tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34122521767169666192024-03-05T22:19:38.694-06:00This crazy life of ours...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.comBlogger965125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-70495029196165312252011-01-01T23:01:00.002-06:002011-01-01T23:12:55.522-06:00The EndHere is the very last post on this blog.<br />Why?<br /><br />I HAVE A NEW BLOG!!!!!!!<br /><br />Finally.<br />It was a couple months overdue.<br />It made me feel guilty. Leaving out my 5th darling.<br />So what is the new blog address?<br /><br /><a href="http://mom2mycrew.blogspot.com/">http://mom2mycrew.blogspot.com</a><br /><br />See how I didn't put a number limit on my kids in this blog address?<br />Because you never know.<br />What if I end up with more kids?<br />I would be changing my blog again.<br />And again.<br />And again.<br /><br />Just kidding.<br />I think.<br /><br />The panic is starting to set in now.<br /><br />Okay...back to the farewell for this blog.<br />I have had this blog since December of 2008. I am finishing it with 960-something posts to it. Crazy right?<br /><br />Is this blog disappearing forever?<br /><br />NO--I am not deleting it. I am just going to leave it alone. Until I have it printed into a book. You know they can do that right? Well...they can. I absolutely want a hard copy of this blog for my kids to see. What I wrote about them. Our lives. My cranky moods. My happy moods. My serious to the bone moods.<br /><br />If you feel so inclined to read the next blog of mine, please do!<br />Drop me a line on the new blog! I love getting comments (who doesn't? Unless they are mean in which case...don't.)! I also love reading others' blogs so please make sure to let me know your blog address so I can check it out!<br />If you have enjoyed the journey on this blog and decide that is enough for you for now, that is okay too.<br />I left the blog url without a number limit on my kids. Because you just never know.<br /><br /><a href="http://mom2mycrew.blogspot.com/">http://mom2mycrew.blogspot.com</a><br /><br /><br />Much Love,<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/216/ED99BEB940642E16BD08C9458E6DE730.png" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-18574496389475934062010-12-30T23:13:00.001-06:002010-12-30T23:13:14.150-06:00Super simple short story in pictures<p>As I was clicking away the other day (taking photos of Cooper if you must know) I turned a little to the right to capture something else.</p> <p>My first born child doing something over and over and over again.</p> <p>It made me smile. Remembering when I had to explain how to do what she was doing now as if she were a professional.</p> <p> </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TR1mWHLaQGI/AAAAAAAAF0w/66Lhk2_SXOc/s1600-h/086%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="086" border="0" alt="086" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TR1mWuZOQWI/AAAAAAAAF00/0B9CjWiYJwo/086_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" height="240" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TR1mXK1W_QI/AAAAAAAAF04/JgkAb0Q9y8Q/s1600-h/087%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="087" border="0" alt="087" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TR1mXsNnP6I/AAAAAAAAF08/EZLS5QDX318/087_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" height="240" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TR1mYJf2AHI/AAAAAAAAF1A/Tfwk5OGxyUo/s1600-h/088%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="088" border="0" alt="088" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TR1mYmMLcuI/AAAAAAAAF1E/3IOzOvWgX0M/088_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" height="240" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TR1mY-D7NQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/GjHhp96A4sM/s1600-h/089%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="089" border="0" alt="089" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TR1mZb6NbVI/AAAAAAAAF1M/adxnSWpIDP8/089_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" height="240" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TR1mZ0jlTEI/AAAAAAAAF1Q/ghVNQhGdWNw/s1600-h/090%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="090" border="0" alt="090" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TR1maX9RdfI/AAAAAAAAF1U/HZ98G7_GoRU/090_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" height="240" /></a></p> <p>Blowing bubbles with her gum and then popping them.</p> <p>Stormy still hasn’t mastered this quite difficult skill. It does take practice and patience. I’m not sure when she will learn. Her big sister is quite the pro now. As you can tell.</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-60377962496093197192010-12-30T06:52:00.000-06:002010-12-30T06:52:00.527-06:00Last of the Christmas celebrations for us<p>The last celebration we went to was to my father-in-law’s and his wife’s house. I also say that because it seems weird to call her step-mother-in-law. Anyways…</p> <p>Ron (my father-in-law) and his wife, Linda, spoil the kids and me rotten. In a good way. I’m not talking about the presents; that’s nice too but in this case I’m talking about the kind words they use about the kids and me. Paul too of course. But me? They don’t have to do or say anything nice. But they do. That’s the kind of people they are. I feel very blessed to have them in my life. I hope they know that.</p> <p>Back to Christmas celebration with them. The presents! My big girls got TONS of stuff for their American Girl Dolls. Which they adore!! Connor got a Batman Learning laptop. Sage got a Madame Alexander doll—that came with an i-Pod for the doll that Stormy is now convinced she needs one—and tons of stuff for her doll. Cooper got some pajamas and this really big dog. A huge stuffed, softer than soft dog WHICH I LOVE because it is the closest thing he will have for a dog for a long while! Paul and I got some wonderful stuff for the kitchen. A couple of months ago Ron asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I told him, “My selfish want is a Kitchen Aid mixer.” He later called and asked if Santa was going to get that item, what color would I like. I told him, “white or silver. But it really is selfish for me to want that.” He told me thanks for the info.  He and Linda got me my selfish want item. I hope they didn’t see me tearing up after opening the gift. It really was way too much. I also got a waffle iron a week ago. It was one they didn’t use.  </p> <p>Want to know what Shayne’s favorite part of the whole night is?</p> <p>The food. More specifically, the brisket that Linda’s son (-in-law) smoked. Shayne is a serious carnivore. I ate two plates of food. I should’ve worn my maternity pants because my jeans were cutting off circulation. The food was de.lic.ious!</p> <p>Now for a few pics.</p> <p>My FIL and Cooper. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwQKBBcp-I/AAAAAAAAF0Q/RNPmueiSi_M/s1600-h/150%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="150" border="0" alt="150" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwQK8buH8I/AAAAAAAAF0U/vT2ZNkmN8Hs/150_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="285" height="428" /></a></p> <p>Sage & Logan---I LOVE this picture!!!!</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwQLryrF1I/AAAAAAAAF0Y/hLByzaePD-M/s1600-h/154%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="154" border="0" alt="154" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwQMKAI2DI/AAAAAAAAF0c/HTAxVmx9QUo/154_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="535" height="428" /></a></p> <p>The girls checking out their goody bags.</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwQM-atbvI/AAAAAAAAF0g/qUOr32J-G5o/s1600-h/156%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="156" border="0" alt="156" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwQNste7kI/AAAAAAAAF0k/nWPdXHyPHds/156_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="610" height="407" /></a> </p> <p>Connor…very excited about his gifts!</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwQOcnHcxI/AAAAAAAAF0o/TG9Od-VWoBA/s1600-h/158%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="158" border="0" alt="158" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwQPEwieDI/AAAAAAAAF0s/pDVeWrFxA0c/158_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="610" height="407" /></a></p> <p>Ron & Linda~</p> <p>Thank you for everything. Not just the material stuff. I am very lucky to have you both in my life.</p> <p>Debbie</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-31714553273814153532010-12-29T22:26:00.001-06:002010-12-29T22:26:02.466-06:00The second part of Christmas<p>We headed to my mother-in-law’s house. The kids got some great presents there! Stormy got a calculator that prints receipts. That was something she specifically asked for. Shayne got her own mp3 player; which Stormy now wants. Connor got this motor thing that he can take apart and put back together and the Woody figure (I just can’t put doll for my son) that he asked for. Sage got a lap-top. Leapfrog one that is. Cooper got the activity tummy time mat I asked for and a case of diapers (WAHOO! I love those gifts!!). Paul got what I told his sister to tell his mom that he wanted. A wheelbarrow. And a shovel. That’s just Paul. My gifts from my mother-in-law were wonderful. She got me the chain that I can put my little people charms on. And guess what else…</p> <p>Season 4 of “Golden Girls”. As soon as I opened it my kids groaned. They don’t like Goldie Girls like me. But they do know the theme song to it. HA! It’s only fair. I had to watch “Dallas” when I was young.