tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14238456928568109752024-03-05T09:03:53.236-06:00The Suburban ZooToddler, Twins, Tabby & Two tired parents...TogetherHilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.comBlogger154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-34199535246630096572010-06-13T19:32:00.004-05:002010-06-13T19:40:47.562-05:00"Her (His) name is Rio and she (he) dances on the sand,,,"<div style="text-align: center;">I love this shirt...on Owen especially, since he is the "petite" one...this shirt is old school...this once fit me, can you believe it?! My parents vacationed abroad when I was a little squirt and brought this back for me...and now, it fits one of my "babies"...When they have outgrown it, I want to keep it and make it into something cute...but not a quilt...ideas?!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxiZpgm8ActimslKaNzvw-8FSGmsyO-KN6gbCwtPMJ_337boKMSluLnSLERQsV8E147ig3YlJCJ1qkPaiyQR6nwfEZzIl_i4e8Jyi6Pgwonjp9YX0fofAxbum-7weJ8ItF5G5W4rFGj8/s1600/IMG_3244.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxiZpgm8ActimslKaNzvw-8FSGmsyO-KN6gbCwtPMJ_337boKMSluLnSLERQsV8E147ig3YlJCJ1qkPaiyQR6nwfEZzIl_i4e8Jyi6Pgwonjp9YX0fofAxbum-7weJ8ItF5G5W4rFGj8/s320/IMG_3244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482421366748697106" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNzv_3ufxGmVz5zFArzFV6GZnNEZjDB1bnnXdT98-8JXPTgbxcAZsaFCVsHbRqpdqlq6s92z-u1CYYuvN_oT7x4khi56V0SJhnkKCqAcpRezOV-RlF55VEugnWGvaRC_JW8Ftn39ttxpI/s1600/IMG_3242.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNzv_3ufxGmVz5zFArzFV6GZnNEZjDB1bnnXdT98-8JXPTgbxcAZsaFCVsHbRqpdqlq6s92z-u1CYYuvN_oT7x4khi56V0SJhnkKCqAcpRezOV-RlF55VEugnWGvaRC_JW8Ftn39ttxpI/s320/IMG_3242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482421358541729810" border="0" /></a>"Oh Rio Rio, dance across the Rio Grande..."<br /></div>Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-31441475627196038372010-06-13T19:27:00.002-05:002010-06-13T19:31:49.125-05:00Awe...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwpNC6ZFjdGkLLbWSj9gPE-a4Y-sJRJ2f3duxu9SaXd-dDvrpFLBQk-4sXDQ3Oz_lWBx0kGxCgF30HQ51pAHmVx9C32kw0P4UqjUb5cFtU4iGhh3pxRyOnERMWMuihomNAyvSbRmPOx0I/s1600/IMG_3250.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwpNC6ZFjdGkLLbWSj9gPE-a4Y-sJRJ2f3duxu9SaXd-dDvrpFLBQk-4sXDQ3Oz_lWBx0kGxCgF30HQ51pAHmVx9C32kw0P4UqjUb5cFtU4iGhh3pxRyOnERMWMuihomNAyvSbRmPOx0I/s320/IMG_3250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482419816794501026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjAv-MrUjYcNrmFzkSW92bOz50hnsquhE2FYxSNv8jBsUWUPTHw8k-LgiVUqiJJtAk7Eo_V9nImoMu7JHG8VzknIzD3jkDC3KVBlVb8vylM9gmNpe6LQFJB6QJ70CHfB_GxHnr4GfKyGs/s1600/IMG_3249.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjAv-MrUjYcNrmFzkSW92bOz50hnsquhE2FYxSNv8jBsUWUPTHw8k-LgiVUqiJJtAk7Eo_V9nImoMu7JHG8VzknIzD3jkDC3KVBlVb8vylM9gmNpe6LQFJB6QJ70CHfB_GxHnr4GfKyGs/s320/IMG_3249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482419807143166530" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPXOzG9mY7lyGTJfv6G0TZk4UFH-OYjyzGTmsjjAAsZLz90MrVDSaGuP6A6i3ImLdTUSp4WE7no24gcRfElq5Hq8HH6EvpBx-flZCFYXsBmdeRpqwaKwv1Pej5mhvlt_l3AtfaIVbX_mw/s1600/IMG_3248.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPXOzG9mY7lyGTJfv6G0TZk4UFH-OYjyzGTmsjjAAsZLz90MrVDSaGuP6A6i3ImLdTUSp4WE7no24gcRfElq5Hq8HH6EvpBx-flZCFYXsBmdeRpqwaKwv1Pej5mhvlt_l3AtfaIVbX_mw/s320/IMG_3248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482419798799368514" border="0" /></a>There is really, truly, completely...fascination in these boys towards everything Daddy does...<br /></div>Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-79975611415358639962010-06-13T18:56:00.005-05:002010-06-13T19:26:12.264-05:00Boys in Bins<div style="text-align: center;">Boys in Bins: A Series<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvJvG4-qpO8ZzQw8n4WIwPzGhff3cHN70lEsdIWju5JCJQDqWk2lz4nYOdWi-cc_sIE0yG_TZTGkcmjp_ga2NhSMuHzRbDMv4BpWFP7GvafjIcL2ArP91RCDdfEe-iOUBp8eYWDuyvRw/s1600/IMG_3216.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvJvG4-qpO8ZzQw8n4WIwPzGhff3cHN70lEsdIWju5JCJQDqWk2lz4nYOdWi-cc_sIE0yG_TZTGkcmjp_ga2NhSMuHzRbDMv4BpWFP7GvafjIcL2ArP91RCDdfEe-iOUBp8eYWDuyvRw/s320/IMG_3216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482411885653145842" border="0" /></a>Dylan's doing something goofy again, sitting <span style="font-style: italic;">in </span>a toy bin...and then you can almost see the question mark pop up above Ethan' & Owen's heads..<span style="font-style: italic;">.</span>who will get <span style="font-style: italic;">this </span>one!<span style="font-style: italic;"></span>?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiCbPnb34uQDDUgyF3AKAAp72DGVL5fa9gxz6gefUW2AWL0qo2U5L1MVjG6maE7uHaoP2M5wL43PdTmxRFCCYzXSxMQj8w0_xgDRV44EvLjXO82IskAqsTm7JtDxeOMRdsqoMD09ztgNI/s1600/IMG_3217.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiCbPnb34uQDDUgyF3AKAAp72DGVL5fa9gxz6gefUW2AWL0qo2U5L1MVjG6maE7uHaoP2M5wL43PdTmxRFCCYzXSxMQj8w0_xgDRV44EvLjXO82IskAqsTm7JtDxeOMRdsqoMD09ztgNI/s320/IMG_3217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482411894175992098" border="0" /></a>Dylan is tight-lipped about his vote...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB3Dy0W7WNO2q1K4-Yzd4XyF1rKW0OhQooBwiFKUYVSGdAXje5-EJ6jINQHuDz_U71alefrlt119BdFOvPJB774PdafTvmsTgBSP5MhZ3ybaDaWLxWFYloF8R-zZflzE7kARyOk_-knMc/s1600/IMG_3221.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB3Dy0W7WNO2q1K4-Yzd4XyF1rKW0OhQooBwiFKUYVSGdAXje5-EJ6jINQHuDz_U71alefrlt119BdFOvPJB774PdafTvmsTgBSP5MhZ3ybaDaWLxWFYloF8R-zZflzE7kARyOk_-knMc/s320/IMG_3221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482411905957517906" border="0" /></a>Alas, we'll have to wait for another day to see who would conquer in a fair duel...Ethan jumps in on his own, and Owen goes off to do some very important tractoring...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXMUWAS4Q3woaqtilMCNPkk3F211Wl2WsAKS-LO4IyjS7UkFjm6a6Q2h-93XL0Nx4kuesM3LFx3vxq5QfQyRH5goa6GmUOLlJWcyas5XXQ9C3I8DQwCEPqBFeYL7_P1Hieu6zD6wxd3G8/s1600/IMG_3233.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXMUWAS4Q3woaqtilMCNPkk3F211Wl2WsAKS-LO4IyjS7UkFjm6a6Q2h-93XL0Nx4kuesM3LFx3vxq5QfQyRH5goa6GmUOLlJWcyas5XXQ9C3I8DQwCEPqBFeYL7_P1Hieu6zD6wxd3G8/s320/IMG_3233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482411909984791218" border="0" /></a>John Deere man...can't blame him...if I had my pick, I'd play with the tractors over $6 IKEA bins too!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ0ITUG7dsU9nTD7x8dGJCguuYoV40iyvQ6ayx2BUlvlAkgbEw7xU-mMs2dhCsb03oVxW7kdwnJSPUP_Pg5le1YUUd-AxFN9cCo2nnyaLIsEeoXpwee4kjAGBxhD21MtZ9kyThyphenhyphenmNNKvI/s1600/IMG_3223.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ0ITUG7dsU9nTD7x8dGJCguuYoV40iyvQ6ayx2BUlvlAkgbEw7xU-mMs2dhCsb03oVxW7kdwnJSPUP_Pg5le1YUUd-AxFN9cCo2nnyaLIsEeoXpwee4kjAGBxhD21MtZ9kyThyphenhyphenmNNKvI/s320/IMG_3223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482414472126725250" border="0" /></a>The victor looks pleased!!!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyvhWGIisjEl2FeeNBfYwvvRRI5Tl7eut5dfrgb5kUMI_QdkOI74Q0FpRsd3jBsyNV2Wncu99spVHuM6O3ZHq8amBcJX2ns9swrO_mRHUMPKuMx-j1b4SfZig81y-7F0rUldlbRoYWGyk/s1600/IMG_3224.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyvhWGIisjEl2FeeNBfYwvvRRI5Tl7eut5dfrgb5kUMI_QdkOI74Q0FpRsd3jBsyNV2Wncu99spVHuM6O3ZHq8amBcJX2ns9swrO_mRHUMPKuMx-j1b4SfZig81y-7F0rUldlbRoYWGyk/s320/IMG_3224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482414476946457922" border="0" /></a>There were a bunch of great pics in the "Dylan bin series", but this encompassed him best...super excited and open-mouthed with a drool-soaked shirt...I love this little guy!<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg01CCE2oY-NNisAAf-qUjnkLUq_vk2TgRmv-eI9tOfcTu7xUMjfPLEPentw3SlF1qgFYotFXGN0S9q9l4kGAB-W_p2vGUXC9Dl1KNpT6keJl3yMbJ8FyrIG4EsPH0DnTxnp9Nb9f7JDOg/s1600/IMG_3235.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg01CCE2oY-NNisAAf-qUjnkLUq_vk2TgRmv-eI9tOfcTu7xUMjfPLEPentw3SlF1qgFYotFXGN0S9q9l4kGAB-W_p2vGUXC9Dl1KNpT6keJl3yMbJ8FyrIG4EsPH0DnTxnp9Nb9f7JDOg/s320/IMG_3235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482411915412865218" border="0" /></a>Dylan would call this picture, "Let's break shit"...or maybe not, because thankfully he doesn't say that word yet. This is a picture of his amusement after he got over the initial shock when the bin cracked open on both ends and made a huge snapping sound. We just threw out a few of the broken bins. Still glad I won the "plastic furniture vs real/expensive furniture" discussion...there is a day for pretty things, and it will be in about 18 years.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4gZ-h7KE7GitbOm-g5aV04PpQERJEEkiz7K7vzdVqzsEA7ZhrdrUvMr_SDSl2VV69Tyou1YNeG606A_tX_PDeZmyFZg733oiHSszgTwPozJ0StyhFWVfVpB0e-LNmxDUv44G0m361E88/s1600/IMG_3238.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4gZ-h7KE7GitbOm-g5aV04PpQERJEEkiz7K7vzdVqzsEA7ZhrdrUvMr_SDSl2VV69Tyou1YNeG606A_tX_PDeZmyFZg733oiHSszgTwPozJ0StyhFWVfVpB0e-LNmxDUv44G0m361E88/s320/IMG_3238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482414465291491282" border="0" /></a><br />If you can't join them, pull them all over the place...or, about an inch from where you started, if you are a little man.<br /></div>Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-2437457065104773172010-06-13T18:28:00.000-05:002010-06-13T18:28:50.829-05:00Misc June<div style="text-align: center;">Miscellaneous pictures from the beginning of June...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Our Harley guys...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ07PbOsBqEkmemikUpmtH9bYX_23yW7K0LRxwn-aw_C_lndS3SaVdNID63gBumYUdL_SEui4qmZg3u-Vty5EwxXzHEf2i2FBVkc0isoxmK_j6XgOfEr9R0RkO1vRNzFnrPdJata55Hm4/s1600/IMG_0031.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ07PbOsBqEkmemikUpmtH9bYX_23yW7K0LRxwn-aw_C_lndS3SaVdNID63gBumYUdL_SEui4qmZg3u-Vty5EwxXzHEf2i2FBVkc0isoxmK_j6XgOfEr9R0RkO1vRNzFnrPdJata55Hm4/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482400856542195282" border="0" /></a>Owen in the only orange jump-suit I hope he'll ever wear...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8VC5sJX5jHG4haT6E_otaiEYHd6UWZY4zlH1ENVwCNOkPr10gwNlNEnODMy-e1aPFHZn9l6DX2jCzrHqSJc6J2mprtjMlPuVS6sHk78cQ7AAnm-_P9wNaHWSQRcMdn9h1LFSfMchmh50/s1600/IMG_0033.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8VC5sJX5jHG4haT6E_otaiEYHd6UWZY4zlH1ENVwCNOkPr10gwNlNEnODMy-e1aPFHZn9l6DX2jCzrHqSJc6J2mprtjMlPuVS6sHk78cQ7AAnm-_P9wNaHWSQRcMdn9h1LFSfMchmh50/s320/IMG_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482400867355208818" border="0" /></a>Gramma appropriately titled this picture "Don't mess with Dylan"...take that! Tough guy.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG7ppp1z2_KJYpWn8fww4b8lQB8bsfoEmC5612DQGmN28bruWhcgggAARH1Ijb1S9bUQU4doYq3v_O9uZjBiigEhZ4gvbdR2XyqToxtmHVKFl9ie-G4m9z6YxGQnet0FUIT6jHlEKYo0Q/s1600/IMG_0035.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG7ppp1z2_KJYpWn8fww4b8lQB8bsfoEmC5612DQGmN28bruWhcgggAARH1Ijb1S9bUQU4doYq3v_O9uZjBiigEhZ4gvbdR2XyqToxtmHVKFl9ie-G4m9z6YxGQnet0FUIT6jHlEKYo0Q/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482400876807640386" border="0" /></a>Diggin' with Linnie at the park...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRxO-B0NhO_KVfubd5pREX1Zkau5gMiqho0HEVIlfiyP5I3qIx12-XoMQOaEo38oOUC_lvzBmC5eevdZ9U7_OSXbF6kZA5oLQhvOen5D84CzGuRNzEu0O3eyTgole0SneTjZuuYZCjKwQ/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRxO-B0NhO_KVfubd5pREX1Zkau5gMiqho0HEVIlfiyP5I3qIx12-XoMQOaEo38oOUC_lvzBmC5eevdZ9U7_OSXbF6kZA5oLQhvOen5D84CzGuRNzEu0O3eyTgole0SneTjZuuYZCjKwQ/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482400884289855170" border="0" /></a>Holy crap...Owen & Ethan almost look like they are the same size in this picture!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMyPeupOGH5aQHMkENoJuIbc0b980rKml1x3i6ys0ftJoq_-zMTEF_U989wzn1VPzeFHoBJ71984ZvG-EatbVfY-kfTr_FUDat85TVhiV5-V6veDMe2qKPBwk9T4DIuadjCwEmG3oPnfg/s1600/IMG_0054.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMyPeupOGH5aQHMkENoJuIbc0b980rKml1x3i6ys0ftJoq_-zMTEF_U989wzn1VPzeFHoBJ71984ZvG-EatbVfY-kfTr_FUDat85TVhiV5-V6veDMe2qKPBwk9T4DIuadjCwEmG3oPnfg/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482401285769780770" border="0" /></a>That's my girl...my niece is pretty as can be, but can still be one of the boys!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUoi9VxFqVT81f8q4cUfT7Ly1IXKeS5emHw6CLjKMMOYuBTb3BoL286MHYbbhfa081DKKmJMLGpQyDWenKshPAvkXdR3zQ3B1KAttcLAMCuitoAHYFZD9hZLj86BnitjAOXvrv93LxK0c/s1600/IMG_0044.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUoi9VxFqVT81f8q4cUfT7Ly1IXKeS5emHw6CLjKMMOYuBTb3BoL286MHYbbhfa081DKKmJMLGpQyDWenKshPAvkXdR3zQ3B1KAttcLAMCuitoAHYFZD9hZLj86BnitjAOXvrv93LxK0c/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482400895665079458" border="0" /></a>Owen's newest thing is walking around in Ethan's big boy shoes...and he does it pretty well!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWzUyt7FxBqHaFlcT-VfqJOe22A85a1OQOuSDnEe69wruMsOONlfE6vH_tjQ7jpDdfV2xGD_t8mugM-uZHtE-lJ5oxrM2TMOUKaSZ-2jMySRFYD0MD4BhxkaYIDCQzKZdSrmjSOPSIAEI/s1600/IMG_0047.JPG"><br /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjeTbsAUsTA82m5cTX7MCtjuxy0vhdyk7ckOjm1Y7nY6S7MwNSakqDFsbEz6S46gig4hVQDdwisJVD2U3bc-h_og-ncRiNNB7T1gah4dxOX3f8WGHD4XAMk2RS8CtqKLk131eu9wudkQs/s1600/IMG_0045.