tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92081369679206316182024-03-12T22:51:35.024-07:00my yellow balloonUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger364125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-21895541337471979492012-02-21T13:55:00.000-08:002012-02-21T14:23:42.067-08:00Lion Dream<span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Since it has been requested.</span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">It probably really wont sound as scary as it was. For this I am sorry, because if you could actually experience this dream, you would be scared out of your shorts. On the other hand, you would also feel, well...... cool. haha!</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">So...I am on this big inflatable rectangle mound. Probably about the size of a car. I am in the woods on a hill in a thicket of trees. All of the sudden this Indian/Alien thing comes hopping down the hill towards me. He was dress kind of like a traditional Indian, but instead of moccasins, he was wearing inflatable moon boots. He had this mask on with 6 tiny holes in it, kind of in the shape of a vertical oval. He also had tiny dear horns. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Ok, so he is hopping toward me carrying a sharp stick. All of the sudden he jabs at the mound which totally freaks me out, but even worse, every time he jabs at my mound, a huge ferocious lion lunges toward it and bites it and scratches at it. I manage to hold on and my inflatable mound somehow doesn't pop.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">But then (as dreams often do), I am in a </span>completely different place.<span style="font-size: 100%;"> </span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">I am in a weird version of the Stake center I attended when I was young. Everyone is attending their classes like normal. I am walking through the halls kind of just inspecting all the classes that are going on. All of the sudden there is panic. I know what is wrong. The lion. There is total </span>ciaos-the loin is on a rampage. No one is leaving though. So in my head I think, "What the HECK!!! Why is no one leaving? I am going to run home!!!" So I run home in lightning speed. When I get home, my parents are in my kitchen waiting for me to get home. I tell them what happened and they are so proud of me that I decided to run home rather than stay at church with a psycho lion. </span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>Later I hear the lion ate a young boy. </span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>Then I wake up.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>Sad and weird. But I felt cool that I was the only one who was smart enough to run home and that I was able to last through the scary Indian/Lion attack. </span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>I hope you enjoyed a look into my strange subconscious self. <span style="font-size: 100%;"> </span></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>p.s. Kate and Kara, this post was for you guys! haha!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-34633585257995273932012-02-19T21:39:00.000-08:002012-02-19T22:06:27.501-08:00New beginnings.Ok. Ok. I know I suck at this blogging thing. <div><br /></div><div>But here it goes.</div><div><br /></div><div>We love our new place. It totally fits us and is double the space we had in our last place. It's a little 1950 brick house with a basement apartment-we rent the top half. I'm sure our neighbors love how loud we are...luckily they have only complained once. I promise I will post some pics of the place once I get it a little more put together. I really am loving the feel of my home and love just chilling here. I guess you could say it's perfect for us right now. </div><div><br /></div><div>It also helps that we really like our ward. I'm in young womens now and I am totally loving it! Like really loving it! Except for that fact that I feel like I suck at teaching. I always make a fool out of myself, but I'm learning. I've only had to teach twice so far and the same girls came back to the second lesson, so I guess at least they don't hate me. haha. I also got called to be the camp director. Way cool. But I think I got my self into more than I realized, but I suppose I'm up for the challenge. There are only like 15ish girls total, where the ward I grew up in had like 15 girls my age. So it shouldn't be too bad. If you have any super fun camp stuff or ideas, send them my way!!! :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Auri turned 5 on the 11th. I promise promise I will post pictures of that! It was really fun and special. Her favorite person, her cousin Mia, came all the way from California so that she could come surprise Auri for her birthday! We had all of Auri's very most favorite people here so it was a special day for her and us. I'll write more about it when I post pics. </div><div><br /></div><div>Eden is a little toot and is more wild than ever. But me and Andy can't get over how cute she is and how funny all the little things she says are. We have tried getting rid of the "beana"(binki) but its just not working. I think she feels like it is a part of her, kind of like an arm. One day it will be gone...one day! </div><div><br /></div><div>We had a steamy Valentines watching the new Twilight. I think Andy's man crush on Jake might just be bigger than mine. He really is pretty darn good looking but then he talks and it ruins it for me. Jake not Andy. Haha!</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok. </div><div><br /></div><div>This blog post is getting weirder by the minuet. </div><div><br /></div><div>I should tell you about my weird dream, but then you might just think I really am crazy. It involved a lion. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, </div><div><br /></div><div>Peace out.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm rad.</div><div><br /></div><div>And the handful of people that still read my blog are too!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-25729929704129133252011-10-12T10:03:00.001-07:002011-10-12T10:19:39.546-07:00Lowdown Part DosHi.<div><br /></div><div>Eden is sick so I have been sitting next to her with my computer on my lap for two days straight. I have looked at pinterest and facebook so many times that my head was starting to spin. So, I thought huh, what else can I do? Blog....uh yeah, and then I really couldn't even remember how for a few minuets. Sad.</div><div><br /></div><div>I really should blog more. Like really. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, to fill you in with our lives right now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Andy passed the Bar and will be sworn in on Halloween day. The next day he will start working for a guy in Murray. It is a limited partnership...basically. So, Andy is pretty much starting his own family law practice. He will live in Salt Lake for November and try to find us a place to live. Me and the girls will still stay with our gracious parents--- Thank heavens for nice parents! Then hopefully us Fackrells will be together in a new place in the first of December. We'll see how things go, but that is our tentative plan. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-12236479734716676212011-07-08T20:33:00.000-07:002011-07-08T20:44:45.607-07:00Independence Day 2011<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8WgOOUYOWBYLBh5eU5LVEOGERE6MhCxYH6mIlUepaQheKnlfqx-b6z4HgISGwfvWh3KaxEF2vn4KUcOwVMj7iNce0VoRAxFipRLMeYNF3Q-HHxGFCQErwvAjF_1XeeaMWHjVIlLUojzgI/s1600/IMG_1288+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8WgOOUYOWBYLBh5eU5LVEOGERE6MhCxYH6mIlUepaQheKnlfqx-b6z4HgISGwfvWh3KaxEF2vn4KUcOwVMj7iNce0VoRAxFipRLMeYNF3Q-HHxGFCQErwvAjF_1XeeaMWHjVIlLUojzgI/s1600/IMG_1288+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627191327034830498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We had a great 4th! