tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10994778907705583292024-03-12T23:37:36.947-07:00Dancing in the RainHere is a little glimpse into the life of our crazy family. Come dance with us.Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-33292248173712912672010-09-17T21:26:00.000-07:002010-09-17T21:58:22.077-07:00Cookie DramaSo today was LONG! I am beat!<br /><br />On the way home after such a long day I had the brilliant idea to go out to dessert, just me and the kids. Not so brilliant! The wait was too long at the restaurant and we definitely couldn't stay. I thought about leaving without anything, but the kids would have started a revolutionary war and overthrown the queen and stormed the dessert case. And since I didn't stand a chance against that threat... I decided to just get a giant cookie to go and bring it home warm it up and pile a mountain of ice cream on top and share it with the kids. So by the time we got back in the car Ella had fallen and, I thought, torn her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ACL</span> or something by the way that she was holding her knee and screaming. (It turns out she is fine, not to worry.) And it was 8:30. And let me tell you people when your husband works all day, like from before you wake up till after you go to sleep, 8:30 pm might as well be 2:00 in the morning. And I had just spent $4 on a cookie. Can we all just agree that a cookie in not worth $4?<br /><br />So I was driving home reaming myself for my stupidity. And I got home and heated up the cookie and threw a gallon of ice cream on top of it. I pushed the chairs of the table together and we all huddled up, shared a plate and ate the cookie concoction with 4 spoons. And guess what? It was all so worth it! We sat there and talked and scarfed and helped <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">each other</span> cut a cookie with spoons. It was a great moment...and totally worth $3.99.Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-46336244781196999622010-09-11T21:22:00.000-07:002010-09-14T14:46:17.515-07:00Tired Little Tiger<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYlpwauOMwbWowCqDwlrc8kj4fhp_ar8xTvHmnI3VJOIY9_qggaSsV6u8t6xMHV-lMT301hhaoMHna19hJvza0aZaKmWIaX85OctZ3mjiC1dFAbWWY7Ve7jI-F64u1zPcxS_0smGd8LcEk/s1600/IMG_20100910_135835%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515881066062833858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYlpwauOMwbWowCqDwlrc8kj4fhp_ar8xTvHmnI3VJOIY9_qggaSsV6u8t6xMHV-lMT301hhaoMHna19hJvza0aZaKmWIaX85OctZ3mjiC1dFAbWWY7Ve7jI-F64u1zPcxS_0smGd8LcEk/s400/IMG_20100910_135835%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> Well we ended up in the hospital. My little fighter couldn't kick that stinkin pneumonia at home this time.<br />Her hospital gown had tigers on it. It said "Tired Little Tiger." She <strong>fought</strong> like a tiger. She was <strong>brave</strong> like a tiger. And she kicked it in the end.<br />I am so thankful to have her home and healthy.Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-63828566349249618452010-09-08T21:52:00.000-07:002010-09-08T22:00:19.820-07:00Pneumonia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZQZIMCnLZi4SLP1mF6vVpAm-M2nB4-p2qg28xz-CTy3NXQZqSr5VaJtt-ya2N2v3XKul73HwpO8cWu0guLQNOEWAxNr9m2_orZ59344F4RULbetG8p37xreqqVtj_b3Z0_x2OeKwW8Wp/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514772469918783170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZQZIMCnLZi4SLP1mF6vVpAm-M2nB4-p2qg28xz-CTy3NXQZqSr5VaJtt-ya2N2v3XKul73HwpO8cWu0guLQNOEWAxNr9m2_orZ59344F4RULbetG8p37xreqqVtj_b3Z0_x2OeKwW8Wp/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /></a> My girl has pneumonia again. She is the toughest cookie. Ever. Tomorrow will be the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">eighth</span> day of fever. She is such a trooper! She inspires me to be better! If Ella can be that amazing, I can certainly be more amazing.<br /><br />I love you Ella. You inspire me. You are like a little drop of heaven in my life.<br /><br />Get better Ella! I am sad when you are sick!Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-8139500976858265662010-09-07T21:47:00.000-07:002010-09-08T21:52:49.832-07:00Daddy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibL6utvPpzvxYi83Q1XZslaugvMGG8SG9sEBC825NKN6muv5C9AZo-8Bl1lPx9bcsX6TM7x0zT4q9ud38ADtDS694UKzxgWZsm5yOy4pCEIhAEaGLICiyqRpW8AAujCotJIqmHXszVKLTX/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514771270027288914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibL6utvPpzvxYi83Q1XZslaugvMGG8SG9sEBC825NKN6muv5C9AZo-8Bl1lPx9bcsX6TM7x0zT4q9ud38ADtDS694UKzxgWZsm5yOy4pCEIhAEaGLICiyqRpW8AAujCotJIqmHXszVKLTX/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /></a>My kids have the best daddy.<br /><br />We are so proud of you Jarrod.<br /><br />We think that you are amazing.<br /><br />We know that you can do anything through Him.<br /><br />Go get 'em babe!Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-59046505077329431382010-09-06T21:24:00.000-07:002010-09-08T21:47:02.627-07:00Storm!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514767343168916978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmMDDjslpkCkoVUrOGfhRttOqWNjFeMQqQ_t8DUXZhK6WhowquWurCt_Ux7t5TP9MwI1kPKY4bvk_WVdrf3n5MvSyUTTUckyhdbZSt2Z0t1H2uxkA8QPDW_GpPY7GEc2onDEschbzRwVme/s400/DSC_0021_edited-1+copy.jpg" border="0" />The girls...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvRQuBelQLu5Q4JIaA3ZBZpsLcrRfQFE5Z7BzHTEApoNqJ5Xr-HPts9_fWcPQuIKkDEepwtArA_mNxLpumGs0U1TSk2MytOQKkee6RSC8clYjZFgCreQUqQK2wEftv8VT87qUyDIzSqXA5/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514767372260781554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvRQuBelQLu5Q4JIaA3ZBZpsLcrRfQFE5Z7BzHTEApoNqJ5Xr-HPts9_fWcPQuIKkDEepwtArA_mNxLpumGs0U1TSk2MytOQKkee6RSC8clYjZFgCreQUqQK2wEftv8VT87qUyDIzSqXA5/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" /></a> The boys...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_elWbZZR7-o2nxlp3kdJmPdlliW2mWCJ-6Q9VEpTNleZrDJRn_ub7E-JNeT3bhrEgm5AEc5CxzDr3T-bM1zs5r81MWzwLRTxHDFCm3yPDfJFvC_KDnKevRA15IZAp5fDkwaU3L8Dq1Hb/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514767363294102786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_elWbZZR7-o2nxlp3kdJmPdlliW2mWCJ-6Q9VEpTNleZrDJRn_ub7E-JNeT3bhrEgm5AEc5CxzDr3T-bM1zs5r81MWzwLRTxHDFCm3yPDfJFvC_KDnKevRA15IZAp5fDkwaU3L8Dq1Hb/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /></a> The babies...<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPFlT-DQ2A1wSAIxdSUi0gTrY0P2mAmIERW2Lj0FaOO29xB2RIKhzzZeLelz1ZXdvrTyEXo1SiNSttAAmf-uvMxrOmp7vcVi6TtZe_ExoQw7BDp0T4UP7gZr7CC-vdnANGCmL7SHuPcMh/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514767352674618786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPFlT-DQ2A1wSAIxdSUi0gTrY0P2mAmIERW2Lj0FaOO29xB2RIKhzzZeLelz1ZXdvrTyEXo1SiNSttAAmf-uvMxrOmp7vcVi6TtZe_ExoQw7BDp0T4UP7gZr7CC-vdnANGCmL7SHuPcMh/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ4w5siCN08blVKivPOzGMmWkpRXF7ITPk_lnzWLxxmlh4QZRsbjIWXA_Ep9OKULOP5oSiEXp7y9iAH-2vkl46WL6ZeKRJMGEvsQ1yA4fwt8c7GyqdTWtIdTSXUVLmORqnMbKBqWAFpLFc/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514767335966398578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ4w5siCN08blVKivPOzGMmWkpRXF7ITPk_lnzWLxxmlh4QZRsbjIWXA_Ep9OKULOP5oSiEXp7y9iAH-2vkl46WL6ZeKRJMGEvsQ1yA4fwt8c7GyqdTWtIdTSXUVLmORqnMbKBqWAFpLFc/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514767599002463026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4W61rZX5Enc4lkXBtHCYein-1kBzeAn4ihkxZSGzKZME5h-PD2mkW_4edu114WnpCwHanIe-G3vvJ4cFwLgvVkmMnaptuUKIQ-oveGrRkeB9aV-aF11YWRBa4XLgHmIbhyphenhyphenuPut1cLlOAM/s400/DSC_0032_edited-1+copy.jpg" border="0" />We had another great family night. We celebrated Labor Day weekend with a baseball game. </div><div></div><div>I love these people so much! Lately I just feel so incredibly blessed. It isn't perfect, but it is wonderful!