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjeTbsAUsTA82m5cTX7MCtjuxy0vhdyk7ckOjm1Y7nY6S7MwNSakqDFsbEz6S46gig4hVQDdwisJVD2U3bc-h_og-ncRiNNB7T1gah4dxOX3f8WGHD4XAMk2RS8CtqKLk131eu9wudkQs/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482401267358157394" border="0" /></a>Just look at how excited he is!!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWzUyt7FxBqHaFlcT-VfqJOe22A85a1OQOuSDnEe69wruMsOONlfE6vH_tjQ7jpDdfV2xGD_t8mugM-uZHtE-lJ5oxrM2TMOUKaSZ-2jMySRFYD0MD4BhxkaYIDCQzKZdSrmjSOPSIAEI/s1600/IMG_0047.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWzUyt7FxBqHaFlcT-VfqJOe22A85a1OQOuSDnEe69wruMsOONlfE6vH_tjQ7jpDdfV2xGD_t8mugM-uZHtE-lJ5oxrM2TMOUKaSZ-2jMySRFYD0MD4BhxkaYIDCQzKZdSrmjSOPSIAEI/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482401274518560546" border="0" /></a>Ethan trying out Gramma's shoes...Andy could not have been more right when he said the caption for this picture should be, "When did he turn 15?" Is there a "pause" button on this guy?!<br /><br /></div>Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-68079612290193866312010-06-12T10:35:00.003-05:002010-06-12T10:48:25.402-05:00School's out for Summer!In the end of May, Ethan's preschool had an end of the year picnic. Daddy was able to go with Gramma, and they took some pictures...<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgttitImvuIJsM9hvMYisJQUzl-Tm58wvWdYhMQN7jNlQ4fEnjs0t8ekI2xQPvdXGGh8yTmsX3pewa0lMLl_bfxgkn_6KbUIKtVY4IE-u5ifbRAbLdCPOKYeVD_ViAPSO6VwT7Y4BL43dg/s1600/IMG_3196.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgttitImvuIJsM9hvMYisJQUzl-Tm58wvWdYhMQN7jNlQ4fEnjs0t8ekI2xQPvdXGGh8yTmsX3pewa0lMLl_bfxgkn_6KbUIKtVY4IE-u5ifbRAbLdCPOKYeVD_ViAPSO6VwT7Y4BL43dg/s320/IMG_3196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481912238885427154" border="0" /></a>I can't believe Ethan is already done with his first year of school. I have a feeling I'll say something similar to this at the end of every school year! Wasn't his first day like yesterday?!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2MfU_kz2ktIszmn5EENiKKw1XIy34PMxuyxESCPBbSegwC6zrb_fDOm64wutjWv_kU9zN9T0CHgVb7CIU9ku2mygbrY4I4-Le0KAIJTL7fbAQvBk3S5TEcZFbMiLoQeGFixjaKaxpEn8/s1600/IMG_1742+copy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2MfU_kz2ktIszmn5EENiKKw1XIy34PMxuyxESCPBbSegwC6zrb_fDOm64wutjWv_kU9zN9T0CHgVb7CIU9ku2mygbrY4I4-Le0KAIJTL7fbAQvBk3S5TEcZFbMiLoQeGFixjaKaxpEn8/s320/IMG_1742+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481913380330331426" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCdM56pOHCwrbOtSln10EvOr6s1_jZzzjmLJ5Rs5H07oYobb30Ll3qxBgDhFpGs0kuImr0P6jHAGDxlHVzF7snkcu5SdntVlrIFmYi6GcpKOizcvgbdYL6IpwW6yg_joMReqo69OQ-npY/s1600/IMG_3209.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCdM56pOHCwrbOtSln10EvOr6s1_jZzzjmLJ5Rs5H07oYobb30Ll3qxBgDhFpGs0kuImr0P6jHAGDxlHVzF7snkcu5SdntVlrIFmYi6GcpKOizcvgbdYL6IpwW6yg_joMReqo69OQ-npY/s320/IMG_3209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481912644366357314" border="0" /></a>And Owen and Dylan are such big boys too...playing at the Park with all the kids!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit75mkdqj-q5Klh7u5pfeT1RFyfg32ICKYmDPla01K6aoWutf5gzmR55KoUFifXRuI_hvvkWXba_46KS5sYcZvwgHYEa0ya-GFN9ZQJR7mM9EVbCFPaJAAmigAl12D_N32cVVYnULHFAs/s1600/IMG_3207.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit75mkdqj-q5Klh7u5pfeT1RFyfg32ICKYmDPla01K6aoWutf5gzmR55KoUFifXRuI_hvvkWXba_46KS5sYcZvwgHYEa0ya-GFN9ZQJR7mM9EVbCFPaJAAmigAl12D_N32cVVYnULHFAs/s320/IMG_3207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481912267975341010" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8yHDcQFpE7k4vGhawlV_Dc4f3crlB2SM8cLcrPdUQrrIE_OiKWiOX2f1MNYeeP5fKACtfRgK9gsSWXyqwpGarMN3YV60ooknVsuO2WV1PthjqIs7wEIOymqtMPmHtSI67IUSH_WpJMYs/s1600/IMG_3204.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8yHDcQFpE7k4vGhawlV_Dc4f3crlB2SM8cLcrPdUQrrIE_OiKWiOX2f1MNYeeP5fKACtfRgK9gsSWXyqwpGarMN3YV60ooknVsuO2WV1PthjqIs7wEIOymqtMPmHtSI67IUSH_WpJMYs/s320/IMG_3204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481912260364839650" border="0" /></a>Owen & D love their hats. Even when we are inside, they will take them off the coat hooks by the front door and bring them over to us so we can put them on for them. My favorite combo is when they are wearing their hats in the morning with their pajamas still on...super cute!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-E1Ss1KpubYOyKkPiVWzaQZyEH8NcjwgFXfkKNHeLyUMrWJRFBsdostTsoLSqpIyBFRgLqRYZ13FHLTs4508HN_3hCoXXSZfpZFf3D7yHQGpe6ByP_N_HtxV7bLtIQ3JgRiswU-k7Khw/s1600/IMG_3201.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-E1Ss1KpubYOyKkPiVWzaQZyEH8NcjwgFXfkKNHeLyUMrWJRFBsdostTsoLSqpIyBFRgLqRYZ13FHLTs4508HN_3hCoXXSZfpZFf3D7yHQGpe6ByP_N_HtxV7bLtIQ3JgRiswU-k7Khw/s320/IMG_3201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481912250423218898" border="0" /></a>D is such a boy! He looks like a little man here...marching around in his long shorts!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgttitImvuIJsM9hvMYisJQUzl-Tm58wvWdYhMQN7jNlQ4fEnjs0t8ekI2xQPvdXGGh8yTmsX3pewa0lMLl_bfxgkn_6KbUIKtVY4IE-u5ifbRAbLdCPOKYeVD_ViAPSO6VwT7Y4BL43dg/s1600/IMG_3196.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsrBd3TmoT4Mo_hWeXdvhv1gWEGN7wyi5mjpTkBzdhkMmQHgHnmHurYA9YT-Y_sWJ4YSPx9aDWkTSOUN2bHzvxA-D6zir5ryFI1EYxW-C6-Sy65HnMBeaoTcxUko6dePTQ0mU8GxUyxQ4/s1600/IMG_3215.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsrBd3TmoT4Mo_hWeXdvhv1gWEGN7wyi5mjpTkBzdhkMmQHgHnmHurYA9YT-Y_sWJ4YSPx9aDWkTSOUN2bHzvxA-D6zir5ryFI1EYxW-C6-Sy65HnMBeaoTcxUko6dePTQ0mU8GxUyxQ4/s320/IMG_3215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481912658954624130" border="0" /></a>Break time!<br /></div>Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-83929055126150959502010-06-03T19:57:00.003-05:002010-06-03T20:12:19.127-05:00Preschool Spring Concert - May 25<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbVrtk8vh3zDnxZ7R0LeuOIV5KYfob6bbwDyOAK-bmKG-jbu8tVZLLiRXdUr2xHMzYpp_ZG7vPSuEF0lRmkevVjIrQvDKVfo0NKK96VoxwtXm3M4eTWdWoROX-Dx-Xgo8_yn4gr5mulsg/s1600/IMG_3175.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbVrtk8vh3zDnxZ7R0LeuOIV5KYfob6bbwDyOAK-bmKG-jbu8tVZLLiRXdUr2xHMzYpp_ZG7vPSuEF0lRmkevVjIrQvDKVfo0NKK96VoxwtXm3M4eTWdWoROX-Dx-Xgo8_yn4gr5mulsg/s320/IMG_3175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478717176118607682" border="0" /></a>"Ethan, get your hands out of your mouth!" we said...Ethan is always a little nervous at first...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioHW1cDBUfmyKfXPlUrhuuIXSGO1iPjhZhPFUVTlg0RZ-4BB9ctlKF8N7ofVcQlNFQ5-FAbz-M7GIOggZaw2xMgkeq_8ulvldKeI3AtaxZkaBG6YXiGl657TGfQUMuPia10xrwCM-reZ0/s1600/IMG_3179.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioHW1cDBUfmyKfXPlUrhuuIXSGO1iPjhZhPFUVTlg0RZ-4BB9ctlKF8N7ofVcQlNFQ5-FAbz-M7GIOggZaw2xMgkeq_8ulvldKeI3AtaxZkaBG6YXiGl657TGfQUMuPia10xrwCM-reZ0/s320/IMG_3179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478717168627375250" border="0" /></a>But he was sitting next to his little buddy, Keller, (and his crush, Madison) and was having a great time before too long. Maybe <span style="font-style: italic;">too </span>good of a time...before the end of the concert, Ethan was plucked from his spot by a teacher's assistant, and placed in the top bleacher row, away from his buddy. They must have no sense of humor! Ethan participated throughout the concert...a total 180 from the Christmas Concert when he sat still and silent. At this concert, he sang (I could hear him from our seats!) and did the hand motions to the songs. He looked like he was having a blast! I laughed and smiled the whole time. What a sweetheart!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ1s051NxwOeM_hkKRartPHHuJ7mDrIJ_2D_fqaYHPe0yFNbSE1O-DOQ3WOb3BmHwt0jWmjrGBbGFfdKt9O5Pj2oqugMfE31W832hZzXjWmsBRLNL4Tf7JLpajsv-jwcvsj8fwpXLUnoA/s1600/IMG_3183.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ1s051NxwOeM_hkKRartPHHuJ7mDrIJ_2D_fqaYHPe0yFNbSE1O-DOQ3WOb3BmHwt0jWmjrGBbGFfdKt9O5Pj2oqugMfE31W832hZzXjWmsBRLNL4Tf7JLpajsv-jwcvsj8fwpXLUnoA/s320/IMG_3183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478717159304293330" border="0" /></a>Parents came up to the stage to collect their kids...Mommy was a little teary in this picture, which is why my eyes look so weird. Yes, I am a total sap, and no, I'm not embarrassed about it!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieuW2prwqbl2nQoPVzV_V7n2wI78MzhlYWV4V7t80Clu4zq9VltXZI2wlMqap6OZN6bRAjfSPT9ZqVRCohEas4xmJVVLLJwysRMThsAv3fnjU91491G5S_dg_mtosTPflN4yRzrUR4vN8/s1600/IMG_3184.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieuW2prwqbl2nQoPVzV_V7n2wI78MzhlYWV4V7t80Clu4zq9VltXZI2wlMqap6OZN6bRAjfSPT9ZqVRCohEas4xmJVVLLJwysRMThsAv3fnjU91491G5S_dg_mtosTPflN4yRzrUR4vN8/s320/IMG_3184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478717152318781650" border="0" /></a><br />Pictures with Mommy and Gramma Leslie after the concert. <br /><br />Then Mommy & Daddy took Ethan to the store so he could pick out a special cupcake (Red Velvet, that's my boy!) to celebrate!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBmjoocg7bnh4RKOSUO3uIU0M84-x-RoCCtAr2GzVXP-XVv3ppv7IO2in0u3VGjl7EqXHhsRbO14UmrH9R581chdw4MmaX4uLRRULSOU9e9qUYX12vC11ZCjCi_25lHASmXR87ExcA6jE/s1600/IMG_3188.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBmjoocg7bnh4RKOSUO3uIU0M84-x-RoCCtAr2GzVXP-XVv3ppv7IO2in0u3VGjl7EqXHhsRbO14UmrH9R581chdw4MmaX4uLRRULSOU9e9qUYX12vC11ZCjCi_25lHASmXR87ExcA6jE/s320/IMG_3188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478717143750217906" border="0" /></a>Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-1569048573513851082010-06-03T19:33:00.002-05:002010-06-03T19:47:03.663-05:00Get in my belly!We let the kiddos run around in their "undergarments" before pajama time... I know they aren't really babies anymore...toddlers after 12-months or whatever "they" say, but they still smell like babies, and they are still pinchable like babies too...tell me you could refrain from pinching these cheeks, thighs and bellies!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFvMS7EC_Xw2gGDlFT36OC76d9uxaQuYGERo5M8vwzph4VTsPnbs-HirQ8Dj7_d9DqV9uX0ifr5hZp3hpgKRpE4DnqHyBdalof7YqcNLP8bSWhh4iPSG5t_cWKZaQyF3BbqEVEDdgZRyA/s1600/IMG_3026.JPG"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDOLy12qvS9UAYgnVweu4TYwn00AcKMyboOJzhVimldlrBHzImGJhyCQlPHH12FzQC0Yb9926pdaNDceFcsmFMshrOQn4SHlwbRwlLdd20sfDsnCdnKrRFkhpa2_OyEZTeutMO9y1QxiY/s1600/IMG_3023.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDOLy12qvS9UAYgnVweu4TYwn00AcKMyboOJzhVimldlrBHzImGJhyCQlPHH12FzQC0Yb9926pdaNDceFcsmFMshrOQn4SHlwbRwlLdd20sfDsnCdnKrRFkhpa2_OyEZTeutMO9y1QxiY/s320/IMG_3023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478711620661991442" border="0" /></a>There are just no words to sum up the cuteness of Owen....<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFvMS7EC_Xw2gGDlFT36OC76d9uxaQuYGERo5M8vwzph4VTsPnbs-HirQ8Dj7_d9DqV9uX0ifr5hZp3hpgKRpE4DnqHyBdalof7YqcNLP8bSWhh4iPSG5t_cWKZaQyF3BbqEVEDdgZRyA/s1600/IMG_3026.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFvMS7EC_Xw2gGDlFT36OC76d9uxaQuYGERo5M8vwzph4VTsPnbs-HirQ8Dj7_d9DqV9uX0ifr5hZp3hpgKRpE4DnqHyBdalof7YqcNLP8bSWhh4iPSG5t_cWKZaQyF3BbqEVEDdgZRyA/s320/IMG_3026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478711632123886482" border="0" /></a>My curly-red D heading for the door...gotta keep an eye on this one!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgld-xG8QEOYqfD5xpx79h-FsyxbPNkBtDF1xXic6n2vs3YKl95Poped5NfcL3J9D63TTEouOr87M1APlsFA1QbyPsEusoSrj_6sRhdI_xyCA60ZQaqwYC6vLw5jR6ZsadCWFNSUeF-CuA/s1600/IMG_3032.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgld-xG8QEOYqfD5xpx79h-FsyxbPNkBtDF1xXic6n2vs3YKl95Poped5NfcL3J9D63TTEouOr87M1APlsFA1QbyPsEusoSrj_6sRhdI_xyCA60ZQaqwYC6vLw5jR6ZsadCWFNSUeF-CuA/s320/IMG_3032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478711635144713090" border="0" /></a>Dylan's like, "Enough of you and your camera, MOM, I'm bustin' out of here!"<br /></div>Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-14705944750416619642010-06-03T19:12:00.002-05:002010-06-03T19:27:05.975-05:00New shirts!When we were in Kentucky for the Derby, Gramma Nana sent us home with these great shirts for Dylan and Owen. Kinda like those plywood boards where you stick your head in and suddenly look like a body-builder or a Disney character. In this case, put on a t-shirt to become a jockey or a baseball player...<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFAqgDtlTmD3pPua8tVqfjjnn2Wj3x0m2O9nmpn_ZAQQ5OfM6s_J_vF8H6H4kuVDXcKUzU8YrES3TD0AjChYmJrQIjiwSx8EwvU2DfpXnLduuVdnhJKxh3FOCGDwwcPbzPscxnJZz47jw/s1600/IMG_3038.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFAqgDtlTmD3pPua8tVqfjjnn2Wj3x0m2O9nmpn_ZAQQ5OfM6s_J_vF8H6H4kuVDXcKUzU8YrES3TD0AjChYmJrQIjiwSx8EwvU2DfpXnLduuVdnhJKxh3FOCGDwwcPbzPscxnJZz47jw/s320/IMG_3038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478706609367394994" border="0" /></a>I love how Owen tries to look crabby when he is really the sweetest little thing on Earth. It looks like he's pulling on his t-shirt, but it's really his "softy"...