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mainly cause we got to spend it with Andy!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Auri got in as much snuggle time as possible.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's hard being away from such a great guy!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxSX-z05wIX5tYba6OKf0CUY5NJbfSMN_DN-3wxjtK1yYqibAtUV-0TpzSA2N_XN6Uclv_td3uHdDUoUW5KOpL7BRlMc0abtSllJzE2dINBmQLqRpyMps1kB9_fcU3yAoVHAXuMu6ZNsiJ/s1600/IMG_1159+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxSX-z05wIX5tYba6OKf0CUY5NJbfSMN_DN-3wxjtK1yYqibAtUV-0TpzSA2N_XN6Uclv_td3uHdDUoUW5KOpL7BRlMc0abtSllJzE2dINBmQLqRpyMps1kB9_fcU3yAoVHAXuMu6ZNsiJ/s1600/IMG_1159+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627191008749223874" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Yummy family BBQ. Ribs. Yum.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVjwNNSZw3YGift9og1HchXSRHMntOl5g6qi_0Ya72zPiTAF4vfTASFIsJ2dn0ExNX-QxNKqTPlr0g5WJBG6QTzRuOoPOFJ2Oj7UZ_0TAOq5nepnHfq2uNN5YpDpqWEfa_A9TZzZdA_gGw/s1600/IMG_1272+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVjwNNSZw3YGift9og1HchXSRHMntOl5g6qi_0Ya72zPiTAF4vfTASFIsJ2dn0ExNX-QxNKqTPlr0g5WJBG6QTzRuOoPOFJ2Oj7UZ_0TAOq5nepnHfq2uNN5YpDpqWEfa_A9TZzZdA_gGw/s1600/IMG_1272+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627191027432319922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My sister Kerrah brought her new adorable baby home from the hospital! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0NPX4mZuUWKzIn2FnZpvtVdaf7kM87TszlzvmSUJ4PbYeumgswWsjdnbC6feSMdCw63k3LuguVxox72EWPlNRcCc7HP9BK1bBLHBb4GX0Dloc9XiksddCs8BUDbNc5x4rIHYa6f8zk6gX/s1600/IMG_1235+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0NPX4mZuUWKzIn2FnZpvtVdaf7kM87TszlzvmSUJ4PbYeumgswWsjdnbC6feSMdCw63k3LuguVxox72EWPlNRcCc7HP9BK1bBLHBb4GX0Dloc9XiksddCs8BUDbNc5x4rIHYa6f8zk6gX/s1600/IMG_1235+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627191022478995458" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRlY_ih21YZjWwHhhDKQ1ueJfggalbM5_EQcT6x3Jo9ydt4N9ObzoNz90gNrDYDT4jN5Ije76QVUIDrx1v-Bc8dNH5IsIpNahqQ6396iggm4N1TSStFSC1Bgr27zmWE9nyCkbjEUETygK4/s1600/IMG_1208+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRlY_ih21YZjWwHhhDKQ1ueJfggalbM5_EQcT6x3Jo9ydt4N9ObzoNz90gNrDYDT4jN5Ije76QVUIDrx1v-Bc8dNH5IsIpNahqQ6396iggm4N1TSStFSC1Bgr27zmWE9nyCkbjEUETygK4/s1600/IMG_1208+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627191014286484098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Fireworks with friends!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Matt and Abbey were super generous and let us stay with them for a few days. It was nice to be around friends again. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtq7FLj_46E8Jt6mLirOMDbdXnp9miBytCtR1gFabtg664WxcRjiplFjA2mEOfrvxv7mEm4QYrTa1tIduRdQl-vSUUQh76NgqkUoFsUnzltA4zxjJcRNwo4yCZLaAiTm3p9szRuzhKa1NM/s1600/IMG_1181+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtq7FLj_46E8Jt6mLirOMDbdXnp9miBytCtR1gFabtg664WxcRjiplFjA2mEOfrvxv7mEm4QYrTa1tIduRdQl-vSUUQh76NgqkUoFsUnzltA4zxjJcRNwo4yCZLaAiTm3p9szRuzhKa1NM/s1600/IMG_1181+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627191012055437314" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It was great!</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm very proud to be an American!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-85061483903769122342011-07-08T15:23:00.001-07:002011-07-08T16:20:51.838-07:00The Things We Miss Most<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As much as I love Utah (and know it's where we're supposed to be), there will always be a little chunk missing from my heart that I left in California! Here is why:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; ">DISNEYLAND:</div><div style="text-align: center; ">*Yes, I know I can go visit, but it's just not the same as driving 20 minuets to get there.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">*Many a day, Disneyland saved the lives of me and my children. Let's just say a one bedroom apartment just isn't big enough for 4 people.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">*I will never forget Auri's face lighting up on many occasions in the magical kingdom. The best one would probably have to be the first time we saw World of Color. Auri was in awe. So was I. It's amazing. </div><div style="text-align: center; ">*Disneyland was always great when family came to visit...especially the time Auri pooped her pants. Remember Mom? haha!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Dangit! I need to go back soon!!!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieS2E37FGiyK-tCNsdPWko67OPq10b7_F5qT5FAeErdWBo7pk02jDpq2vlZfzEi-FjXqpb64DKWokewKfsXJaTNQnnGLp7bca6nDRrJMgMIzEbWfmQs0iPYCg_0NZakIcaHTlOPcW12pa2/s1600/blogdisneyland.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 900px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627110927243717986" /><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center; ">THE BEACH:</div></div><div style="text-align: center; ">*I wish I would of taken advantage of only living a half hour away from some of the best beaches in California more often.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">*We loved it when our family came to visit because it would almost always ensure that a beach trip was in store!</div><div style="text-align: center; ">*Going to the beach on play dates with moms from the ward were always so much fun! I miss you girls!</div><div><br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8czhuKaAVL3TmFrjE3trBY5K8gF3-fnch7rmcjtWedNzBRD8ZlOOwwBcM95gvdekeY9h_TG4fGiLcWYxwa_rq1OyfryWFoNZfu0gFb_vKPYs39liGY0UFgA2qDKEDJLn7CDGz6BBwNobQ/s1600/blogbeach.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 900px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627110926795102482" /><div style="text-align: center;">MY BEST FRIEND ROBYN:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*I think that Heavenly Father knew I would need my best friend to help me and my family through the experience of law school. Robyn lived 40 min. away and I am so grateful!</div><div style="text-align: center;">* One thing that Robyn did that means the world to me, is when I went into labor with Eden, she came and got Auri from my neighbor and tended her all day and night. I will never forget such a gracious favor. I was comforted knowing she was with Robyn.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Many craft projects...lot's started...few finished!</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Shopping, beach trips, Disneyland Days.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*General Conference/Food Fest!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Love ya Rob!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdGHHY9b5sHaDayiCgLH6sP4L3Rex3moFEW8edtwhB6M4gYJoA9SApeqjrLztNfp5Xf-SbzfGbh1jJjy_SG-1XdwJt2z4F9kjYONd0QRCMrhnBdxc6xOXxIUsPRzBJ8xPfjZkvqLsUUpBK/s1600/blogrobyn.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 900px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627113675143672722" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center; ">But most of all we miss...</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">OUR FAMILY!!!:</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">We really miss Matt & Niki, Max, Mia, Luke, Nate....and Sally(the dog)!</div></div><div style="text-align: center; ">*It really was SUCH a blessing to have our family so close.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">*Holiday parties, Birthday Parties.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">*Disneyland/Beach.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">*Sunday dinners were the best with the Fackrells!</div><div style="text-align: center; ">*Nate's Visits which usually included, trying to find a parking spot, dinner, teasing Auri and Eden, redbox, and midnight chats.