ib0zS9o-ZQcDo-Qx0eUMX5TA6nmbbNHnC7u7/s1600/May-Dec+2011+245.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700671510835406994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4OOKKFeH6FIgdmdMEAFAHp4Owx3PbqfpWegBUz9vbs2HAdnHEB1BS-ZiZiccM5iMxQXNRzG3L_Vj2a1go_K1S80IS9jHM86teHpZxG3P5ib0zS9o-ZQcDo-Qx0eUMX5TA6nmbbNHnC7u7/s320/May-Dec+2011+245.JPG" /></a>Uncle Shay gave each of the kids a ride on the Hogwarts Express.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn2JF-Pa9mbiFq_houJUkxt6rBPAEX_s6qCg1-M33Llf1ZSWEUGE3aGa3WsQiwrhe2OYdZQ6Q4sQa7xEaZs0vyXsl7_r-2XHTVqRy85ia4AZdrMUOS7c7B0zh52r6K9dGK9MVoVoCMDv0k/s1600/May-Dec+2011+271.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700671506375081714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn2JF-Pa9mbiFq_houJUkxt6rBPAEX_s6qCg1-M33Llf1ZSWEUGE3aGa3WsQiwrhe2OYdZQ6Q4sQa7xEaZs0vyXsl7_r-2XHTVqRy85ia4AZdrMUOS7c7B0zh52r6K9dGK9MVoVoCMDv0k/s320/May-Dec+2011+271.JPG" /></a>I was Miss Trewlawny. All the children had their furtures told. They were all a bit murky.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaD2v6dkX561doHyByN2HU8nmsAnS-ApOk3j4hrEGdtDXYTPhbgss5h_eXWfQB6WxLRPACskYbvCbLXQ399CHHDpFIczTXbT9OmQbwBCg2q2qCWgjY574esBFhN9CiFDST3N1OYuExH6zt/s1600/May-Dec+2011+244.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700668713637101314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaD2v6dkX561doHyByN2HU8nmsAnS-ApOk3j4hrEGdtDXYTPhbgss5h_eXWfQB6WxLRPACskYbvCbLXQ399CHHDpFIczTXbT9OmQbwBCg2q2qCWgjY574esBFhN9CiFDST3N1OYuExH6zt/s320/May-Dec+2011+244.JPG" /></a>We recruited dad to be Hagrid.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj05BHmK9CgaWRcolKh31iaJkr5dRQPv8BV5Hslcy11vbsetgLgidTQRXB01q541lWctvTMneEWqpWs0poXiG0_NaASI5EhECFwey9lm2i35MQsfteZIjwPdWqcP_ZPSyOZmQY3AdAok99_/s1600/May-Dec+2011+276.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700668712057200178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj05BHmK9CgaWRcolKh31iaJkr5dRQPv8BV5Hslcy11vbsetgLgidTQRXB01q541lWctvTMneEWqpWs0poXiG0_NaASI5EhECFwey9lm2i35MQsfteZIjwPdWqcP_ZPSyOZmQY3AdAok99_/s320/May-Dec+2011+276.JPG" /></a>We made all sorts of totally awesome treats.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxTNypZLOKdmJZGF2muX8sF2Gjs2IRE4qcU5cA6WXAMDsyCsl6nkqfJF8vWOuej8oJEvH__iBEYkAtpjd4rqdmChq2EbyjkHvflTODx1a_y4JOpOmPKwn29AOphmxrz99BSXQvlaKQmIXZ/s1600/May-Dec+2011+255.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700668694952887986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxTNypZLOKdmJZGF2muX8sF2Gjs2IRE4qcU5cA6WXAMDsyCsl6nkqfJF8vWOuej8oJEvH__iBEYkAtpjd4rqdmChq2EbyjkHvflTODx1a_y4JOpOmPKwn29AOphmxrz99BSXQvlaKQmIXZ/s320/May-Dec+2011+255.JPG" /></a>The kids got to decorate their own History of Magic book with glitter.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrat4eKrDHLnM8UZnc4x_G4nV47daPkS6ExkNnHtblZ2MJqzOHm4Z1p8vu6McNzT0ZTET7cI1zjbcQsD-Q2sQzeSLD1xZxo3BDbodzDcKStU96TCjNXChuPQjVSrJYaDfUDJukXx6HFscW/s1600/May-Dec+2011+250.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700668696057171458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrat4eKrDHLnM8UZnc4x_G4nV47daPkS6ExkNnHtblZ2MJqzOHm4Z1p8vu6McNzT0ZTET7cI1zjbcQsD-Q2sQzeSLD1xZxo3BDbodzDcKStU96TCjNXChuPQjVSrJYaDfUDJukXx6HFscW/s320/May-Dec+2011+250.JPG" /></a>They also get to choose out their very own owl from the owlery.</div><div> </div><div>But I think all the kids loved getting there wands and getting sorted the very best. Uncle Shay was Ollivander and Chelsea was the sorting hat. The kids thought they were hilarious. I tried and tried to get videos to post, but they just would not load. Blogger is trying to make me aggravated!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-90854672843542928922011-12-04T20:48:00.000-08:002011-12-05T08:55:29.934-08:00We Are Alive!!!<div><div><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 214px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682502653113446338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjav5g6tpyatTnCcddst1PCsuynyBj8yaR7pKCWHEGS6H60vtr9Ed2OU3I9rBiN6JOzc181Bs8s35lSvPriH0X7Tn9JKXrek-x8yVXyarY4IWKskPFnVFMH9Mt_AwJxs24Ej06si73tgPJC/s320/May-Dec+2011+293.JPG" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW6VZvT5_jZgE2MX5E2bf2fm_HrNFCdF9WZcvEGf-8ec-UbwZZVKJ_GiHhR9Invy-EW5XTqtlqTXw6oFl5uy8Woij1nRY05FzpHRSiU2OwOTnYh-mBJCSeriSpgFsJnAT0NMtgwDy1bjUB/s1600/May-Dec+2011+294.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 214px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682502652350252498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW6VZvT5_jZgE2MX5E2bf2fm_HrNFCdF9WZcvEGf-8ec-UbwZZVKJ_GiHhR9Invy-EW5XTqtlqTXw6oFl5uy8Woij1nRY05FzpHRSiU2OwOTnYh-mBJCSeriSpgFsJnAT0NMtgwDy1bjUB/s320/May-Dec+2011+294.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRLepmoi8QFOWIK8Xn39tfKtZG2pxyn1j5t586OIfog5Wru2j8fJQG8aUtr4S18pN4arDnbPkm7AB0xfdV7zR-D0gQSn8ki9XN1nILmytsVeKZ9lInc2VhYT4NwubDIrY2Y81n108ZYIVY/s1600/May-Dec+2011+295.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 214px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682502640012937906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRLepmoi8QFOWIK8Xn39tfKtZG2pxyn1j5t586OIfog5Wru2j8fJQG8aUtr4S18pN4arDnbPkm7AB0xfdV7zR-D0gQSn8ki9XN1nILmytsVeKZ9lInc2VhYT4NwubDIrY2Y81n108ZYIVY/s320/May-Dec+2011+295.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx2IIRi2BkLcKIjGNtPcevfCPWZ5U293XBuPESKkzY2p-VoZosyFbSY6Mh4kw6w9mB2gs7KL4SDPyW-rMna6uXoak4AmO8BCD72Fo8o1RopKZ8VxkjydU8ha4dF049yPIRNBikT0-ZI6QA/s1600/May-Dec+2011+298.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 214px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682502635939995474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx2IIRi2BkLcKIjGNtPcevfCPWZ5U293XBuPESKkzY2p-VoZosyFbSY6Mh4kw6w9mB2gs7KL4SDPyW-rMna6uXoak4AmO8BCD72Fo8o1RopKZ8VxkjydU8ha4dF049yPIRNBikT0-ZI6QA/s320/May-Dec+2011+298.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA6HGjpx-FYUIey94G3XWEVlmuQx8xtZcKD85pNs1a0I0il6wP42llkQ2uHmmaLKy_ThynL1BJC1EnjhF-tOCXw9KVwrcv757UYE6S7VSFZRMZbDUM8vXg0o6CuJppbHCIQjsYSrTQgboo/s1600/May-Dec+2011+299.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 214px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682502636957711554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA6HGjpx-FYUIey94G3XWEVlmuQx8xtZcKD85pNs1a0I0il6wP42llkQ2uHmmaLKy_ThynL1BJC1EnjhF-tOCXw9KVwrcv757UYE6S7VSFZRMZbDUM8vXg0o6CuJppbHCIQjsYSrTQgboo/s320/May-Dec+2011+299.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUZpBO005X0863g0P_mHFY_OvUIuliyuzC59XWr5zrW4qBkc-46YBc-gwRLk7YTXcXy3I-WSo9vvqrC1pVhjDnv30-wpuMVTCJ-2OuS2NQLcYH2UMYSWljKdFCf69FAUA8gDLSFZywkKju/s1600/May-Dec+2011+301.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 214px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682502046611924226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUZpBO005X0863g0P_mHFY_OvUIuliyuzC59XWr5zrW4qBkc-46YBc-gwRLk7YTXcXy3I-WSo9vvqrC1pVhjDnv30-wpuMVTCJ-2OuS2NQLcYH2UMYSWljKdFCf69FAUA8gDLSFZywkKju/s320/May-Dec+2011+301.JPG" /></a></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><div> </div><div> </div><div>The reason I have not posted in so long is that we moved to Montana...and because I am lame and tired. I might do a couple of posts to highlight cool things that have happened since May, but I didn't want to get too overwhelmed so I thought that I would start in the present and work backwards.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>We just had Logan's 1st birthday. He liked his cake. But by the end he was not liking the fact that his fingers were dirty. Logan is doing really well walking now. His record is 9 steps. He also likes to stand and bend up and down over and over. Reed also taught him how to blow so that he could blow out his birthday candle. It is super cute. He loves to jibber jabber and especially play peek-a-boo, and he is a HUGE flirt! Unless of course you try to take him from mama or dada then watch out!