</p> <p>Paul also had a gift for me at his mom’s house. It was the charm for Cooper for my necklace. Now I have 5 little people on the necklace. I could’ve cried. I actually didn’t know my gifts this year. It was nice. </p> <p>Now for a few pictures…</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwJrAqiTCI/AAAAAAAAFzE/Q_BMy8LOtog/s1600-h/227%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="227" border="0" alt="227" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwJriuBIuI/AAAAAAAAFzI/XB6laLz2CtA/227_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="610" height="407" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwJstYT4xI/AAAAAAAAFzM/CTx78XB38Js/s1600-h/237%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="237" border="0" alt="237" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwJtnPMEAI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/ylHkTvKNS1k/237_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="610" height="407" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwJueBhlvI/AAAAAAAAFzU/6JRZ2s-ZiVU/s1600-h/246%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="246" border="0" alt="246" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwJvBUIjrI/AAAAAAAAFzY/2LEvG5PZXCs/246_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="610" height="407" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwJvxQKuEI/AAAAAAAAFzc/k6DRucENwpQ/s1600-h/288%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="288" border="0" alt="288" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwJwRccSHI/AAAAAAAAFzg/HFQJCSChF3k/288_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="610" height="407" /></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwJxAh0CXI/AAAAAAAAFzk/h76p6dTUFgo/s1600-h/381%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="381" border="0" alt="381" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwJxnj2_II/AAAAAAAAFzo/OYmNjk1VTNs/381_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="610" height="407" /></a></p> <p>Something we have done since Christmas 2008 was have Sage and her cousin Logan pose together in the yellow chair. We did the same this year. My lens (that I have been having issues with) wasn’t cooperating with me so much so it is a little blurry but at least I have it. And one of the two of them hugging.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwJyCB7XmI/AAAAAAAAFzs/oQA5xMt1LaY/s1600-h/390%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="390" border="0" alt="390" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwJyvyQc5I/AAAAAAAAFzw/3SJ7fgtIo8I/390_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="285" height="428" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwJzFE7miI/AAAAAAAAFz0/H6HeLAClAiw/s1600-h/394%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="394" border="0" alt="394" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwJzh-Ou7I/AAAAAAAAFz4/De0DrUz4Y-A/394_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="285" height="428" /></a></p> <p>Pretty sweet right?</p> <p>Of course we did a family shot. And I did pictures of everyone’s else's families too. I need to check with them to see if they mind if I share them though. And a grandkids pic. But I will share a one of my mother-in-law with her kids.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwJ0YH6MSI/AAAAAAAAFz8/Dh0kJGV5vUY/s1600-h/346%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="346" border="0" alt="346" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwJ02FBKgI/AAAAAAAAF0A/UPCROvMjaN0/346_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="285" height="428" /></a> </p> <p>These three together. My brother-in-law, Eric. One biggest, kindest guys I know. But still such a guy. My sister-in-law, Carrie. She loves my kids so much. If I ever need a sitter and she doesn’t have plans, she willingly watches my kids. And the kids love her. My mother-in-law, Penny. She is the Mom’s Mom. She is a wonderful mother and mother-in-law.And she makes turkey gravy to die for. And I think I have talked about Paul before on this blog right (hardy har)? He’s the bald guy in the picture. I love him with all my heart. </p> <p>Now for our family photo on Christmas day. </p> <p>Before I show you let me say this: Sage didn’t get to nap. Connor never looks. Cooper was looking…for who knows. Shayne, of course, is the model and Stormy is quickly following her footsteps!</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwJ1iaVBBI/AAAAAAAAF0E/mes-Zq2NlKU/s1600-h/364%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="364" border="0" alt="364" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRwJ2VrDMvI/AAAAAAAAF0M/5mz9Z5twVD8/364_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="535" height="428" /></a></p> <p>We still have one more Christmas celebration to go after this. I’m not sure of how many pictures I have from it so I will get back with you soon!</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-48102833195692139542010-12-28T15:05:00.002-06:002010-12-29T17:24:25.593-06:00Christmas morning 2010 at my house in pictures:<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRpRECIzcmI/AAAAAAAAFy8/rk2iIWyqSmU/s1600-h/Christmas%20Collage%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 539px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; HEIGHT: 492px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" title="Christmas Collage" border="0" alt="Christmas Collage" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRpRFQXywjI/AAAAAAAAFzA/kRGKrTKVqbY/Christmas%20Collage_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="960" height="768" /></a></p><p>We had to get our kids up. Seriously. How many kids do you know that sleep in on Christmas morning?</p><p>Have I mentioned how much I love my kids?</p><p>I can’t even describe to you the looks on their faces upon seeing their presents. It brings tears of joy to my eyes. The small amount of stuff my kids get makes them so happy. I say that because we really haven’t gone overboard on presents for our kids in the past few Christmases. I do that also because they don’t need everything under the moon. I want them to be thankful for what they do get. And they are. Which is why I get them anything at all. The big girls got their DSi’s. Connor of course, got the dirt bike-bicycle he asked for. And Sage got a bike too. Cooper got his jumper-activity thing. He will be using it before I know it. The kids also got some clothes. The girls got their own make-up cases with some Hello Kitty nail-polish. Now you may be thinking they are too young for a make-up case. It is like a Caboodle kit with a lock. The lock was necessary to keep certain younger siblings out of the nail polish and chapsticks {ahem—SAGE}. Connor also got a Leapster with a Batman game. That was a preventative measure on my part. I didn’t want the war in the house over who was touching who’s gaming system. Sage also got one—a Leapster, that is (a used one from my sister-in-law that her son no longer played with. She doesn’t know or care that it wasn’t brand new!!).</p><p>What did Paul get?</p><p>Socks and undies. And the black Nunchuk for the Wii. And tee-shirt. And…Call of Duty sleeping boxers. Try not to be jealous over these hot gifts.</p><p>What did I get?</p><p>The rotary cutter I wanted and the mat for it. And some ribbon. Again—don’t be jealous or anything. </p><p>HA!</p><p>Seriously that is what I asked for. Well that and Golden Girls on DVD. Which I didn’t get from him. Our anniversary is next month {hint hint honey}. </p><p>I know. How odd that is what I want right? Well…no one ever said I was normal! </p><p>After we got done opening presents and tearing up the living room with joy, we got all showered and headed to my mother-in-law’s for Christmas there.</p><p>That is coming up in a post later.</p><p>We have one more Christmas gathering to go to this evening and I am still in my pj’s.</p><p>______________________________________________________________________________</p><p>another note on what today is (December 28th).</p><p>My Dad’s birthday. He would’ve been 61 today had he not passed away in 1981—when I was almost 3.</p><p>So Dad—Happy Birthday wherever you are.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-18952351130816747702010-12-27T19:11:00.001-06:002010-12-27T19:11:03.723-06:00What our Christmas Eve 2010 looked like:<p>We did things a little differently this year.</p> <p>We made a huge (for us) holiday meal. We even cooked a turkey for the first time EVER. Of course, the usual holiday sides as well.  Paul even made Au-Rotten Potatoes. I mean Au-Gross to the core. I think they are really supposed to be called Au Gratin Potatoes but you couldn’t prove it by me. The smell alone is enough to make me head for the hills.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRk4-rl2tXI/AAAAAAAAFx0/NEBusUEFof0/s1600-h/Christmas%20Eve%20Collage%201%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Christmas Eve Collage 1" border="0" alt="Christmas Eve Collage 1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRk4_DGcndI/AAAAAAAAFx4/QZHN7UpqKzc/Christmas%20Eve%20Collage%201_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="610" height="305" /></a></p> <p>We also did our usual single kid posing in front of the tree/presents. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRk4_oYpGzI/AAAAAAAAFx8/Nrh8jCI_Rek/s1600-h/Christmas%20Eve%20collage%202%5B10%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Christmas Eve collage 2" border="0" alt="Christmas Eve collage 2" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRk5AHV5oWI/AAAAAAAAFyA/wAiliJ2_Uyo/Christmas%20Eve%20collage%202_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="610" height="305" /></a></p> <p>And of course we followed that with the family and kids only photos.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRk5AzBPpWI/AAAAAAAAFyE/-ITVn1g8w_Q/s1600-h/Christmas%20Eve%20Collage%203%5B10%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Christmas Eve Collage 3" border="0" alt="Christmas Eve Collage 3" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRk5BV2dsJI/AAAAAAAAFyI/oTmbdVijvec/Christmas%20Eve%20Collage%203_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="610" height="305" /></a></p> <p>Something we did that we haven’t done in years?