tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84985091560329501252024-03-18T20:52:01.430-06:00Life's a GambleNanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.comBlogger174125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-25680134213009857192012-02-01T00:22:00.003-07:002012-02-01T00:22:47.692-07:00ReminderI just want to remind everybody that I am no longer going to be posting on this blog. Go to this <a href="http://www.life5agamble.blogspot.com/">link</a> to check out my new blog and remember to change your blog roll to show my new blog so that you will know when I write a new post.<br />
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NanetteNanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-86587033968516971062012-01-20T00:03:00.001-07:002012-01-20T00:04:54.727-07:00I'm BackI'm back and I've decided to start a new blog. Therefore, I will no longer be posting on this blog. To follow my new blog click <a href="http://life5agamble.blogspot.com">here</a>.<div><br /></div><div>Thanks,</div><div>Nanette</div>Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-50657344022344484992011-09-25T22:35:00.000-06:002011-09-25T22:35:00.832-06:00Apology<div>I just want to apologize to every for not being good at blogging recently. I feel bad that I haven't been commenting on blogs like I usually do. It's been in the back of my mind a lot, but I've been so busy with school that I keep forgetting. </div><div>So here's my post for the month... well, hopefully I will at least get in one more before October.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's some pictures from the last week of what we've been up too.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCRo8Rk9JzaWntBL_d9LbjYbj5BIP1FN6nxChsroaDmB2_TBxn2qFKYH-bxJirqmiGoPW8le7jeYWsdmqGUAdUlWE1-EBjCuurpIgMA9WZ2ipFDFsBuj_176ffwdOY6igV9W-oevSV1_tB/s320/DSCF1035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654899252195594434" /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCRo8Rk9JzaWntBL_d9LbjYbj5BIP1FN6nxChsroaDmB2_TBxn2qFKYH-bxJirqmiGoPW8le7jeYWsdmqGUAdUlWE1-EBjCuurpIgMA9WZ2ipFDFsBuj_176ffwdOY6igV9W-oevSV1_tB/s1600/DSCF1035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCRo8Rk9JzaWntBL_d9LbjYbj5BIP1FN6nxChsroaDmB2_TBxn2qFKYH-bxJirqmiGoPW8le7jeYWsdmqGUAdUlWE1-EBjCuurpIgMA9WZ2ipFDFsBuj_176ffwdOY6igV9W-oevSV1_tB/s1600/DSCF1035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}">Ethan with his first homework from kindergarten.</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCRo8Rk9JzaWntBL_d9LbjYbj5BIP1FN6nxChsroaDmB2_TBxn2qFKYH-bxJirqmiGoPW8le7jeYWsdmqGUAdUlWE1-EBjCuurpIgMA9WZ2ipFDFsBuj_176ffwdOY6igV9W-oevSV1_tB/s1600/DSCF1035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfewZUyque6ehV1Hns_iTKCgTdc8bXXqhnilWjHSwkY8pASjXIbvLulChJRu0W3jfJC9WT1__hTeGL43K2YdmWa53i86WMd3RRZsZnf2zDw6H5bGw6YmPkwHGxgOzc-PfzZdpHofzlpQSi/s320/DSCF1060.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654899259390200802" /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCRo8Rk9JzaWntBL_d9LbjYbj5BIP1FN6nxChsroaDmB2_TBxn2qFKYH-bxJirqmiGoPW8le7jeYWsdmqGUAdUlWE1-EBjCuurpIgMA9WZ2ipFDFsBuj_176ffwdOY6igV9W-oevSV1_tB/s1600/DSCF1035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}">We have so many funny pictures of Logan sleeping. When he's tired, he's going to sleep. No matter what he's doing.</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ORhIIPn5IFmx6zH6R8CVdNTVs6LerpFOtW1ftsXSIM2BayafYEDnZfatmqlRsaJ0rq4oYk7YyRmTDGL3_y2hkVE6u6i6OrWZisFDhJyfqQO23XGnhGMxod1utHqFRMWn3lWi92W-6aez/s320/DSCF1047.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654899255312411346" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center;">My baby is getting so big and he loves getting his picture taken. He still refuses to walk more than a couple of steps at a time, but I think he is getting close to walking.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCRo8Rk9JzaWntBL_d9LbjYbj5BIP1FN6nxChsroaDmB2_TBxn2qFKYH-bxJirqmiGoPW8le7jeYWsdmqGUAdUlWE1-EBjCuurpIgMA9WZ2ipFDFsBuj_176ffwdOY6igV9W-oevSV1_tB/s1600/DSCF1035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ORhIIPn5IFmx6zH6R8CVdNTVs6LerpFOtW1ftsXSIM2BayafYEDnZfatmqlRsaJ0rq4oYk7YyRmTDGL3_y2hkVE6u6i6OrWZisFDhJyfqQO23XGnhGMxod1utHqFRMWn3lWi92W-6aez/s1600/DSCF1047.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCRo8Rk9JzaWntBL_d9LbjYbj5BIP1FN6nxChsroaDmB2_TBxn2qFKYH-bxJirqmiGoPW8le7jeYWsdmqGUAdUlWE1-EBjCuurpIgMA9WZ2ipFDFsBuj_176ffwdOY6igV9W-oevSV1_tB/s1600/DSCF1035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCRo8Rk9JzaWntBL_d9LbjYbj5BIP1FN6nxChsroaDmB2_TBxn2qFKYH-bxJirqmiGoPW8le7jeYWsdmqGUAdUlWE1-EBjCuurpIgMA9WZ2ipFDFsBuj_176ffwdOY6igV9W-oevSV1_tB/s1600/DSCF1035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfewZUyque6ehV1Hns_iTKCgTdc8bXXqhnilWjHSwkY8pASjXIbvLulChJRu0W3jfJC9WT1__hTeGL43K2YdmWa53i86WMd3RRZsZnf2zDw6H5bGw6YmPkwHGxgOzc-PfzZdpHofzlpQSi/s1600/DSCF1060.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguPfJasr2lsr1lrH2GCbbAw3_vD6fP4sgS37uvlYamixyhUCvv7psSfkY8oZvqIQPXi3BVnIs7wkxZiU0xbiaQivWlg3FRRiEr8LX6nYe569iOuCJRZK1wgKDtr0YcEV4pjRsiqr3_kvTE/s320/DSCF1066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654899264979114418" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><div></div></div><div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u>Chris went out of town for a week and when he came home he brought me these. So sweet!</u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u>I've been so busy with school that I've really had to try to get organized. Of course, getting sick completely throws off one's schedule. I had a sinus infection while Chris was out of town and so I took a couple of days off from school work. Luckily I am caught up now and I am loving my major and my classes. I feel like I have picked the right major, because I'm reallly interested in what I'm learning.</u></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u>So life is busy, but overall it is good.</u></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u>Why is everything underlined? It's driving me crazy, but I can't figure out how to fix it.</u></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div>Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-51766231128448364642011-08-29T22:00:00.001-06:002011-08-29T22:20:35.512-06:00One postThat all I'm likely going to write for the month of August.
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<br />It's been a busy month filled with excitement and anticipation.
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<br />And you want to know what makes me feel <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">old</span></span>?
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<br />My oldest baby starts kindergarten tomorrow.
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<br />I'm very excited and proud of him, but I'm also wondering where the last 5 years have gone?
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<br />So far I'm loving my classes and I'm also excited that I could be graduated this time next year. :)
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<br />It's so nice when they actually all play together. I love my kiddos!
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I love history and I love experiencing new cultures.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">*Get my passport and use it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">*Become fluent in another language</span>.- I would probably pick German, because I already know some of it.<br /><br />*<span style="font-weight: bold;">Have enough money that I can travel places and do philanthropy</span>. - I would love to have this as a full time job.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">*Write and publish a novel</span>.- I've always wanted to publish a book. I'm so excited about this one. I have an idea and I've already started working on it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Get my Bachelor's degree</span>. - Hopefully I will have this accomplished within a year.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Be completely self-sufficien</span>t.- No debt. This one will definitely take a long time to accomplish, but I intend for it to happen.<br /><br />Those are all the ones I can think of at the moment. It's a pretty good list to start with though.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What would you like to do or accomplish?</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgArHp6ppniGLwkNktr5Rq_rYmPcIZHkIwU7hqp_dS9Py5i_CFDxC8wn_uSeXqETImUaylUUmHjba8kAHNIJXEp-khAxqdFmkBuBM4-UQnr2Fz3_JtjRSlNX4xfoUbfAuJF0yGZWnCIl-2G/s1600/100_6484.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgArHp6ppniGLwkNktr5Rq_rYmPcIZHkIwU7hqp_dS9Py5i_CFDxC8wn_uSeXqETImUaylUUmHjba8kAHNIJXEp-khAxqdFmkBuBM4-UQnr2Fz3_JtjRSlNX4xfoUbfAuJF0yGZWnCIl-2G/s320/100_6484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635718442263977954" border="0" /></a>Pondering life at Downtown Disney.<br /></div>Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-16958203077408815892011-07-24T15:00:00.000-06:002011-07-24T15:22:55.799-06:00Recent ProjectsI took a year off from motivation.<br /><br />At least that is what it felt like.<br /><br />Once Colin was born most of my projects were put on hold. I was either too tired, busy, or unmotivated to do the things that I normally love.<br /><br />I've finally been catching the crafty fever again.<br /><br />Part of it is because I have been watching HGTV (my favorite channel) a lot more and I've been feeling inspired to create.<br /><br />The other reason for my recent resurgence is that I had left so many unfinished projects sitting around and I wanted to feel the satisfaction of having them complete.<br /><br />After a year of working on Colin's room I am proud to say that his room is pretty much complete. At least I got it done before he grew out of it. The only thing left that I want to do is get a couple of more pictures of him put in there and a picture of Jesus.<br /><br />COLIN'S ROOM:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">CRIB BUMPER<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCh_gTNHPqWY58HTURESeMWWi-9t5t2apRGBE6x7cupFn4gwqglyyPXyFlE45IpQVnsQL-KLz0JO1Xr2xGzrcYHb0Fqx82m4rjQM8hDtmDhLWy8_6TjL1_sWvWNrT62s6WqJhyEhHuqgiN/s1600/100_2372.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCh_gTNHPqWY58HTURESeMWWi-9t5t2apRGBE6x7cupFn4gwqglyyPXyFlE45IpQVnsQL-KLz0JO1Xr2xGzrcYHb0Fqx82m4rjQM8hDtmDhLWy8_6TjL1_sWvWNrT62s6WqJhyEhHuqgiN/s320/100_2372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632759429158455042" border="0" /></a><br />I actually finished his crib bumper right after he was born, but I recently had to fix it because the ribbon had frayed on some of the ties.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIZES7SZxPBU49swLFxvGj50oN3a9G_fYOnFBWLoZo5l3uf4KrUSYnV0bo2mAAeSFIXYKlfFyPwr_6BnuAbxSZtiQjRp2YxYXVaGxY6ATpL69WEHx05CgWwniWKf-lyOSav-tC2OtqnOvz/s1600/100_2373.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIZES7SZxPBU49swLFxvGj50oN3a9G_fYOnFBWLoZo5l3uf4KrUSYnV0bo2mAAeSFIXYKlfFyPwr_6BnuAbxSZtiQjRp2YxYXVaGxY6ATpL69WEHx05CgWwniWKf-lyOSav-tC2OtqnOvz/s320/100_2373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632759433451704370" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhohgG_912kmab9ryC7FXwd6PflmSpHKDJVJj_hLpUZda0rpM8AIznJovH5HjQ_FfuhvNMv52thPMMRAAOWWx1H9T8PV3ExR4X-_IvfW8RtMelXc9U_VuR6lZcXFQJWBxqQReARQVeI6Pyf/s1600/100_2375.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhohgG_912kmab9ryC7FXwd6PflmSpHKDJVJj_hLpUZda0rpM8AIznJovH5HjQ_FfuhvNMv52thPMMRAAOWWx1H9T8PV3ExR4X-_IvfW8RtMelXc9U_VuR6lZcXFQJWBxqQReARQVeI6Pyf/s320/100_2375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632759441603532306" border="0" /></a><br />I cut out the animals from a different fabric and then sewed them on to the blue and green dot fabric.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPlC37wTAtNCchpjwC-ZZLTKSgwvZ6V0Dq6IQV0QKfzULLhhxh8NUQyZ0R6V69GIq_K4BtK5rF0q5NSR0eMTcriYAAt-GrkASyGYXo3Z4htJ-4r1G9TmN58GeBMWzhXpDbHtukK1VjZeN/s1600/100_6338.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;">PLAY RUG<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiANDeMeIkLUFHHRKpvW6VNb9IJdzV1W_olSl4UcPEAzVu8n7fyeVNzNTX_8ZvLfsb9MmM6UYDh07c1oTEe0BTdn8-tZSC7buIEfL9m7FYJuwrq1BgCYT6MP69AYCrpEfZ5s9ai3gKFzVA1/s1600/100_6302.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiANDeMeIkLUFHHRKpvW6VNb9IJdzV1W_olSl4UcPEAzVu8n7fyeVNzNTX_8ZvLfsb9MmM6UYDh07c1oTEe0BTdn8-tZSC7buIEfL9m7FYJuwrq1BgCYT6MP69AYCrpEfZ5s9ai3gKFzVA1/s320/100_6302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632298701555218882" border="0" /></a>I made this rug from some remnant material I got at Joann's and then sewed ribbon around it.