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>On an unrelated note, Andrew lost one of his top teeth today. It has been hanging by thread for a few days now and tonight while we were reading stories he got it twisted in such a way that it wasn't out and it wouldn't go back in. He started freaking out, which I thought was quite reasonable given the position of his tooth. Reed convinced him to tie dental floss around it and then shut the bathroom door. On the first try, Andrew walked the door shut. On the second try, he wasn't standing far enough away. On the third try I heard a "clink" from where I was cowering in the kitchen, and I hear Andrew say, "It came out!" A pause and then, "OWWW!" And then tears. We had to read more stories to take our minds off of it.<br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-6043604639327822192011-05-13T19:00:00.000-07:002011-05-14T20:25:04.456-07:00Random Stuff<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimFXLEKPoE7NewI379y0KwFv90WG8k7mo5s62exmPcwTCza30dOloZtGJfyD0l4zGHXQX56-gIWUo0ZjdvSZj3jM1bL_0IwfazNjPAq1grYRE5mP3GGgYylsPU0mMl9aybYQVK2hFBIwo9/s1600/may2011+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606386705165562386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimFXLEKPoE7NewI379y0KwFv90WG8k7mo5s62exmPcwTCza30dOloZtGJfyD0l4zGHXQX56-gIWUo0ZjdvSZj3jM1bL_0IwfazNjPAq1grYRE5mP3GGgYylsPU0mMl9aybYQVK2hFBIwo9/s320/may2011+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Andrew is playing coach pitch baseball...and he is LOVING it! He is doing so great. Last week he scored the first run for his team of the season. I wish I had taken a picture of his face as he crossed home plate. His face was a mixture of pride and excitement. It was awesome.<br /><br />Eric told us that he wanted to play baseball as well, so we signed him up for T-Ball. He has had 2 games, and so far he has been "too tired" to play, or it is "too windy" to play. The little stink bug!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFTalKS1Hg1mWPWTbUjrhBiLmDvkzZ2nQ_z52JX-Nnd9c1nNHUALiYjS41o4wGUI75SzPw2knxo70-noZkB-Lj1deKfX4GdYQuBt_K2Yp73K_EQI96qN87oiLxVBYRMLtORrSQw83Psr34/s1600/may2011+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606386707572225154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFTalKS1Hg1mWPWTbUjrhBiLmDvkzZ2nQ_z52JX-Nnd9c1nNHUALiYjS41o4wGUI75SzPw2knxo70-noZkB-Lj1deKfX4GdYQuBt_K2Yp73K_EQI96qN87oiLxVBYRMLtORrSQw83Psr34/s320/may2011+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Logan likes daddy playing peek-a-boo with him!<br /><br />Last week we started Logan on rice cereal. The next 3 pictures illustrate how he felt about it!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_vIKNqKlzK_mges-SpgtAPvCMUvt_hDgX3_LnmEKim7EcLg9hDhMBFOth6x4FipLnfaPuIXzZ5eV4u9vy1JWYxultiCNe4lMGKJNpMqyKH6IfRYAJAt2IZs368aEFK3GxKKcFyVIbdsea/s1600/may2011+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606386702300653906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_vIKNqKlzK_mges-SpgtAPvCMUvt_hDgX3_LnmEKim7EcLg9hDhMBFOth6x4FipLnfaPuIXzZ5eV4u9vy1JWYxultiCNe4lMGKJNpMqyKH6IfRYAJAt2IZs368aEFK3GxKKcFyVIbdsea/s320/may2011+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">EEEK</span>!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsC6H11DO-Sb-27eaZ_3HZeWOYgmdo2q_jKdO7z55rc9kFbxUzd5XdcOZFniEypLZAJpDjr9L75urn_Vedh-qrwM360dyVZoXtD0KQE2cKt_bfl2WSS_7u5GrsjY4ZAmlrbaqb_yKY9e2i/s1600/may2011+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606386697286321138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsC6H11DO-Sb-27eaZ_3HZeWOYgmdo2q_jKdO7z55rc9kFbxUzd5XdcOZFniEypLZAJpDjr9L75urn_Vedh-qrwM360dyVZoXtD0KQE2cKt_bfl2WSS_7u5GrsjY4ZAmlrbaqb_yKY9e2i/s320/may2011+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />WHOA!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4RTng8KADPtgehyphenhyphenI-Iq6O-va_hst4pgfBk00i99hvUPV2XXXUt5AtNI5Up7l81axvGmUQxhVI310c5PV0-x2wrI5e-lD2VVmUsUD2nmZEXaQQjz8MSuH01xFWnzLIWOApS5Sku4nOSInv/s1600/may2011+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606386696707335730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4RTng8KADPtgehyphenhyphenI-Iq6O-va_hst4pgfBk00i99hvUPV2XXXUt5AtNI5Up7l81axvGmUQxhVI310c5PV0-x2wrI5e-lD2VVmUsUD2nmZEXaQQjz8MSuH01xFWnzLIWOApS5Sku4nOSInv/s320/may2011+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Just stop Mama, PLEASE!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><p><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxFCFMa9njxwLlKQ3upmiWMNwaiv1nj-YAnmVjhnvoNh6cflR_ithU44dXsb4pt1fUtwueBYMK8Cu0l5AzoBA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><br /><p>Eric just turned 4. He has really taken being 4 seriously. He is being much more mature and independent. It is great! So many things that he used to say he needed my help with he now says he can do by himself because he is 4. The other day Eric said, "Mama, six hundred is a 6 with 2 zeroes after it." I said, "Eric, how did you get so smart?" "Because I am 4 now!"</p><br /><br /><p>He is such a sweet boy. The other day he was laying on our bed and he said to Reed, "Daddy, I am so cold." So Reed put the sheet on him. "No Daddy I am still cold." So Reed put the blanket on him. "No Daddy I am still cold." Reed said, "What else do you need?" Eric said, "Daddy I just need you." Our hearts melted.</p><br /><br /><p>In church on Sunday, the boys filled out questions for me for Mother's Day. One of the questions was "Why do I love my mom?" Eric had his teacher write "Because I wanted her." I wanted you too Bud! </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-69790170704944883572011-04-17T19:37:00.000-07:002011-04-17T20:28:17.469-07:00Things That are Cute, Hard, and or Loud!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGYFQK4_MhXhBL-wAZGZUt7GrSLvbZ4Uv2QKQzG8i1aKAU8s9WwGuoA-kGZw4v9ZAMJBLPur8EoHPbiXwiBzPOVU36Sv748tf4abFMZwoJ1_tOkqBIk9RjBNnYBfuRvI9H8imF6Ml1YjQF/s1600/febmarapr2011+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596748512917551986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGYFQK4_MhXhBL-wAZGZUt7GrSLvbZ4Uv2QKQzG8i1aKAU8s9WwGuoA-kGZw4v9ZAMJBLPur8EoHPbiXwiBzPOVU36Sv748tf4abFMZwoJ1_tOkqBIk9RjBNnYBfuRvI9H8imF6Ml1YjQF/s320/febmarapr2011+023.jpg" border="0" /></a> 1. <strong>Cute</strong>- Reed reading to Logan. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">You</span> wouldn't think that a 4 month old would stay interested in books for that long, but he's got the genes for it and he will lay there for quite a while. 2. <strong>Cute</strong> now and <strong>Hard</strong> later- Logan sucks his thumb. It is so cute now, but you can't take a thumb away when he's 3! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf8ymo1GnTZZTkyVOxdtlPziXu2f4JjyZim-LQmKo0kioMY2a6o0XxChpES6QvJn4bnAsFKDVyU8r6EHG7LnHme1fS0HS7su82RGg-wUC3tAkLGNqJioUL-RbN-zAnLbdHHWhTPXo0zkcs/s1600/febmarapr2011+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596748508442644162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf8ymo1GnTZZTkyVOxdtlPziXu2f4JjyZim-LQmKo0kioMY2a6o0XxChpES6QvJn4bnAsFKDVyU8r6EHG7LnHme1fS0HS7su82RGg-wUC3tAkLGNqJioUL-RbN-zAnLbdHHWhTPXo0zkcs/s320/febmarapr2011+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> 3. <strong>Hard</strong>- Washing my hands while the boys are having a "car wash" for all of their cars. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtPE1_vqepj0d7yaCLDZAVpvDXzekn3cYtHnN9N9FcTEBBDjHzsl8I8yFeGvLDFShls3xaFgxKlim8gy4sUPshjAVjxxvoO1ldNCiQUY134cAIDaG2MrXFoOoAHom_Bj93pnbBRovatzVS/s1600/febmarapr2011+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596748503337722994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtPE1_vqepj0d7yaCLDZAVpvDXzekn3cYtHnN9N9FcTEBBDjHzsl8I8yFeGvLDFShls3xaFgxKlim8gy4sUPshjAVjxxvoO1ldNCiQUY134cAIDaG2MrXFoOoAHom_Bj93pnbBRovatzVS/s320/febmarapr2011+009.jpg" border="0" /></a> 4. <strong>Cute </strong>and <strong>Hard</strong>- How many party hats can Eric wear at a time? The record is six! Beware when they fall off though, because he gets really angry. It is also very hard to give him a hug, you might poke out an eye. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj7owWInznS-OUFF-b2qQCTx24vB8Hnf1t-O31DSZa28baNAiQPzT4fGy0uCd6se3MOg15fUArY0N7FQ0i37HRBI2B0kTudkjb91mAgvlpRuozcHY9VccnUpCGbWSFXADwv_LM4fdOAqfI/s1600/febmarapr2011+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596748504911107058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj7owWInznS-OUFF-b2qQCTx24vB8Hnf1t-O31DSZa28baNAiQPzT4fGy0uCd6se3MOg15fUArY0N7FQ0i37HRBI2B0kTudkjb91mAgvlpRuozcHY9VccnUpCGbWSFXADwv_LM4fdOAqfI/s320/febmarapr2011+029.jpg" border="0" /></a> 5. <strong>Cute</strong> obviously- Eric is a great big brother. We just have to stick close by because when he is done holding Logan, he is DONE! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_BBz9Ep7GJZn9EIoaqeSTkvE8D7wZ75kKCq7WGE5kYHpm7fbvwxH9dE_DSW63Uk0kCiVBtuViMb4hsniqvITz-m8Dr40su6j1Um2a1zN0MgZChNUfURtmf1mIEFqGs6oA2WQW8H2ccbtG/s1600/febmarapr2011+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596747773210155890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_BBz9Ep7GJZn9EIoaqeSTkvE8D7wZ75kKCq7WGE5kYHpm7fbvwxH9dE_DSW63Uk0kCiVBtuViMb4hsniqvITz-m8Dr40su6j1Um2a1zN0MgZChNUfURtmf1mIEFqGs6oA2WQW8H2ccbtG/s320/febmarapr2011+028.jpg" border="0" /></a> 6. <strong>Cute</strong>- Logan's legs just crack me up. I love that at this age it is cute to have chunky legs. Unfortunately chunky legs aren't considered so cute as you become older. Enjoy them while you can Logan! 7. <strong>Hard</strong>- Along those same lines, it is hard to find that time and energy to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">exercise</span> with 3 little boys. When I do <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">exercise</span>, I have an audience. Eric insists on carrying on a conversation with me as I about have a heart attack! Eric actually loves it when I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">exercise</span>. He adores Jillian on the <em>30 Day Shred</em>. Yesterday he dragged 3 door mats into the living room and said "Come on guys! Let's play Jillian." <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyXFEUBpR1bW0jiHw_gGqjR7fZTdfc67TicecaGowv6LjMENJ1FhLJg97N14-8j57OQj1stQJw1KBl_paU79vTZWOc5Uf1BFGGCBdXybXkdZFhcHLQoCwyRaWQ1vq6iTInhlTI3OhFHgNM/s1600/febmarapr2011+027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596747763613064946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyXFEUBpR1bW0jiHw_gGqjR7fZTdfc67TicecaGowv6LjMENJ1FhLJg97N14-8j57OQj1stQJw1KBl_paU79vTZWOc5Uf1BFGGCBdXybXkdZFhcHLQoCwyRaWQ1vq6iTInhlTI3OhFHgNM/s320/febmarapr2011+027.jpg" border="0" /></a> 8. <strong>Cute</strong>- Watching Andrew read to Eric and Logan just melts my heart. What a great big brother! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3inKxxYq8vSHz6fdN-KUxEscKqdE6J_1Yj9bUAJAFRTFw4M0x_oLX5jQ1z3nPON4tB3jBQedaCoYXIg0x3Vsa_Qq8NkZAq7Y8FmhSfrdxCXvhgfbrfQXp9_2SqM8ZVJkuQiD8nHwcxduB/s1600/febmarapr2011+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596747766512191730" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3inKxxYq8vSHz6fdN-KUxEscKqdE6J_1Yj9bUAJAFRTFw4M0x_oLX5jQ1z3nPON4tB3jBQedaCoYXIg0x3Vsa_Qq8NkZAq7Y8FmhSfrdxCXvhgfbrfQXp9_2SqM8ZVJkuQiD8nHwcxduB/s320/febmarapr2011+022.jpg" border="0" /></a> 9. <strong>Cute</strong>- My cute, sweet Logan. He wants to make everyone happy. As soon as we make eye contact with him, he gets a huge grin! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZ4SF3hFjaYN7VGbV92RGbU0hV4kt3CF8hDlVdUW7dKm42_jecLxazoGuh_LZ_ch9PCBvW-MIQ9XIOO9EYLOjNzrg91nvFSXA272aRKDSfE4PKZ_9GAkEOqMyCzOKQyhyi8h3yJBpCJ_M/s1600/febmarapr2011+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596747754512801362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZ4SF3hFjaYN7VGbV92RGbU0hV4kt3CF8hDlVdUW7dKm42_jecLxazoGuh_LZ_ch9PCBvW-MIQ9XIOO9EYLOjNzrg91nvFSXA272aRKDSfE4PKZ_9GAkEOqMyCzOKQyhyi8h3yJBpCJ_M/s320/febmarapr2011+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> 10. <strong>Hard</strong>- It is hard to keep the house clean because things like this pop up all over the house in the matter of minutes. The living room was totally clean when I went upstairs to feed Logan, and this is what it looked like when I came back down. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBuqlAZBXtKXBxZoA1iv1-tBq-rHzeTU0aGDW_09Q8oybKNKiwh4vblvy32POHV6ytunbbfJwAmjBo_VFi1xqoAxf0upzFleKexV6Sv5iUqZe5z9WLh1sewKfKEbXD04rySZGrie-Gn5ch/s1600/febmarapr2011+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596747750276717890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBuqlAZBXtKXBxZoA1iv1-tBq-rHzeTU0aGDW_09Q8oybKNKiwh4vblvy32POHV6ytunbbfJwAmjBo_VFi1xqoAxf0upzFleKexV6Sv5iUqZe5z9WLh1sewKfKEbXD04rySZGrie-Gn5ch/s320/febmarapr2011+014.jpg" border="0" /></a> 11. <strong>Cute</strong>- We are so lucky to have 3 great boys.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dygBOgmxikoLQyWgaTQEt7idYNuHIc5GoQkj3i_R8dnmo1fNo0Dc4kyjeA4WanjA8vwzS4aYyx48Bkjl6aKaw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><p>12. <strong>Cute</strong> and <strong>Just Plain Loud</strong>- There are 2 kinds of people in this world: those who like Neil Diamond and those who don't. Obviously we are the former. In case you can't understand the singing (screaming), this is the song "Sweet Caroline" performed by Andrew and Eric.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-88283967852209183992011-02-16T19:07:00.000-08:002011-02-16T19:56:39.137-08:00Boys, Boys, Boys!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf1PYdhmBPAtFtx_hOxMypkmm88MbC0AlER0o9FNNB2PJ0lzHp4wlnTG9YuUj2D31Nq5PAZyIZ332W-ZhlVh47aMl8c0OSJwqJdFmd8KL3M4UDUJtqzD7H5qOmu0oYkT09kTWkrY5p_cO1/s1600/janfeb2011+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574492717129896114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf1PYdhmBPAtFtx_hOxMypkmm88MbC0AlER0o9FNNB2PJ0lzHp4wlnTG9YuUj2D31Nq5PAZyIZ332W-ZhlVh47aMl8c0OSJwqJdFmd8KL3M4UDUJtqzD7H5qOmu0oYkT09kTWkrY5p_cO1/s320/janfeb2011+010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Cute, cute, cute!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLs6gL5oq2a3R9qiwS43CZINLeFbshWixkiGEOvcVzUE-ZLilbWzqxqJj3MeiG-b-rcna1raG5FP5CXT_VZRmjI49y8cifxoknafUeIsrNYnlVM3fn6vOyOwsSZRNpVsXbhSofQGIYgrxK/s1600/janfeb2011+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574492719261335666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLs6gL5oq2a3R9qiwS43CZINLeFbshWixkiGEOvcVzUE-ZLilbWzqxqJj3MeiG-b-rcna1raG5FP5CXT_VZRmjI49y8cifxoknafUeIsrNYnlVM3fn6vOyOwsSZRNpVsXbhSofQGIYgrxK/s320/janfeb2011+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I know this one is a little bleached out, but it is still so cute.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-X8V0mRGzxTp-IYlgOQS3vJVQ8Oa4SMzZV6lM4sq83NVVHHG3f3KEa9FD7Dfi585n-DikigllqsNqUmwC0A0FJWY0cHHxf46XrKJaW8_o4DoScT3PAG2IbwFfQenFTfYCrI6etDtKEgAV/s1600/dec2010jan2011+039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574490817886458642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-X8V0mRGzxTp-IYlgOQS3vJVQ8Oa4SMzZV6lM4sq83NVVHHG3f3KEa9FD7Dfi585n-DikigllqsNqUmwC0A0FJWY0cHHxf46XrKJaW8_o4DoScT3PAG2IbwFfQenFTfYCrI6etDtKEgAV/s320/dec2010jan2011+039.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Eric and Logan.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2rBN_EL0-UcfCH3VvEEsmwpbTM8GQ5BMa1DfuvJgivXI9UQst2rh0CDBU8vaMZGk4tGzb6f5gkKzQNGnvreqFkO-GD-Cq5ckRDXSiIrHo8cuTFzLotJjq9mWSpwueD66sLoTo_do20L1R/s1600/janfeb2011+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574490813282451890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2rBN_EL0-UcfCH3VvEEsmwpbTM8GQ5BMa1DfuvJgivXI9UQst2rh0CDBU8vaMZGk4tGzb6f5gkKzQNGnvreqFkO-GD-Cq5ckRDXSiIrHo8cuTFzLotJjq9mWSpwueD66sLoTo_do20L1R/s320/janfeb2011+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Andrew and Logan.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwqumFgOnrS8fhaWPQmFUAgApZfKv7romnCXzlKGVV5_ul3p6uE3434w2O0x3pAmVTsh-FIIWnHcnM8zvcTYp9L3tWhOIw6u4S3v_HqAijuFzXgFjH8GoKpIIwwv2TwbhDnxsZLZ0x_RlK/s1600/janfeb2011+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574490811221459010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwqumFgOnrS8fhaWPQmFUAgApZfKv7romnCXzlKGVV5_ul3p6uE3434w2O0x3pAmVTsh-FIIWnHcnM8zvcTYp9L3tWhOIw6u4S3v_HqAijuFzXgFjH8GoKpIIwwv2TwbhDnxsZLZ0x_RlK/s320/janfeb2011+015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Andrew reading to his younger brothers.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVe3gOU79s9JtNKPpiPcUG7ErmWQ57Mac4ZLIqkXRXoW13Fmpwm7LxRKpTyQdXHn4OnJaQDqdJMCg4cum_Aag73oaPjfKpWkjhvOgJrmZ4YuFitcVb0nUm6CE3rEpzdNamukDDHbNCemM/s1600/janfeb2011+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574490811400502210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVe3gOU79s9JtNKPpiPcUG7ErmWQ57Mac4ZLIqkXRXoW13Fmpwm7LxRKpTyQdXHn4OnJaQDqdJMCg4cum_Aag73oaPjfKpWkjhvOgJrmZ4YuFitcVb0nUm6CE3rEpzdNamukDDHbNCemM/s320/janfeb2011+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Andrew took this picture. I think he did a great job.