</p> <p>We invited my twinkie over. Two of her kids weren’t able to come because they went to their dad’s grandparent’s house for their Christmas get together. Someone that did come with her that we haven’t seen in awhile because she moved away with her father?</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRk5CKNbqEI/AAAAAAAAFyM/KRmKdLWfolk/s1600-h/045%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="045" border="0" alt="045" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRk5Cj837OI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/tRxFD784-bc/045_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="610" height="407" /></a></p> <p align="center">My niece! {go ahead and steal this picture B. I know you want to}</p> <p align="center">She got to meet Cooper for the first time.</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRk5DW9SUxI/AAAAAAAAFyU/ihgPDtm-TFY/s1600-h/012%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="012" border="0" alt="012" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRk5DvzNKAI/AAAAAAAAFyY/doybJCwib5Q/012_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="285" height="428" /></a></p> <p align="center">She also got to pose with each kid because they were so happy to see her. </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRk5E9QX3tI/AAAAAAAAFyc/LuR3xvYa1uY/s1600-h/040%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="040" border="0" alt="040" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRk5FQMhxdI/AAAAAAAAFyg/hynbikCTpt0/040_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="160" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRk5GL1E3OI/AAAAAAAAFyk/m0knKOIWk8w/s1600-h/041%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="041" border="0" alt="041" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRk5HKQ-DsI/AAAAAAAAFyo/sok-nWRRFWo/041_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="160" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRk5HxYfudI/AAAAAAAAFys/fm9UaJO3e9k/s1600-h/043%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="043" border="0" alt="043" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRk5InHjXYI/AAAAAAAAFyw/FLOzNO3_2zs/043_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="160" /></a></p> <p align="center"></p> <p align="center"></p> <p align="center">Well except Connor because he found my iPod. And ear-pieces. </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRk5JUXgxGI/AAAAAAAAFy0/aqWJVdIrq1Q/s1600-h/051%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="051" border="0" alt="051" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRk5JpFJekI/AAAAAAAAFy4/9ZtYmXiPlrM/051_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="285" height="428" /></a></p> <p align="center">He was busy.</p> <p>After we all ate, all the adults helped clean up the dinner mess. Then my twinkie had to boogie out because it was time to get the other kids. It was also time for baths and bed around here because Santa doesn’t come unless you are sleeping.</p> <p>Guess what happened next?</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-37235998101046477002010-12-24T20:44:00.001-06:002010-12-24T20:44:02.070-06:00quick note…<p><font color="#ff0000" size="7"></font></p> <p><font color="#ff0000" size="7">MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!</font></p> <p> </p> <p>I will post about our whole holiday in a couple of days! </p> <p>Wishing you all the best this special day!</p> <p>~Debbie</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-49979495309245228412010-12-24T08:55:00.001-06:002010-12-24T08:55:09.227-06:00Time for switching photos around.<p>I have a digital frame that my father-in-law and his wife got me a couple of years ago. Yesterday, I decided to change the photos around on the memory card for it. I needed some of Cooper added to it (of course!). I love looking back at pictures. Seriously. I could do that all.the.time. But it was time to change them around.</p> <p>But I thought I would share some of the ones that I am taking off of the memory card.</p> <p align="center">These pool ones were taken at at my niece’s birthday party at this really cool pool. Sage was only a few weeks old.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0BPndcoI/AAAAAAAAFvo/aV6PwSeyEaU/s1600-h/IMG_0039%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0039" border="0" alt="IMG_0039" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0B37QRQI/AAAAAAAAFvs/iTXWQzK4jkQ/IMG_0039_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0CUXzc6I/AAAAAAAAFvw/jFhXEwVTk1c/s1600-h/IMG_0152%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0152" border="0" alt="IMG_0152" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0CwNJ00I/AAAAAAAAFv0/-EUlLQWfAyQ/IMG_0152_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0Dqa8I0I/AAAAAAAAFv4/oPeXTaTxrLg/s1600-h/IMG_0174%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0174" border="0" alt="IMG_0174" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0EODpgiI/AAAAAAAAFv8/EKZc_ys_X5I/IMG_0174_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a></p> <p align="center">This first picture below is of my brother-in-law looking at his son Logan the night he was born.  </p> <p align="center">The Christmas picture is Christmas eve 2008. Crazy that was 2 years ago.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0E-aBTwI/AAAAAAAAFwA/2BuOMxBXVX8/s1600-h/IMG_0275%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0275" border="0" alt="IMG_0275" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0FNmdj9I/AAAAAAAAFwE/2swbtHOoYPg/IMG_0275_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0F7M9izI/AAAAAAAAFwI/-IQ6jpEgDZQ/s1600-h/IMG_0295%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0295" border="0" alt="IMG_0295" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0GYsx3TI/AAAAAAAAFwM/lYw2dS5HXHI/IMG_0295_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0HCOF0uI/AAAAAAAAFwQ/ky31d4macMo/s1600-h/IMG_2715%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2715" border="0" alt="IMG_2715" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0HT8sXsI/AAAAAAAAFwY/ucs0nrHvtpM/IMG_2715_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a></p> <p align="center">Sage was sitting in her bumbo. Look at how chubby those cheeks are! The one of the girls sitting by the pool makes me smile. I didn’t realize it until after but Shayne is pinching Stormy’s knee. Stormy also needed a push off of the diving board during swim lessons. And the back-pack one…her first day of preschool in 2007. The back-pack was almost as big as her. And she snuck her Lambie in it.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0HzJvkDI/AAAAAAAAFwc/kdvZgUri9l0/s1600-h/IMG_5884%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_5884" border="0" alt="IMG_5884" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0IXvt6SI/AAAAAAAAFwg/mE8G63WYeLI/IMG_5884_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0JebydYI/AAAAAAAAFwk/GBE9ews_xEw/s1600-h/P7070013%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="P7070013" border="0" alt="P7070013" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0JlkalyI/AAAAAAAAFwo/KVhpG64WpR8/P7070013_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0KLmMy5I/AAAAAAAAFws/7RxMncyZtyk/s1600-h/P7170083%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="P7170083" border="0" alt="P7170083" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0KuRn2CI/AAAAAAAAFww/n3xax30MfIo/P7170083_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0L-DNAJI/AAAAAAAAFw0/oyABzLMWnlM/s1600-h/P8210035%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="P8210035" border="0" alt="P8210035" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0MbFxQlI/AAAAAAAAFw4/TeIlb9IQGuo/P8210035_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a></p> <p align="center">Sage…we were getting ready to leave the hospital. Shayne…go Wildcats! And the Santa one…looks so empty with only 3 of my babies in that photo. That was December of 2007.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0NfYJZdI/AAAAAAAAFw8/WQQdPJZFPfI/s1600-h/P9110194%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="P9110194" border="0" alt="P9110194" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0NvJcl3I/AAAAAAAAFxA/1bvNnDT9hv8/P9110194_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0OTKCZrI/AAAAAAAAFxE/-6ytuCXwbTk/s1600-h/P9210036%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="P9210036" border="0" alt="P9210036" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0O4NVU4I/AAAAAAAAFxI/lN6nqPx_3bM/P9210036_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0Pm-DzaI/AAAAAAAAFxM/lpGGRrCtZiU/s1600-h/PB270051_edited%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="PB270051_edited" border="0" alt="PB270051_edited" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0P_swimI/AAAAAAAAFxQ/A8TrTw1LP3M/PB270051_edited_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a></p> <p align="center">Connor—the first time we went potty on the potty chair! And the gloves—he looked like a chicken when he put them on his feet. It was so funny! And the last one, he was talking and making faces at Sage. Being the good big brother he still is.