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">*Hot tubing/Swimming at our place.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">We love you guys so DANG much!</div><div style="text-align: center; "> </div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjlK1M85xZ1k0W9eO1_XQgGZnKbwhJINJS7E8A7wWl4pqff6jfJL8yd7c4H9leoDJBvppGjIxiRGQBMCqqiC9UBgvg8fCYzCswVTG4n7bec1Yr7QX4KqxMGuBX-dA2R2E3nFtfIx14xHrZ/s1600/blogfamily.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 900px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627110936053975234" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-58815890603124664922011-06-26T22:43:00.000-07:002011-06-27T14:38:07.683-07:00Utah so far-in numbersBroken down moving truck: 1<div>Hours waiting in desert for mechanic: 4 </div><div>Days before Andy had to leave: 1</div><div>Times I have barfed: 3</div><div>Times my girls have barfed:12+</div><div>Days I have seen Andy: 5</div><div>Times we have skyped Andy: 25+</div><div>Gone swimming: 6</div><div>Eaten out: 20+</div><div>Words with Friends: 12</div><div> Eden to instacare: 2</div><div>Camping: 1</div><div>To SLC: 1</div><div>Hours working out (for class): 12</div><div>Root canal (Andy): 1</div><div>Cried: 5</div><div>Rescued Eden: 10+</div><div>Degrees: 103</div><div><br /></div><div>And you wonder why I haven't blogged yet? That is if anyone even reads anymore!</div><div><br /></div><div>Well for the record...I hope our numbers improve for the better this summer.</div><div>It's just barely summer and already I'm kind of looking forward to fall! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><br /></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-56733346352848851832011-05-06T18:22:00.000-07:002011-05-06T18:27:13.434-07:00The Honey Trees<div><br /></div><div>I am digging the sound of her voice...rich, melty, girly. I think this is just great. Enjoy!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><object width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ubeFZwCR2lM&rel=0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ubeFZwCR2lM&rel=0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-72561001049502979242011-04-28T23:13:00.000-07:002011-04-28T23:25:26.925-07:00Easter 2011<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7R5504WI6Ws4gH08mv2wTQi1LAJq6qMQ2vuPSuZRIuNM9YozdM8r_tXyakdsJp7AqPwjooBpegW88jrBgRwEEt2vR6z76qW7IPkg_-LU3okt6gpRKtSHVsCiKtfSxOjMrS_vKZKeI2-Jc/s1600/IMG_0561+copy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 900px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600885262590516690" /><div style="text-align: center;">We had a "Hoppy Easter"! Hope you did too!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM-sNJ2YA8GiMGFp2S7qQslARZYq5LIvBxlft5c9zS2HGQ2PYXR1hXgqgbLs7WAQ6mQjIUc0vZFxCvIt0XFAIluto-rC9ajsCHIKgz_-IQcV1UCcbbB9eNDyt6DZz9GclVcAKd89S8TwNd/s1600/IMG_0572+copy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 900px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600885266162364866" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO4mRkKCnG5ipym2p9dRXzhS4kszP4ObQ037x-IQphkihcpdEfRsBvQP5J67qP4GEYRlqtHaX9NuX_aT01xAQBNqE27Gi_NnrHr0UxdisdtvCysXuf_34rrq2PpO1Y-W3xOcX-C5_YJlCq/s1600/IMG_0661+copy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600885468465597970" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6x0DUPMwHsNL2D8jTzx7E-OnZsH4ywoouYnp6X4R7nNm8Xz78wux-BQqlFKuSGAPBmQHrHs17jmRQoFUFvfD41GiMAsA5_Sc4QXoYp_ni3y5JrGQwCDrgp5Rq7ajA_AdNiIUP-hh-Ixh3/s1600/IMG_0670+copy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600885472330450450" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhREUbpjaS5b4nG_3Oq9RLUZc571m905bUnIJjM949Y1uLtC4wS3y934WNv1Wty53tdKXOAb8Lg_ZdzHdCKCGCRa-V_t4C8pjPzJbxgLZGxzw81-FlnIeueG8ZAqNf1UuxvSF6Atv_HnMIN/s1600/IMG_0651+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhREUbpjaS5b4nG_3Oq9RLUZc571m905bUnIJjM949Y1uLtC4wS3y934WNv1Wty53tdKXOAb8Lg_ZdzHdCKCGCRa-V_t4C8pjPzJbxgLZGxzw81-FlnIeueG8ZAqNf1UuxvSF6Atv_HnMIN/s1600/IMG_0651+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600885464638293682" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQr-b9G_bYjZBsCkwuiai1HQkdr8JVb1S3MVQXFN6Mz3yF0yXlUhREBsZZ9WxqW84M-aUlYQKD1hz9Q5zZLfeHRjJpqDgOhm5xzr5Q4WyhS0JxeMTf_qdX7P8PwREdh6-597Z4taNjjz5o/s1600/IMG_0647+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQr-b9G_bYjZBsCkwuiai1HQkdr8JVb1S3MVQXFN6Mz3yF0yXlUhREBsZZ9WxqW84M-aUlYQKD1hz9Q5zZLfeHRjJpqDgOhm5xzr5Q4WyhS0JxeMTf_qdX7P8PwREdh6-597Z4taNjjz5o/s1600/IMG_0647+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600885275993249090" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgImEN6XZXib2rsebFxZy-am8vHrVieCzP0KdRUC9ceuauHwsXXGIqjtLZUUO63e4YvQsr8l4QR5fliiurciK3h_mik75Mx-ni8MrvDJ1kyh9YJ1CU5Mpq06VbShaVPgurWD-A-DgNA8-F1/s1600/IMG_0622+copy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600885270788071618" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdewvFyyH-hDQhKQMu0kIkj2wFOErWXfpE4O_ejAUpczEqsQrvkG8oKFYCyMzL7rc_JHt31XBCMt6eElkXlW48Mx808_fyEDiB61NXWj5sdsTLOqX6HBxG6pzOlx-qQ2CI3wUTfBgWg_1n/s1600/IMG_0636+copy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600885268307254194" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-41537993456555877342011-03-30T20:09:00.000-07:002011-03-30T20:30:33.389-07:00the low down and awesomenessSo I thought I would officially fill you in about our moving plans...like you are dying to know.<div><br /></div><div>We are officially moving from California to Utah May 14th.</div><div>Andy starts his Bar course on the 16th in Salt Lake. (Yeah, you'd think this guy could catch a break-but no! Sheesh!)</div><div>He will live with the awesome Mangus fam and whoever else will offer him a soft cushion to curl up on. </div><div>Me and the girls are going to live with my parents at least until the end of July.</div><div>I'm going to be awesome and finish my Associates degree by taking 2 classes...yes, 2. One online and one is the fitness center where I will be awesome and probably be the only one in there with grey hairs.</div><div>Auri is going to be awesome and take lessons of all sorts..this is my plan to make her busy enough that she won't miss her dad too terribly.</div><div>Eden is going to be awesome and...well, just continue to be awesome. </div><div>The main thing that won't be awesome is being away from Andy-Daddy. He is so awesome! Like really! I married a totally awesome guy! His level of dedication is unparalleled! </div><div>Well, that's it for the most part. </div><div>I'll update any changes that come along!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I hope for cabin trips, swimming, playing in dirt, riding bikes, eating Popsicles, crafting e.c.t. this summer. If you are up for any of that and want to join me and the girls, I would love it! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-71602274005471066242011-03-21T19:29:00.000-07:002011-03-21T19:32:42.014-07:00A Thing for Balloons<object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5nW_QBfvog?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5nW_QBfvog?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"></embed></object><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah buddy, I know how you feel, I've got a thing for balloons too...particularly the yellow variety.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-54889505805370131712011-03-01T12:55:00.000-08:002011-03-01T13:10:12.431-08:00kind of a spectacle<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBi6-CrJM_5v3PP1-BFMsB-5EEPe74k4v-yGR2pcOG9rU6Vl967ZbfTkKC5zt2tib_3WvMGtyNIdrO5hLcXI6BYYAzp3pwjgROWuXj5nMdMCT6SYkNf26v5P4hqvPBJBuD7s9OZMREFC3/s1600/IMG_9934+copy+2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579218286361242498" /><div><div style="text-align: center;">I got new glasses-I think I love them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxftg3ehqX_7s1EjCklZUqfI3AnEAcPThs-YXCkRV1JpaGGv0lsJiJQlTh_A8N9630vDHTAD9DAfhq_qb62gEvv3ttdOCiiZ2P1Xn9XtYZ9jIdslNBo5Bt_KNyr51ymtR7lc3nhvmPBHcC/s1600/IMG_9842+copy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579218277154447618" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Auri loves eggs-boiled eggs.