<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-11665217508588448342010-08-27T22:11:00.000-07:002010-08-27T22:44:34.587-07:00WisdomI was able to go to Ella's class to help out for the first time today. I can't even express the many things that you can learn from this experience!<br /><br /><br /><br />So I went today so curious about all of the kids in her class. Well do you know what I walked away with? My little red head did not get her art skills from her daddy. Meaning she got them from me, which is bad news for her. I came home and immediately told her father that he was to start tutoring our daughter in the arts.<br /><br /><br /><br />And that wasn't even the worst of it. Do you know what <strong>my </strong>daughter did while the teacher was talking? She barked. That is right people, barked! Like a puppy. Her perfectly sweet teacher had to stop talking and use her full name to get her to stop barking.<br /><br /><br /><br />I guess I should stop and tell you that Ella is usually a really great student. She is very compliant and has already vowed that she would never need to move her clip in kindergarten because she was so sure that she would never ever misbehave. She listens pretty intently and follows directions very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">thoroughly</span>. Her last teacher thanked me daily for sharing her.<br /><br /><br /><br />But despite all of this she barked. Luckily she is not my firstborn because if she had been I might of fainted dead away from embarrassment. But because she is the second born I just laughed and made a mental note to remind her not to bark in the classroom. You know, just to save the barking for the playground. I know I know, I am so wise now.Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-50417355026925404732010-08-25T20:58:00.000-07:002010-08-27T21:58:19.962-07:00I Mean It<div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509570615138359570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBNLangDeyc-30iskJDBwe7jxkWAz6T-LJRVWldK1T7EXg0Udk1jJWCFFbirhy-y_yDTPPwOU9ppeKW54Pde0Ooi11gkmET_3zTSHBeghR391otEPruVBALF-dlUO-FluvZSfT1QRRU2nm/s400/DSC_0765.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>I feel like when I kiss Halle's neck over and over and over and over and watch her laugh and laugh and laugh, that these have to be the best days of my life. And I mean it too. </div><div> </div><div>I feel like when Ella tells me all about her new friends and forgets their names and depends on me to remind her of their names (even though I have never met them) just so she can finish a story, that there is no way that life can get better than this. And I mean it too. </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509570618823657298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwuVGUqZo6jMsfZR2QbDIdBrzuf669c1zfwM5E6pPzpkBaMq93hGlne730rkWtuvDnkqErfxPZfwKE0LUe45liYjSPf38NpGNNkfECT5c4T1LkglrwvhQJtWPXI4Ls3i1XjplldXnuJyQ0/s400/DSC_0785.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>I feel like when Bryce hugs a sister and then chases her down a hallway screaming and laughing, that I am so blessed. And I mean it too. </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509570605338755250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3h9XZZ3ShoMfl8zBbQTDGq8XuaPVOJC2u3M0aN1oqib-j9TqL3GsLfTp65S2eto0mZcLef_L54FB97C49h17_7VBx1J6lJn-Zn23B-Y0tdOG31pQpv8M4DNGnYc8Sh-BChlvije6qGdNf/s400/DSC_0068.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>I feel like when I kiss Ella's freckles and braid her hair for school, life is so grand. And I mean it too. </div><div> </div><div>I feel like when they all still call me Mama, that I am the luckiest girl in the world. I love being Mama. And I mean it too. </div><div> </div><div>And when their daddy kisses me...I know that I must be God's favorite.</div></div></div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-54026596998401085482010-08-24T09:51:00.000-07:002010-08-24T20:39:00.464-07:00SharingSo yesterday Bryce came home from school and told me about a friend that he had told about Jesus.<br /><br />He had told his friend to say that he believed in Jesus so that he could go to heaven. So we discussed the situation. And we talked about that and how you have to confess Jesus with your mouth and also believe in your heart and then you will be saved.<br /><br />So Bryce responds with, "I believe. Do you believe Mom?"<br /><br />"Yes Bryce I sure do."<br /><br />And Bryce says "Well, then I'll see you in heaven!"<br /><br />So hilarious and so so wonderful!Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-71994353818527742472010-08-21T22:07:00.000-07:002010-08-24T09:44:54.335-07:00Ella<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioI6OpPmWoNpjkYLPqi91B9vp8zwIG2_Rz_qKQHOmH5sdYMzaAsKuB3CDyKFXqTIjF8ENg1T2rHhBdepgpHsC_5abzJgJoZoWzhIPwM8CxwdajG6TOIvunuKO1E8VYqxqmMW3bhCLt0mQU/s1600/Ella.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508096567290336674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioI6OpPmWoNpjkYLPqi91B9vp8zwIG2_Rz_qKQHOmH5sdYMzaAsKuB3CDyKFXqTIjF8ENg1T2rHhBdepgpHsC_5abzJgJoZoWzhIPwM8CxwdajG6TOIvunuKO1E8VYqxqmMW3bhCLt0mQU/s400/Ella.jpg" border="0" /></a> This picture just says summer to me. I am trying to enjoy in while it lasts. Soon enough it will be cold and I will be lugging jackets everywhere we go and dreaming of summer coming once again. So happy summer to all. Love, Us.<br /><div></div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-78992453666000896952010-08-20T21:39:00.000-07:002010-08-20T22:22:16.467-07:00Popcorn<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-7j04z_9FBfaeVhzVa8jE4fsixSWpCpuVjXnqzPd-k-XYNk-njsZGSIXxMkM6AV_yVadvZuOeW7BfrmMMFgyp7xVtrYP0N20NfQX6jw3aI3LFWummMKhRdG_Q8MY2gh6Tvfw2hHtMcN_c/s1600/DSC_0975.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-7j04z_9FBfaeVhzVa8jE4fsixSWpCpuVjXnqzPd-k-XYNk-njsZGSIXxMkM6AV_yVadvZuOeW7BfrmMMFgyp7xVtrYP0N20NfQX6jw3aI3LFWummMKhRdG_Q8MY2gh6Tvfw2hHtMcN_c/s400/DSC_0975.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br />Tonight I was popping popcorn for the kids and I for Friday night Movie Night. I was standing in front of the microwave waiting for the popcorn and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Halle</span> looks at me with a huge smile. So I asked her what that smile was about and she asked me what the noise was. I told her it was the popcorn popping, "crazy." And she said "Oh (giggle giggle) I thought it was a toot."<br /><br />What?! She is hilarious. Where does she get this stuff? Surely it is not from previous experience! Surely not! <div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-27210942864040943472010-08-19T13:14:00.000-07:002010-08-19T13:28:53.364-07:00Wolfie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMlQ36o-8k-a3CrdNprwE_aej16AJxRWsKEEd3NU1_VziQfiSpjeMBY3tT31TMebXguSxWS_UBVCqC7FiNVv5zajPynlYG4beQbRdpKDSj2VNXPKqinnrMwQEd7kBl_5zN8CWVowTGsIYj/s1600/DSC_0192.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507217169155180514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMlQ36o-8k-a3CrdNprwE_aej16AJxRWsKEEd3NU1_VziQfiSpjeMBY3tT31TMebXguSxWS_UBVCqC7FiNVv5zajPynlYG4beQbRdpKDSj2VNXPKqinnrMwQEd7kBl_5zN8CWVowTGsIYj/s400/DSC_0192.JPG" border="0" /></a> Wolfie is back! For those of you who have no idea who Wolfie is, he is like a class pet in kindergarten. If your name gets drawn then you are the lucky one that gets to bring Wolfie home for one night and journal about your adventures with Wolfie and then return him the next day to his official home: kindergarten. Well of course Bryce did this two years ago and now it is Ella's turn to do it with her class.