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbG_o33rgw0RIj4-FovCJWOuHVg97Op0hyphenhyphenTeGZYFtFBxoKWMxiglphOyp7dSL0dhEyhD1IWVLnX0yeCELH7c_flRUSqQrQA63O71jR_-odmo0R-QZulGgudekOnyCN1ih8aFfhT4eBW7g/s1600/IMG_3043.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbG_o33rgw0RIj4-FovCJWOuHVg97Op0hyphenhyphenTeGZYFtFBxoKWMxiglphOyp7dSL0dhEyhD1IWVLnX0yeCELH7c_flRUSqQrQA63O71jR_-odmo0R-QZulGgudekOnyCN1ih8aFfhT4eBW7g/s320/IMG_3043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478706629943891170" border="0" /></a>See, sweetest thing...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifpa42UFfZPNfHxWhOnitOi730zZkFwsfqRP0yE4Eh1EHu54hPGDxoDlQV-ecTuPxE45lO2YmMvMLWnRK4SjIbqHvR6bKzZcROiBtuc_es7s2j-VLImRoZnGlqS-kRCTAh1GlYXt8eC3k/s1600/IMG_3036.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifpa42UFfZPNfHxWhOnitOi730zZkFwsfqRP0yE4Eh1EHu54hPGDxoDlQV-ecTuPxE45lO2YmMvMLWnRK4SjIbqHvR6bKzZcROiBtuc_es7s2j-VLImRoZnGlqS-kRCTAh1GlYXt8eC3k/s320/IMG_3036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478706599966225954" border="0" /></a>Dylan has his hold on Ethan's "cremote" for the TV. As usual, he is accessorizing with drool...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDxf-WGQuRL8kb6OuFAKiDYDZfErgSfzZGGT1RHg_gsZAfPhHM7TQcuV7fSaFcUTFtpB4DKnn-A2pp9N9P2J_c_dI_UwzCfg-mWqLwPCL0sM9ptKkhdJh-GEIi8Xcsmg1nPchbl0AKL2M/s1600/IMG_3042.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDxf-WGQuRL8kb6OuFAKiDYDZfErgSfzZGGT1RHg_gsZAfPhHM7TQcuV7fSaFcUTFtpB4DKnn-A2pp9N9P2J_c_dI_UwzCfg-mWqLwPCL0sM9ptKkhdJh-GEIi8Xcsmg1nPchbl0AKL2M/s320/IMG_3042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478706626828849298" border="0" /></a>The drool is still hanging on...could this little guy BE any happier?!<br /></div>Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-15110032776854255412010-05-15T18:52:00.009-05:002010-05-15T19:25:12.942-05:00Derby: pre-DerbyWe probably would have taken this many pictures anyway, but especially since it was raining and we knew that all of our beautification efforts would soon be spoiled, we posed Prom-style in just about every permutation possible.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVaMkWWgCa1DJ5Mjk2IB8Ww2Va8nNL12cowXY_VfoTg_lFGkdjSCvU1nb9tnGt02AJbUSoWsxMbaP5Oq8wLoZShIc75roKRg6hAativ8MRP58X8u5S8KItL3T3mS05r6BgNrj_-Fm7rNo/s1600/DSCF0196.JPG"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYB7t1bu5IryUgZwUzfSCpvQYAtrcyiD5VD3AjDK1OW3f4_JilyvC3UiIc1lPS7GCvqAWsdZrkOHTd2avo0U91QQ6PptYV5SEUqdOQB-bMrontPjAbLP153tkO6HPgXyk4yXn8SxFZRRM/s1600/DSCF0193.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYB7t1bu5IryUgZwUzfSCpvQYAtrcyiD5VD3AjDK1OW3f4_JilyvC3UiIc1lPS7GCvqAWsdZrkOHTd2avo0U91QQ6PptYV5SEUqdOQB-bMrontPjAbLP153tkO6HPgXyk4yXn8SxFZRRM/s320/DSCF0193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471650113357071602" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLK7AkZNDnP379VN3OGfrDiPBHEq704fU_-FUFYr7BCpDc5s0m-4AiF1ansUioOPUmRa_5ahLU0FhPPpqGc5GgmWCwBr4QH5tFV9xUT_Hz0DKd57UXl_jrWHjGFnDw-QCSdw-1GUjgsRU/s1600/DSCF0202.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLK7AkZNDnP379VN3OGfrDiPBHEq704fU_-FUFYr7BCpDc5s0m-4AiF1ansUioOPUmRa_5ahLU0FhPPpqGc5GgmWCwBr4QH5tFV9xUT_Hz0DKd57UXl_jrWHjGFnDw-QCSdw-1GUjgsRU/s320/DSCF0202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471650132947902690" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7teRaKpDztW_di5ZaFy-wq-nwwSa6tDNAumxoaSrZzHsCH8JW_nCO-RkhoIy9ILruvb8HYXanJVgvW75JKP8enoycsVJwwfVxybH8gh94WR5EECOjhbh7w0JM2cT-8q7JgL99u10qTMc/s1600/DSCF0198.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7teRaKpDztW_di5ZaFy-wq-nwwSa6tDNAumxoaSrZzHsCH8JW_nCO-RkhoIy9ILruvb8HYXanJVgvW75JKP8enoycsVJwwfVxybH8gh94WR5EECOjhbh7w0JM2cT-8q7JgL99u10qTMc/s320/DSCF0198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471650123143480242" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVaMkWWgCa1DJ5Mjk2IB8Ww2Va8nNL12cowXY_VfoTg_lFGkdjSCvU1nb9tnGt02AJbUSoWsxMbaP5Oq8wLoZShIc75roKRg6hAativ8MRP58X8u5S8KItL3T3mS05r6BgNrj_-Fm7rNo/s1600/DSCF0196.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVaMkWWgCa1DJ5Mjk2IB8Ww2Va8nNL12cowXY_VfoTg_lFGkdjSCvU1nb9tnGt02AJbUSoWsxMbaP5Oq8wLoZShIc75roKRg6hAativ8MRP58X8u5S8KItL3T3mS05r6BgNrj_-Fm7rNo/s320/DSCF0196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471650121890006322" border="0" /></a>The challenge for every Derby-goer....how to sneak the booze into Churchill. This year, because of the rain, an obvious solution presented itself...the poncho. The irony of Andy's pat-down at the security gate still makes me laugh. He opens his jacket, gets patted down...all the while, his booze is wrapped up in the poncho that he has folded up...in his hand! Success!<br /><br /></div>Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-79810655034435378382010-05-15T18:30:00.007-05:002010-05-15T18:50:23.661-05:00Derby: Day 1We went to the Derby this year! First time for me...third time for Andy...although this time he classed it up with box seats (thanks Mom and Dad!)...although, that is just to say that we had tickets with designated seats and dressed up in hats and coordinating outfits galore...but we probably still acted like we were in the infield...I mean, Andy still snuck in some booze, and I changed into my flip-flops and swigged out of the 5th of Jag...so, you know...we're just not all that classy. Period. My Mom scored 6 box seats on the first turn...right around where we sat in 2006 when we went to the Kentucky Oaks. Ethan was there in 2006 too...in my belly. This year, Andy and I flew in on Friday, as did my sister and her husband. It was a fast and furious weekend, filled with lots of rain, lots of good food and drink, and great company.<br /><br />Mom picked us up from the airport and we had a nice lunch before heading back to the loft. My Dad got home from work and we all hung out on the balcony listening to and watching the goings-ons of 4th Street on Derby weekend. I just had to take pictures of the guys who stopped on a downtown street, right in front of my parents' loft, to sell food!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPfBLRrStVBiBmorZHpBiwlyVU9HTVDSIprkOjMkYwAb6LKX1mwmA1-9Xdzvtbl-9OnSWPTZPh0qhwGzWv0bp23nHFcY2kYSRzCw61zrZm4Z6y-CAXmR9wftS-62VHTEvwjCwHfSzi4tg/s1600/DSCF0182.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPfBLRrStVBiBmorZHpBiwlyVU9HTVDSIprkOjMkYwAb6LKX1mwmA1-9Xdzvtbl-9OnSWPTZPh0qhwGzWv0bp23nHFcY2kYSRzCw61zrZm4Z6y-CAXmR9wftS-62VHTEvwjCwHfSzi4tg/s320/DSCF0182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471646790826673682" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrQdtEPdVun9CHCwEnb_XMThI3L6AaFCw1OQ7x7smcFJ8whkT16NyEYERoaw_USj_XTkPLwnJxgtzef4P0_abSJjCSHJzsXGPRPox9rZ1O9XVMu328353MCmaQ0xjyIOfPVaTTXxG-2FY/s1600/DSCF0187.JPG"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinHNNQOfjhyphenhyphentvHs3zaqCKKK_iY-E2sqQr6LgQcV5tM5s-j_Fm01Z7PWfpqwX4jlm9M0Q4i67WvnzYOYjR3_WypFJChdzL8glNu82l5GeKZmUxqYH8ju_x6ovi7xsHa83mE0suTb82FjOQ/s320/DSCF0185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471646805568080418" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB2PUBNYU_jhZnVh7kQXplxnQL-soyFdR_9qDpRnuzzYgbcTbsR6DA-K_0-akv7vVn5ZISFK3Lkgf5Z2NjbqlYFXlnMIR59Ba6G2GLYzEe7T6wlx3-G-TRHSCDFX3O7Z52IlHjSvr1u8U/s1600/DSCF0183.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB2PUBNYU_jhZnVh7kQXplxnQL-soyFdR_9qDpRnuzzYgbcTbsR6DA-K_0-akv7vVn5ZISFK3Lkgf5Z2NjbqlYFXlnMIR59Ba6G2GLYzEe7T6wlx3-G-TRHSCDFX3O7Z52IlHjSvr1u8U/s320/DSCF0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471646801078479266" border="0" /></a>That nigh, we went to <a href="http://www.zsfusion.com/">Z's Fusion</a>, a great restaurant down 4th Street from my parents' loft. <a href="http://www.usmagazine.com/celebritynews/news/vip-scene-nick-and-vanessa-2010">Nick Lachey and Vanessa Minnillo</a> were there...so it's kind of like the place to be.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYBB3LZVpXROac1fa5SPvQwEGKpFoZhcEdLtwknR5jDKsDdN6E_cTiXF6hnkj3nCl2yXOwnvK4a3Pndj6GWa3J33TZFFwhs3ejPB6q6efm8KJp7AzgllbfJqf0R4iXI4iDkb-hKW8snNs/s1600/DSCF0190.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYBB3LZVpXROac1fa5SPvQwEGKpFoZhcEdLtwknR5jDKsDdN6E_cTiXF6hnkj3nCl2yXOwnvK4a3Pndj6GWa3J33TZFFwhs3ejPB6q6efm8KJp7AzgllbfJqf0R4iXI4iDkb-hKW8snNs/s320/DSCF0190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471647855572382978" border="0" /></a>Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-3645549312363636752010-05-15T12:58:00.005-05:002010-05-15T13:09:19.875-05:00My boysDid I post these already?!...so hard to get a picture of all my beautiful boys looking at me and giving me genuine smiles at the same time...I'll take what I can get. Either way, I still think they are all beautiful...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj3Fi03mTfOnVSRTXUmvQ1ELDTDRYCBncMk7lHU3gYiM0OqIVYbOanklPQO5tpxlp1aSGzpoDYbhZQl9P9Bs2KNpLm3zYRPHtguM8wyKzp_YvAnGLo9R40Q0gtHF5jbN0B8JnsR3aKwnI/s1600/IMG_2996.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj3Fi03mTfOnVSRTXUmvQ1ELDTDRYCBncMk7lHU3gYiM0OqIVYbOanklPQO5tpxlp1aSGzpoDYbhZQl9P9Bs2KNpLm3zYRPHtguM8wyKzp_YvAnGLo9R40Q0gtHF5jbN0B8JnsR3aKwnI/s320/IMG_2996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471560064812131458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbt7XEkamF__7sVVXh5I2EtXhDVRg5lkxtkIHOEkhInM5QWthVhxqTSY9Y1H7kvFOBAUV77qXTO9YtjW-pgGlsX2_KVCIGjms2-yJ2rdaybchuscAixb7scLlqslOdWokXkySY4UXPmE8/s1600/IMG_2995.JPG"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi85fHaNU1aU6P4jpE0z3jRHCQKRsZ7uCnEfHi6JWP8bXTb9xmDo7iO4peRzJ1-jBwHi3JEEWo2Paiob7UtX2OtKcBN5lQK5h5rYKHu0R5rZv2d283-wrxOeAYB1ZKwPQpcR8-owM-hYxU/s320/IMG_2993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471560045875552898" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0e0RCWUip4aFFOoZwx42lwLm0IWjdqs6nWkt1nIsS7yQjvsb4-k3sjT5GH-PW00zNUbgKjAkqIpmyHv5RRi6Xq0DYTSty4uwjrf7jbuncGXMNsfZGlN6Mb70IRgJDPXxDd6a9BqtSoVM/s1600/IMG_2992.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0e0RCWUip4aFFOoZwx42lwLm0IWjdqs6nWkt1nIsS7yQjvsb4-k3sjT5GH-PW00zNUbgKjAkqIpmyHv5RRi6Xq0DYTSty4uwjrf7jbuncGXMNsfZGlN6Mb70IRgJDPXxDd6a9BqtSoVM/s320/IMG_2992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471560036301073586" border="0" /></a>I love Ethan's smile in this last one, and Owen looks like he is trying TOO hard...<br /></div>Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-23376642559821609752010-05-15T12:42:00.004-05:002010-05-15T12:57:27.029-05:00It's meeeee.....Yeah, it's been awhile..."been busy" is the understatement of the Year.<br /><br />I'll be posting a few updates to get everyone caught up...likely, they will come as a series of photos, with captions...because as I type right now, I have 3 kids hanging off of me, one yelling "Mommy, Mom-meeeee, Hey, Mommy, Hey, Mom-meeeee!", one trying to ascend my leg, and one obsessed with sticking his finger in my belly button...you know, everyday stuff...just not a lot of time for text.<br /><br />So, let's start back in April...when I put my kids in the laundry baskets...because it's funny...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigsfI2ArJcMQ4AIjBeyY3AvUvffBRWAMDRrgbYevObI33abnKf4XPDDc4-jNN7nlDJu3qYgOAiC-DH-FGNgBodiCFtfZgtPLh_9-dUi8uJ5XlbWXvpNsf-fFad8co3s5c7lamTYkcIBw0/s1600/DSCF0162.JPG"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQDHeDleK-f4vTZRmjSFUxemTl5G38AxUKfPh3nu8awRhLiC18abfSmnRFj3rxtnlR9RIICGomZ8Luz3ROMb5RQ7vKt5bcL2Oh2yrl6Or_8ZaF6xpx_RVpYAq3EMS75Z3XN5kN5TPBUOw/s320/IMG_2969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471556476586762738" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmrvd2m5NLtkie2FFMPJvdtAYeMVjUX2t_sacFDcAy-llmU3oMPBk_bZRdu8HsbNw8o5jEEGq1MiDxt-eUkH97Y3lWdnAJbLKJVnedKZD7wV9vKy4YTbOkR4S2FdFH-R9qoj3gm0zd9DQ/s1600/IMG_2972.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmrvd2m5NLtkie2FFMPJvdtAYeMVjUX2t_sacFDcAy-llmU3oMPBk_bZRdu8HsbNw8o5jEEGq1MiDxt-eUkH97Y3lWdnAJbLKJVnedKZD7wV9vKy4YTbOkR4S2FdFH-R9qoj3gm0zd9DQ/s320/IMG_2972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471556464847560178" border="0" /></a>Owen wants everyone to know that while Dylan might be known for his drool production, he's not too shabby with it himself.<br /></div>Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-74624393816267897532010-04-08T19:49:00.001-05:002010-04-08T19:51:42.730-05:0016 months!!<div style="text-align: center;">Today, my "babies" are 16 months old...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJyGPtRvejpFoHxqtLoeKEBP7oyWKfAEnJD7Iad3jUcFKTUG-055DCigY5s2r6LCZbYFBjP4P29Y5etJG5wGCO8TjoNU9UqJedR_9GzObUL8hkIcujs8zMFP0cIrzvjzwBkoXWwkgLi-s/s1600/IMG_3009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJyGPtRvejpFoHxqtLoeKEBP7oyWKfAEnJD7Iad3jUcFKTUG-055DCigY5s2r6LCZbYFBjP4P29Y5etJG5wGCO8TjoNU9UqJedR_9GzObUL8hkIcujs8zMFP0cIrzvjzwBkoXWwkgLi-s/s320/IMG_3009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457917216045575218" border="0" /></a>It looked like they were up to something, so, like any Mommy who has given up all hope at keeping her house neat and organized, I grabbed my camera to document the destruction...