<br /><br />CURTAINS<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwbu8GF4dadaDEmhyJ1HZT4h6dRfbDPUYDYQJN01gcXE7kyIRAToHc9MkNb8H2egeP1gBZvZsblPWYpqIzLwu8opK46aF9kt98CnK52jZhPF3UwzVMTAJMAwKgvWNPhdOla_w5oBhPP_5I/s1600/100_6309.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwbu8GF4dadaDEmhyJ1HZT4h6dRfbDPUYDYQJN01gcXE7kyIRAToHc9MkNb8H2egeP1gBZvZsblPWYpqIzLwu8opK46aF9kt98CnK52jZhPF3UwzVMTAJMAwKgvWNPhdOla_w5oBhPP_5I/s320/100_6309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632298691476457922" border="0" /></a><br />The curtains were the easiest part. I got them for $3.99 a piece at Ross (love that store).<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpZkdDvpxc51PKNd_1qXz5OfstalhYKlvEnA_0bt3avSAzG7BzeT_AggR51dwZ4fBus1UZUsOL1tx6Lgknxs8Ks-DHspU7eIIEF2w0PeQ8Bi-u5eS5-SIf1KBBK8yOfKiCA8teJqbw_zs/s1600/100_6311.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpZkdDvpxc51PKNd_1qXz5OfstalhYKlvEnA_0bt3avSAzG7BzeT_AggR51dwZ4fBus1UZUsOL1tx6Lgknxs8Ks-DHspU7eIIEF2w0PeQ8Bi-u5eS5-SIf1KBBK8yOfKiCA8teJqbw_zs/s320/100_6311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632298694072599202" border="0" /></a><br />CHANGING TABLE<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_pkICaOt5wOrWt9UQQNpYh1GY2thWJjFPre_aNDK5XmBPl6PpVIzmulVmSkS081XdZs153Ijt7SrYGDfm9k2Q3BYs-Jk3KOQJawHwWtbitM8_9APojaRNOiD-TiISOeaBX3l4G0x_LnIh/s1600/100_6299.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_pkICaOt5wOrWt9UQQNpYh1GY2thWJjFPre_aNDK5XmBPl6PpVIzmulVmSkS081XdZs153Ijt7SrYGDfm9k2Q3BYs-Jk3KOQJawHwWtbitM8_9APojaRNOiD-TiISOeaBX3l4G0x_LnIh/s320/100_6299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632298283105073234" border="0" /></a><br />I painted the changing table a darker brown to match the crib.<br /><br />WALL STICKERS<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsHswUVAh9TAHvj48ex8d27J2VeyTc_LMbqW32nZjB0Yp06ZXZX0hWjyfQlBWkQja73PkVSWkvsbkKXCt4W3O2mP6e789aoDlaGKBJ30oKZqtn5dJ-Muzc2CSl-73SZ-lHhfFF1OP_QIab/s1600/100_6296.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsHswUVAh9TAHvj48ex8d27J2VeyTc_LMbqW32nZjB0Yp06ZXZX0hWjyfQlBWkQja73PkVSWkvsbkKXCt4W3O2mP6e789aoDlaGKBJ30oKZqtn5dJ-Muzc2CSl-73SZ-lHhfFF1OP_QIab/s320/100_6296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632298279722795298" border="0" /></a><br />I found these cool wall stickers at the Dollar Store and they matched his room perfectly. I put them upon his closet.<br /><br />ROCKING CHAIR<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPf0Oe1sQPz7dF87msb_cJmIw39kz387jkUso1Mb6SMbJG13LEApz-nq3gdbDiEaW7mLVdYqDnuGRX-HajIERAmM9XYKJlILVraTsZP4qujgPPKFyxa52skngjyWqaiXeYRGIJz2Ql5oRT/s1600/100_6285.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPf0Oe1sQPz7dF87msb_cJmIw39kz387jkUso1Mb6SMbJG13LEApz-nq3gdbDiEaW7mLVdYqDnuGRX-HajIERAmM9XYKJlILVraTsZP4qujgPPKFyxa52skngjyWqaiXeYRGIJz2Ql5oRT/s320/100_6285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632298265531629458" border="0" /></a><br />The rocking chair was definitely the most time consuming project. I had to reupholster and paint it. I painted it a dark brown to match his crib and changing table. Thanks to the expert help of Chris' mom, I was able to reupholster it and have it turn out really nice.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7TjNmbOtlK6MBbipYJJjK0uVeFnin9teoxAkkieNQSpNlsD2yhs7pe-E2bgPa80sYJb927hVuDjxfGxdVrnI-hITkWYyn6eQM_6AkGswvV-YyVJNsaaRNYMIY3PVsew4mm1AFQlkXBUud/s1600/100_6293.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7TjNmbOtlK6MBbipYJJjK0uVeFnin9teoxAkkieNQSpNlsD2yhs7pe-E2bgPa80sYJb927hVuDjxfGxdVrnI-hITkWYyn6eQM_6AkGswvV-YyVJNsaaRNYMIY3PVsew4mm1AFQlkXBUud/s320/100_6293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632298272824296098" border="0" /></a>Cutie Colin<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1SPNr_jUPQmn2JStKTmCQK7YqaMV_8Q9TlBxiTHHa_3eI70GIyiYt8YKOkrA4rJNEiT-KFhTZpO9oK2dPEvNV3bn3kScGHiJhx0089ne_recjX21dWCLR5Lr5-EOczPatvzdyqbOBLUIm/s1600/100_6289.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1SPNr_jUPQmn2JStKTmCQK7YqaMV_8Q9TlBxiTHHa_3eI70GIyiYt8YKOkrA4rJNEiT-KFhTZpO9oK2dPEvNV3bn3kScGHiJhx0089ne_recjX21dWCLR5Lr5-EOczPatvzdyqbOBLUIm/s320/100_6289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632298269465129682" border="0" /></a><br />I also made this cute pillow to complement the rocking chair.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">BAG HOLDER<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPlx2sVW9iOfA1yYxs2x6xit_LEmMK32ullGmNRGRpLqLrPgO70c_IL70eK2SuYP3szRfsG-E5d83t0EcUZlel_-W426ksvsaoZFSBAcSUE7fCywFG-rSGW12wHqUvPJK4arrFvER0dLY/s1600/100_6155.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPlx2sVW9iOfA1yYxs2x6xit_LEmMK32ullGmNRGRpLqLrPgO70c_IL70eK2SuYP3szRfsG-E5d83t0EcUZlel_-W426ksvsaoZFSBAcSUE7fCywFG-rSGW12wHqUvPJK4arrFvER0dLY/s320/100_6155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632296635874221970" border="0" /></a><br />I bought this at JoAnn's and painted it to match his room.<br /><br />MAGNET BOARD<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJKMT0CzlMYpbv4uhyE36loRqZw6gZDKZZf5QBtUX5CzcGryxgJvgTr1uDn41dZ4tgd-vw5VSdQWO9E5AKov4xNAkxi5d0ABDrw03ZZzFd4gsVpWaQC-qaUIdoqyQUPf0hOD0kcY0LAWqb/s1600/100_6152.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJKMT0CzlMYpbv4uhyE36loRqZw6gZDKZZf5QBtUX5CzcGryxgJvgTr1uDn41dZ4tgd-vw5VSdQWO9E5AKov4xNAkxi5d0ABDrw03ZZzFd4gsVpWaQC-qaUIdoqyQUPf0hOD0kcY0LAWqb/s320/100_6152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632296625338270898" border="0" /></a><br />I love magnet boards. They are so fun.<br /><br />SHELVES<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5p2R-8OkDJc0oVUXq62sbPJtgxDsTsPlSkh6EquDgU4zKb9wBL7O4B2vMWeRi91pkYrLGZiJYciTwAfd5gFrG73BJLFVKlnH0iBuHiMfZNRi7tRrwhBiTZUkcv9oXTM-pt8suZe0SNoj/s1600/100_6150.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5p2R-8OkDJc0oVUXq62sbPJtgxDsTsPlSkh6EquDgU4zKb9wBL7O4B2vMWeRi91pkYrLGZiJYciTwAfd5gFrG73BJLFVKlnH0iBuHiMfZNRi7tRrwhBiTZUkcv9oXTM-pt8suZe0SNoj/s320/100_6150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632296618951270034" border="0" /></a>I ordered this cute canvas of Colin online and then I painted his piggy bank to match his room.<br /><br />OTHER DECORATIONS<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeZN40mPhS5aAak3RHUcTzegTFo_hQzh_99T7IRbI8Y4FsqYIEago-Nph_UtDixsW-zkSWKMpPpoyMs3HQouOwIkIQRrpk3OCtQQuS84PePeOEcRaEEAlhwEUMYZqgsXs5gfW5o3id9y2N/s1600/100_6148.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeZN40mPhS5aAak3RHUcTzegTFo_hQzh_99T7IRbI8Y4FsqYIEago-Nph_UtDixsW-zkSWKMpPpoyMs3HQouOwIkIQRrpk3OCtQQuS84PePeOEcRaEEAlhwEUMYZqgsXs5gfW5o3id9y2N/s320/100_6148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632296617447725586" border="0" /></a>This elephant canvas was my inspiration for the whole room. I got it at Ross for $2.99. Awesome! I made his cute mobile out of string and scrapbook paper. I got the idea at JoAnn's.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2JCf1eHA4k_dfLrGSQDBza5dM0-nKLusj7fc9Zx9Xi6Uqm_MXmOn-sWT4_XjSAdH-5JrTW8Jihzz-PKPm3Uh9tAGZVWYRMy_xa8CrCm3asp3qO1qnye-S2WHuxOx9lSvKoPmZcHpMhi4L/s1600/100_6147.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2JCf1eHA4k_dfLrGSQDBza5dM0-nKLusj7fc9Zx9Xi6Uqm_MXmOn-sWT4_XjSAdH-5JrTW8Jihzz-PKPm3Uh9tAGZVWYRMy_xa8CrCm3asp3qO1qnye-S2WHuxOx9lSvKoPmZcHpMhi4L/s320/100_6147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632296613900983618" border="0" /></a>I used scrapbook paper, modge podge, and wood to make his letters.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />CUTIE ONESIE:<br /><br />I threw a baby shower for my friend about a month ago. She is having a girl and so I was so excited to make something girly since I don't get to very often. I got the idea for this onesie at JoAnn's. It took a lot longer then I thought it would, but it turned out great.<br /><br /></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPlC37wTAtNCchpjwC-ZZLTKSgwvZ6V0Dq6IQV0QKfzULLhhxh8NUQyZ0R6V69GIq_K4BtK5rF0q5NSR0eMTcriYAAt-GrkASyGYXo3Z4htJ-4r1G9TmN58GeBMWzhXpDbHtukK1VjZeN/s1600/100_6338.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPlC37wTAtNCchpjwC-ZZLTKSgwvZ6V0Dq6IQV0QKfzULLhhxh8NUQyZ0R6V69GIq_K4BtK5rF0q5NSR0eMTcriYAAt-GrkASyGYXo3Z4htJ-4r1G9TmN58GeBMWzhXpDbHtukK1VjZeN/s320/100_6338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632758645534433954" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFRZIv7Ej5DltGaEMX-Y8gYv8Wg2h-jXXoiBt2FHEIBbxq6M3NCxgLQPYWocLkL7mwrqW77xo9mP9PiDeaPmcm_PLRUKHi68nSMEVfZQqVTY26LGAT19PUPu5epjOSRM16HZSvf9v5o96T/s1600/100_6340.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFRZIv7Ej5DltGaEMX-Y8gYv8Wg2h-jXXoiBt2FHEIBbxq6M3NCxgLQPYWocLkL7mwrqW77xo9mP9PiDeaPmcm_PLRUKHi68nSMEVfZQqVTY26LGAT19PUPu5epjOSRM16HZSvf9v5o96T/s320/100_6340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632758647942170914" border="0" /></a>What do you think?<br /><br />The last couple of weeks my focus has been on decorating my bedroom and living room. <br /><br />Hopefully I will get them done faster than the year it took me to do Colin's room. I will post pictures soon.Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-48566250048905889762011-07-08T14:05:00.003-06:002011-07-08T14:40:53.929-06:00OddsMy kids are all odd numbers.<br /><br />They are currently ages 5, 3, and 1.<br /><br />Colin celebrated his 1st birthday on the 1st.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimnbCUFPDKFQrYXiRHbK32nud_gD3ko6mvRay08YcFjTXQ56siKlfU7fq43Hs72rjH72uFlheNsiSDSdD-5cJTjFbRcP5Snts5KWyk7Fas7otPO1rLg0CPwcD4eu3JxuJZaw5a3MBc9hES/s1600/100_6094.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimnbCUFPDKFQrYXiRHbK32nud_gD3ko6mvRay08YcFjTXQ56siKlfU7fq43Hs72rjH72uFlheNsiSDSdD-5cJTjFbRcP5Snts5KWyk7Fas7otPO1rLg0CPwcD4eu3JxuJZaw5a3MBc9hES/s400/100_6094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626811789691683074" border="0" /></a>He seems so much more grown up now that he is one. (Outfit and Crown provided by Target. Shoes provided by Nana).<br /><br />We started out the celebration with a party on June 30th at the South Ogden Nature Park.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD0ykwi4E9iQUYeGSktGc5tkG9LvFcSbrcaV6r3NVy8kAnCLaQzqFtPe_FYlOthNvMLs18u0sPFaaa3c_RbhT_bBm6l7s0mzbMT9p7jvpDeb_dDnYiFa9yyJazyVC5XsuhSkrvZ22Fg-Hz/s1600/100_5978.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD0ykwi4E9iQUYeGSktGc5tkG9LvFcSbrcaV6r3NVy8kAnCLaQzqFtPe_FYlOthNvMLs18u0sPFaaa3c_RbhT_bBm6l7s0mzbMT9p7jvpDeb_dDnYiFa9yyJazyVC5XsuhSkrvZ22Fg-Hz/s400/100_5978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627058099844655650" border="0" /></a>He likes the water as long as it isn't getting in his face.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Aonu0ZHsWh33sD8V6OuxvUWqxxK6ViX3PJZZXi6TWUHuJawWajiVR1rtfd0fiT9PVS6fY0mavRMmAn-mJBxkIQq0qkg504qMMbeucAm7LgF7Mr1YXghwMu9X0yadI7K3eNr6mwi6i0Qu/s1600/100_6009.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Aonu0ZHsWh33sD8V6OuxvUWqxxK6ViX3PJZZXi6TWUHuJawWajiVR1rtfd0fiT9PVS6fY0mavRMmAn-mJBxkIQq0qkg504qMMbeucAm7LgF7Mr1YXghwMu9X0yadI7K3eNr6mwi6i0Qu/s400/100_6009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626814060464804386" border="0" /></a>He wasn't too interested in opening his presents. He just wanted to play with the wrapping paper.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOQvQLGXG-BfWqGMtbQZalZHVGOPDd-UKDBJh-9XuGeJe4jIMSmmTHvBB8QBKJKIKoCctz4gnG9_8f2opILAIBnHX6GfaIPniZNzjPPg8VWXB6PY_rzE0-fHk8AObXzo9jXM_QUrDwMFv/s1600/100_5984.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOQvQLGXG-BfWqGMtbQZalZHVGOPDd-UKDBJh-9XuGeJe4jIMSmmTHvBB8QBKJKIKoCctz4gnG9_8f2opILAIBnHX6GfaIPniZNzjPPg8VWXB6PY_rzE0-fHk8AObXzo9jXM_QUrDwMFv/s400/100_5984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626811807610865154" border="0" /></a><br />The ice cream cone cupcake cake I made.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbHAY4HDT1zpaVUbAUFHniTtlN774ID7Vkhi63mKm3aXw_GYsBK0Hs894gL3wrBz4eMVT9mCoxAdRpvSHMuasEQtGNfaWRo6cs5zW9vYUpiREUp_Lz9aI1_bbkN47kkDwtZDJ0m-9TX9tg/s1600/100_5991.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbHAY4HDT1zpaVUbAUFHniTtlN774ID7Vkhi63mKm3aXw_GYsBK0Hs894gL3wrBz4eMVT9mCoxAdRpvSHMuasEQtGNfaWRo6cs5zW9vYUpiREUp_Lz9aI1_bbkN47kkDwtZDJ0m-9TX9tg/s400/100_5991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626811796969944210" border="0" /></a><br />We bought this cookie monster cake for Colin to eat.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqDjdBgEDz_79Q0O2AdviH01KjWZyHxkTyWKBVw8YT_X0sYGQ9OhOKKrGeWQy2XNFNM1XpbUtJaoz2bUeDMCNqTgfJcsmMALaDxdtEJZFeLToXBduaErhWPftIMzeYVoVsylMN8rrUcq1/s1600/100_6004.