<br />I don't know if I have ever seen this girl so happy. It was like she won the lottery or something. She came out of her class yesterday with the biggest smile and was proudly wearing the Wolfie bag. She took such great care of Wolfie and included him in everything she did while he was here. But right before she went back to school I found her sitting by herself with tears in her eyes. At first I didn't even notice because she wasn't crying and she really isn't a big crier anyway. But then I noticed and asked her what was wrong at which point she burst into tears and explained how much she would miss Wolfie.<br />It really was the sweetest thing because she wasn't <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">throwing</span> a fit about it or anything she was just explaining to me how much she would miss him. So, I guess, needless to say we are very much looking forward to the next time Ella's name gets drawn to bring Wolfie home again. I am not sure if Wolfie has ever experienced that much love. So I am sure he is looking forward to it too.Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-39277698877565234132010-08-18T08:42:00.000-07:002010-08-19T07:02:22.996-07:00A Buggy Party<div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Halle</span> turned 3! So we celebrated. We had a little ladybug party at the park for her. Lots of ladybugs and flowers to celebrate our beautiful little girl. We played <em>pin the spot on the ladybug</em> and <em>toss the ladybug in her home (</em>flower pot). She opened presents and we ate cake. The kids got to beat the tar out of the ladybug pinata. (The whole pinata thing is such a strange tradition when you think about it.) Overall a fun time was had by all.<br /><br />We love you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Halle</span>. You light up your lives with your smile. You have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">immeasurably</span> blessed our family just by being a part of it. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCsUSQuWjbFQ6dcqpF2nCewSvuEcxNM5zEX-bsLH3hyphenhyphenYxgb8jwLFiMMERchssTMd4ZcRJQH7dDfxQCtZJyUXJIS6KoL_ysCdO9t6ebWAtzV6MlmaycpSJCThRW9I8MrJU5ELYFObe1g1d8/s1600/DSC_0078.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506799120720333986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCsUSQuWjbFQ6dcqpF2nCewSvuEcxNM5zEX-bsLH3hyphenhyphenYxgb8jwLFiMMERchssTMd4ZcRJQH7dDfxQCtZJyUXJIS6KoL_ysCdO9t6ebWAtzV6MlmaycpSJCThRW9I8MrJU5ELYFObe1g1d8/s400/DSC_0078.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhleQ5xfklizizbcwSPrJhsj4JhyphenhyphenqKCUNeKbJpghqZ4s81p7M-NQGE8W8zuHZQl3rpbo1MkEb6C3ftXXta8_3XRe1KM53J_joHmiRPW7POpDtadha0_oesbaztSkK626ArRpiF-VliwxQ6L/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506791683810199378" style="DISPLAY: block; 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So first we took Bryce to school and met his teacher. His teacher seems very sweet and of course very capable. I wanted to sit her down and tell her how lucky she is to get to have my adorable boy in her class, but you know I thought that might be a little bit forward.<br /><br />We examined his desk with him. Everything was so nice and new. I love all the new school supplies...I know I am weird like that. It was kind of hard to leave him there with all new faces. He didn't know a single soul in his class and he looked pretty nervous when I left him. But by the time I picked him up he said that it was fun and that he made a friend. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506608768287600274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUuB9fc47hvFRcNROuXZITiky_yxbUJX4CF5KR9oh1dRB8wIQKsqPGSyPtbi_KTB_ys_BDkAA0VCsUIEaxiiSelJdXMSrp1gG5cH1U8X3dO_nSxhGRCnjrrHOI07b7nzXHe4VVSBe44Eil/s400/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" />His new friend sits right next to him. His name is Gavin and apparently Gavin has a really cool folder. Cooler than Bryce's. I asked Bryce what it was like and he told me that I need to come to school and check it out because it is that cool. I thought folders were just folders, but what do I know I am just a mom now. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506608785719088658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhorYbccU08D6PGUt09lQ51NG5QfCFjnIEFFBUFLQFQnM2P4t1kefLyzb1g_Tma0nmFQntarRv9N7KtaWOjKvGaO8NYJhNQaVbQkLKh5_ccswY36U4qSmxE7-WYRmFuSDlt5SBmCcO_HDaK/s400/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" />We went home and waited for Ella's turn. She changed oufits a couple of times. She finally ended up in this little get up. Whatever makes her happy right? I for one think it was an excellent choice. Great job Elle!<br /><br />So we went to school which was actually a short day for her. It was more of a parent <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">orientation</span> than anything. She got to do a few things and the teachers talked to the parents. And when I said "Okay Ella are you ready to go." She looked up and said "That's it?"<br /><br />She is <strong>so</strong> ready for this.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyazJPiXoK9MajfhyzVq_Jz0xyncmKMFTd002_UfGgYcjjOPqqmCP6lZzoL4qpzE_1KF5xh9PVHSxcujsnusgwLDEVh4YjuJIxbxFdZegw6a2EQmnfmuoTpoNAgXWgps6mnP5D5LvbIBB9/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506609017338969042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyazJPiXoK9MajfhyzVq_Jz0xyncmKMFTd002_UfGgYcjjOPqqmCP6lZzoL4qpzE_1KF5xh9PVHSxcujsnusgwLDEVh4YjuJIxbxFdZegw6a2EQmnfmuoTpoNAgXWgps6mnP5D5LvbIBB9/s400/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxUE5VbGPObLHgoioE2eJn7PJrfGSOsgm9R6hASXZJHzgaNZ2DjTBHJHYfdETzkj-PM1yY21aQMwHRqWRYCqyioLKxIWK09LF_tRCV68c99QmHEh4A3IdCquvj1UtE0kUQsOZQTv6vVECv/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506608791767894226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxUE5VbGPObLHgoioE2eJn7PJrfGSOsgm9R6hASXZJHzgaNZ2DjTBHJHYfdETzkj-PM1yY21aQMwHRqWRYCqyioLKxIWK09LF_tRCV68c99QmHEh4A3IdCquvj1UtE0kUQsOZQTv6vVECv/s400/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" /></a> Watch out world here she comes!<br /><br /><div><br /><div></div></div></div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-24870988544702685332010-08-17T21:21:00.000-07:002010-08-17T21:48:56.153-07:00We waited...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUtsYMjCsPlZkUK4fpMerIfXUbJS1cTdvy89Epraec4PjnulfR52mWhNfK-k_Mrw1owwUYZOyHdHbpPvWlnUz82fl5owaZWSKX9lF-jLBr85SFZYph_olRDS65S6xQRqRwpKfgUQVGsMsm/s1600/DSC_0190.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506603628472893362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUtsYMjCsPlZkUK4fpMerIfXUbJS1cTdvy89Epraec4PjnulfR52mWhNfK-k_Mrw1owwUYZOyHdHbpPvWlnUz82fl5owaZWSKX9lF-jLBr85SFZYph_olRDS65S6xQRqRwpKfgUQVGsMsm/s400/DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqnO8wSU9YcLlfm1vJBS6CKTN_X2cdI-mDiGRPjsqZhqEP3oG9SBQVuYTf7-lK_6s994ZK3qugHpUtCyGDn5dodTCs2-mjmMfLazT9191iUlLv9TBciZndLfuxKf-NLXL4xfY3T_Ka-Pn8/s1600/DSC_0189.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506603627240806658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqnO8wSU9YcLlfm1vJBS6CKTN_X2cdI-mDiGRPjsqZhqEP3oG9SBQVuYTf7-lK_6s994ZK3qugHpUtCyGDn5dodTCs2-mjmMfLazT9191iUlLv9TBciZndLfuxKf-NLXL4xfY3T_Ka-Pn8/s400/DSC_0189.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFDgdVueNqmxWfYiMwgzMGhm3AzKwTVfTlXwdMmmhGiWv_jHG-ALRG2cSZCZQ8tCjaI8xQ-1Wm2rQhn20xq2ztkULN5wkFok1NY3nkPihBRQJtsVG8P1-VtkxrJfAdFLpwWSUdgNoTkAoD/s1600/DSC_0188.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506603616532324226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFDgdVueNqmxWfYiMwgzMGhm3AzKwTVfTlXwdMmmhGiWv_jHG-ALRG2cSZCZQ8tCjaI8xQ-1Wm2rQhn20xq2ztkULN5wkFok1NY3nkPihBRQJtsVG8P1-VtkxrJfAdFLpwWSUdgNoTkAoD/s400/DSC_0188.