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_msg4rRxPUnFfDp6Ibj2SZa6-rXwXn3t62Wh-9FYGrlDvxWto17LJdtMHqna13pgTjUWAoP2SZeaGF18vqC5uCFcHl36dOqpPo0FwAHUheQb17hbpSuKknND5rM13fxglg-7b_0xGgzE/s1600/IMG_3010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_msg4rRxPUnFfDp6Ibj2SZa6-rXwXn3t62Wh-9FYGrlDvxWto17LJdtMHqna13pgTjUWAoP2SZeaGF18vqC5uCFcHl36dOqpPo0FwAHUheQb17hbpSuKknND5rM13fxglg-7b_0xGgzE/s320/IMG_3010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457917226496145698" border="0" /></a>It was an assembly line deal...Dylan would pull something out of the pantry and hand it to Owen...then Owen would hand it back and Dylan would put in back in...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-lsP6MwGyUC-FftSF2vP2wk3yuehB3lRbzHFrFX84w8aqFD_8QAmRYDuDrf_qQXE4dgEtraNXAuC1sDR4lyTj4RujpX7_jfajX2ss2ikd7W8hE1-QrhTXDPHgBShw8LOzKTniTG7Wcfw/s1600/IMG_3011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-lsP6MwGyUC-FftSF2vP2wk3yuehB3lRbzHFrFX84w8aqFD_8QAmRYDuDrf_qQXE4dgEtraNXAuC1sDR4lyTj4RujpX7_jfajX2ss2ikd7W8hE1-QrhTXDPHgBShw8LOzKTniTG7Wcfw/s320/IMG_3011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457917238312915346" border="0" /></a>Owen gives the brown sugar a try...Mommy now realizes she has 3 bags of brown sugar...maybe she should bake something?! I know a certain little boy who loves to make banana bread...but it's hard to get enough "yucky bananas" to make banana bread when the boys eat so many every day! Puts a new spin on the "monkey" nickname for all my boys!!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHeH7gJ3-0raQpNg7zq0breSghqlj3iofGXTErdUpcChHr_muwe8pqmNeA3eIuf02qSJRCE9PsLw75f0sIpSgc8taB4xEOEEnvm7SJNFqjhIoNuVBbmqeT6nxdX36eZAS5gbljlf-BvB0/s1600/IMG_3012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHeH7gJ3-0raQpNg7zq0breSghqlj3iofGXTErdUpcChHr_muwe8pqmNeA3eIuf02qSJRCE9PsLw75f0sIpSgc8taB4xEOEEnvm7SJNFqjhIoNuVBbmqeT6nxdX36eZAS5gbljlf-BvB0/s320/IMG_3012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457917240751296946" border="0" /></a>Rejected by Owen...the brown sugar bag doesn't taste as good as the real thing...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1YjV_ClekPLyC3qNXAyPZDGSkWnXxdCBlUseJxx4ZzdzoFd7CYPoYSOcCjIO2TPIJDSP2l_v9AVtl0tCKx3Bbm7tPUYM-NRjgAWpWPwxIobz4ETxn1oDdxy3xh3vMbwaNZhGRbk_2q8c/s1600/IMG_3015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1YjV_ClekPLyC3qNXAyPZDGSkWnXxdCBlUseJxx4ZzdzoFd7CYPoYSOcCjIO2TPIJDSP2l_v9AVtl0tCKx3Bbm7tPUYM-NRjgAWpWPwxIobz4ETxn1oDdxy3xh3vMbwaNZhGRbk_2q8c/s320/IMG_3015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457917841569017074" border="0" /></a>Next up...taste testing the brown grocery bag...he doesn't look too impressed...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-JKS9YizjsdZcoXxjX0xlO-vQS2B01bU6OrmMUJL5G42tc_QUlyjuY-Q09zshfrcZEEP-jjL4fPA289E1UpMU_qxip62c_ZgVPAMM2d7_YMs9kUvSp8tWSIAyvH55DGxZazWLArl-bek/s1600/IMG_3014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-JKS9YizjsdZcoXxjX0xlO-vQS2B01bU6OrmMUJL5G42tc_QUlyjuY-Q09zshfrcZEEP-jjL4fPA289E1UpMU_qxip62c_ZgVPAMM2d7_YMs9kUvSp8tWSIAyvH55DGxZazWLArl-bek/s320/IMG_3014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457917249731847122" border="0" /></a>Maybe this is a better use...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0dKPeGCnrMdRmbcWWs7-LaEVzUqxH7BlFmeIkZuMjeyEuNqr7PCdnhgVySVB3ip-ccHzUyNNtUxXp9HA44SKxW-LY3RtTkOK-gkZZdh2osmQSksSp1E8_DnWh4hnkECIg4daR14kZyy4/s1600/IMG_3018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0dKPeGCnrMdRmbcWWs7-LaEVzUqxH7BlFmeIkZuMjeyEuNqr7PCdnhgVySVB3ip-ccHzUyNNtUxXp9HA44SKxW-LY3RtTkOK-gkZZdh2osmQSksSp1E8_DnWh4hnkECIg4daR14kZyy4/s320/IMG_3018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457917853489898050" border="0" /></a>Mommy's been spotted...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjme1IDZfD3ovgmqcbzAg-zP1ZQoWVibo0sWKf-MdTdzwiQyEycMD71FpdB7gFFI_lfmBvXggppRURAZCN-yr6v6eH11rVIMZBKfpYHjzTZSDnzg__Qo_vTZRfzeb6_NcSxeeGawAKgJtY/s1600/IMG_3019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjme1IDZfD3ovgmqcbzAg-zP1ZQoWVibo0sWKf-MdTdzwiQyEycMD71FpdB7gFFI_lfmBvXggppRURAZCN-yr6v6eH11rVIMZBKfpYHjzTZSDnzg__Qo_vTZRfzeb6_NcSxeeGawAKgJtY/s320/IMG_3019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457917859532282434" border="0" /></a>D continues his work...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9iCXRScH33syWBpNd34o6z6-jOpfQApQkcKaqQbuEgck12FXbjRgkBZ2DR51ecwF0BmkMP5dptMmD1Ys4fYwAzmDI5cfn-jmmvLpi1OPU1Vqfo4hTVVD6IxzNqrr6AZKHxTJbCHbpfUM/s1600/IMG_3020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9iCXRScH33syWBpNd34o6z6-jOpfQApQkcKaqQbuEgck12FXbjRgkBZ2DR51ecwF0BmkMP5dptMmD1Ys4fYwAzmDI5cfn-jmmvLpi1OPU1Vqfo4hTVVD6IxzNqrr6AZKHxTJbCHbpfUM/s320/IMG_3020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457917867072983698" border="0" /></a>Seems he was trying to make room in the pantry...for himself!<br /><br />Had to look back to a year ago...these two are so cute together!! <br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmSox8DRnGyuEOs-vbZogcPK7QoUEFTOwJIVuHWz1ABYihUhqO1xYuTZX_kk-iDJ40yWhIt7LXvvDb-lFfB7bIAN46sWa0_-cQ2ljqsgDfcrMKAIQUJgOrt8s4c_k_bEBoq0uvLqohq14/s1600/together.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/AVvXsEhmSox8DRnGyuEOs-vbZogcPK7QoUEFTOwJIVuHWz1ABYihUhqO1xYuTZX_kk-iDJ40yWhIt7LXvvDb-lFfB7bIAN46sWa0_-cQ2ljqsgDfcrMKAIQUJgOrt8s4c_k_bEBoq0uvLqohq14/s320/together.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457920199494659362" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-rlhd6QEkWKMsgX69_loLhWM1-HAzSZGIBdsgdjAPdcW9z0KHvHeQr-VuSKXZp2ypw9j89jYDWBVRapUE-3XNXCG52pMh1OcvRiEnBhC7VOrNgSIAjRbMoEiNXUUEGES8k7KGxwMRt0/s1600/DSC01470.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/AVvXsEib-rlhd6QEkWKMsgX69_loLhWM1-HAzSZGIBdsgdjAPdcW9z0KHvHeQr-VuSKXZp2ypw9j89jYDWBVRapUE-3XNXCG52pMh1OcvRiEnBhC7VOrNgSIAjRbMoEiNXUUEGES8k7KGxwMRt0/s320/DSC01470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457921088109654898" border="0" /></a>Dylan (left) has the same "deer in headlights" look in both these pictures!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhch6KIPCUSq3ZmsjCqaJe5WXYG62WoMsEiUFIXb9K4xZ4ywRetTEyU178Op_rc4m2nK1ypFM7uXpfSg1HFa-IIyuTld1-8rcZAMcVtIQTBPR4HjtX9DVd-AxSWUaKbrKCjAVEUUYVD3N8/s1600/oh-hey.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/AVvXsEhch6KIPCUSq3ZmsjCqaJe5WXYG62WoMsEiUFIXb9K4xZ4ywRetTEyU178Op_rc4m2nK1ypFM7uXpfSg1HFa-IIyuTld1-8rcZAMcVtIQTBPR4HjtX9DVd-AxSWUaKbrKCjAVEUUYVD3N8/s320/oh-hey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457920209086688002" border="0" /></a><br />I remember this being one of the first times I saw them <span style="font-style: italic;">really </span>look at each other.<br />Melt my heart.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-20646328033025180212010-04-04T09:10:00.006-05:002010-04-04T09:49:02.786-05:00Happy Easter!It's Easter weekend and Grampa Dode is in town! After a fun trip to the Park yesterday, we had a snack, and Grampa Dode and Ethan built a "sport" (fort) before naptime.<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX9kF-cIfyttrTUkCGwgj1tmJ-c_m_aBgvMkZ2nCFdov8JkVpYt2xRc6RA3WyegOXMjOQ402fyjEu-410Rm_lAv_q5zZqIjeKLGE-g3L-AI16SnPchD_Hz8ENsxtQCRWST3KvjRSj8NSA/s1600/IMG_2973.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX9kF-cIfyttrTUkCGwgj1tmJ-c_m_aBgvMkZ2nCFdov8JkVpYt2xRc6RA3WyegOXMjOQ402fyjEu-410Rm_lAv_q5zZqIjeKLGE-g3L-AI16SnPchD_Hz8ENsxtQCRWST3KvjRSj8NSA/s320/IMG_2973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456285159882705378" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXg6axO1bbnNQx7252xfm0ZJ6GXZoSu7-nYQYwFbKaMvoZrd_1eLorJzBY1z6_qEixRXA1NlbpZZ_L_8FAYF_mzq7_DUyO3jtHUQDdaJSEXYLkahIlenWWNOKl1wUqJHCP9fMrUstwk0g/s1600/IMG_2975.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXg6axO1bbnNQx7252xfm0ZJ6GXZoSu7-nYQYwFbKaMvoZrd_1eLorJzBY1z6_qEixRXA1NlbpZZ_L_8FAYF_mzq7_DUyO3jtHUQDdaJSEXYLkahIlenWWNOKl1wUqJHCP9fMrUstwk0g/s320/IMG_2975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456285176038900290" border="0" /></a>The Easter bunny brought the kids some jelly beans, chocolate, and sippy cups...for Ethan, a "big purple St Olaf cup" which was really not from St Olaf, but is just like the "big blue St Olaf cup." The Easter bunny ate way too many jelly beans and Reeces while putting together the baskets, so she needs to be good today!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3qmo96AbSxeu5rYl9PfCf8DWdbDQFQRRG76r0UONBt_YTksCqFJE6bX_lhoNSFfvsQc6-kNjh_HHDfwiaRHOZkLN4k6qWOYo8OvjtpykKhkzPDS7MxXrTSFAo1YuXAF4JOIdOdGxRKcI/s1600/IMG_2978.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3qmo96AbSxeu5rYl9PfCf8DWdbDQFQRRG76r0UONBt_YTksCqFJE6bX_lhoNSFfvsQc6-kNjh_HHDfwiaRHOZkLN4k6qWOYo8OvjtpykKhkzPDS7MxXrTSFAo1YuXAF4JOIdOdGxRKcI/s320/IMG_2978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456285183374070402" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicnq02j9Hdl3YLIc0XSwAcdP4c8-WlsskNF4oZAuhFfaFU3Y8KRm1AutiSUUn5D5P7egjM-JsnHeGuOjj_EPBUy3UMLbSAZBdzWjByZVraxjtK_hrY4v1Q4QqVvrjllZmdKrvP_AGT9Vg/s1600/IMG_2979.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicnq02j9Hdl3YLIc0XSwAcdP4c8-WlsskNF4oZAuhFfaFU3Y8KRm1AutiSUUn5D5P7egjM-JsnHeGuOjj_EPBUy3UMLbSAZBdzWjByZVraxjtK_hrY4v1Q4QqVvrjllZmdKrvP_AGT9Vg/s320/IMG_2979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456285193369374226" border="0" /></a>Ethan was SO excited to see his basket from the Easter bunny!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh14EeDpnAZzZhChPLXQjkBc5zbRavawm7g_4zmHfOxG_yQdAnvfZEPZ44oU6aUZtCMtaYz0BZqhNXv4uhAwcDf_XxTp4nszKb1NXgGkGNHS7fk4JmMQCibh8fBVl_o72GA9dfRPxA-__U/s1600/IMG_2982.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh14EeDpnAZzZhChPLXQjkBc5zbRavawm7g_4zmHfOxG_yQdAnvfZEPZ44oU6aUZtCMtaYz0BZqhNXv4uhAwcDf_XxTp4nszKb1NXgGkGNHS7fk4JmMQCibh8fBVl_o72GA9dfRPxA-__U/s320/IMG_2982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456285674311926562" border="0" /></a>And Owen and Dylan were pretty cute with their new bunny cups...even though they were a total milk disaster on the floor...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijnjpZdSaJLq8mp7fpFyz6KWK8pMeHafJDz5AvMf_FszrmNbkBG9Yfhm46AD43rVnAoPz7w6XTUjViGh5G8DTtldwzT3OWaQAt6CMFlrCVqWIfn_th1bQnbKewu35OUhpovDYiSpPmYKc/s1600/IMG_2987.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijnjpZdSaJLq8mp7fpFyz6KWK8pMeHafJDz5AvMf_FszrmNbkBG9Yfhm46AD43rVnAoPz7w6XTUjViGh5G8DTtldwzT3OWaQAt6CMFlrCVqWIfn_th1bQnbKewu35OUhpovDYiSpPmYKc/s320/IMG_2987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456285686541502754" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2K-oMvSGzocgmEQ4oUSnJeCchme_0QWc6UZ_vvAPke_pNieS1Jg3pS6xlfvRiHLKH1GXQnQOPOi5woonIAAZVgAdrh7TGqOWjWT747sRYbbFXZCOYduZltDYd94qPrEBgh25bs3mMB2I/s1600/IMG_2984.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2K-oMvSGzocgmEQ4oUSnJeCchme_0QWc6UZ_vvAPke_pNieS1Jg3pS6xlfvRiHLKH1GXQnQOPOi5woonIAAZVgAdrh7TGqOWjWT747sRYbbFXZCOYduZltDYd94qPrEBgh25bs3mMB2I/s320/IMG_2984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456285678728615026" border="0" /></a>It's a beautiful Sunday morning! The forecast from a few days ago was showing rain for today, and as Mommy talked to Ethan about how wonderful it was that <a href="http://www.kare11.com/company/bios/talent_article.aspx?storyid=126844">Sven</a> was wrong about the rain, he said..."It's sunny out so it's Sunday. When it's cloudy out it's Cloud-day, when the moon is out it's Moon-day and when the darkness is out it's Dark-day"...we've been working on the days of the week...looks like we have some work to do, but Ethan's concept makes sense too!<br /><br />Happy Easter!Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-81606448506161489132010-04-01T21:11:00.007-05:002010-04-01T21:42:23.066-05:00Closing March with picturesScenes from March...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghkenLGRYhnkZoN1Ih7XFFlzU5fE31qqH_t5SZSxjDqnORGG1wvvlOKIaXWTuiMSJvzxY1x7oW_MrsOcYBhBCTloHdbCOW0tQ8dKqqWZrvXiOkdcYCmZX2gQPmHtqpsvt1sPCB-vfvc9A/s1600/IMG_2888.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghkenLGRYhnkZoN1Ih7XFFlzU5fE31qqH_t5SZSxjDqnORGG1wvvlOKIaXWTuiMSJvzxY1x7oW_MrsOcYBhBCTloHdbCOW0tQ8dKqqWZrvXiOkdcYCmZX2gQPmHtqpsvt1sPCB-vfvc9A/s320/IMG_2888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455358787640446210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYmzWZJfxtTGH13Nm-wGP1MF-L3yo198rejdCX_gdTR8mH0IPbVE8JWLRs7Fnvdhg4mp4lyYPQXkwX2mt7DnjSLTWJEbEjpJ5BDw_d1bPTosiDIKJLw7KVmI9VveifLt5EbpSSVlmZtFo/s1600/IMG_2889.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYmzWZJfxtTGH13Nm-wGP1MF-L3yo198rejdCX_gdTR8mH0IPbVE8JWLRs7Fnvdhg4mp4lyYPQXkwX2mt7DnjSLTWJEbEjpJ5BDw_d1bPTosiDIKJLw7KVmI9VveifLt5EbpSSVlmZtFo/s320/IMG_2889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455358812126343106" border="0" /></a>Dylan and his "softie"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeq4OhGMDEjlnkkjgoD7Wp-35NmxkXsx44lwp7Na5G-pE17hogQDWbyvtY5cQLCSm3LkKnf-kiCYaBDMpHKHvp24XEIhzLX-OSEIy3VJTkRfdRLMgIx0sG_4I9acehMjxzwY4C5DE0QpA/s1600/IMG_2902.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeq4OhGMDEjlnkkjgoD7Wp-35NmxkXsx44lwp7Na5G-pE17hogQDWbyvtY5cQLCSm3LkKnf-kiCYaBDMpHKHvp24XEIhzLX-OSEIy3VJTkRfdRLMgIx0sG_4I9acehMjxzwY4C5DE0QpA/s320/IMG_2902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455358806440702466" border="0" /></a>Owen and Mommy in March 2010...reminds me so much of...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQMfci73gItEwNU6cm7CpDPWTZg4XM4yn965hVKiZGY2UzYH9-pNfh2p9jhqKG_fyBHo7V4CHGXpy3orgfA2tU1KRf_s_P6_2HoQOMLIqGESGSztOMuIWcV-iyMlxC0p1SssjCKC5BfjY/s1600/Apr27-2.