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0QncgX2I/AAAAAAAAFxU/o4ZXU35e08U/s1600-h/IMG_1405%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1405" border="0" alt="IMG_1405" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0RDhooGI/AAAAAAAAFxY/nKnuhWmfoTs/IMG_1405_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0RlXQ6NI/AAAAAAAAFxc/cUeJ4iL568c/s1600-h/IMG_5894%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_5894" border="0" alt="IMG_5894" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0SEJg12I/AAAAAAAAFxg/qDVb2QAdwwE/IMG_5894_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0SuKSbsI/AAAAAAAAFxk/yFQ0_5ZSZXM/s1600-h/IMG_5902%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_5902" border="0" alt="IMG_5902" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRS0TMdSBQI/AAAAAAAAFxo/rpeodQf5RCM/IMG_5902_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a></p> <p align="center">It is amazing to me how much has changed in such a short amount of time. And it is really funny to me when I see pictures of the kids together in groups the first thing I think is…that picture wasn’t done yet. So and so is missing from it. The pictures look empty unless all my babies are in them. Isn’t that weird? </p> <p align="center">But it’s true!</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-79728609869922615912010-12-23T09:49:00.001-06:002010-12-23T09:49:08.533-06:00What breakfast usually looks like at our house…<p>My darlings are not the super duper chipper kids in the morning. They each have their own groove they follow.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRNvTKCUBFI/AAAAAAAAFug/k_XJL3TBb2A/s1600-h/021%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="021" border="0" alt="021" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRNvTuuj7HI/AAAAAAAAFuk/BqdyqyiT60I/021_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="614" height="411" /></a></p> <p>Our normal morning routine happens like this:</p> <p>I hit snooze until I HAVE to get up. I stumble around find my contact drops and squirt a few drops in my eyes so I can see. Then I throw on some comfy pants and walk down the hall to the big girls’ room. I open their door and start talking to them softly (unless I running late in which case I talk fast and loud). I always start out with, “Good morning girls. It’s time to get up and get dressed. Stormy say good morning Mommy.” She mumbles back, “G’morning Mommy.” Shayne…prefers to not talk immediately. “Shayne do you want this shirt or this one?” She points. I set it down on the bed for her and tell both girls to hustle up.</p> <p>Next I head into Sage’s room. She opens her eyes and stretches in her crib. “Good morning pretty baby!” She smiles and stands up. I pick her up and set her down. She walks into the girls’ room and says, “morning girls.” The she goes downstairs.</p> <p>I pick the baby up out of his bassinet and he scrunches up like new babies do {which I love that scrunching!}. I head downstairs. I set the baby in his boppy and then head to the kitchen. I get a few things ready.</p> <p>No—I didn’t forget Connor. I just usually let him wake up on his own. He comes downstairs when he hears everyone else. It is much easier this way. Trust me.</p> <p>See these:</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRNvUQL9iZI/AAAAAAAAFuo/1sJfti13JRk/s1600-h/025%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="025" border="0" alt="025" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRNvVfk8upI/AAAAAAAAFus/nmsUun3mMSQ/025_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRNvV43ZJwI/AAAAAAAAFuw/9HlY93kh7Jg/s1600-h/026%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="026" border="0" alt="026" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRNvWbUkALI/AAAAAAAAFu0/EAoud_sby0I/026_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRNvWyTu-DI/AAAAAAAAFu4/NyD734bvnw0/s1600-h/027%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="027" border="0" alt="027" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRNvXV0-16I/AAAAAAAAFu8/XHTmiZHbUf4/027_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a></p> <p>Those are staples in our house. The nesquik is for me. I have to have a morning cup of chocolate milk. Two of my kids are milk-a-holics. Two of my kids prefer juice. Well, I guess Cooper could be considered a milk-a-holic too. </p> <p>The kids pick something out of the breakfast basket. It usually has muffins, pop-tarts, or donut sticks. Sometimes I make real breakfast food for the kids but they usually just want something they eat really quickly.</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRNvYKE9aNI/AAAAAAAAFvA/JGriJPynnO8/s1600-h/001%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="001" border="0" alt="001" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRNvYlKl__I/AAAAAAAAFvE/5uyCHJNuQoY/001_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="614" height="411" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRNvZKtsmbI/AAAAAAAAFvI/piMlRLqchuw/s1600-h/012%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="012" border="0" alt="012" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRNvZlzvoCI/AAAAAAAAFvM/_KtMVFfsvJg/012_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRNvaMTcgVI/AAAAAAAAFvQ/uONxBH9GPB4/s1600-h/014%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="014" border="0" alt="014" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRNvaqBCV3I/AAAAAAAAFvU/-UtBUK8x9qc/014_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRNvbWI057I/AAAAAAAAFvY/n6w-bSFL7d8/s1600-h/015%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="015" border="0" alt="015" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRNvb3Z-LPI/AAAAAAAAFvc/EcA1XpEo-i8/015_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRNvcY2OGrI/AAAAAAAAFvg/jLpZ9MdrIas/s1600-h/013%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="013" border="0" alt="013" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRNvc4OUYsI/AAAAAAAAFvk/JU5enyAhEvM/013_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a></p> <p align="left">After they eat, it’s time to brush teeth and fix hair for school. </p> <p align="left">On days the kids don’t have school, everyone sleeps in. We all start moving around 8:45—9ish. It’s wonderful when that happens! Most of the routine stays the same except for getting dressed and fixing hair. </p> <p align="left">Now you know…what happens in our house in the mornings.</p> <p align="left">In case you were wondering.</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-15258741039403859092010-12-22T14:58:00.001-06:002010-12-22T14:58:24.688-06:00A future songwriter…or not.<p>Did I ever mention that I make up my own lyrics to songs?</p> <p>I have since I was younger.</p> <p>But back then, they were never very nice.</p> <p>For example, </p> <p align="center">“Hey fat boy. Walking down the street.</p> <p align="center">Hey fat boy the kind you wanna meet.”</p> <p>That song was dedicated to my brother. I have more lyrics but I don’t want to reveal how mean I was. I got grounded more than once for singing that song to him. And then humming it. Even though I swore that the humming I was doing was the real song. Which my Mom didn’t buy that story. {I could’ve been, ahem, grinning while humming it so everyone knew what I was thinking} The real song of course was “Pretty Woman.”</p> <p>To teach Shayne her name I used the Mickey Mouse beat with her spelling: S-H-A-Y-N-E E-M-I-L-Y.</p> <p>The song I made up for Stormy was sung to Scooby Doo. “Stormy Stormy Sue with eyes so blue, we got some work to do now.” There was more to it but I will save that for a rainy day.</p> <p>I still sing Sage’s song to her. </p> <p>“Where oh Where is my Sage Ryanne.</p> <p>Where oh where can she be?</p> <p>With her curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes</p> <p>Where oh where can she be?”</p> <p>Last evening I came up with another one. I know you must be dying to hear it. Or read it. Be thankful you don’t have to hear it. I will never make money singing for others. </p> <p align="center">“You know Connor and Stormy and Shayne.</p> <p align="center">And Debbie and Paul and Sage.</p> <p align="center">But do you recall?</p> <p align="center">The baby that was born this fall?</p> <p align="center">Cooper Paul </p> <p align="center">Had a head full of dark brown hair</p> <p align="center">And if you ever saw it</p> <p align="center">you would say OMG HOW SOFT!</p> <p align="center">All of the people around us</p> <p align="center">can’t believe that we have 5</p> <p align="center">{sakes alive}</p> <p align="center">And if you ever see us</p> <p align="center">just go ahead and shout HI!”</p> <p align="left">Do you think someone famous will want me to write them some lyrics?</p> <p align="left">{cricket sounds}</p> <p align="left">Ummm….well okay then.</p> <p>That sure is a relief. </p> <p>Excuse me while I go hum a tune or two.</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-79595236289964404272010-12-21T08:48:00.001-06:002010-12-21T08:48:00.563-06:00Gingerbread house with 4 children decorating it.<p>My father-in-law and his wife always get my kids gingerbread kits to put together each year. The kids absolutely love this little tradition.</p> <p>Me?</p> <p>I stink at putting the house together with the frosting. So this year I did something different.</p> <p>I, um, hot glued the house together. It’s not like we eat the house part of the gingerbread. I, personally don’t eat any of the gingerbread. Not a good taste if you ask me. I thought my kids didn’t like it either. More to come on that shortly.</p> <p> </p> <p>So here it is. The clean slate. All hot-glued together and ready to be prettified.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC96B4thRI/AAAAAAAAFs4/MbRYmPl6r08/s1600-h/IMG_17454.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1745" border="0" alt="IMG_1745" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC96r1ECEI/AAAAAAAAFs8/VKuk_0aVBA4/IMG_1745_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="289" height="432" /></a></p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC97VhDLVI/AAAAAAAAFtA/gs7dRFl2Wnw/s1600-h/IMG_17443.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1744" border="0" alt="IMG_1744" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC973b1NYI/AAAAAAAAFtE/3d_4RJBxOYU/IMG_1744_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC98jucpLI/AAAAAAAAFtI/pWVF5fnHPxU/s1600-h/IMG_17403.