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Well, we waited and we waited and we waited some more...and finally Bryce joined the "I lost a tooth" club. Poor kid had to wait literally years after some of the kids in his class lost their first tooth. He was so patient too. He finally had a loose tooth that was just kind of hanging there. It was all cockeyed and it kept bleeding when he would eat. Last night he let me yank on it and it came right out. He was so proud of himself and he said that it didn't even hurt. We put it under his pillow and the tooth fairy left three whole dollars. Before he went to bed he was telling me that the bigger the tooth the more the tooth fairy leaves you and he <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">admitted</span> that his tooth was tiny. He is so proud of that little space. Today he even went back and showed Mrs. Thompson, his first grade teacher. Who gave him a huge hug. (Love her!) So happy for my little man.<br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-19767170611964112082010-08-10T21:08:00.000-07:002010-08-10T21:49:35.281-07:00Back to SchoolTomorrow is the first day of school. I am so not okay with it! I am not ready for it. I want to keep them with me. I want to protect them from the world. I want to cuddle with them for three hours in the morning if I want to. Ugghhh! Why does time go so quickly. I am not ready to have a second grader and a kindergartner. Not to mention that my baby is going to turn 3 in 2 days. I remember when they were just squishy sweet smelling babies. I WANT A SQUISHY SWEET SMELLING BABY! Ugghhhh! Tomorrow I am supposed to bravely march my kids down the street and leave them there. LEAVE THEM THERE PEOPLE! I want them to be squishy and rock them all day long instead because that would mean that I still had their whole little lives ahead of me.<br /><br />Bryce is nervous and therefore I am so nervous for him. I am more nervous than if it was me going to school tomorrow. He is nervous about making new friends and meeting a new teacher. I wish my baby never had to be nervous. Pray for him with me tomorrow. He told me tonight that he might have diarrhea tomorrow because he is nervous. At least I have been warned right.<br /><br />Ella is so excited. She can't wait to go and meet new friends and show off her skills. She makes new friends so easily. She was explaining that to me tonight, naming off examples of past friends that she made quickly. And therefore I am so excited for her. She got afternoon kinder and so I am super excited for the quiet afternoons. Also that schedule gives me a little bit of time with each of them when at least one or both siblings is gone. A little one on one is always good for everyone.<br /><br />Halle is so excited for her birthday and talks about it whenever the other two talk about school. I am excited for her too. I can't wait to give her a special day.<br /><br />Today we celebrated the last day of summer by going to the beach. What better way to celebrate summer right?! A fun time was had by all. I want to remember the girls screaming and running from the waves. And I want to remember Bryce boogie boarding in the small close to shore surf. I want to remember their cute little bodies covered in sand. I want to remember Mason standing on shore with Jarrod's boogie board with the leash on watching Fycey (Brycey in Mason talk) with such adoration and yearning to be out there in the water with him.<br /><br />So tomorrow I will take them. Pray for me people. Pray hard! I don't want to be the only mom balling her eyes out, while her second grader has a diarrhea problem, while her kindergartner tries to make a mad dash to join the morning kinders (because she doesn't want to wait till 11:45 to start school), all the while trying to steal some ones squishy sweet smelling baby. I told you people-pray hard!Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-23217759965800822732010-08-04T07:55:00.000-07:002010-08-04T17:00:40.894-07:00My Angels<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-olw3DduEYwPbpRGvhLXb1D79eVRoH7K8sikvsLqhQoV4qxbeoaI9pzyStGDshZQ-337mdHJOZR6DJkeG4LK0WULQ6CMP9A32hkw-0s81ImrR_LEHpD4ApbqW27dBs9j4yTWzse3WP2m/s1600/DSC_1017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501568947018301954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-olw3DduEYwPbpRGvhLXb1D79eVRoH7K8sikvsLqhQoV4qxbeoaI9pzyStGDshZQ-337mdHJOZR6DJkeG4LK0WULQ6CMP9A32hkw-0s81ImrR_LEHpD4ApbqW27dBs9j4yTWzse3WP2m/s400/DSC_1017.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMP-e2BL-pViVXxiHnaecXHH0LAHq3SoNP-MsfhGHVyzoxfvy0heapu7MYjIAgi0lYTfbAowcJRYdKCWUulMVadSenhPLzqfgnpGkLkRNsZbXqcB6ay3Q8IyOTiCCuScDv9AMP8IMhIxHC/s1600/DSC_1026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501568938472958850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMP-e2BL-pViVXxiHnaecXHH0LAHq3SoNP-MsfhGHVyzoxfvy0heapu7MYjIAgi0lYTfbAowcJRYdKCWUulMVadSenhPLzqfgnpGkLkRNsZbXqcB6ay3Q8IyOTiCCuScDv9AMP8IMhIxHC/s400/DSC_1026.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLqN6O9T0GSfcknA7egDI2KJDCRF5iPCIKKIDVfg7BvNoHKp1xOM5axBFlnUAcfBn-CXLwVo0Yl8WZA5JbwZy_ow9Pj_jy0ncSe4-0KFVbzRgZOIwPm7_ArWi7zfKsWZiWY_Q8B0wu_Yph/s1600/DSC_1024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501568932201154978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLqN6O9T0GSfcknA7egDI2KJDCRF5iPCIKKIDVfg7BvNoHKp1xOM5axBFlnUAcfBn-CXLwVo0Yl8WZA5JbwZy_ow9Pj_jy0ncSe4-0KFVbzRgZOIwPm7_ArWi7zfKsWZiWY_Q8B0wu_Yph/s400/DSC_1024.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRwUuCyTO8IX9_ZMxTMse-k3XyJDCzJr-w_581YQTlGtpyTa_FWjUdEp0PBOtWlSQQlWTGgpOB2ZJchLZ0dP9hJ-eFxLDsUT8vJp8slMiN0PWkDKup_jMd5uXYrcrBtgHYtNkC2uDV-Cow/s1600/DSC_1023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501568923751371858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRwUuCyTO8IX9_ZMxTMse-k3XyJDCzJr-w_581YQTlGtpyTa_FWjUdEp0PBOtWlSQQlWTGgpOB2ZJchLZ0dP9hJ-eFxLDsUT8vJp8slMiN0PWkDKup_jMd5uXYrcrBtgHYtNkC2uDV-Cow/s400/DSC_1023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKr45sFhsJM9NzfrimVAT3YjxwHzNcUt5LaDtmB7C74X8oSO_3TMfPByp3a1pcDBkrQ2xqNMYssnhLyBNCiDiZH6JtGqd8PWygUD7GUdWki3B7fnactW7khoHhPu9-siBBQEsaH0qIV_Na/s1600/DSC_1007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501568913000785362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKr45sFhsJM9NzfrimVAT3YjxwHzNcUt5LaDtmB7C74X8oSO_3TMfPByp3a1pcDBkrQ2xqNMYssnhLyBNCiDiZH6JtGqd8PWygUD7GUdWki3B7fnactW7khoHhPu9-siBBQEsaH0qIV_Na/s400/DSC_1007.JPG" border="0" /></a> We had a really great and much needed family day on Sunday. We got to go to the Angels Game. Bryce and Jarrod are huge Angels fans. Of course the girls and I are not as much, but we always think it is fun to go watch them. </div><div>I took the girls for a little walk during the game and we ended up in the back of the fountain at Angel stadium. I don't know if this is allowed, but we like to live on the edge. A band of rebels we are!</div><div>After the game the kids were able to run the bases too! It was so neat. They loved being down there and getting to take a lap around the field where the Angels play. </div><div>Like I said such a great day enjoying my four greatest blessings!