tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371064612024-03-13T09:16:42.284-05:00Oh The Places We Go!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-15643754404201506042011-03-24T08:45:00.008-05:002011-03-24T09:58:30.123-05:00I Scream, You Scream.....<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uKKr1BoEZ0o/TYtZ531hx9I/AAAAAAAABpc/KN-HGJO5rgc/s1600/047.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587658613459109842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uKKr1BoEZ0o/TYtZ531hx9I/AAAAAAAABpc/KN-HGJO5rgc/s400/047.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">........WE ALL SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM!</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aUdbqnAwgzA/TYtUGcyemAI/AAAAAAAABpU/6S3WU5MXL38/s1600/055.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587652232467093506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aUdbqnAwgzA/TYtUGcyemAI/AAAAAAAABpU/6S3WU5MXL38/s400/055.JPG" /></a> I am finally posting Mar's birthday........better late then never!</div><br /><div align="center">She had an ice cream party, insisted on only inviting girls and had loads of fun!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wowtvPU33H4/TYtUFzFWqZI/AAAAAAAABpM/UTLx9Kz80SM/s1600/022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587652221271976338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wowtvPU33H4/TYtUFzFWqZI/AAAAAAAABpM/UTLx9Kz80SM/s400/022.JPG" /></a> We colored, hunted for hidden candy, played musical cones & ate lots of sweets!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RBa-KKvLzvA/TYtPNGo5KTI/AAAAAAAABpE/4fxDaPrZdLw/s1600/032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587646849222256946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RBa-KKvLzvA/TYtPNGo5KTI/AAAAAAAABpE/4fxDaPrZdLw/s400/032.JPG" /></a> The ice cream cone cupcakes were a hit, but the ice cream bar was even better.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UEJCQhFMYbg/TYtPM0E_uNI/AAAAAAAABo8/_qPN0znBGso/s1600/049.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587646844239853778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UEJCQhFMYbg/TYtPM0E_uNI/AAAAAAAABo8/_qPN0znBGso/s400/049.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k58pja5SmT4/TYtPMFldFMI/AAAAAAAABos/F1zs8cqe6ag/s1600/046.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587646831759529154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k58pja5SmT4/TYtPMFldFMI/AAAAAAAABos/F1zs8cqe6ag/s400/046.JPG" /></a> All the cute girls watching <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Strawberry</span> Shortcake.<br /><br /><br /><div><br />On Marlee's actually birthday, Jan. 21, we had to improvise a little. Daddy was suppose to be getting home from a trip and we had a fun night out planned. Instead, it snowed and snowed, Dad didn't make it home and Mom didn't want to take everyone out in the nasty weather.</div><div></div><div>Nana saved the day!</div><div>We got a giant package that day from Nana with presents from her and Uncle Jared. We also had a present from Grandpa Karl.<br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ivOeFqj5e78/TYtMdKBJCvI/AAAAAAAABoc/6xBEsk9odQE/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587643826472291058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ivOeFqj5e78/TYtMdKBJCvI/AAAAAAAABoc/6xBEsk9odQE/s400/001.JPG" /></a> We set them out all pretty like, opened them when the big girls got home from school and had a special treat. Presents and treats always make for a good day if even if Dad's not there to celebrate.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2VWX915BvjE/TYtMcvCwP8I/AAAAAAAABoU/yDKuAM2_f7w/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587643819231297474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2VWX915BvjE/TYtMcvCwP8I/AAAAAAAABoU/yDKuAM2_f7w/s400/008.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B8gPyQi8_po/TYtMcUqu27I/AAAAAAAABoM/DCadxixbx-o/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587643812151221170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B8gPyQi8_po/TYtMcUqu27I/AAAAAAAABoM/DCadxixbx-o/s400/011.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pnjdPvdKOx4/TYtMbw4uoCI/AAAAAAAABoE/5_4RRo4yEDI/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587643802546249762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pnjdPvdKOx4/TYtMbw4uoCI/AAAAAAAABoE/5_4RRo4yEDI/s400/003.JPG" /></a> Happy 4<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> Birthday Marlee!!!!!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-67670640314711163062011-02-08T12:18:00.002-06:002011-02-08T12:26:14.504-06:00Impromptu Tango<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TVGKWs7f7TI/AAAAAAAABnc/b8sogyOMeVU/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571386336656485682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TVGKWs7f7TI/AAAAAAAABnc/b8sogyOMeVU/s400/016.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TVGKWcJgBeI/AAAAAAAABnU/6RSxUsKjze4/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571386332151809506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TVGKWcJgBeI/AAAAAAAABnU/6RSxUsKjze4/s400/014.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-6383664071972506612011-02-05T20:49:00.002-06:002011-02-05T21:45:30.327-06:00Let it Snow!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Let it snow & snow some more!</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This is what we got from the huge snow storm that hit the country last week.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The girl's bedroom window the night of the storm.</div><div align="center">They are on the second floor!</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TU4N7QwMc5I/AAAAAAAABnM/mU7Xy-M36F8/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570405100864435090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TU4N7QwMc5I/AAAAAAAABnM/mU7Xy-M36F8/s400/002.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">The snow on our front porch the next morning.</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TU4N7EUDpdI/AAAAAAAABnE/CFkEngWQxtA/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570405097525192146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TU4N7EUDpdI/AAAAAAAABnE/CFkEngWQxtA/s400/007.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Digging out!</div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TU4N64datII/AAAAAAAABm8/oL2AL6WeXus/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570405094343226498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TU4N64datII/AAAAAAAABm8/oL2AL6WeXus/s400/010.JPG" /></a> Cooper loves doing "man stuff."<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TU4N6rxn7yI/AAAAAAAABm0/FkrgKJZWwFU/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570405090938318626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TU4N6rxn7yI/AAAAAAAABm0/FkrgKJZWwFU/s400/011.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-42595673174103135082011-01-28T20:18:00.007-06:002011-01-28T20:57:39.670-06:00My Brother<div align="center">I've been meaning to post this for a year now and finally got the kick in the pants I needed when I went to my mailbox today.</div><div align="center">I got the best birthday card from my thoughtful brother.</div><div align="center">How do I have a brother you ask? See this previous post: <a href="http://thegaddz.blogspot.com/2010/01/season-of-miracles.html"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Season of Miracles</span></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Recieving his card reminded me how much I love him and how grateful I am to have him in my life. I am so proud of him and all that he accomplishes everyday</span>.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>New Year's Eve 2009</strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://thegaddz.blogspot.com/2010/01/season-of-miracles.html"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567432754676574818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TUN-l8VfKmI/AAAAAAAABmA/1GrfLd8XNmk/s400/114.JPG" /></a> In 2009, while in Utah, we attended a New Year's Eve Pow Wow with Tanner and his family. We all had a blast and enjoyed seeing Tanner in his element.</div><div align="center">What a handsome guy!