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_dK-_YddSJ1M7wpaVSgW7y7dsJ35IRT8DWN9F__zTn9Ri3KQENTPpvDNn9SnKXg5s9vgyoFEN_dQJIZ6lPSfZ_2jqPxCWVsQTDFCys84Wc-nH0B8xCL2iNIO_K_hx8Ma2Xw7mM5MdsU3G/s1600/IMG_9867+copy+2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579218280890332386" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZpLKEkgo-FggmIc56hMC_Li6f8eQY6DZJThtzJ_ZIPjZtTeSc08BvivFCIwGu8sKz3o0lQvW42bzZJjliZBuv69Xu38B5biI0NqfRxQusb2I1VeKRA2RpmaCth3SAEwifu4aSTQeJK1Qi/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 800px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZpLKEkgo-FggmIc56hMC_Li6f8eQY6DZJThtzJ_ZIPjZtTeSc08BvivFCIwGu8sKz3o0lQvW42bzZJjliZBuv69Xu38B5biI0NqfRxQusb2I1VeKRA2RpmaCth3SAEwifu4aSTQeJK1Qi/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579218289831333298" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We're kind of a spectacle.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeMqHezHhH_nIqZcljHkPz-mXxhZCICKvgrWkyT6Jkw7HS1v-lg8zgVPFa4Q2j8kD0BTS2S3UKSda08cT7-MQazs4lqzPBvAD5QPOMR8zLTEmAUxBs7jtKutg2gllJjjcwV1CzWY_LYOIs/s1600/IMG_9783+copy+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeMqHezHhH_nIqZcljHkPz-mXxhZCICKvgrWkyT6Jkw7HS1v-lg8zgVPFa4Q2j8kD0BTS2S3UKSda08cT7-MQazs4lqzPBvAD5QPOMR8zLTEmAUxBs7jtKutg2gllJjjcwV1CzWY_LYOIs/s1600/IMG_9783+copy+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579218274660479730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Have a happy day ya'll!</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-30914368612094846262011-02-27T15:11:00.000-08:002011-02-27T15:27:49.622-08:00Sunday Serenity 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEMEm4G223PqmtMGkRejfMeqR2KeWyyT8TgN2bT7V8ZgruAWBEztvK6yhYpw_3qmAngAmcInmQNSUmhJpaolo5nNsKJd3nppOKWQqsXC-BIqHTEa_i46Vdvasl-KxmZBhz_pnVYmSWN2Y4/s1600/quote+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEMEm4G223PqmtMGkRejfMeqR2KeWyyT8TgN2bT7V8ZgruAWBEztvK6yhYpw_3qmAngAmcInmQNSUmhJpaolo5nNsKJd3nppOKWQqsXC-BIqHTEa_i46Vdvasl-KxmZBhz_pnVYmSWN2Y4/s1600/quote+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578511022758738338" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-62447427265884500062011-02-20T18:59:00.001-08:002011-02-27T15:28:09.814-08:00Sunday SerenityLately I have been feeling a need to be a better mother and spiritual leader of our home. I know that my efforts are good in being a wife and mother, but honestly I know I can do more especially when it comes to living a more Christ centered life. It's easy to get caught up in the world-even when it's good. What I mean is; I often find myself comparing myself to others-which is especially easy to do here on the internet. Things become more important in these kinds of comparisons rather than what is really important. What is important is how I am raising <i>my children</i>. I know that instead of sitting here looking at how others are doing it and feeling jealous or inadequate, I need to step it up and be better myself and not care what others think or do, just focus on what is best for me and my family.<div><br /></div><div>Well, I'm not really good with conveying exactly what I am trying to say so I think Marjorie says it quite well.<br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlsqViAH6fsQHgacA6SqJRxSSbuTp7O9QOINUJZBKhEy7fuEVDxSufb6mnY452zWnXy150VBe5PqDN63vLZuaLazP0TbAMsc3lLpZZH_KjFJyFvcoF9iP9NJhAXXlakWsq48Mu0Ahyp9Fd/s1600/quote1.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 600px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575972232692214274" /><div style="text-align: center;">So, I am simplifying. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">More:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Focusing on my girls. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Singing more primary songs. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Reading more scriptures and church literature. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Being content with my closet full of thrift store clothes.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cooking new better/healthier meals.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Having Family Home Evening.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Service.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Less:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Comparing.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wishing for....</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wasted time.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*Each Sunday I'm going to try to post a quote that I want to focus on for the week.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I think it will help.</div><div style="text-align: center;">:)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Sunday Serenity</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-39234659831186042272011-02-18T13:42:00.001-08:002011-02-18T14:09:15.702-08:00Party Time<div style="text-align: center;">Auri must be a pretty special girl because she convinced most of the Fackrell's to come to Disneyland for her birthday.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Grandpa hasn't been for like 15 years and last time he went he got on one ride and waited like 4 hours to get on it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He wasn't too excited-well thankfully we got to go on a lot of fun rides and we all had a really good time... especially Auri!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZx_hyphenhyphen2EikQjtkgAHn8bMMJR6mgamuEZdk-CZhySZZbn21sdqxurT-_xOSnG_-Z_MH0jMjw3d9XWz6JbRgvjjdus2XzWEfeDOq_L1Pm3SnVz1AnPfQ4pOZ-YfOv-OJj7tyxS-lerb0VQy7/s1600/IMG_9527+copy2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZx_hyphenhyphen2EikQjtkgAHn8bMMJR6mgamuEZdk-CZhySZZbn21sdqxurT-_xOSnG_-Z_MH0jMjw3d9XWz6JbRgvjjdus2XzWEfeDOq_L1Pm3SnVz1AnPfQ4pOZ-YfOv-OJj7tyxS-lerb0VQy7/s1600/IMG_9527+copy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575150822694218066" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">The party crew.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Auri was pulling a great face for every group shot.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Jackson, Jason and Tiffany will be photoshopped in for the Christmas card.) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcAxJrKDQmtlEO_ioqgcuG1o-c_RaayaEJA1CxtynWSsrpPLmxpIF3WRBO81HR1YbY9cj1RHPfZhsfjbMjOCWDoBgqVdTA0jAfqtpVB8YCxcXLeSNOcc6iRTUTewM1mTCc1rnl1DMO8Ayb/s1600/IMG_9524+copy+web.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575149343919721682" /><div style="text-align: center;">I really like this picture for a lot of reasons:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mia just snuggling grandpa</div><div style="text-align: center;">Max and Auri goofing off</div><div style="text-align: center;">the babies with grandma</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eden's cute little gremlin grin</div><div style="text-align: center;">3 cokes nearby</div><div style="text-align: center;">peace fingers and hello kitty...is my daughter part Asian. ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNKcImQ5LHW6V49NQu89l6d0KBiU8Tr0hXEpmdcUnE9i4dLM-cesyz0gxnNbqDt5NswliTYWinmajnzzwmomkJmeJfq_542wCzPjDQbS4VkNJg-JCfUUbS8PbbJPC8EgEXmd87D71AgY3Q/s1600/kittycakegirl.jpg"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNKcImQ5LHW6V49NQu89l6d0KBiU8Tr0hXEpmdcUnE9i4dLM-cesyz0gxnNbqDt5NswliTYWinmajnzzwmomkJmeJfq_542wCzPjDQbS4VkNJg-JCfUUbS8PbbJPC8EgEXmd87D71AgY3Q/s1600/kittycakegirl.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNKcImQ5LHW6V49NQu89l6d0KBiU8Tr0hXEpmdcUnE9i4dLM-cesyz0gxnNbqDt5NswliTYWinmajnzzwmomkJmeJfq_542wCzPjDQbS4VkNJg-JCfUUbS8PbbJPC8EgEXmd87D71AgY3Q/s1600/kittycakegirl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575149367095379826" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The cake was an adventure.