<br /></div><div></div></div></div></div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-61171898859414223162010-08-02T09:04:00.001-07:002010-08-02T09:12:24.221-07:00Names in the Sand<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLhcStdxVJ2JyAg2BVvtswsaZP3ndunISd_wp4cWNeLW9VtDGY5Gv_rcNLo3O3NM5KtKRw2dmj5SXiKWdae8UhsfXF91mLkcspV7apd05tWEqMcTPqB_lyoAYPlpKUwLhRtrK1Ql9TVuIV/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500845849185949458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLhcStdxVJ2JyAg2BVvtswsaZP3ndunISd_wp4cWNeLW9VtDGY5Gv_rcNLo3O3NM5KtKRw2dmj5SXiKWdae8UhsfXF91mLkcspV7apd05tWEqMcTPqB_lyoAYPlpKUwLhRtrK1Ql9TVuIV/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2n1fGZMjZiOdm95T0-KI6u4kRN7Y64hx2SAho-HRaeZVVpI5iCUCWFFuNbOMoeDQ1cdZafU-ELEx_C9wbndrrTLH1iPpWee_l_9pn6y0fDGaReaYBrK-I1n5yPtnPnqyq2oPNAtnJEDt/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500845845640154418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2n1fGZMjZiOdm95T0-KI6u4kRN7Y64hx2SAho-HRaeZVVpI5iCUCWFFuNbOMoeDQ1cdZafU-ELEx_C9wbndrrTLH1iPpWee_l_9pn6y0fDGaReaYBrK-I1n5yPtnPnqyq2oPNAtnJEDt/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNfls8PcNE0aak0j7p0nXOMVvaONzpoKxSFU4_WuJ6f22_gkzEmS9DnWZ_mhUV_KxGg6vWCVlFtQCYjOnHUKTDfaSvHC90-uZiLl4Hu5UPyeW4322wDTUHCwmIKZzcot3aNM3CaG7v8-iB/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500845837096713602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNfls8PcNE0aak0j7p0nXOMVvaONzpoKxSFU4_WuJ6f22_gkzEmS9DnWZ_mhUV_KxGg6vWCVlFtQCYjOnHUKTDfaSvHC90-uZiLl4Hu5UPyeW4322wDTUHCwmIKZzcot3aNM3CaG7v8-iB/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-33407600108954155312010-07-31T23:30:00.000-07:002010-08-02T08:59:01.182-07:00Mount Hermon Rocks!I have so many great memories here which helps make it one of my most favorite places on earth. As we drive up Conference drive I feel like my soul smiles. <strong>I love it here</strong>! And in true Mount Hermon style we had a wonderful time that will not soon be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">forgotten</span>. And the only thing that is better than Mount Hermon is the people that we get to share it with. I love being there with my sisters and my dad and their families. And I love being there with my cousins and their families and my aunt and uncle too.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500301687178790018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPy2mQkOh14UeN5Txu3my8nKghjDQOz4Z5TNO_xlMUHlQLFXjezIPFSJ1R0rQXz9Hw5w0K5dV0yFLHbJh0fAihyphenhyphenl3fyV2BMbUr1esPAsJO5iTxFjp7kMOw14qCQrFYV4gLTyyj5OqbcXyV/s400/DSC_0734.JPG" border="0" /> This is the field house and rec field. And also the front view from our room this year.<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgynVDZi1lTOBDuS0ID0RXRcLoFltahmZtVyrQrQmQ586Z7qpTpXQtVL6je54Q_enhnTmRB1VB546WwrLTGBztf4nMm8L_7yMoVC-0tzUQkSwEfYE7Nzi9qrzwpM7XSYROCYduXFzbNBH_G/s1600/DSC_0980.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500306737873284594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgynVDZi1lTOBDuS0ID0RXRcLoFltahmZtVyrQrQmQ586Z7qpTpXQtVL6je54Q_enhnTmRB1VB546WwrLTGBztf4nMm8L_7yMoVC-0tzUQkSwEfYE7Nzi9qrzwpM7XSYROCYduXFzbNBH_G/s400/DSC_0980.JPG" border="0" /></a> These are the some of the greatest kids that made it so fun and interesting and loud. What would it be if it wasn't loud right?<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJapde3ukPNV-ATlzlPZSsM82xS-90yoOdx7tuHb6swD8YkMHK020MWENYuG0THy_2zho09iIfa-JFTHI341EqZa9JyDdyBzZVqDK_9nSgYkFxUXncSl4ETrH1qJ6OO-syTMypWW1Rjsa/s1600/DSC_0976.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500306735223456466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJapde3ukPNV-ATlzlPZSsM82xS-90yoOdx7tuHb6swD8YkMHK020MWENYuG0THy_2zho09iIfa-JFTHI341EqZa9JyDdyBzZVqDK_9nSgYkFxUXncSl4ETrH1qJ6OO-syTMypWW1Rjsa/s400/DSC_0976.JPG" border="0" /></a> My family and naked baby. Just when you thought you got your three kids to all smile and hold still at the same time and you want to give yourself an award you realize that there is a naked baby in the picture!? What the ...?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4NjKuBs5nLhjlBqJsgibYAlk55XQM5igEDRKH4eG7V5VsZmmwvTn6BHJ8fz5pWIgiswyVgw5SBeDtEdOn506ehyphenhyphenM1li8ErNCYo8TfyTH-rD3GFEeTP6gJ4w3FSGS27oVb8Is0SUHNTCPj/s1600/DSC_0968.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500306725072164210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4NjKuBs5nLhjlBqJsgibYAlk55XQM5igEDRKH4eG7V5VsZmmwvTn6BHJ8fz5pWIgiswyVgw5SBeDtEdOn506ehyphenhyphenM1li8ErNCYo8TfyTH-rD3GFEeTP6gJ4w3FSGS27oVb8Is0SUHNTCPj/s400/DSC_0968.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Our room where we got to share a hallway with Court and Johnny and my cousins and all of that without planning it that way. Well God planned it that way and we were blessed because of it. When you only get to be together one week it is good to stay close!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM9YDqFcYRm0ZTO7-beBz2OhyG8tDtGi-hb2tkVpcN-rJw7G7HQjI3ZxVKT6dKtEJbAob36hE1f3lFE0gbCnhuSCugLH8I49e0jkYlmFzV4juR-TeKrdKQDiWeSnE1JpwroB0QfRH2GHAy/s1600/DSC_0967.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500306718109174690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM9YDqFcYRm0ZTO7-beBz2OhyG8tDtGi-hb2tkVpcN-rJw7G7HQjI3ZxVKT6dKtEJbAob36hE1f3lFE0gbCnhuSCugLH8I49e0jkYlmFzV4juR-TeKrdKQDiWeSnE1JpwroB0QfRH2GHAy/s400/DSC_0967.JPG" border="0" /></a> That is us! 1 2 3 and 4 all ours. Our rooms that is.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500301717205708562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWzLOd7SbQpM6dp3qXviZwlXe7OtemfKAikIEYJzXemV-H8jKHJ-rPP-oiv5VuZPgml6YQ_oSthkeV3Bws1JarModhF45nOJbKfXCDapx-EIMnFKigPTPkT_oZdjLJz02bdnucmEMmPB90/s400/DSC_0735.JPG" border="0" /> Sisters. They wouldn't know what to do without <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">each other</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMmpH5EozzTdqt90SUxI2VEw3_fBC2liX3jbtAD-1N4dSiu5HGD_-ufpT-DQ5vaeY6IgAlIoldNREqZ4xUcFLbADUABu2WnNWY0YH9aRHGSH4opJIFoLUjM_W3uqiXhnxW1-uHv_AS0FvN/s1600/DSC_0919.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500306715641906802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMmpH5EozzTdqt90SUxI2VEw3_fBC2liX3jbtAD-1N4dSiu5HGD_-ufpT-DQ5vaeY6IgAlIoldNREqZ4xUcFLbADUABu2WnNWY0YH9aRHGSH4opJIFoLUjM_W3uqiXhnxW1-uHv_AS0FvN/s400/DSC_0919.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Mmm hmm</span> that is me people! So proud of myself. I climbed the hardest side of the wall. Something about having three kids and still having <strong>it</strong> makes me feel good.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5QrGeBnAqGDNpfth-G1KRVFp_HlSwmGDMDvV3wbYJ3XKe_eCqkGDutbzeJ259zVSTZY1l8qgF9J_wtG4pP0KuWhWBJ-wW3fZl6MdvRvxKgAn4lT3c1GcJoWSmq1Ny5VG1rxnOxRfpNez0/s1600/DSC_0905.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500305568745286386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5QrGeBnAqGDNpfth-G1KRVFp_HlSwmGDMDvV3wbYJ3XKe_eCqkGDutbzeJ259zVSTZY1l8qgF9J_wtG4pP0KuWhWBJ-wW3fZl6MdvRvxKgAn4lT3c1GcJoWSmq1Ny5VG1rxnOxRfpNez0/s400/DSC_0905.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />So proud of Ella she is so brave!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcam2f_s01e_27YVkJy35dErYYlagXO0dfQIFM1WUETihfbxc7dUmaXi3tnGb1cpbaCMui_QmxK6l_7V_N7nwsfmO0hZzL91daIpJhUmaxY3umoHVcTAqecMtYsdI1c1ttTrbSpHns5IDY/s1600/DSC_0897.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500305564940022530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcam2f_s01e_27YVkJy35dErYYlagXO0dfQIFM1WUETihfbxc7dUmaXi3tnGb1cpbaCMui_QmxK6l_7V_N7nwsfmO0hZzL91daIpJhUmaxY3umoHVcTAqecMtYsdI1c1ttTrbSpHns5IDY/s400/DSC_0897.JPG" border="0" /></a> Go Bryce.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500308139283631986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_BQuDis5Toj4HAvraqvYQ9G4_r2L9i7CdwowKzmFWEXnhwKDCLRCga047ceOCe8o0mkUfXZnbqwIqd58nGAA-zpxtNM49p7p73e8rU4RNH4hSXLSZsm6XR9aGrsAde5rX_aK18cRXUup6/s400/DSC_0952.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />This ropes course is amazing. And Bryce was able to go on the zip line at the end of it. We did it together because last time he did it with daddy and I was pregnant with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Halle</span>. Bryce says that this was his favorite thing that we did.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500308150723438418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhawLmDD6JcuZVlPZqNF-kjBBG8GhiC8Nkl4sN4sK3A6VfsYwH33-nPyZUUvR2u72bdqWTaO0V77Mt0UMUfgcMzFIDWwkVgi1Jx2tc2QY9LUdnU9hTiwk8IfYOR8_X3vMp7mnWEc6eCpCNI/s400/DSC_0955.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj27fzbVkD9-FJMNMEpQXE60lmYqz9GEvNs1UCbCr-j-DnH4FXAKB79RZ7CUCPCRU8VlKhgVCFM59FkHZ8zrluKoQOCvbTdnyEKMZiIPAjlYOyo1xD6pHUbthY0uLiUAZdp3FmpBSj3OIdO/s1600/DSC_0891.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500305554391794722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj27fzbVkD9-FJMNMEpQXE60lmYqz9GEvNs1UCbCr-j-DnH4FXAKB79RZ7CUCPCRU8VlKhgVCFM59FkHZ8zrluKoQOCvbTdnyEKMZiIPAjlYOyo1xD6pHUbthY0uLiUAZdp3FmpBSj3OIdO/s400/DSC_0891.