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TUN-lRWT-dI/AAAAAAAABl4/JUhG6xHqwEU/s1600/116.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567432743137311186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TUN-lRWT-dI/AAAAAAAABl4/JUhG6xHqwEU/s400/116.JPG" /></a><br /><p align="center">This video was taken at the beginning of the Pow Wow. That is Maggie in the pink next to Tanner , my nephew Colby behind her in the black and my dad behind them all.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwSD3ZbOPFPOgi-ShX8ztPucC7vADn6WPfKPSOuullaGiQ-9axbmHXl7euEKhrfV8rRi9aeDS0yWyc' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><br /><p align="center">Tanner participating with the other grass dancers. He's the one taking it easy in his chair.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwS3UFGcvYkMNFLR2xNaVwLh5a_e0ca7jObDYVy7Auv6a5z6Qp-rbiSYEpvPxMWNKRVqc3uwb-2_3g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-15156449110420659972011-01-22T16:52:00.003-06:002011-01-22T17:07:35.330-06:00Happy Birthday Booch!<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TTthPw0NTWI/AAAAAAAABjI/6eWLD0yzRHk/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565148687976189282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TTthPw0NTWI/AAAAAAAABjI/6eWLD0yzRHk/s400/021.JPG" /></a> What else is there to say about this adorable little boy other then we love him!</div><div align="center">He gives his sisters goodnight kisses everynight, asks for T.V. and chocolate milk every morning and makes us laugh and smile all day long.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TTthPXpHzdI/AAAAAAAABjA/C50V1AdFhbs/s1600/022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565148681218805202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TTthPXpHzdI/AAAAAAAABjA/C50V1AdFhbs/s400/022.JPG" /></a> We had a little Toy Story get together with some friends on New Year's Day. (Cooper's B-day)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TTthPJIL5fI/AAAAAAAABi4/T03j9KUlC2g/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565148677322565106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TTthPJIL5fI/AAAAAAAABi4/T03j9KUlC2g/s400/017.JPG" /></a> Cooper loved opening his gifts and playing with his friends.<br />The kids enjoyed pb&j, cheese, & grapes for lunch.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TTthO6gUyMI/AAAAAAAABiw/ZimLAwniMmk/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565148673397278914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TTthO6gUyMI/AAAAAAAABiw/ZimLAwniMmk/s400/016.JPG" /></a><br />With delicious mint oreo cupcakes for dessert.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TTthORTGpyI/AAAAAAAABio/X2OHJ5RVjS0/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565148662335973154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TTthORTGpyI/AAAAAAAABio/X2OHJ5RVjS0/s400/014.JPG" /></a> Happy 2nd Birthday Boochy Boy!<br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-3273457828487506802011-01-05T13:23:00.005-06:002011-01-05T16:16:52.925-06:00Bon Anniversaire Maggie!<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TSTIU_v9gRI/AAAAAAAABig/d4Sn1ZIJDu0/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558788103117570322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TSTIU_v9gRI/AAAAAAAABig/d4Sn1ZIJDu0/s400/014.JPG" /></a> Maggie is all about Paris these days. So she picked a Paris theme for her 9<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> birthday party.</div><div align="center">We both had fun planning and decorating for the party.</div><div align="center">We sent out a Paris themed invite and told the girls to wear their freshest french fashions. Most of our party guests arrived in fancy dresses, or hats and scarves. One clever girl wore a darling mustache and had a smug little french laugh to go with it. She was a hoot. </div><div align="center">(She's the back left in the picture)<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TSTIUlGjToI/AAAAAAAABiY/5E-cz-ym8x0/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558788095964565122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TSTIUlGjToI/AAAAAAAABiY/5E-cz-ym8x0/s400/010.JPG" /></a> Center pieces: Dipped Pretzels<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TSTIUK9W2QI/AAAAAAAABiQ/pVr5Gh7r5AU/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558788088946678018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TSTIUK9W2QI/AAAAAAAABiQ/pVr5Gh7r5AU/s400/009.JPG" /></a> Each girl had their own little cake.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TSTIT_gngPI/AAAAAAAABiI/musdGwwk2ps/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558788085873344754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TSTIT_gngPI/AAAAAAAABiI/musdGwwk2ps/s400/016.JPG" /></a> With so many 9 & 10 year old girls in the house, things quickly got crazy! After the girls had <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">their</span> cake I tried to guide them through making this adorable craft.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TSTGDCn20hI/AAAAAAAABiA/WV_gJ6ZNG38/s1600/IMG_0101.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558785595627983378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TSTGDCn20hI/AAAAAAAABiA/WV_gJ6ZNG38/s400/IMG_0101.jpg" /></a> In the end I sent the girls downstairs to watch the movie Maggie had chosen, "Passport to Paris," and I called them up one by one to put the finishing touches on their blocks.</div><div></div><div>After the party was over and everyone had gone home Maggie voiced her amazement/slight disappointment at the fact that the girls didn't quite get the sophisticated french cafe vibe we were going for. It was more like a fancy free for all!<br />But she was still happy.</div><div>We love you Maggie!</div><div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-14005124675530838102011-01-03T14:30:00.006-06:002011-01-05T13:22:55.256-06:00A Hijacking!<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TSI0yYdxF_I/AAAAAAAABhw/gvEFAwF0zZc/s1600/027.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558062930294020082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TSI0yYdxF_I/AAAAAAAABhw/gvEFAwF0zZc/s400/027.JPG" /></a> Our Hijacking faces.</div><br /><div align="center">In November <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">OU</span> had their last home game. Kevin hadn't been feeling well and didn't want to make the trip. On Saturday morning I woke up and said, "Why don't I go. There's no reason to waste the tickets."</div><br /><div align="center">So Cora and I hopped in the car and drove 5 hours to the Oklahoma vs. Texas Tech game. </div><div align="center">Along the way we came to the conclusion that we had hijacked man weekend and we liked it!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TSI0yNxEBkI/AAAAAAAABho/z01aFPOivhY/s1600/019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558062927422162498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TSI0yNxEBkI/AAAAAAAABho/z01aFPOivhY/s400/019.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TSI0x1nc-oI/AAAAAAAABhg/Ij7R8dr1L8I/s1600/022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558062920939403906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TSI0x1nc-oI/AAAAAAAABhg/Ij7R8dr1L8I/s400/022.JPG" /></a> The game was freezing, so to keep warm we cuddled up, danced to all the fun music and cheered every cheer. It was a blast!<br /><br /><br /><br />After the game and TONS of traffic we made it to the mall to use Cora's JUSTICE gift card. She bought herself funky erasers and a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kffacxfA7G4">Justin <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bieber</span> CD</a>, which quickly became our soundtrack for the rest of the trip. Then it was dinner at Olive Garden.<br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TSIy3U_GsoI/AAAAAAAABhQ/subAKZjwrZ0/s1600/033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558060816236196482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TSIy3U_GsoI/AAAAAAAABhQ/subAKZjwrZ0/s400/033.JPG" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mmmmm</span>......<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">breadsticks</span>!