tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74801342715404267602024-03-13T09:43:05.090-07:00Scrappin', Cards, & Apron Girlsapron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-79173049704301198732020-10-20T14:51:00.000-07:002008-10-23T14:02:56.214-07:00Check out my blog for Kid's Philosophy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuQF1Ow6YJUMwg9oPH4XdFJX-NI5kejHbfZp5qewzR-biL_2Fy3w_h7G3Rq_7lKVlDgJj2LhOln2TgyiadBldg93vl4d3r74rXoFs8bx7ILy-lq0oRY6cMIBa9EGAP5jwL8_aKoI_3P99T/s1600-h/Sling+1+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuQF1Ow6YJUMwg9oPH4XdFJX-NI5kejHbfZp5qewzR-biL_2Fy3w_h7G3Rq_7lKVlDgJj2LhOln2TgyiadBldg93vl4d3r74rXoFs8bx7ILy-lq0oRY6cMIBa9EGAP5jwL8_aKoI_3P99T/s200/Sling+1+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259358231449503762" border="0" /></a>Here's the <a href="http://kidsphilosophy.blogspot.com"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">link</span></a> to my other blog. Kid's Philosophy: <span>baby wraps, ring slings, hair accessories, and more... is the new home for our new business (Steph and I, that is). I'm so excited. I just sold this way cute sling this morning. I'll have to get a picture of the other sling I sold - for those of you wondering if there are slings for boys or that you can share with your hubby. I'll be posting pictures of the "joey wrap" tomorrow. Please leave me some feedback on my new blog and let me know what you think of the goodies. I've posted some pictures already, but I'll be adding new stuff everyday this week.<br /><br />Hope you have a great day!!<br /></span>apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-55569675592392928742009-08-09T13:21:00.000-07:002009-08-09T14:46:36.254-07:00Highland Hills Stake Girls CampI got back from Girls Camp a couple weeks ago and I'm just now getting around to blogging about it. We had so much fun this year, and this was my first time I was able to go as a leader. All the other times I was in YW, I was either pregnant or nursing, so camp wasn't an option. Here are a few things we did at camp...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjqJmbXjhsBlEkRxO0YTow109E6JB6UQEmWJkf-M2-0KNGH3yeBaVqrtz5sgRxl-jHjHLGSD83LM5PfD4NPoE2ioqA_U3qPMeOGhPWnEjsR7rPIWfDd1x8srnboEaBqBmELd0yQzoMZN3v/s1600-h/DSC00873.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjqJmbXjhsBlEkRxO0YTow109E6JB6UQEmWJkf-M2-0KNGH3yeBaVqrtz5sgRxl-jHjHLGSD83LM5PfD4NPoE2ioqA_U3qPMeOGhPWnEjsR7rPIWfDd1x8srnboEaBqBmELd0yQzoMZN3v/s320/DSC00873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368064721579075010" border="0" /></a>The girls set up a vanity - yes, complete with a table and mirror - to fix their hair and put on make-up everyday at camp. This was definitely new to me. I don't remember any girls putting on make-up when I went to camp 17 years ago.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfGIMNfbEf-YNNbMQv8uVZhRD1tv8dWku5j-iwQ5mkBMrKK1656BzhV3yqUBQC2fiHX0w6mkjki7n1ljHKXPaxLtHZkkKBJ34EuXyxTFpQVPaYFuOnGK5p-8kJS1vyq0BrLSgWf8d9nR-l/s1600-h/101_1552.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfGIMNfbEf-YNNbMQv8uVZhRD1tv8dWku5j-iwQ5mkBMrKK1656BzhV3yqUBQC2fiHX0w6mkjki7n1ljHKXPaxLtHZkkKBJ34EuXyxTFpQVPaYFuOnGK5p-8kJS1vyq0BrLSgWf8d9nR-l/s320/101_1552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368064708308793714" border="0" /></a>The leaders...on the last day we took this picture. Yes, hanging out with a bunch of teenagers will cause you to revert back to adolescence. We had a blast doing our own crazy hair...pictures will probably come in another post...and I even let one of the girls put make-up on me.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKPqRqap5fxNfxT8kinJxOtphXutn3Ok_i8aZVOtD2Uj6xdYHMGuDuwwhxPD00quq99u-s9LWTLKJfx65Cp82wxViVqCOG5H2n_HQ3c6V_hVUqtz0DR4IxZeLNEzznxuR4j0o1bnEvZcI0/s1600-h/101_1530.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKPqRqap5fxNfxT8kinJxOtphXutn3Ok_i8aZVOtD2Uj6xdYHMGuDuwwhxPD00quq99u-s9LWTLKJfx65Cp82wxViVqCOG5H2n_HQ3c6V_hVUqtz0DR4IxZeLNEzznxuR4j0o1bnEvZcI0/s320/101_1530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368064702053074354" border="0" /></a>Big Hair Day<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikC-9ycDjpiZPNk0kOKua78AQNdSQHIUH47cf0y7tqC-NQt5F4WsRP0qkFwty_BFM9SDLiDZPh7jOL9TjaszEQwpcAQfC6FUcmVU6fUqcVs4SX8GTe44GVI_LYddWHPseYag2ERqY5RjRL/s1600-h/101_1531.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikC-9ycDjpiZPNk0kOKua78AQNdSQHIUH47cf0y7tqC-NQt5F4WsRP0qkFwty_BFM9SDLiDZPh7jOL9TjaszEQwpcAQfC6FUcmVU6fUqcVs4SX8GTe44GVI_LYddWHPseYag2ERqY5RjRL/s320/101_1531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368064696374606674" border="0" /></a>Still Big Hair Day<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHEowqC2xVrUluDXFA_GHC74Y-rXNCQpvwXwQMYdPL5yikzqvAR5HQAVyZcFgHWDErFPR9ZGORxHJgCuopo7SpXEH8Iir_I4PSiGOe6ig0h-inywziX46r6c8kqPMbUn_ZKOFgVYCOXGd/s1600-h/101_1524.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHEowqC2xVrUluDXFA_GHC74Y-rXNCQpvwXwQMYdPL5yikzqvAR5HQAVyZcFgHWDErFPR9ZGORxHJgCuopo7SpXEH8Iir_I4PSiGOe6ig0h-inywziX46r6c8kqPMbUn_ZKOFgVYCOXGd/s320/101_1524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368064690934318034" border="0" /></a>Camp socks. Melissa found these really cute socks at Target that all had a little purple in them, (that was our ward color), so we all wore them on Wednesday.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">In addition to all the fun we had, we did have some more serious and spiritual activities where the girls were able to learn and grow and bond most of all. I'll have to get those pictures from someone else - I seemed to have not taken an pictures of the amazing "Life Line" activity that we did. Those will be posted later though. We had dry weather though, despite the "flash flood" that hit camp on Saturday set-up day, (which ended up being postponed to Monday), and plenty of food, giant marshmallows, dessert, and late nights.<br /></div></div>apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-65607498013379690522009-08-03T22:08:00.000-07:002009-08-03T22:19:32.925-07:00Loose Tooth? Tooth Fairy or Not?While I was gone at camp (I'll blog about that tomorrow or Wednesday), Cooper apparently had been working on this loose tooth. Steph (my wonderful sister who was so kind and loving as to watch my kids for 1 week while I was at camp) said that Cooper had been holding a plastic sippy cup with just his teeth. Not really a good choice considering his past with his teeth. By the time I got back from camp Steph said that the bottom tooth was noticeably loose. Saturday at his friend's birthday party, the dad checked out his teeth and definitely said it was just about ready to fall out.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHnkHbNGYjLMfvAaJOHg57M6Uf9DpVM_YU94D8bXhbipY4RpSqm0fswmJjzW9vUzXDA7drn0ac9vrmV05zvsBIy5WTGWXkkZj5SHuEMCG5CI7XS7eA6r54vv9iXgzBHGdwCrdMIH5wwhId/s1600-h/DSCF5122.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHnkHbNGYjLMfvAaJOHg57M6Uf9DpVM_YU94D8bXhbipY4RpSqm0fswmJjzW9vUzXDA7drn0ac9vrmV05zvsBIy5WTGWXkkZj5SHuEMCG5CI7XS7eA6r54vv9iXgzBHGdwCrdMIH5wwhId/s320/DSCF5122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365971777380560242" border="0" /></a>So, Monday night, here we are after dinner...We had noodles soup with chicken, carrots, and sliced cucumber sticks for dinner, then strawberry short cake for dessert, and Cooper decided that he wanted to finish off the last cucumber. He said he took a bite and forgot about his loose tooth, the tooth bent back, he went to grab it to put it back and it came off right into his hand! He was so excited, but thought I'd be mad he lost another tooth. (The first one he lost b/c it had to be pulled due to an unfortunate abscess.) So, he came to show me his tooth and I was so excited for him that he was really surprised. Anyway, I'm going to decorate a little Altoid tin for his "toothfairy" tooth box. For someone who doesn't believe in Santa or the Easter Bunny, I will make an exception. There aren't any religious holidays associated with this "pretend" fairy, so I won't ruin this one for him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpJrzYZHPlDfth1luL_ZWuEmGSGibB5xNKlG7AcIsnwnBkETDGpw1qm2g-6czmQqFOODvu0nl3nXIyHfZ0HDl-WmYhUhReSSy4V-EfqUO7DVJ9EiSdlvJnaxeBEwG50hWiNI9HigcBkwYc/s1600-h/DSCF5121.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpJrzYZHPlDfth1luL_ZWuEmGSGibB5xNKlG7AcIsnwnBkETDGpw1qm2g-6czmQqFOODvu0nl3nXIyHfZ0HDl-WmYhUhReSSy4V-EfqUO7DVJ9EiSdlvJnaxeBEwG50hWiNI9HigcBkwYc/s320/DSCF5121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365971767582293266" border="0" /></a>As a soon to be graduated dentist said upon looking at Cooper's teeth..."Cooper's going to be entering some really awkward years." Can't wait.apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-51230899984431863812009-05-15T07:26:00.001-07:002009-05-15T07:36:57.804-07:00Morning Wreck - (literally)So this morning was the start of my plan for Jake and I to bike for exercise every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Apparently it was also the first warning that maybe I might end up in an ER because of this in the future. Just kidding - I hope not. Anyway, for my local blogging friends who know the area, we had just come down the Aviary overpass towards Goynes Elementary when Jake decided to take a left turn onto Deersprings. He took the corner really fast and I started to get nervous. The genetic factor that makes everyone in China so agile and coordinated on a bicycle has skipped me entirely. Of course, I slowed down a little, turned the corner, saw a metal sign pole, and promptly ran into it. Thank goodness the force of the impact threw me off the bike and I somehow managed to stay on my feet, but I'm pretty sure that I received a pretty good bruise in my pelvic area. All of this occurred within the first 15 minutes of our workout, so after another 45 minutes of riding, I'm definitely having issues with walking. Anyway, there happened to be this old couple that was walking on the opposite side of the street when my wreck occurred, and I feel good knowing that I probably made their day with my morning "blooper." Who needs to watch "America's Funniest Home Videos" when you can take a morning walk around Aliante.apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-38041616102749197802009-04-05T21:12:00.001-07:002009-04-05T21:53:06.750-07:00Pump It Up and The Mix Zone CafeIt was Najah's 1st birthday and she threw a party at Pump It Up. It was so much fun and the kids had a blast and got a great workout jumping on all the different things and climbing up the slides.