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Dance party with the cousins.<br /><br />Also this is our room that we stayed in. It is a little rustic and somewhat small for a family of five, but I would have stayed in it all year if they had let me.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-p4W4wC4FXl8xyGECEOwuio-f0WaCsovaILxAk0dyI4NZHSnsQpeDxyPPMUnGL02Kgm8Cj7J6dygnRul5yiNTCp7C3lVu5piqzw_8Kr2-dpGjUdchV8n2zcfzdtwJoLuvhvM0xijZcg2C/s1600/DSC_0878.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500305546403730402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-p4W4wC4FXl8xyGECEOwuio-f0WaCsovaILxAk0dyI4NZHSnsQpeDxyPPMUnGL02Kgm8Cj7J6dygnRul5yiNTCp7C3lVu5piqzw_8Kr2-dpGjUdchV8n2zcfzdtwJoLuvhvM0xijZcg2C/s400/DSC_0878.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />This is a place in the redwoods that we call the Garden of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Eden</span>. There is a bunch of places on the rocks that you can jump off of into the river. It was fun and even Bryce jumped off the small rock. It was especially cute because he did it with my dad.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500657862146008162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhug4VVcwvveMv-uGyWP3i2CqYgYHsgk0XcfKIavJZ8NbxO8Eiyp3681Fex5fhKFe-lJ9YpV1XeMlXVlGJeynS7vtzxgR85JzbNcDjj471WMqHRxFPJwnGbKFZi31x6zWIAwLTuFU3gis6C/s400/lippen+crew.jpg" border="0" />This is our crew. We had fun going up the river. All the green in the water looks scary but it is actually seeds from the trees.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA2p781DC-YI9HwuIySQ6moOZp5HF3rbcnsK8Fl_ZsGeAVUUnv3JovU0drspth0zyHCqxMkSdzZqfkkvw50hpFXqPYQ7CKeTR48ayrt2hI-ka6rBRC_fSP6emAFVh2a6nRLr4wuibpI44E/s1600/DSC_0864.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500305540458187858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA2p781DC-YI9HwuIySQ6moOZp5HF3rbcnsK8Fl_ZsGeAVUUnv3JovU0drspth0zyHCqxMkSdzZqfkkvw50hpFXqPYQ7CKeTR48ayrt2hI-ka6rBRC_fSP6emAFVh2a6nRLr4wuibpI44E/s400/DSC_0864.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Halle</span> being "a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">rock star</span>."<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi34kEOSES5XG8hr7uFmOf2J_kHUc3Ww0BgWUqkB9WfwtMbZriGuoc4jZItkjByjzaz21-QLjqPJmJu0w0ex1ycBPb0-0ntSXdhR8ugkaCqeylTJ6GJRN90VnEfhoR57pF9h_-9q_HkwxHV/s1600/DSC_0858.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500302643568394002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi34kEOSES5XG8hr7uFmOf2J_kHUc3Ww0BgWUqkB9WfwtMbZriGuoc4jZItkjByjzaz21-QLjqPJmJu0w0ex1ycBPb0-0ntSXdhR8ugkaCqeylTJ6GJRN90VnEfhoR57pF9h_-9q_HkwxHV/s400/DSC_0858.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is "train day" as we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">affectionately</span> call it. We get to ride the train for an hour to the Santa Cruz boardwalk where we get to go on rides and buy yummy treats and see the ocean.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVurgvmyKSyiHyfreAoG4tSutuyM1W35w1Uca2fu6kwbh54hF0vNNf6my6b6w79BZL4itTXGYZELchazFnltwRiGREBAkCk2XKypNyXoILZk8o9GvjfzMiS-3lFOHzCNsgqRsd3hyjX7WB/s1600/DSC_0853.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500302629475378386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVurgvmyKSyiHyfreAoG4tSutuyM1W35w1Uca2fu6kwbh54hF0vNNf6my6b6w79BZL4itTXGYZELchazFnltwRiGREBAkCk2XKypNyXoILZk8o9GvjfzMiS-3lFOHzCNsgqRsd3hyjX7WB/s400/DSC_0853.JPG" border="0" /></a> The train ride through the trees is so amazing!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500655691447871954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgs3fKVEttMWxP45WiArJZxt-6dWvtaG9I5tHDIhxKaVzbN1bWF-RzF9_SKV6uaZyBj-iWgy0Jcd3L5KgSa2Mg1k9y1FE612bb9Uz_uBvKZkdb9WTDNud_X5BFe5whLB6dTDcgH_9kIJ4H/s400/DSC_0760.JPG" border="0" /> My sisters and my brothers.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500655702679115650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzunQ2slJ7ToGkPY__Jb0u-J4kUkbVPAin99DEdsqZvCiY_0NqOaiZb-KIUN9PuJH1i9UuHKvSbGqBS27bh0JrHDV0aPDtifju5kp1Mm4tuOmhrnnkEhAZLjHugq9kgsDvzbFe-hWBl2AP/s400/DSC_0758.JPG" border="0" />My cousins Beth and Rob.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500655669602979314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlo_oxj_p3uoWeQWniLt376nVeT5u9HLfVz37PZid7Ps3MWP_aZMwjD6zdV_ZdPce0G9hvtbEtC0i71LhXnuKzhBFpaxY5PoD7HKeEDo_PJWH6geI9Tbu6otlfQK28LWgSXE90tacaWcow/s400/DSC_0755.JPG" border="0" /> My <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">cousins</span> Tommy and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Janay</span> and their son Brady.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500655685954003410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeycW4o10UeHcMosc_bKOOhR_R9vrVJIQLhdrfLEnquvvWSBg5Eeov-4gX4LdsF8OTFBUgnbmqmA_JOESSsBMusE4OeaEn7gzlarJy4aD0FzuCii5OJRU1Uf0LvWkqthuFZdqfCnN6kRB7/s400/DSC_0803.JPG" border="0" /> My Mason!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26-K1LVcPuuYXkyMH4dUvbSQsq9_4fVwNXewXbvO045sE5AUCTtS2-S-ZB6U3nCJX017il-m9fsXkwfLmYKsRDIizQfwhOjKhy2yAZjdELNcjgbrF62xmYURyKSGktg3FsE0K29JyVSTU/s1600/DSC_0792.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500302622425763538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26-K1LVcPuuYXkyMH4dUvbSQsq9_4fVwNXewXbvO045sE5AUCTtS2-S-ZB6U3nCJX017il-m9fsXkwfLmYKsRDIizQfwhOjKhy2yAZjdELNcjgbrF62xmYURyKSGktg3FsE0K29JyVSTU/s400/DSC_0792.JPG" border="0" /></a> I love them! This picture was taken in pitch black in the train tunnel. Somehow Jarrod and Mason knew that the picture was coming though.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggSuNf5zvZIwN6II3YyUQaBKPn0NumCPfSy_THIHkl-gxYT98JPN7ItAZg-q1Ip3z_BjPY2_T8odfgrNmQ5eurV8T975exI3Adho_e-fs-dbQgkxRFk27IwlZz0T_olSuFEAXcSeVjzl5p/s1600/DSC_0773.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500302608572311074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggSuNf5zvZIwN6II3YyUQaBKPn0NumCPfSy_THIHkl-gxYT98JPN7ItAZg-q1Ip3z_BjPY2_T8odfgrNmQ5eurV8T975exI3Adho_e-fs-dbQgkxRFk27IwlZz0T_olSuFEAXcSeVjzl5p/s400/DSC_0773.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is my cousin Beth and Rob's youngest daughter Elaina. She is so cute.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8TRHXoVkJT82tX8R3oulQc7A285fUrpMzTo3R9P7YodhZ7T8q4-vv9UhhheptumLQUc16nE9kzXzNQLyOEc7ed6-vtKSirkNQNfk5_ztrPMbGSTLHTZadEKOvJ9JcLKRkRXwOlfQzUvXy/s1600/DSC_0769.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500302597646664674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8TRHXoVkJT82tX8R3oulQc7A285fUrpMzTo3R9P7YodhZ7T8q4-vv9UhhheptumLQUc16nE9kzXzNQLyOEc7ed6-vtKSirkNQNfk5_ztrPMbGSTLHTZadEKOvJ9JcLKRkRXwOlfQzUvXy/s400/DSC_0769.JPG" border="0" /></a> My Mason.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio7oFDJf_CLKQnMqYtGcsa0ydNsX3lQyD5mKFDQhe6iEfSjnzrkkE_SJwXnbqttXja-gOmvMg21mCK_48J4O6jMhU1ZmPEL-Vk6dAffFnWtLv9HwoHzydwUz4m3uamHhNhg7tWwyTYq2JC/s1600/DSC_0753.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500301732427380114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio7oFDJf_CLKQnMqYtGcsa0ydNsX3lQyD5mKFDQhe6iEfSjnzrkkE_SJwXnbqttXja-gOmvMg21mCK_48J4O6jMhU1ZmPEL-Vk6dAffFnWtLv9HwoHzydwUz4m3uamHhNhg7tWwyTYq2JC/s400/DSC_0753.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Smores</span>!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNkD9b8k1rTYYv99-TqAd4vAkXFD0CX_PijmtRj8B7Vt5KM6_06cn8XRXnvTGaIawH4L5H7Rg2Q0rsK1y9KIwBVJjwAtC31T7BAibcnGRg2sdH3OzDWj0K0e8SN14-y0quLhJe_d88F2lF/s1600/DSC_0742.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500301722542155266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNkD9b8k1rTYYv99-TqAd4vAkXFD0CX_PijmtRj8B7Vt5KM6_06cn8XRXnvTGaIawH4L5H7Rg2Q0rsK1y9KIwBVJjwAtC31T7BAibcnGRg2sdH3OzDWj0K0e8SN14-y0quLhJe_d88F2lF/s400/DSC_0742.JPG" border="0" /></a> Bryce and Violet had so much fun together all week.