<br /><br /><br /><div>Thanks to P<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">riceline.com</span> Kev got us a good deal on a nice hotel and we crashed as soon as we got there. After sleeping in it was off to breakfast before we made the 5 hr. drive back to Missouri.</div><div><br />Of course we had to go to the finest establishment we could find that served pecan waffles.</div><div>Waffle House!!!!</div><div>Seriously, the best pecan waffle ever!</div><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558060796402522546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TSIy2LGY2bI/AAAAAAAABgw/sUYBALfYAyQ/s400/037.JPG" /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TSIy2eKBGTI/AAAAAAAABg4/dnggAvivl5c/s1600/035.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558060801518016818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TSIy2eKBGTI/AAAAAAAABg4/dnggAvivl5c/s400/035.JPG" /></a> While at the Waffle House I had the best comment of my life! </div><div>Our cute waitress asked us if we were having a sisters day out. It took a second for the question to register before I asked, "Did you just say sister? I'm her mom!" She kept going on and on about how she would never have guessed I was old enough to be her mom. She must of secretly known I would be turning 30 in a few months and was fishing for a good tip. Well, she got one!</div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-33149469039315386062010-12-27T02:18:00.004-06:002010-12-27T02:46:56.647-06:00The Best Christmas<div align="center">This Christmas was one of the best for our family.</div><div align="center">We always miss our family that is far away, but every now and then it is great to just focus on your own little family. We spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with absolutely no one but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">each other</span> and nowhere to rush off to. It was so relaxing and we had so much fun!</div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TRhNEsd_BFI/AAAAAAAABgY/rxVlrlaCMFU/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555274883413247058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TRhNEsd_BFI/AAAAAAAABgY/rxVlrlaCMFU/s400/001.JPG" /></a> The tree after Santa came about 1:30 am.</div><div align="center">Our tree looked a little sad by the end of season. This year I didn't worry about keeping up with everything the little ones took off or put on. It was gorgeous on day one, but not nearly as loved.</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TRhNEe2pYXI/AAAAAAAABgQ/7gTjO-eoaBo/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555274879758590322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TRhNEe2pYXI/AAAAAAAABgQ/7gTjO-eoaBo/s400/002.JPG" /></a> Mags with her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">IPod</span> on Christmas morning.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TRhNEKUPSVI/AAAAAAAABgI/abFzCo5VXMQ/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555274874245564754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TRhNEKUPSVI/AAAAAAAABgI/abFzCo5VXMQ/s400/003.JPG" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Chillin</span>' with Dad, a candy cane, and a Lightning McQueen phone.<br />Cooper loved opening presents! The first present under the tree this year was for Cooper from his sisters. It was wrapped in tissue paper and then put in a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cellophane</span> bag. Also in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cellophane</span> bag was candy! Cooper tried to get that candy out of the bag for 3 weeks. When we opened that gift (a baseball mitt & ball) he tossed it aside and started tearing into the candy. We were all laughing. What a cutie!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TRhMeVdJk8I/AAAAAAAABgA/dCopIcA0eyw/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555274224400700354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TRhMeVdJk8I/AAAAAAAABgA/dCopIcA0eyw/s400/004.JPG" /></a> Mar, also with a candy cane and a phone. I'm assuming she's "calling" Nana. Calling Nana is always at the top of Marlee's list.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TRhMd9DROnI/AAAAAAAABf4/odlRnzmoNfQ/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555274217849698930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TRhMd9DROnI/AAAAAAAABf4/odlRnzmoNfQ/s400/006.JPG" /></a> Marlee's favorite spot, Dad's lap. </div><div>Santa brought Marlee the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Tinkerbell</span> movie and Maggie & Cooper got her Fawn (the animal fairy) Barbie doll. I love watching the kids open their presents from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">each other</span>. The one giving is always so excited to see the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">receiver's</span> reaction. They just know they've given them the perfect gift.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TRhMdgfJxxI/AAAAAAAABfw/3rzF06v5Dx4/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555274210182022930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TRhMdgfJxxI/AAAAAAAABfw/3rzF06v5Dx4/s400/005.JPG" /></a> Cora with her guitar that Mom & Dad have already busted. Oops!</div><div>Why is she dressed you ask? After trying to get us to open presents at 2:00 am & again at 4:30, as soon as she heard Cooper wake up at 6:30 she got up, got dressed and said "I'm ready to open presents now."<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TRhMdZ7uY_I/AAAAAAAABfo/YQqARV_Fbro/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555274208422814706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TRhMdZ7uY_I/AAAAAAAABfo/YQqARV_Fbro/s400/007.JPG" /></a> New <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">jammie</span> pants! She thinks the monkey on a cell phone is pretty cool.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TRhMdCRpnVI/AAAAAAAABfg/GeuMPsIgA6A/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555274202072325458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TRhMdCRpnVI/AAAAAAAABfg/GeuMPsIgA6A/s400/009.JPG" /></a> Traditional <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gadd</span> family breakfast.</div><div><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Aebleskivers</span>!</div><div>This Christmas morning tradition was one of Grandma <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Neen's</span>. (Kevin's mom)</div><div>This year we had <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Aeblskivers</span>, a delicious egg casserole, and fruit.</div><div>It was so yummy! And the best part was everyone ate so much candy all morning we didn't have breakfast until noon!</div><div> </div><div>Not pictured in this post - Mom!</div><div>I'm hoping now that Kevin bought me a new fancy camera he'll feel like taking a few pictures with it. I'm sure everyone is beginning to think the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gadd</span> family consists of 4 children, a single dad, and a live-in picture taker!</div><div><br /> </div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-25384803230360536012010-12-16T16:48:00.003-06:002010-12-16T17:17:38.054-06:00Merry Christmas!!!<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TQqXdexewVI/AAAAAAAABfU/gA3gXDUrOx4/s1600/group%2Bswings%2B2%2Bsoft.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551416023420158290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TQqXdexewVI/AAAAAAAABfU/gA3gXDUrOx4/s400/group%2Bswings%2B2%2Bsoft.jpg" /></a> After sending 50 of these photos to the wrong store (Lindon, UT), I'm resorting to this post.</div><div align="center">We hope all of our family and friends around the globe are happy and well.</div><div align="center">We are grateful for the part each of you has played in our lives over the years and always look forward to times when our paths cross.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Our family has had an eventful and miraculous year.</div><div align="center">Like most families we have stayed busy with school, work, church, sports, and music lessons, taken some exciting trips and weekend excursions.