<br /><br />Najah's parents are part owners in a restaurant called The Mix Zone Cafe. It's Thai food and it's REALLY good. You can find it at 2202 WEST CHARLESTON BLVD. #5, LAS VEGAS - <table class="ts" style="margin-top: 6px;"><tbody><tr><td style="line-height: normal;" valign="top"><nobr>(702) 493-2182</nobr></td></tr></tbody></table>and don't plan on heading there too late - they close around 8pm. They do serve lunch and dinner though and I'm telling you, Jake and I really enjoyed it. We've been missing Thai food for a long time. Their green papaya salad is one of the best I've ever had. Their prices are VERY reasonable. Jake and I ordered 4 dishes for a total of $35 or something like that. The ambiance is awesome and the music is great. Anyway, check it out of you like to try new things or if you just love Thai food.<br /><br />Here are the party pictures.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxwjoC4fWfwB_J7ebDI1op41Mo2adJvLDvf7xjW9dp9GFa1y-nXFGAH-wRUVq9X8f03NT6-_oolraHRLuxE2UYpuc-SotV8Lgts4jgOBz8aVMIwD5TS3UPZLcvr4dFu8P2ozfjAFHmClz1/s1600-h/DSCF4859.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxwjoC4fWfwB_J7ebDI1op41Mo2adJvLDvf7xjW9dp9GFa1y-nXFGAH-wRUVq9X8f03NT6-_oolraHRLuxE2UYpuc-SotV8Lgts4jgOBz8aVMIwD5TS3UPZLcvr4dFu8P2ozfjAFHmClz1/s320/DSCF4859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321431158592965298" border="0" /></a>Najah with her tiara on.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3MrGxbkue8BiKmpgsw0sypwTcl2R9NbYkqlEO9Mbie9A18ckRppuVOFzwRvAk5fI3Y5KvKYEaQhcBOzg3JE3BLyxawDZEB2iku7vb5aoifVBiCWT98IPa08q8knsc2SJqzf5pQMK3oJ7Y/s1600-h/DSCF4849.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3MrGxbkue8BiKmpgsw0sypwTcl2R9NbYkqlEO9Mbie9A18ckRppuVOFzwRvAk5fI3Y5KvKYEaQhcBOzg3JE3BLyxawDZEB2iku7vb5aoifVBiCWT98IPa08q8knsc2SJqzf5pQMK3oJ7Y/s320/DSCF4849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321431153501626850" border="0" /></a>Her first car. LOL<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2OE_AbJst1bYhPFtb25KLdqerMbXkkAKr_06j4mnUPZIp_tp6KQWv599RBqMgMlcjUdarzilLy5ATujmOPUueQC6PbUmgp1jn4cUcjObaTvih1YiBXp4hkN2iFV_AV2UWaj8JY6OZqHMp/s1600-h/DSCF4844.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2OE_AbJst1bYhPFtb25KLdqerMbXkkAKr_06j4mnUPZIp_tp6KQWv599RBqMgMlcjUdarzilLy5ATujmOPUueQC6PbUmgp1jn4cUcjObaTvih1YiBXp4hkN2iFV_AV2UWaj8JY6OZqHMp/s320/DSCF4844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321431149923192898" border="0" /></a>Katelyn satisfied after getting Steph's hat back on.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvtdVs9fXeS01iLgDJGxyHkd_I8wT1BEeyrUxZt5H8IbQjTAg0N1DYSCqNIM5HMdDrp_p_-fA6YcXGwxLOW5m-7KOvpi3HjEiTZ7XmAo8Hh0n8BndP06f5bmCqEdDzrd6ZFvB86-pKZDlQ/s1600-h/DSCF4843.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvtdVs9fXeS01iLgDJGxyHkd_I8wT1BEeyrUxZt5H8IbQjTAg0N1DYSCqNIM5HMdDrp_p_-fA6YcXGwxLOW5m-7KOvpi3HjEiTZ7XmAo8Hh0n8BndP06f5bmCqEdDzrd6ZFvB86-pKZDlQ/s320/DSCF4843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321431145366991330" border="0" /></a>Katelyn trying to get Steph's hat on.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvj1m-AWgT-arFnr93BMCSPQTD3DVm_u1l5WWzfO8qlunJgtGLArFpd0nHes1DRQ-Eu0QALZpUUBAR1QzVHTpfvzWMMYL84uxNonxRMjpdMXB5Rnhu2lL2Nh0Gn6GdymRxOYkYy8lkQ7D-/s1600-h/DSCF4842.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvj1m-AWgT-arFnr93BMCSPQTD3DVm_u1l5WWzfO8qlunJgtGLArFpd0nHes1DRQ-Eu0QALZpUUBAR1QzVHTpfvzWMMYL84uxNonxRMjpdMXB5Rnhu2lL2Nh0Gn6GdymRxOYkYy8lkQ7D-/s320/DSCF4842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321431135626209426" border="0" /></a>Steph laughing while Kate's trying to put her hat on.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ5iWvy36AMZtXWSTyUEPeV9gL4buKUUgBWdApAfjTM_DHlcVl4ZijS2p6l_jQIJik-InlqzSIv0ctsiM7JPKxLyd0YOqHg62jjSYm7pU5xZzgubvlsdEZkvQ8DgGI36IPclJ-VdI4GPOc/s1600-h/DSCF4839.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ5iWvy36AMZtXWSTyUEPeV9gL4buKUUgBWdApAfjTM_DHlcVl4ZijS2p6l_jQIJik-InlqzSIv0ctsiM7JPKxLyd0YOqHg62jjSYm7pU5xZzgubvlsdEZkvQ8DgGI36IPclJ-VdI4GPOc/s320/DSCF4839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321430410705678882" border="0" /></a>Kate didn't want us jumping around in the jump house. She kept telling us "NO!"<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZo3yYJBe4IyetCK9nJt5G1DXccoOnHjHSYRFOn6pZBn24ZyHLMe7wuVsv5QEPBMXNqK2FZkDW5lTQ0aEPn6-2uHBOYaVIQjfQggf05rAL-Em2MUGMNf1num2fAkD3_sDVi3dNZTP197Sd/s1600-h/DSCF4838.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZo3yYJBe4IyetCK9nJt5G1DXccoOnHjHSYRFOn6pZBn24ZyHLMe7wuVsv5QEPBMXNqK2FZkDW5lTQ0aEPn6-2uHBOYaVIQjfQggf05rAL-Em2MUGMNf1num2fAkD3_sDVi3dNZTP197Sd/s320/DSCF4838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321430406821880578" border="0" /></a>And then she'd smile again.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJeuIPaVEwxHeZhn_I6-IEYr25OU8eaoW4bOGmZyyGLk6U5kQMZBQkrKy0suqj7WOwbtE_00bQDcsqVrOSE65LNFZFeYmsJL_bbOe7jPiLb6E-OY4406zJHCNvCK233mQChRbx1YLReNh_/s1600-h/DSCF4833.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJeuIPaVEwxHeZhn_I6-IEYr25OU8eaoW4bOGmZyyGLk6U5kQMZBQkrKy0suqj7WOwbtE_00bQDcsqVrOSE65LNFZFeYmsJL_bbOe7jPiLb6E-OY4406zJHCNvCK233mQChRbx1YLReNh_/s320/DSCF4833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321430395205785842" border="0" /></a>Then we'd get more attitude when we started bouncing around.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-BBrz6DLizhjQGqEQ-93yT1nZCCaSg-7Or_LyriOGOpBfvW0e7uxups65bwhbaT8o-Agu6s98K-kZNmyMLizl2kRWGe4PxzBS2UddcmChF4htxwWpaFMAtPzvPXXCaF5tjWDCMHu6N1RM/s1600-h/DSCF4832.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-BBrz6DLizhjQGqEQ-93yT1nZCCaSg-7Or_LyriOGOpBfvW0e7uxups65bwhbaT8o-Agu6s98K-kZNmyMLizl2kRWGe4PxzBS2UddcmChF4htxwWpaFMAtPzvPXXCaF5tjWDCMHu6N1RM/s320/DSCF4832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321430394226174754" border="0" /></a>And she's start to whine, (well, the party was during her normal nap time - but it was worth it).<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitGBK02Tku3c0KKvETE63MO1W1HE387DD4mu2vz3SZDGV-N0FCyAPZa8ZdQsLckJIiOpGaQ0uIIz4r92DPwUmQzKCqNXazhzKZzhr3kxRY5KiYhIXj__BA33oCpxscKRwFE0XBHoLLBiMG/s1600-h/DSCF4831.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitGBK02Tku3c0KKvETE63MO1W1HE387DD4mu2vz3SZDGV-N0FCyAPZa8ZdQsLckJIiOpGaQ0uIIz4r92DPwUmQzKCqNXazhzKZzhr3kxRY5KiYhIXj__BA33oCpxscKRwFE0XBHoLLBiMG/s320/DSCF4831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321430390552139826" border="0" /></a>Then she took off running around the jump house while I tried to get some pictures of her.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkesdoHOApzzKfEY_BXh4jTl3pqYUxKtpc5x0GWe6Z92DjVKR2RQpQSQvZTozMuj_60_LbgoKKUao9tNDEtxWoPquMAmM-j4BPr4ApdrJ6Kgt1zS80NmLR8e_5d3LZpviIWKXmgCLgG6AA/s1600-h/DSCF4819.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkesdoHOApzzKfEY_BXh4jTl3pqYUxKtpc5x0GWe6Z92DjVKR2RQpQSQvZTozMuj_60_LbgoKKUao9tNDEtxWoPquMAmM-j4BPr4ApdrJ6Kgt1zS80NmLR8e_5d3LZpviIWKXmgCLgG6AA/s320/DSCF4819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321428021582312130" border="0" /></a>Cooper loved jumping/climbing onto the mushroom then jumping or diving off.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKOvkjbpCJ-aMTDg6H4q7qChmxS4ir3Hxcpx1u37MuqzWVC15YC4YAf80RB73XPE-MhsLIFn1dRXDiRbzX9vu9OnvpsKU7EfiVHCyg-0YLfh36LnwymD6ilC3xV_jfoapVW2AL-zWFmsUl/s1600-h/DSCF4820.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKOvkjbpCJ-aMTDg6H4q7qChmxS4ir3Hxcpx1u37MuqzWVC15YC4YAf80RB73XPE-MhsLIFn1dRXDiRbzX9vu9OnvpsKU7EfiVHCyg-0YLfh36LnwymD6ilC3xV_jfoapVW2AL-zWFmsUl/s320/DSCF4820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321428013479294818" border="0" /></a>Mackenzie really had a lot of fun.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHuUnk2KakUVls14qk1Ez020G2UrgycDrQNxCZW8WZpVq_RGBZddhrQNjENkcno-9mVmW0L8A8nGQM7erB1emL2s-nipLrRHqCE5fMpe_8jMyxAMVO1QI_-DjEMPLA16DnbQGLA5DPKXDq/s1600-h/DSCF4815.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHuUnk2KakUVls14qk1Ez020G2UrgycDrQNxCZW8WZpVq_RGBZddhrQNjENkcno-9mVmW0L8A8nGQM7erB1emL2s-nipLrRHqCE5fMpe_8jMyxAMVO1QI_-DjEMPLA16DnbQGLA5DPKXDq/s320/DSCF4815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321428010455016306" border="0" /></a>"King of the Hill"<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVPdSmEXqDiP5ynpsh-C_r_dfTD_nR-Lnfg0lLKlg1cdb7z0PRjZAQu6vMdhZjGAUqHgtmk8_1IiAtxHDqWto-8v90tkCS6M3LTJ1FksbRtdQqRSP9KHAcf34iVBhcahPi8yB_QQSrod37/s1600-h/DSCF4801.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVPdSmEXqDiP5ynpsh-C_r_dfTD_nR-Lnfg0lLKlg1cdb7z0PRjZAQu6vMdhZjGAUqHgtmk8_1IiAtxHDqWto-8v90tkCS6M3LTJ1FksbRtdQqRSP9KHAcf34iVBhcahPi8yB_QQSrod37/s320/DSCF4801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321428005220582050" border="0" /></a>Mackenzie just couldn't get enough of the slides.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvwDw3rJwOlrpTl4QGZadv6LPiLYQ_BiXatxWxD5phnOKFTL56h3jTVFlm7AJ6LcmfO1sP1if6zU0KoEq70aKLGxWF3PaaSqJeKxts8e_ii0KrYmufdkvmqHfjfkfMjqyOhC6l3axktf0H/s1600-h/DSCF4794.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvwDw3rJwOlrpTl4QGZadv6LPiLYQ_BiXatxWxD5phnOKFTL56h3jTVFlm7AJ6LcmfO1sP1if6zU0KoEq70aKLGxWF3PaaSqJeKxts8e_ii0KrYmufdkvmqHfjfkfMjqyOhC6l3axktf0H/s320/DSCF4794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321428001393078514" border="0" /></a>Cooper couldn't either.<br /></div>apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-86338954285402966102009-04-05T20:55:00.001-07:002009-04-05T21:12:03.799-07:00Blogging again.The Kick N Littles had the first soccer game of the season on April 4th. They played the Chivas from Las Vegas Soccer Academy. I'm pretty sure I don't have to tell you who the winner was. By the way, if there is a parent from Las Vegas Soccer Academy who happens to read this, email me please. I'd love to know how I can get Cooper into the program. ;) Anyway, the kids had a blast - okay, so only a few of the kids had a blast and the rest were freezing their tails off. It had to be at least 20 mph winds. Cooper had to wear his thick red hooded coat under his soccer shirt. Funny, he asked me where his gloves were before we left the house and I laughed at him and said, "you don't need gloves, it's warm outside." Yeah right, I was freezing wearing my jacket and wrapped up in a blanket with Katelyn (who was otherwise occupied with eating her apple and unaware of how cold it was).