<br /><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1zlZ8i8uRjlbx8vGuc5rk52HMW7odwcc2tghBUXEkt_DGau_nHDetg0LxQc-mgU0qV8arKMFjil5ILbPIpaFRCWjTruplft0N9ZjBlE2wxiLQtyRbO9KsU-3054Fj5XtkybxOmA84o2ob/s1600/DSC_0733.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500301686646135778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1zlZ8i8uRjlbx8vGuc5rk52HMW7odwcc2tghBUXEkt_DGau_nHDetg0LxQc-mgU0qV8arKMFjil5ILbPIpaFRCWjTruplft0N9ZjBlE2wxiLQtyRbO9KsU-3054Fj5XtkybxOmA84o2ob/s400/DSC_0733.JPG" border="0" /></a> We all love Violet.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500657869750343106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYRd7zveoQavXK5wkm8DJuX5zprYmgo_h0BTw_CK0WLMxrs-JEEDif2Eg9-hOIeAlCz6Lppcq0Jt1I1R65aXHwGnFutfQxJUXfmKUWGxej7Reb6mVHWOzey0WdUGfHHVCIuU7oqyOHAqTw/s400/beth+and+me.jpg" border="0" /> Me and Beth. I am so thankful for her.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500657864299069282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgP4-TJOamDEPZG8v060M_eC4LYBGa9sK8pKs9JJ2ukjlv8l8i6z0ReoTMbMLBXUgTSisBkWOHeq-QTZxa6Ut_Jcx4gwY2vwjNv4SVzKCsC7L4wbNkVzqPeoE81svwZn8MShOcWMfNovJI/s400/cardinales.jpg" border="0" /> Kelsey and Brandon and my kids, oh I mean their kids.<br /><div></div><div></div><div>I was so sad to leave and come home to reality, but I am looking forward to going back. Till we meet again Mount Hermon.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-83347892700174167642010-07-31T22:25:00.000-07:002010-07-31T22:39:39.410-07:00Two Things<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip1P-BvuTguIAAmURdJqoQ7dhYP92IIgNB6ec_T-Lo64ZPEJ5PP2s8Frm6USwsJNN12vp1Bouy9KV-kRW24UMKA8PHxVSqjUTu_DQX8hiDUT5wpcHMZ85loSJNWxm1ZLQYQh3w_rmUisYn/s1600/DSC_0976.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500308735662545810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip1P-BvuTguIAAmURdJqoQ7dhYP92IIgNB6ec_T-Lo64ZPEJ5PP2s8Frm6USwsJNN12vp1Bouy9KV-kRW24UMKA8PHxVSqjUTu_DQX8hiDUT5wpcHMZ85loSJNWxm1ZLQYQh3w_rmUisYn/s400/DSC_0976.JPG" border="0" /></a> So I was going through some pictures from Mount Hermon. Which by the way was the best week maybe all year! Love that place! It is like a little taste of heaven.<br /><br />ANYway we took this little family picture on the last day of camp. And my first question is how did the naked baby make it in the picture? Really how?<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBmq1R87PNOLeu3OiIxEUtgmGALH2RRUnxNSggPZtJux_Icjm-vwHRbMI_ABW8hqHPiq4ajjKcXUuF_oqlMUm_D2VX-3tLHUtmav5Cj9eG0sLqVwwWEqDV7C5grv2wpNAJ2Zmz7EUD-z1/s1600/DSC_0980.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500308727908409202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBmq1R87PNOLeu3OiIxEUtgmGALH2RRUnxNSggPZtJux_Icjm-vwHRbMI_ABW8hqHPiq4ajjKcXUuF_oqlMUm_D2VX-3tLHUtmav5Cj9eG0sLqVwwWEqDV7C5grv2wpNAJ2Zmz7EUD-z1/s400/DSC_0980.JPG" border="0" /></a> Okay and my other question, is it normal that these kids make me want to have this many kids of my own? How adorable are they? Really! I love them!<br /><br /><div></div></div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-58644247409908185562010-07-30T22:05:00.000-07:002010-07-30T22:33:43.640-07:00Can you relate?<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499932980860077346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMCycKqDDjyLUB17606BEyno8Vz52vj91kqJQQFJE2Rm1TuKTDjswWfetyRYRXzedU82GlkD1JrMpilIvFSMDSxTKFY3dxmxXCI5LgGY8SKN-EWTC7HQ5jw8aTPs5zrIsFlqlsyrkDZWQQ/s400/DSC_0746.JPG" border="0" />Pure Sorrow<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmHrspV3PnDiQ9m0vQjzbwrzzJQjDoUDNoivHjPlW_b6dc-lAcPKrC3uXUfdw5wPjw0q9CHXJMKfPA2z4zx3miieTy5z_0OroXV2RGOe7e35L0hRDGvFIPf4upGfj-h1CiqAkvcB7oO13V/s1600/DSC_0748.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499932986537609410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmHrspV3PnDiQ9m0vQjzbwrzzJQjDoUDNoivHjPlW_b6dc-lAcPKrC3uXUfdw5wPjw0q9CHXJMKfPA2z4zx3miieTy5z_0OroXV2RGOe7e35L0hRDGvFIPf4upGfj-h1CiqAkvcB7oO13V/s400/DSC_0748.JPG" border="0" /></a> Pure Joy</div><br />Can you relate to this? Because I surely can...<br /><ul><li>One minute you think you are okay and the next minute...not so much. </li></ul><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><ul><li>One minute you are a mess and the next minute you are filled with joy.</li></ul><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><ul><li>And then in the next minute you realize that you are wearing some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ridiculous</span> outfit! (It was "crazy dress night" at Mount Hermon.)</li></ul><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><ul><li>Sometimes life is just hard whether you are 2 or 92. </li></ul><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><ul><li>We will make it Halle, I know we will. God has better days in store!</li></ul><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-17878077453645054122010-07-09T21:58:00.000-07:002010-07-30T21:50:02.552-07:00DisasterThis has been an awful week. Awful!<br /><br /><br /><br />Job 5:18-19 "For though He wounds, He also bandages. He strikes, but his hands also heal. From six disasters He will rescue you; even in the seventh, He will keep you from evil."<br /><br /><br /><br />I can relate to the six disasters part!Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-9859338415320181022010-06-24T10:32:00.000-07:002010-06-24T22:26:53.159-07:00Warning-This Post is not for the SquimishSo we were camping and my baby (what? even though he is seven he is still my baby) was riding his bike when out of nowhere came a mountain lion. And the mountain lion <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">immediately</span> ripped off my baby's helmet. And thankfully that is all he wanted and then he ran back into the woods with my babies helmet (probably for his young cub that wanted to learn to ride a bike) and luckily this is the only damage that my baby incurred.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnOl6tjOVBoXnZ8FcusSpBOEGd-Y9P-pzIEW31-Xm1obyr_7RN7mL8ttY0O2brcJzvvyqMyu6qAffNn_5LoPdk3dfWnz8bMoGlNup7cxkXyOzwjK5iKNft6GHcYAC68DQCyXu4tIl-gBR-/s1600/IMG_4652.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486396404278943954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnOl6tjOVBoXnZ8FcusSpBOEGd-Y9P-pzIEW31-Xm1obyr_7RN7mL8ttY0O2brcJzvvyqMyu6qAffNn_5LoPdk3dfWnz8bMoGlNup7cxkXyOzwjK5iKNft6GHcYAC68DQCyXu4tIl-gBR-/s400/IMG_4652.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ9KaLCWHH8CjGg4qvKjqfuiic9-kRufj51U1e_vPPjChi9zwGPoekwNCNR-PM5UT2fpNYMeqjkVLzpMODfpwfrF9W0HRCukhKU4cMM6YGYZm0XnLvg9p2GcG0ASjr2sMuuc4TVfgvT7jI/s1600/IMG_4637.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486396392016202946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ9KaLCWHH8CjGg4qvKjqfuiic9-kRufj51U1e_vPPjChi9zwGPoekwNCNR-PM5UT2fpNYMeqjkVLzpMODfpwfrF9W0HRCukhKU4cMM6YGYZm0XnLvg9p2GcG0ASjr2sMuuc4TVfgvT7jI/s400/IMG_4637.JPG" border="0" /></a> See, even the fireman came to chase down the mountain lion and to check on my babies head.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWyRaZCrh5pqeuiWA1ApXJ1tQkMIqoXloPfe3fjH_e0zi4RncxKVEFhUGQo8MbZx4GqNxBPyhkHU2YpXKQOD74mNs9j8whLsOGNrtr3SlgyBOPu0OA-t3azfzCKhPAmWC1refbRA6HKl99/s1600/IMG_4643.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486396387506776690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWyRaZCrh5pqeuiWA1ApXJ1tQkMIqoXloPfe3fjH_e0zi4RncxKVEFhUGQo8MbZx4GqNxBPyhkHU2YpXKQOD74mNs9j8whLsOGNrtr3SlgyBOPu0OA-t3azfzCKhPAmWC1refbRA6HKl99/s400/IMG_4643.JPG" border="0" /></a> What you don't believe me? Look at those faces would we lie to you? Okay, okay so maybe sometimes the truth isn't as interesting as a good story. So really my baby was riding his bike with no helmet. Shame on you baby! And he somehow fell backward onto a rock wall and split his head open. There was blood everywhere and the firemen really did come to check out his wound and advise us on what to do. Don't ask me how they got there...it's complicated. And in the end we butterflied it. My dad would be so proud. (When I was a kid <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">every time</span> I got hurt and my parents were deciding what to do about the wound, to stitch or not to stitch, my dad would always say "Just butterfly it!") So we shaved his head and held it tight with a couple of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sterie</span> strips. Now I just hope that some day he doesn't hate me for his scar. But chicks dig scars right? Wait what chicks? He is only a baby.