tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977520727157705282024-03-05T23:55:29.938-06:00Can I watch Cartoons?Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-76911541021142447912011-03-12T16:58:00.004-06:002011-03-12T17:17:29.029-06:00Learning to ride bikes<div style="text-align: center;">The kids got bikes for Christmas and sadly the first time we took them out to ride them was in February. Andie was determined to learn to ride her big girl bike. Probably because I told her I learned how to ride a bike with no training wheels when I was five. Seeing as she is 5 1/2 she was feeling the pressure to say she also learned to ride her bike at 5. So, Stephen took the training wheels and we took her riding. </div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqauoq3ivSMrVBTlMqzI4fa6HHVfr-QJK7qvIJHw0QEJBUEAk5ylZ_qHv_ovO-UbEpf1fhJYoYnY-2y8hQ4RBAx3SWVY5rteyqQE3YYall0UhPeRwrsVb2fy4FPcOPFr9rKQW6pGXavYCr/s320/IMG_8399.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583332369095824786" /><div><div style="text-align: center;">It's totally a two person job. Since, Andie still wants someone near her (even though she can ride by herself) and this little guy is more fascinated with how the bike works rather than watching where he's going. Such a little engineer. I'm not kidding he is constantly watching his legs going around and around and how the chain moves. too funny! The one time I took my eyes off him to snap a picture of Andie he rode eight off into a ditch. It was pretty funny. He was fine just a little dirty. </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonz7Nn-KC3FVOYobRHIfEkP-4O_gLVMq1bDvRI0Oj6tP7zkNpJZdTFyy5F8kSluvOsp9cUj5KMRa5wCytDGi_VM04spEucH9UHZwmr7nBGIzOH1BPF_2wZ_Y22X12cxX_-lToiylmlBJP/s320/IMG_8411.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583332377341371394" /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Once they both got the hang of it they LOVED it. Andie learned pretty quickly with no major spills. Which is good because any injury andshe probably wouldn't have gotten back a bike again til her mid 20's. </div></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWCxNSTWLjETtbG1ZqKh_tpnZdAgVPeTMdfSV6JCtmAUExV70xh0-qgTLdYERDJgJN2z7nxOtp_mh24_FJ4f2hHecpeHR-fbkpw7GMcKpH6OfGbRFzIFgwZ3IEmV8Zt_836yp_ianItrK/s320/IMG_8377.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583332361712883842" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">What better way to celebrate the success of these two youngsters than with ice cream. I would say that was a pretty special day. How is this happening so fast, my kids are growing up? (sniffle) </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb3yfxEneva5vf8lBDuwJZNMtcUK_CHT7XgxzoKn5qPF1naAUZvdGBEVXqtTAKt1xUYKStyKeRpzGBIeMgjm-b8_Hh1rgH8e2nJW2vI1nBgGb3sv80zmjTrmBMCglnWcBxitOa0OOZW5v7/s320/IMG_8430.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583333165934210690" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheXuxj-vHP9snSpdBO4CLS5T1mrVwSbaWMr2JHnBBK5HTJN49dYFv1GTZu6C8IyWxo2MVD8PW5CWUADNI4o7exkyazGJ7Cf1neyK_F8IftLDYYniaxwQR8UURc4cjnr2PV0-K8BVynHyZH/s1600/IMG_8432.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheXuxj-vHP9snSpdBO4CLS5T1mrVwSbaWMr2JHnBBK5HTJN49dYFv1GTZu6C8IyWxo2MVD8PW5CWUADNI4o7exkyazGJ7Cf1neyK_F8IftLDYYniaxwQR8UURc4cjnr2PV0-K8BVynHyZH/s320/IMG_8432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583333169355877938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-34707012203585528852011-01-23T08:04:00.006-06:002011-01-23T08:36:34.610-06:00Keystone Take 2<div>Here we go again. While Andie was already at ski school we decided to bundle the boys up and take them out to hit the slopes again. Don't they just look thrilled. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMzdiBrSHXev468jSNilGRIzLHIdnPaxmP3K2lBuC6Fttr21umWmW355KqCMBmEYAp110ECqhmKFV74-KRF4J2jkdgjVLLpV0eVqoDRFejwy7wum1rnEPz4sEStfCxgbFiI6Ki8sl_5Jae/s1600/IMG_8209.