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/AVvXsEjQMfci73gItEwNU6cm7CpDPWTZg4XM4yn965hVKiZGY2UzYH9-pNfh2p9jhqKG_fyBHo7V4CHGXpy3orgfA2tU1KRf_s_P6_2HoQOMLIqGESGSztOMuIWcV-iyMlxC0p1SssjCKC5BfjY/s320/Apr27-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455361098709749170" border="0" /></a>Ethan and Mommy in April of 2007<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPk-AOkkBzHyZyp3Cjxz7oYrHeh5nUgS3MIp1tXFdSg5QpFNoFUHB-E8E4GwVK2J1_r1IkrJ5BpmT7fEfYEzIFAZa7lz5uE54tdQhmX9FvHC6oQRXZ1TOK999MNRW_fXTlOPRx88cv2I/s1600/IMG_2905.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPk-AOkkBzHyZyp3Cjxz7oYrHeh5nUgS3MIp1tXFdSg5QpFNoFUHB-E8E4GwVK2J1_r1IkrJ5BpmT7fEfYEzIFAZa7lz5uE54tdQhmX9FvHC6oQRXZ1TOK999MNRW_fXTlOPRx88cv2I/s320/IMG_2905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455358819787758610" border="0" /></a>Late to the game, but ready to go...Owen is WALKING!!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0MltFCSaBCcb4t-2dUU8h8VPjfAs-34Zn0bQszcT8okFa61HhLTJLLA5xJsO1SiTMlIqCxG6ymVpTtr5YhYea45ATSCiy3dHQoad6XpK9a3J3izZcIrX9dchxokc4BfpLcwkAdMcatBA/s1600/IMG_2907.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0MltFCSaBCcb4t-2dUU8h8VPjfAs-34Zn0bQszcT8okFa61HhLTJLLA5xJsO1SiTMlIqCxG6ymVpTtr5YhYea45ATSCiy3dHQoad6XpK9a3J3izZcIrX9dchxokc4BfpLcwkAdMcatBA/s320/IMG_2907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455359621107040034" border="0" /></a>WHAT is this face? It cracks me up!!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrNPm6FRmfYymXh1knoun4aafhBfCk0YZFRRnnFT9BazPFmD6t2O8aR3XbVpbOmxBXXaPzYUDwtE0CPS6RdVhdOHJ1sPZmO1WOZZRQP9Ldc57tbTylTkiYgo3KLWPyovw-YHmEg1865fQ/s1600/IMG_2931.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrNPm6FRmfYymXh1knoun4aafhBfCk0YZFRRnnFT9BazPFmD6t2O8aR3XbVpbOmxBXXaPzYUDwtE0CPS6RdVhdOHJ1sPZmO1WOZZRQP9Ldc57tbTylTkiYgo3KLWPyovw-YHmEg1865fQ/s320/IMG_2931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455360025553178498" border="0" /></a>Dylan is such a big boy!! Reminds me of...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii5DEPlNLHXSOVpkkN3M3Hlw3ZKLup6gdt56uI0gMdtkDoMqmGSnwfnXmL9yKI6gDBPP_vps4vB8kjaXs-gNqSX-RA4xRCv3qpVXs7xCnS7USUcVyfR3YgzOc-CnGWYeg-K_cXBSTWnyo/s1600/Table2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii5DEPlNLHXSOVpkkN3M3Hlw3ZKLup6gdt56uI0gMdtkDoMqmGSnwfnXmL9yKI6gDBPP_vps4vB8kjaXs-gNqSX-RA4xRCv3qpVXs7xCnS7USUcVyfR3YgzOc-CnGWYeg-K_cXBSTWnyo/s320/Table2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455362995179155554" border="0" /></a>...these little Ethan cheeks from March of 2008<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVaZ79O0CErctK_jBrxDSSj5Vf9MEBiEJVBOaHpPNXoEs3lBbD64UdVn3IY1A5SRtx8GblSSx84iNpiu4NWdL30qmC46F7yRavOEUALnt7UUW5zCY-ggXWqtEweSgEtXisyy6Kw0f-9Zs/s1600/IMG_2930.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVaZ79O0CErctK_jBrxDSSj5Vf9MEBiEJVBOaHpPNXoEs3lBbD64UdVn3IY1A5SRtx8GblSSx84iNpiu4NWdL30qmC46F7yRavOEUALnt7UUW5zCY-ggXWqtEweSgEtXisyy6Kw0f-9Zs/s320/IMG_2930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455360016969833074" border="0" /></a>Dylan accessorizes just like his big brother does with beads<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/AVvXsEiTVie0bYuoqCdiL4TTQDw3CXMV_DROxtfDHgFxHcup2xjDqKKoqmxPJNSjWYRCk53mit4lhhqT_bJb7CYCtPIPTuPb3Zu6YNlAvtlBBKZtgIr5lbIZH7mjHZ6i3FKjp3sZ3fJvIBPeHZo/s1600/IMG_2920.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTVie0bYuoqCdiL4TTQDw3CXMV_DROxtfDHgFxHcup2xjDqKKoqmxPJNSjWYRCk53mit4lhhqT_bJb7CYCtPIPTuPb3Zu6YNlAvtlBBKZtgIr5lbIZH7mjHZ6i3FKjp3sZ3fJvIBPeHZo/s320/IMG_2920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455359663096529858" border="0" /></a>Owen is ready to go on our first "family walk" of the year!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieGP92H-Tf39yoMJRzo3034LEcW0u9jXooimMX83IB9vkv2bR8IpPkPXdwi7jIafZRW-Q1waLEuoR7zsZYsLbKVHRo5f_eb3RWPE-4fziSGN7KdqHqen-5to6TciIKnhAbUnHLgWbAwFI/s1600/IMG_2919.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieGP92H-Tf39yoMJRzo3034LEcW0u9jXooimMX83IB9vkv2bR8IpPkPXdwi7jIafZRW-Q1waLEuoR7zsZYsLbKVHRo5f_eb3RWPE-4fziSGN7KdqHqen-5to6TciIKnhAbUnHLgWbAwFI/s320/IMG_2919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455359651718320354" border="0" /></a>So are D & Ethan<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3s32z_hXma1yo0GFAmkpW9yB043ixX7xtEIV8wlE0ibcJ6PT70dur2lYE72Pq-7LcsnRXuqVbyIfPNxsAyXjL_zunKOxCYlLNoh2aBk79zkj-2ndweywFjkz6VwEilq30oC5OCcHERpQ/s1600/IMG_2913.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3s32z_hXma1yo0GFAmkpW9yB043ixX7xtEIV8wlE0ibcJ6PT70dur2lYE72Pq-7LcsnRXuqVbyIfPNxsAyXjL_zunKOxCYlLNoh2aBk79zkj-2ndweywFjkz6VwEilq30oC5OCcHERpQ/s320/IMG_2913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455359640884050530" border="0" /></a>Mommy and D have a morning snuggle<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMnXGze0KUvP12E3zxx7HGgDdfK_3pRz2ZUVdTbGZGW9fnUCAJa2tV_ge2K4XIWiU29MEZK0tDSoLtF2t-y5TMIRzNd5UvNI0VHCJFSpZMdLRi5Upy0lM23bw9hwTGIOrUhUHgaH_r9M4/s1600/IMG_2910.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMnXGze0KUvP12E3zxx7HGgDdfK_3pRz2ZUVdTbGZGW9fnUCAJa2tV_ge2K4XIWiU29MEZK0tDSoLtF2t-y5TMIRzNd5UvNI0VHCJFSpZMdLRi5Upy0lM23bw9hwTGIOrUhUHgaH_r9M4/s320/IMG_2910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455359634221177122" border="0" /></a>Gramma Nana and Ethan build a "sport"...otherwise known as a FORT!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJrOSZXY1TvL3C5rv1P5jPrQzMwIDgGEibUshtMhhBXze07iENBCsGpRDTLnyUBtt8OL018Zg5q9x_vdEb8gSTFWo_PaTctwdtELfGIB0vE516GPO1hDXCwPnr3egCayvWB7oc7FClCs/s1600/IMG_2896.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJrOSZXY1TvL3C5rv1P5jPrQzMwIDgGEibUshtMhhBXze07iENBCsGpRDTLnyUBtt8OL018Zg5q9x_vdEb8gSTFWo_PaTctwdtELfGIB0vE516GPO1hDXCwPnr3egCayvWB7oc7FClCs/s320/IMG_2896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455358796047526114" border="0" /></a><br />Owen is definitely saying "E E!" in this picture...his way of saying his brother Ethan's name.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXVsG93MamQ0RwXbKKIp8mDrhW1dbAUcatIfMl2L00mMdhYrGOV5WbKDRO1sueQ2AbfM-__2_I4hQqvT9Q4PR6GxUquPyuMAosjAkGjUGB3i1-w6lnZFtGH9op-2PgC_tiRMVNxV-nWpw/s1600/IMG_2960.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXVsG93MamQ0RwXbKKIp8mDrhW1dbAUcatIfMl2L00mMdhYrGOV5WbKDRO1sueQ2AbfM-__2_I4hQqvT9Q4PR6GxUquPyuMAosjAkGjUGB3i1-w6lnZFtGH9op-2PgC_tiRMVNxV-nWpw/s320/IMG_2960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455360031009819586" border="0" /></a>Ethan did great at his preschool's trike-a-thon!!<br /></div>Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-67923437169256516512010-03-22T19:45:00.002-05:002010-03-22T19:47:49.361-05:00He loves to accessorize<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXgJ1JSgExChiD84wMk0-alXuRYJFh2U-gnvPgP0jJSZiz4aJGre2d5DRfJO2ZqAPHPVK1n8Cobu2_3RW2foTJxKIROIk2f9IJM4En67G28SR3ftvM9NNwFvkAzM1RNJhbKHqNLkEQQM8/s1600-h/IMG_2857.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXgJ1JSgExChiD84wMk0-alXuRYJFh2U-gnvPgP0jJSZiz4aJGre2d5DRfJO2ZqAPHPVK1n8Cobu2_3RW2foTJxKIROIk2f9IJM4En67G28SR3ftvM9NNwFvkAzM1RNJhbKHqNLkEQQM8/s320/IMG_2857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451624482710623330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1qZcgXtGiYUP8BQeHRazI8lMVGDgiNTNaG-okZ-EASv-dyAXFvw51_gWKB8QbnMAbYaKEmxZc7e2qC-vPEEcvqT9en-4Hc_eCDw-NnMW1_Mty6pdxweIXqGrWwqmsIo5sMB-3VUFB8LI/s1600-h/IMG_2856.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1qZcgXtGiYUP8BQeHRazI8lMVGDgiNTNaG-okZ-EASv-dyAXFvw51_gWKB8QbnMAbYaKEmxZc7e2qC-vPEEcvqT9en-4Hc_eCDw-NnMW1_Mty6pdxweIXqGrWwqmsIo5sMB-3VUFB8LI/s320/IMG_2856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451624473991508290" border="0" /></a><br />Ethan likes beads. Even when it's not Mardi Gras. He is truly his Gramma Nana's grandchild.Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-27807861091262272522010-03-22T19:40:00.002-05:002010-03-22T19:49:02.747-05:00Spin, 2, 3, 4, Spin, 2, 3, 4Ethan has been talking about exercising at preschool lately. We really need Spring to come, so we can get outside. A few weeks ago, Ethan put his head down on this chair, started spinning around and declared that he was exercising. We <span style="font-style: italic;">need </span>to get outside!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPjTOJ4KnbSRX7kLqDC0JaNcbhacAEuG1Y4xAKmv0LoHfjeNMxMAR-_GsYh4WoqGV3Q2sO4V3aQn9EuRc9az43ag1JYyrJsloHRR8JBJc93dizDDhr5pifJ3vqDEjuqN5BWEl7wcLpLSs/s1600-h/IMG_2855.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPjTOJ4KnbSRX7kLqDC0JaNcbhacAEuG1Y4xAKmv0LoHfjeNMxMAR-_GsYh4WoqGV3Q2sO4V3aQn9EuRc9az43ag1JYyrJsloHRR8JBJc93dizDDhr5pifJ3vqDEjuqN5BWEl7wcLpLSs/s320/IMG_2855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451623291941332818" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOORuCf0J937uEb57RURkgWw97haOi0OE1iNUJUXr13rdl7NQN_gZdfbPF08BhsEwY2IUQ7c-9hyedliNmSoC2bhWvEYDDvdtoyMXQAHDSuTVV_WIOVuq7R97BYyXjNxz-UDe2gykGoc/s1600-h/IMG_2854.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOORuCf0J937uEb57RURkgWw97haOi0OE1iNUJUXr13rdl7NQN_gZdfbPF08BhsEwY2IUQ7c-9hyedliNmSoC2bhWvEYDDvdtoyMXQAHDSuTVV_WIOVuq7R97BYyXjNxz-UDe2gykGoc/s320/IMG_2854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451623284527900850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTRdompjzH5FOZ4gPK_gzowj3WHyFIaI9qaV2SuG7XeUdvxbQ-GfqqPKYme6e6SchYXwDBMhre1o960lb8wPoGfJjp82lrOugQPBMNlVcVJUv-pD-5TNmzV49jAU0QwnIFsEo-KW0LVhk/s1600-h/IMG_2853.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTRdompjzH5FOZ4gPK_gzowj3WHyFIaI9qaV2SuG7XeUdvxbQ-GfqqPKYme6e6SchYXwDBMhre1o960lb8wPoGfJjp82lrOugQPBMNlVcVJUv-pD-5TNmzV49jAU0QwnIFsEo-KW0LVhk/s320/IMG_2853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451623273190669778" border="0" /></a>Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-50475423223424770102010-03-21T19:29:00.001-05:002010-03-21T19:41:13.026-05:00The new girlsJust when I thought he hadn't noticed, Ethan said to me at dinner tonight..."Mommy, you know those clothes you are wearing? You are kinda too big for them"<br /><br />So, I have a confession to make. Most of my readers already know, because most of my family and friends already know...but I recently bought myself a new pair.<br /><br />My girlfriends said it best with this wonderful cake...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvzNt7ZHbnN3GaamJz2-dm2Rn7uAZgCAm_lbjlsJ-FD5Le5GUifzXsAxcltHJA_c_4CnKItzovU2W7_ZosccKPVFIvTometD8K37VJdTOifxWGPFDV4cYEYiregCIgDhNoCUrlgrZMA8/s1600-h/tata.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvzNt7ZHbnN3GaamJz2-dm2Rn7uAZgCAm_lbjlsJ-FD5Le5GUifzXsAxcltHJA_c_4CnKItzovU2W7_ZosccKPVFIvTometD8K37VJdTOifxWGPFDV4cYEYiregCIgDhNoCUrlgrZMA8/s320/tata.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451240083795544898" border="0" /></a>Yes...I have new boobs.<br /><br />It's been a long road getting here. I mean, I've only talked about this for like 10 years. But I knew that I didn't want to do anything until after I was done having kids. And now I am...so, now I did.<br /><br />I took the first step last Summer by doing some research and getting a couple consultations. I found a place that I liked and was ready to schedule my surgery for around Christmastime. I knew I'd need some extra help with the kids (and with myself), and my parents usually make an extended visit around this time, so I thought it'd be perfect. As I sat in the office after my consultation, we talked details, money, timing, etc...and then the kicker...can't lift anything heavier than 5 lbs for 3 weeks. Seriously. I still had two non-walkers. I left without an appointment.<br /><br />A month or two later, I confided in my Mom and told her about my plans and the roadblocks I was running into. She wisely suggested that I wait until Spring...by that time all the kids would be a little bit more mobile and she could come up and help us out. Genius.<br /><br />I put it out of my mind until February, when I scheduled a second consultation with a list of possible surgery dates, and dragged my husband along. You see, I have one of these amazing husbands who loves me just the way I am. Like I said above, I've been talking about this enhancement for 10 years...for as long as I've known him...so, it didn't come as a surprise when I actually decided to do it. But he's not one to push in either direction...he just wants me to be happy. So, he was hesitant coming along and voicing any sort of opinion on size...I'm actually still not really sure what he thinks! There's one thing I'm sure of though...I'm sure he's glad that I won't be talking about it for the <span style="font-style: italic;">next </span>ten years!<br /><br />After meeting with the Doctor, we scheduled my surgery for March 10th, which worked with the timing of my Mom's Triple Crown racing schedule. She would come up from the 9th through the 15th. Tick tock tick tock....I followed all the pre-surgery guidelines, nothing over the counter for 2 weeks, no drinking for 1 week...I was ready to go!<br /><br />Except...then came the pie-eating contest.<br /><br />Tuesday the 9th, pre-surgery day, Dylan greeted us in the morning with a crib full of puke. Everyone else seemed fine, even D at that point, so I thought it a fluke...the babies had their bottles, Ethan had breakfast, Andy got ready and headed out for work. Tuesday is one of my work-at-home days so I made my coffee and waited for Gramma. When Gramma called and asked if everyone was okay there because a couple other people in the family, including herself, were sick, I had a moment of internal panic. I immediately called Andy and he turned around and came home. For the rest of the day, we tag-teamed with work and childcare. I monitored my water-intake...I was supposed to drink at least a gallon to be hydrated for surgery the next day.