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1740" border="0" alt="IMG_1740" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC99GlTgVI/AAAAAAAAFtM/zYQoKPgqJjE/IMG_1740_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC99t0KMdI/AAAAAAAAFtQ/t5v8VodH6CQ/s1600-h/IMG_17463.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1746" border="0" alt="IMG_1746" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC9-NSTQtI/AAAAAAAAFtU/JMG6Ff0wzFQ/IMG_1746_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC9-9sAqPI/AAAAAAAAFtY/shmspkDg85A/s1600-h/IMG_17473.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1747" border="0" alt="IMG_1747" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC9_Uhm2fI/AAAAAAAAFtc/9_3AFGQ795A/IMG_1747_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC-AD0kqzI/AAAAAAAAFtg/gc3o0bX3sWA/s1600-h/IMG_17513.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1751" border="0" alt="IMG_1751" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC-A8TJZGI/AAAAAAAAFtk/ZoM280yP-Fg/IMG_1751_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC-BYIYF5I/AAAAAAAAFto/W2sTHPdTz8c/s1600-h/IMG_17593.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1759" border="0" alt="IMG_1759" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC-B8LMgrI/AAAAAAAAFts/jycu_yegJ2k/IMG_1759_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC-CZ0MR6I/AAAAAAAAFtw/l3CDy3k_0Ts/s1600-h/IMG_17673.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1767" border="0" alt="IMG_1767" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC-C-IcIII/AAAAAAAAFt0/mJ0yciHUvGc/IMG_1767_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC-DuRVVnI/AAAAAAAAFt4/b_UK2Duckjo/s1600-h/IMG_17703.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1770" border="0" alt="IMG_1770" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC-EKZWo9I/AAAAAAAAFt8/1MDBWNIu2VA/IMG_1770_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC-EptYJcI/AAAAAAAAFuA/0f4EkevDHBo/s1600-h/IMG_17743.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1774" border="0" alt="IMG_1774" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC-FGIv-7I/AAAAAAAAFuE/jncClIz-euw/IMG_1774_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC-FmRdN4I/AAAAAAAAFuI/VezKRXxJ1do/s1600-h/IMG_17783.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1778" border="0" alt="IMG_1778" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC-FzsD4zI/AAAAAAAAFuM/Epdhkk4HY1Q/IMG_1778_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC-GZE5x5I/AAAAAAAAFuQ/klvLjzx-T5I/s1600-h/IMG_17833.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1783" border="0" alt="IMG_1783" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC-G6T9YaI/AAAAAAAAFuU/2u4qCqMag_o/IMG_1783_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC-HSeDCFI/AAAAAAAAFuY/CB2uP5Oj6v8/s1600-h/IMG_17493.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1749" border="0" alt="IMG_1749" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TRC-H_uzF1I/AAAAAAAAFuc/GIiPEaT-MwQ/IMG_1749_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a></p> <p align="center">Do you see the plate that has the 3 pieces of gingerbread?</p> <p align="center">That was Connor’s job. Didn’t he do great?</p> <p align="center">We finished this project with 2 pieces of gingerbread.</p> <p align="center">The snowman is MIA. Connor went MIA about the same time.</p> <p align="center">Coincidence?</p> <p align="center">I think not.</p> <p align="center">Anyways…</p> <p align="center">The kids’ gingerbread house turned out…</p> <p align="center">like an 8-year-old, a 6-year-old, a 5-year-old, and a 2-year-old decorated it.</p> <p align="center">It has been moved to higher ground to keep a few of them from eating it.</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-13457804430707089632010-12-20T17:36:00.001-06:002010-12-20T17:36:10.581-06:00Do you know what today is?<p>Here’s a hint:</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQ_oVdwHuXI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/CkWu8ewSAoI/s1600-h/IMG_1813%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1813" border="0" alt="IMG_1813" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQ_oWOXPf0I/AAAAAAAAFsU/exBz0_Q2BUA/IMG_1813_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="539" height="432" /></a></p> <p>And the answer is:</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQ_oWpBMefI/AAAAAAAAFsY/vpyikOpWyRk/s1600-h/IMG_1894%20copy%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1894 copy" border="0" alt="IMG_1894 copy" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQ_oXI4lpAI/AAAAAAAAFsc/sMqRDJE4C6o/IMG_1894%20copy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" height="432" /></a></p> <p>Cooper is 2 months old today. </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQ_oXnOg4UI/AAAAAAAAFsg/f4xtudD6uE4/s1600-h/IMG_1910%20copy%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1910 copy" border="0" alt="IMG_1910 copy" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQ_oYGF5-_I/AAAAAAAAFsk/xEFDkFtwZ8g/IMG_1910%20copy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" height="432" /></a></p> <p>Umm…crazy Mommy blogging say what?!?</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQ_oYg2FanI/AAAAAAAAFso/NuG-KJNRqaM/s1600-h/IMG_1897%20c%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1897 c" border="0" alt="IMG_1897 c" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQ_oZBeeyNI/AAAAAAAAFss/YZmF_B4h7A4/IMG_1897%20c_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="289" height="432" /></a></p> <p>No—he really is. I checked the calendar twice. Or three times because Christmas is only 5 days away too. </p> <p>It was a great morning and then…</p> <p>{Pause for dramatic effect}</p> <p>I had to take him to the Dr. for his two-month-old check-up and shots.</p> <p>Poor little dude.</p> <p>We got there right on time which is great because I have to go get the other kids in an hour and a half.</p> <p>So at 2PM sharp we are there. At 2:10PM, we get back to our room. Get the measurements and all that stuff. Then we wait.</p> <p>And wait. </p> <p>And wait. </p> <p>So I am waiting in the little room with my 2-month-old {that I nursed quickly because I was positive the Dr. would come in and I am unsure of the no food/drink rule as it applies to babies} and my 2-year-old-that-only-got-a-30-minute-nap-because-I-wanted-to-get-to-the-appointment-on-time-daughter.</p> <p>Wanna know what she looked like?</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQ_oZhkL9JI/AAAAAAAAFsw/vbPMxPeNHjk/s1600-h/IMAG0106%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMAG0106" border="0" alt="IMAG0106" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQ_oaGbqggI/AAAAAAAAFs0/duT3tf4h_Kc/IMAG0106_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="432" /></a></p> <p>She did great for the thirty minutes of waiting.</p> <p>It was the fifteen minutes past the thirty minutes that put her over the edge. And me.</p> <p>So the Dr. finally comes in at 2:45PM. Cooper looks great. Talks to me about some vitamins they are suggesting for infants now. I tell him that I am not really that worried about it. He agrees. I really, really like our pediatrician. The waiting…not so much.</p> <p>The nurse comes in after I go out there and ask if she is the one giving Coop the shots. She is {I really like this nurse too}. I tell her I need to leave about 60 seconds ago. Why? Because it is now 3:10PM. I have to pick the kids up from school at 3:25PM and we live 20 minutes away. You see the problem right? That is why I had set this appointment up for 2PM.</p> <p>Cooper gets the oral vaccine and then 3 {yes 3} shots. Two in one leg and one in the other. I didn’t even put his pants back on him. I didn’t get to comfort him as much as I wanted because we had to leave. </p> <p>Let me also put in that my gas light came on when I was driving to the appointment. I was going to go fill up after the appointment because I should have had plenty of time. </p> <p>CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!</p> <p>I really, <em>really</em>, <em><u>REALLY</u></em> hope I can make it back to our city to pick up the kids. </p> <p>So did I?</p> <p>I pulled into the school parking lot at 3:32PM. And two more cars pulled in behind me in the line. I was in line behind a few other cars. So I wasn’t late.</p> <p>Thank you God—for letting me make it to the school without running out of gas. That was my first stop after picking up the kids. </p> <p>Oh—Cooper’s measurements?</p> <p>My darling boy is 23 3/8 inches long {55%} and is a whopping 11 pounds now {45%}. His head is 39.5cm {also 50%}.</p> <p>I think I am going to schedule the next appointment for 1PM. I do not want to have a repeat of today <em>again!</em></p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-58634309942305117142010-12-19T10:25:00.001-06:002010-12-19T10:25:28.830-06:00As mentioned…<p>I said I was going to share more pics from the outside shoot because of how wonderful they were.</p> <p>And they are.</p> <p>See:</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQ4x5FD7uiI/AAAAAAAAFrs/6TE0xLe-p8U/s1600-h/123%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="123" border="0" alt="123" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQ4x5vm0TdI/AAAAAAAAFrw/OB7l_GFsGQs/123_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" height="432" /></a></p> <p>I am going to have that picture made into a canvas I think. I love the sunspots. I love that it is mostly a silhouette photo. I love that Connor is holding Sage’s hand. I just love everything about it.</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQ4x6kWcC4I/AAAAAAAAFr0/HfCgBCUd7Rs/s1600-h/268%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="268" border="0" alt="268" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQ4x7bzRLdI/AAAAAAAAFr8/9pzryeKRKlk/268_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="539" height="432" /></a></p> <p>This one of Cooper. If I had his head propped up instead of his butt it would’ve been perfect. BUT this was just a quick shot. He didn’t like the laying down in the plant AT ALL.