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Homemade fondant kitty and candy flowers-what was I thinking?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Way too much work for what it's worth...and I didn't even taste it. (Not G.F.)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Although I do think it turned out quite adorable even though Hello Kitty's face isn't quite perfectly proportional.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She loved it and thats what matters.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiChtcmV6hmm_BT3WIhD6zvbSVT-EgTZ6ij11UYXheb_PkB_yjTAPnvK6ZKoMiJX9dz8Xl5xOdSt_VKf8ijXp7nmwmzHAaDjn8UjIjYsz8CXst6bDS2-1hWdZz3sw743p7_Rh2nsbo4gyOo/s1600/IMG_9534+copyweb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiChtcmV6hmm_BT3WIhD6zvbSVT-EgTZ6ij11UYXheb_PkB_yjTAPnvK6ZKoMiJX9dz8Xl5xOdSt_VKf8ijXp7nmwmzHAaDjn8UjIjYsz8CXst6bDS2-1hWdZz3sw743p7_Rh2nsbo4gyOo/s1600/IMG_9534+copyweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575149360510035634" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Presents! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAWnSOb79hX-4P01ESQmOuMiVsFYpPaeKSvSe9bHefG23f6DdT9ReGXYBsR4067MwPV-4Pix5omJZRYkiY7j2ba_3VxeFdowr67sgLFbvtxNLsXSGO-ZEvAwgqElfpFpHL7IfN02vQ9h4f/s1600/IMG_9546+copyweb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAWnSOb79hX-4P01ESQmOuMiVsFYpPaeKSvSe9bHefG23f6DdT9ReGXYBsR4067MwPV-4Pix5omJZRYkiY7j2ba_3VxeFdowr67sgLFbvtxNLsXSGO-ZEvAwgqElfpFpHL7IfN02vQ9h4f/s1600/IMG_9546+copyweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575149355349152306" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Her face says it all!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-71515471150487340392011-02-17T19:16:00.001-08:002011-02-17T21:08:18.254-08:00Auri turns FOUR!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF44KhNBKEm9XIs4je3LfdtXCqKovyJIWAOgNN862IVrhxDXCHzxOTz7MBkKG_WNhyphenhyphenUct2KsX5Dv0zD1gziWpR5ZQ1h1VVCHbrPDdU0Y9n4OhvJRYhGNRFa7eemryms5_2FNgQOYfcKIRn/s1600/IMG_9238+copyweb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF44KhNBKEm9XIs4je3LfdtXCqKovyJIWAOgNN862IVrhxDXCHzxOTz7MBkKG_WNhyphenhyphenUct2KsX5Dv0zD1gziWpR5ZQ1h1VVCHbrPDdU0Y9n4OhvJRYhGNRFa7eemryms5_2FNgQOYfcKIRn/s1600/IMG_9238+copyweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574863648972298690" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Yep. Definitely four. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvyikX71TJmwmC7WBVv-S0JfCWOIeqIeZLopKMPo0CiNv28l9vnM1eh-itOXu8TxyItzxIyUP-0yY93YpdHlZA074hrbEYRuCQdzapwrbaqVuK5KQBdqSVDJknIpRQLMQdXwnDqNqZ9xqI/s1600/IMG_9177+copyweb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvyikX71TJmwmC7WBVv-S0JfCWOIeqIeZLopKMPo0CiNv28l9vnM1eh-itOXu8TxyItzxIyUP-0yY93YpdHlZA074hrbEYRuCQdzapwrbaqVuK5KQBdqSVDJknIpRQLMQdXwnDqNqZ9xqI/s1600/IMG_9177+copyweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574863644982618946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Ha_wIbg4p0BWgNq14lg9PXX1D-GQ-YmFIzJ6pzCX40vBWojCT2ZviX32EgDhL1Dyq_d-ZYaYQyiuCiT-0swEW0MY_bHNt8p3e-XizCS4QSuBvEQUlC-l_CynUKufEtbl4TeFGH9p9N9v/s1600/filmstrip.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Ha_wIbg4p0BWgNq14lg9PXX1D-GQ-YmFIzJ6pzCX40vBWojCT2ZviX32EgDhL1Dyq_d-ZYaYQyiuCiT-0swEW0MY_bHNt8p3e-XizCS4QSuBvEQUlC-l_CynUKufEtbl4TeFGH9p9N9v/s1600/filmstrip.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574863639685178050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXHaLjvtGMD9mFivNkCtUKyAgZ69-4WaYRHK_7XSzppg08AXJ2URhgzRdOtStxzfAwG15Oh_BbbIiQ7HoZDiKlvWVnEzm2whWuRC2doIbu84a1G-OeySkJdfEnavQ1WbxphiW6aS9DJM2g/s1600/IMG_9162+copyweb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXHaLjvtGMD9mFivNkCtUKyAgZ69-4WaYRHK_7XSzppg08AXJ2URhgzRdOtStxzfAwG15Oh_BbbIiQ7HoZDiKlvWVnEzm2whWuRC2doIbu84a1G-OeySkJdfEnavQ1WbxphiW6aS9DJM2g/s1600/IMG_9162+copyweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574863636402506370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I am loving this girl at this age.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Auri at four:</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Is learning to read-she can read words like: kite, mop, run, fish, e.c.t.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*She is understanding consequences and rules and tries really hard to follow them.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Loves anything and everything crafty. Our walls have a few new decorations every day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*She says, "look mom!", every time she gives Eden a hug or kiss.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Getting really good at math. Subtraction and addition.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*She adores her father....surprise, surprise. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Hello Kitty anything and everything...She's got Hello Kitty on the brain.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*She is very curious about Jesus and his plan and asks really in depth questions. She loves singing the primary songs and says really good prayers. She is also really loving primary. Last week she got to say the prayer. (Her dad went up to help her and when he went to lower the mic he bonked her in the head...<i>way to go dad</i>!)</div><div style="text-align: center;">*She loves her grandma's and grandpa's and talks about them constantly.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We really adore this little girl!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy (<i>belated</i>) Birthday Auri!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-23961114682561056142011-02-06T20:19:00.000-08:002011-02-09T00:05:38.297-08:00Love Letters<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkex2yxXTOBM7MwjWH384qkvTEWLxpHDcg3WfM_CY_fhiVly0B7LKXWV6YHr8U8LHaamL0TnQe4_3Lx0dB46uPmVFksPpgu1ZoDXS2RrggMhR22qTZS49tZmHSnkbx-ctXXX8tJl-w98U/s1600/IMG_9066+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkex2yxXTOBM7MwjWH384qkvTEWLxpHDcg3WfM_CY_fhiVly0B7LKXWV6YHr8U8LHaamL0TnQe4_3Lx0dB46uPmVFksPpgu1ZoDXS2RrggMhR22qTZS49tZmHSnkbx-ctXXX8tJl-w98U/s1600/IMG_9066+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570798893551258578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I really, really love Valentines.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It makes me feel all warm and snuggly.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So many memories come rushing in every time I think of Valentines:</div><div style="text-align: center;">-sitting at the kitchen table making homemade valentine boxes for school...one year it was a ladybug and you would lift up it's wing to put the letters in.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Walking around the classroom trying to give the people you like the cutest one, or sneaking them an extra treat.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-making pink heart sugar cookies with my mom (could it even be valentines without them?)</div><div style="text-align: center;">-the carnation day for highschool years...I usually only got one or two...if I was lucky</div><div style="text-align: center;">-the time Andy learned his lesson on our first valentines...um, you are supposed to get your wife something on your "first" valentines...yeah, he learned his lesson and makes up for it every year since :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Valentines 2007: I had a 4 day old adorable baby girl-best valentine EVER</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Valentines 2010: in the E.R. with crazy stomach pain...later to find out I had Celiac Disease</div><div style="text-align: center;">-making homemade valentines with the girls</div><div style="text-align: center;">-delivering valentines door to door in the rain to all the neighborhood kids</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I really love Valentines!