<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH69FFW3VxvRoT9J4Qqt1OlUpJUUs7IT9FpALCOxcSEh_Aiosj6Uu2b7hqIxVRHvZ6GnZ1tKVonzTK1EsvFaQOwhPQTJQf1gU-r8fIy_oDNiqW0ihyLw0xp-rhR7HQnmjr8S9LB2JJJPt8/s1600-h/DSCF4793.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH69FFW3VxvRoT9J4Qqt1OlUpJUUs7IT9FpALCOxcSEh_Aiosj6Uu2b7hqIxVRHvZ6GnZ1tKVonzTK1EsvFaQOwhPQTJQf1gU-r8fIy_oDNiqW0ihyLw0xp-rhR7HQnmjr8S9LB2JJJPt8/s320/DSCF4793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321423091646145538" border="0" /></a>I may have put Cooper in the wrong sport. He was getting ready to hike the ball, I think. Maybe I'll try pee wee football next time.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2WCD3gHpbSVN-Qg9Fn_5QOxksYxAKftmlr9dg3LiCxggj4d_nzo8QQ3G3H51aauIS1ckxc96Sv92ZvLHniFThGwt0L2z5mMzVxcYkx-9QTtSUW2HcuDyhz4MOr0TnJOYhs0U9dM-h05Zl/s1600-h/DSCF4792.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2WCD3gHpbSVN-Qg9Fn_5QOxksYxAKftmlr9dg3LiCxggj4d_nzo8QQ3G3H51aauIS1ckxc96Sv92ZvLHniFThGwt0L2z5mMzVxcYkx-9QTtSUW2HcuDyhz4MOr0TnJOYhs0U9dM-h05Zl/s320/DSCF4792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321423084846767794" border="0" /></a>Still didn't get it the second time, but it was cute.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Rbtg40gOdnQ9mFtHs3eX3aLUQtWicYVb9uLb14Zze6T2mbxqRgmzZZoOG6azrVpjLPNeuXrCXTr_9dcLqU1v8yfQQPFgwtrl5XJtfWwXaXSEcOi9-JXJGrEidTQY8JX2c-xx-j0SRk4e/s1600-h/DSCF4791.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Rbtg40gOdnQ9mFtHs3eX3aLUQtWicYVb9uLb14Zze6T2mbxqRgmzZZoOG6azrVpjLPNeuXrCXTr_9dcLqU1v8yfQQPFgwtrl5XJtfWwXaXSEcOi9-JXJGrEidTQY8JX2c-xx-j0SRk4e/s320/DSCF4791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321423077496870722" border="0" /></a>Third time's a charm, right? Really though, he knew he was playing soccer. I have to say though, he looks like he's getting ready to run someone over.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRAmfZojZ3s0K9g31AfW-1JQpzhKkzdNtArZ1bHdUG35x5qCiP9mx4zJU_SKvahe3fGIi_8pVl3tKPFSAZOc9mg1k1Q-f-2lr-ctNmzTaDc0HOKTL0ejDWhN5npga0M02WNSXjxalxQ-2_/s1600-h/DSCF4790.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRAmfZojZ3s0K9g31AfW-1JQpzhKkzdNtArZ1bHdUG35x5qCiP9mx4zJU_SKvahe3fGIi_8pVl3tKPFSAZOc9mg1k1Q-f-2lr-ctNmzTaDc0HOKTL0ejDWhN5npga0M02WNSXjxalxQ-2_/s320/DSCF4790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321423078141452786" border="0" /></a>First kick.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXpXZY5avVZOwZmuMVCN5QtyiszefwNuMpbKW-R_QwbAHeid3lprW-NAhb1ghID3atf8fSIdSyaICiuKdSYeaBMvRMtkkIjJyifINuvfEaf3RZ9FI6GWbrU62ZTZYo55gET1s5N78m1w9s/s1600-h/DSCF4789.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXpXZY5avVZOwZmuMVCN5QtyiszefwNuMpbKW-R_QwbAHeid3lprW-NAhb1ghID3atf8fSIdSyaICiuKdSYeaBMvRMtkkIjJyifINuvfEaf3RZ9FI6GWbrU62ZTZYo55gET1s5N78m1w9s/s320/DSCF4789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321423074818810850" border="0" /></a>The other team. The were sprinting down the field to score in our goal. This occured multiple times. Our team was a little slow to react. I'm just glad they had fun though. Winning is definitely something that's taught to us because they didn't even realize that this little 5 yr old cute Mexican team kicked their butts. Anyway, glad I put Cooper in soccer...now if I can just figure out how to teach him to control the ball.<br /></div>apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-31103040550929070522009-04-05T20:30:00.000-07:002009-04-05T20:51:25.902-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrcpyEx18lNbeh9BdOF_M69fInkmIDItpADw97C9Ymctb4pip2ZzLrTyoaa65Rd1kEGhHUUOYfZeKLGwqMWfRzWIqqGl4_c4RtIJ8gNbjiytLrwRvxxk9XG81vTc1Z6VG8Jtzw4Kuh_2HY/s1600-h/March+09+019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrcpyEx18lNbeh9BdOF_M69fInkmIDItpADw97C9Ymctb4pip2ZzLrTyoaa65Rd1kEGhHUUOYfZeKLGwqMWfRzWIqqGl4_c4RtIJ8gNbjiytLrwRvxxk9XG81vTc1Z6VG8Jtzw4Kuh_2HY/s400/March+09+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321420680417459138" border="0" /></a><br />Here we are...sweat dried and proud to have finished the 13 mile Red Rock loop. Oh yes, I was having trouble sitting down on the fence and no, I wasn't looking.<br /></div>apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-8417312488943052012009-04-01T14:58:00.000-07:002009-04-01T15:08:21.491-07:00Spring Mountain Ranch Easter Egg HuntWe just did a quick little Easter Egg Hunt at Spring Mountain Ranch today since it was our playgroup outing. No worries, if you missed out we're doing another one at next Wednesday's playgroup. Anyway, here are some of the pictures. The kids were so cute - and the boys could hardly wait too. They were so fast and did a great job. Kate was a little too quick this year to get good pictures, but I took a lot of pictures of my niece Mackenzie. I need a quicker camera.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwFBvqTG7N_NsRT30SytqxkNWzcvhr8qqJyfaIdsZKHq8TPtVXMrXqZx_4cav6b9ghX19yrIyt1X5Exg6liixSLzEpMGYz2qiR6eGoRYHQ0TBP79WrNdKtaw9hnotSv45LD1i7ArGR6WhE/s1600-h/DSCF4781.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwFBvqTG7N_NsRT30SytqxkNWzcvhr8qqJyfaIdsZKHq8TPtVXMrXqZx_4cav6b9ghX19yrIyt1X5Exg6liixSLzEpMGYz2qiR6eGoRYHQ0TBP79WrNdKtaw9hnotSv45LD1i7ArGR6WhE/s400/DSCF4781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319847462970928594" border="0" /></a>Mackenzie picking up her egg.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAvGLhp1vjvz272aTtWVXf78gi-TbfIpJc6RbSCM_CNqwKZWZqd8KV7wJpvju2gEr_tUgVEAY5bWBGLTzl0YyyeHs7nSFCbH3yi4lQ4GbbtdTCWdnCfxiU1VcQ-Y0Oin3pZYbmy3pSuH9i/s1600-h/DSCF4773.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAvGLhp1vjvz272aTtWVXf78gi-TbfIpJc6RbSCM_CNqwKZWZqd8KV7wJpvju2gEr_tUgVEAY5bWBGLTzl0YyyeHs7nSFCbH3yi4lQ4GbbtdTCWdnCfxiU1VcQ-Y0Oin3pZYbmy3pSuH9i/s400/DSCF4773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319847230463736050" border="0" /></a>Lily opening up each egg she picks up. (She was too cute!)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgECqPR92cj50xfhnXSdBRB-PPP0B6PEjgwp9Wz-hmYcIcsbcZpzgSmUzJ8jK_XfgRpcuoisGt8zv_ZSKwswqcDepgGWqRvEipmafQbAgc-PbTKqMSM7lIkOzukaDn9LZ6EMsoiwsltI8yx/s1600-h/DSCF4767.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgECqPR92cj50xfhnXSdBRB-PPP0B6PEjgwp9Wz-hmYcIcsbcZpzgSmUzJ8jK_XfgRpcuoisGt8zv_ZSKwswqcDepgGWqRvEipmafQbAgc-PbTKqMSM7lIkOzukaDn9LZ6EMsoiwsltI8yx/s400/DSCF4767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319847225716313874" border="0" /></a>Cooper racing to find more eggs.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhaCM3mVZybGYsGYUjCOGRrBSgQNV8kWnpWPMLHch8jJYz41vIBrJdAmsVy-PacYJ-z9JvV_YMfJ_KRZ9kUq0MHohH8GOAeGGSO8TjliPWip5ph2U26LOHl6gsATeVu7_oWjiaVq0j3En2/s1600-h/DSCF4766.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhaCM3mVZybGYsGYUjCOGRrBSgQNV8kWnpWPMLHch8jJYz41vIBrJdAmsVy-PacYJ-z9JvV_YMfJ_KRZ9kUq0MHohH8GOAeGGSO8TjliPWip5ph2U26LOHl6gsATeVu7_oWjiaVq0j3En2/s400/DSCF4766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319847226859847298" border="0" /></a>Gavin - definitely the fastest one in the bunch, and so generous to share with everyone else.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7W9OHwtwLuJE4WuDN8CVzFz19nVKCPc4PIeKbyKm3iPGvbWDJ57Oan14ACn1eBiqxi9cLram0h630-5yls6d6BerE_OJiaQav8Qm8y3zuAXw98zYDhPGTwaV5lco4vVEPws34P7IyWTNP/s1600-h/DSCF4764.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7W9OHwtwLuJE4WuDN8CVzFz19nVKCPc4PIeKbyKm3iPGvbWDJ57Oan14ACn1eBiqxi9cLram0h630-5yls6d6BerE_OJiaQav8Qm8y3zuAXw98zYDhPGTwaV5lco4vVEPws34P7IyWTNP/s400/DSCF4764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319847220159074674" border="0" /></a>Katelyn taking forever to get each egg in her bag, and passing up several eggs trying to find the one she wanted.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfeH7d0O0UOU6I7i7_r3BpiM9BOVkT_70zFKPV-1klXg5Ii_Jzbq3mla4ajJOv5eARMTMFlVVrnz1Xh5PbDzHwEFbDEs7Vc6Tri2oNidBwPeLFRJd5hyBof5eimxPu__oRkgMYwXRNbFJa/s1600-h/DSCF4760.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfeH7d0O0UOU6I7i7_r3BpiM9BOVkT_70zFKPV-1klXg5Ii_Jzbq3mla4ajJOv5eARMTMFlVVrnz1Xh5PbDzHwEFbDEs7Vc6Tri2oNidBwPeLFRJd5hyBof5eimxPu__oRkgMYwXRNbFJa/s400/DSCF4760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319847216241461586" border="0" /></a>Trying to get the kids to pose together. Yes, it was a failure.<br /></div>apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-34879721012646959872009-03-22T21:06:00.001-07:002009-03-22T21:10:45.206-07:00A Half Marathon.....Almost. This post is a little late, and I'm still waiting for some pictures from my friend Carly, but last Monday I finally completed a goal that I've had for a few months. No, I didn't run in a half marathon, but for those of you who know Las Vegas, and the Red Rock loop, I finally ran it!!! More like a medium paced jog, but I did the whole thing and never stopped to walk. I was so worried and anxious that I had a hard time sleeping the night before. Thanks to my two amazing friends (who by the way have done this a few times) and especially to Britney who is even more amazing to me now (since she just ran the Red Rock Half Marathon 2 weeks before), they cheered me on and kept me going the whole way. It was AMAZING!! So, I'll have to post pictures later. I also have to catch up on a couple other posts of Cooper's soccer practices. It's so cute to watch them practice, and he really likes it too. I'm sure it helps that most of his friends are on the team. Gotta go make some cards now.apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-59269456600332974582009-01-11T21:15:00.001-08:002009-01-11T21:33:32.351-08:00Seriously neglecting my blog.She is sooo like my mother. This was Christmas morning and Katelyn got to open her present from Auntie Karly. Yes, you guess right...fake earrings, bracelet, and high heels. As soon as she opened it up she wanted to put on the high heels and was trying to figure out the earrings. It was pretty hilarious, especially when Jake said "oh, she is soooo your mother."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjERahNlu4dNErAWabWXx46fgHPWtdX3zrIdUrM8AIGdBWzK0_B9VLze2gYTKc8bg7e714PlhRT-J5fJATOnTEIioFY4OetN64_C04i_OuPx1yIopWE4rmO8cso-Je1O7neQRCDcczEccde/s1600-h/DSCF4462.