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqDjdBgEDz_79Q0O2AdviH01KjWZyHxkTyWKBVw8YT_X0sYGQ9OhOKKrGeWQy2XNFNM1XpbUtJaoz2bUeDMCNqTgfJcsmMALaDxdtEJZFeLToXBduaErhWPftIMzeYVoVsylMN8rrUcq1/s400/100_6004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626811791463735186" border="0" /></a>Me and my birthday boy.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh815avc9puYsYt3MiNHiGOuV2tlDZAEKFFLiEu1E2B3Ywl_O45JCKTIYIN17k9qAQIn0vJdOhxVScDL3LTBGN4bXP0oXZRVy0NfS_wfx0HkowYj6325huCPc6CQFQF5cgumER5Sg9tYJnR/s1600/100_6018.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh815avc9puYsYt3MiNHiGOuV2tlDZAEKFFLiEu1E2B3Ywl_O45JCKTIYIN17k9qAQIn0vJdOhxVScDL3LTBGN4bXP0oXZRVy0NfS_wfx0HkowYj6325huCPc6CQFQF5cgumER5Sg9tYJnR/s400/100_6018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626814056525597842" border="0" /></a><br />He dove right into his cake and loved it.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtbSFLWIdv7hyphenhyphenlEbUkimhde3KOafeTqZXB6rbbE6SEedAMSb8Ku6Ptstu1Dtc4u56lv3U_LsOKSjGgarZ4jRadwX-h90E_Ln2UjSawzHPc-ZlFvGRg3usaaomGbwdzGI1KWn-2cbe2MyQi/s1600/100_6030.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtbSFLWIdv7hyphenhyphenlEbUkimhde3KOafeTqZXB6rbbE6SEedAMSb8Ku6Ptstu1Dtc4u56lv3U_LsOKSjGgarZ4jRadwX-h90E_Ln2UjSawzHPc-ZlFvGRg3usaaomGbwdzGI1KWn-2cbe2MyQi/s400/100_6030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627058111073644994" border="0" /></a>The cake monster all clean.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">On his birthday we took him to Toads Fun Zone to get his free $25 gift card. He isn't really old enough to do stuff there, but the other kids had a lot of fun.<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV5d3RbBZ89X2ITRRK2LlXsF6wWcvXc52n7awE1vCNjDLhgjdpCtPRPv8W7a0cgIxT3rwJIoWoBlhyphenhyphenuWZ_ZiXMNXjp6cKyYREUbp74K-RLoOZz85cMVv_CUCv-fPGtVbCbycuY-56hylsc/s1600/100_6064.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV5d3RbBZ89X2ITRRK2LlXsF6wWcvXc52n7awE1vCNjDLhgjdpCtPRPv8W7a0cgIxT3rwJIoWoBlhyphenhyphenuWZ_ZiXMNXjp6cKyYREUbp74K-RLoOZz85cMVv_CUCv-fPGtVbCbycuY-56hylsc/s400/100_6064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626814874063849442" border="0" /></a>Riding the Merry Go Round<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIRVodZxjf3C33juzC9VKOXK08mHQI3sSry1RFl3nWGYHWcDuDuXqpji_8Iqx6u716Y_HCHfepiuBqo58u7KcHEQUGgaDz-LiDWjPelYS81F8TfX9m9B12WS8pkNJ3z6JjvLFJ0_dZAXuk/s1600/edit.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIRVodZxjf3C33juzC9VKOXK08mHQI3sSry1RFl3nWGYHWcDuDuXqpji_8Iqx6u716Y_HCHfepiuBqo58u7KcHEQUGgaDz-LiDWjPelYS81F8TfX9m9B12WS8pkNJ3z6JjvLFJ0_dZAXuk/s400/edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627079627111672994" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We squeezed our family into a tiny photo booth. It was cramped but a lot of fun.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXxQq-_-biuZFaFz8YMrcBNmCOf09ZPiywD8lCgpqrAQ-YgfcIrDnkHaWv-GMm4gv4HgkVhFLArOeQQvgyyFY7PmS-pIxKFhyBuzNO5oS41916uiTMeGfBv8vDlMOPa4QABeqUHDD1JF4c/s1600/100_6135.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXxQq-_-biuZFaFz8YMrcBNmCOf09ZPiywD8lCgpqrAQ-YgfcIrDnkHaWv-GMm4gv4HgkVhFLArOeQQvgyyFY7PmS-pIxKFhyBuzNO5oS41916uiTMeGfBv8vDlMOPa4QABeqUHDD1JF4c/s400/100_6135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627058091814770178" border="0" /></a>We sang happy birthday to him again and let him eat a cupcake. He devoured it. While we were singing to him he said, "Wow". It was so adorable and I'm so glad I got it on video.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH-2RHFKD9KSslRP4MOg7J5CFeMobB4VanFvJABDD3_NSS3pkP9Yaphpa3xST-reK2W0KP1hkB-e4ptTgVpBFhzeHgkGsxBYeLTJTBIJjxiC_GImKNwuG0eiC99UndeOURQtrKJ05nHt31/s1600/100_6098.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH-2RHFKD9KSslRP4MOg7J5CFeMobB4VanFvJABDD3_NSS3pkP9Yaphpa3xST-reK2W0KP1hkB-e4ptTgVpBFhzeHgkGsxBYeLTJTBIJjxiC_GImKNwuG0eiC99UndeOURQtrKJ05nHt31/s400/100_6098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626814862783057474" border="0" /></a>My three cute boys.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaUoLHatKPJ7K7aYNupjqkr3Q1RervG7wlqZv0kbc1xKDxAoUvBRxIvIb8FeoiJbH-EUvfBDMkiRmHIT-3Mt3JdGkAEYpDJ8ZwiIUHtsQ20umDD3m0dRsJ2fbv6NEh5aTErYAqKOrBY17E/s1600/100_6034.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaUoLHatKPJ7K7aYNupjqkr3Q1RervG7wlqZv0kbc1xKDxAoUvBRxIvIb8FeoiJbH-EUvfBDMkiRmHIT-3Mt3JdGkAEYpDJ8ZwiIUHtsQ20umDD3m0dRsJ2fbv6NEh5aTErYAqKOrBY17E/s400/100_6034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626814068168306306" border="0" /></a><br />Playing on one of his presents.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOANWb7ylIakEKCfOBxHK8wSwjaaW1B24ovli-JO9wA5o_aUGPBEY-zIL4SlUMCbFN-ep5Q08_QcNKjBm9xbB4AtvpPkWBaO0IoGVlRG7V96-cJtJHPRxRJ28PaX45JEEefzQgT6cGLLg4/s1600/100_6037.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOANWb7ylIakEKCfOBxHK8wSwjaaW1B24ovli-JO9wA5o_aUGPBEY-zIL4SlUMCbFN-ep5Q08_QcNKjBm9xbB4AtvpPkWBaO0IoGVlRG7V96-cJtJHPRxRJ28PaX45JEEefzQgT6cGLLg4/s400/100_6037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626814071601524610" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He was mostly more interested in playing with the wrapping that the presents came than the toys themselves.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">My baby is getting so big and I can't believe it!<br /><br />He doesn't walk yet, but he can crawl really fast and he likes to pull himself to stand on everything.<br /><br />He loves to clap, wave, make funny faces, shake his head yes and no, click his tongue, stand on his head with his bum in the air, and eat and play with cat food (I have a hard time keeping him away from this. He is so fast.).<br /><br />He is such a curious little boy and loves to explore and examine and eat everything that he can find.<br /><br />He loves stuffed animals and blankets and loves to suck his thumb when holding them.<br /><br />He loves to jabber. His favorite things to say are: "mommommom", "dadada", and "nananananana".<br /><br />He has such an amazing personality. He is very easy going and will smile at anyone who will pay attention to him.<br /><br />Colin:<br />We are so glad that you are a part of our family and we love you so much! We are excited to see what this next year will bring and the many new things that you will learn.<br /></div><br /></div>Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-49051519849942201672011-07-03T17:58:00.005-06:002011-07-03T18:21:18.773-06:005 already?Once again I am getting behind on my posts.<br /><br />June just happens to be the busiest month of the year for our family.<br /><br />So many birthdays.<br /><br />It is fun, but a lot of work.<br /><br />One of those birthdays was Ethan's.<br /><br />My oldest baby turned 5 on June 27th. I can't believe I am the parent of a kindergartner. He has been counting down his birthday for a few months now.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQYOoK1fDjWsif97kZxMyZsuQ2CXjt8wC-M47HqLKqNqq7_fFa1EMK4XSHcmlXf7KFhxxQO-CZmAeqoUWL64-WOagggH0Swh3un4DiLiftFqaj5Lo9EMcRSZR6VVUeqyHv-Kp_-TbG88V/s1600/100_5899.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQYOoK1fDjWsif97kZxMyZsuQ2CXjt8wC-M47HqLKqNqq7_fFa1EMK4XSHcmlXf7KFhxxQO-CZmAeqoUWL64-WOagggH0Swh3un4DiLiftFqaj5Lo9EMcRSZR6VVUeqyHv-Kp_-TbG88V/s400/100_5899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625282330817869890" border="0" /></a>The cute birthday boy! He had a star wars themed party.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7njfEsILioS9kr1ld6y15GM4R4TRDpPNCrRMaOxqfXhyphenhyphensY6a9tJECdE2fuipiztHcB474CoHR8KTgO3f4xv7ZvWJLQra0xrI5RLoDuvSSS6xUbWkdBc_MgCwdIKlUuKIr0YoXQJYxE2zE/s1600/100_5908.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7njfEsILioS9kr1ld6y15GM4R4TRDpPNCrRMaOxqfXhyphenhyphensY6a9tJECdE2fuipiztHcB474CoHR8KTgO3f4xv7ZvWJLQra0xrI5RLoDuvSSS6xUbWkdBc_MgCwdIKlUuKIr0YoXQJYxE2zE/s400/100_5908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625282331715495522" border="0" /></a>The cake I made him. This is the first time I have put a lot of effort into a cake. I think it turned out pretty good.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlPVa0x35mWkSNdll_cd8AMXD2Ho8eHEaJBt-deoTVCOc_btHKXvpzOCiV0RteTEF2lFMnP-Hk5qdGee4eHoHHLjZyBjCrnsCiPPk2VRfRQFXYGciYkwAUyrwp8QdeCCMdiIiamDsuG7KW/s1600/100_5919.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlPVa0x35mWkSNdll_cd8AMXD2Ho8eHEaJBt-deoTVCOc_btHKXvpzOCiV0RteTEF2lFMnP-Hk5qdGee4eHoHHLjZyBjCrnsCiPPk2VRfRQFXYGciYkwAUyrwp8QdeCCMdiIiamDsuG7KW/s400/100_5919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625282337837554962" border="0" /></a>With some of his presents. We had a party with some of his cousins.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh46f_tiTqRw9etkiLr0q6TvV2bPtmGmBALkg-_tlvVv0LI2hGkkLdj9H0IuGsmUaaLZHezz_76HaiAOABvoajPMQnAnAiMaig5qiOdKsLTZT2NTf0D3bDrTnYKlr3PDMqOejsTLOGz_Vc8/s1600/100_5920.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh46f_tiTqRw9etkiLr0q6TvV2bPtmGmBALkg-_tlvVv0LI2hGkkLdj9H0IuGsmUaaLZHezz_76HaiAOABvoajPMQnAnAiMaig5qiOdKsLTZT2NTf0D3bDrTnYKlr3PDMqOejsTLOGz_Vc8/s400/100_5920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625282345438780482" border="0" /></a>We took all of the kids to Toad's fun zone to play arcade games. Ethan and Blaine were tall enough to ride on the go-karts as a passenger.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCAE206qrOPp3Fly7K5BrpzmksuLG6bPkcVvMqQuNxy99oKk1lqd7vN8itygLLX7LSkMvgcgO4Y1DiSZ1b0tPPy0YD5MG6WCSz7Zbgw3xEZE01D4F6Gt6dG1GL4mlVK8iAMn4PfZ3de4gp/s1600/100_5927.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCAE206qrOPp3Fly7K5BrpzmksuLG6bPkcVvMqQuNxy99oKk1lqd7vN8itygLLX7LSkMvgcgO4Y1DiSZ1b0tPPy0YD5MG6WCSz7Zbgw3xEZE01D4F6Gt6dG1GL4mlVK8iAMn4PfZ3de4gp/s400/100_5927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625283122525109058" border="0" /></a>Having a blast.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQZAhdIOsPMuADvISlOAREInagp4Wt5bkJPoYKx0m9LmdlZqiwA-UAFPLLRXK_LsBSBi3hLlFuZ4s3mYkYygzooDuj4XJGMxRfebvXQPP2QjWWT3ZsXQyrVmsWDG7J7GhHiCy142r0PEh/s1600/100_5938.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQZAhdIOsPMuADvISlOAREInagp4Wt5bkJPoYKx0m9LmdlZqiwA-UAFPLLRXK_LsBSBi3hLlFuZ4s3mYkYygzooDuj4XJGMxRfebvXQPP2QjWWT3ZsXQyrVmsWDG7J7GhHiCy142r0PEh/s400/100_5938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625283116914807042" border="0" /></a>I think he was having a good day because pretty much every picture I took of him he had a funny expression on his face.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwukgyweCvVdK69AMYQAZoREiAUmTSEBaidw7GWIvidt6VdbmznubQkl-GGaakzOpkVNDOOUOyAQIyNI_Lqk8VXu4j5pGFCPkCYxSeegs7ga8yA3Rgic1qe7IxIY5ptRarccS4uOAAnPuK/s1600/100_5940.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwukgyweCvVdK69AMYQAZoREiAUmTSEBaidw7GWIvidt6VdbmznubQkl-GGaakzOpkVNDOOUOyAQIyNI_Lqk8VXu4j5pGFCPkCYxSeegs7ga8yA3Rgic1qe7IxIY5ptRarccS4uOAAnPuK/s400/100_5940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625283120103007570" border="0" /></a>Logan having fun on the Merry-Go Round<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Happy Birthday Ethan. We love you!<br /></div></div>Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-17302433564184298352011-06-19T20:43:00.007-06:002011-06-19T20:58:25.131-06:00Embarrassment<span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Chris celebrated his 29th birthday on Wednesday.<br /><br />I embarrassed him by calling him "cupcake" on Facebook and hanging this sign for him to see when he came home from work:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi04ZYbt-ILcPpcIkQGZfEi1PK5CcRWxI1nxCu3q51aDQi_2Vfk1RKohQWysPufvjERjk_tIR0SIkmvL51lpa0I_rReUUbxmcjQW6ucsUsduh3ZuzlOkYm34a-7jj_uIaTejt7g3uAyTZaS/s1600/100_5854.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi04ZYbt-ILcPpcIkQGZfEi1PK5CcRWxI1nxCu3q51aDQi_2Vfk1RKohQWysPufvjERjk_tIR0SIkmvL51lpa0I_rReUUbxmcjQW6ucsUsduh3ZuzlOkYm34a-7jj_uIaTejt7g3uAyTZaS/s400/100_5854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620128003697853922" border="0" /></a>He didn't see it and so I made him go outside to look and it and then he said he was embarrassed.<br /><br />We had Navajo tacos for dinner (my favorite) and then we watched the Stanley Cup Finals (per his request).<br /><br />I continued to embarrass him by making him wear this at dinner:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAF46mVTkIsMbbs3xECdanWDvxV2s_txBygd1ivAf-JoqPOmeBVfTS82WUH1tHDof8TjWez4cOKHT7R14iLHvRtsIQrv5VEWizK3WBZuXscZSI7b5oSJUl4IzwJDfM-dmTL0FmzA_-3Trg/s1600/100_5856.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAF46mVTkIsMbbs3xECdanWDvxV2s_txBygd1ivAf-JoqPOmeBVfTS82WUH1tHDof8TjWez4cOKHT7R14iLHvRtsIQrv5VEWizK3WBZuXscZSI7b5oSJUl4IzwJDfM-dmTL0FmzA_-3Trg/s320/100_5856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620127716383887762" border="0" /></a>I think this might be a new family tradition! :)<br /></div><br />To make it fair I made everyone else there wear the glasses too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXmcqtcL9XwhP7uy9W0R6PxoKJEm3JwpFrRpS3zzNDhCXYfRWNlvDY8OgRkbK0DQwgTalu_YOYfA1kouo4xxeDFAG7wGEu-YG8utxYl8ynjr8JMTQEKXBkfe8ejyJW1YbWjTswsp43NcxM/s1600/100_5822.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXmcqtcL9XwhP7uy9W0R6PxoKJEm3JwpFrRpS3zzNDhCXYfRWNlvDY8OgRkbK0DQwgTalu_YOYfA1kouo4xxeDFAG7wGEu-YG8utxYl8ynjr8JMTQEKXBkfe8ejyJW1YbWjTswsp43NcxM/s320/100_5822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620127733203945090" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I look like the biggest dork.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I will save the others from embarrassment and keep their pictures in my secret file for future blackmail (Joking).<br /><br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyGlaNJRJ-lKMBBNldUU0mF_5ugGZaQ_E8YO41GFekfLAM1ZpB7xucCYMMwvHwMmvW5v5xhYQUrICxoa3FntWdirDNfZ6HOo78hz51TSp36r0gzjXeR1molg7JNsJQs5sn2ONbluMzuHqo/s1600/100_5784.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyGlaNJRJ-lKMBBNldUU0mF_5ugGZaQ_E8YO41GFekfLAM1ZpB7xucCYMMwvHwMmvW5v5xhYQUrICxoa3FntWdirDNfZ6HOo78hz51TSp36r0gzjXeR1molg7JNsJQs5sn2ONbluMzuHqo/s400/100_5784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620129638191282226" border="0" /></a>I was so busy that I didn't make him a cake and so I was lame and bought him some cheesecake at the store.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Happy Birthday Chris! We love you. One more year until the big 30!!!!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-25344172047258827602011-06-02T20:49:00.000-06:002011-06-02T20:49:57.013-06:00Nano RocksNanette is the one who usually writes a blog about various things and I enjoy reading the stories about the kids and what she has been doing. So I thought I would surprise her and do one about her. <br />