<br />However, the majority of the excitement & travel revolved around the newest addition to our family. At the beginning of 2010 we decided to adopt Marlee, a beautiful 3 yr. old little girl. The next few months were spent traveling to Arizona for visits as we were preparing for and anticipating bringing her home. </div><div align="center">We were able to bring Marlee to Missouri in April. Although there were obvious adjustments to make Marlee fit right into our family dynamics. Maggie, Cora & Cooper were thrilled to have another sister and we all wonder what life was like without Marlee in it.</div><div align="center">The adoption was finalized on November 4<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>. One month later we traveled to Rochester, NY and were sealed as an eternal family in the Palmyra, NY temple.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Needless to say, as our numbers increase so does the craziness, but our joy increases even more! What a wonderful blessing this entire experience has been for each member of our family.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Merry Christmas!</div><div align="center">We love you!</div><div align="center">The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gadd</span> Family</div><div align="center">Kevin, Molly, Maggie (9), Cora (7), Marlee (3), & Cooper (1)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">p.s. if you would like a physical picture, please ask.</div><div align="center">I am more then happy to order more (at the correct store) and send one to you.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-34664738708522280892010-11-04T19:13:00.006-05:002010-11-04T20:40:26.653-05:00Adoption Day!<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TNNXtl3eE4I/AAAAAAAABd0/KFNBh6WsCiU/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535864807738971010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TNNXtl3eE4I/AAAAAAAABd0/KFNBh6WsCiU/s400/006.JPG" /></a>What a crazy wonderful day!</div><div align="center">The little ones didn't wake up at the crack of dawn as usual, so we woke up at 8:00 am and needed to get six people ready and out the door by 8:30!</div><div align="center">We made it out by 8:45 and in the doors of the court at exactly 9:30.</div><div align="center">In all the craziness I forgot my camera. I was so upset. Luckily we had our phone. This is right after the judge approved the adoption and told us we were good to go. Our sweet adoption worker, Beth, did the best she could with our phone.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Afterwards we celebrated with breakfast at Cracker <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Barrell</span>, our favorite.</div><div align="center">We finished off the day with a little dance party in the kitchen and a great family home evening, since we missed it on Monday.</div><div align="center">Marlee gave us a wonderful lesson about the <a href="http://www.hillcumorah.org/smithfr.php"><span style="color:#339999;">Smith Family frame home</span> </a>& the<span style="color:#339999;"> </span><a href="http://www.hillcumorah.org/grove.php"><span style="color:#339999;">sacred grove</span></a>. We are getting ready to visit my parents on their mission in Rochester, NY, as well as preparing to take our family to the <a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?locale=0&sourceId=978b6ec05455b210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&vgnextoid=ccb1d48fa58db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD"><span style="color:#339999;">Palmyra temple</span> </a>to be sealed for time and eternity.</div><div align="center">Our next great family adventure!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Thank you everyone for your love and support. </div><div align="center">So many have worked hard for our family to make this adoption possible.</div><div align="center">Others have loved and cared for Marlee until it was the right time for her to join our family.</div><div align="center">While still more people helped and supported us while we went through the throws of the adoption process.</div><div align="center">Not to mention the countless prayers we know were offered in our behalf.</div><div align="center">THANK YOU!!!!<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-56141002071769711382010-11-02T16:11:00.006-05:002010-11-02T18:26:09.557-05:00It's the Little Things<div align="center">It's the little things that make me realize how much my life has changed in one year.</div><div align="center">Things like the number of pumpkins glowing on my porch this Halloween.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TNCXijMu3CI/AAAAAAAABds/lA3Me6Hb9aQ/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535090561858329634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TNCXijMu3CI/AAAAAAAABds/lA3Me6Hb9aQ/s400/014.JPG" /></a> When I found this photo of last years pumpkins it served as a tangible reminder that I actually have four children now.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TNCXiM6X0oI/AAAAAAAABdk/MgU9ENlumJ0/s1600/DSC01116.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535090555875742338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TNCXiM6X0oI/AAAAAAAABdk/MgU9ENlumJ0/s400/DSC01116.JPG" /></a> You'd think the actual children wreaking havoc through the house would be reminder enough, but sometimes it truly is the seemingly insignificant things that hit me the hardest. I set the picture of the three pumpkins as our desktop background. When Cora came home from school even she said, "Oh ya! We didn't have four pumpkins last year."<br />Which served as more proof to me, that things are just as they should be. This sweet little girl who as rounded off our number of kids from 3 to 4 is right where she belongs and it feels like she has always been here.<br /><br />We had a great Halloween, with a lot of celebrating.<br />We trunk-or-treated at the church, had Cora's birthday and passed out Candy on Halloween.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TNCBKALw-3I/AAAAAAAABdc/KtW7kVmTY3w/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535065950886361970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TNCBKALw-3I/AAAAAAAABdc/KtW7kVmTY3w/s400/010.JPG" /></a> Cowgirl Maggie<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TNCBJE3NqVI/AAAAAAAABdU/B7lv6kr0zg0/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535065934962469202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TNCBJE3NqVI/AAAAAAAABdU/B7lv6kr0zg0/s400/006.JPG" /></a> Cora the Cheerleader & her biggest fan.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TNCAkJLt3GI/AAAAAAAABdM/THY5hJe0iq8/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535065300467047522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TNCAkJLt3GI/AAAAAAAABdM/THY5hJe0iq8/s400/008.JPG" /></a> The cutest little witch. </div><div>(Marlee got yet another cast last week, so we made sure to color coordinate with her costume)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TNCAjqQggzI/AAAAAAAABdE/5rBaYw4ng6c/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535065292165645106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TNCAjqQggzI/AAAAAAAABdE/5rBaYw4ng6c/s400/005.JPG" /></a> Littlest Fly Boy, Cooper J<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TNCAjNAcW5I/AAAAAAAABc8/GJFPQh4zezg/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535065284313635730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TNCAjNAcW5I/AAAAAAAABc8/GJFPQh4zezg/s400/020.JPG" /></a> Passing out candy on Halloween. The kids actually loved this, and I have to admit I was grateful not to have to get them all dressed up again and traipse around in the cold. </div><div>Mar was being such a nut. I took about 5 pictures and she pulled this face in every one!<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-68881559882224510192010-10-31T20:01:00.009-05:002010-10-31T21:10:07.456-05:00Halloween Birthday Party<div align="center">Cora turned 7 yesterday and we had her much <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">anticipated</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Halloween</span> birthday party. </div><div align="center">It turned out so fun!</div><div align="center">We played games, had pizza & cake, opened presents, bobbed for apples & roasted marshmallows. </div><div align="center">Fortunately it stayed warm enabling us to have the whole party outside. Unfortunately no one got to see my cute set up on the table. However, I'd rather not have 16 first grade girls running <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">amok</span> in my house with chocolate cake!