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjERahNlu4dNErAWabWXx46fgHPWtdX3zrIdUrM8AIGdBWzK0_B9VLze2gYTKc8bg7e714PlhRT-J5fJATOnTEIioFY4OetN64_C04i_OuPx1yIopWE4rmO8cso-Je1O7neQRCDcczEccde/s400/DSCF4462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290273377051046322" border="0" /></a>Cooper got another stuffed puppy from Great Grandma Gaye Fisk!! He was really excited since his puppy "Emma" (apparently all cute puppies are named Emma, after his friend, and all ugly puppies are boys) needed a big sister or mom or something like that. Anyway, he was stoked and these two stuffed dogs really look related...you'll see in another picture below.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFPU6zScvml_uf1a3wjZ_jWisyNBpIAhq71QF2zESmgSpt4IkhDuFOWaFdrxoJeu_fDk1LaVY7M07fWfsyREOg-jqQfjWBCW2Vo7Fr50fMVddJE4Aff0xgB0l4xejP9XPi-wKFfpZnY0_7/s1600-h/DSCF4464.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFPU6zScvml_uf1a3wjZ_jWisyNBpIAhq71QF2zESmgSpt4IkhDuFOWaFdrxoJeu_fDk1LaVY7M07fWfsyREOg-jqQfjWBCW2Vo7Fr50fMVddJE4Aff0xgB0l4xejP9XPi-wKFfpZnY0_7/s400/DSCF4464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290272851379564050" border="0" /></a>Katelyn was taking care of the trash. We had a ton of wrapping paper and tissue paper that need disposing of, so we put her in charge. She was really glad to have a new "job" around the house and was putting EVERYTHING in the garbage. I had to watch her to make sure none of the Christmas presents ended up there.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtKI0AovevRryTF08BiAApgm0sh2zLh3LuARXaZLbrqkLrJOMUZddpLXy9B64Oy74eVgTrQY1zfn0y3qzX2bE19k7EBUOAcLP4yzG29LyfSiQpebs0n-ZurI1i8FEZOAKcmSM1_ssj6QuK/s1600-h/DSCF4469.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtKI0AovevRryTF08BiAApgm0sh2zLh3LuARXaZLbrqkLrJOMUZddpLXy9B64Oy74eVgTrQY1zfn0y3qzX2bE19k7EBUOAcLP4yzG29LyfSiQpebs0n-ZurI1i8FEZOAKcmSM1_ssj6QuK/s400/DSCF4469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290272850609122850" border="0" /></a>The puppies. Aren't they all so cute? The black one with the bandana is Katelyn's. I originally got it for Cooper, but he liked his other white with brown spots on it puppy better. The white one with the handles on it was Katelyn's gift from Great Grandma Gaye Fisk and she put her jewelry in it. It really was a perfect little purse for her...I say "was" because she just uses it for a stuffed animal now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjatoEZmDKbqaJPyG6fhWn-Bno_XeWJVtwsO87HZFgwxd0I1QHMV_zFzhQpubtRNRCptPtBMhguSmSlAPRD33jONl72wda3JbE8E4DaqyWqZ-9iS9XCD3cOOE53TL_Jqgz-pNDL6TWJMsud/s1600-h/DSCF4476.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjatoEZmDKbqaJPyG6fhWn-Bno_XeWJVtwsO87HZFgwxd0I1QHMV_zFzhQpubtRNRCptPtBMhguSmSlAPRD33jONl72wda3JbE8E4DaqyWqZ-9iS9XCD3cOOE53TL_Jqgz-pNDL6TWJMsud/s400/DSCF4476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290272843595739986" border="0" /></a>Steph, Tim, and I took Cooper and Katelyn to Springs Preserve to see the light display there. It was really cool and despite the fact that it was cold, they were excited to see a new area of the Preserve Museum that they hadn't seen before. Also, the coolest balloon artist was there...we saw him at a storytime at Potterybarn Kids before...and the guy was really amazed that Katelyn talked so much and especially that she asked for a sword instead of a girly thing. Cooper and Katelyn had grand plans to have sword fights when we got home, but it never happened. They also got to have their faces painted, which was a really fun thing for both of them. Cooper had them put a fish on each cheek, and Katelyn got an Elmo. I think she was asking for an "animal," but it must have sounded like "Elmo." She actually has no clue who or what Elmo is.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgso-BYDxhd1NQaji7zLvHdNAW6whESL7m7Wea6rlrM5edHKm6TPSitKD_alp_lGC_Ytwpbg4Ax5cukGcEbg8ZqH7tRf2-GTxmXzhTUKbjwSCJrSECfYZu1Vb-eAiGh6cvDlE1-jLllQRB1/s1600-h/DSCF4485.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgso-BYDxhd1NQaji7zLvHdNAW6whESL7m7Wea6rlrM5edHKm6TPSitKD_alp_lGC_Ytwpbg4Ax5cukGcEbg8ZqH7tRf2-GTxmXzhTUKbjwSCJrSECfYZu1Vb-eAiGh6cvDlE1-jLllQRB1/s400/DSCF4485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290272835284662114" border="0" /></a>This is my summary of the end of December. Yes, I still have to catch up on almost 2 weeks of January. Ugh.apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-86983780994430493832008-12-23T23:57:00.000-08:002008-12-24T09:03:07.156-08:00Merry Christmas to all my Blogging friends!!<span style="font-style: italic;">Edited to add</span>: <span style="font-style: italic;">I used Adobe Photoshop CS3 for all my digital scrapbooking.<br /><br /></span>Click on image for larger view. This is my digital scrapbooking page for my Christmas 2008 mini-album and my e-card/blog card to everyone. I hope that everyone has a great Christmas and I hope that we'll all remember the true meaning of Christmas and the Savior's gift to us.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirXi12EqaTZ5iqZUeKr6QDLED0SxBvbfL9WZuj7J8O6vwF_zk5plh35YXXrJwxij_q0BaFYb-8CwocSORntQa7By0KzXxRlKpQtiB_O4nwAu1B2rWBk0IRlzU4EHcHtE772pVTN1ww1dGs/s1600-h/Christmas+Album+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirXi12EqaTZ5iqZUeKr6QDLED0SxBvbfL9WZuj7J8O6vwF_zk5plh35YXXrJwxij_q0BaFYb-8CwocSORntQa7By0KzXxRlKpQtiB_O4nwAu1B2rWBk0IRlzU4EHcHtE772pVTN1ww1dGs/s400/Christmas+Album+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283263321939938546" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Recipe: digital paper- Summer Driggs freebie, dictionary paper - can't remember, green glitter alpha - Ellie Lash</span>apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-59083587543862518972008-12-23T23:24:00.001-08:002008-12-23T23:56:40.970-08:00December 14-23...Behind againOkay, first I have to post a funny exchange between Cooper and I...<br /><br />Me: Cooper, tonight you're going to have a babysitter. I don't want you to cause any trouble for her. I want you to make sure that you eat all your food and don't complain.<br /><br />Cooper: Okay mommy. I'll make sure I eat all the pasta and you make sure you don't make the pasta taste terrible.<br /><br />Me: (rolling eyes) Cooper, the pasta will not taste terrible, I promise.<br /><br />Cooper: Okay, just make sure it tastes good.<br /><br />Me: <span style="font-style: italic;">thinking...man, i thought i was a pretty good cook, why in the world would he think that the pasta would be terrible, it's just spaghetti for crying out loud...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span>So, that's my Cooper. You just never know what will come out of that mouth of his, and where in the world he gets it from.<br /><br />Back to the intended purpose of this post...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">December 16th: I cut down Cooper's naptime to 1 1/2 hours. He tends to fall asleep a little more quickly at night. I had printed out some Christmas images onto watercolor paper a couple weeks ago. Cooper and Katelyn LOVE to use my watercolor pencils and color in the images then use the brush to paint it. Here's Cooper with his snowman image. He wanted the hat to be red, and the whole head ended up red. He was going to leave the rest blank, because snowmen are white, but I told him to make it a snowman clown. (I really just wanted him to finish coloring the image instead of wasting all that watercolor paper).<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiWfIJT77OeVfDi78JHkx5q2JeDI4Fp4XUOXXZLzPzslrOxp1NF7a_qU0x-TOKo4FeqvTF6xd75Nld5MPDj12NvNSkBioNfnmXvDQ6GFz4rfoOWsKgQTGiSalPfw2NEsBw00K9dSLuozK_/s1600-h/DSCF4430.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiWfIJT77OeVfDi78JHkx5q2JeDI4Fp4XUOXXZLzPzslrOxp1NF7a_qU0x-TOKo4FeqvTF6xd75Nld5MPDj12NvNSkBioNfnmXvDQ6GFz4rfoOWsKgQTGiSalPfw2NEsBw00K9dSLuozK_/s320/DSCF4430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283255797030306130" border="0" /></a><br />December 17th: It snowed. A lot. Yes, I guilt-tripped Jake into "spending time with Cooper" by having Jake take him to the parking lot so Coop could build a snowman. That kid was the happiest kid I've ever met. He LOVES the snow and he'd been begging me to build a snowman, but I kept telling him to wait until his dad got home. (I had taken the kids on a walk - Cooper biked - on Monday, December 15th, when it was snowing pretty hard. I figured it was Jake's turn to do snow duty.) So, Jake took the kids to Wal-mart, then dropped of Kate, and built this little miniature snowman with Coop. The two little rocks were suppose to be eyes, but I thought they looked like boobs. If you look really close, you can see two little sticks for arms too.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7bD9Iq1iH5O12cMv7FT2g-4WNzyf69mFCqBPMjKDTYTfC-X2wfitBWq7RUSnEati6XQ-MbecfPG1FVkZ2DTQ7iVh2MK7_4yFxp-s0cd4D29kt2eF35YXOPDl5RtKW2Wzj1S6_ADl-5-rY/s1600-h/DSCF4432.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7bD9Iq1iH5O12cMv7FT2g-4WNzyf69mFCqBPMjKDTYTfC-X2wfitBWq7RUSnEati6XQ-MbecfPG1FVkZ2DTQ7iVh2MK7_4yFxp-s0cd4D29kt2eF35YXOPDl5RtKW2Wzj1S6_ADl-5-rY/s320/DSCF4432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283255355770872482" border="0" /></a><br />December 20th: Ward Christmas Party - Cooper and Katelyn had so much fun. Kate had a couple of the boys following her around making sure she was okay. I don't know what it is about her, but the 4-5 year old boys treat her like a princess or something, well, more like a porcelain doll. It's kind of amusing to me. Cooper was really excited to tell "Santa" what he wanted. He even told me what he told Santa. So much for telling him Santa's not real. I did have to tell him though that gifts don't come from Santa, they come from mom, dad, grandpa, grandma, aunties and uncles, etc... He understands that, so as long as the credit goes to the right people, I'll let him believe what he wants.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLyOYc05gOy_7JLJd-VDQElP4eEcsVxkM8tU95VUO0xvyD6G6-PD8mIPflCAtv3J6N-WK3vCgnzIWObc3ODRhSwYpspnYzh1ySORNwrLqsTlN_oyCaLxAWLLQgVSzAP2uWOfEuaMa5twW/s1600-h/DSCF4434.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLyOYc05gOy_7JLJd-VDQElP4eEcsVxkM8tU95VUO0xvyD6G6-PD8mIPflCAtv3J6N-WK3vCgnzIWObc3ODRhSwYpspnYzh1ySORNwrLqsTlN_oyCaLxAWLLQgVSzAP2uWOfEuaMa5twW/s320/DSCF4434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283255352950769026" border="0" /></a><br />Same party, but Katelyn was FREAKING OUT because of "Santa." What is the deal, seriously, Coop at this age was scared of Santa too. I was even holding her and she was screaming bloody murder. Can you tell I thought it was funny? She kept screaming "no mommy, no!"