<br /><br />When Owen vomited on Andy's head after lunch, I still refused to admit "stomach flu"...we were still thinking some sort of food poisoning had been contracted at the birthday party a few days earlier. Ethan and I went to pick up Gramma Nana from the airport...he was cheery and excited to see Gramma. All the boys went down for naps when we got home. Owen screamed the scream when you know that something is just not quite right...so I went upstairs and was greeted by another crib full of puke...and a still-puking child. When Ethan woke up and was no longer smiling, even when he saw Gramma Nana, I knew we were in trouble.<br /><br />As Andy said in his last post, we were each granted with strengths and weaknesses in our parenting. He has the "hold the puking child" strength, while I am much more comfortable with the "clean the puke-filled sheets" role. I'll clean the clothes/towels/etc, fill the pedialyte bottles, wash out the bucket...but dealing with the actual puking...um, not my forte. Granted, with 3 kids I still did my fair share of dealing with the puking, but if I can hand it off, I will. Love ya, babe!<br /><br />Tuesday came and went..by midnight, we had 3 sleeping, non-puking children. I had called the Dr's office late in the day to tell them what was going on...they said to just see how I felt in the morning...if I wasn't sick I should still come in and they'd evaluate me there. So, I went to bed that night nervous...but not as much about the surgery than that I would get sick.<br /><br />I woke up feeling okay...surgery was a go! But, at 9:15, about 15 minutes before we were planning on leaving, the office called me and said that they needed to cancel...the Dr had a family emergency...first time in 18 years that he would need to cancel surgery.<br /><br />I didn't ask for details, it wasn't my business...I had a hard time not feeling bad for myself...but tried to keep myself in the right mindset...this man had had a family emergency...he could have lost a loved one...my surgery will wait for another day! I had some tears, and a cup of coffee, then went out to breakfast with my Mom. I felt instantly better, and got some perspective.<br /><br />Long story, trying to get shorter...turns out I have a guardian angel of sorts. That night, after dinner, I ended up getting sick too...and I was up all night. Just imagine how dangerous that could have been for me had I had surgery that morning. I was able to reschedule for Tuesday morning, the Dr's office offered to pay for my Mom's rebooking fee, she was able to accommodate staying until the Friday after my rescheduled surgery, I was able to shift around my PTO....and I was healthy. It truly did work out for the best! (And, I'm still not sure what the family emergency was, but when I said I hoped everything was okay when, on my actual surgery day, he apologized for the cancellation...he said that everything was fine...so now I feel like I can actually be happy for everything that happened).<br /><br />I have an incredible support system...friends and family have been supportive physically and emotionally, which I know is not always the case when elective & cosmetic surgery is chosen. I couldn't be more thankful for the people in my life!<br /><br />And I'm thankful for my new girls, (and Vicodin) as well.Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-66283812602581022172010-03-21T12:32:00.001-05:002010-03-21T12:37:35.717-05:00Sunday morning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiewhRD7H-lJdOslGLhBAKEZd7D0V-m5BhFtpS0JWBPjkc8NEAaCbeiHC7JatPpE9a9cXbDMtV6vdE3nXH4ATSS_uyzedBzGgrLGg4R3lHOW56_4oRBX4dz_HhTfyZcJ2r6tgjm6zJDSq8/s1600-h/IMG_2939.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiewhRD7H-lJdOslGLhBAKEZd7D0V-m5BhFtpS0JWBPjkc8NEAaCbeiHC7JatPpE9a9cXbDMtV6vdE3nXH4ATSS_uyzedBzGgrLGg4R3lHOW56_4oRBX4dz_HhTfyZcJ2r6tgjm6zJDSq8/s320/IMG_2939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451142410487885378" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhiWZie_u6DO1OzXyQWjkmZZYLYAM8XfltWl0w0WWdqVKgFOkfCIRxDDrla5EfaKhuanXIozxT963SVEr4euBXwkqYxNcstN1Sfdc2YXE9loGvA_3gnQkHh5iiP7uCx2jpi6p51_8Nciw/s1600-h/IMG_2936.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhiWZie_u6DO1OzXyQWjkmZZYLYAM8XfltWl0w0WWdqVKgFOkfCIRxDDrla5EfaKhuanXIozxT963SVEr4euBXwkqYxNcstN1Sfdc2YXE9loGvA_3gnQkHh5iiP7uCx2jpi6p51_8Nciw/s320/IMG_2936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451142403564297778" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQY4v5avuMsIF-fRFa2MiibCy3uJvo2s0wwCmNOnk09Y_ir__8pKEtwWdX2EqWEhndoPuFjIxw4TUxDvzeBUnaNjJLjPdzFy7XWOgoxh46OlwDKzJVv4zBwc5lOQKdQYLSDU1npMuNCA/s1600-h/IMG_2942.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQY4v5avuMsIF-fRFa2MiibCy3uJvo2s0wwCmNOnk09Y_ir__8pKEtwWdX2EqWEhndoPuFjIxw4TUxDvzeBUnaNjJLjPdzFy7XWOgoxh46OlwDKzJVv4zBwc5lOQKdQYLSDU1npMuNCA/s320/IMG_2942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451142417360065202" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXfoRFZzGZKbilXlt81q9opkWFyjzMb75Z1C0VAiS6uQPPq0T_9xFdCd9gQ49Cq9TZ22Mg3LGI-O6Z9fDNdLFiD0nhFyueV0vXoH4xNBGBXnt5RMZm0AdsxmA4nMIdwW02CllhZkFNyxo/s1600-h/IMG_2944.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXfoRFZzGZKbilXlt81q9opkWFyjzMb75Z1C0VAiS6uQPPq0T_9xFdCd9gQ49Cq9TZ22Mg3LGI-O6Z9fDNdLFiD0nhFyueV0vXoH4xNBGBXnt5RMZm0AdsxmA4nMIdwW02CllhZkFNyxo/s320/IMG_2944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451142430732964706" border="0" /></a>Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-23970300269474414862010-03-16T21:24:00.009-05:002010-03-16T22:28:48.640-05:00Boombabba boombabba boombabbaA here, trying to fill in for my highly talented wife.<br /><br />Of the movies of my youth, certain ones and particularly specific scenes stick with me. Stand By Me was an instant classic as far as I am concerned. Within the great film, we are introduced to young Davie Hogan. For most of us, he is best remembered as "Lardass". I will not go through the whole story, because if you don't already know it you are a lost cause, completely beyond any help I can offer. Why am I talking about this you may be asking? Well, my wolf-pack made me feel like I was at the pie-eating contest recently.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdnwvfGbuuuPq9m5WvZNWEgOUpZPL9ucJWiT3axWCVrTz1k9XAHoz28uj7VczkpFzCsxuHfuBXC7ENsRGLEXZZZHLr4UP58Q6zOm3j7v92T9NddpTUKgUZM2z4serTj5ON2TiYUAHIuo/s1600-h/lardass.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdnwvfGbuuuPq9m5WvZNWEgOUpZPL9ucJWiT3axWCVrTz1k9XAHoz28uj7VczkpFzCsxuHfuBXC7ENsRGLEXZZZHLr4UP58Q6zOm3j7v92T9NddpTUKgUZM2z4serTj5ON2TiYUAHIuo/s320/lardass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449433231384379794" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Let's start from the beginning. We had a lil' get together recently to celebrate a birthday in the fam (happy big 1 Linnie-lou). It was a crazy and fun event, and we all went on our merry ways. In a day or two, it all went down the drain, literally. Word quickly spread that people were getting sick in several of the households of the families involved. We speculated that it could have been food poisoning, and the hostess with the mostest went on a quest to document what each person did or did not eat in order to triangulate the culprit. There was even a call to a government agency to report the impending pandemic that would surely ensue.<br /><br />This is the point where we talk about the little Lardass wannabees. As our trio fell victim one by one like dominoes, we had to comfort them and clean them constantly. As a couple we complement each other well, each possessing separate strengths and weaknesses. Damned if I wasn't the one stuck with the "hold the violently ill child" strength. It became comical at times. I was changing my clothes and showering whenever I wasn't bathing or changing the clothing of a child. The highlight was a maneuver where I was lifting O over something, at which time he proceeded to projectile vomit on top of my head. No free hands to cover up, nor any ability to wipe the remnants of lunch off to prevent the flow down my face. Is this the joy of parenting thing I've heard so much about?<br /><br />We will spare any actual vomit pics, but this was the general scene. Gramma Nana picked a great day to start her visit!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_b4yZ9G2eq8GjXxOOaIHoRBcMr5qJsOweWEp8MqYd2bVRUr-f0LsegFs67YGR_iVgX5DzaMG_8YX0DiwUnr3nhEl9oWmYhaQGj9kweKnwlluFbxyOpYN9ozG0KpY8Oa-nc62awYvKG4Q/s1600-h/IMG_2875.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_b4yZ9G2eq8GjXxOOaIHoRBcMr5qJsOweWEp8MqYd2bVRUr-f0LsegFs67YGR_iVgX5DzaMG_8YX0DiwUnr3nhEl9oWmYhaQGj9kweKnwlluFbxyOpYN9ozG0KpY8Oa-nc62awYvKG4Q/s320/IMG_2875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449435356789346002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgabiHRqx_ngUQJS5efg3Oow_HXqnJ3WcvQgxZhOt4HmUf8PYM6b_WMxJctArbRW7slhkssqPppfKgFjZJb6WG5I_1amQn87DkzDQXNlYs8mO5xr4M2x-1RbD_ix9TPAd_XNxs3EpqdASY/s1600-h/IMG_2882.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgabiHRqx_ngUQJS5efg3Oow_HXqnJ3WcvQgxZhOt4HmUf8PYM6b_WMxJctArbRW7slhkssqPppfKgFjZJb6WG5I_1amQn87DkzDQXNlYs8mO5xr4M2x-1RbD_ix9TPAd_XNxs3EpqdASY/s320/IMG_2882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449435636383593154" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4FnY4_wpEeprHtqBUJiqymajx-eXEIcWUorsHArKAr0AhIKBL7ajwum5P8ZkbelHqRw6Owd-b9XIDy9fjCOrUfUSRec7XR9aJyopsDJPUKl1rLnevhqbyMip8HpSI8Q-ldzjruGx6YKY/s1600-h/IMG_2883.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4FnY4_wpEeprHtqBUJiqymajx-eXEIcWUorsHArKAr0AhIKBL7ajwum5P8ZkbelHqRw6Owd-b9XIDy9fjCOrUfUSRec7XR9aJyopsDJPUKl1rLnevhqbyMip8HpSI8Q-ldzjruGx6YKY/s320/IMG_2883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449435915220271682" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I actually think I got the better end of this thing somehow. My darling bride was one of the many who were stricken by this thing. She got to spend a full night curled up on the tile floor in one of our bathrooms. I'll take the Lardass treatment, which at least I could cure with a shower and spend my night in a bed.<br /><br />In the end, we learned that it must have been a contagious bug rather than the suspected food poisoning. Unfortunately it took someone who was not at the event getting the illness to confirm this. Way to take one for the team Liz. I'm sure the vacation was just as much fun with the whole projectile vomit thing added in to all the other sights and sounds of Sin City.<br /><br />One more Stand by Me quote, just because: "Chopper, sick balls".Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-49180769029616908382010-02-28T19:11:00.001-06:002010-02-28T19:11:35.366-06:00Saturday morning...this was better than my coffee.There are a few people that I need to credit with the highlight of my weekend...<br /><br />Ok, so we went out on Friday night with neighbors and went to the MOA today with the boys, both of which were super fun too...but what was less exhausting yet <span style="font-style: italic;">slightly</span> more expensive, was our new POT RACK!!<br /><br />Andy and I have been talking about buying one of these for awhile. We had a small one, that was just a single length 3-4 ft long <a href="http://www.crateandbarrel.com/family.aspx?c=14402&f=25108&q=pot+rack&fromLocation=Search&DIMID=400001&SearchPage=1">hanger</a>, in our townhouse years ago, but the only place to hang it was on the outside of the cabinets that divided our kitchen and dining room...and the back of the cabinets was technically our dining room. Quite the way to decorate.<br /><br />That one didn't work in our current house, especially after the greatest idea ever (knocking out the wall between the kitchen and previous living room/new dining room) resulted in everything being moved around in our kitchen. So...this has been our pot/pan solution for awhile now. I swear I actually cook less than I would otherwise just to avoid the hassle of moving this pan and that pot off the pan/pot I need to take out, and then putting this pan and that pot back in the closet. Ugh. Plus, moving pots and pans around is loud...and after 6 or so, when D & Owen go to bed, we can't be that clangy in our house. We eat a lot of frozen pizzas. And now my excuse is gone.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlQViR0BBL2_XfdYlKk0JJ5S-ZdKXQueOwDw9b8io62o3R2lrTdC6Dsme8yvWMzUL6l0uopjxZv-MtmbxAa814J28wiB7xgGI-CynxJmqjjEMvkwsnT-kQlxsyJrkBLiumvExiSPe_mNM/s1600-h/IMG_2822.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlQViR0BBL2_XfdYlKk0JJ5S-ZdKXQueOwDw9b8io62o3R2lrTdC6Dsme8yvWMzUL6l0uopjxZv-MtmbxAa814J28wiB7xgGI-CynxJmqjjEMvkwsnT-kQlxsyJrkBLiumvExiSPe_mNM/s320/IMG_2822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443455125776049618" border="0" /></a><br />This isn't even full!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">We shopped around a lot online. Sticker shock.