</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TM4UNmUNYRI/AAAAAAAABb8/AlH5dR2Tqvs/s1600/027.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534383215941083410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TM4UNmUNYRI/AAAAAAAABb8/AlH5dR2Tqvs/s400/027.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TM4UNLnyV2I/AAAAAAAABb0/FBPV-ybWlJI/s1600/029.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534383208775440226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TM4UNLnyV2I/AAAAAAAABb0/FBPV-ybWlJI/s400/029.JPG" /></a> Party this way!</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TM4TJsPBAmI/AAAAAAAABbs/AyPjJOleVmQ/s1600/031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534382049298809442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TM4TJsPBAmI/AAAAAAAABbs/AyPjJOleVmQ/s320/031.JPG" /></a>Bean Bag Toss Babes<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TM4TJelo_RI/AAAAAAAABbk/92ONMXWNSzk/s1600/030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534382045635607826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TM4TJelo_RI/AAAAAAAABbk/92ONMXWNSzk/s320/030.JPG" /></a> Naomi getting mummified.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TM4TJDEC_1I/AAAAAAAABbc/ALU-GB9fHL4/s1600/032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534382038246948690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TM4TJDEC_1I/AAAAAAAABbc/ALU-GB9fHL4/s320/032.JPG" /></a> The final product!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TM4ShkMun4I/AAAAAAAABbU/QFHP-ndtUbE/s1600/034.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534381359946964866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TM4ShkMun4I/AAAAAAAABbU/QFHP-ndtUbE/s400/034.JPG" /></a> Happy Birthday Cora!<br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534380905599837570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TM4SHHn7pYI/AAAAAAAABbE/JM-z-xvnoWo/s320/036.JPG" /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TM4SHs-oFtI/AAAAAAAABbM/-eZwTmPJxm4/s1600/037.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534380915627136722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TM4SHs-oFtI/AAAAAAAABbM/-eZwTmPJxm4/s320/037.JPG" /></a>The girls loved bobbing for apples. Most of them figured out how to grab the apples by the stems. Cora had a rough time since she has no front teeth!<br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TM4SG1I26mI/AAAAAAAABa8/6pGjGc0JW8k/s1600/040.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534380900637665890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TM4SG1I26mI/AAAAAAAABa8/6pGjGc0JW8k/s320/040.JPG" /></a> The best part of the party: Impromptu Dance Party!<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-60385868053328693262010-10-25T21:07:00.002-05:002010-10-26T07:58:32.120-05:00S'mores!<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TMY4gXZYn8I/AAAAAAAABZU/jIfAUXw699M/s1600/DSC02220.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532171320958689218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TMY4gXZYn8I/AAAAAAAABZU/jIfAUXw699M/s400/DSC02220.jpg" /></a> We had a great night last Friday roasting hot dogs and marshmallows.</div><div align="center">Not all these pics turned out great, but they show what a good time we had.<br /></div><div align="center"><embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-77.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=3314649325791987575&site=widget-77.slide.com"></embed> </div><div align="center">Thanks Hendricksons for letting us borrow your fire pit!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-87739140285613704952010-10-21T10:28:00.002-05:002010-10-21T10:51:37.536-05:00Notre Dame Fly Over<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TMBdhOKAAPI/AAAAAAAABYk/nMuu2DsE1Pw/s1600/ND+flyover.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530523167728074994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TMBdhOKAAPI/AAAAAAAABYk/nMuu2DsE1Pw/s400/ND+flyover.jpg" /></a> Kevin's squadron did the flyover at a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Notre</span> Dame game a few weeks ago.</div><div align="center">It was the chance of a lifetime, and Kevin had the time of his life!</div><div align="center">The night before the game the pilots had the chance to tour parts of the campus and attend the pep rally. </div><div align="center">On game day six pilots set off to fly the jets and Kevin and one other pilot headed to the field to work as the ground crew. The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ground</span> crew calls the planes in, trying to make sure they flyover right at the end of The National Anthem. Pretty sure that is my dumbed down explanation of what they do.<br />After the flyover the pilots were able to watch the game from the field.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TMBdgyKdYYI/AAAAAAAABYc/ZiXedLYLuV0/s1600/irish+cheerleaders.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530523160213807490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TMBdgyKdYYI/AAAAAAAABYc/ZiXedLYLuV0/s400/irish+cheerleaders.jpg" /></a>Kevin is the one who didn't get the "blue shirt" memo.</div><div align="center">When he emailed me this pic the caption was "I thought you'd enjoy this picture (maybe)."</div><div align="center">He's always had a weakness for cheerleaders!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">After the game they walked around the different tail gate parties and ended up hanging out with the Irish Leprechaun and his family. Kev thought they were pretty cool and had good time <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">chillin</span>' and watching more football.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">God Bless the USA</div><div align="center">and their Air Force</div><div align="center">for giving our family such amazing opportunities and experiences.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /> </div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-46206774035596310422010-10-15T21:44:00.002-05:002010-10-15T21:59:03.706-05:00Boo!<div align="center">Each year when October hits I feel as if a little ghost pops around the corner and says,</div><div align="center">"Boo! It's here!"</div><div align="center">And what is it that's here you might ask? </div><div align="center">Every major event in a mother's life that causes her to work her tail off in the hopes that all attending have the most wonderful experience they can possibly imagine for each of these special days.</div><div align="center">Including: 6 Birthdays, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and a Wedding Anniversary.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Starting off our marathon of celebration is Cora.</div><div align="center">She's turning 7 this year and is having a Halloween party. These are the cute invites we made for her party.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLkR8FJ3lKI/AAAAAAAABYU/MmfJ8EXNHR8/s1600/Cora+invite+%2710.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528469741447386274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLkR8FJ3lKI/AAAAAAAABYU/MmfJ8EXNHR8/s400/Cora+invite+%2710.jpg" /></a> As crazy as this time of year gets, I love it! There's so much excitement and so many reasons to think about each person in my family and what will make them happy.</div><div align="center">However, to save my sanity we only do parties every other year. Now I'm re-thinking whether we should all be having parties on the same year!<br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-42345071918773608252010-10-09T08:29:00.005-05:002010-10-09T09:22:17.972-05:00Red River Rivalry<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBwL9gJ35I/AAAAAAAABXs/cVAZaQsJrQ0/s1600/Red_River_Rivalry_Logo.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526040093573898130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBwL9gJ35I/AAAAAAAABXs/cVAZaQsJrQ0/s400/Red_River_Rivalry_Logo.png" /></a> The Red River Rivalry between <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">OU</span> & Texas is the biggest rivalry in college football and has been played for 105 years. Kevin had tickets this year and we took the whole family.