<br /><br />Logan loves to smile. Unfortunately capturing these smiles is not easy. As soon as he sees the camera he just stares at it. Andrew took the best pictures. I would get Logan to smile and Andrew would take the picture. Today Logan laughed for the first time. It was so great. He was talking to Eric and I and we finally just started laughing. After Logan saw us laugh, he tipped his head back and did a belly laugh. Cute!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-84729170453232753322011-01-16T18:48:00.000-08:002011-01-16T19:06:49.517-08:001...2...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0U_odN39GemjCNpJkTxlf9THAWk02PhUPjihSBvTp86oip0utE0pOB8nxfKOvCndqI1i9nAqljQD0zUapApd2-Afh8hEYaFEKmd8oqIe0fr1Hd_KLTofvcPGMQo3exTS6P_tCtlv64yZY/s1600/dec2010jan2011+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562984875017911634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0U_odN39GemjCNpJkTxlf9THAWk02PhUPjihSBvTp86oip0utE0pOB8nxfKOvCndqI1i9nAqljQD0zUapApd2-Afh8hEYaFEKmd8oqIe0fr1Hd_KLTofvcPGMQo3exTS6P_tCtlv64yZY/s320/dec2010jan2011+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Nothing says, "I am a manly man" better then a pair of Lightning <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">McQueen</span> underwear on the head. The other day Eric was playing with some plastic animals, and they were not cooperating with him. He was getting very frustrated. Finally he said, "One...two...don't make me say three!" I wonder where he's heard that before?<br /><br />Also here are some more pictures of Logan. He is growing fast. It is a good thing because he really is getting smothered with love. One of Eric's Joy School teachers asked him last week if he liked his new baby brother. "Yea," he said, "I'll keep him." Eric basically lays on top of him, "I'm giving him hugs mama!" and Andrew has discovered he is strong enough to pick Logan up and walk around with him. Don't worry. I am always hovering close by. If Andrew feels like he is losing his grip on Logan at all he yells, "I'm losing him!" Logan is so patient. He also has started smiling a lot. I love it! It helps in the middle of the night to get a little smile. What a sweetie!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCpJoHk13TMWdbOGSS66BX0au8Q0p_03ZdtHF0RyPgn1vmHGbvUBDDalT_S07UZ5sfwpSFFYboU3gCAX9c9Y9zs5iQR7_lXVJ5hI63Et8azkqy01_zZXof3VFpUUWsCZbKqSRXOq8XeiAP/s1600/dec2010jan2011+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562984874494356146" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCpJoHk13TMWdbOGSS66BX0au8Q0p_03ZdtHF0RyPgn1vmHGbvUBDDalT_S07UZ5sfwpSFFYboU3gCAX9c9Y9zs5iQR7_lXVJ5hI63Et8azkqy01_zZXof3VFpUUWsCZbKqSRXOq8XeiAP/s320/dec2010jan2011+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNTexOzts1tb6oMZEV4HhK5caIlTTIWKh1kyWNmJO5GhrWA1WucUEPHwRDqqZ9wQKvxYKi-VrNpFxMl2prUEnc3Fka5nfU5_yLtyXFKxpnM1Wo6nLJurR4NREI4D0bB8pmOoEPYa95yExR/s1600/dec2010jan2011+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562984866634157602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNTexOzts1tb6oMZEV4HhK5caIlTTIWKh1kyWNmJO5GhrWA1WucUEPHwRDqqZ9wQKvxYKi-VrNpFxMl2prUEnc3Fka5nfU5_yLtyXFKxpnM1Wo6nLJurR4NREI4D0bB8pmOoEPYa95yExR/s320/dec2010jan2011+034.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHscm0BDz3xkzYMx_fLJLhRJFLHihbvwlZ7bHnXtc5-W4_fhtZG_h93t5bVx9YNaDF_Phi6DQWMjTsLQ0GCdPgCr-_N0zkxEq_btC94Zk9sSrcvzOJ3VtInnMXgKlomcZiBK5tAJfiNKUS/s1600/dec2010jan2011+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562984862768724498" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ7F-rQpMV0k30vrVbICrwj-bHDRSwjbSwmiFHovRqa7X1FUDvbgxkr5rD85kPJF-VakRCaH86n3blU7QS3yoxsQ0kYqEu7J0G5fT-mK1qq6DW7jqLmLcfhwwYFLBu5kMPWxci9FJfAs-h/s320/Logan+020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We welcomed baby Logan into the world yesterday! He was 9 lbs. 14 oz and 21 1/2 inches long. W e grow them big! I had at least 3 seperate nurses assume that he was C-section. When I told them no they were very shocked and impressed. I am fairly impressive:)! So far Logan is a very laid back baby. We have had to basically torture him to get him alert enough to eat. His big brothers think that he is the cutest thing that they have ever seen. Andrew said we should have named him Cutie Pie. We are tired but happy. We are so glad that Logan is here! Welcome to the family!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-36156968246150731442010-11-28T19:27:00.000-08:002010-11-28T19:40:01.732-08:00My Big Boy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUv2rjiHgeJ8IxOhCbEa3KLGsv7WIWsKa7W0oJwczCvaIPD994c8AulyVqZx7nEN0RnoS-YW_HTwwWI8qQno6g5kBVqt_atmPIIWy1TZt3vRN-9bzosJFj_0fwBRPH_c1bMh6qebchJ1X-/s1600/Andrew%2527s+birthday+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544808971236088034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUv2rjiHgeJ8IxOhCbEa3KLGsv7WIWsKa7W0oJwczCvaIPD994c8AulyVqZx7nEN0RnoS-YW_HTwwWI8qQno6g5kBVqt_atmPIIWy1TZt3vRN-9bzosJFj_0fwBRPH_c1bMh6qebchJ1X-/s320/Andrew%2527s+birthday+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwxgbdYhPtw-t7Y8kF-ohqq59Srmx6IAKjeWa3MsgiEMBd-1cqelEWnwYHtycIL_3cPKBxqiC88an8m13QxgAc4KxYtCF6ALePWKZVBk58ccbfnVmtf8-8n07OTERELunf8ld7lxG6Tqgs/s1600/Andrew%2527s+birthday+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544808968114209858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwxgbdYhPtw-t7Y8kF-ohqq59Srmx6IAKjeWa3MsgiEMBd-1cqelEWnwYHtycIL_3cPKBxqiC88an8m13QxgAc4KxYtCF6ALePWKZVBk58ccbfnVmtf8-8n07OTERELunf8ld7lxG6Tqgs/s320/Andrew%2527s+birthday+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br />It seems impossible, but Andrew turned 6 last week. He still loves animals, as you can tell. In fact he told my parents and Reed and I that instead of presents for his birthday he wanted money to donate to the NWF to "adopt" an animal. He also made cookies a couple of weeks ago<br /><div>and sold them at our garage sale. We were so proud of him. He stayed out there all day. In fact when we were cleaning up he kept asking for more time. He made almost $13. In the end he got enough money to "adopt" two wild animals. After MUCH deliberation he decided on 2 birds. A robin and a cardinal. We are so grateful for Andrew. We are so glad he is so sensitive and so giving. We love you Andrew!</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-51048689885688726982010-10-31T19:29:00.000-07:002010-11-01T19:59:38.479-07:00Fall Fun<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmjO1PdGk9enEixYSD7FZFsbv6G9yaWZSUsRotY8dxwznTcgTHZ3L3OCjy97_YxIjALgQ8V6gBMbN2OzmJJA02iMzAyn3ScUd3nB0onUqRVY7GuPBPaPuv1bKjgSxDJ3fABBBaXnRlmKLE/s1600/Halloween2010+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534407768266481378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmjO1PdGk9enEixYSD7FZFsbv6G9yaWZSUsRotY8dxwznTcgTHZ3L3OCjy97_YxIjALgQ8V6gBMbN2OzmJJA02iMzAyn3ScUd3nB0onUqRVY7GuPBPaPuv1bKjgSxDJ3fABBBaXnRlmKLE/s320/Halloween2010+014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Doesn't Eric make a beautiful women? My friend is actually holding Eric up because he was way to short to be seen. This was a fun little trip to a place called Oil Ranch. The kids got to ride horses, milk a cow (Eric opted out of that one), see lots of animals, go on a hay ride, a train ride, bounce in a bouncy house, and get a pumpkin. They had so much fun. Mama was completely worn out. Even the bouncy hay and train rides didn't make the baby come out though.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-blmyONkwc3Ocgyp21pVNts27os-3x9uv1Brk7xqWIUWSB6V1Sx1Iroq2FN0W0vKYQL1K4reIIshMHoIKxDXZdFLZu-8UjT0r7MilwHkzEdRTuTjJu1N-rTKJjAH3pu5tIAcpkGDVwJTu/s1600/Halloween2010+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534407758375727010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-blmyONkwc3Ocgyp21pVNts27os-3x9uv1Brk7xqWIUWSB6V1Sx1Iroq2FN0W0vKYQL1K4reIIshMHoIKxDXZdFLZu-8UjT0r7MilwHkzEdRTuTjJu1N-rTKJjAH3pu5tIAcpkGDVwJTu/s320/Halloween2010+010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgImRohRwvus2gTgjMCS_YtELlgqcAkvh4DPILEqNs49JbWu_Fiew5TJJfpMm6W_wMeKmb6OaMzmyPnA6c6mzkX_iK89QUAFJMDYVXIvQNrQK-2quhUjBY7ddCyo-tWRD5c_GXb1REhyimt/s1600/Halloween2010+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534407753443200002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgImRohRwvus2gTgjMCS_YtELlgqcAkvh4DPILEqNs49JbWu_Fiew5TJJfpMm6W_wMeKmb6OaMzmyPnA6c6mzkX_iK89QUAFJMDYVXIvQNrQK-2quhUjBY7ddCyo-tWRD5c_GXb1REhyimt/s320/Halloween2010+009.