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</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nanette is the glue that holds us together. When the kids haven't gone wild, she has done her best to make sure the house is clean and comfortable. I know she is doing a great job because the kids love her and somehow can't get enough of her. :-)</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Really though, the best part about Nanette is that she loves me enough to marry this stubborn bald guy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I Love You Nanette and Thank You For Everthing!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Chris Gamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068890747486515424noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-68003002070697308162011-05-19T11:34:00.003-06:002011-05-19T12:18:02.282-06:00TubedMy boys have the "ear infections/huge tonsil" genes.<br /><br />Two weeks after Logan had his tonsils out, Colin had to get tubes in his ears.<br /><br />Now all three boys are "tubed".<br /><br />No more ear infections (at least until the tubes fall out).<br /><br />The hardest part about a baby getting surgery is that they can't eat after a certain point and they aren't old enough to understand why.<br /><br />I wasn't too worried, because Colin usually sleeps all night.<br /><br />But he must've known something was going on because he woke up at 4 am and wouldn't go back to sleep. We didn't have to be to the surgical center till 7:15. We were relieved when his surgery was over and he got to have a bottle. He gulped it down so fast.<br /><br />We definitely took a nap when we went home.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivqxiRgnFguMkmGeNPr72Vw3HiZCRIGRTcq3Rh8Hrm4b9aDriGEvWDtdmM6Yg8s1BIeqKBC4ttBDwpUWsGJCctygYq4OyaYnRlAjjNVitBuYZ5wYQ-oH9_NBv6v9gVKENHuQbAGKxkt7Vi/s1600/100_5598.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivqxiRgnFguMkmGeNPr72Vw3HiZCRIGRTcq3Rh8Hrm4b9aDriGEvWDtdmM6Yg8s1BIeqKBC4ttBDwpUWsGJCctygYq4OyaYnRlAjjNVitBuYZ5wYQ-oH9_NBv6v9gVKENHuQbAGKxkt7Vi/s320/100_5598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608483145982094562" border="0" /></a>"Me want a bottle". -In the waiting room<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_fyYpwfvGDiQWkushB2TDlSF8bRxuzXBd9FfiXkdbxHoeFgnbtWyPq3aSu87U_QowwEgWPDsbis3fSyFyGyoi_hgoBLgdJ8Yja_dmca_SKXwGWy6yVMlxku7TPI1lid-cDueq2w0cpT6f/s1600/100_5601.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_fyYpwfvGDiQWkushB2TDlSF8bRxuzXBd9FfiXkdbxHoeFgnbtWyPq3aSu87U_QowwEgWPDsbis3fSyFyGyoi_hgoBLgdJ8Yja_dmca_SKXwGWy6yVMlxku7TPI1lid-cDueq2w0cpT6f/s320/100_5601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608483150013010610" border="0" /></a><br />Trying to keep him entertained so he doesn't cry. He was pretty hungry.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjClsCIxnXUc-YoDaNjNMR244gF7mosQUyKRecacuGWRXXsxrImFqvmxyjOK3yoAwsrnHqxiXqjhfZLABNsu_utSLD4LU5yq2jdNuvwoja8MYxL5LqiOoxGSZ-8wYXxElfbjZpZT9AjVoQF/s1600/100_5602.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjClsCIxnXUc-YoDaNjNMR244gF7mosQUyKRecacuGWRXXsxrImFqvmxyjOK3yoAwsrnHqxiXqjhfZLABNsu_utSLD4LU5yq2jdNuvwoja8MYxL5LqiOoxGSZ-8wYXxElfbjZpZT9AjVoQF/s320/100_5602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608483153303048162" border="0" /></a>After: He was restless for about 30 minutes and then he wanted to play and acted like nothing had happened.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">He is doing great now, except of course he is teething. There is always something.<br /></div></div>Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-11972482650844623492011-05-16T17:00:00.002-06:002011-05-16T17:17:12.891-06:00So behind......on blogging.<br /><br />I honestly think about doing it every day.<br /><br />I have my awesome sister Katie as a good example for blogging. She is so motivated to do it.<br /><br />I will try harder.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">By Small And Simple Things (The theme for the conference):</span><br /><br />I had the opportunity to go to the BYU Women's Conference a couple of weeks ago.<br /><br />This was my second year going.<br /><br />It was an amazing experience.<br /><br />You should definitely make the effort to go if you can.<br /><br />I felt so spiritually uplifted the whole time and I came home wanting to be a better wife, mother, friend, and daughter of God.<br /><br />And believe it or not... I still feel the same way 2 weeks later.<br /><br />I took a ton of notes and I've enjoyed reading back through them and remembering what I learned.<br /><br />I hope that I can be a better friend to you who read this and to anyone I may come in contact with.<br /><br />Here are a few pictures from the fun weekend:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwJnG6EimkoFg5u9B1O5gZvm1eVSPPFWMDddCke21WILo1LVFFta7q8i8nBMbE06j_TCxkkIG1nJPH6VOJSXRigaCv2xnlLAOKxJykWNG1lgc5DZyS-MNTNdS4W7uJtaTQ3gpa2mHlK69X/s1600/100_5512.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwJnG6EimkoFg5u9B1O5gZvm1eVSPPFWMDddCke21WILo1LVFFta7q8i8nBMbE06j_TCxkkIG1nJPH6VOJSXRigaCv2xnlLAOKxJykWNG1lgc5DZyS-MNTNdS4W7uJtaTQ3gpa2mHlK69X/s320/100_5512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607055511291906002" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My mom's cousin Lisa, Me, and Naomi<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7CxMuBG8RL_fc5yaJBBnF81wQ78AveWUMui96X9L-pr0_6eTWgLyrgj_qtK15F7CLNImOtMx2wgObLTLMFNCAFE4avgm5Qtd0smSbgB28Jc787rRl0movqf6b_Suace32Ec1djDc0uJMz/s1600/100_5436.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7CxMuBG8RL_fc5yaJBBnF81wQ78AveWUMui96X9L-pr0_6eTWgLyrgj_qtK15F7CLNImOtMx2wgObLTLMFNCAFE4avgm5Qtd0smSbgB28Jc787rRl0movqf6b_Suace32Ec1djDc0uJMz/s320/100_5436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607054276081006722" border="0" /></a><br />The 2nd day. We were so tired.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpXbBZ71oafqZOrgDCf3hFMDJCp09hmAtE-r3jf1H2jmUNq2EZpmuhlQC28VIF_tiWFC9laaJ-pH9uUFpDAFhcOtUi2ls3Te-tQn-bu2v3IqLVf66xCrjOv-8TGOHnUu-p6MXDiiQypvmF/s1600/100_5439.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpXbBZ71oafqZOrgDCf3hFMDJCp09hmAtE-r3jf1H2jmUNq2EZpmuhlQC28VIF_tiWFC9laaJ-pH9uUFpDAFhcOtUi2ls3Te-tQn-bu2v3IqLVf66xCrjOv-8TGOHnUu-p6MXDiiQypvmF/s320/100_5439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607054283815746338" border="0" /></a><br />Waiting in line for a class at the Smith Fieldhouse.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrwzMbGgJSVyequRt_kDTNoSdiWgOkNCxUl4lrqgFXVYh8hoK8ngILWnIywQM7CYkeuq8ISdGgS1ayJf8mDdFUAkGONNfTTmBKOKVJ1JRZHcqriydELIwu7kFWvR6pyD-m6QorFfPlTafC/s1600/100_5445.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrwzMbGgJSVyequRt_kDTNoSdiWgOkNCxUl4lrqgFXVYh8hoK8ngILWnIywQM7CYkeuq8ISdGgS1ayJf8mDdFUAkGONNfTTmBKOKVJ1JRZHcqriydELIwu7kFWvR6pyD-m6QorFfPlTafC/s320/100_5445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607054290096733250" border="0" /></a><br />We were bored and we provided entertainment for the people behind us in line.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjl3fHJ3NjNcEVWu4G7tIxuvxvxqbF8MpnrLpUJwRF_Dj8za_fCKp8wV1kbPsYGrCvknbGHw41HM6kAYCDs6iajPw9YknzK0TBAdOFQ56Ge19RbDmNkh41VYf8t2UWI3egq6fwo9jyoOr_/s1600/100_5444.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjl3fHJ3NjNcEVWu4G7tIxuvxvxqbF8MpnrLpUJwRF_Dj8za_fCKp8wV1kbPsYGrCvknbGHw41HM6kAYCDs6iajPw9YknzK0TBAdOFQ56Ge19RbDmNkh41VYf8t2UWI3egq6fwo9jyoOr_/s320/100_5444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607055518831872290" border="0" /></a><br />Ha ha.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtrxozyh358vGG3FyeBDHyvPusSPsuRuh9GeEACJwKcqn6SSelrsrytPTiump4-GrBe3ATli4FQgBht3X_Q2hxDlcnciz-tK_EMkCZjkw9EN5z9DPqudj4JMg6FZV_se5r6fJcjoDBtQl1/s1600/100_5441.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtrxozyh358vGG3FyeBDHyvPusSPsuRuh9GeEACJwKcqn6SSelrsrytPTiump4-GrBe3ATli4FQgBht3X_Q2hxDlcnciz-tK_EMkCZjkw9EN5z9DPqudj4JMg6FZV_se5r6fJcjoDBtQl1/s320/100_5441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607054288727672962" border="0" /></a>I like to embarrass myself.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJQFe8XeyxHTi7Zv7_1xZhKo-BwQp5JodH4OAytHypW0kq2CXTh-f-GlBgIomRMkdSyUawey1SWHQtD1kb-DrrH3TxBFPMTwgehbs3IYOTmqspVacpU33wFXdNQp21kTKtSmWJA4vR_FJc/s1600/100_5446.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJQFe8XeyxHTi7Zv7_1xZhKo-BwQp5JodH4OAytHypW0kq2CXTh-f-GlBgIomRMkdSyUawey1SWHQtD1kb-DrrH3TxBFPMTwgehbs3IYOTmqspVacpU33wFXdNQp21kTKtSmWJA4vR_FJc/s320/100_5446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607055536244022786" border="0" /></a><br />We took this picture in honor of Katie who couldn't come with us. We imagined you acting out this picture Katie. :)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjidtEmugFTCHfoFnXC23lItVGDNbJoL1nAdx4sk8lbcbgyqmefKwhBomcYVGdVP_t4uWHCKgFJt8_oj1Uc11Vs5EQf70OQVlRdPKiq4Kn6i1EAHA89BM_GgbgWZAgq3MDszG7T0OB2cEIo/s1600/100_5443.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjidtEmugFTCHfoFnXC23lItVGDNbJoL1nAdx4sk8lbcbgyqmefKwhBomcYVGdVP_t4uWHCKgFJt8_oj1Uc11Vs5EQf70OQVlRdPKiq4Kn6i1EAHA89BM_GgbgWZAgq3MDszG7T0OB2cEIo/s320/100_5443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607055507417493906" border="0" /></a><br />We thought this picture looked like our brother Nick before he got a hair cut. :)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtajptYIR5QSRxoXZKC0wHjDy7h2J8YxQLNU6Mz27ApHQ5zwqb7iP3wEDBgHUd5a1p3_lZoRbn6uSYyuk9Yl3X9GhnkAFFe29ZgXyMXkFGpHTPM03YXMICd04T_tk9Gg2TNpFNTcbQ-9SR/s1600/100_5450.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtajptYIR5QSRxoXZKC0wHjDy7h2J8YxQLNU6Mz27ApHQ5zwqb7iP3wEDBgHUd5a1p3_lZoRbn6uSYyuk9Yl3X9GhnkAFFe29ZgXyMXkFGpHTPM03YXMICd04T_tk9Gg2TNpFNTcbQ-9SR/s320/100_5450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607055522513379474" border="0" /></a><br />My Dad holding up the Marriott Center roof. He was one of the few men there and was such a good sport in driving us around. <br /></div>Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-57548457760337433082011-05-02T16:00:00.003-06:002011-05-02T16:16:41.259-06:00E.B. was hereWe had a wonderful Easter.<br /><br />It gets more fun every year as the boys get older.<br /><br />They had 2 Easter egg hunts and were spoiled by their grandparents.<br /><br />The hardest part about holidays is making sure the kids understand the real reason for celebrating them.<br /><br />Ethan was so excited for the Easter bunny to come. He was hoping that he could catch a glimpse of him and watch him "poop" out jelly beans (We went the the movie "HOP" a couple of weeks before).<br /><br />On Easter Sunday I asked Ethan if he knew why we celebrated Easter. He told me no. I asked him if he wanted me to tell him. He told me no. Of course, I told him anyway.