<br /><br />And then...a certain family member (I don't want to out them...employee discount is a sacred thing that is shared sparingly!!) started working at a certain retailer (They once shipped me my order of children's cooking utensils...and a wine cooler. Now, I want a wine cooler as much as the next person...but I called THREE times to get them to come pick up this item that, from reading the shipping information, appeared to be a WEDDING gift for someone else. I just couldn't live with myself if I'd kept it. But I was kinda secretly wishing they wouldn't have come to pick it up after the third time I called...I'm sure the person in California was thankful I have a conscience...I digress...) and the solution arose.<br /><br />Mind you, it still wasn't cheap...but paired with self-installment (thank goodness my husband and his dad are so capable...it took them under 2 hours!!...what do other people do?!), and it was about as good as you could get. I can't stop staring at it.<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdAU6s9Hsig3JV-XnCA_vstxjjxeP1_PivaIcOO4M_RQ4Lw987t5L4qks6xlxazUKRC6pYLTgioD8DxSKkaXcrD_iwuGyF5LiIPTeVq7Q_Op9JKvCj7o3KWWLHVFS3YtYCmshCUXWjguo/s1600-h/IMG_2829.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdAU6s9Hsig3JV-XnCA_vstxjjxeP1_PivaIcOO4M_RQ4Lw987t5L4qks6xlxazUKRC6pYLTgioD8DxSKkaXcrD_iwuGyF5LiIPTeVq7Q_Op9JKvCj7o3KWWLHVFS3YtYCmshCUXWjguo/s320/IMG_2829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443458628291532178" border="0" /></a>First step...find the trusses (that's what they're called, right?).<br />I love that Dylan is in this picture...he's like, "When do I get to be like Daddy and Grampa?"<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0SaWEON-92qZwAQJS6Aya3-YlfgCeu6Dg4DDL7g9L05Nf_oTYttw28FNuetF0e_2e3bp1S_87lIArDdGGePhMW8bszIeyrhoKAJS2aipGhxowomf5zxSEsKxJh9UX99wDHWcStsEdhg/s1600-h/IMG_2832.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0SaWEON-92qZwAQJS6Aya3-YlfgCeu6Dg4DDL7g9L05Nf_oTYttw28FNuetF0e_2e3bp1S_87lIArDdGGePhMW8bszIeyrhoKAJS2aipGhxowomf5zxSEsKxJh9UX99wDHWcStsEdhg/s320/IMG_2832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443458636331634018" border="0" /></a>Andy considered climbing through the crawl-space, through all of the insulation to find the trusses, but then they came up with this solution...measure and make your best guess, and then drill and stick flags through the ceiling...they are SO clever! Seriously, how does your average person install this stuff? The Sandberg men have years of experience! There was hardly any swearing and I was so impressed!!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGX-WkV8S5hpSb4xng9LmZCPMoDzxLwSAn2eO0BA7zB2tJFxA0uvZp0nV-m0OOUIZ4rTuCI8DMAOO6Og1VwUONc7o8Nip43orrNpFn-sMq_aXjvk5pjJELoyOeFUQ7A2wJAFwcbdeE6CA/s1600-h/IMG_2834.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGX-WkV8S5hpSb4xng9LmZCPMoDzxLwSAn2eO0BA7zB2tJFxA0uvZp0nV-m0OOUIZ4rTuCI8DMAOO6Og1VwUONc7o8Nip43orrNpFn-sMq_aXjvk5pjJELoyOeFUQ7A2wJAFwcbdeE6CA/s320/IMG_2834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443458641924365810" border="0" /></a>The drills were made and they hit on every spot. Time to commit to the location and hang it up!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW5HY_eugSSTzc-QrYbABS52bh6nCe_4THrdKZPVZ4IhHZEA1uXlfk2fbjFSDKqTsq6x_wODsdsE9Qxh90iLPQWQ5t6ye9ozCItw_1YZBsbWu3T82L5Cevkw0wpe5KY4WrMjzMIaDfMEg/s1600-h/IMG_2839.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW5HY_eugSSTzc-QrYbABS52bh6nCe_4THrdKZPVZ4IhHZEA1uXlfk2fbjFSDKqTsq6x_wODsdsE9Qxh90iLPQWQ5t6ye9ozCItw_1YZBsbWu3T82L5Cevkw0wpe5KY4WrMjzMIaDfMEg/s320/IMG_2839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443458656050880514" border="0" /></a><br />We decided to get the low profile pot rack because we didn't want it blocking our view across the island it hangs over...or want any of our monkey-children grabbing hold and swinging around. It works...on my tippy-toes I can reach everything that we hung up.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3g2dq4FzxEHHTiPPgNsDpUpGSank5mZmHQf5L4qA1_pt0QeJqt6zKpvMwIRXpNpBSKEORGaN1pNPWvYT-D7q2Ox0ZMlIngDwFpT3gpwNGoTAYDnhCRCqq_kRfHFINF86j9byXUCURwww/s1600-h/IMG_2841.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3g2dq4FzxEHHTiPPgNsDpUpGSank5mZmHQf5L4qA1_pt0QeJqt6zKpvMwIRXpNpBSKEORGaN1pNPWvYT-D7q2Ox0ZMlIngDwFpT3gpwNGoTAYDnhCRCqq_kRfHFINF86j9byXUCURwww/s320/IMG_2841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443458659488623058" border="0" /></a>Here's a pic with a few things hung up. Now that everything is visible, I'm so glad we took a hit to our checking account years ago when we got the All-Clad pots and pans. But I really need to scrub these babies up!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_mfC3M8ukMuZj8v3wBNGfH4sLJbRktXEU0ejj4OwdUG2NUf6fsgal64reYLw8-Jkhua2uvQKFk1QcrzoyYytHnTX9LDzISZOIGNO1nuBDS4RL8rU7596ld7xlB-QPePAVIDdwXTTr-TY/s1600-h/IMG_2842.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_mfC3M8ukMuZj8v3wBNGfH4sLJbRktXEU0ejj4OwdUG2NUf6fsgal64reYLw8-Jkhua2uvQKFk1QcrzoyYytHnTX9LDzISZOIGNO1nuBDS4RL8rU7596ld7xlB-QPePAVIDdwXTTr-TY/s320/IMG_2842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443459033849754578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">And now I'm left with this. And I said to myself, could it be? An empty shelf in my kitchen?! I'm sure it will fill up fast.<br />(I like to sneak movie quotes into my blog posts...anybody catch it?)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYTMJ9dBT2xuaVb_e0ogue0bpGdaA0y6u_ePSZL-5KtN7InDoPaanjMiwgEladFAbgAsrkratvUsKD8tauga4NRzKUIrOHAVzMdwyDmMwN2ovkj3O3lJGtNmWZ9k_7SyX1UYFdo1N7w8/s1600-h/IMG_2828.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYTMJ9dBT2xuaVb_e0ogue0bpGdaA0y6u_ePSZL-5KtN7InDoPaanjMiwgEladFAbgAsrkratvUsKD8tauga4NRzKUIrOHAVzMdwyDmMwN2ovkj3O3lJGtNmWZ9k_7SyX1UYFdo1N7w8/s320/IMG_2828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443459038120222002" border="0" /></a>One of my favorite snaps from the day...Mr D and his Grampa Pete<br /></div>Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-87213463605315367832010-02-27T09:51:00.003-06:002010-02-27T09:59:34.661-06:00Is this seat taken?This series of pictures cracks me up...Owen usually gets a little bullied by Dylan...but the tables were turned here.<br /><br />I didn't have the good camera nearby, so I missed the sneak-attack. Dylan was just sitting in this little chair, when Owen decided that he would like to sit in that chair. He climbed right behind him and they sat together for a moment (mental snapshot....SO cute!) until Owen apparently started feeling a little cramped. I know, I know...Dylan was there first, but there's so few times when Owen takes charge...I just let him.<br /><br />He might let Dylan take his toys and shrug it off, but this little dude is no pushover!<br /><br />**I clearly need more of these chairs!!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEYR2l7bVNctKrio8NUmGZx2_7q2jvoTvB8jps1uh5z_Nf2cGUM_GBfzUUU6eRMGI9lwSqbx0g8OblHKF-pDUZmZM0HPeSnWl8r_Wi-fShUb_Klgy09aLq40voMqnh5J0Ikv1fmaruO08/s1600-h/DSCF0006.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/AVvXsEiEYR2l7bVNctKrio8NUmGZx2_7q2jvoTvB8jps1uh5z_Nf2cGUM_GBfzUUU6eRMGI9lwSqbx0g8OblHKF-pDUZmZM0HPeSnWl8r_Wi-fShUb_Klgy09aLq40voMqnh5J0Ikv1fmaruO08/s320/DSCF0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442952206044170578" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqvsriqmKHsXgQP4jwxK9iZasl6B03kKUGEQGgzobOnFcKXyHegSpAHQIvIw9UMWIU2xPJnSnhUV_VnEyuDTSmOE16HHrdU5blo5-1pVPDzZVl1zxnfCEUaIljYfgJWgkneoJRpBCYFCY/s1600-h/DSCF0007.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/AVvXsEjqvsriqmKHsXgQP4jwxK9iZasl6B03kKUGEQGgzobOnFcKXyHegSpAHQIvIw9UMWIU2xPJnSnhUV_VnEyuDTSmOE16HHrdU5blo5-1pVPDzZVl1zxnfCEUaIljYfgJWgkneoJRpBCYFCY/s320/DSCF0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442952210381415058" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirVmO9T87qkf79dhePHwMUptYZ_N_KaEi_65Vvk0OilKgCR3UuYncOdjJV5je6HP4seYe2UW0YkWIaAZwDB32AQA7lH9Al4979vqXgqecKteegDvIgNDWeI57tcI61UIU-sA1eI3TJvpk/s1600-h/DSCF0010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirVmO9T87qkf79dhePHwMUptYZ_N_KaEi_65Vvk0OilKgCR3UuYncOdjJV5je6HP4seYe2UW0YkWIaAZwDB32AQA7lH9Al4979vqXgqecKteegDvIgNDWeI57tcI61UIU-sA1eI3TJvpk/s320/DSCF0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442952233144009346" border="0" /></a><br />The victor!<br /></div>Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-34026650658561380012010-02-24T20:58:00.007-06:002010-02-24T21:23:26.417-06:00EthanismsOh, I try so hard to keep a straight face, but this kid is seriously funny...but I don't think he's trying to be!<br /><br />"My Uncle Marty...you know him? Well, I'm going to make him a Valentine because I haven't sent him one yet"<br /><br />This is especially funny because Uncle Marty is <span style="font-style: italic;">my </span>Uncle, but that's cool...Ethan's memory is incredible. He has seen Marty, who lives in AZ, a few times...and still remembers exactly which cars he brought Ethan as a gift. As far as the Valentine...well, it's February 24th, so maybe we'll just send an Ethan original drawing instead. Hi, Marty!!<br /><br />"Emma realized something. She realized that she had a green St Olaf cup"<br /><br />Seriously, do 3-year-olds use the word "realized"?? The "St Olaf cup" is really a small Nalgene bottle with a sippy top. Ethan has one that has "St Olaf College" on the side. The other day, I was at Target and picked him up a Nalgene that looks pretty much like it, and now he calls it his "New St Olaf cup" even though it doesn't have "St Olaf College" on it anywhere. He went on to say that he needed 4 blue St Olaf cups and that next time I go to Target I should get more and it would fill up many bags. And then he told me that there were red, green, and pink St Olaf cups, be he only wanted blue. He was so serious while telling me all of this...it was hard to act like I was taking him seriously, so I just had to crack up afterward.<br /><br />A few nights ago, I was laying with Ethan in his bed at bedtime and we were discussing our Springtime plans (Ethan says often, "I'm sick of Winter and snow!" Amen!) and he was listing off the things he thought we should plant in our garden (we're going to make a better effort this year!)...apparently, amongst our tomatoes, carrots, and peas he wants to plant bananas. I think he understood why we still had to buy bananas at the store, but it sure would be fun if we <span style="font-style: italic;">could </span>grow bananas in our backyard!<br /><br />Whenever we are telling/asking Ethan to do something, we usually make sure he's heard us by asking him if he understands....recently I asked him, "Do you understand what I'm saying?" and he replied, "I understand, but I don't know what you are saying" So funny.<br /><br />I can't believe that's all I have written down for Ethan gems. He is so funny and is constantly making us laugh, and pull our hair out at the same time. Three is such an interesting age. He's so smart and trying so hard to figure out the World, and we're trying really hard to help him do it.<br /><br />I love this picture...he's all wound up playing football with his brothers and he has those crazy eyes!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi86F-0QCZT7ELC8inNpyUldnYLj7ry8xTH6ah3EaeeDBNTtZmI22B66AdsPhxVXYWy8Q8EgaeKMHV7mJBSC4_z6BROKcQl59djxOLJ9jLkAVtl2oawcjFKdp0x72ef0MzWzNKMRwre6u0/s1600-h/IMG_2775.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi86F-0QCZT7ELC8inNpyUldnYLj7ry8xTH6ah3EaeeDBNTtZmI22B66AdsPhxVXYWy8Q8EgaeKMHV7mJBSC4_z6BROKcQl59djxOLJ9jLkAVtl2oawcjFKdp0x72ef0MzWzNKMRwre6u0/s320/IMG_2775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442015353238963154" border="0" /></a>Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-45907614537050054012010-02-13T14:52:00.001-06:002010-02-13T21:09:10.105-06:00Catching up with D & Owen!!This one is about the "little" guys, but I just can't risk forgetting to document this little gem from last night. Ethan was sitting on one of the island chairs playing with his cars, dropping them from the island into his Cars suitcase, which was open on the floor below. One car missed the target and landed on the floor...so Ethan said to me, "Mommy, can you put that car into my suitcase? That would be very helpful!" I immediately looked over at Liz and I think both of us were simultaneously trying not to laugh...or cry. It was so sweet. I went over and put the car in his suitcase and he said, "Thank you, that was very nice" I made sure to thank him for asking me so nicely, and for being so polite. Oh. My. Gosh. That totally makes up for some of the other things he's been yelling lately...like, "Leave me alone. I know what I need to do" Okay, are you 3 or 13?!<br /><br />*****<br /><br />D & Owen were 14 months old on Feb 8th!! This is a total hodge-podge with no rhyme or reason, but here is the latest!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0hscmRtfXxP4ncTsyFR7TRrkPRDglfdXUNtVZjySWSA2vqVv6kB8u6ova7TpKeGVk6SB1li3H6xQWrI_XwV1956dKoShGqaOkJkG130PExjOkoU2NZRzizVIkPlJ-IvA2ZTWLnzJuHMk/s1600-h/DSCF0144.