<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZsiFhlfvQhPTasEDZs0PqcNjYbcbi6G6w_DC7V8XPF2lJFUBekDKamlUS993eKzU5E6hrnkKvHH7tXEWRoQ1HLc-LcNaNEBg0vDYPevAi6_r4ntN-T-XPzGGsrDbx8R1KAIEoX4vQ-EyX/s1600-h/DSCF4436.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZsiFhlfvQhPTasEDZs0PqcNjYbcbi6G6w_DC7V8XPF2lJFUBekDKamlUS993eKzU5E6hrnkKvHH7tXEWRoQ1HLc-LcNaNEBg0vDYPevAi6_r4ntN-T-XPzGGsrDbx8R1KAIEoX4vQ-EyX/s320/DSCF4436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283255350054752930" border="0" /></a><br />December 22nd: Cooper got this Holiday Cake Kit at his primary meet and greet activity on the 20th. His whole little bag from his future teacher was packed with awesome stuff. Anyway, he really wanted me to make this cake with him, so I thought it was a good day to do it. We were at my sister's place watching her dog, so that's why the kitchen may not look familiar to those who've been to our place. Yes, Cooper is wearing a pink bib. I didn't realize I had switched them until I looked at this picture. Cooper was mixing the cake mix and Kate was watching with envy. They both got to decorate their cakes and they definitely turned out colorful. The frosting was pretty much just powdered sugar. After the finished decorating it, I let them each eat their own cake. They only ate a little bit of it, but at least they had fun getting it decorated.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_wzHlRXYkdlri8LD-yh5B87CzXZ9Yb9VPgjhwqeoCQU84tgAvqucG_onuGZwN-PhTfE7BiB56RujdGLEj1TJA8GHfZXNZdeImTeAZhifwNBYKJOU2_Z8ejCXOA0PFV-xRv5Kq-x3kgva/s1600-h/DSCF4439.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_wzHlRXYkdlri8LD-yh5B87CzXZ9Yb9VPgjhwqeoCQU84tgAvqucG_onuGZwN-PhTfE7BiB56RujdGLEj1TJA8GHfZXNZdeImTeAZhifwNBYKJOU2_Z8ejCXOA0PFV-xRv5Kq-x3kgva/s320/DSCF4439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283255339926397826" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-a5Zjw-nmLqb8MI9KbEjivtUJmNU_tT1ySywceorFV3dW3eXJL0nTKZsXpeySY4vGqtR71eqNXagBwuoZspvIJ2s_Js3TS_KsBFWLyTrfYmTRwr5RrIYnLxUlFGFBNIB9_iIM38f_8P8/s1600-h/DSCF4443.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-a5Zjw-nmLqb8MI9KbEjivtUJmNU_tT1ySywceorFV3dW3eXJL0nTKZsXpeySY4vGqtR71eqNXagBwuoZspvIJ2s_Js3TS_KsBFWLyTrfYmTRwr5RrIYnLxUlFGFBNIB9_iIM38f_8P8/s320/DSCF4443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283260837385495682" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">December 23rd: </span>Jake took me to see the "O" show at the Bellagio. I've seen it once before, back when my sister got married, but we pretty much sat in the very last row at the very top. Tonight, we got to sit in section 103 row H and were pretty much front and center. It was amazing (except for the fact that we were 1 hour late, so we missed half the show...beware of the Bellagio, their parking lot was completely full and their parking attendant kept letting cars go in) and I've never had seats that good for anything. I was really impressed and awed by the talent of those performers. I don't have pictures - shoulda taken one of Jake and I in front of the theatre, but didn't think of it. They don't let you take pictures inside, so I only have words to record this day. This was also the first day that Cooper and Katelyn have been babysat by someone other than family. (Well, my friend Kim watched Cooper a couple of times when he was really little, but Jake and I consider her pretty much family).<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Sooooo, tomorrow is Christmas Eve and I'll have pictures for tomorrow and for the 25th!! Stay tuned.<br /></div></div>apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-87120376343948172882008-12-16T15:43:00.000-08:002008-12-16T20:52:01.673-08:00Christmas Days 6-13: Catching up.......again. I always seem to be catching up when I finally sit down to post. Anyway, here is a little update on our Christmas happenings.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">December 6th - Family pictures at the Bellagio Botanical Garden. They had just finished the display when we went on Saturday. Jake was there too - but I rarely have a good picture of the kids and I, so I thought I'd post this one. I also got to catch up a little with my friend Matt and his family. I knew them a long time ago from my ward in Cincinnati, OH. It was nice to catch up. His parents have not changed - they're still as sweet and amazing as ever.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPP38DWm709AIBweifaoLOAJQD6sdRi28mlqaeY7tpTSTb6xAr91DwTgZ43RMMSyiSFFlIJIYncvnXlEmZwu3EHCtw6xYGzR9HTlBa515NCiHoJHVetM5eJ-unKBCGcgZyVakbh61BEre/s1600-h/DSCF4391.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPP38DWm709AIBweifaoLOAJQD6sdRi28mlqaeY7tpTSTb6xAr91DwTgZ43RMMSyiSFFlIJIYncvnXlEmZwu3EHCtw6xYGzR9HTlBa515NCiHoJHVetM5eJ-unKBCGcgZyVakbh61BEre/s320/DSCF4391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280544132054632994" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">December 7th - We took a little walk/bike ride/skate trip around the neighborhood before church. It's kind of our Sunday thing since we have 1pm church. Jake and I are working on teaching Cooper how to balance and kick on the long board, but this particular day I wanted to see if he could ride his "big boy" bike. He can - but we decided the other bike was a better size for now.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeB3F5nDg9dc9L2Ag1k8yvxVMKNlkKjNrFBqGO17Y8Aj_-qjHHpLrf7WBWqTXyMVW8AVUNUR-DHgu6ImevbQsECazdvNsigM5aHM9ztD8yjpSQuuaEUm7JPiwXAH1s7Txyw_ov1bdfAkvn/s1600-h/DSCF4403.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeB3F5nDg9dc9L2Ag1k8yvxVMKNlkKjNrFBqGO17Y8Aj_-qjHHpLrf7WBWqTXyMVW8AVUNUR-DHgu6ImevbQsECazdvNsigM5aHM9ztD8yjpSQuuaEUm7JPiwXAH1s7Txyw_ov1bdfAkvn/s320/DSCF4403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280544124047439490" border="0" /></a>December 8th - Katelyn and Cooper wanted to spend some quality time with mommy building something with their legos. We built the police station, (you can see the model we copied on the back wall), and then the kids played with the building for a while before Katelyn decided to destroy it. That's usually how our lego sessions end.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZJ7-zmAgFaiOlxSMPZfyFH2zHZmDgztwx9OCjTs8TXpvCOj3OV5E94Zw-5fgmJdVNOrmQWrwjMcKW-Qu3n3EAYNpjkcP1oEHWL_wXGWXdiMIvSZtU4JgXtjZ8kMGMaD8F4fSAc0ZZ-vgI/s1600-h/DSCF4415.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZJ7-zmAgFaiOlxSMPZfyFH2zHZmDgztwx9OCjTs8TXpvCOj3OV5E94Zw-5fgmJdVNOrmQWrwjMcKW-Qu3n3EAYNpjkcP1oEHWL_wXGWXdiMIvSZtU4JgXtjZ8kMGMaD8F4fSAc0ZZ-vgI/s320/DSCF4415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280544120010221058" border="0" /></a>December 9th - Another lego session. I was honored with the job of building the train tracks. Coop and Kate had a blast making themselves into human tunnels for the train. I learned that the engine goes forwards and backwards. These kids are so lucky - I NEVER had toys like this when I was little. My sister and I spent most of our childhood dancing on furniture.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZNaaXOQG-rLZEapvpKNVsiE9oLEacIs_0wvrTX2LkJ2Bl6V3kmvAqG3mKgjxE8KqItHsusUNh4YbLV3yq8rA-e1Bz6K9QGfRfON6uT18zTpYbqhkpkuFK_9QOfAnFkR1To4wBmY_L8aum/s1600-h/DSCF4419.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZNaaXOQG-rLZEapvpKNVsiE9oLEacIs_0wvrTX2LkJ2Bl6V3kmvAqG3mKgjxE8KqItHsusUNh4YbLV3yq8rA-e1Bz6K9QGfRfON6uT18zTpYbqhkpkuFK_9QOfAnFkR1To4wBmY_L8aum/s320/DSCF4419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280544116152139074" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">December 10th: Cooper and Katelyn had playgroup and the activity was watching a Christmas movie (The Grinch Who Stole Christmas) and drinking hot chocolate.<br />December 11th: After naps, we had some friends come over and play for a little bit. They took out the train tracks again and had a little fun with that. My children definitely need to invite more kds over for playgroups - they're not the best at sharing their toys, but they're experts at sharing other people's toys when they visit with friends. They spent the rest of the evening with my sister while Jake and I went to an office Christmas party.<br />December 12th: Cooper and Kate spent the morning with their good friends (thank you soo much Rhonda), then came back for naps, then spent most of the evening being cooped up in the condo while Steph and I cut, ironed, and sewed the rest of our stuff for the craft show the next day. Thank goodness we were able to take the kids to play with their friends again for a little while. They were really getting tired of mommy NOT playing with them.<br /></span><br />December 13th - It was Cooper's friend's birthday, so he got to go to a birthday party. Lucky for him he went to another party after that one was over. There was a neighborhood party and the kids got to pet some animals, ride the train around the park, jump and climb on some air filled thing, and eat lots of food and popcorn.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilIQWax2MOR4UV7hHwcZscHyCUCJToG0QJKGrcN7XsCOi-bKAaIt5qvNPnUsvF-WlKlzhwa4KguMGt2KEiD_rumgKRfs17_UgojPj57tNMjb9SFhxubAMGcjq_AutDkTxRwnzSzsTp6BQX/s1600-h/DSCF4428.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilIQWax2MOR4UV7hHwcZscHyCUCJToG0QJKGrcN7XsCOi-bKAaIt5qvNPnUsvF-WlKlzhwa4KguMGt2KEiD_rumgKRfs17_UgojPj57tNMjb9SFhxubAMGcjq_AutDkTxRwnzSzsTp6BQX/s320/DSCF4428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280544109382868594" border="0" /></a><br />More to come tomorrow. I've still got 4 more days to catch up on. Hope the rest of you are enjoying your holiday season. Oh, and if anyone catches typos on my blog, please let me know. I have a pet peave about typos.apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-49767344504734123932008-12-07T09:28:00.000-08:002008-12-07T09:35:16.050-08:00Christmas Day 5<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EHmhs0Y2hVh6PTPaVRiEZX8GmsG9gwf60WWJ1OKd_LnYRB-jkaGr6Ve9IPNvbCkXcWsBNwW_OSX2Q2-idCLuwevKYibH1z56dnsvazvTt5ed6AlN-KpMBgB7l6N2Lf1nZqcwbAKRXQxy/s1600-h/DSCF4379.