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhy3tyPla-HgQ4jE67j-UB97KCM7GU0LrJ03UeDIn5dg71cZL8h1JOznO6reQcmmu29rCDG-fkgdazNzCCxqPUJxyz2yW2iBusDNQ7J4kS5P_fwQWaP4bc_ORdl0m9qAaiEDER1XPO42XU/s1600/IMG_9064+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhy3tyPla-HgQ4jE67j-UB97KCM7GU0LrJ03UeDIn5dg71cZL8h1JOznO6reQcmmu29rCDG-fkgdazNzCCxqPUJxyz2yW2iBusDNQ7J4kS5P_fwQWaP4bc_ORdl0m9qAaiEDER1XPO42XU/s1600/IMG_9064+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570798888979344978" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><br /></span></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">Some of mine and Auri's valentines...Eden tore off the majority of the hearts the next day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Auri freaked out.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I consoled her by telling her we could make more.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I think it will be round 5 for us.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-58218752938316399942011-02-06T15:49:00.000-08:002011-02-06T16:08:23.565-08:00Eden 18 Months<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8cTraQ06_aL4Zpe661wZlOEFB40tZKJjuKCCfk0MxJuL2yl3-OOAZ31W2LalvC0olrCbwQWXt6zMWj5BvDLLsDXqS6r6iqw0sTL9JP_ETRpzoKCK2zRpdZZ173UUqDFAu5Q135JBUqUxN/s1600/IMG_9249+web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8cTraQ06_aL4Zpe661wZlOEFB40tZKJjuKCCfk0MxJuL2yl3-OOAZ31W2LalvC0olrCbwQWXt6zMWj5BvDLLsDXqS6r6iqw0sTL9JP_ETRpzoKCK2zRpdZZ173UUqDFAu5Q135JBUqUxN/s1600/IMG_9249+web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570728624246674178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Yesterday this little tootsie tuned 18 months.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2MGqhJbgW5VHUBD-J59mzVZxs5UDOCQcqyGIGSYSyAMU0p7CGPqZmNV91O4aZN4cjOCVfQVKVSXYLlPI4E9uqvLUpN3bkrk-mhsB0iGjnhNVRfdBG9Y6oh3vpHGeT44ZhP49ipcdwFQ3-/s1600/IMG_9364+web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2MGqhJbgW5VHUBD-J59mzVZxs5UDOCQcqyGIGSYSyAMU0p7CGPqZmNV91O4aZN4cjOCVfQVKVSXYLlPI4E9uqvLUpN3bkrk-mhsB0iGjnhNVRfdBG9Y6oh3vpHGeT44ZhP49ipcdwFQ3-/s1600/IMG_9364+web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570728621690799746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We sure love this little girl!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXeOLHwOMIeig7m9UYiwpHrUGqwqKJ9CX3gUg5EjmHF4gtGhE13xinfKQl2F-BUQjwOS2xEityRw_Coc4NV1u2l32Hz5PiDUQM0lYEkkEhqkQ0SWx3a1MiUG70tbcvCbgX2CsKW4smdwAl/s1600/IMG_9088+web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXeOLHwOMIeig7m9UYiwpHrUGqwqKJ9CX3gUg5EjmHF4gtGhE13xinfKQl2F-BUQjwOS2xEityRw_Coc4NV1u2l32Hz5PiDUQM0lYEkkEhqkQ0SWx3a1MiUG70tbcvCbgX2CsKW4smdwAl/s1600/IMG_9088+web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570728619961109938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Some tidbits:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eden is OBSESSED with her binky...Like walking around the house crying "B, B, B!" when it's not in her mouth. <span class="Apple-style-span" >Yes, I know. Definitely a sign to get rid of it! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >She has to do things her way and her way only. When she is eating she is most particular-basically, her food doubles as face and body lotion.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Extreme sweet tooth! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" >Surprise...Surprise!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Climbs any and everything.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >New favorite phrase is, "no, no, no". </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Loves pestering Auri.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Loves Auri.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Loves to snuggle and will actually lay her head down on my shoulder, something Auri never did.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Gives us kisses by poking her bottom lip out.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Luv her!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-32205052076822995892011-02-02T16:27:00.000-08:002011-02-02T16:41:22.705-08:00Coins for Kittens<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSyMSY9nVzncHLpaVM5Y1wXbmuKPSAMziWEAxlMYLQlt_JdzAnSL7s0tgztzwcXfUfMC4-pmszlU1gXF3JgO9ieI89ml6j9wFqM9JwivaoiqBtz3TPNTj8-Lne5SZfC2P2-NyTAZXIlqPn/s1600/IMG_7764kitty.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569254237435435138" /><div style="text-align: center;">Auri took her coins to <a href="http://www.coinstar.com/us/html/a-home">coinstar</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The machine spit out roughly eleven dollars.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We walked next door to the toy store and traded the moolah in for these cutesies.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Have any spare change laying around?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kitty's are way cuter than coins. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigl6E1IUJxawoVty1VUCJegUb7Kfe3bs-6tnBOJ6vmqf2n1bH4dvW8RXqulHDiInui8hyphenhyphenLQ39BsGwLX622y6zAZx-EOnZOZwTPg1FPT6n2Yi5yvo2aex_ExUgTwNzaPmDn4XfYB7dTTEV5/s400/IMG_7776+copykitty.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569254238868716290" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-66637168817978930832011-01-17T17:31:00.001-08:002011-01-17T20:16:08.911-08:00Sista Krista<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcxk8H8lFfd6BCxb2hSRM2fmE3HPL48xoppVCB5MCmlbGKyBH9W9q7R4_Q3YXn3p58JlTPY35t-PUAZ40jPcQkdnG4EXIEKx7sJZTVRDYvEGq5ZvNZf3tmT_2RUrd_1D800WtB_4M5JQ3i/s1600/IMG_8567+copy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563332811564934386" /><div style="text-align: center;">This is my little sister Krista.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She is called to serve in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%A3o_Paulo">Brazil Sao Paulo</a> East mission.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She leaves in April.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho-9KXpdBbVy4AdWdc-QIiTWXEoOwMKhM5QaieXhmXiq49l4TfaqgLWlDukKaffxNIl1aU3A6b4Hy8RVb46WZaRVZz_MLCwtViC4h2T_h0mxWB7NtKWBJqqzwzpzOHvAcr8OgFDcT6u8YC/s1600/IMG_8539+w+copy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563332809784219010" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt8ntSYr5vNq40uwhndt6APnvCjbbZJgGtBzqKseP9mdKqh4SgLdl-0RYXW9gi7rCopY0b6C2wE7LxtRsXSq5GZ0ZpjFI59pQ40WdG2NQMcBAy211bYIXDPmy3agwmuDLf6Sbho-wqV49h/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563332816260041650" /><div><div style="text-align: center;">Isn't she perty?!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi04x_pXFx8hDyJXt7aqW5Dw-jyaBCsXBzrL_wvJL_EL1PNtZMyzoYuR5OK8tCf6Pn9Bf6Hf7JRmn6OU5fQFsRcZTMfTwaib-T_e1pKYI9APyCzMj1Av5eHPPKL5ybS3ywTdrdHub8_rjr/s1600/IMG_8375+w+copy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563332797676422818" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">And a little cookie.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Qa9LYHokOUqVRkPj_9F7ajaB-5dzOWPFJbNMkRJgmKzlHrEHs64sBpV_meBvMB5-2xoGWwYN-wRT79be4asO61Al7ZKsHGbHEC8BK4WB34-vxjiz5WjR9Ilyu0y8AlQqWyl3KvYT_jil/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563332925259786802" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm so excited for her!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I think the people of Brazil are lucky to be getting such a cutie patootie!