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/AVvXsEj0hscmRtfXxP4ncTsyFR7TRrkPRDglfdXUNtVZjySWSA2vqVv6kB8u6ova7TpKeGVk6SB1li3H6xQWrI_XwV1956dKoShGqaOkJkG130PExjOkoU2NZRzizVIkPlJ-IvA2ZTWLnzJuHMk/s320/DSCF0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437830356140755858" border="0" /></a>I'm going to pinch those cheeks, Owen!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdDZEMOy7Q_kXDo0hiiNNIAX2uQOGBPnBsIww1uXqfqr61EZomskpveYumTcGHzrJd62j2EIMFpCkR1hdmGqHDctQK_G2_lyG74yuelYeEOBfRceTMnh3VjII2jnHnkWj1OYK7du7fCaM/s1600-h/IMG_2721+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdDZEMOy7Q_kXDo0hiiNNIAX2uQOGBPnBsIww1uXqfqr61EZomskpveYumTcGHzrJd62j2EIMFpCkR1hdmGqHDctQK_G2_lyG74yuelYeEOBfRceTMnh3VjII2jnHnkWj1OYK7du7fCaM/s320/IMG_2721+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437832620143235810" border="0" /></a><br />Dylan looks so cute in a hat, I can't wait for Springtime!!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">*****<br /></div></div><br />Dylan is 100% walking now. I think since about early January...maybe late December. It seems like it's been awhile now. It's so cute. He's actually starting to really pick up some speed too...coming in for running hugs. It helps that he's now bending his knees when he walks...for awhile there it was a stiff-leg waddle, but it got him from A to B.<br /><br />Owen could walk if he wanted to. In fact, the past few days he has been taking a few steps here and there when prompted. He can free-stand, and walk along objects, but I think he's a little too cautious. He's a speed demon with the crawling though!<br /><br />There has been a LOT of talking lately. They are big on the "D"s so of course, they can say "Dada". Dylan will say "Mama" clear as day sometimes, but not as much as other words. They do a lot of "Mum"...but it's usually when they are blowing bubbles...you know, with all their drool....cute?? They also say "Uh oh", and "bye bye". One of my favorite things right now is when they climb into their little play-house/tent and wave while saying "bye bye." They are clapping lots too, and playing "peek a boo"...so cute. For the most part, there is just a ton of babbling, yelling, screeching...they definitely have something to say. A favorite game of mine is to ask Ethan what he thinks they are trying to say to us, and he will typically come up with something very funny, or sweet, like "Dylan is saying he wants to hug me."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigFzomLKeAOKM1YPgjhkaNNaIc-zRcmVMF3E7VGWfVY1Ymi-I0ruMlvXOtNYqFgSKZCecSiwjoL4xsnG6zy_hL5GisLKQ2RvBiQpmJiLFcLJewG-di4PTgfSUAo3P0b7REU13YUH16iec/s1600-h/DSCF0117.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/AVvXsEigFzomLKeAOKM1YPgjhkaNNaIc-zRcmVMF3E7VGWfVY1Ymi-I0ruMlvXOtNYqFgSKZCecSiwjoL4xsnG6zy_hL5GisLKQ2RvBiQpmJiLFcLJewG-di4PTgfSUAo3P0b7REU13YUH16iec/s320/DSCF0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437829616558743234" border="0" /></a><br />We throw a blanket over the play-house tent and it's like a cave...they love it.<br /></div><br />They are so snuggly and affectionate...crawling or walking over to check in and give us a hug, before going off to play again.<br /><br />They are super physical...one thing that I could live without is them climbing up on the couch. Owen just recently started doing this and he is SO proud of himself when he gets up there. He doesn't yet really respect the edges of the couch though, and has to be watched really carefully. We usually put up our flexible play gates to block off the couch, leaving us nowhere to sit!<br /><br />They are just like their older brother in that they LOVE vehicles. Playing with the little cars is fun for everyone if Ethan decides to be good about sharing. We have like 500 little cars...I'm trying to convince E that there are enough to go around for at least 3 boys!! They like to drive them around on the floor and I swear they are making car sounds now. Owen cracks me up when he drives two at once, because he is just a little boy on wheels and knees crawling around. We also have 3 riding vehicles in our house (crazy!)...a tractor, a motorcycle and a Spiderman-mobile. D & Owen are getting big enough to get up on these and ride them around a little bit. But, they aren't that great about the dismount...and sometimes think it's fun to stand up on them. Another thing to watch out for!!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjjmiq_eQ3nFrDdZMlWS5DSLUMojrCvt1I053us48dRy79fASxU-SbEEq8bhyphenhyphenAznB8e2yK7Bnehv-ZuDgRdKoaE2rY1IFmyt78sMs4iVRFP4LmgI-Em04q_aq2tq6xnfCTcR1eQ0qtXEY/s1600-h/IMG_2737.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjjmiq_eQ3nFrDdZMlWS5DSLUMojrCvt1I053us48dRy79fASxU-SbEEq8bhyphenhyphenAznB8e2yK7Bnehv-ZuDgRdKoaE2rY1IFmyt78sMs4iVRFP4LmgI-Em04q_aq2tq6xnfCTcR1eQ0qtXEY/s320/IMG_2737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437829040279576786" border="0" /></a><br />Owen standing on the motorcycle and making Mommy nervous!<br /></div><br />Owen makes the funniest faces...he is super expressive. One of the best (and most comical) is his cranky face when he furrows his brows and makes an over-the-top pout. He is such a even-keeled kid these days and so smiley, that it is just hard to take the pout face seriously. Owen is also an eating champ. I can't believe I just wrote that!! It used to be so hard to feed Owen when he was a baby. He oftentimes drank less formula than Dylan and was really finicky about it...feedings took forever!! Now that they eat all "real" food, he's a monster. Sometimes I get worried about how fast he eats, but he never seems to have any issue with too much in his mouth at once. He's like a chipmunk with room to store food in those cheeks of his! He's not very picky and will pretty much eat whatever is on his tray...I think he might close in on that 3-lb difference to Dylan sometime soon!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2qB4iG2TlpT8PXFTPYvCU8ETMH4dfBaOhwANsMAOK7Z-3MoSHFW2Yz-bsZN5yLCdlWWGEZwf_CpGjD4_UttU5waUITTu6sJOsOB49ayuSb167q73HnlBo6qy6UzF5v47pct2uY57W2ik/s1600-h/IMG_2673.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2qB4iG2TlpT8PXFTPYvCU8ETMH4dfBaOhwANsMAOK7Z-3MoSHFW2Yz-bsZN5yLCdlWWGEZwf_CpGjD4_UttU5waUITTu6sJOsOB49ayuSb167q73HnlBo6qy6UzF5v47pct2uY57W2ik/s320/IMG_2673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437828639652782930" border="0" /></a><br />Owen's cranky face<br /></div><br />Dylan still has a great appetite, but is pickier. He will simply turn his head away and refuse to acknowledge the spoon...or, if it's finger food, throw it on the floor with authority! If he keeps this up, Owen will definitely close that weight gap! I like to refer to D as my gentle "giant"...he is really sensitive, needs a lot of attention, will hang on my legs and check in for hugs more often than Owen, who is pretty comfortable doing his own thing. D is really into his blankets, or "softies" as we call them (because that's what Ethan refers to his blankets as). He is usually carrying one around, or draping it around his shoulders or head (Confession time: the other day he had the blanket draped over his head and walked right into the garbage can...and I laughed...he wasn't hurt, and it was kinda funny!), and then he does this thing with his tongue that I can only describe as sucking on a pacifier without the pacifier. Whatever it is, it's adorable.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw_WbEiTEw2E_niu6L3t8AcE5wwmSzvkEeRnEgPafPgE9uZ9l-a-xFOJ0FIyp5LjFd0b9kLZmcCnNXb92tsAcdZkJbtViLXsYSKxhsp_yAyHouQXQWeMcWjT3AxmyEm4orF_KbVchBq7Y/s1600-h/DSCF0147.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw_WbEiTEw2E_niu6L3t8AcE5wwmSzvkEeRnEgPafPgE9uZ9l-a-xFOJ0FIyp5LjFd0b9kLZmcCnNXb92tsAcdZkJbtViLXsYSKxhsp_yAyHouQXQWeMcWjT3AxmyEm4orF_KbVchBq7Y/s320/DSCF0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437830358125680802" border="0" /></a><br />Dylan with one of his "softies"<br /></div><br />They are into "reading" books, playing the piano, listening to music. They also put Ethan's music players and play-phones up to their ears. They know how stuff works and they want to do EVERYTHING!!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOsX-lWzXDoHM4jQa15VQtNqOht-52xpN4e-j-VbTgw90FvXbFBaVIS9wMObHi-52pKjCQ-uGgUk5jw5fl6TDSk1zCQmj9wgmi6vhvrVHIeJU_vqoiCJOMGZhSO150eMzfz4mWAWNB0Xo/s1600-h/IMG_2801.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOsX-lWzXDoHM4jQa15VQtNqOht-52xpN4e-j-VbTgw90FvXbFBaVIS9wMObHi-52pKjCQ-uGgUk5jw5fl6TDSk1zCQmj9wgmi6vhvrVHIeJU_vqoiCJOMGZhSO150eMzfz4mWAWNB0Xo/s320/IMG_2801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437831792583518322" border="0" /></a><br />Owen's favorites are the books with the googly eyes...it's true, they are fun!<br /></div><br />They are pretty good sleepers. Still rocking the nighttime sleep, and taking two naps, most of the time. I think we are right in the middle of the two-naps to one-nap transition. That was closer to 18-months with Ethan I think, but they can really protest their afternoon naps some days, and then I have some REALLY tired babies on my hands. And, as much as we try to push back bedtime, it still falls around 6/6:30. And they get up around 7 (but it was 6am a few times last week...oy!) Owen sucks his thumb when he's going to sleep, and Dylan does his "tongue thing."<br /><br />Like I wrote above, they are pretty good eaters and are eating "real" food...we still do some Gerber Graduate meals and Gerber fruits and veggies, but for the most part they are eating the same food as us. What limits us now is that they can't use utensils yet...I guess I just haven't been that brave yet. SO much mess!...like there isn't enough now with finger-food eating! I think their hand-eye coordination is probably getting close to being good enough to try this out. I can't wait!! Dylan drinks whole milk, and Owen drinks 1% now. Owen was having some spitting up issues when we switched from formula to milk, so we thought that he might be lactose-intolerant or something. So, we switched to Lactaid. Still had issues. So, we switched to Soy Milk. Then he got a fever and broke into a rash...could have been coincidence, but why risk it?! One day there were no other options in the house, so Gramma tried 1% and we've been good ever since!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKCsmsp4kGqPfNl97gtW7F41bBCwcf9PE38_Vcf7g8tZp0KmT-QaHCqwkopBmsXCcd_UFLfoMOuAnBlvbFVaYoBlQfwQ9pBgX3kkZtZprJ57cM4axiC0FBwrIiOGa_pJ_J3DNYsYNQqbQ/s1600-h/IMG_2797.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKCsmsp4kGqPfNl97gtW7F41bBCwcf9PE38_Vcf7g8tZp0KmT-QaHCqwkopBmsXCcd_UFLfoMOuAnBlvbFVaYoBlQfwQ9pBgX3kkZtZprJ57cM4axiC0FBwrIiOGa_pJ_J3DNYsYNQqbQ/s320/IMG_2797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437831799286754498" border="0" /></a><br />Lunchtime was a disaster today...Mommy let the boys eat her pasta bake...with red sauce!! Sometimes you have to get messy!!<br /></div><br />Each of the boys is so different and it's amazing to see their personalities! It will be interesting to see if our theories pan out...Ethan, the musician, Owen, the thespian, and Dylan, the jock. Whatever it be, each one of them has their own way of just making me melt to pieces!Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423845692856810975.post-21626658856984564822010-02-10T22:13:00.005-06:002010-02-10T22:28:14.953-06:00Last post?Going on hiatus until I figure out what to do with this blog...it's not like I post often, anyway.<br /><br />Until then, here are some pictures of Ethan and his snow-man, "Snow-Bob"...that he built with his best friend, Liz, last week when we got some good sticky snow.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3R4tpl3V5tzNVL4YqrXmFc5WbSTHSy2CeYGbyAfy-6U0QPMQex9qM68hi0ERUpJ5YXiBnSvFs0-I9mt7qUW4g0UIXL7wghZlIi4NT3qyCTzpKbz3pzRYE3dyMYzewH1eHlt4gw0fVw5Y/s1600-h/DSCF0138.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3R4tpl3V5tzNVL4YqrXmFc5WbSTHSy2CeYGbyAfy-6U0QPMQex9qM68hi0ERUpJ5YXiBnSvFs0-I9mt7qUW4g0UIXL7wghZlIi4NT3qyCTzpKbz3pzRYE3dyMYzewH1eHlt4gw0fVw5Y/s320/DSCF0138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436836704732979858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjGSJKN_WPS-H_FS_GS0dhan_nxb5tB7Dcwmb9Hwz5NyDhG27I-PiqzO9ppD6k-sHKXv0fIt6nIksqg_AiuBn2aoxJ0uuVc4ZgN6hYlgee6z-RM3refYpge3B02Nt8FJHdgb6coiyAFQk/s1600-h/DSCF0139.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/AVvXsEhjGSJKN_WPS-H_FS_GS0dhan_nxb5tB7Dcwmb9Hwz5NyDhG27I-PiqzO9ppD6k-sHKXv0fIt6nIksqg_AiuBn2aoxJ0uuVc4ZgN6hYlgee6z-RM3refYpge3B02Nt8FJHdgb6coiyAFQk/s320/DSCF0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436836708863406898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSa9PIfFgatubQXhz4nRthrKZ7HJORSwN3HI3Bwqc20l4DzN048lGd_n3oIlnqglr0Ki9-Ajpvl-0NO6vYuhywnb2R9IHgatLu4v08SQcKcCoA0aljd6Gtnfg6gFTXFercMP5od6ZAHFo/s1600-h/DSCF0143.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSa9PIfFgatubQXhz4nRthrKZ7HJORSwN3HI3Bwqc20l4DzN048lGd_n3oIlnqglr0Ki9-Ajpvl-0NO6vYuhywnb2R9IHgatLu4v08SQcKcCoA0aljd6Gtnfg6gFTXFercMP5od6ZAHFo/s320/DSCF0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436836719491870850" border="0" /></a>Could these two <span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;">be </span>any cuter? I submit that they could NOT!Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04758336855075082395noreply@blogger.com3