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EHmhs0Y2hVh6PTPaVRiEZX8GmsG9gwf60WWJ1OKd_LnYRB-jkaGr6Ve9IPNvbCkXcWsBNwW_OSX2Q2-idCLuwevKYibH1z56dnsvazvTt5ed6AlN-KpMBgB7l6N2Lf1nZqcwbAKRXQxy/s200/DSCF4379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277102230977775554" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm-dYuD0mda8cMea9dke_zqugg7wccYhMWE2tLD5erR0AdnLWp_0Y7ISPvvBysKyIXZR_tltqjZHFxmjy4UXyQKt69-qg-7rZQD-9hrwgUISb6ylV0z0-phGGaXvyItL5moadW4hRQhqhT/s1600-h/DSCF4377.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm-dYuD0mda8cMea9dke_zqugg7wccYhMWE2tLD5erR0AdnLWp_0Y7ISPvvBysKyIXZR_tltqjZHFxmjy4UXyQKt69-qg-7rZQD-9hrwgUISb6ylV0z0-phGGaXvyItL5moadW4hRQhqhT/s200/DSCF4377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277102224598033042" border="0" /></a>It was my sister Steph's birthday on Monday and my friend Brit's birthday on Wednesday. A bunch of us got together on Friday and had a little celebration pot-luck for them. The kids were actually playing nicely for a while and happened to all congregate around the piano when I took this picture. Each of us left with some yummy salsa that Rhonda made. It was VERY yummy. Now I need to buy some chips to eat it with. The holidays have always been about food, friends and family. Does we need anything else?apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-34297885194701454392008-12-07T09:01:00.000-08:002008-12-07T09:27:35.008-08:00Christmas Activity Day 4<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVoNcRTmVHImfsmPrXDUfukP3KY2ohB5VhUH7dY60YPDnafOR_eMQGRcAkOQq39dZsQFu-jCm2rcSXAfg7ZfQFS4h0IEgOiHUpzaEyHRODLPAh1dWD981lQWRHUgGsKYAY6VhV9dZrYtq7/s1600-h/DSCF4373.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVoNcRTmVHImfsmPrXDUfukP3KY2ohB5VhUH7dY60YPDnafOR_eMQGRcAkOQq39dZsQFu-jCm2rcSXAfg7ZfQFS4h0IEgOiHUpzaEyHRODLPAh1dWD981lQWRHUgGsKYAY6VhV9dZrYtq7/s320/DSCF4373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277096289347522482" border="0" /></a>Cooper found these popsicle sticks that I bought a couple years ago. He really wanted to build a house with a fence and a backyard and decorate it with candy. I think what he had in mind was making a gingerbread house...similar to this unfinished one that we made at the end of November.<br />Katelyn's was made from some leftover broken pieces of graham crackers. The popsicle house and backyard <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzp2bRfazr8GQsXc96rYWwtIzmXIH4axnB6xgkfRXd4kDO14PkX2rYLzVvCrTV_oEobA1jLosY7ZfG8-iemyHv5OABlgGIF1KwvtoT_ozqBblw8qfsvNv3STAuR9DVXw-BHcCsFBzbO_xB/s1600-h/DSCF4397.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzp2bRfazr8GQsXc96rYWwtIzmXIH4axnB6xgkfRXd4kDO14PkX2rYLzVvCrTV_oEobA1jLosY7ZfG8-iemyHv5OABlgGIF1KwvtoT_ozqBblw8qfsvNv3STAuR9DVXw-BHcCsFBzbO_xB/s200/DSCF4397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277099822139673106" border="0" /></a>didn't get very far. He finished the bottom of the house and one side before he got bored and decided to actually take a nap. Go figure. Anyway, ended up going to a friend's house after naps and the project still remains unfinished.apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-77964421687063439292008-12-07T08:44:00.000-08:002008-12-07T09:00:25.693-08:00Christmas Day 2 and 3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWjDI88ldtBxlBPiFBB1WNKgTeOaHTs4-tv7m3Ssg41roQyrfsIV2ukfbEMe1n3hjMp26LVLMc60VI_E79we7IGUmFhvrNgVXTl7bgcn4pTyqYLvu3Rb5hYvjMSnVfBW3hNENaaqKJ-x66/s1600-h/DSCF4371.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWjDI88ldtBxlBPiFBB1WNKgTeOaHTs4-tv7m3Ssg41roQyrfsIV2ukfbEMe1n3hjMp26LVLMc60VI_E79we7IGUmFhvrNgVXTl7bgcn4pTyqYLvu3Rb5hYvjMSnVfBW3hNENaaqKJ-x66/s320/DSCF4371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277093581651947154" border="0" /></a>I just HAD to take this picture of Kate and Kenzie on Tuesday. Steph and I had them wear matching outfits, all the way down to their matching legwarmers. I'm not sure how many of you wore legwarmers as kids, but I grew up in the 80's, so I definitely wore them. They're back in style now, but I'm just too old to pull it off. If Kate's hair was longer and thicker, I would've put her hair in a side ponytail.<br /><br />Day 2:<br />Cooper and Katelyn wanted to make Christmas cards. Specifically, they wanted to water paint Santa. I ended up printing out a picture of Santa and a picture of a reindeer to fit on a card front. Then I used a pencil to scribble on the back so that I could transfer it to a piece of water color paper. After transferring the kids used my water color pencils to color it in, then used a brush with water to spread the color on the picture. They had so much fun doing this - and of course I forgot to take pictures.<br /><br />Day 3:<br />We went to the Lied Children's Museum. It was our Wednesday playgroup outing. Again, no pictures. Cooper and Katelyn really enjoying playing at the pretend grocery store. It was the first area that we saw when we went in and all the kids had a blast touching all the things that they're never allowed to touch in a real store. They also had a bubble station and water area that they played in. Upstairs there was a wind display where you entered this cylinder shaped room and the wind gets up to about 78 mph. Kate loved it - the other kids were a little scared. I was happy to find that Kate's "Kisses Clippie" didn't slip off her hair at all. When it was time to leave, Cooper kept trying to block my way, saying "I don't want to go, we haven't stayed long enough, don't make me leave!" It was frustrating, but at least it made me feel like the $7 I paid to get us in was worth it.apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-64007227786014308762008-11-30T22:12:00.000-08:002008-11-30T22:39:50.387-08:00Homemade Ornaments Christmas Day 1 (a little early)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxOTHejb7oET_lo3v4LbLtW1NshNdMEahy65xIvUtg77hw-02aC_5bpjDIoqyZMhg-R2hSXCcAH194VfRH7Ui-xgpp7TEa-M4hrxAb_tUBClUBYIUaoJOsy5BBKyGHVBdoNBHyLf5focU/s1600-h/DSCF4290.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxOTHejb7oET_lo3v4LbLtW1NshNdMEahy65xIvUtg77hw-02aC_5bpjDIoqyZMhg-R2hSXCcAH194VfRH7Ui-xgpp7TEa-M4hrxAb_tUBClUBYIUaoJOsy5BBKyGHVBdoNBHyLf5focU/s200/DSCF4290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274703288102130322" border="0" /></a>Here are a few simple supplies that you can use to create some homemade ornaments for you and your kids to decorate:<br /><br />Glitter Glue ($1.99 at Michael's)<br />Chipboard (or you can use the cardboard from cereal boxes)<br />Cuttlebug portable die cut machine (or a punch)<br />Tag Shaped Dies (or metal rimmed tags from an office supply store)<br /><br />Cooper has a miniature Christmas tree from our friend Angie in Elko, NV. She was Jake's co-worker at the Chiropractic office in Elko. One day she was talking to Jake about Christmas and he was telling her how we didn't have a Christmas tree and didn't intend on getting one for a long time. We both figured that as long as we spent Christmas somewhere else, we didn't need one for our house. I'm not a huge decorator...(have you seen my condo?), and I have no clue how to decorate a Christmas tree. That was always my mom's job. She could always make it look amazing. I was planning on buying some banner paper and drawing a huge one for Coop, then letting him draw ornaments on it. Afterall, we already told Cooper that Santa wasn't real anyways. When Angie heard that, she told Jake that we were horrible parents. The very next day she brought in the mini Christmas tree for Cooper. "Thanks Angie!!" So, I decided that since Jake and I don't have any Christmas traditions to call our own - except ruining Christmas for our kids - I was going to start our first official "Decorate Ornaments for the Mini-Tree Day." Seriously, this is one of my best ideas ever and the kids had a blast...even my sister wanted to get in on the fun since it looked so cool. I'll post an after picture of the tree, but I want to strongly encourage you moms to do this with your kids. It's soo fun...and if you need some of these cardboard cut-outs, I'll be willing to help you out with making some. Just bring your cereal boxes to me. This is definitely going on my future Advent Calendar of Christmas Activities. I'm finally getting into the spirit.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_0DiFlEP_y_UbsjSK_w47FqnG1w1y7RSzklkS-Y2Sghx-KaBYggpu0_ygbkX3rL8wgLn9NOafOfRSQ4rSBEhzvVCq-GFJjVPKn-JEUg-Yz2TQQfNjtKMiKq2qjvrmXm2zFrMEErTGsKCJ/s1600-h/DSCF4289.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_0DiFlEP_y_UbsjSK_w47FqnG1w1y7RSzklkS-Y2Sghx-KaBYggpu0_ygbkX3rL8wgLn9NOafOfRSQ4rSBEhzvVCq-GFJjVPKn-JEUg-Yz2TQQfNjtKMiKq2qjvrmXm2zFrMEErTGsKCJ/s320/DSCF4289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274702438117424290" border="0" /></a>Coop, Kate, Kenz, and Steph - taking a minute to pose for my picture<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3_d6IP76U3OFNGSo2SUNi0sAikSMezTeloKSGEgFwJF8QxEhbgJM-6n7a2HShb3wEQV0lUo_keYBu9kCp-B-7nmg_gt66andqyJkD6o3QQGmSy57pnfnpa-bgrmFXKUfAglZDekPpoL2/s1600-h/DSCF4287.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3_d6IP76U3OFNGSo2SUNi0sAikSMezTeloKSGEgFwJF8QxEhbgJM-6n7a2HShb3wEQV0lUo_keYBu9kCp-B-7nmg_gt66andqyJkD6o3QQGmSy57pnfnpa-bgrmFXKUfAglZDekPpoL2/s320/DSCF4287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274702428044569986" border="0" /></a>Kate using markers for hers. She finally caught on to the fact that everyone else was using the glitter pens and I gave in and let her have a go at it.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSY-48kQjUYq1UuTtE0KOyq6FUs4Si_csKH9Wkkorj2HwaaZmHeHsXRKqx_7yUiBZTZgs3bGRnhW7Y96jxLFnFDbXu5PL7uBnzi8YCjnBCERTsYHMK7lg_rc4ZKH9fcjby_OZjwD56js6o/s1600-h/DSCF4286.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSY-48kQjUYq1UuTtE0KOyq6FUs4Si_csKH9Wkkorj2HwaaZmHeHsXRKqx_7yUiBZTZgs3bGRnhW7Y96jxLFnFDbXu5PL7uBnzi8YCjnBCERTsYHMK7lg_rc4ZKH9fcjby_OZjwD56js6o/s320/DSCF4286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274702424016883090" border="0" /></a>Coop decorating his ornaments. He was so cute - he wanted them to all look "beautiful" for his tree. I'm curious to see what he does next year.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82xu8T7yb8NVMvW2vn9a18j3WMeaJp5B2TAv3DkXzH5crlZTKERRZOEbT6xCsGlO0TK73n3oruePrTfMC8VNlTOb3wEN92a7ETcClETelJj3Riu8dpikTRW9cT0zvarQbKUBf7CbV_44C/s1600-h/DSCF4288.