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7bzl-GcsH0BHArHDP9Q-ERl8dOl8nPTiWR0tp4Aw8w5IFywbXOItFcO6Pb3lSZTpa8FwPmjRWsayUIWeb5jEFjVgMV403pCfu6UBpGzt_tBHcSFQA9MHW-Difq030orYKPcteTgSLHREr/s1600/IMG_4649.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486396367842356850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7bzl-GcsH0BHArHDP9Q-ERl8dOl8nPTiWR0tp4Aw8w5IFywbXOItFcO6Pb3lSZTpa8FwPmjRWsayUIWeb5jEFjVgMV403pCfu6UBpGzt_tBHcSFQA9MHW-Difq030orYKPcteTgSLHREr/s400/IMG_4649.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-56579693024453336522010-06-19T22:06:00.000-07:002010-06-19T22:19:37.038-07:00Adalyn Joy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTVxzAyWAceDI7Bw7zZYCP329SydF9wuQnN8nkAib3oVZueyrvh3_V2dUWXFW2h1iKbNGPAjSP1aFS5Vg5pxwBvcITTlEhRDExXXF2nr3Dn9r45ksQYj_O5yw5MBtTMe8jT66WfmAYR9eB/s1600/DSC_0422.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484718311971116450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTVxzAyWAceDI7Bw7zZYCP329SydF9wuQnN8nkAib3oVZueyrvh3_V2dUWXFW2h1iKbNGPAjSP1aFS5Vg5pxwBvcITTlEhRDExXXF2nr3Dn9r45ksQYj_O5yw5MBtTMe8jT66WfmAYR9eB/s400/DSC_0422.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Happy Birthday to our Addy. She is one! I can't even believe it. It went by way too quickly although I am looking forward to her year of being one. Her little toddle makes my heart so happy. It is so fun to see her become more and more a part of the gang of little people that run the show around here...Doesn't that face just kill you!? </div><div></div><div>We love you Addy, you make our hearts happy!</div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-5009720861478818622010-06-16T20:25:00.000-07:002010-06-16T20:52:26.629-07:00So Proud<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh6curEAz-x2RtVy2Niclxfot4vZBjPtXnlGeqAygpIW12Oxi5ndEyci7i0TAPwP9deLy1MPxBffHvZC35XU1KVxUHojJT4Wd3M62eBknDI3IEeijyiku3LGxct5m2UQvbR60I10UsaquY/s1600/IMG_4620.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483580253944098754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh6curEAz-x2RtVy2Niclxfot4vZBjPtXnlGeqAygpIW12Oxi5ndEyci7i0TAPwP9deLy1MPxBffHvZC35XU1KVxUHojJT4Wd3M62eBknDI3IEeijyiku3LGxct5m2UQvbR60I10UsaquY/s400/IMG_4620.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibc4yrLeOUgPxggFZhCMzRlVnAIF7JxC8ooIugFqdTjIlcLaNQRrMgSnlURggd6Kcd51EUPtSbndZ0LZUdlq4uWugyk7fSylQuTSPZgUrdly5outFIHe5ko7mLTXOgUvc0mqp69dVg8CWj/s1600/IMG_4633.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483579921140084834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibc4yrLeOUgPxggFZhCMzRlVnAIF7JxC8ooIugFqdTjIlcLaNQRrMgSnlURggd6Kcd51EUPtSbndZ0LZUdlq4uWugyk7fSylQuTSPZgUrdly5outFIHe5ko7mLTXOgUvc0mqp69dVg8CWj/s400/IMG_4633.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfi0sEU_Ga31a4WcOxgsnjFHh3iR4UNGmwWLFchiGJj0LsDZ23xfP7Do0K6muEf42dCNMs6TSKRvulLjyKY2ywixC5DLwhyphenhyphen_qzIvKhy3K-nXC-mVKFUD9YadugUvbcgZ3AIjnd6ZtmxGn0/s1600/IMG_4624.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483579912394226514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfi0sEU_Ga31a4WcOxgsnjFHh3iR4UNGmwWLFchiGJj0LsDZ23xfP7Do0K6muEf42dCNMs6TSKRvulLjyKY2ywixC5DLwhyphenhyphen_qzIvKhy3K-nXC-mVKFUD9YadugUvbcgZ3AIjnd6ZtmxGn0/s400/IMG_4624.JPG" border="0" /></a>I am such a proud mama! Most parents are proud of great sports skills or academic success. I am proud of those things too, don't get me wrong. But I am so proud that my daughters catch tadpoles. There is something about them not being sissy girls that makes me SO PROUD! Bryce of course catches tadpoles too, but that is to be expected. Way to go girls! Keep on catching those nasty slimy things and hanging in there with the boys. <br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099477890770558329.post-24250036505377694792010-06-15T20:11:00.000-07:002010-06-15T20:27:44.159-07:00Rolley Polley<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjikEvKf86ouAXrGgVbRuWr8mFii0MbcJFTu3mo-4imCI7JP4GRNdqqeYNFA2UxMAXBnTdg9gt_Vq8oOusSBM26R4kXF_4CVJqhD_6tyCUXSex23Pn2wmXIZQzVYWTdWHCSKgOq-9Mjzfx2/s1600/DSC_0676.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483205155388073426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjikEvKf86ouAXrGgVbRuWr8mFii0MbcJFTu3mo-4imCI7JP4GRNdqqeYNFA2UxMAXBnTdg9gt_Vq8oOusSBM26R4kXF_4CVJqhD_6tyCUXSex23Pn2wmXIZQzVYWTdWHCSKgOq-9Mjzfx2/s400/DSC_0676.JPG" border="0" /></a> So honestly I am going to make this quick because although summer is fun and all I am <strong>exhausted</strong>! Anyway today we went for a long walk and stopped at the park and had a little bug hunt. Both Bryce and Ella found <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">rolley</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">polleys</span> and brought them home. Well when we got home they wanted to build the bugs a playground. I gave them some cardboard and tape and it went from a playground to a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">rolley</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">polley</span> house. They spent hours today working on this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">rolley</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">polley</span> house. As you can see it is quite colorful and it has a nice grassy yard.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLXGjdtqRrzeoDt908fzhrb7lc6fnkVlOKDhdHaz1yALjhK9kUf1kB7URGFL9m3D0CKxRJ51zEsG4YfXs50XgGlMiuSITZsJhhy_6EJOjhDu7i-kPiZS2z8tOOx-eCybuCj6X5CnROU6v/s1600/DSC_0675.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483205142597242498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLXGjdtqRrzeoDt908fzhrb7lc6fnkVlOKDhdHaz1yALjhK9kUf1kB7URGFL9m3D0CKxRJ51zEsG4YfXs50XgGlMiuSITZsJhhy_6EJOjhDu7i-kPiZS2z8tOOx-eCybuCj6X5CnROU6v/s400/DSC_0675.JPG" border="0" /></a> On the inside there is a tunnel and a rug and wall hangings. There are also some windows and a flat screen TV.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWVnid0BNu8UZjdjaxmpovkuZUnaXdcbszsXpytTQKt30zGqd2H9xrE5qMemDGnQyabfERLuom4JZnB2B4qT3rf1aO2m6RcHdhIi95QYGkzltE1P18Ak_68swnzr0zv_oqF1OUJKMlerv/s1600/DSC_0674.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483205133308910338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWVnid0BNu8UZjdjaxmpovkuZUnaXdcbszsXpytTQKt30zGqd2H9xrE5qMemDGnQyabfERLuom4JZnB2B4qT3rf1aO2m6RcHdhIi95QYGkzltE1P18Ak_68swnzr0zv_oqF1OUJKMlerv/s400/DSC_0674.JPG" border="0" /></a>On the other side of the house there is a bunk bed complete with pillows and a ladder. So all of this for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">rolley</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">pollies</span> and guess what...somehow the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">rolley</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">pollies</span> escaped. Can you believe it? The greatest, most luxurious <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">digs</span> a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">rolley</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">polley</span> could ever ask for and it just takes off like that! So disappointing, especially for the five year old involved. So I guess tomorrow we are going for another bug hunt.<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05833712286634019010noreply@blogger.com2