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi00F8SiZ1G4iIcwP9NBxuM9TTx1sfScCly8HQqhehyphenhyphenujpPOx3uewOq4GRm3LxRffsh4UpdP3cZZV0hDefieFKntpUApfnuzku8vuzv-XBUjfyRdKaK1RqoB_V8oAiLyZOmWPN9ZEOaKFnr/s1600/100_5343.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi00F8SiZ1G4iIcwP9NBxuM9TTx1sfScCly8HQqhehyphenhyphenujpPOx3uewOq4GRm3LxRffsh4UpdP3cZZV0hDefieFKntpUApfnuzku8vuzv-XBUjfyRdKaK1RqoB_V8oAiLyZOmWPN9ZEOaKFnr/s320/100_5343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601983514810550434" border="0" /></a>Ethan had his face painted like a baby chick at the primary party.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBoeab0TAgdHwlSFqqKjnn0wrxXllQzkjOg3QogodnkGr8mKd1s4onmHJvFcZCunyh5hc_oHbIUVxghP6CHa4DTlJ5lj8Lh6OWUmkZJNSEXAYBvIsghYzeltjOBg5yPxKdhxvK7d6mBHm6/s1600/100_5356.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBoeab0TAgdHwlSFqqKjnn0wrxXllQzkjOg3QogodnkGr8mKd1s4onmHJvFcZCunyh5hc_oHbIUVxghP6CHa4DTlJ5lj8Lh6OWUmkZJNSEXAYBvIsghYzeltjOBg5yPxKdhxvK7d6mBHm6/s320/100_5356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601983521838471442" border="0" /></a>Logan finding Easter eggs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8X-kLTm0L-iZJey0ymoOy5g5sqIE01wenkH0AwnG6aLDHi5AY8CFEx2OcdpV5MwAzX2aA_80izrXMZ2ou7v4-uOG4-ZWO5KrmCT39HYF9u2RFMA3tUGz9REDTgcuzoY2pLN0tYBtTSlxE/s1600/100_5366.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8X-kLTm0L-iZJey0ymoOy5g5sqIE01wenkH0AwnG6aLDHi5AY8CFEx2OcdpV5MwAzX2aA_80izrXMZ2ou7v4-uOG4-ZWO5KrmCT39HYF9u2RFMA3tUGz9REDTgcuzoY2pLN0tYBtTSlxE/s320/100_5366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601983518497687170" border="0" /></a>Colin and I after the egg hunt.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb1T5zGPTxUT77Oo2EJPCTTFL7TeyEy1NgRJ-I9Y9GRInrWx5fmOWKYC_GIxyZ8QGEvedMjBIln6dnin61lmMo3QuBaClUpVlYOfUnzzkxB5JAJ1DnS273vCEpsZsIE6K47LFMfnX5ogFs/s1600/100_5378.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb1T5zGPTxUT77Oo2EJPCTTFL7TeyEy1NgRJ-I9Y9GRInrWx5fmOWKYC_GIxyZ8QGEvedMjBIln6dnin61lmMo3QuBaClUpVlYOfUnzzkxB5JAJ1DnS273vCEpsZsIE6K47LFMfnX5ogFs/s320/100_5378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601957683154057970" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ethan and Chris coloring eggs.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrh-ZmAGogB3e7Gy25KFMI4vTk4psLenfAlpGMlItiSgU6DFI0Jna3s2MTP699UNSTauV7MOWBRtTstgzFFhvQqM_h1FXXD1Cjpyu1lsUawSe3a0ASrKNmjyaEShlxk7jojuA2lrbqvGyu/s1600/100_5416.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrh-ZmAGogB3e7Gy25KFMI4vTk4psLenfAlpGMlItiSgU6DFI0Jna3s2MTP699UNSTauV7MOWBRtTstgzFFhvQqM_h1FXXD1Cjpyu1lsUawSe3a0ASrKNmjyaEShlxk7jojuA2lrbqvGyu/s320/100_5416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601957693206301218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Colin in his cute Easter outfit.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAjqew2vHM3mXE4-8q7X1RfTM5mr5fNzP7HKqjjb7j1DllL94E1C7wu_3EGviMy8saLw8HWZ-20iz9z7mVnspRWJHjmkfc_2zzdkort7YkdQlkukmqNzp1v467M3NfSaZ-63WihGE1imsO/s1600/100_5421.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAjqew2vHM3mXE4-8q7X1RfTM5mr5fNzP7HKqjjb7j1DllL94E1C7wu_3EGviMy8saLw8HWZ-20iz9z7mVnspRWJHjmkfc_2zzdkort7YkdQlkukmqNzp1v467M3NfSaZ-63WihGE1imsO/s320/100_5421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601983528072201746" border="0" /></a>I can't believe how big my baby is getting!<br /><br /><br />Happy May to everyone. I'm so glads its here. It's one of my favorite months for many reasons.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-56430988307368804652011-04-21T20:52:00.006-06:002011-04-21T21:30:51.416-06:00LogesMy sweet Logi Pogi had to get his tonsils out today.<br /><br />They've been enlarged for sometime.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRkSPHC7RJ_wRnCfpVYGcnTCz4AKsPLDLhwfR8wnkvb-7CyTJ4JrvZjT_cKXNlCilOm3QBCq3_WjdHHa0noI33a43q_O_XcD3-YiLDHFlaknA_zJGCGSJa3zVdmqMe2_EmkUA-qqeotrY2/s1600/100_5302.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRkSPHC7RJ_wRnCfpVYGcnTCz4AKsPLDLhwfR8wnkvb-7CyTJ4JrvZjT_cKXNlCilOm3QBCq3_WjdHHa0noI33a43q_O_XcD3-YiLDHFlaknA_zJGCGSJa3zVdmqMe2_EmkUA-qqeotrY2/s320/100_5302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598242483151215378" border="0" /></a>Waiting for the doctor to take him back. He was happy, but anxious.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEPtGHqhjje_2vfTBWwAtdQv0GkDb5XwRprTLhdm0rHYAriN9xUPw1oQoE6QCLpHmQ_V6-6GqAqkcd-3gJKVepUbkGST1buICJdfcGKyOewpBBaMwbeKKCpWS85RTUkiBg7tK6G_P-bq8D/s1600/100_5303.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEPtGHqhjje_2vfTBWwAtdQv0GkDb5XwRprTLhdm0rHYAriN9xUPw1oQoE6QCLpHmQ_V6-6GqAqkcd-3gJKVepUbkGST1buICJdfcGKyOewpBBaMwbeKKCpWS85RTUkiBg7tK6G_P-bq8D/s320/100_5303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598242486891589250" border="0" /></a>Logan took a funny picture of Chris.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxkYhtRitLVw47r4hBa6tfJBx0DLtx7eC1SgYtmr42aYqVl5C89Xw_Q2aHU8Z-JYGszj5ackN986DgfcvtyXC5KlzavwawxVDIy-D77V4u00r-jSpeTTDTkQ2JAtn4tLDneqQKkagDi9R-/s1600/100_5307.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxkYhtRitLVw47r4hBa6tfJBx0DLtx7eC1SgYtmr42aYqVl5C89Xw_Q2aHU8Z-JYGszj5ackN986DgfcvtyXC5KlzavwawxVDIy-D77V4u00r-jSpeTTDTkQ2JAtn4tLDneqQKkagDi9R-/s320/100_5307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598242496351517570" border="0" /></a>Right after he woke up from the surgery. He was still sleepy. After about an hour of going in and out of sleep, he woke up, played with cars, and was surprisingly happy.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNuNi0vP0wQG1mkU48CGuPOSTgpFsv2R7TyM5PNTYdx7yORmo-DGqXtrQ3LGDxmThyphenhyphenRHOlo9gzQlT8vcKMQOf9jfpA1D5ygF6uHqC_jantpa4i0yWtKeXMZmvV6icTYvcOWWn8D7xHBXSI/s1600/100_5308.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNuNi0vP0wQG1mkU48CGuPOSTgpFsv2R7TyM5PNTYdx7yORmo-DGqXtrQ3LGDxmThyphenhyphenRHOlo9gzQlT8vcKMQOf9jfpA1D5ygF6uHqC_jantpa4i0yWtKeXMZmvV6icTYvcOWWn8D7xHBXSI/s320/100_5308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598242499226318866" border="0" /></a>The IV in his foot. Poor guy. I told him the nurse was going to come take his IV out and then we could go home and he said worriedly, "I don't want her to take my eye out".<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh04NvYLJ3tvEhe3L_E3H9I9iMoQVcA1htLFFhjxhafupzM_rUrafrX3fl52MdoFynaOUf3gLzftFWmTYuO71EcWjj1ViG1zIiDTwu3oGUrbW_6OAsu7GDglOy287TWxnbxwLF6DB1F4_jZ/s1600/100_5309.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh04NvYLJ3tvEhe3L_E3H9I9iMoQVcA1htLFFhjxhafupzM_rUrafrX3fl52MdoFynaOUf3gLzftFWmTYuO71EcWjj1ViG1zIiDTwu3oGUrbW_6OAsu7GDglOy287TWxnbxwLF6DB1F4_jZ/s320/100_5309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598242505896401682" border="0" /></a>With his cow that he got at the surgical center. He named it "Cookie".<br /></div><br />He's done pretty good since he has been home. It's amazing how tough kids are compared to adults. Hopefully he will have a speedy recovery.<br /><br />Two kids down; 1 to go. I'm guess that it will be colin's turn in 2 years when he is 3.Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-28868871771283856992011-04-07T15:57:00.010-06:002011-04-07T21:32:00.473-06:00Daddy's bowling<div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Chris joined a bowling league a few months ago.<br /><br />It's been fun for him to go. He is actually a really good bowler, which is certainly the opposite of me.<br /><br />The boys love to go to "Daddy's bowling"; especially Logan. He will beg all week to go. The reason he wants to go so bad is not to watch daddy, though, it's because there is a mini arcade there. The boys love playing games, winning tickets, and getting prizes.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div>The last couple of times we have gone they have won around 500 tickets each time. It is amazing. I know I never won that many tickets growing up. The only bad thing about it is that they will probably expect to win that much next time too.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593035195551060642" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix-ODn7SK49k3CBdTne6AYDV6pX1NOFB6reaGkgPYvdDAeSnJchlYkAbSkXmjP_k5avDiFYU8HlJbgE6iJQdRM2RJapI6Fb8rgtGGrtQSu8Iuf3bI_2Dwbvs-oWfWQ2ugvWOrlEpN_PA9I/s320/bowling1.jpg" border="0" />Cute boys with their tickets<br /><br /></div><div> <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593035185604701938" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTXxdbSOIQYEbjFqQuV-c31UQ4eLRJMtfk_2gNJepHsWw0wJcuoEDQtBp-r4KOEj0cqDSE6UHjVhBHO63ptEeMz5kXk4UtwjuRicR7EWE9EuQsQkXKjMp661bhZS4v2TQUP9MiWVjpOn6n/s320/bowling.jpg" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ethan eating his tickets and Logan counting his<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">On to other news:<br /><br />My sweet babes turned 9 months on the 1st.<br /><br /><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593033393996836786" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixb1OLk-WYqepKdrsvw3pVHBug-te_G7IKHNrwmjnuKhCwCxtXEPPKhKbk2LxGVuy6kYPuvlzpYTcZzuTDdpEEi9puwdnY1ap8mlFuoea7hQpQxasp7HT1jFrVC5_bBJv8aWH6jHXnJitU/s320/100_5123.JPG" border="0" /></div><br />He is growing up so fast and is such a joy in our lives. He has such an easy going, happy personality.<br /></div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593033388857241458" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQuq1uexecgyt7ktDByBaON32NwxYvRvFrgnSIuzAaegPoVlQv15WjLL6Ej3fJFpu387jSm5Psb-oEiH9hkODjf3eIqGNt-5vI0vgnG5zeoIHm_XrSKzA_yG-J2_6Fc41iOh3v0sphcrhq/s320/100_5122.JPG" border="0" />When he went to the doctor for his checkup he was only in the 14th percentile for his weight, which really surprised me because one of his nicknames is "Chubs". His head measured in the 100 percentile, though, which means he is going to be really smart. LOL. The most important thing, though, is that he is healthy.<br /><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593033391187150354" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYUgEVSirgmbgyChdCQG9LwZQmasATVNQj1rKWXVb8bHUlsmkRN7c_0lSdMnLhjDf9x5ELgnNhFGGU6NX5yx_N44Ge5X8To6hdgEH9sc3-1farDDwgVwdlEMhcQSx1fEBj1soIriYs6KJK/s320/100_5124.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><div>I love how he is holding his hands and legs in this picture. If only he was looking.<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-28852573632115645652011-03-28T22:40:00.005-06:002011-03-28T23:14:44.979-06:00Where are you?<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Spring.</span>,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Where are you?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The Groundhog said you would be here 6 weeks ago.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I am so done with this weirdo weather.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Why is it sunny for an hour, rainy the next, and snowy after that? (Repeated over and over again).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I'm getting depressed being cooped up in the house.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Please bring warm, sunny weather ASAP.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Sincerely,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Dislikes snow after Christmas</span><br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">For the 1/2 of a day last week that it was sunny and somewhat warm, I took the boys to the park. It felt so good to be outside. The boys were so excited.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZlfGYf2a5Kc5TaPBfdIeapjRx74Heu21LTNFSlJdNkPQqLByQfaxMSuu-08eMbXdnSLuMKXGL1gQ9WeBNH3r1mhIlcguNSHOtK66m82lw5QHzC2rj1LXUzEFudiCDGjwzw-osTeT8-hoH/s1600/100_5030.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZlfGYf2a5Kc5TaPBfdIeapjRx74Heu21LTNFSlJdNkPQqLByQfaxMSuu-08eMbXdnSLuMKXGL1gQ9WeBNH3r1mhIlcguNSHOtK66m82lw5QHzC2rj1LXUzEFudiCDGjwzw-osTeT8-hoH/s320/100_5030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589363936599307378" border="0" /></a>My sweet babes. He loved the swings the most.