</div><div align="center">(Just so you don't think we are pathetic, it should be noted that Kevin bought extra tickets with the intent of selling them. When they wouldn't sale at the price we wanted we decided to use them instead)</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">This really is quite the event. The game is played at the Cotton Bowl stadium in Dallas, TX. It is held on the grounds of the Texas State Fair. Your ticket to the game is also your ticket to the fair. So fun!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBwLoo6chI/AAAAAAAABXk/WeaclzXmEU4/s1600/cotton+bowl+stadium.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526040087973491218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBwLoo6chI/AAAAAAAABXk/WeaclzXmEU4/s400/cotton+bowl+stadium.jpg" /></a> You can barely see it in this picture, but the stadium is split at the 50 yd line (arrow) with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">OU</span> fans (red) on one side of the stadium, and Texas fans (orange) on the other.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">We rode the train into the city, and took a bus to the stadium. Played at the fair, went to the game and played at the fair some more. Despite the obvious challenges that come with dragging four kids around in the heat, trying to do what everyone wants to do, and sitting through 4 quarters of a very loud football game where no one sits, execpt during time outs, we had a great time.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBu-4xgarI/AAAAAAAABXM/Nk6-7MhyNZk/s1600/Dad+%26+Mar+OU.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526038769454574258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBu-4xgarI/AAAAAAAABXM/Nk6-7MhyNZk/s400/Dad+%26+Mar+OU.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBu-vpk-yI/AAAAAAAABXE/rpcjjyFA5ZE/s1600/Little+Sooners.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526038767005399842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBu-vpk-yI/AAAAAAAABXE/rpcjjyFA5ZE/s400/Little+Sooners.JPG" /></a> Maggie is hitting her parental defiance phase and refused to wear on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">OU</span> shirt. She even goes as far as claiming to be a Texas Longhorns fan. We're going with it.</div><div></div><div>Another oddity of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">OU</span> experience is standing in a crowd of hundreds of people and having one person yell "Boomer," and those hundreds of people answer back with "Sooner!"</div><div>On a smaller scale, this is something that happens at our house quite frequently. This was Marlee's first <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">OU</span> experience and she was in the spirit of it all. While walking through a crowd a the fair, she was on Kevin's shoulders and yelled out "Boomer!" as loud as she could. She was thrilled when the crowd answered back, "Sooner!"</div><div></div><div>In the end Oklahoma won 28 - 20.</div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Go <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">OU</span>!<br /></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-32607209489002981482010-10-09T07:09:00.007-05:002010-10-09T07:58:40.067-05:00Texas State Fair<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBiNBAAU_I/AAAAAAAABW8/BawXfrZv1dg/s1600/TX+Ferris+Wheel.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526024718529876978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBiNBAAU_I/AAAAAAAABW8/BawXfrZv1dg/s400/TX+Ferris+Wheel.JPG" /></a> We had a great time at the Texas State Fair. Ignoring the fact that there were so many people walking around it was like trying to get somewhere while <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">everyone is</span> waiting in line. Once we got to where we were going it was a blast!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Happy Helpers Farm.</strong></span></div><div align="center">The kids loved this little farm, where they got to walk through and be the farmers. </div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBhrzAGNJI/AAAAAAAABW0/Axns3JinCO0/s1600/Animals+1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526024147836482706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBhrzAGNJI/AAAAAAAABW0/Axns3JinCO0/s400/Animals+1.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBhrSI5-5I/AAAAAAAABWs/GMi5quki8Xk/s1600/Animals+2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526024139015060370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBhrSI5-5I/AAAAAAAABWs/GMi5quki8Xk/s400/Animals+2.JPG" /></a> I love this pic of Cooper & Cora.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBhrPKtswI/AAAAAAAABWk/VLBCxv0Q7FU/s1600/Little+Farmer.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526024138217337602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBhrPKtswI/AAAAAAAABWk/VLBCxv0Q7FU/s400/Little+Farmer.JPG" /></a> Little Farmer<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBhq4LNvrI/AAAAAAAABWc/K0Um8ihVnQQ/s1600/Mar+on+Tractor.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526024132045422258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBhq4LNvrI/AAAAAAAABWc/K0Um8ihVnQQ/s400/Mar+on+Tractor.JPG" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Tractor</span> Pull!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBhqVHT2RI/AAAAAAAABWU/qokJJjAYg0M/s1600/Tractor+Pull.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526024122633804050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBhqVHT2RI/AAAAAAAABWU/qokJJjAYg0M/s400/Tractor+Pull.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Barnyard</span></strong></div><div>This was the best petting Zoo I have ever been to!</div><div>Here's a list of some of the animals they had: Giraffe, Zebras, Yaks, Llamas, Cows, All kinds of Goats, Kangaroos, Camels, and the list goes on.</div><div>Kevin and I could barely keep track of the kids they were so excited to see, pet, and feed so many awesome animals.</div><div>Marlee was especially in her element. I couldn't even get a picture of her because she couldn't stand still for more then 10 seconds, literally.</div><div></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBgnM2kouI/AAAAAAAABWM/3Pa6ubtDHf4/s1600/Cora+%26+Goat.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526022969364882146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBgnM2kouI/AAAAAAAABWM/3Pa6ubtDHf4/s400/Cora+%26+Goat.JPG" /></a> Cora & Cooper petting the goats.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBgm20ksBI/AAAAAAAABWE/yK8BW8_Kpuc/s1600/Boomer+Baby.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526022963450916882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBgm20ksBI/AAAAAAAABWE/yK8BW8_Kpuc/s400/Boomer+Baby.JPG" /></a><br />Marlee feeding a baby Llama<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBgl9i0mjI/AAAAAAAABV8/hOt6eQLYPmA/s1600/Llama+%26+Mar.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526022948075641394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBgl9i0mjI/AAAAAAAABV8/hOt6eQLYPmA/s400/Llama+%26+Mar.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBglesC7SI/AAAAAAAABV0/Iq8lhnRzuCE/s1600/Mags+%26+Zebra.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526022939792829730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBglesC7SI/AAAAAAAABV0/Iq8lhnRzuCE/s400/Mags+%26+Zebra.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBglFzlgzI/AAAAAAAABVs/VGzE0cSSAJk/s1600/Cora+%26+Zebra.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526022933113570098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBglFzlgzI/AAAAAAAABVs/VGzE0cSSAJk/s400/Cora+%26+Zebra.JPG" /></a><br />This was the highlight of the visit.</div><div>We watched these tiny baby piglets with their enormous mama for quite awhile.<br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBfVgpwiwI/AAAAAAAABVk/IMfPPFgcckk/s1600/Pigs.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526021565930572546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBfVgpwiwI/AAAAAAAABVk/IMfPPFgcckk/s400/Pigs.JPG" /></a> Piglets are one of the cutest baby animals.</div><div>Yet, one day they will all look like this!