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Such good looking cowboys!!!<br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJXZhj5O5NZ7qGKgPBac531646bSQBg7tVwKN6h_pgMAa3dVISBC12NYEW2TBcKTnaF0iHav-J9COpUYnLjbnvRNEVrVELH89hbJu7cAGjtq6iEbyR1LR_q_HTtXsu4-nlW-WrPC3zdQIP/s1600/Halloween2010+027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534407744854749634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJXZhj5O5NZ7qGKgPBac531646bSQBg7tVwKN6h_pgMAa3dVISBC12NYEW2TBcKTnaF0iHav-J9COpUYnLjbnvRNEVrVELH89hbJu7cAGjtq6iEbyR1LR_q_HTtXsu4-nlW-WrPC3zdQIP/s320/Halloween2010+027.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />For Halloween Eric decided that he wanted to be "Green Thunder" or Chick Hicks from the movie "Cars." Yes, that is the mean car that crashes all of the other cars. Oh well. Reed was the master mind behind the cardboard box construction, I spray painted, and Andrew and Eric covered it with stickers. Eric also helped do a lot of the decorating. He did a great job. He actually has planned out what he wants to be for the next 5 Halloweens. "For this Halloween I want to be Green Thunder, then the next one I want to be a superhero, then a ducky, and then a really big Thomas the Train," Okay so I exagerated, 4 Halloweens. Anyway, so after the ward Trunk-or-Treat he was ready for his superhero costume. Reed and I were like, "Yeah...that's not going to happen."<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrDbFdBXVTfXUcw_70Xfq7ctUFYDa2bIbzxxyIHdhthFhUwNtdwuXntDGAK8lnBr9Qla8CJ8lpoRAnAGn0lJkQeVsE_2E5I1ZHcS0sRfnR6EPszaeUieSI4xbh_maY0NvuI0e4xa7lneyY/s1600/Halloween2010+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534407740385290034" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrDbFdBXVTfXUcw_70Xfq7ctUFYDa2bIbzxxyIHdhthFhUwNtdwuXntDGAK8lnBr9Qla8CJ8lpoRAnAGn0lJkQeVsE_2E5I1ZHcS0sRfnR6EPszaeUieSI4xbh_maY0NvuI0e4xa7lneyY/s320/Halloween2010+024.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis9jXVSYRWpUV3zQnJNFpJEAdi1-aIii3BWZbvEe6vEdu_1feePQg031W4WypYu6vQyZfz12Agvuo9Gra50TTtNFlMU4XEGJQ8wD3wmH5DsNcfVTQwFqkdVKulZ-TfIx426fQdFzFSD4tj/s1600/Halloween2010+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534404998082379410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis9jXVSYRWpUV3zQnJNFpJEAdi1-aIii3BWZbvEe6vEdu_1feePQg031W4WypYu6vQyZfz12Agvuo9Gra50TTtNFlMU4XEGJQ8wD3wmH5DsNcfVTQwFqkdVKulZ-TfIx426fQdFzFSD4tj/s320/Halloween2010+028.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAbvaAUtYE6aUwjN3ueWKMYArWsjdI4qnAQuPKBoD6ekptNtijcXQ4CBd93Trt0jnpIkMpE-XhRP7oK0qikFlOvkNu6tBGNSD_P-pny5-B9Ez5JLcDY-nwCGKDLCcUnhy2oSPxGRTGYOmk/s1600/Halloween2010+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534404986068926770" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAbvaAUtYE6aUwjN3ueWKMYArWsjdI4qnAQuPKBoD6ekptNtijcXQ4CBd93Trt0jnpIkMpE-XhRP7oK0qikFlOvkNu6tBGNSD_P-pny5-B9Ez5JLcDY-nwCGKDLCcUnhy2oSPxGRTGYOmk/s320/Halloween2010+029.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Andrew wanted to be a superhero, "Super Andrew!" It is embarassing to admit how late Reed and I stayed up on Friday night sewing Andrew's costume. But what is even more embarrassing is how much tape and safety pins were still required to achieve the right look. On the way to the Trunk-or-Treat Andrew listed off all of his powers. They were pretty impressive. He can fly, run faster then Dash, and is stronger then Superman. "If glass hits me it will break into 109 pieces." He also said that his wristbands are shields and that there is only one thing that can get through his shields. He wanted a lot of input from us as to what this might be, but he finally came up with something...the name of which I can't remember right now. Let's just say that Andrew's kryptonite is something like "Wukenite."<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrwomrpDzs7eCQZOipIMqDog6jyZhWzw1vynedmvmsqi0t6jkxeptHbwjt1zNv0VZAOPk6K8zPamCWzff1IpAyie1n1ow7Bv4bPXN6gQX6HGi5d6I8rDENaTr5ayf6rc1Px1urRiLOnQFe/s1600/Halloween2010+030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534404982275481026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrwomrpDzs7eCQZOipIMqDog6jyZhWzw1vynedmvmsqi0t6jkxeptHbwjt1zNv0VZAOPk6K8zPamCWzff1IpAyie1n1ow7Bv4bPXN6gQX6HGi5d6I8rDENaTr5ayf6rc1Px1urRiLOnQFe/s320/Halloween2010+030.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Andrew chose out the deisgns that he wanted for his cape, belt, wristbands, and badge. Super Andrew is one cool superhero!<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqUOpXVsoLYkvUkOVubvgxhbgbXT8PYBJKRBsCJD6CN3rhX3wPrD-gIpofFNhTohsUZ37SjSeUhLUXldkSdOCxXojdMS5k1_TuljJoLVWtF8536b1rbRvaU5GyhK2JRyP7B3147obhdRfE/s1600/Halloween2010+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534404974218167138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqUOpXVsoLYkvUkOVubvgxhbgbXT8PYBJKRBsCJD6CN3rhX3wPrD-gIpofFNhTohsUZ37SjSeUhLUXldkSdOCxXojdMS5k1_TuljJoLVWtF8536b1rbRvaU5GyhK2JRyP7B3147obhdRfE/s320/Halloween2010+032.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Here I am with all 3 of my boys. We decided the baby needed to have a costume too, so he went as a Jack-o-latern. </div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-61721508131717453792010-10-03T18:41:00.000-07:002010-10-03T19:05:16.772-07:00Updates from September<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQHommaw1dSzolDHvCaAU1ZewYNF_QKRSiIkd3YhZGyvVV7cctR4UdjLjsm3JOKd9Mt2kxNcj-o0aARMxuNByVrxrY8snjKhj3sZNeLQLVtmglCTlR1NYsWGzYXFzMXSRkf8qs8klBihDc/s1600/september2010+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524000468191263554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQHommaw1dSzolDHvCaAU1ZewYNF_QKRSiIkd3YhZGyvVV7cctR4UdjLjsm3JOKd9Mt2kxNcj-o0aARMxuNByVrxrY8snjKhj3sZNeLQLVtmglCTlR1NYsWGzYXFzMXSRkf8qs8klBihDc/s320/september2010+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy7r0P28mjun4pC34OMjW-ttkEMEztjhrU_RLnelrQQ_NHCRlp-R3NvQwH-YuycQ4Yjaot7YmnV2dkACtAryjbp9RCg0zOHMYfabd3_FsWG_1mz38ldRuo1wMFp4HPbqQCN4kqbg0ZWP2B/s1600/september2010+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524000464433860690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy7r0P28mjun4pC34OMjW-ttkEMEztjhrU_RLnelrQQ_NHCRlp-R3NvQwH-YuycQ4Yjaot7YmnV2dkACtAryjbp9RCg0zOHMYfabd3_FsWG_1mz38ldRuo1wMFp4HPbqQCN4kqbg0ZWP2B/s320/september2010+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>We started the month off by purchasing a minivan to make room for Tank. Yes, we are now minivan people! Andrew and Eric think that it is just about the coolest thing ever. It is so much bigger than our other cars, they feel like we are so high up. Even if we are next to a huge truck they say, "Look, we are as tall as that truck."<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFcWxO63xoNzO0Jt2nfUML5bFILFMquVlWLYHsrcdR8UDDxYRk7mky0SF5iVDFu2T6lonv6ZOvlytfs1OBlCGnFnRosoSAM5f8_etkAtU33-J5cM4bfMYhjbFHPPg2u_96t0XlXlkNhYYQ/s1600/september2010+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524000456737169634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFcWxO63xoNzO0Jt2nfUML5bFILFMquVlWLYHsrcdR8UDDxYRk7mky0SF5iVDFu2T6lonv6ZOvlytfs1OBlCGnFnRosoSAM5f8_etkAtU33-J5cM4bfMYhjbFHPPg2u_96t0XlXlkNhYYQ/s320/september2010+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>This is Eric's self portrait. He took several, but this is the one that allows you to actually see his cute face. So before I tell this story I have to confess something...we read in the bathroom. Gasp! So <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">every time</span> Eric walks in on one of us we are holding a book or magazine. The other day he ran in to go potty. He grabbed a crossword puzzle book that was on the floor, put the seat up, opened the book and stood there doing his business while perusing the book. Since he was standing up, he was done in about 5 seconds. It seriously was one of the cutest things that I have ever seen.