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQ4x7wLqKAI/AAAAAAAAFsA/drLs_pAGldM/s1600-h/332%20copy%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="332 copy" border="0" alt="332 copy" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQ4x8n2IDII/AAAAAAAAFsE/xWH6Lu0DrJE/332%20copy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="539" height="432" /></a></p> <p>This one. Oh my goodness. My twin was holding my camera while I was nursing the baby and told the girls to do that. I tweaked it {of course} to match the theme I had going. I love it. I might make this into a poster and put it in their rooms. Because well…don’t we all feel like sticking our tongues out sometimes?</p> <p>And the last one I am going to share, I wasn’t sure if I was going to share it. There are some shots that I keep reserved for me. Because sometimes, I am selfish. A lot of times I think. But I do want to share this one. It is so special to me. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQ4x9qPgm9I/AAAAAAAAFsI/b2kNBXGtP-U/s1600-h/185%20hhj%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="185 hhj" border="0" alt="185 hhj" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQ4x-E6kbbI/AAAAAAAAFsM/3tVJdfrwWxs/185%20hhj_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="539" height="432" /></a></p> <p>No you can’t see their faces. That’s why I love it. I know what they were doing because A) I know them. They are all a part of my heart. I know each one of their personalities. B) I took the picture.</p> <p>So what were they doing?</p> <p>I will be back with that information later. </p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-50908962205123960532010-12-17T09:19:00.001-06:002010-12-17T09:19:09.118-06:00The Un-Christmas card<p>In all of my infinite creativity {yeah right} I almost did an un-Christmas card this year. Of course I was going to have the official Christmas card on the other side of it but I changed my mind.</p> <p>So what in the world is an un-Christmas card?</p> <p>It is sort of what I have been showing on my blog lately. All the photos that didn’t quite make the cut for the official card.</p> <p>I just thought it would be cute to have an un-Christmas card on one side and the actual Christmas card on the other. I know, I’m a comedic genius {again…yeah right}. </p> <p>So what photo would have been on that side?</p> <p>This one:</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQt_aa2YosI/AAAAAAAAFrk/NTU8-MIQN-8/s1600-h/387%20copy%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="387 copy" border="0" alt="387 copy" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQt_bO5wqPI/AAAAAAAAFro/3jBXr87sNcc/387%20copy_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="539" height="432" /></a></p> <p>Shayne is of course the picture of perfection. I mean…the photographer’s dream child. She knows how to strike a pose.</p> <p>Stormy is doing pretty good. Normally she has a goofy fake smile. But she is a poser. She likes to have her picture taken but I dread the fake smile I usually get from her.</p> <p>Connor looks like he’s in pain. He is such a stinker to take pictures of. I can never get him to look at the right spot at the right time.</p> <p>Cooper looks…adorable but see how he is covering his face? I think he was as exhausted as I as at this point. Oh-and he was only a month old. EXACTLY to the day. {I know you were wondering right?}</p> <p>And last but not least. My darling diva Sage. When she is on it for pictures, she is on it. And when she is not? FUHGETABOUTIT. The diva is a two-year-old nightmare when she doesn’t want something. At this point, she didn’t want anymore photos. </p> <p>I should have done this prime spot at the beginning of the shoot. Not the end. But it was on our way out of the park. </p> <p>I have a few more pics I am going to share from this shoot. Let me tell you…you will melt with a couple of them. Well…maybe not, but they are cute. Stay tuned!</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-14482875921556721382010-12-16T08:58:00.001-06:002010-12-16T08:58:26.748-06:00Cooper’s official and unofficial pictures.<p>Yesterday Cooper turned 8-weeks-old. Of course I took his picture. I seriously think I have taken a picture of him almost every day of his life so far. I will have to check on that. Hmmm…interesting (to me anyways).</p> <p>So here is the official 8-week-old stud’s picture:</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQopBpZePHI/AAAAAAAAFrM/Lh9KL26eOOA/s1600-h/009%20copy%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="009 copy" border="0" alt="009 copy" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQopCZ8kKMI/AAAAAAAAFrQ/0c7m7TN8jOY/009%20copy_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" height="432" /></a></p> <p>And then later while Paul was holding him and I was talking to him he just kept on smiling at me. The huge smiles that could melt even the crankiest of cranky person’s heart. I was sure as soon as I grabbed my camera he would stop. But he didn’t. He blessed me with this:</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQopC_ZdoLI/AAAAAAAAFrU/FYUbkHxsXCs/s1600-h/020%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="020" border="0" alt="020" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQopDUvLunI/AAAAAAAAFrY/TN3kjBhIkz0/020_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="614" height="411" /></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQopD1Dhb0I/AAAAAAAAFrc/Z48MCRPtmE0/s1600-h/021%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="021" border="0" alt="021" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQopESyC7vI/AAAAAAAAFrg/6-0dPenfrGA/021_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="614" height="411" /></a></p> <p>Holy cow do I love this boy!!!!!!!</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-23964433673987835562010-12-14T21:28:00.001-06:002010-12-14T21:28:01.469-06:00A poem for every Mom.<p>My mom emailed me this. </p> <p>A reminder for me. </p> <table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><tbody> <tr> <td valign="top"> <table border="0" cellspacing="3" cellpadding="0"><tbody> <tr> <td valign="top"> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </td> <td valign="top"> <table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><tbody> <tr> <td valign="top"> <p>Twas the night before Christmas, <br />When all thru the abode <br />Only one creature was stirring, <br />And she was cleaning the commode. </p> <p> <br />The children were finally sleeping, <br />All snug in their beds, <br />While visions of Nintendo and Barbie, <br />Flipped through their heads. </p> <p> <br />The dad was snoring <br />In front of the TV, <br />With a half-constructed bicycle <br />Propped on his knee. </p> <p> <br />So only the mom heard <br />The reindeer hooves clatter, <br />Which made her sigh, <br />'Now what is the matter?' </p> <p> <br />With toilet bowl brush <br />Still clutched in her hand, <br />She descended the stairs, <br />And saw the old man. <br /></p> <p>He was covered with soot, <br />Which fell when he shrugged, <br />'Oh great,' muttered the mom, <br />'Now I have to clean the rug!' <br /></p> <p>'Ho Ho Ho!' cried Santa, <br />'I'm glad you're awake.' <br />'your gift was especially <br />Difficult to make.' <br /></p> <p>'Thanks, Santa, but all I want <br />Is some time alone.' <br />'Exactly!' he chuckled, <br />'So, I've made you a clone.' </p> <p> <br />'A clone?' she muttered, <br />'What good is that?' <br />'Run along, Santa, <br />I've no time to chat.' <br /></p> <p>Then out walked the clone - <br />Her identical twin, <br />The same hair, the same eyes, <br />The same double chin. <br /></p> <p>'She'll cook, she'll dust, <br />She'll mop every mess. <br />You'll relax, take it easy, <br />And she'll do the rest. <br /></p> <p>'Fantastic!' the mom cheered. <br />'My dream has come true!' <br />'I'll shop, I'll read, <br />I'll sleep a night through!' <br /></p> <p>From the room above, <br />The youngest did fret. <br />'Mommy! Come quickly, <br />I'm scared and I'm wet.' <br /></p> <p>The clone replied, <br />'I'm coming, sweetheart.' <br />'Hey,' the mom smiled, <br />'She sure knows her part.' <br /></p> <p>The clone changed the small one <br />And hummed her tune, <br />As she bundled the child <br />In a blanket cocoon. <br /></p> <p>'You're the best mommy ever. <br />I really love you.' <br />The clone smiled and sighed, <br />'And I love you, too.' <br /></p> <p>The mom frowned and said, <br />'Sorry, Santa, no deal.' <br />That's my child's LOVE <br />She is trying to steal.' <br /></p> <p>Smiling wisely Santa said, <br />'To me it is clear, <br />Only one loving mother <br />Is needed here.' <br /></p> <p>The mom kissed her child <br />And tucked her in bed. <br />'Thank You, Santa, <br />For clearing my head. <br /></p> <p>I sometimes forget, <br />It won't be very long, <br />When they'll be too old <br />For my cradle and song.' <br /></p> <p>The clock on mantle <br />Began to chime. <br />Santa whispered to the clone, <br />'It works every time.' <br /></p> <p>With the clone by his side <br />Santa said 'Goodnight. <br />Merry Christmas, dear Mom, <br />You will be all right.' <br /></p> <p>~Author Unknown~</p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-11360451342880042572010-12-14T14:59:00.001-06:002010-12-14T14:59:24.012-06:00One of my best friend’s traditions…<p>involves me dealing with:</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQfamm8o3fI/AAAAAAAAFqs/eXlhKcyaKc8/s1600-h/001%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="001" border="0" alt="001" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQfanTYEDBI/AAAAAAAAFqw/4B2-oQA3daA/001_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="289" height="432" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQfan0GutOI/AAAAAAAAFq0/3rXa_TciQnU/s1600-h/006%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="006" border="0" alt="006" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQfaoTB2SLI/AAAAAAAAFq4/f2xnvtxdsHk/006_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="289" height="432" /></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQfao0ZOCiI/AAAAAAAAFq8/lFsQonT8epk/s1600-h/008%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="008" border="0" alt="008" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQfapf_jDjI/AAAAAAAAFrA/KPOohI4jN9o/008_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="614" height="411" /></a></p> <p>Can you tell what it is?