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha7iO_eycP07lsTe3XSFyf8-gkAT5lQrNvEjxqBrYKdR3eYiLBaqSVkNH0nFaSiIdkmYEjDQgxbLpJ40NvBBgC_CJ3Hno3SriQXbcTKgX9AA2la2kJcbDAu4Ls5zxb97pxyMSa2l3j_xvp/s1600/100_5014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha7iO_eycP07lsTe3XSFyf8-gkAT5lQrNvEjxqBrYKdR3eYiLBaqSVkNH0nFaSiIdkmYEjDQgxbLpJ40NvBBgC_CJ3Hno3SriQXbcTKgX9AA2la2kJcbDAu4Ls5zxb97pxyMSa2l3j_xvp/s320/100_5014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589364436593555170" border="0" /></a>Ethan, my soon to be kindergartener<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrYVzQECp4Tmc7DuKAteg7Pf5sGh7StC5w3bDMiPTy1ZzhK3Rv-Zr_bK8WFXC40Ch5Xjg_1r5v0Hsh_aN47WSRWOCQPu_56HEL2DFeVa-nsYtVIJFcjVYs8zmzAnYVSEBsv7FeY6Qi_1UE/s1600/100_5021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrYVzQECp4Tmc7DuKAteg7Pf5sGh7StC5w3bDMiPTy1ZzhK3Rv-Zr_bK8WFXC40Ch5Xjg_1r5v0Hsh_aN47WSRWOCQPu_56HEL2DFeVa-nsYtVIJFcjVYs8zmzAnYVSEBsv7FeY6Qi_1UE/s320/100_5021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589364441632040114" border="0" /></a><br />Logan the monkey<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid0Don6XtTXPGMasl0MJHwehcH8-DaA7Yrw2DiHuNUru2w01glOFyQXZn4gVQFBqxcX-2HZXdFgOVQWylMP09NMRrXUzZU71K1v9N5bWv7fbCPnmDL1jWOPyrVArmT2_RF3KbucnBjIL6O/s1600/100_5029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid0Don6XtTXPGMasl0MJHwehcH8-DaA7Yrw2DiHuNUru2w01glOFyQXZn4gVQFBqxcX-2HZXdFgOVQWylMP09NMRrXUzZU71K1v9N5bWv7fbCPnmDL1jWOPyrVArmT2_RF3KbucnBjIL6O/s320/100_5029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589363939878235842" border="0" /></a>Three cutie boys<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8_B5daSULNKc_Gn1xkFFKFMIfM5vpaVv0SuqFexEBChBHh7N458Fz8IPBn1FrYNacvtPvzVqzLh9VVHHWyT1w53q_R5Ju38OAc2EHbaIL6g0GujAtKjr0NfZRCeUwdK6IU1WxzgJu0rn/s1600/100_5018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8_B5daSULNKc_Gn1xkFFKFMIfM5vpaVv0SuqFexEBChBHh7N458Fz8IPBn1FrYNacvtPvzVqzLh9VVHHWyT1w53q_R5Ju38OAc2EHbaIL6g0GujAtKjr0NfZRCeUwdK6IU1WxzgJu0rn/s320/100_5018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589363925969460338" border="0" /></a>What cute smiles!<br /></div>Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-64349670939346874812011-03-24T15:08:00.001-06:002011-03-24T15:32:49.399-06:00Lovin' it<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I got my hair done last week by my sis-in-law Chelsea. </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">She works at a salon in Logan and I was up visiting my parents and thought it was the perfect time for my hair to get some much needed attention.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Now I just need to live closer to them so that I can pay them to do my hair everyday! :)</span></div>Chris Gamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068890747486515424noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-51460539222251882342011-03-20T23:25:00.005-06:002011-03-21T00:08:11.813-06:00Renactment<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">On March 27th Chris and I will have known each other for 7 years.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">We met on a blind date.</span><br /><br />Yesterday we decided to relive our first date.<br /><br />I don't remember as much as I would like to of our first date.<br /><br />I do remember that my cousin Ashley was trying to set me up with a different guy, but then he couldn't come and so I told her not to worry about it and that I didn't need to go.<br /><br />Well, then my cousin Josh found his friend Chris Gamble to go with me.<br /><br />I had been on 4 other blind dates before so I wasn't extremely nervous... until I got to Josh and Steph's house. Chris was "hiding" in the basement when I got there. It's always weird when you meet your blind date for the first time. You have no clue what they are going to look like or what they will be like.<br /><br />I remember that I was the chauffeur for the date. I drove my awesome Ford Explorer because we could fit all six of us in it. We started out with small talk... and I soon found out that Chris was unemployed; well, in his defense he was between jobs and was going to start a new job the next week. That is all I remember about our conversation in the car. Chris and I always joke about how this is a good way to start out a date by telling the other person that you don't have a job.<br /><br />We ate dinner at The Old Spaghetti Factory at Trolley Square. I don't remember anything expect that Strawberry Lemonade came out my nose. I don't recommend laughing and drinking at the same time.<br /><br />After dinner we stopped at the Tesoro Gas Station on Beck Street in North Salt Lake. I think I had to get gas. Then we went to the Walmart in Harrisville and walked around for an hour. I don't even remember why we went there. We did sit on one of the couches and stare at the camera in the ceiling. Good times.<br /><br />I honestly can't remember what we did after that. I think we went back to Josh and Steph's house and either played a game or watched a movie. Do you remember Ashley? I wish I would've written this stuff sooner.<br /><br />Anyways, we might never have seen each other again, but I stayed over at Ashley's house that night and went to church with her on Sunday. Ash's mom asked me if I wanted Josh to invite Chris over for dinner.<br /><br />Chris came over. He spilled red punch on their tablecloth. I spilled chicken on my shirt. Chris ate it off my shirt. We went to a Jericho Road fireside. We sorta held hands. Chris got up the courage to ask me out again.... and the rest is history (well, we obviously went on a lot more dates before we tied the knot).<br /><br />I don't have any pictures of us on our first date, but my Aunt did take a picture of us at dinner that Sunday. I will scan it soon and then you can see how young we look.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Back to yesterday:</span><br /><br />We reenacted our date a week early because we had a babysitter and when you have kids you can't pass up those opportunities.<br /><br />We first went to Home Depot. We walked around without the kids driving us nuts and we talked about different things we want to do to our house.<br /><br />We then went to IKEA. I wanted to buy everything, but we were good and just window shopped.<br /><br />Next we arrived at the Spaghetti Factory. We only had to wait about five minutes. We were seated in the trolley. I was excited to sit there, but then I realized that it was pretty crammed. So, we can say that we have eaten in the trolley car, but never want to do it again.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw-3yOvlp6o-Tkl4knvEpdzMp6CvcqIQ3QG6w8YH_zF6WLVvrR0z5mZp0q19xm76QHCxlLMORwjvcZZ_OSGLli5802wdiVqMq7ShKli30pGIDMwkSDdIfBIjS7YF1st0nqnbzPOQ8Nar7a/s1600/100_4904.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw-3yOvlp6o-Tkl4knvEpdzMp6CvcqIQ3QG6w8YH_zF6WLVvrR0z5mZp0q19xm76QHCxlLMORwjvcZZ_OSGLli5802wdiVqMq7ShKli30pGIDMwkSDdIfBIjS7YF1st0nqnbzPOQ8Nar7a/s320/100_4904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586408912685003346" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">My handsome hubby</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimV7VM9ZEmVDnperC9Ew9hS5l6HZRVitFakPdo1Dqp6DQA5pgNxNeHA3GYhxQzhMBk61Kqwcs_ghbdg7XUabeWV-cfv93DtFsET4m986lLOKzoYrrSt45WUDduTNiB5lfsdHaGzbu_RbvN/s1600/100_4908.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimV7VM9ZEmVDnperC9Ew9hS5l6HZRVitFakPdo1Dqp6DQA5pgNxNeHA3GYhxQzhMBk61Kqwcs_ghbdg7XUabeWV-cfv93DtFsET4m986lLOKzoYrrSt45WUDduTNiB5lfsdHaGzbu_RbvN/s320/100_4908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586408917342171234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">I love spumoni!</span> Can you tell my hair is darker? Thanks Chelsea for coloring it. I will show a close picture of it once I get a picture.<br /></div><br />Sadly...Strawberry Lemonade did not come out my nose, but we had a really enjoyable time strolling down memory lane.<br /><br />On our way home we obviously had to stop at Walmart. Their furniture is up high now, so we couldn't sit on a couch. We went over to Lawn and Garden thinking we could sit on a patio chair, but they have those up high now too. They must have gotten sick of people making out on them.<br /><br />I remembered that they usually have benches by the pharmacy and so we headed over there and sat on one for a couple of minutes.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGfjl2xSPVpuKQd4ArXEntFdhlV07kZCz0yQpixLVQhakHPMMuPAbCE9tBeifMencx7ciuxVo3PUo97qmBMlct8nLD2k1-eVBAaMPfKhMPK7-cakqL0RoWkDo39pnpUTtOgfJn2AK7RdFa/s1600/100_4909.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGfjl2xSPVpuKQd4ArXEntFdhlV07kZCz0yQpixLVQhakHPMMuPAbCE9tBeifMencx7ciuxVo3PUo97qmBMlct8nLD2k1-eVBAaMPfKhMPK7-cakqL0RoWkDo39pnpUTtOgfJn2AK7RdFa/s320/100_4909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586408919983411378" border="0" /></a><br />I bet people thought we were weird taking a picture of ourselves on a Walmart bench. They just don't understand that it holds sentimental meaning to us. Ha ha.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I can't believe we have known each other for 7 years. I also can't imagine that we went most of our life not knowing each other. But now we are family... And we have a lot to show for our 7 years together. Most importantly... we have created 3 adorable boys.</span><br /><br />It has been a rocky road at times, but I am certainly enjoying the ride.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I love you Chrissy.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What did you do on your first date with your spouse?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">P.S. </span></span> My baby has started crawling. He is getting into eveything!Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-50375968136775575372011-03-15T14:32:00.007-06:002011-03-15T16:39:00.501-06:00BlessedI think of myself as a whiner.<br /><br />I'm always complaining about how hard things are or how I wish things were different.<br /><br />I dislike this trait of mine. It is a definite weakness.<br /><br />But... As I was laying in bed last night, tossing and turning, I became overwhelmed with love and gratitude for all the I have.<br /><br />I am so blessed.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNKKVhI088aEY3LHY7rD-u194VZaNOT61xv1ivOiZfLRJC6hu4M_zrUu6uCfdCBiAOr-s8Qe7fj4C0ZEg8iSScoM97ETuOuxjPWlAYCf7-Hqky6b0deYE0Hl4pepcy3mGYuyVAUjWId8CC/s1600/cutie.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNKKVhI088aEY3LHY7rD-u194VZaNOT61xv1ivOiZfLRJC6hu4M_zrUu6uCfdCBiAOr-s8Qe7fj4C0ZEg8iSScoM97ETuOuxjPWlAYCf7-Hqky6b0deYE0Hl4pepcy3mGYuyVAUjWId8CC/s320/cutie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584410567609840354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">.....So blessed</span></span> to be the mother of this sweet cutie. As you can see, we can't leave him in his car seat unbuckled anymore.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghILs8029gZQh9x7I1uymf5P4C337whWnB5oG9JL7Ienk_kryg4fxFazXBBNPvyFuHCT03gGLGZqoa-CHM5qt9JTYOkTLWCapr0pXN6yGCvQS-nMawnIg0yDJG0qFJvaotVUEeCl3Djjnr/s1600/100_4690.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghILs8029gZQh9x7I1uymf5P4C337whWnB5oG9JL7Ienk_kryg4fxFazXBBNPvyFuHCT03gGLGZqoa-CHM5qt9JTYOkTLWCapr0pXN6yGCvQS-nMawnIg0yDJG0qFJvaotVUEeCl3Djjnr/s320/100_4690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584411362642445746" border="0" /></a>He decided he had enough and was almost all of the way out before I grabbed him. He is getting so mobile. He does the army crawl and also likes to scoot on his back. It is pretty funny to watch. He says Mama a lot, mostly when he is sad. I have also heard him say hi and dada.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyXVQTM1TCCd3xB4SO-Vr9Xoo2v7AV0evMPSgwJmSzg2ISTCN7fimzK3VgEzSMVppKw71rUWMmTj9hyWn6U759gTNkhmUWHxzzmkuociljUyQpcD2Ut5QM_9ojpIZL8ZagnLuZXCzQVOfb/s1600/100_4713.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyXVQTM1TCCd3xB4SO-Vr9Xoo2v7AV0evMPSgwJmSzg2ISTCN7fimzK3VgEzSMVppKw71rUWMmTj9hyWn6U759gTNkhmUWHxzzmkuociljUyQpcD2Ut5QM_9ojpIZL8ZagnLuZXCzQVOfb/s320/100_4713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584412004177048498" border="0" /></a>He is such a sweet baby. He loves to hold his doggie or a blanket when he is tired and suck his thumb. <span style="font-weight: bold;"> I love you Colin Babes!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKQ3tAKv4zuPRtHASfCOkj3mYHEagH6wfDbdXHdnRM2kNdtcNzGEHdAJBTTr6EMrMPSKhJas6SXLZn6h1aFNoaI-ayCAKAPqUPxBtR2LCpysJS_m97gMKnGAOkoCl5xKon4ZX-sEL_RmFv/s1600/100_4644.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKQ3tAKv4zuPRtHASfCOkj3mYHEagH6wfDbdXHdnRM2kNdtcNzGEHdAJBTTr6EMrMPSKhJas6SXLZn6h1aFNoaI-ayCAKAPqUPxBtR2LCpysJS_m97gMKnGAOkoCl5xKon4ZX-sEL_RmFv/s320/100_4644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584412855233927170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">...So blessed</span></span> to be the mother of this adorable 3 year old. Doesn't he look so cute in his bowling shoes? He asks to go bowling every day; not really because he wants to bowl, but because he wants to play the arcades there. He has the cutest little voice and always says the sweetest things. He always tells me that different things are beautiful... like my hair or other things. He is also very sensitive to when others are sick or hurt by giving them hugs and kisses.