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ExW7MDAY3jN2oNfDjau9jUv3NGROx-9OrfJXimRR2fLb4q4HL0ksNa0aXz7icfN3hVofWR1rdfYofW_kHHILdmF8aIzRIGNkHrGKuLtxLhMbIkgerTlrjq104prNYsGqEOAokz4-qF-p/s1600/september2010+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524000453354517074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ExW7MDAY3jN2oNfDjau9jUv3NGROx-9OrfJXimRR2fLb4q4HL0ksNa0aXz7icfN3hVofWR1rdfYofW_kHHILdmF8aIzRIGNkHrGKuLtxLhMbIkgerTlrjq104prNYsGqEOAokz4-qF-p/s320/september2010+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Andrew has now lost 2 teeth. This is his self portrait to show off his new grin. Eric thinks it is so cool that Andrew has lost teeth, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">received</span> money under his pillow, that now he is always showing us his "loose" tooth.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>The count is up to around 10 people now who have asked me if I am having twins. I carry out and down! It is not my fault! Sorry there is no photo to go along with this update. Maybe I'll be bold and let Reed shoot one right before I pop.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-18637018796201054832010-09-05T19:00:00.000-07:002010-09-05T19:25:19.166-07:00Vacations are Awesome--Sickness...Not so Much<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIv5jSxS-IAXznXn1FtjB9T4rhX7sDIcqn-RyeE0Gvp6j_4demXI_VoCb70bs-rRkGap48xkZmEjre-rwfZCfBXdT8tACg37INGUJYCTLtCwKbXWxjL6pJD2mO7tjENuIl3w2cY-9ctdTT/s1600/Vacation+2010+091.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513617237871320930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIv5jSxS-IAXznXn1FtjB9T4rhX7sDIcqn-RyeE0Gvp6j_4demXI_VoCb70bs-rRkGap48xkZmEjre-rwfZCfBXdT8tACg37INGUJYCTLtCwKbXWxjL6pJD2mO7tjENuIl3w2cY-9ctdTT/s320/Vacation+2010+091.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We went to Yellowstone while we were out west. Here is Andrew at the Grand Canyon of Yellowstone.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnSi0xyZSH2YLdhuzRAAU-iMQ1OgEDhw4Ug44hGD_2KIJoa4iX_aDLJmaMkIH6hbbOETGhPmrhnTrW39qQ_x3Gf7KggH_4oqTmzPrF5ke6-Kt-ykPrBFJfoZlYBpcgy-Zj2Nw2LQuLv0UA/s1600/Vacation+2010+098.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513617234728279874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnSi0xyZSH2YLdhuzRAAU-iMQ1OgEDhw4Ug44hGD_2KIJoa4iX_aDLJmaMkIH6hbbOETGhPmrhnTrW39qQ_x3Gf7KggH_4oqTmzPrF5ke6-Kt-ykPrBFJfoZlYBpcgy-Zj2Nw2LQuLv0UA/s320/Vacation+2010+098.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Andrew, Eric, and their cousin Jonas spent the whole time that we were in Yellowstone climbing. Everytime we got out of the car we had little boys climbing half way up a cliff. Here is a "cave" that Andrew and Eric found.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7tRQmx_li5SgDNX6ppgBpP05zYbQIzhpyBSy4P6TF26kqxjjIkLUDSTDoTNfnFzREwlCwkA67oqd98RBFj7cnZLdsFsGTjMOaIsP9Xg5EJ-J9KA8cc2bVTmrcg-JJ0QNrxMRFiCT3KHw1/s1600/Vacation+2010+090.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513617229878603106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7tRQmx_li5SgDNX6ppgBpP05zYbQIzhpyBSy4P6TF26kqxjjIkLUDSTDoTNfnFzREwlCwkA67oqd98RBFj7cnZLdsFsGTjMOaIsP9Xg5EJ-J9KA8cc2bVTmrcg-JJ0QNrxMRFiCT3KHw1/s320/Vacation+2010+090.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Here we are at the Grand Canyon of Yellowstone.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYF_DlZiIGRusVlAor3tD0A2uNnrQHTkpgEbtFaKwlpdFHnBcUzYYF97KE_edFpwif2eKMv2DRnmZWsSdH1ZEmE_ESLYylEmL-6yxS5kvg7LwcGn39zlGzBnpU5_eC4rW-yY-ygXHBDKyt/s1600/Vacation+2010+082.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513617225422537010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYF_DlZiIGRusVlAor3tD0A2uNnrQHTkpgEbtFaKwlpdFHnBcUzYYF97KE_edFpwif2eKMv2DRnmZWsSdH1ZEmE_ESLYylEmL-6yxS5kvg7LwcGn39zlGzBnpU5_eC4rW-yY-ygXHBDKyt/s320/Vacation+2010+082.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We wore Eric out while we were walking around Old Faithful.<br /><br /><br />We had a great time while we were on vacation. Unfortunately at least one of us was sick the entire time that we were there. That part really stunk. But we really did have a great time. We miss everyone a lot!<br /><div> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-60632374823958242422010-07-23T18:54:00.000-07:002010-07-23T19:19:17.574-07:00And Baby "Tank" Makes 5!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQGD8P6fUlkBydEjz3AoktNMS8wvTiVD5xgDi0ULln-CIBFZlpmQnvP0JsJY9kr3JR5UMne_78JY_fA7cW4ovxEsLpQdT_EiRy8Q9yMfEQYW700blDC0Z9zqsvwjfs0Ugmm8j4_bb_kOwF/s1600/Tank+Ultrasound+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497287996173981394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQGD8P6fUlkBydEjz3AoktNMS8wvTiVD5xgDi0ULln-CIBFZlpmQnvP0JsJY9kr3JR5UMne_78JY_fA7cW4ovxEsLpQdT_EiRy8Q9yMfEQYW700blDC0Z9zqsvwjfs0Ugmm8j4_bb_kOwF/s320/Tank+Ultrasound+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Here he is lying on his side.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj05rYJBJRVie4fsybWezDKyqKK5lGxwho5mKM2yIv9DruLMENKYy-CXxW0IZieghXgqmYJ7bnBXVxkE1GBYxqsrxdBALGwVo8A_TUXwuRGJVowij5dRyi51qRVK1fVIpLLz2u6_a2CKmGI/s1600/Tank+Ultrasound+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497287991739994818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj05rYJBJRVie4fsybWezDKyqKK5lGxwho5mKM2yIv9DruLMENKYy-CXxW0IZieghXgqmYJ7bnBXVxkE1GBYxqsrxdBALGwVo8A_TUXwuRGJVowij5dRyi51qRVK1fVIpLLz2u6_a2CKmGI/s320/Tank+Ultrasound+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Here is the proof that he is a boy.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUiv48k1hfdHlbcenhZotrKZtCvxH-dMGNYKsUlKDdZZiv6TQCIoP37tTln-tJ7525TyjAtmT-SANLJAAiDz32WQYhuYH-Uv3Bne7qQFiLbRKbDoc0BEGdbG5WdMOEB87WjQDLA_RZaqqb/s1600/Tank+Ultrasound+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497287985673006914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUiv48k1hfdHlbcenhZotrKZtCvxH-dMGNYKsUlKDdZZiv6TQCIoP37tTln-tJ7525TyjAtmT-SANLJAAiDz32WQYhuYH-Uv3Bne7qQFiLbRKbDoc0BEGdbG5WdMOEB87WjQDLA_RZaqqb/s320/Tank+Ultrasound+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Here is his foot.<br /><br />Yes world. We are expecting baby number 3...and boy number 3! We are so excited! Andrew wants to name the baby "Tank," so we told him that we can call him that while he is still in my belly. Eric wants to name the baby "Boy." So those are our 2 options: Tank and Boy! What do you think?<br /><br />The baby is due December 4th. We are about 21 weeks along. So we are past the halfway point. I definitely look further along then 21 weeks though. I guess the 3rd time around my body is not putting up any resistance to stretching. At this rate I won't be able to move by December! Oh well. It is worth it!<br /><div><div><div> </div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-89880284379310995252010-06-13T19:07:00.000-07:002010-06-13T19:48:13.130-07:00Our Bird SanctuaryAndrew is so excited about birds right now. He and the neighbor set up a bird sanctuary in the front yard. Most of the time we have 10-30 birds in the front yard. Andrew and the neighbor made habitats for birds, frogs, rabbits, and lizards. They set up buckets with a sign next to them asking for donations for the SPCA and the Giant Panda. They also both called family members asking for donations. They ended up raising around $80. We are so proud of him. Reed and I have learned a lot about birds in the past couple of months. Andrew has a list on the door with all the birds that we have seen. Everytime we see a new bird he gets so excited. We love his enthusiasm. What a good boy!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-86236311943922485622010-05-16T19:50:00.001-07:002010-05-16T20:04:59.627-07:00Andrew's Big Day!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQmFKJLAGgWMxVQjidpw0bwBFf44-vIu1ArF6io2JJUPDI4xisMYgVFiYTMBYdxT0u8iXQz3dV911-wrxe4C-5bxLZM30BI7ldqdUfXCTuhkJ5fvuO7GcJT7u5YKzkwpZf-_2nq1V7Kl36/s1600/May+2010+039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472066191169806994" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQmFKJLAGgWMxVQjidpw0bwBFf44-vIu1ArF6io2JJUPDI4xisMYgVFiYTMBYdxT0u8iXQz3dV911-wrxe4C-5bxLZM30BI7ldqdUfXCTuhkJ5fvuO7GcJT7u5YKzkwpZf-_2nq1V7Kl36/s320/May+2010+039.