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBfVJMGPwI/AAAAAAAABVc/tejAFVnbMwQ/s1600/Mama+Pig.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526021559632150274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBfVJMGPwI/AAAAAAAABVc/tejAFVnbMwQ/s400/Mama+Pig.JPG" /></a><br />Here piggy, piggy!<br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBfUdLKSnI/AAAAAAAABVU/_U6whwmw-lQ/s1600/Here+Piggy.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526021547817060978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TLBfUdLKSnI/AAAAAAAABVU/_U6whwmw-lQ/s400/Here+Piggy.JPG" /></a> Speaking of pigs. One of the funnest things we did was watch the pig races.</div><div align="center">The little piglets race around a track into a cage that has a platter in it with one <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Oreo</span>, and some crumbs for the losers. It was hilarious.</div><div align="center">Unfortunately I couldn't get a good pic and this video didn't turn out too great either. </div><div align="center">But we all loved it!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Suey</span>!!!!<br /></strong><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw03-NEsOLKrlAqyY2RdHTehjYDI7mvSq88jhA45AGShu1BFKNCahccSAe9emC66WOGbqJ3dTRwBrg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-46191751852382464332010-09-09T23:04:00.004-05:002010-09-09T23:22:08.360-05:00Morning Walk<div align="center">Things have finally cooled down, so the little one's and I decided to get out. We have a favorite trail we like to walk. It's gorgeous, and a great work out! </div><div align="center">I had just found my camera and couldn't get enough of these two cuitie or the beautiful scenery.</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TImxcXCQ5ZI/AAAAAAAABPE/5Nxa34Bmj4o/s1600/Cooper+walk.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515134319469847954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TImxcXCQ5ZI/AAAAAAAABPE/5Nxa34Bmj4o/s400/Cooper+walk.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TImxbnKF6mI/AAAAAAAABO8/4d6GqAfqWPM/s1600/018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515134306617780834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TImxbnKF6mI/AAAAAAAABO8/4d6GqAfqWPM/s400/018.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TImxba8Ar4I/AAAAAAAABO0/FSQlEOX8ej0/s1600/034.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515134303337492354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TImxba8Ar4I/AAAAAAAABO0/FSQlEOX8ej0/s400/034.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TImxaxxYowI/AAAAAAAABOs/hKlFBcv4uX8/s1600/033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 393px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515134292287070978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TImxaxxYowI/AAAAAAAABOs/hKlFBcv4uX8/s400/033.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TImwUKOdJqI/AAAAAAAABOk/keggB9zxP7Y/s1600/032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515133079080740514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TImwUKOdJqI/AAAAAAAABOk/keggB9zxP7Y/s400/032.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TImwTBS9iZI/AAAAAAAABOc/peScGzZqZhE/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515133059503851922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TImwTBS9iZI/AAAAAAAABOc/peScGzZqZhE/s400/021.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TImwSm8EIQI/AAAAAAAABOU/kUR0eJNa99I/s1600/022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515133052428493058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TImwSm8EIQI/AAAAAAAABOU/kUR0eJNa99I/s400/022.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TImwSFg7VwI/AAAAAAAABOM/dH4tQC3J_W0/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515133043456300802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TImwSFg7VwI/AAAAAAAABOM/dH4tQC3J_W0/s400/025.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TImwRpD-_5I/AAAAAAAABOE/2o2ot-Gkj-o/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515133035818712978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TImwRpD-_5I/AAAAAAAABOE/2o2ot-Gkj-o/s400/015.JPG" /></a> This is a pic from before we left. I just loved the way it turned out.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-9659424599150233402010-08-18T08:12:00.003-05:002010-08-18T08:32:32.788-05:00First Day of School 2010<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">This school year I've <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">commited</span> to being more organize. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Day 1 ~ Success!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Last night the girls set their clothes out, made their lunches (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">wahoo</span>!), and put their bags together. Then, after a major family melt down, everyone got into bed on time.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Of course Cooper was up all night (why, oh why?). So when 6:30 am rolled around their were little people nudging me saying things like, "I need a belt, I think my new pants are too big," and "I don't want to tell you this, but I think these shoes are giving me blisters." To which I replied, "It's not time to get up leave me alone." To which they replied, "Ya it is!"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">There's no rest for the weary!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">But, they got out the door with a few minutes to spare. The best part of the morning ~ no yelling, fighting, or whining. Hooray!!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center">p.s. I know it's just the first day, but let's just pretend they'll all be this way, minus the baby up all night.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TGvc9vJm4xI/AAAAAAAABMg/29-i6ygg3VA/s1600/first+day+of+school+001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506737922577457938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TGvc9vJm4xI/AAAAAAAABMg/29-i6ygg3VA/s400/first+day+of+school+001.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Cora working the 80's paint splatter top and lace edged leggings.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TGvc9JG18rI/AAAAAAAABMY/wq_J4i8UbMY/s1600/first+day+of+school+002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506737912365314738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TGvc9JG18rI/AAAAAAAABMY/wq_J4i8UbMY/s400/first+day+of+school+002.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Maggie being her cute fashionable self and loving every minute of it.<br /></span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TGvc84epRQI/AAAAAAAABMQ/qQefurcdtos/s1600/first+day+of+school+003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506737907901744386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TGvc84epRQI/AAAAAAAABMQ/qQefurcdtos/s400/first+day+of+school+003.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Marlee sporting the "I don't have to do anything but play on the computer this morning" look. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Coupled with the, "I better put some shoes on quick so I can go see the school bus" look.<br />Little cutie!<br /></span><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TGvc8QviT7I/AAAAAAAABMI/Hdb1729s-a4/s1600/first+day+of+school+004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506737897235173298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TGvc8QviT7I/AAAAAAAABMI/Hdb1729s-a4/s400/first+day+of+school+004.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-34345396532650331022010-08-15T18:59:00.002-05:002010-08-15T19:04:46.989-05:00Little Fly Boy<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TGiAahmDKNI/AAAAAAAABMA/xv3HPvuIYBo/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505791737643346130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TGiAahmDKNI/AAAAAAAABMA/xv3HPvuIYBo/s400/003.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-70687340028222585682010-07-16T17:36:00.007-05:002010-07-16T18:02:40.311-05:00Sunshine!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">We spent everyday this week at the pool playing in the Sunshine!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TEDjLsBoQdI/AAAAAAAABKY/cA_2NvveCsU/s1600/061.