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82xu8T7yb8NVMvW2vn9a18j3WMeaJp5B2TAv3DkXzH5crlZTKERRZOEbT6xCsGlO0TK73n3oruePrTfMC8VNlTOb3wEN92a7ETcClETelJj3Riu8dpikTRW9cT0zvarQbKUBf7CbV_44C/s320/DSCF4288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274703053805502274" border="0" /></a>Steph displaying a few of the ornaments that she and I decorated. Yes, I was really into this activity too.<br /><br /></div>apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-45778738882908880462008-11-21T03:07:00.000-08:002008-11-21T03:20:32.617-08:00When we first met...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3aVG07H5gW10mdwR4PIUs_OT1xRQccpQeJS9SW5cnRRzJiUMJy5SvJ7kT4CmU9aEHvMXohPWNUPW_zHczhg2AIlfnnOxh00TKCrT8zXde4C3UeonipwPKhe61GgCoIQ5auZQe86CEj66/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3aVG07H5gW10mdwR4PIUs_OT1xRQccpQeJS9SW5cnRRzJiUMJy5SvJ7kT4CmU9aEHvMXohPWNUPW_zHczhg2AIlfnnOxh00TKCrT8zXde4C3UeonipwPKhe61GgCoIQ5auZQe86CEj66/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271066892320352450" border="0" /></a>my husband looked like this...but he was wearing a black beanie hat and his beard was much bushier. I know that some of the words I'm using are not real, but let's just forget that I'm an English major. This is a blog - and I'm not a professional writer. Doesn't he look like he's from Alaska? I definitely think so. I remember him telling me that he was in Chiropractic school and that he surfed. Would you have taken him seriously? I didn't then, but after a few months he shaved that stuff off his face and I figured that maybe, just maybe, he was serious about life. No really, it was hard for me to take someone seriously who had this much facial hair. I never dated guys with facial hair. Anyway, I just thought about this stage in his life and wanted to post a little about Jake. Oh, and I forgot to mention that shortly after this picture he went on a surfing trip to Costa Rica and got robbed. Yes, everything except his passport and a few other very important items. Everything else was taken. He came back to school and shaved his beard and after a couple months of debate, asked me out for Feb. 21st...exactly a week after Valentine's Day. Needless to say, we don't celebrate Valentine's Day, afterall, he spent that Valentine's eating at a restaurant alone while wondering why he was surrounded by so many sappy couples at dinner. Hmmm, are all single guys like that?apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-47580283552776259382008-11-19T21:43:00.000-08:002008-11-19T21:57:23.578-08:00New Drapes!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5ixYfXnaaE3WtKwHYcRiFLrJiE3v4WP3X0c5so_gVixRYyFXI-VNVna1AZDWuNrlklPn3y98QC1wvHrxJ7Hev7ZTirBCTTYhMe79Br_EKjE8P2wXEIT6LESxaBVsNE51cCxu1GvwNa97/s1600-h/DSCF4284.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5ixYfXnaaE3WtKwHYcRiFLrJiE3v4WP3X0c5so_gVixRYyFXI-VNVna1AZDWuNrlklPn3y98QC1wvHrxJ7Hev7ZTirBCTTYhMe79Br_EKjE8P2wXEIT6LESxaBVsNE51cCxu1GvwNa97/s200/DSCF4284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270612941509209378" border="0" /></a>In my quest to find a style that's me, and to finally decorate my condo, I took my sister to JoAnn's to help me pick out some fabric for my drapes. I was so tired of the old school vertical blinds, (which of course the kids are always playing with), and definitely tired of the neutral blah that has become my home. In my other post I started the addition of color with the crate covers. This is my second addition of color - but I have a little dilemma which is in need of your opinions... (and by your, I mean everyone who stumbles upon this silly blog). I'm not sure that these crate covers match the drapes that I've made. It's actually not a huge deal, but I'm just not sure if I should remake the crate covers with another fabric that coordinates better with the drapes, or if I should keep it as is. I'm looking for completely honest opinions, because I'm not one to take offense to negative feedback...and I'm really trying to make my house fun and funky but still coordinating to some degree. Oh, and i did put another cream colored drape (I think it's thai silk fabric or duponi) behind this panel after I took pictures. So, check out the pictures below and let me know what you think.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWYfJq87utPwPPu_XRo_lOUh4ctaABxeIsVWx_khAhsGj0gksCtK_Zl9R29HsoLuPA9cB6JqSfOX-1gfZkS5xizS1ZgUOMExAdQAQZcn4LKfTI9RBj74on6aP9t2yB1rT772L8S-PxIJJn/s1600-h/DSCF4285.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWYfJq87utPwPPu_XRo_lOUh4ctaABxeIsVWx_khAhsGj0gksCtK_Zl9R29HsoLuPA9cB6JqSfOX-1gfZkS5xizS1ZgUOMExAdQAQZcn4LKfTI9RBj74on6aP9t2yB1rT772L8S-PxIJJn/s400/DSCF4285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270612534710286706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuqiiSx_5z82ScLWGHgI1EuleLwxCojRDAvESKRfZ8hCF2ZQ9dk1kN2YSL3jNkApNjubfYFe5dNeTw54KyZ-wFyEfop0aHlvGtt6gJ9p58cZ5jKe74QRdU7_Z_rM8kPklrsn6w3jf_CcWP/s1600-h/DSCF4283.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuqiiSx_5z82ScLWGHgI1EuleLwxCojRDAvESKRfZ8hCF2ZQ9dk1kN2YSL3jNkApNjubfYFe5dNeTw54KyZ-wFyEfop0aHlvGtt6gJ9p58cZ5jKe74QRdU7_Z_rM8kPklrsn6w3jf_CcWP/s400/DSCF4283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270612529200260514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ_USJEoaj_px-r1lUX8LKPKVnwkEJTbzyMTtnET3zwjMOQoKTDBDTcGWCAjs4l4lnQit45svDJfJ9p6v_6K_7NqHzwmG5ifzVv7dJt4QuTvISZ0nNbWtLiV7zQjbYXoR0-PDxu4paAca-/s1600-h/DSCF4282.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ_USJEoaj_px-r1lUX8LKPKVnwkEJTbzyMTtnET3zwjMOQoKTDBDTcGWCAjs4l4lnQit45svDJfJ9p6v_6K_7NqHzwmG5ifzVv7dJt4QuTvISZ0nNbWtLiV7zQjbYXoR0-PDxu4paAca-/s400/DSCF4282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270612518960211746" border="0" /></a>apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-85788504862770444312008-11-19T21:09:00.000-08:002008-11-19T21:43:10.950-08:00Decorating Cookies...or Frosting Eating Contest???<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtga-kKQolfaDGmnoGfqHAbacj-pF8u4qtVp_sBpeD3g4SoRoAqUq8NEZJNH6YOOqFP0wTV-LEe3jLe7vxZpjWxSSYUbZRRa6KgSM6iu3sxCfbI2liCjTQMs_tKGy5hgWRU5Ph15t2KjjB/s1600-h/DSCF4274.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtga-kKQolfaDGmnoGfqHAbacj-pF8u4qtVp_sBpeD3g4SoRoAqUq8NEZJNH6YOOqFP0wTV-LEe3jLe7vxZpjWxSSYUbZRRa6KgSM6iu3sxCfbI2liCjTQMs_tKGy5hgWRU5Ph15t2KjjB/s200/DSCF4274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270607168690649010" border="0" /></a>The kids have been really busy lately. We've been having one more formal playgroup and one informal playgroup lately, so the kids have had a lot of time hanging out with each other. Last week we did Cookie Decorating and they had so much fun that I promised them we'd do it again. Well, we did. On Monday a bunch of us got together and I made 6 dozen cookies (with a new and amazing recipe from allrecipes.com <a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/The-Best-Rolled-Sugar-Cookies/Detail.aspx">here</a>. They were really good and I added an extra 1/2 C sugar and 1 tsp almond extract to the recipe. We had TONS of frosting and sprinkles from the amazing moms that were there and the kids had a blast. Before we even started one of the kids was trying to "drink" the sprinkles, and my Kate was sticking her finger into every bit of frosting she could reach. It was kind of gross, but kids are kids. All the knives were not only used to spread frosting, but were licked and dropped and all sorts of stuff I really don't want to remember, but it was fun anyway. Here are some of the pictures of the kids who were there. We also invited some other kids who were at the park to come and decorate a few cookies of their own.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYN9sW8VBSsO1H07104ttTbK27DR9u8roPop1EB1OEp7MNsr8mZxIpkyLP2m8SLJQYGPNWGSC-ohtiuYpybkqyhe7ahQCCZ983ArfuL2Pa6A1nuM9qDnQjaWgMSoL3n6oFJDWvW6eXK9OG/s1600-h/DSCF4279.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYN9sW8VBSsO1H07104ttTbK27DR9u8roPop1EB1OEp7MNsr8mZxIpkyLP2m8SLJQYGPNWGSC-ohtiuYpybkqyhe7ahQCCZ983ArfuL2Pa6A1nuM9qDnQjaWgMSoL3n6oFJDWvW6eXK9OG/s320/DSCF4279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270606700686899714" border="0" /></a>Lucas getting into the food fun.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvIhXDxVc_CkxyW4PuWiF44zehsm6a13PixWKAHbYrWeanR8DqOW2MNu8QhGtpJOnLwA5FXAcngbSdxBG5RCYGrJl2ecw-RwVScXr_pVcHaC5HE4BQmYG8No_XsasL-Zz_efC9TGXHDgbx/s1600-h/DSCF4277.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvIhXDxVc_CkxyW4PuWiF44zehsm6a13PixWKAHbYrWeanR8DqOW2MNu8QhGtpJOnLwA5FXAcngbSdxBG5RCYGrJl2ecw-RwVScXr_pVcHaC5HE4BQmYG8No_XsasL-Zz_efC9TGXHDgbx/s320/DSCF4277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270606692053687762" border="0" /></a>Li'l Ed (with some help from mom) cleaning up the frosting on his forearm<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5EA1OT4N7vfbn-MFwDnYUP5c-YhR4sY0heRbl28cMBs8fg_x4RNxP_fp1b643g9qZivxjY-hO8rz8OhrXtcw9eRD0uNkN1S6zDPTcuu3LvYuJOKs5bd0RQV34oTH9byqPxPIbq9xlGkfL/s1600-h/DSCF4276.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5EA1OT4N7vfbn-MFwDnYUP5c-YhR4sY0heRbl28cMBs8fg_x4RNxP_fp1b643g9qZivxjY-hO8rz8OhrXtcw9eRD0uNkN1S6zDPTcuu3LvYuJOKs5bd0RQV34oTH9byqPxPIbq9xlGkfL/s320/DSCF4276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270606687781013378" border="0" /></a>My niece, Kenzie, enjoying her own cookie. (She was sooo cute.)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3fRzvWNhlZgaALE5h9tPbk_TXVwSE_VUZHqqjfj0Ja9owNZ2zshKpAqi3FyXMZ18UBj-z1vLB3nixIBBosi1I52flaEU2wHXCb0FWmR86ZF_DOpJBOqQ15g563fCo0re-yXCcxtMYpAV6/s1600-h/DSCF4272.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3fRzvWNhlZgaALE5h9tPbk_TXVwSE_VUZHqqjfj0Ja9owNZ2zshKpAqi3FyXMZ18UBj-z1vLB3nixIBBosi1I52flaEU2wHXCb0FWmR86ZF_DOpJBOqQ15g563fCo0re-yXCcxtMYpAV6/s320/DSCF4272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270606678560829330" border="0" /></a>Kate was really into the candy corn. She dropped 3 half-frosted cookies before she finally got to eat one.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwskrBccaRG2ejSAW5VXZGFWoJYKFbrfU0s6UO3S6Ayynle7BCK4dKlfysM_TOywltqGeRDcGH5xqPFYr_8tvd_svvBWk-UxavGR6Y8jmfyXNjv52zxVjqulIDFiChyphenhyphenrY-Y748r95XIPQC/s1600-h/DSCF4271.