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifA-RAye3f_6rJzTAwBp3aBJX3B04jV60qejT72qAiYpgCMdPpUQC-oMtbfljfiUp5W9vxxB9pFZt_Hg8jV-_o-bF3Hyr3uhoTLx0fpWK8r9cT5jLfbkfChBS4Dx1Wz7nnYFZyFjeCNpEh/s1600/May+2010+040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472066186021564946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifA-RAye3f_6rJzTAwBp3aBJX3B04jV60qejT72qAiYpgCMdPpUQC-oMtbfljfiUp5W9vxxB9pFZt_Hg8jV-_o-bF3Hyr3uhoTLx0fpWK8r9cT5jLfbkfChBS4Dx1Wz7nnYFZyFjeCNpEh/s320/May+2010+040.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Andrew graduated from preschool last week. I figure if he looks this cute in cap and gown in 13 years, we will have to beat the girls away with a stick! He is a crazy man. For most of the year, he was nervous to downright terrified to go to school. Then about 2 weeks ago I told him he only had 2 weeks left and he said, "I wish I had 900 left because I love school now." In fact he cried for 2 days after this graduation because he was so sad that preschool was over. He just refuses to be satisfied!!!<br /><br /><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyzSGCEt2q_MwXmreWrdJvcf9jvAfuU9mzDj91sF5mEf3drgK5SFFwP5dWLNuN5rijuu6hqrnSd_DyOi5dQqA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Our camera was acting up during the ceremony. It decided to not focus and go as slow as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">molasses</span>. So that is why I missed the first part of this song. Then, since Andrew uses our camera and fills up the memory card with his animal/nature pictures, we ran out of room before the song was done. So anyway, here is the middle part of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." Andrew is the 3rd from the left, holding a yellow bell. I really wish we had gotten the whole song because after the bell part was done, then the kids sang the song. It was hilarious. There were about 3 different tempos going. Andrew and his friend Jacob finished a whole line before the last group <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">finished</span> singing.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-77437965982890141862010-05-16T19:23:00.000-07:002010-05-16T20:33:10.063-07:00Eric is 3!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_aNNNl3KOqvAvaa_lD7Y1t3-sr2Sk8Yn5n3AHdb6DKafeH2MwVcTqTQMNxbFWtWSuQPPyrm7K-3rvumkLv_jDyeIZtZcZlYH8zJHBzOdd67QJ-VbKqcXZMDwRScUuDNoH0cukUm6L0oec/s1600/May+2010+026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472060134836099762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_aNNNl3KOqvAvaa_lD7Y1t3-sr2Sk8Yn5n3AHdb6DKafeH2MwVcTqTQMNxbFWtWSuQPPyrm7K-3rvumkLv_jDyeIZtZcZlYH8zJHBzOdd67QJ-VbKqcXZMDwRScUuDNoH0cukUm6L0oec/s320/May+2010+026.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />How did our baby turn 3? He won't even let us call him baby anymore. He says, "I not a baby mama, I a big boy." But like I tell Andrew, both of them will always be my babies. Even when they're 50. Andrew doesn't seem to think this is very cool.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGxXdlyk628U7vUHmFDdne5RZH1Gx2Owxly-O-uAo5IcVdx82Rr2rK4Fs2ABhMfLJOZqcm6WfrfVr429rx_jkkPYBC95Of_RuKyt1h7zsrD9MUq9RKMlDJph5CVQN_JL7NStndHLW6kwrM/s1600/May+2010+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472060127474835346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGxXdlyk628U7vUHmFDdne5RZH1Gx2Owxly-O-uAo5IcVdx82Rr2rK4Fs2ABhMfLJOZqcm6WfrfVr429rx_jkkPYBC95Of_RuKyt1h7zsrD9MUq9RKMlDJph5CVQN_JL7NStndHLW6kwrM/s320/May+2010+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />For Reed's birthday, we put a car on top of his birthday cake. So ever since then Eric told us about 50 things that he wanted for his birthday, and then he would say, "And I want it on my birthday cake". Seriously, if we would have put everything on his cake that he wanted, that cake would have had to be HUGE. One of the things he asked us to put on his cake was a full size basketball! The thing that he talked about the very most though, was blue Thunder. Thunder is a character from the movie <em>Cars</em>. In the movie, Thunder is green so we didn't think that they made a blue one. But Eric never lost faith. Whenever he talked about his birthday he would talk about his blue Thunder, and how Grandma was looking for it for him. Ah, the faith of a child. Grandma did not find it (though she gave a very good effort), Reed found it. It ended up being the only thing that we put on his birthday cake, but he didn't seem to care. He was so excited.<br /><div></div><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwk3EufInxR4veQE36rmmFGkzquH9EtaHo9sOkoBRwyEQWJP8b1fAzAEMjY8WElES-IDFvpO8QZZcvpOOG6qg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />Eric caught on pretty quickly that he was now 3 instead of 2, but it is pretty hard to learn to hold up 3 fingers as opposed to 2. Especially if your fingers are short and chubby. So cute!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-810066265051431102010-04-11T18:05:00.000-07:002010-04-11T18:16:23.298-07:00Wild Flowers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnZ1lIJkDqZut-7m_KCfCxMdbBbX63gat-ricF9reYk6QT38s55XNkmyl2XPI5r-9S16_UHsOcbhEG6nyNRQtlvqDg1uKxwYfy2iLEHH3xUH9OPi6AORjTVs9Q6gjkfb8uaciDcsMMjb34/s1600/March+2010+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459053575145038578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnZ1lIJkDqZut-7m_KCfCxMdbBbX63gat-ricF9reYk6QT38s55XNkmyl2XPI5r-9S16_UHsOcbhEG6nyNRQtlvqDg1uKxwYfy2iLEHH3xUH9OPi6AORjTVs9Q6gjkfb8uaciDcsMMjb34/s320/March+2010+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Andrew found a few wild flowers (aka weeds) growing in our backyard the day before we mowed. He picked them and brought them inside for me. He got really excited when I put them in a vase. Later we went on a bike ride. Well, Andrew and Eric rode while Reed and I walked. Well there were a lot of "wild flowers" along our route, so every 30 seconds or so, Andrew would screech to a halt to pick more. This usually caused Eric to ram into the back of him but no one was seriously injured. When it started to get dark Reed and I finally had to say, "Okay, I think we have enough flowers." When we got home and put them all in the vase, my boys were so proud. It was very sweet. They both gave me great big hugs. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-18065986462504426022010-03-28T19:29:00.000-07:002010-03-28T20:43:20.926-07:00From Ahh to AUGGHHH!So often our boys go from something that is so cute and awesome and quickly it turns to something crazy. The other day we decided to do pillowcase races. The boys thought that this was just the funnest thing ever. Andrew was a lot faster then Eric, so he would wait for Eric at the end and then shout, "It's a tie!" and they would both laugh and laugh. As shown in the following videos, this game quickly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">digressed</span>.<br /><br /><p></p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxImVn0AX3c3wbOEsVa46eRh22-O90CPBGeBess-ar8QQPGbKHCQU1r0YY520ZHC_mk9pjUnHf1GSOO7drxFA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyws2rTLRyK96r21c0UECABJ_RVy7dy6Ef4vAeVG4DHs5rY6c-n_NYyP4DOpAGAfgkYB7XWcBzhRE6G-oAVCw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p> </p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy9O_5wYFm-vE22VZeg4ng1yPxyLUHlpzBv6dMpv-u8LxQ2JyUgaftlHFYNqG0uk3xg7pWANlZEDDKity98OQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>One day we were outside cleaning up bikes, balls, etc. and Eric went into the house. When I went in, I said "Eric, where are you?" He said, "I going poops." I was so proud. I hear the toilet flush and then I hear Eric's sweet voice saying, "It's cold." Yup, he stuck his foot in the toilet. My one <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">consolation</span> is that he flushed first. </p><p><br />Again with the potty. I was trying to make dinner and Eric had to go potty. I usually stay in there while he <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">washes</span> his hands, but this time I was in a hurry so I left. I said, "Can you wash your hands by yourself today?" He says "Yes Mama." Well he's in there singing and talking and generally sounding very cute. Then I hear, "I can't turn it off." I ran in and Eric had plugged up the sink and flooded the bathroom! As I was cleaning Eric just kept saying, "Mama I sorry I did <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">dat</span>. I sorry I ruined the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">band aids</span>."