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Nbn5LUp1xf3MCAymWPme-m_o0bfO9ryiEfDsk8fmkJ-67xHXytePrkUAOCSyKvaJuNNjTnasllhCL25I9A4SB9CFcdpZ2fpZWNG1WUcVISVDOPMwzlr1rGnvgVKNnnH-S4vKn0bLkdZG/s1600/IMG_8246+w+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Nbn5LUp1xf3MCAymWPme-m_o0bfO9ryiEfDsk8fmkJ-67xHXytePrkUAOCSyKvaJuNNjTnasllhCL25I9A4SB9CFcdpZ2fpZWNG1WUcVISVDOPMwzlr1rGnvgVKNnnH-S4vKn0bLkdZG/s1600/IMG_8246+w+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563332796680112130" /></a><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-79835350055140364932011-01-11T21:04:00.000-08:002011-01-11T21:34:17.768-08:00Christmas 2010<div style="text-align: center;">Ah, Christmas time. So much joy. So much fun! This year was no different!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmgW5PvbGHjNanJWb_hgN4oyem6vXTaR5261ZfMXf0XGZ_nVFqN_u1XQ7aY_5M15dLL1t8iQB43DG2Lq64ejCDql0kh1OuHHwMnxaoNH7USnBYS076XrHn4tjTCDwCOPB8wQqX1PnTeeU4/s1600/IMG_7983+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmgW5PvbGHjNanJWb_hgN4oyem6vXTaR5261ZfMXf0XGZ_nVFqN_u1XQ7aY_5M15dLL1t8iQB43DG2Lq64ejCDql0kh1OuHHwMnxaoNH7USnBYS076XrHn4tjTCDwCOPB8wQqX1PnTeeU4/s1600/IMG_7983+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561162554894269362" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ready for church</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI7HpksKnHh1asAzfMfbcW7eooL4vLOnmoRcJlRSMVDEBUbzIqRSI0wUnkge4DzXAZk_uTc4t1qLDKH6lxXUo9u7VGxPsHu2cKulRe3KNYqob0vi9O0Kqjn041RsGdqNNvMo2P8EpfVHm7/s1600/IMG_8040+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI7HpksKnHh1asAzfMfbcW7eooL4vLOnmoRcJlRSMVDEBUbzIqRSI0wUnkge4DzXAZk_uTc4t1qLDKH6lxXUo9u7VGxPsHu2cKulRe3KNYqob0vi9O0Kqjn041RsGdqNNvMo2P8EpfVHm7/s1600/IMG_8040+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561162553239188482" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Performing "Jingle Bells"...probably the cutest rendition I have ever heard.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvsJAsyDjzamlysAMsk7UM3V_CCtcMIl75pyxUWF8eAY4pijgCCOFL-PYpnoxAuE85YGgJAQBTcqgMwNAePCVhDPpgxypWiJ6APe1L0AymKdW6yzO8QoXgsXlm4NxwC6IdBi0Ea3d9hB6P/s1600/IMG_8061+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvsJAsyDjzamlysAMsk7UM3V_CCtcMIl75pyxUWF8eAY4pijgCCOFL-PYpnoxAuE85YGgJAQBTcqgMwNAePCVhDPpgxypWiJ6APe1L0AymKdW6yzO8QoXgsXlm4NxwC6IdBi0Ea3d9hB6P/s1600/IMG_8061+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561162551520646418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Seriously, I'm coming to think that it is impossible to get a family photo with all of us looking "normal"---way to go Eden.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZ7lIinhtM4eILg8OoRbySTVC6maN1FJWsSbK-9ME49zuamXWXuTl7lSFX6tQ6KP5uvCVIRiUUGTMGFP8okZ-Z-0C_4prRPFGX4GoF5j-wzmihf66x3_1ez4-2uimkqVlVPFNyelhEsKZ/s1600/IMG_8068+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZ7lIinhtM4eILg8OoRbySTVC6maN1FJWsSbK-9ME49zuamXWXuTl7lSFX6tQ6KP5uvCVIRiUUGTMGFP8okZ-Z-0C_4prRPFGX4GoF5j-wzmihf66x3_1ez4-2uimkqVlVPFNyelhEsKZ/s1600/IMG_8068+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561162543966253970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Aunt Tiff and Uncle Jason-you wont meet anyone too much more inspiring than these two! They adore our girls!</div><div style="text-align: center;">We love them!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizgnManVhFtOgAFLgmv5FNJP3wgHYuCmblHOw7RONx57GFt_YgQusDzLd_8qPbZhGT8vn-tHzVP7VmTHUmq-FQEK4EQRmH9ghyphenhyphenWrc8ROFcwPUb-jxlTVgA6XkxP4X0QxyW3_CZXP7g7m4/s1600/IMG_8085+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561162040615392834" /><div style="text-align: center;">Eden and Giraffy...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Giraffy almost didn't make an apperance.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Christmas would of been more deflated without him!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank goodness he made it to see this little girls face light up!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijtGfAEWrs8HURO7s4EztJJaUXmCkRrtRlv43dR2YUDe-vFTYujr3yD8uSIz0woZHz7MJCfcTaone6lMBMN554ZpKuRpep5Joo61crYtF-_eaALQYAliboejIHVHWSCmkh3x-rpPJN8jAM/s1600/IMG_8139+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijtGfAEWrs8HURO7s4EztJJaUXmCkRrtRlv43dR2YUDe-vFTYujr3yD8uSIz0woZHz7MJCfcTaone6lMBMN554ZpKuRpep5Joo61crYtF-_eaALQYAliboejIHVHWSCmkh3x-rpPJN8jAM/s1600/IMG_8139+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561162038897855506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">There were probably 40 of this same picture. Classic. I'll have to post some.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfJpGlHSOGge8T63RKMZJY8TB3ExGd6XNiVj2b_1mYgHq3clBTWhWJUikTdvxcsSffNovGNzAYrSmPJW4XX98DSh3u3xcf-kGVB_dTvxXMxaMsQbPvGTK7R1HOtCRDT8L90MN5fNKGegsn/s1600/IMG_8160+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfJpGlHSOGge8T63RKMZJY8TB3ExGd6XNiVj2b_1mYgHq3clBTWhWJUikTdvxcsSffNovGNzAYrSmPJW4XX98DSh3u3xcf-kGVB_dTvxXMxaMsQbPvGTK7R1HOtCRDT8L90MN5fNKGegsn/s1600/IMG_8160+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561162032886664274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Christmas wouldn't be complete without lots of cousin time</div><div style="text-align: center;">...and grandparents galore</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fackrell Balls</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wii</div><div style="text-align: center;">Egg Nog and Coke</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hello Kitty</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gluten Free Cream Cheese Cookies (thanks Ma!)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cheese Ball</div><div style="text-align: center;">Movie Theaters</div><div style="text-align: center;">Snowmen</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's A Wonderful Life/Christmas Story</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cedar City</div><div style="text-align: center;">the list goes on...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But most of all...our SAVIOR!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Our Christmas was wonderful-I hope yours was too!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-40266476250065459752011-01-11T19:12:00.001-08:002011-01-11T19:27:55.561-08:00Thanksgiving 2010<div>This Thanksgiving was one for the history books. You see, I was barfing all day the day before, therefore eliminating any and all plans we had made to spend the holiday with family. Notice the "thankful leaf" behind Eden with the depiction of a man barfing crossed out...well, Andy was most thankful he didn't get it. So, we made the best of the situation and surprisingly I felt quite well that day. We made a small dinner-sadly no turkey-and enjoyed each others company to the fullest, and ya know what? We loved this Thanksgiving! It was nice to just focus on our little family, not to say that we didn't miss our loved ones, it's just, it was kind of neat to just be together and have a relaxing day being thankful for one another.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisB1-_Nn9GsRBWnnny4egR9StXdSgJ-fepPC5vfVq03JrJxg5mBMThmQTVCfvF-bDozBdTjQn2Gj34qo7Q0y2fXY1pDJKBASfgaRKDMvs6ctAwdTh6CRC1Su9-IR1OkAHPyp4Q-H74hUEi/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisB1-_Nn9GsRBWnnny4egR9StXdSgJ-fepPC5vfVq03JrJxg5mBMThmQTVCfvF-bDozBdTjQn2Gj34qo7Q0y2fXY1pDJKBASfgaRKDMvs6ctAwdTh6CRC1Su9-IR1OkAHPyp4Q-H74hUEi/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561132868873805330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Eden's pre Thanksgiving feast: Raisins with a pink spoon-yum!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPsmAGTFcfjpK9asS4QgiSGaf0UONbiJRUsDdAFp_Nm8zEb62u39R7s2bgNzheU55anzqOZrgNUy5MEH5uumnvQMv_nnFtNO-HKTtezv2T2Y1u_6COW21_rY0aJRqBK__5WbS4lHsISm5h/s1600/IMG_7792+copy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561132539233858898" /><div style="text-align: center;">Serious little Indian.