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMzdiBrSHXev468jSNilGRIzLHIdnPaxmP3K2lBuC6Fttr21umWmW355KqCMBmEYAp110ECqhmKFV74-KRF4J2jkdgjVLLpV0eVqoDRFejwy7wum1rnEPz4sEStfCxgbFiI6Ki8sl_5Jae/s320/IMG_8209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565384096657379586" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(Brennan and Gray)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div>How cute are these two little boys? What about the cute little wagons? This idea was genius. I'm sure a mom came up with the idea. These little wagons were all over the town and anyone could use them to transport all your gear (or your kids gear) to lift or back to your condo. The first day we had no idea about these suckers until we were at the lift and a nice little old man told us about them. Let me tell we took full advantage of these things the remainder of the trip. Trying to carry a 2 year old all bundled up along with skis made for a challenge not to mention how ridiculous you looked dropping things along the way.<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdIcJA4JPVWHfUSAl6W2sqVDRaYC5E2ZT8AZaezBxic9Tu1XkFZUSE7PAlEG0WxPYC1g2VFRg3twkOISKQML-lWtL0-7V25Tg-KTvljI04-b1AWMOkessgplcFPLzpSW5h9GoaFqdzrjyh/s320/IMG_8214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565383415427617106" />I'm so sad I didn't take more pictures of our trip but that camera and camera bag is just so cumbersome when you have all your ski gear and gloves on. That makes for difficult picture taking so I'm so disappointed that I didn't get more pictures of everyone. I'm really sad I didn't get more of Andie skiing. <div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJecSB-KzweRJwbRHA-CUIZ6pacxjllO3L0twSFX9BFgBsrwcSOkgzE13h16YD48kpoHf2UZfmmVoq-vPlvWMJEhfxY-ovPOLCa37ABRmHJMyBA-LQRW7BNM_TRg9YkuJJD_NJaKH2dzM/s1600/IMG_8219.jpg"></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJecSB-KzweRJwbRHA-CUIZ6pacxjllO3L0twSFX9BFgBsrwcSOkgzE13h16YD48kpoHf2UZfmmVoq-vPlvWMJEhfxY-ovPOLCa37ABRmHJMyBA-LQRW7BNM_TRg9YkuJJD_NJaKH2dzM/s1600/IMG_8219.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJecSB-KzweRJwbRHA-CUIZ6pacxjllO3L0twSFX9BFgBsrwcSOkgzE13h16YD48kpoHf2UZfmmVoq-vPlvWMJEhfxY-ovPOLCa37ABRmHJMyBA-LQRW7BNM_TRg9YkuJJD_NJaKH2dzM/s320/IMG_8219.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565383424043556674" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(Mom, Melody, Sister, Me)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">This picture was taken about 2 minutes after I slipped on a patch of ice. Let me tell you, I knew I was going down and I just couldn't do anything to save my self. It was like it was in slow motion. All I could her was, "ohhhh nooo" from all my family. Then I hit the ground. Thankfully that I day, I was wearing camera bag (ya know, that cumbersome bag). That baby, saved my back and tail bone. I guess I should wear that thing more often knowing how accident prone I am. Everyone said all they could see were my legs above my head and next thing I was on my back. I kid you not, I really didn't feel a thing thanks to that camera bag. I don't know how that lens didn't get crushed. I'm just thankful I had it with me that day because that could have bad, real bad. </div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i><u><br /></u></i></b></span></span></div></div></div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-70019156655265560492011-01-21T08:24:00.006-06:002011-01-21T09:01:27.754-06:00Skiing Keystone- Take 1<div>This past week we had the opportunity to go skiing with the with my entire family in Keystone. We decided to put Gray on skis and see how he does, I mean the kid's 2 he should be skiing right?! Ha! It is pretty amazing seeing some of these youngsters zipping down the mountain. They are fearless. I guess they don't really know the risk involved. They are also pretty close the ground so the fall doesn't hurt as bad. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyQseBB9WqVeohPR4O2kOwLHEM8o93kFDmAwIX9g6C27b58ARBWMFZIaCKhyOQN6eH5qCe-FW2AT7Se_-MyFQx7J07g0y2ikwBhYK5Qo5gLXwTxH0c3NfwMymmdu9UtpLfAnkGgRIhjD8N/s1600/IMG_8115.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyQseBB9WqVeohPR4O2kOwLHEM8o93kFDmAwIX9g6C27b58ARBWMFZIaCKhyOQN6eH5qCe-FW2AT7Se_-MyFQx7J07g0y2ikwBhYK5Qo5gLXwTxH0c3NfwMymmdu9UtpLfAnkGgRIhjD8N/s320/IMG_8115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564649022884064578" /></a>He we are trying to get Gray's gear on. Talk about a lot of work. He actually has no idea what's about to happen notice he's not yet crying.