</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQfaqeEvZhI/AAAAAAAAFrE/4-PwB488jTc/s1600-h/009%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="009" border="0" alt="009" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQfaq8WngZI/AAAAAAAAFrI/ejHgnAWrOEU/009_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="614" height="411" /></a></p> <p>Yep. A cookie exchange. This batch of cookies was peppermint sugar cookies. Super easy right?</p> <p>I have a cut on my pinky from the slivers of candy cane. Oh—and these cookies?</p> <p>Didn’t make it to the exchange. They didn’t {ahem} cook right. They were flattened little pieces of cardboard. Only I could mess up sugar cookies.</p> <p>What else I did make turned out okay. I think. I don’t really taste test anything that I bake. I made Peppermint Tartlets. I found the recipe online. I also made Reese Pieces cookies because that was the tub of cookie dough I had left from the kids’ school fundraiser <a href="http://mommaoffour.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-happenedthe-sequence-of-events.html" target="_blank">{the same one I had to pick up the items when I was in labor with Cooper}</a>.</p> <p>My best friend has been doing these cookie exchanges every year for awhile. This was the 11th year!</p> <p>It is something I look forward to each December. I try new recipes each year. Each year I have one batch of cookies that only makes it as far as the trash. I know my friends appreciate me not tormenting them with nasty cookies. </p> <p>Until next year Katie!</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-20087352626649227512010-12-13T09:06:00.001-06:002010-12-13T09:06:19.578-06:00Cranky Be-Gone.<p>Grrr….</p> <p>Trying not to sweat the small stuff.</p> <p>Is it a big deal that while I was working on editing photos (like…you know…trying to work) the dishwasher needed to be emptied and my lovely husband decided to play his COD? And Cooper was fussing? And the kitchen sink was full of dirty dishes? And the laundry needed to be put away? Is it a big deal that all that laundry is still in the laundry baskets? Is it a big deal that Paul said he would go to the store for me so I wouldn’t have to take all the kids out in the cold today but he didn’t? Or that he would ask his sister to sit with some of the kids tonight because I have a cookie exchange to go to and he didn’t? {I did. He doesn’t know that though} </p> <p>Maybe because Paul’s been working so much he forgot.</p> <p>What can I be appreciative of? {I always try to find positives when I feel the cranky coming out in me}</p> <p>He put the big kids to bed last night. He took the trash out. And the recycling. He gave me a kiss ‘bye before he went to work. He called me this morning to tell me good morning.</p> <p>Shew.</p> <p>Sometimes just getting it all out there, makes all the difference. I will now go deal with the laundry, the two-year-old, the seven-week-old, the five-year-old, get the shopping list together, drop a couple of overdue books at the library, mail the Christmas cards, and…all the other stuff that I get to do.</p> <p>As a sidenote…</p> <p>Why do I do these posts?</p> <p>Because I am trying to document how things really are in my life. In my life, I have arguments with my hubby, I yell at the kids, I cry, I eat chocolate like it’s going out of style, I wear yoga pants all.the.time because I still haven’t lost the baby weight from the first kid I had….almost 9 years ago….etc. </p> <p>AND I want everyone to know that it’s okay to have things like that. Moments where you just want to scream your little heart out because you are frustrated. BUT after you get done screaming (usually crying in my case) put on your big kid pants and deal. </p> <p>So I’m off. To deal with what needs to be dealt with. Big girl pants on. Thankful for the fact that I can do it.</p> <p>Not sweating the small stuff and being appreciative of what I do have.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQY2ZRrVUxI/AAAAAAAAFqc/_381PMwf_Bk/s1600-h/366%5B3%5D.jpg"><font size="1"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQY2ZRrVUxI/AAAAAAAAFqg/UcjmYLwettk/s1600-h/366%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="366" border="0" alt="366" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQY2asUJo_I/AAAAAAAAFqo/oH3QL-juEJM/366_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="614" height="326" /></a></font></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="1">{This photo doesn’t have Paul in it because he was working. But I am appreciative of him.}</font></p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-71437407953396282732010-12-12T14:00:00.001-06:002010-12-12T14:00:46.849-06:00A few photos that didn’t make the Christmas card…<p>I’m sure you all remember this atrocious photo:</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQUp2wK8NXI/AAAAAAAAFp8/JWoy1xl-5Do/s1600-h/023%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="023" border="0" alt="023" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQUp3T6ZJmI/AAAAAAAAFqA/WMwqvr0B35s/023_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="614" height="411" /></a></p> <p>That was Paul’s hand by the way. I was holding the camera {like normal}. It is pretty obvious why that photo didn’t make the Christmas card.</p> <p>Another one that didn’t make it.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQUp4Hkp0eI/AAAAAAAAFqE/V_RDrllyQLU/s1600-h/034%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="034" border="0" alt="034" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQUp5JjGw6I/AAAAAAAAFqI/it8wbN8JUcQ/034_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="578" height="432" /></a></p> <p>I love that Connor is holding Cooper and even smiling. It’s actually a great picture except for the two-year-old darling still wasn’t in the mood to smile.</p> <p>And another one that didn’t make it:</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQUp5h4nUPI/AAAAAAAAFqM/KOQBSiVOiv0/s1600-h/044%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="044" border="0" alt="044" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQUp6I3FxEI/AAAAAAAAFqQ/eWvpmpGq_zw/044_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" height="432" /></a></p> <p>It’s great of Shayne and Sage. Connor is so-so in it. Stormy is looking. But Cooper was all squished.</p> <p>One that almost made it:</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQUp67TaG6I/AAAAAAAAFqU/H4-JXpLpRDs/s1600-h/088%20copy%20456%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="088 copy 456" border="0" alt="088 copy 456" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQUp7vwmqlI/AAAAAAAAFqY/ylYcYAqwv_o/088%20copy%20456_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="539" height="432" /></a></p> <p>I absolutely <em>love</em> photos that are mostly B/W with some color pulled through. I really, <em>really</em> like this photo. It was so close to being chosen for our Christmas card.</p> <p>But I went another direction with the cards. A more natural way, you could say. </p> <p>But I can’t show that photo…yet. I still haven’t mailed my cards out. I am going to tomorrow though. Or Tuesday. </p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-36285705368860891212010-12-10T09:21:00.001-06:002010-12-10T09:21:29.316-06:00A quick picture because…<p>my twin needs something to smile at right this second. </p> <p>And she checks my blog a lot.</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQJFdZEVmRI/AAAAAAAAFp0/20erG36pBL8/s1600-h/127%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="127" border="0" alt="127" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQJFd4eA9zI/AAAAAAAAFp4/fl_69GflTIM/127_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="516" height="772" /></a></p> <p>you’re welcome B.</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-34523431552777183032010-12-08T16:42:00.001-06:002010-12-08T16:42:55.164-06:00Cooper<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQAJ6Sjw37I/AAAAAAAAFps/t8J8vZOQSgQ/s1600-h/036%20copy%20copy%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="036 copy copy" border="0" alt="036 copy copy" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TQAJ7AKql_I/AAAAAAAAFpw/4Hm4zfmhYg0/036%20copy%20copy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="614" height="411" /></a></p> <p>Look at him. Isn’t he beautiful?</p> <p>In the manly sort of way.</p> <p>Holy cow. I love him. So much it’s hard to explain!</p> <p>Some people wonder if they will ever love another child as much as they love their first. </p> <p>My answer is this: You have no idea! Each and every one of my kids has my heart. The same. There is no diminishing of the love I feel for baby #5 vs. baby #1.</p> <p>Look back at that picture.</p> <p>What’s <em>not</em> to love?</p> <p>sigh.</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-47053025586111709232010-12-07T21:20:00.001-06:002010-12-07T21:20:27.143-06:00What makes your kid scream around Christmas time?<p>The presents?</p> <p>Pure excitement?</p> <p>What makes my kid scream at Christmas?