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA0CFJZHGaa6-Fy3GV8McYGn7Imk9SQu4yjJaW3WMREg1Z4FtdwFTrqiyddBe6bRSnHbXEeS12iKsAB9bc3nMq3p8FEgl6JpGKvx7-yNJQSdW3SzSBW7VDjA46WIhV34Lf3cF6UB5_BUHc/s1600/IMG_7827+copy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561132542119429026" /><br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxLcsXAJaTu5g0ynd_ZyGks2mkpY33Pe-oobVAw30PSMP8VX8ooK3x45AwIrnOHCLSHaGNT63HoNyCRDOh5DkwB2jEcGmVID5BcS7VKqlmUAfhhm0jlyRNh4K79uzk5pYvKHLNWsHELIuO/s1600/IMG_7869+copy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561132561100260530" /><div style="text-align: center;">Most thankful for these ^^^</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-75883353102582456612010-11-29T22:41:00.000-08:002010-11-29T22:48:33.000-08:00The Lady of the Cold<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I won't let Andy turn on our heater...I think it has something to do with the fact that just two weeks ago our A.C. was on full blast. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's kind of nice to have to wrap up in a blanket and wear socks on my feet...something I haven't done for months!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not turning the heat on until she comes. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/752W0mrvP5w?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/752W0mrvP5w?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Why do I love such weird things?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-68947548432672454902010-11-17T16:00:00.000-08:002010-11-17T16:20:48.748-08:00Tiny Fuzzy Balls<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXEkqdiLBTDtWPmIopxF5uG72V6yd-RpuvT4Vk79An_KOn7ekRuzQI0ttS406Ldl5ZTniLtOxIi0LwfHULo-KcQ0BZIaolRXZtZ9MO3Eo1ra18dvDV97ida2Op3dkD2QOzFlcIEov1IiSk/s1600/IMG_7606+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXEkqdiLBTDtWPmIopxF5uG72V6yd-RpuvT4Vk79An_KOn7ekRuzQI0ttS406Ldl5ZTniLtOxIi0LwfHULo-KcQ0BZIaolRXZtZ9MO3Eo1ra18dvDV97ida2Op3dkD2QOzFlcIEov1IiSk/s1600/IMG_7606+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540673038483199186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">If you were like me, when you were three, then every time your mom took you to the craft store, you probably wanted tiny fuzzy balls.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, Auri is no different.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">They're just so <i>tiny</i> and <i>cute </i>and too hard to resist!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizLbOz9In3uJbazT7FAP0aQ_pUtehB4tnvsVtrwX5qeMwRMSgRTXsKAiPlrOOuHXt2WnBRYJtlW0jFBRWXBGpbLCk9D35JXmg0kWZ7W9i0pAOkQLoskm3ReT0uPdiIy7kNjt28R-6e7t6X/s1600/IMG_7586+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizLbOz9In3uJbazT7FAP0aQ_pUtehB4tnvsVtrwX5qeMwRMSgRTXsKAiPlrOOuHXt2WnBRYJtlW0jFBRWXBGpbLCk9D35JXmg0kWZ7W9i0pAOkQLoskm3ReT0uPdiIy7kNjt28R-6e7t6X/s1600/IMG_7586+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540673027552822290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">So we made party hat people...cause every day is a party, right?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Piggies with a mysterious jump rope.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(we didn't add it, it just appeared)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">They must have needed something to do at piggy recess.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ_-RDGnUIId3eKmKVujzKiM_LYtJAkKs4bF86MWW4rY_0gdSGAS9ZzYWWqNUAZneTIeIz7xLLfYaDUi6u1jZSBRT0NmC9VZg3g9WNMLu3TVDJRvvl8xsp5V8RBNQkMM3gBVyeRzRSgFmJ/s1600/IMG_7580+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ_-RDGnUIId3eKmKVujzKiM_LYtJAkKs4bF86MWW4rY_0gdSGAS9ZzYWWqNUAZneTIeIz7xLLfYaDUi6u1jZSBRT0NmC9VZg3g9WNMLu3TVDJRvvl8xsp5V8RBNQkMM3gBVyeRzRSgFmJ/s1600/IMG_7580+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540673023978239042" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So simple and fun for kids.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I drew the pigs and the circles for faces and the hair...Auri did the rest.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-6841191987782923492010-11-17T15:42:00.001-08:002010-11-17T15:49:45.109-08:00Yo Gabba Gabba<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5BAzldSX6yh_AEkw9AKr-X3MLCFbrWsUFsFUt_y2-qhTKWMo_Abip8VEXCFbLW9Nr_69h-gn-mIc8mIn77HpeztG287-3q8saqxWlKSLoBkf5dSMm9br7N6shR74FWVnv6QdPzzotqUXr/s1600/IMG_7699+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5BAzldSX6yh_AEkw9AKr-X3MLCFbrWsUFsFUt_y2-qhTKWMo_Abip8VEXCFbLW9Nr_69h-gn-mIc8mIn77HpeztG287-3q8saqxWlKSLoBkf5dSMm9br7N6shR74FWVnv6QdPzzotqUXr/s1600/IMG_7699+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540668610036625666" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(Notice Mia on the screen-cool huh!)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This Yo Gabba Gabba was special to us for a number of reasons....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Uncle Matt directed it</div><div style="text-align: center;">Daddy wrote a song for it</div><div style="text-align: center;">and</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our cousin Mia was in it</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">it was.......<i>AWESOME</i>!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bZkr1QKDpOa1JieaT5kUeYOZQEC1m0uziCkCCOXTmsjhXyTA6JK0TtohN7aIKK0NT7OoJoLJ90Kf4LTs8s7PedTnL9gBsuSGfwYh30QW7cFufw3hBa7TpTlyBPJnmrIsVWMuxG5gdfbm/s1600/IMG_7674+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bZkr1QKDpOa1JieaT5kUeYOZQEC1m0uziCkCCOXTmsjhXyTA6JK0TtohN7aIKK0NT7OoJoLJ90Kf4LTs8s7PedTnL9gBsuSGfwYh30QW7cFufw3hBa7TpTlyBPJnmrIsVWMuxG5gdfbm/s1600/IMG_7674+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540668605194751282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Glued...just as they should be! :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBoZVWHX9QhaGW5akaCzMShalAJ4sgDq9c8jYdWhMKUYp2U4Q7GxNWEgCVGUS8SL8WjSG4o6MURS6_f9NgFKtPEI8YyQVMdcZiK6gwOX0aYf3iKOHl8b0g9fC4xKRMkxpX6k2aGDEOGdmQ/s1600/IMG_7670+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBoZVWHX9QhaGW5akaCzMShalAJ4sgDq9c8jYdWhMKUYp2U4Q7GxNWEgCVGUS8SL8WjSG4o6MURS6_f9NgFKtPEI8YyQVMdcZiK6gwOX0aYf3iKOHl8b0g9fC4xKRMkxpX6k2aGDEOGdmQ/s1600/IMG_7670+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540668598332770114" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah, we were excited!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUCjGz-7Tyi30red4zgUD5gt-m_QZ5bTLk5ozlIx-nmZr1kszpxkt42EvNiP-MUvZxR_L0OjmOoaN7aglcGEh8Lh5RHPRgO67u-3YnWafMnBkrqhGWmYrgnD593ced2MZrplZZhPdY4xIF/s1600/IMG_7636+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUCjGz-7Tyi30red4zgUD5gt-m_QZ5bTLk5ozlIx-nmZr1kszpxkt42EvNiP-MUvZxR_L0OjmOoaN7aglcGEh8Lh5RHPRgO67u-3YnWafMnBkrqhGWmYrgnD593ced2MZrplZZhPdY4xIF/s1600/IMG_7636+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540668594465068786" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208136967920631618.post-39708405935413290342010-11-17T15:07:00.000-08:002010-11-17T15:20:01.503-08:00Cowgirl meets Lumber Jack<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfDLjUDWr0Hbg67NC2pW5iB6Ky_XrZ0Bb-uhhJbSbvh6pcm9Qi_sVbO2i1WPbDfx0bqi3MqqmGgE04YgzPEABmGzen7ns28Tfp3H6uu5XQ2uBVkKAus_igZuhCQX3PH7g6Zyk32fI0WqGv/s1600/IMG_7704+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfDLjUDWr0Hbg67NC2pW5iB6Ky_XrZ0Bb-uhhJbSbvh6pcm9Qi_sVbO2i1WPbDfx0bqi3MqqmGgE04YgzPEABmGzen7ns28Tfp3H6uu5XQ2uBVkKAus_igZuhCQX3PH7g6Zyk32fI0WqGv/s1600/IMG_7704+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540659546499741650" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah so...I haven't posted any outfits yet.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But, here's my first.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Shirt: Husband bought it at thrift store then later realized it's a womens shirt. <i>SCORE!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Vest: Goodwill</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Pants: Old Navy</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Shoes: JCREW (found at Downeast for 97 cents!)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Necklace: F21</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ring: Designed by my mom when she was a teen.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2