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494641335328063954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TEDjLsBoQdI/AAAAAAAABKY/cA_2NvveCsU/s400/061.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494640613409229762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TEDihqqxC8I/AAAAAAAABKQ/KdTs_yCVyrQ/s400/046.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494640603893062882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TEDihHN73OI/AAAAAAAABKI/8NsJ16-v8Pg/s400/043.JPG" />We went to the pool for Cora and Marlee to do lessons.</div><div align="center">This is them with their cute teacher Kristen.</div><div align="center">They both loved every minute of it and learned so much!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TEDighx4o6I/AAAAAAAABKA/lMmvibJX3-A/s1600/060.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494640593843299234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TEDighx4o6I/AAAAAAAABKA/lMmvibJX3-A/s400/060.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TEDigPGNbEI/AAAAAAAABJ4/YNMU8te19zo/s1600/052.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494640588828273730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TEDigPGNbEI/AAAAAAAABJ4/YNMU8te19zo/s400/052.JPG" /></a> Cooper just wanted to eat the whole time!</div><div>When he did it get in the water he'd get quite the hair do.</div><div>(notice the chocolate on his mouth)<br /></div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TEDhe2Ho0GI/AAAAAAAABJo/eqOTNaiFzvs/s1600/064.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494639465431879778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TEDhe2Ho0GI/AAAAAAAABJo/eqOTNaiFzvs/s400/064.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TEDhd-Ga5PI/AAAAAAAABJg/sRWuFGQ33Pg/s1600/062.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494639450394387698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TEDhd-Ga5PI/AAAAAAAABJg/sRWuFGQ33Pg/s400/062.JPG" /></a> Maggie never got out of the water! Except, of course for this picture. She loves playing and swimming, and perfecting her skills.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TEDhde8igMI/AAAAAAAABJY/xyUc6CMNlJc/s1600/049.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494639442031444162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TEDhde8igMI/AAAAAAAABJY/xyUc6CMNlJc/s400/049.JPG" /></a>Marlee surprised us all and absolutely loved her lessons. She was determined to do everything by herself and was so happy and confident with the kick board.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TEDhc6lDKUI/AAAAAAAABJQ/UrgS1kYPgc0/s1600/065.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494639432269244738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TEDhc6lDKUI/AAAAAAAABJQ/UrgS1kYPgc0/s400/065.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TEDhcPKrcvI/AAAAAAAABJI/FnxAia9UPUk/s1600/069.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494639420615914226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/TEDhcPKrcvI/AAAAAAAABJI/FnxAia9UPUk/s400/069.JPG" /></a> Goofy goggle eyed girls!<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-46673708313958219092010-05-05T13:03:00.003-05:002010-05-05T13:10:12.761-05:00Cooper J<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/S-GzRn2iZ6I/AAAAAAAABDE/8UbOZ5H4_HU/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467848537941370786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/S-GzRn2iZ6I/AAAAAAAABDE/8UbOZ5H4_HU/s400/016.JPG" /></a> While in Arizona we took the time to visit the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">cemetary</span> where Kevin's grandparents, and his mother are buried. Most of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">pictrues</span> we took didn't turn out, but I loved this one of Cooper standing at the headstone of his namesake: <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Newell</span> J Cooper<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-59249045241905360262010-05-01T12:37:00.006-05:002010-05-06T08:48:25.013-05:00Spring has Sprung!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Spring has sprung, the flowers are growing.........and so is our family!<br /></div></span><div align="center"><br />Every spring the earth moves from one phase to another, changing from dull browns and grays to vibrant greens, and yellows. As these changes take place new life begins to surround us, and excitement fills the air.</div><div align="center"><br />This spring our home has been bursting with excitement and filled with change.</div><div align="center">This change has brought many miracles and blessings to our family causing us to grow closer, love deeper, and all the while has helped us to recognize that the most important thing we have in this life is each other.</div><div align="center"><br />All of these life changing experiences can be attributed to one sweet little girl....</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Marlee</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466366530672625650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/S9xvZcjTh_I/AAAAAAAABA0/-fmjxIEFAgA/s400/Marlee+Bug.jpg" /></span>The opportunity to add one more little girl to our family was first presented to us in January of this year. Within 24 hours we had made our decision. For Kevin the way was clear. A little girl needed a home and a family and we could provide that for her. I felt the same, but was more concerned about knowing that our home was the right home for her. Each day as we've worked our way through this slow process the reasons why she needs our family, and why we need her become more and more clear.</div><br /><div align="center">Although the legal process is far from over, it has simply been amazing how painlessly and miraculously everything has fallen into place. Unexpectedly we were able to bring Marlee to our home last week. The transfer of physical custody will be completed in the next 30 days, and the adoption should be finalized within six months.</div><div align="center"><br />There truly are no words to describe what an amazing experience this has been. I think the most amazing experience of all has been to watch the personal change of each member of our family. To see everyone love and accept this little girl and understand the changes it would bring into our family and then be willing to do all that it takes to make it a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">positive</span></span> experience has been inspiring.</div><div align="center"><br />Marlee is an amazing three year old little girl with an unconquerable spirit. We are more then blessed and lucky to have her funny, happy little spirit in our forever family.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">For more info on Marlee and how she's adjusting visit:</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.m-bug.blogspot.com/">www.m-bug.blogspot.com</a></div><div align="center"> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-7734373430976207992010-02-22T08:39:00.005-06:002010-02-22T08:52:34.778-06:00Picaboo<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">This is for Grandma's & Grandpa's</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">We miss you!!!!</span><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw32L1out8dtVVhA7vnBQk6O3T40RjyxcweIEpIYlER0AAY2wf8Q0sT2oNAadDnRSgcsq-eA5MbORU' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441077853718268930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/S4KXetofTAI/AAAAAAAAA94/CFq7itYwtm4/s400/011.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441077841723181618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewBnBVdJbKc/S4KXeA8oyjI/AAAAAAAAA9w/aFF__1nr354/s400/022.JPG" /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106461.post-20701884786427396962010-02-19T08:09:00.002-06:002010-02-19T08:38:56.760-06:00Cracklin' Rosie<p align="center">This post is for Kevin. He has been on a Neil Daimond kick for a few weeks. Now he is out of town and missed this iconic moment in Cora's life.</p><p align="center">"There's two kinds of people in this world. Those who like Neil Daimond, and those who don't"</p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwjx9izwiwkYZVvJZQD1u_mHGLQy8GVcs8dr94kPjU9rboJG-0MV0BFh3mUA4Cy3T2yVnfMrETtOG4' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10