<br /><br />A couple of conversations we have had with Logan lately:<br /><br />Chris was reading a book with Logan (He has been obsessed with reading books lately.). Logan pointed at a picture and mentioned that it was Chris.<br /><br />Chris: No. That's Jesus. Did you know that Jesus loves you?<br /><br />Logan: Yah. He died me.<br /><br />Me: He died for you?<br /><br />Logan: Yah. But he will get up again.<br /><br />So precious to hear from a 3 year old. I can tell he has been listening in primary.<br /><br />Another conversation from this morning:<br /><br />Me: You know I love you right?<br /><br />Logan: Ohhhh.<br /><br />Me: What?<br /><br />Logan: You're so funny.<br /><br />Me: Do you love me?<br /><br />Logan: No. I love Ethan.<br /><br />Me: Well do you love me too?<br /><br />Logan: No. Just Ethan.<br /><br />Me: Okay. Well, go have fun playing with him.<br /><br />Logan: Okay.<br /><br />Me: Love you.<br /><br />Logan: Love you too.<br /><br />What a sweet boy.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2gynwufX3n-C_0Oug5YsqOz0GPwdHRdgs_Mu0yVoqVdvbNgE71b5SWmdaO7dOBpPjjqQGr_qvQHQ_3Dj9acflgnaBjwlzLSILnWZEmQVa_hAXHqZBMw1i29mksHJYbLvO7KvnbH2fwW10/s1600/100_4698.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2gynwufX3n-C_0Oug5YsqOz0GPwdHRdgs_Mu0yVoqVdvbNgE71b5SWmdaO7dOBpPjjqQGr_qvQHQ_3Dj9acflgnaBjwlzLSILnWZEmQVa_hAXHqZBMw1i29mksHJYbLvO7KvnbH2fwW10/s320/100_4698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584412869758485810" border="0" /></a>He is becoming such a good, big brother to Colin. He always wants to hold him and give him his bottle. He actually looks smaller than Colin in this picture. I just noticed that. He is pretty small for his age, but such a cutie. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I love you Loags!</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNbe2RbiiTAnp8UoAqwt8rhcYQLhTkdb8tFSm1XQXtEa80YMRz5_dk4l-WLzA6ldhh3L9hSNYrtD_Eyizu0J-gIZ8NzxCpuCXRZSW8uuqnWzfYof57kofSvDTdKB4FVHbY9nOrj-Ynzxb/s1600/100_4645.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNbe2RbiiTAnp8UoAqwt8rhcYQLhTkdb8tFSm1XQXtEa80YMRz5_dk4l-WLzA6ldhh3L9hSNYrtD_Eyizu0J-gIZ8NzxCpuCXRZSW8uuqnWzfYof57kofSvDTdKB4FVHbY9nOrj-Ynzxb/s320/100_4645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584423193337454514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">....So blessed</span></span> to be the mother of this smartie pants 4 year old. Ethan loves going bowling too. He has become obsessed with Star Wars lately. He loves watching the cartoon and also the real movies. Him and Logan pretend they are fighting with light sabers all day. He is very interested in numbers and already knows basic addition. He is obsessed with doing puzzles and can put together 100 piece ones by himself. I can't believe my oldest baby is going to be in kindergarten this year!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb3zpMzpI71EoTmPuu2I6z7GFXD-1ooV2k9V0vWocsP7xVzQbttcNuhVqNXsmnEoEyvuTusyeo4-OF41FTz0kEwD8IxsIL0pWNGbZlZEDzPWpjR9w2R6H9SZ0puqo7O4fX43PptxJw4aZr/s1600/100_4705.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb3zpMzpI71EoTmPuu2I6z7GFXD-1ooV2k9V0vWocsP7xVzQbttcNuhVqNXsmnEoEyvuTusyeo4-OF41FTz0kEwD8IxsIL0pWNGbZlZEDzPWpjR9w2R6H9SZ0puqo7O4fX43PptxJw4aZr/s320/100_4705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584423203549300130" border="0" /></a>We are at Nana and Papa's house right now. Ethan was taking a bath last night. He wanted the jets turned on. I left the room for a minute and came back to find him completely covered in bubbles. It was hilarious. He is such an amazing big brother to baby Colin. He always makes Colin laugh. He also loves to help me clean. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> I love you Ethan Vader!</span><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV58qRzsCYuxRSxvIzAvNjm-Dn9nAwflYZkFte9wzFYG3yLQ2jM6oHhd-37jXIFCJPVHGC20turyK50UeKrTBNUjwfwA5lYtSymIAO8qGJV30W2SyCgWQU6TiRDdqkKPVBueVtFrCvckja/s1600/100_4650.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV58qRzsCYuxRSxvIzAvNjm-Dn9nAwflYZkFte9wzFYG3yLQ2jM6oHhd-37jXIFCJPVHGC20turyK50UeKrTBNUjwfwA5lYtSymIAO8qGJV30W2SyCgWQU6TiRDdqkKPVBueVtFrCvckja/s320/100_4650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584423214416554034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">...So blessed</span></span> to have a wonderful husband. He is an amazing bowler. He is so good at providing for our family. He is an awesome dad to our 3 boys. He always has so much on his plate but somehow he manages to deal with lack of sleep and free time. He makes me feel so special and loved. We have many differences, but also so many things in common. We love watching sports together. We love scrapbooking together (ok. Well, he probably doesn't love it, but he is willing to do it to spend time with me). Most of all we love spending time together. I'm so glad I found you Chris. I love you and can't wait until you come home from 'Bama.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">...So blessed </span></span>to have the knowledge of the true gospel.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">...So blessed</span></span> to be sealed to my family for eternity.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">...So blessed</span></span> to have a Savior who loves me.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">...So blessed </span></span>to know and love so many good people. I would mention you all, friends and family, but then this blog would go on for eternity. Just know I am thinking of you. <br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">..So blessed</span></span> for so many things.<br /><br />When I feel like whining again, then I will remind myself to read this post.<br /><br />So blessed.Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-5691320964487781092011-03-03T21:08:00.007-07:002011-03-03T23:08:25.496-07:00Writers Block...Ugh.I have writer's block and am having a hard time coming up with things to write so this will mostly be a picture post.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLkJp36YNfcAoGuz_7svJYHRojBpqWy4c6br9mFa2nctmzMnLoVksvgFruzZJaI6I6Z7PjFfCRnP41L3eyGV78oM5OLz2huB6fhBFavC671EnbO4twI6scNyRtzkk5c3_tcE7ANKa-D1HP/s1600/100_4610.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLkJp36YNfcAoGuz_7svJYHRojBpqWy4c6br9mFa2nctmzMnLoVksvgFruzZJaI6I6Z7PjFfCRnP41L3eyGV78oM5OLz2huB6fhBFavC671EnbO4twI6scNyRtzkk5c3_tcE7ANKa-D1HP/s320/100_4610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580072693589809842" border="0" /></a>My sweet baby turned 8 months old on the 1st. He is the sweetest little boy. Always smiling.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9u1lfPKC0at1EpNQmnB6aTJJuZmtisVPu3PUGEfNHexCifasuyZGr09fnNalJtI296iax5vlg78YVkSkVc7LmvTKTuLegWVIAOG3yDG6xtKv3cvUPtffIqN8IyUhzzXOxTn-0ulIYN2By/s1600/100_4621.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9u1lfPKC0at1EpNQmnB6aTJJuZmtisVPu3PUGEfNHexCifasuyZGr09fnNalJtI296iax5vlg78YVkSkVc7LmvTKTuLegWVIAOG3yDG6xtKv3cvUPtffIqN8IyUhzzXOxTn-0ulIYN2By/s320/100_4621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580073042720768578" border="0" /></a>Chris gave me these beautiful tulips on Tuesday. I love it when he surprises me with flowers; especially tulips. They are my favorite.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFDzxYVyjIxb6-4me85oFKR5_kBlUtsEo8JnKXFLBZgsgSMx-HrAIe4mu5mHqD3i_FAcTBpWbuUEAiNbu2iC3J4rXSJLDc5Wq3YNh5_yE_TJ4y8_WreRwPIE_mfJjG5JMqK0GsN9MBDvBr/s1600/100_4624.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFDzxYVyjIxb6-4me85oFKR5_kBlUtsEo8JnKXFLBZgsgSMx-HrAIe4mu5mHqD3i_FAcTBpWbuUEAiNbu2iC3J4rXSJLDc5Wq3YNh5_yE_TJ4y8_WreRwPIE_mfJjG5JMqK0GsN9MBDvBr/s320/100_4624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580072698448414178" border="0" /></a>Chris helped me make a delicious dinner tonight. We made Chicken Marsala and also had Gorgonzola Cheese Fondue for our bread. Very stinky cheese, but SO YUMMY! I even got out the place mats and put our salad in a bowl instead of just getting it out of the bag. Talk about going the extra mile for once. J/K.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggdRmX_f3Yqb3EL610iu2itHclj9UTsJOjwnzREqlPRbdxuaBE7w1vAAkfGI5zlmtVxH9ljKTtashBz9yINbiwvfGyi81EMzZG_qXmpf96Ukc4t_cZwCUDwMNDKDevSqp_0W78ts53u2fT/s1600/100_4616.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggdRmX_f3Yqb3EL610iu2itHclj9UTsJOjwnzREqlPRbdxuaBE7w1vAAkfGI5zlmtVxH9ljKTtashBz9yINbiwvfGyi81EMzZG_qXmpf96Ukc4t_cZwCUDwMNDKDevSqp_0W78ts53u2fT/s320/100_4616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580073040348314706" border="0" /></a>I found this picture on my camera. I guess Ethan took it while I was making dinner. As you can tell I am cooking by "lamplight". Our kitchen light decided to stop working last Saturday. We replaced the light bulbs and switch, but it still isn't working. Chris is going to take it apart tomorrow and hopefully we will have light again. It's not so fun doing dishes in the dark. Unfortunately we don't have a window in the kitchen.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Overall it's been a good week.</span></span><br /><br />I've been to the gym 4 days in a row.<br /><br />My teeth are getting whiter every day.<br /><br />I haven't cried or gotten depressed for a few days.<br /><br />One of the downsides to this week is that my friend Leah moved to California. I had so much fun hanging out with her, but hopefully I'll will be able to go on a road trip to see her sometime.<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDdSS78sEqXeeSLEDadO-Kxs1laVKU2TFw6xBEjotvs2BIAjHxurZknBLYI4ZiFtyhWIkdG9lqm352_-Uhwf78EyK20k9c4ePbXFu4Tvrw0kswCkH0wIW91jq7N8y07UARFGwrRtrCARB/s1600/girls1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDdSS78sEqXeeSLEDadO-Kxs1laVKU2TFw6xBEjotvs2BIAjHxurZknBLYI4ZiFtyhWIkdG9lqm352_-Uhwf78EyK20k9c4ePbXFu4Tvrw0kswCkH0wIW91jq7N8y07UARFGwrRtrCARB/s320/girls1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580072688789716610" border="0" /></a>Leah, Me, and my friend Kasey<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I've learned this week that exercise really does give you energy, motivates you, and makes you feel better about yourself. So if you are feeling down, do some jumping jacks or something.<br /><br />Wow, this turned into a more productive post then I was expecting it to be.<br /><br />Hopefully I can get myself to write another one soon.<br /><br />I hope everyone has a good weekend.<br /></div></div>Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-52827180844192514532011-02-15T12:50:00.003-07:002011-02-15T13:08:39.052-07:00Mommy I'm happyI have been desperately wanting to get Logan potty trained for some time now. <br /><br />He is almost 3 1/2 years old and we are tired of changing his diapers. The only problem is that he seems to be pretty content. <br /><br />One day I was changing an extra "awesome" diaper of his and I asked him if he was tired of having to get his diaper changed and if he wanted to go in the potty. Without skipping a beat he replied,<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> "No Mommy. I'm happy".</span></span><br /><br />How are you supposed to potty train a kid when he is "happy" with wearing diapers?<br /><br />I have gotten him to sit on his potty a couple of times. He is a very patient kid when he does sit on it. He sat on the toilet for 2 hours straight once. Crazy kid!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinMcTIQeQjkEmk9VlBjya4rpTX-xSHbnInucfqmLxnf-oVGO-ao4b-3nXWDs0zkVPdHiyecRc-0fRNwaH1R_FUouL5Xq5lzOqM_3Fd-yzTNvU1nTwiOLY1M1sUZbGqCreDXhaxg-iZi9Ul/s1600/potty2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinMcTIQeQjkEmk9VlBjya4rpTX-xSHbnInucfqmLxnf-oVGO-ao4b-3nXWDs0zkVPdHiyecRc-0fRNwaH1R_FUouL5Xq5lzOqM_3Fd-yzTNvU1nTwiOLY1M1sUZbGqCreDXhaxg-iZi9Ul/s320/potty2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574006230650379234" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIjRb2flGNC9VEfUuJosQX2pF5u8Kl4TP-yztMqkBHsXFCSAe3BNOLsZdFwnhxsEbGt3Pcb31McRfIXY6TqBkcHXNzCiqIZO28CCJw1BjThoKZA54OTI4nN6oZxnOcS8zFWguLkrRGHG6z/s1600/potty1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIjRb2flGNC9VEfUuJosQX2pF5u8Kl4TP-yztMqkBHsXFCSAe3BNOLsZdFwnhxsEbGt3Pcb31McRfIXY6TqBkcHXNzCiqIZO28CCJw1BjThoKZA54OTI4nN6oZxnOcS8zFWguLkrRGHG6z/s320/potty1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574006224422910050" border="0" /></a><br />"Mommy, stop taking pictures of me on the potty!"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hopefully I will have a breakthrough soon.