</p><p><br />Eric and Andrew wanted to be my chefs for lunch one day. So cute. I had bread, apples, carrots, an entire dinner plate filled with crackers, a whole gallon of milk and a whole container of apple juice...and a HUGE mess to clean up afterwards.</p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzzp96gJYSKTF3HIYSIGP6mdEAFgQilFGtVV8ItGK2-ES2iUcuH0LxXbIHY7BKvxi1FCrJnhqTqKbvTolMN9g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-76380603727763385432010-03-14T19:45:00.000-07:002010-03-14T20:06:17.715-07:00I'm Lame...Who's With Me?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVu1LjWaa8fIFFWRev79Ieix7x2fTfRyyUXXiMycdLOSjEAR5Kly_0CpaUSXoPOFsFqzDiuNDRtgwPQ7rrWhHDxjJN5Qe1-shpqT2bgGiodhO4UDezCsvAbCCrCinsag1OnmYvAOQrjLd_/s1600-h/March+2010+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448690882920430562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVu1LjWaa8fIFFWRev79Ieix7x2fTfRyyUXXiMycdLOSjEAR5Kly_0CpaUSXoPOFsFqzDiuNDRtgwPQ7rrWhHDxjJN5Qe1-shpqT2bgGiodhO4UDezCsvAbCCrCinsag1OnmYvAOQrjLd_/s320/March+2010+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div>I love watching the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Olympics</span>. But there is a drawback. It really makes me feel like a loser. Chelsea and I talked about this extensively after the summer <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Olympics</span>. We both loved them so much but then we were like, "Oh man, why can't we be cool too?" Being a glutton for punishment, I watched the Winter Olympics too. Just when I was getting over my feelings of inadequacy, 5 time medalist speed skater Chad <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Hedrick</span> comes to a Verizon store near our house. Reed and Andrew went to see him and had him sign our Salt Lake City Olympics banner. He wasn't in those <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Olympics</span>, but it was the only <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Olympics</span> thing we had. Reed and Andrew said it was really neat. They got to see all of his medals. He has 2 bronze, 2 silver, and 1 gold. They were excited that they got to meet him. Oh and don't worry, in a couple of days I will be okay with being mediocre again.</div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-69224359768280540482010-02-28T19:20:00.000-08:002010-02-28T20:12:16.539-08:00Quirky Boys<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSU80fVSg8ZHYwFjzwtb7NyUBU72_NJUNgtZcZVixtl2ldwuwJ6iJa68Ti19eOzFqzeXlsL_GT9Bko6VkTgf3jxLUjvWismPFC3zpN8y3RSvW0DJEwA61CycOvjxjEr0M0Dtqrbfzh_GJJ/s1600-h/january+2010+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443506328141545058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSU80fVSg8ZHYwFjzwtb7NyUBU72_NJUNgtZcZVixtl2ldwuwJ6iJa68Ti19eOzFqzeXlsL_GT9Bko6VkTgf3jxLUjvWismPFC3zpN8y3RSvW0DJEwA61CycOvjxjEr0M0Dtqrbfzh_GJJ/s320/january+2010+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Our sweet boys sure do love each other.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFpo7YRdfzhx29RHr5JI-bkbeG1GPQ_ZNAefPbz-JbydO2jDk45QTwduk3CuWScY70NipXEu8zkrk7zw-GE2rqpInEMBNpUqmLhLG4g0BrNyA4msD0T7vzbwtBDAcKnV05JzDh598mEpXL/s1600-h/january+2010+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443506321237066402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFpo7YRdfzhx29RHr5JI-bkbeG1GPQ_ZNAefPbz-JbydO2jDk45QTwduk3CuWScY70NipXEu8zkrk7zw-GE2rqpInEMBNpUqmLhLG4g0BrNyA4msD0T7vzbwtBDAcKnV05JzDh598mEpXL/s320/january+2010+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Andrew took this picture of Eric. I thought he did a pretty good job.<br /><br /><br />A couple of weeks ago, Reed and the boys decided that they wanted to go camping. They decided to "camp out" in Eric's room. Andrew was so excited. He helped Reed make a list of everything that they would need. Then as we were saying family prayer that night Andrew prayed that I, mama, would not get scared out there by myself. It was awesome and sweet. Reed tells me that Eric woke up screaming in the middle of the night. When he finally settled down enough to talk he sobbed out "Mama drank my chocolate milk." All I can say is that I wish my nightmares were this mild. Speaking of nightmares...<br /><br />...Eric's been potty training for the past few weeks. It actually hasn't been a nightmare. It was even his idea. He was helping me get Andrew's clothes one morning and he saw Andrew's Lightning McQueen underwear and said "I want to wear Lightning McQueen on my bum bum." Well I would have been officially a fool if I hadn't jumped on that opportunity. He caught on really quickly. We did have some poop issues at first, so we had to bribe him with Lightning McQueen cars. We finally told him he could get a Mac if he went poops in the toilet for a week. All we had to do was say "Mac" and he would run to the toilet. It really does help that he is obsessed with the movie "Cars." Ask him what any of the cars in the movie say and he will blast your eardrum with his response. The night that he earned Mac he wanted to sleep with it in his bed. He was so excited. He just kept calling us into his room to talk about playing with Mac the next morning. It wasn't until about 10:30 that he finally stopped calling us in. Pure excitement!<br /><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzNPNAtTV9FAg16kYCAGXu9ABgP1b2SqEQfD9VKcxFPfYZMbVy0WD4rcbDuGVEauMY6j_6mV066SxeYtyQAGg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>The boys were sitting on the hood of the car and wanted me to take a video, and this is what they came up with. Eric is in the mode where he copies almost everything that Andrew says. But this time, Eric can't get a word in. That is actually pretty typical. Maybe that's why Eric talks so loud...hmmm.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545281418204444475.post-57938349929467367742010-01-24T18:41:00.000-08:002010-01-24T19:13:52.128-08:00Cute and Talented...Some People Have All the Luck<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyKt70dmRJUedDvmPs6MoYffw3kJvFAZnG4TiCqmKHnAZixO3vPl68tRoKTOhRTClUJ7erJscdDuZCeLj3x4A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>First off, I do not know how to turn these video's. I'm sure someone smarter and more technologically savvy then I could do it easily, but alas...I am what I am. So that being said, you are just going to have to tilt either your head or your computer to get the full effect. Next time I will remember to take the video's horizontal.</p><p>So one of the drawers in the toy room was empty (because the contents were scattered to the 4 corners of the room) and Eric decided that if he turned it upside down it made a great stage for him to do some musical performances on. He did about 7-10 performances. He wanted me to film each one. After each one he would jump off and say, "I see it now." Then he would watch himself, get very excited and say, "I do 'nother one." This particular song is "Jack and Jill."</p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwVUsXStewsSOJTTkWavimtnLe07Ja8q-1B5EK8sibFvbizRstQhNAbpmRbyIze0XM7mI31i9UUPdVI_556_w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>While Eric was performing, Andrew was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. He could hear what was going on though, and he decided to hurry it up because he definitely wanted in on it. So then they had to take turns performing, watching their video, and then performing again. Don't even ask what song Andrew is singing. It is one he made up right on the spot. And yes, he is crazy!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6