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwskrBccaRG2ejSAW5VXZGFWoJYKFbrfU0s6UO3S6Ayynle7BCK4dKlfysM_TOywltqGeRDcGH5xqPFYr_8tvd_svvBWk-UxavGR6Y8jmfyXNjv52zxVjqulIDFiChyphenhyphenrY-Y748r95XIPQC/s320/DSCF4271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270604689943903378" border="0" /></a>Macey was really cute. She made sure to decorate a cookie for her mom.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdaHBhdyZ6ZLJNrJP7KbnfXXTp0oIIsM755_NO627-hDoWa_GDhwn9gntJuK6idFlV86fRYiF04-PaXgyR7JI_cV9oQ5dqzt7cVUIjxWGxGGqirQLxu_Fddd3fF51-e9vsG_l8R0uY9jj1/s1600-h/DSCF4269.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdaHBhdyZ6ZLJNrJP7KbnfXXTp0oIIsM755_NO627-hDoWa_GDhwn9gntJuK6idFlV86fRYiF04-PaXgyR7JI_cV9oQ5dqzt7cVUIjxWGxGGqirQLxu_Fddd3fF51-e9vsG_l8R0uY9jj1/s320/DSCF4269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270604685717976306" border="0" /></a>I wanted to gag when I saw Cooper's cookie. It looks like a mound of yellow playdoh mustard and red playdoh ketchup. Sick. At least he enjoyed it though.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyno0x7FizPCrgkNT5PfSAPCaw7RXrAQnv_Y2JurwtieEmzZ2gNQ86_HX9UWXR3vO2EI568CWlGdF43JpYE_namyA-e0g5ltanq8Fv9Y9hbGvMXN-MVqEu9hAUe_-lMt34QsXw67x4rpqK/s1600-h/DSCF4267.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyno0x7FizPCrgkNT5PfSAPCaw7RXrAQnv_Y2JurwtieEmzZ2gNQ86_HX9UWXR3vO2EI568CWlGdF43JpYE_namyA-e0g5ltanq8Fv9Y9hbGvMXN-MVqEu9hAUe_-lMt34QsXw67x4rpqK/s320/DSCF4267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270604680926003106" border="0" /></a>Kids busy decorating their cookies.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYbSOqTenuNdx-mx5qP7lY4jG6ZT-XfElb4tkpj0ayTg9zWwhUK3bslJBBVmofMEkOpuxvql8NAgS_THU2WdlO0kVZgrP3eeEfy74Qt3mmrQYYL9IonyeW5m-tJisZDzg7joToe79bKiMG/s1600-h/DSCF4265.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYbSOqTenuNdx-mx5qP7lY4jG6ZT-XfElb4tkpj0ayTg9zWwhUK3bslJBBVmofMEkOpuxvql8NAgS_THU2WdlO0kVZgrP3eeEfy74Qt3mmrQYYL9IonyeW5m-tJisZDzg7joToe79bKiMG/s320/DSCF4265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270604665328691234" border="0" /></a>More kids decorating their cookies.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBRBcb3vHwhA18r1Kpgp6o-nzsZeLsualfyySu9YpyGrt_znCEHeJVQmr0nIPWploSLxsbSRCWlVYyr3Yv_oJLIuUWL95iTsvfalsJqR9b5d3umOViFiaZce6kpANXVP1Rgioy9W7YGTFb/s1600-h/DSCF4264.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBRBcb3vHwhA18r1Kpgp6o-nzsZeLsualfyySu9YpyGrt_znCEHeJVQmr0nIPWploSLxsbSRCWlVYyr3Yv_oJLIuUWL95iTsvfalsJqR9b5d3umOViFiaZce6kpANXVP1Rgioy9W7YGTFb/s320/DSCF4264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270604657815948082" border="0" /></a>Kate and Evan enjoying their cookies.<br /></div>apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-80515244545040153002008-11-16T20:49:00.000-08:002008-11-16T20:55:40.441-08:00Tagged!*Two names I go by: Angie and Relicious (Jake made that up for the times that I do absolutely absurd things)<br />*Two things I am wearing right now: Glasses and PJs<br />*Two things I want in my life right now: To finish decorating my condo and a gift certificate to Papertrey Ink<br />*Two things I did last night: Went to the temple and checked my blogs<br />*Two things I ate today: Homemade fried rice and homemade pizza<br />*Two of my favorite drinks: Water and Sam's Choice Cranberry Black Cherry<br />*My favorite thing to do with my right hand: Maneuver the mouse??<br />*Two favorite positions of the sun: Sunrise and Noon<br />*Two favorite things to do in the fall/autumn: Hike and Camp<br />*My favorite article of clothing: My Li'l Maggie Lucky jeans<br />*My first disappointment: hmmm, not answering that one<br />*Movie line that is always stuck in your head no matter what you do to get it out: "Niner"<br /><br />I tag Diane, Christy, and Julie!apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-85306215713136069492008-11-15T13:15:00.000-08:002008-11-15T13:41:30.600-08:00Teamwork<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZnATRAD1WD-UxJS_dQ4DQz0KH_K_B2jC7u3HJF70aXOvAd6Ghpw-W_uHxRNts1wU4zrp_aXVr3y15H2wSKusryVGUyrkMpDPWx4poZmBd5bp8utDI7G7BknRpA7gtRCyI4w8Nyw_BP5fY/s1600-h/DSCF4248.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZnATRAD1WD-UxJS_dQ4DQz0KH_K_B2jC7u3HJF70aXOvAd6Ghpw-W_uHxRNts1wU4zrp_aXVr3y15H2wSKusryVGUyrkMpDPWx4poZmBd5bp8utDI7G7BknRpA7gtRCyI4w8Nyw_BP5fY/s200/DSCF4248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269001828904076498" border="0" /></a>My Cooper. For whatever reason, Cooper has this thing about sleeping with something. Usually it's his little stuffed dog, but today it had to be the flag. It's not really a big deal to me, but Jake found him lying like this, (he was taking a nap on our bed) and had to take a picture. Anyway, thought I'd share this picture.<br /><br />The real reason for this post is because my cousin sent Katelyn a belated birthday present. Playdoh. What kid does NOT like Playdoh? When I put the gifts on the table, she actually started ripping the paper. I guess I assumed that she wasn't really into gifts and wouldn't really "get it." Well, she proved me wrong. As soon as Cooper saw Kate pull out the first few containers of Playdoh, he went for the scissors to help her open all 28 containers. (I, of course, stopped him after he opened the first 6 containers...no need to have all that dough out all at once.) They had a blast though since one of the packages came with all the playdoh shaping toys. After the huge mess, they reluctantly cleaned up and put everything away. Although it is a lot of fun for the kids, this stuff is really messy and gets EVERYWHERE. 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Who in the world can pass up $2 movie night at a brand new casino and a movie starring Steve Carrell? Definitely NOT me. It was a blast and since Jake and the kids went to an earlier showing of Kung Fu Panda (on the IMAX), we all got to have a little fun for the evening.apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-9873598306124626082008-11-08T13:33:00.000-08:002008-11-08T13:42:34.162-08:00A new do...Britney Shepherd is a friend of mine who works at Regis Salon @ Fashion Show Mall.<br /><br />3200 S. Las Vegas Blvd.<br />Las Vegas, NV 89109<br /><br />I LOVE my haircut! Britney does such a great job, and she's so cute too. Anyway, like I said before, if you're ever in Vegas down by the strip, you really should stop in the salon and get your hair done. It'll be worth it. If you live in Vegas, you should try her. She's really good.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiycn-pXYAHNcJzXPodxZ9fVQwnYnSChDd71N8bIwFMt6BccmDpaEI9JN4WVzJ6hx_31efI1KMYxEk0T8R4J7pWVhx-2rMhpk0-5jtzXnHakvTyRXjG4-9O-DrXCKCHXPcvfAUYpZKo0ATm/s1600-h/DSCF4245.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiycn-pXYAHNcJzXPodxZ9fVQwnYnSChDd71N8bIwFMt6BccmDpaEI9JN4WVzJ6hx_31efI1KMYxEk0T8R4J7pWVhx-2rMhpk0-5jtzXnHakvTyRXjG4-9O-DrXCKCHXPcvfAUYpZKo0ATm/s320/DSCF4245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266403722942131522" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqeKGRhgJtGzFFv55A6R-lR6zmnirTqUtFwvm_8dkkeQJWeza3pCR321Fe4QmqmgUFNArkk6AaiMXYElqRE9yBSnHNHSbtY-_NsSp8wbwwM0qh_xu1xN1XBH6xBFeCYZoHEsiE04o0cqvK/s1600-h/DSCF4239.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqeKGRhgJtGzFFv55A6R-lR6zmnirTqUtFwvm_8dkkeQJWeza3pCR321Fe4QmqmgUFNArkk6AaiMXYElqRE9yBSnHNHSbtY-_NsSp8wbwwM0qh_xu1xN1XBH6xBFeCYZoHEsiE04o0cqvK/s320/DSCF4239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266403709428787474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOgMyuwejc-MeacgICcpp_oPYSpM8TOR9i8IW2-zs-NxEClvCD45XLOtM48TA9sL2-nhPXbA33TbTLx5DxUtzTsMgBCHkjaWrmpL4MCAIoRzHD0bEipOyygHVbrugHhyphenhyphenhkEYrQoLHYmTvo/s1600-h/DSCF4243.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOgMyuwejc-MeacgICcpp_oPYSpM8TOR9i8IW2-zs-NxEClvCD45XLOtM48TA9sL2-nhPXbA33TbTLx5DxUtzTsMgBCHkjaWrmpL4MCAIoRzHD0bEipOyygHVbrugHhyphenhyphenhkEYrQoLHYmTvo/s320/DSCF4243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266403700066833218" border="0" /></a>apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480134271540426760.post-43507959175276489552008-11-08T13:15:00.000-08:002008-11-08T13:28:01.170-08:00Monkey Business...as my dad called it<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd3_cn5qNAf5hRiQfKZ8zy-Ivy6p1XbLZOrJkNKcYC_YkpTLNjk1VG6FWs2EYFdvG4yhKwH2GKA_k8EFBrqswl2wG1WHNhJHgjOKVIYkwcBuK_Heqy9Vu6iHTfQYXbhatBrPa3c9Phkj7m/s1600-h/P1000185.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd3_cn5qNAf5hRiQfKZ8zy-Ivy6p1XbLZOrJkNKcYC_YkpTLNjk1VG6FWs2EYFdvG4yhKwH2GKA_k8EFBrqswl2wG1WHNhJHgjOKVIYkwcBuK_Heqy9Vu6iHTfQYXbhatBrPa3c9Phkj7m/s400/P1000185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266398775961514482" border="0" /></a>This is my dad. He and my mom live in Tianjin, China. They're on a trip right now to Dalian and found this farm boy who has been training these monkeys for quite a while now. Oh, all you animal lovers, don't worry, these monkeys don't get beaten or physically abused. The boy who owns these monkeys is very smart. He wanted to make sure that his monkeys were not afraid of people and that they wouldn't attack people. When they misbehave, he just kills a chicken in front of them and they behave again. Hmmm, well, I guess animal lovers may not like that last part, but the chicken doesn't get wasted. They're sure to eat it, head, feet, wings, and all. Even the gizzards. So anyway, this is just a really cool picture and it reminded me of the panda picture. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHS_fRyuqj70z-Zp0DmbsJMSx5lTl2gDcFwOiz7CiDkC6moknaUI_9xUs7blpqJZpe6yK5DxP8YZHEWnp4YNZ1temKN1X0gQgOigBjiXTFnLzfg602dfs5C7GNEmVGdH9T_xgvObAXEcW/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHS_fRyuqj70z-Zp0DmbsJMSx5lTl2gDcFwOiz7CiDkC6moknaUI_9xUs7blpqJZpe6yK5DxP8YZHEWnp4YNZ1temKN1X0gQgOigBjiXTFnLzfg602dfs5C7GNEmVGdH9T_xgvObAXEcW/s400/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266401118095912770" border="0" /></a>Oh wait, you guys have never seen that one. I'll post it below. Isn't this the cutest picture you've ever seen? This is a real panda, in China. I'm not kidding. My dad actually had his arm wrapped around the panda's shoulder. I'm sure if you're not careful, it can hurt you, but this one seemed to be pretty chill. I don't even remember when this was taken, but it was quite a few years ago. I do wish that I could've been there. That panda just looks so relaxed and cute, of course.apron girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01492341320431389573noreply@blogger.com2