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">P.S. Colin is all better from his RSV, but now the poor kid has an ear infection. :(</span></span><br /></div></div>Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-73319074246467915782011-02-03T19:39:00.005-07:002011-02-03T20:10:19.951-07:00No-Mo For Me Please<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" >RSV</span> + <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >Chris out of to</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">wn</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> = <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >A Crazy Week!</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ></span><br /><br />That's right.<br /><br />My poor, sweet baby Colin has RSV. We avoided it with the other two boys when they were babies, but this time we weren't so lucky.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC0oVVfVmt14MgZ1EhekOBTZwdOs8TgXb_m1Ta8krgLb6POCoAaC8FKhOkoF9M_kwk3ylvq-03XO3WBj2_beNOzLw5kVSRVlNf3l66ZytHXrhR31NqIDwBcf0jb6dU5-fmVrXTA9uawtjt/s1600/100_4492.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC0oVVfVmt14MgZ1EhekOBTZwdOs8TgXb_m1Ta8krgLb6POCoAaC8FKhOkoF9M_kwk3ylvq-03XO3WBj2_beNOzLw5kVSRVlNf3l66ZytHXrhR31NqIDwBcf0jb6dU5-fmVrXTA9uawtjt/s400/100_4492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569660516503526914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">7 months old and sick :(</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />I took him to the doctor on Tuesday because he had a cough that kept getting worse, he wasn't eating much, and his feet looked a little purple.<br /><br />After getting a chest x-ray( Have you seen the contraption have to put babies in to make them hold still? It's awful), a breathing treatment, and his nose swabbed, the doctor determined that he most likely had RSV.<br /><br />He referred me to the RSV clinic at Mckay Dee Hospital. I took him their where he had his nose suctioned and was given another breathing treatment. Of course he did not like having to do any of this. The next day I found out from the nose swab that he did indeed have RSV. :(<br /><br />Since Tuesday evening I have taken him back to the clinic 2 more times; including this morning at 3 am. I am exhausted, but I am hopeful that he is finally on the mend and am also grateful that so far he has not had to be admitted to the hospital.<br /><br />Have any of you had baby's with RSV?<br /><br />As you can tell from the top of this post, Chris has been out of town all week. Awesome timing... isn't it? Thankfully Chris' mom has been such a big help. I don't know what I would have done with out her.<br /><br />The biggest bummer is that we were going to head to Wyoming on Wednesday to hang out with my mom and Katie. I will just have to do redo trip when everyone is feeling good.<br /><br />To top everything off, Logan started throwing up today. I have no clue why.<br /><br />When it rains it pours.<br /><br />I just have to keep telling myself, "It could be worse".<br /><br />Chris... I know you are enjoying sunny Florida, but I'm ecstatic that you are coming home tomorrow. I know you would have been here this week if you could.<br /><br />No-Mo For Me Please :)<br /><br />P.S. You must be proud Katie! This is my 3rd day in a row :)<br /></span>Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-48529627533877379442011-02-02T22:44:00.003-07:002011-02-02T22:54:51.533-07:00Switching Places Might Be Nice<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">THIS IS ME:</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQH9_JmiNqmbcCl1B7aMFCW1s-NUxubbd6rRdhMVz_whs8evwcdag"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 181px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQH9_JmiNqmbcCl1B7aMFCW1s-NUxubbd6rRdhMVz_whs8evwcdag" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">THIS IS CHRIS:</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT5X8r2-tEiUfWq61PKpAJ814JjBlQKQj80JO-D4g4oKrCQZiiF"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 233px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT5X8r2-tEiUfWq61PKpAJ814JjBlQKQj80JO-D4g4oKrCQZiiF" alt="" border="0" /></a>This actually kind of looks like him. Ha ha.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Chris is in Tampa, Florida right now on a business trip. While he is enjoying 80 degree weather, <span style="font-weight: bold;">I freeze my hands off every time I go outside</span>. <br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lucky him!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">NO FAIR for me!</span><br /><br /><br />I wish my full time job as a stay at home mom would send me on a mommy convention to somewhere warm. :)<br /><br />We miss you Chris and hope you are having a good time!<br /><br /><br /></div></div>Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-64925176702180501362011-02-01T22:38:00.003-07:002011-02-01T23:52:08.528-07:00Month of BloggingI have been such a slacker on blogging lately... so I have decided that February will be my month for blogging. We will see by the end of the month how well I did.<br /><br />A couple of quick pictures to show what we have been up to.<br /><br />The boys have been spending a lot of time hanging out with each other. It is so fun to watch them bond together and become good friends. Ethan and Logan love Colin so much and are so good at helping me take care of him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4gmR6cXjcQwYiSSQXOOx1uHdOu4yB7C2JbG-Y5DGRBzCi-0I_H4DaxXR5XvKtahajH9E8n4YosAEVoN9FJMpX6q-VDIUYtiNaa195jePQIu_B9uqcR8MB2G_LK_4AZNdTo_-m4owgPcMQ/s1600/boy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4gmR6cXjcQwYiSSQXOOx1uHdOu4yB7C2JbG-Y5DGRBzCi-0I_H4DaxXR5XvKtahajH9E8n4YosAEVoN9FJMpX6q-VDIUYtiNaa195jePQIu_B9uqcR8MB2G_LK_4AZNdTo_-m4owgPcMQ/s320/boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568970527580262034" border="0" /></a><br />My sweet babes got his first two teeth on the 19th. The picture is somewhat blurry but if you look close you can see the teeth popping out.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-BF-hIF4iDPFJsMXKpWgPcZ8u76tmiV0Yf99btSB2SkEobbw0QMNolftrgvTny18JdpkNLYR-GaylfOvk2pTiul7AalWGXjGuUzIW2VGo-F04yXU94mwF3GsdEuBPle_Wzxi_rJm3s6HT/s1600/col.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-BF-hIF4iDPFJsMXKpWgPcZ8u76tmiV0Yf99btSB2SkEobbw0QMNolftrgvTny18JdpkNLYR-GaylfOvk2pTiul7AalWGXjGuUzIW2VGo-F04yXU94mwF3GsdEuBPle_Wzxi_rJm3s6HT/s320/col.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568970531486198818" border="0" /></a>That's all for today. Gotta save stuff to write for tomorrow. :)Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498509156032950125.post-87231609817712464402011-01-14T14:09:00.006-07:002011-01-14T15:38:29.656-07:00Sweet Baby ToesI love baby feet; especially toes.<br /><br />They are so adorable and since little babies don't walk, their feet usually don't get stinky and sweaty and so I can kiss them without feeling grossed out.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ErgepEvEqMdTAoJOTW4jECfDtaZveI94DL_FuuLL3a8NbMVvo04m23IACtDa5E5StebX3Xx3H0oEIS0oK0P1l9miJZGvyc1m3ChR2dgqGLFb2acoQWcJZSZ_4KEsSYkcHi2hMRMBqPFA/s1600/baby+toes.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ErgepEvEqMdTAoJOTW4jECfDtaZveI94DL_FuuLL3a8NbMVvo04m23IACtDa5E5StebX3Xx3H0oEIS0oK0P1l9miJZGvyc1m3ChR2dgqGLFb2acoQWcJZSZ_4KEsSYkcHi2hMRMBqPFA/s320/baby+toes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562154032650077298" border="0" /></a>My sweet baby's sweet toes<br /></div><br />Some of you might think this is weird, but I love taking pictures of baby feet. Mostly so I can remember how adorable they used to be once they've grown big and sweaty.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My sweet baby turned 6 months old on New Year's Day. He is my best baby so far (sorry Ethan and Logan). He loves hanging upside down, being bounced, and being tickled. Most of all he loves cuddling and attention. He had his first vegetables a couple of days after that. I start him out with green beans.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGVPK3e6MTVwYNiDPDxsMsSynyMctclLPVB3PObmbUOIf_bY85m6rm4xSkTAP6FazS8pJgnb_oKn-lpNgNs-EuYSaUJzJb7Rj7CG34_5HFz1OS32FYIMCX4l3KW0KY3PTtL9yHeLA-4e32/s1600/first+food.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGVPK3e6MTVwYNiDPDxsMsSynyMctclLPVB3PObmbUOIf_bY85m6rm4xSkTAP6FazS8pJgnb_oKn-lpNgNs-EuYSaUJzJb7Rj7CG34_5HFz1OS32FYIMCX4l3KW0KY3PTtL9yHeLA-4e32/s320/first+food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562161892673739122" border="0" /></a>His first bite... he wasn't quite sure what to think.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdK3S16RXlz7JjfOyhyphenhypheniW2tCyedDv-zHiStUoBSRxDr47zqBVGyAs4pHzWxyoIK0zlg3v1i6-xBWjHsSiH81sYMwLM3txaU5Uu7bQ8-T-Z71Gf51evVrin-LcoXqax3Ll3f8OTJP-aUZ3_/s1600/1st+food.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdK3S16RXlz7JjfOyhyphenhypheniW2tCyedDv-zHiStUoBSRxDr47zqBVGyAs4pHzWxyoIK0zlg3v1i6-xBWjHsSiH81sYMwLM3txaU5Uu7bQ8-T-Z71Gf51evVrin-LcoXqax3Ll3f8OTJP-aUZ3_/s320/1st+food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562161886531099858" border="0" /></a>Second bite... all smiles! He loves green beans and every vegetable I have given him since.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">We really enjoyed the holidays. Christmas is so much fun when you have little kids. I have never seen Ethan so excited. He had the hardest time getting to sleep on Christmas Eve. We also enjoyed hanging out with family; playing games and building puzzles.</div></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTmVRUJvZr8yNDA-ipWvVXfjk1c5HQIf4jVvMvujD1WM3ofeS-plVH2UepKOULwgsIpbLfQ9GTta9lZkVrS9XfWFDsENHSEGePOdqpQS54IFazYQaeYlw3nhplMYW4oI7Ip8cX8M-OYVGz/s1600/xmas.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTmVRUJvZr8yNDA-ipWvVXfjk1c5HQIf4jVvMvujD1WM3ofeS-plVH2UepKOULwgsIpbLfQ9GTta9lZkVrS9XfWFDsENHSEGePOdqpQS54IFazYQaeYlw3nhplMYW4oI7Ip8cX8M-OYVGz/s320/xmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562154039183774290" border="0" /></a>The three boys in there new pjs on Christmas Eve<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNRyalalFiBHAgFqx9qGEBnlaGSzzmpZUPA9P12nvpfaIZK0_dot9f_EIoRW6BJJMJAVIXIiHtNqHthY54KqaloqlHvV-xDn1SsGIjc8qBdT85_yDWelh7zWgUwBYrprq9LY6CD0AzBGn3/s1600/buzz.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNRyalalFiBHAgFqx9qGEBnlaGSzzmpZUPA9P12nvpfaIZK0_dot9f_EIoRW6BJJMJAVIXIiHtNqHthY54KqaloqlHvV-xDn1SsGIjc8qBdT85_yDWelh7zWgUwBYrprq9LY6CD0AzBGn3/s320/buzz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562171560816804130" border="0" /></a>Ethan with his new Buzz Lightyear Wings on Christmas<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Well the new year has already brought some changes to our family: new diets, new commitment to saving money and getting out of debt, and a new member to our family.<br /><br />Introducing Marshmallow.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiyimZfQtUGHJ_bqWJ7V80JovOyuAeztbtnghDJAFps6Nr2wTRpBhWbR7nh3AyuGI_5GD10C0k2r_7dzNjEOlTncgefaRDLnY3ZWOLjbuLO8_e4ucLGu0GcJnllNp1Sdfs4ZIVUcJXlgVC/s1600/cat.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiyimZfQtUGHJ_bqWJ7V80JovOyuAeztbtnghDJAFps6Nr2wTRpBhWbR7nh3AyuGI_5GD10C0k2r_7dzNjEOlTncgefaRDLnY3ZWOLjbuLO8_e4ucLGu0GcJnllNp1Sdfs4ZIVUcJXlgVC/s320/cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562154045974110370" border="0" /></a><br />That's right. We got a cat. He was a stray cat who needed a home. He is already litter box trained and is such a good cat. The boys absolutely love him. We tried having a dog a couple of years ago, but that didn't work out. I'm pretty sure that Marshmallow will be staying with us for a long time. He us such a low maintenance pet and so cute. Chris named him marshmallow because he is white with a little bit of tan on his tail, ears, and nose.... so he looks like a toasty marshmallow.<br /><br />One more picture and then I am done for the day.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnMDMwQG0pruppjhbSKhtt958dJiC1awLdNlvxqCMNL92Pg5gZ9vkdCyFz3mmUa1tuAhDb8szjq0Ta5AscY_Gf8kRDd0PAvZSlPhvuk6idiQvXZJafN1b-Q7TFtxT8wDbjakBs_R47dH9q/s1600/guys+copy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnMDMwQG0pruppjhbSKhtt958dJiC1awLdNlvxqCMNL92Pg5gZ9vkdCyFz3mmUa1tuAhDb8szjq0Ta5AscY_Gf8kRDd0PAvZSlPhvuk6idiQvXZJafN1b-Q7TFtxT8wDbjakBs_R47dH9q/s320/guys+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562171558140098834" border="0" /></a><br />I love how they are both looking. Well, you expect Chris to look, but Colin is iffy sometimes.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I love my family!<br /></div></div>Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03347717862698278380noreply@blogger.com3