</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB2OwS5Rle94nl4fKQtF5RXXEZX8i7GgIh8VSXZfNxFMYLq3e2lKQiZmdZKEC2XgmkT6hd3FLFIh2VBXQ3J7DPLMYNscZ-_YxUK1IxHSdKzLGOZf4lSMDsXiW_X-3ydkQ9NZh0g1HYDGA/s1600-h/034%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="034" border="0" alt="034" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TP75ZZcQqyI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/_ouQhHvMLYU/034_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="614" height="411" /></a></p> <p>Only one of them was scared. Watch Cooper’s face also.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TP75aUCcUjI/AAAAAAAAFpU/CuYaLhkHDnY/s1600-h/035%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="035" border="0" alt="035" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TP75bMPeDOI/AAAAAAAAFpY/m9hm_AsTXno/035_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="614" height="411" /></a></p> <p>Can you tell which one? Cooper was done with the drama of it all I think.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TP75cH19JlI/AAAAAAAAFpc/vi-7iXu0x3I/s1600-h/039%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="039" border="0" alt="039" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TP75cs-tPqI/AAAAAAAAFpg/_7bLWmiWTXA/039_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="614" height="411" /></a></p> <p>It’s the same one that yelled from the exit “NAN YOU!” and took off running down the mall.</p> <p>She was saying “thank you” for the coloring book and sucker he gave her. But that image goes like this:</p> <p>She was holding onto Paul with a death grip and Santa held the book and sucker out to her. She put her chubby little hands out, grabbed it and then buried her face back into Paul’s neck to save herself anymore fright.</p> <p>What did the kids ask for?</p> <p>Shayne…even though she<em> knows</em>…she still told him a DSi and she smiled the whole time she was saying it.</p> <p>Stormy…only 3 things did she ask for. A DSi. A calculator that prints receipts. A new Zhu Zhu.</p> <p>Connor…a dirt bike.</p> <p>Sage wouldn’t talk. Imagine that.</p> <p>Oh-Paul got in the picture we paid for. He was standing behind the chair. I can’t really share it because…it’s copyrighted of course and I didn’t take it.</p> <p>And this lovely Santa was kind enough to let us snap a photo of just him and Cooper. Since it was his first visit with Santa and all.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TP75dlvZ-rI/AAAAAAAAFpk/SEVOlQuKSog/s1600-h/044%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="044" border="0" alt="044" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TP75eSeVHqI/AAAAAAAAFpo/ONODp2Jd__4/044_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="614" height="411" /></a></p> <p>We all told Santa “THANK YOU” except for Sage. She just yelled it on her way <em>away</em> from him!</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-35299846358694265182010-12-06T20:42:00.001-06:002010-12-06T20:42:05.841-06:00Things that happen in my home…A LOT.<p>What happens when a certain two-year-old hears the word “shower” in our house:</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TP2e50w9BlI/AAAAAAAAFok/lzloEzHaWgg/s1600-h/030%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="030" border="0" alt="030" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TP2e6q3JHFI/AAAAAAAAFos/0pkG5k1n2pc/030_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="516" height="772" /></a></p> <p>If you can see everything in the background…that happens in my house a lot too. The grip on the floor (for those that don’t speak railroad that is the bag that railroaders carry all of their stuff in. They have a lot of stuff. Trust me), the car seat that needs to be washed again, the diaper bag hanging on the staircase, the jacket hanging on the stair case, the TV on Max and Ruby, the…etc. There’s lots that goes on every day in my house. It is not always picked up. It is not always quiet. And there is often a two-year-old running around naked because she heard the word “shower.”</p> <p>Something else that has been happening in my house since last Tuesday:</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TP2e7pKl-JI/AAAAAAAAFow/1O_b8QTKCw8/s1600-h/025%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="025" border="0" alt="025" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TP2e8bmfluI/AAAAAAAAFo0/u4w2P-X4wqw/025_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="614" height="411" /></a></p> <p>Yep. When you smile and talk to Cooper long enough, he is kind enough to bless you with this:</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TP2e8xpG0JI/AAAAAAAAFo4/8DDPfhPuQEY/s1600-h/026%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="026" border="0" alt="026" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TP2e-J-S3BI/AAAAAAAAFo8/iLJaQEq6OFE/026_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="614" height="411" /></a></p> <p>Try not to smile. Dare ya.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TP2e-tMK6sI/AAAAAAAAFpA/UTEyMVQ9Djs/s1600-h/026%5B8%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="026" border="0" alt="026" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TP2e_NrnDfI/AAAAAAAAFpE/PI_C2MDAxPw/026_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="614" height="411" /></a></p> <p>You lost! HA!</p> <p>Now you owe me…nothing. I was just teasing. But it made me smile.</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-37368612283415760552010-12-04T15:53:00.001-06:002010-12-04T15:53:44.316-06:00“It’s not as bad as it seems.”<p>That is how I managed to suck it up last night. Me whining about how I think I’m coming down with a cold (which I am) but it’s hardly the end of the world. My camera lens is on the fritz is nothing to freak out over. I still have a prime lens I can shoot with. It’s just not my favorite. My kids have colds. That does suck but if a cold is the worst that they have then who am I to whine about it?</p> <p>Things can always get worse. The worse mood you are in makes everything worse is what I have found. So I sucked it up last night and decided to stop. Stop whining about my little bothers and worries. I do still have a heavy heart for a few things going on around me right now. That’s how life should be though. STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF.</p> <p>For example. I have been having a terrible time trying to catch the perfect picture of my 5 angels for a Christmas card. See exhibit A:</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TPq4X16nFeI/AAAAAAAAFoU/W6oYyPb63tE/s1600-h/023%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="023" border="0" alt="023" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TPq4YVzobPI/AAAAAAAAFoY/KsUKodax7Ec/023_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="614" height="411" /></a></p> <p>Appealing right? But really is that big of a deal? My two-year-old was throwing a two-year-old fit. I should have done these pictures when she was in a better mood. So I don’t have a perfect picture. But that isn’t the point. I was totally stressing about that. Really Debbie? I just decided to work with what I have. I did manage to find a couple of pictures. They aren’t perfect. But they are perfect images of my life. I was sweating the small stuff.</p> <p>I blogged about when Connor does what his <a href="http://mommaoffour.blogspot.com/2010/11/wanna-know-when-my-son-does-pose-well.html" target="_blank">picture done in this post.</a> Again…sweating the small stuff.</p> <p>Sage also wanted her picture done while I was trying to set up for a shoot for a friend the other day. See?</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TPq4ZCCZmgI/AAAAAAAAFoc/2ej4LWJOWlk/s1600-h/275%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="275" border="0" alt="275" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TPq4Z5b7XVI/AAAAAAAAFog/jh0G93jWZe4/275_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="432" height="432" /></a></p> <p>Did I sweat it?</p> <p>A little.</p> <p>Today…I didn’t sweat the small stuff. I decided not to. Period. Doesn’t mean I will never worry about little things ever again. That’s just me. So what was there to worry about today?</p> <p>The girls had dance clinic. I could’ve stressed over the fact that no one had time to brush their teeth before we left (I did but that’s because I took 5 minutes talking to myself this morning). I could’ve stressed over how loud Connor was during the performances. I didn’t though. I just told him to be as quiet as he could. And then something happened. My calmness seemed to have a positive effect on him. Suh-weet. </p> <p>So there’s my self-help tip of the day. Stop sweating the small stuff. Not that I’m an expert or anything. But it worked for me for today.</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412252176716966619.post-73306824369125676032010-12-03T11:51:00.001-06:002010-12-03T11:51:46.219-06:00How I’m feeling right now…<p>I’m pretty sure something is wrong with one of my lenses for my camera. Not really a good thing. </p> <p>I’m pretty sure my baby has a cold. Actually 4 of my 5 babies have colds right now.</p> <p>I’m pretty sure I’m catching it if the ache in my throat is any indication.</p> <p>A picture is worth a thousand words right?</p> <p>Well if you really wanna know how I’m feeling about a lot of stuff at this point, my baby made a face that describes it perfectly:</p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TPkuL9RObBI/AAAAAAAAFoM/X8aPs_Olmdw/s1600-h/018%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="018" border="0" alt="018" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-HoamKi99JY/TPkuMeoaZsI/AAAAAAAAFoQ/RZhaA2bNjH8/018_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="614" height="411" /></a></p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113247146789318579noreply@blogger.com1