<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilwuMua9HHrlZSj6PVZPVqaLrXenL-hUjjy0IyRzBSV71y4S2ccMY3JAAM6tdCiBDZhuSXn8k_sM6mUjw1YKmFyjT2YcvAylgP8fFsnC0dkfAdP2_jt7jRWCMB_DghZi0sc6wTupTYTOvl/s320/IMG_8134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564645859641340930" />He seemed okay at first if you had a tight grip on him. I mean, he had to feel that you were hanging on to his jacket. He would sort of freak out if he didn't feel a death grip on his jacket.<br /><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyuNzxi17A7xeE9L0evLJOktAnzNRx8hIVeSG3wvmTRBXjp8sLcROeUtbk2IfuheAOztxyE9i1-bhNOy-rnyyxuFM4l_vaPuxW2wLxgL34PdMseNTi8YtWBS4dWplxDa9hkjvXSZPbcMaM/s320/IMG_8139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564647087952505506" /> Leaning back a little to much. We kept telling him to lean forward a bit so he wouldn't fall backwards, not sure he understood what I was saying. Then, I got on my knees right in front of him. I pointed the tips of his skies down and began to ski to me. Then, I would move a little bit back and told him to ski to me again. This is the face I got.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIAEp3MMRIF7K35qsAI0k-rJSwvdLn_1O7gQjVjZ7Oh5KDlmlFOJ4KU4UcqC-AGUmoQ67ieoimFxwqxJR6I4AvGiw7KbB1O786n7rDnCnM5rUJdGMGeP9uBBdlrDwnFBG8d1W1sPFZe_l8/s320/IMG_8185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564647099840824866" />Hilarious!! He was laughing and crying at the same time. He wanted to like it but was scared at the same time. Ha! </div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK4CvbQ_vcBA9s0Iu4d8WI-ywqq8f_v1wTa_amC8eZdr9wL7dUGsDSr3P_Zo34fj8FdE7LBAG4rAG6jkYul6jiK1KYBe1pedIWtjQmFomQs5kAqbUusrv5cLqFKH9BV94Lkd4j5UJPHDZ1/s320/IMG_8166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564647848712925842" />I think his favorite part of the day was riding the little magic carpet. He would get to the top and say again. I knew he wasn't talking about the skiing part but the little ride. He kept saying, "ride again, ride again."</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq1OGQcSEQ2OCb2KZ2C00Zi2v7hNqR6IRS5Yi1QjbajLWXzEXXkTMYdePafqIEKwGH2guMrgSzpfte0DT5dIzMJBV7ojPcLDD4OQQUujelAtC7Xop3IHoP9oN7HpEmD1xYc4E4-0U4HWSS/s320/IMG_8146.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564647095399249186" />Then, you've got Brennan who the minute he got his skis on he was zipping down the mountain. He was a natural. He would get to the top and say, "Self and I go fast." That's all that kid wanted to do was get some speed. Too funny! </div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm2O6KaJrvPfpbUzY4OTTYKrsr-RGjrRkTqGstbEzHClUnMzkPkWVdPFQxeboP9xBlQWqvUcD0O71TZhbvMyf86FYGRKFKsqVmd4YPCFVFoXxXFpFqmLeBOll7STGQub0WDV13uezR_QDz/s320/IMG_8172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564647844830209282" />This was her second time to go skiing so she was a little familiar with the routine but still not sure if she liked it. The first day she said they worked on stopping by doing the pizza wedge. Her right leg wasn't exactly doing what she wanted it to do so she was a little frustrated with that. That night before bed I asked her what she wanted to pray for and she said, "Please pray that my right leg would just do what it's supposed to do when I'm skiing. " So cute! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivWTGSHZ_ykO6ognnpJTDEIUG5NvXUvA9PQrhIPQnoLJgJwRV0Ofz93YTKp_exXPyp_g900atEP9ynzUfr11r3F09eVVV_ApbMZR8ddm5tzdGT8gYtXm3Y7o8L0Y_YzupToctQkgE1aNxo/s1600/IMG_8173.JPG"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivWTGSHZ_ykO6ognnpJTDEIUG5NvXUvA9PQrhIPQnoLJgJwRV0Ofz93YTKp_exXPyp_g900atEP9ynzUfr11r3F09eVVV_ApbMZR8ddm5tzdGT8gYtXm3Y7o8L0Y_YzupToctQkgE1aNxo/s1600/IMG_8173.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivWTGSHZ_ykO6ognnpJTDEIUG5NvXUvA9PQrhIPQnoLJgJwRV0Ofz93YTKp_exXPyp_g900atEP9ynzUfr11r3F09eVVV_ApbMZR8ddm5tzdGT8gYtXm3Y7o8L0Y_YzupToctQkgE1aNxo/s320/IMG_8173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564647855210448242" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-31561429844068097362011-01-02T15:44:00.003-06:002011-01-02T15:52:36.650-06:00Pumpkin Patch 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTzfxu_ZQaa5Zq5b1rLfUSXphMgyIbtI3SR_e2S6_t25RrEGO8zr_M2g7hnKcwsU8Nfc8Eqr4rT6AoytFAjQ7pP3u1zWDmtZOzYjAbHIhzWyUcJfGr0IFlHrzDuykfkLlrVUO2eBrXlYSk/s1600/Pumpkin+Patch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTzfxu_ZQaa5Zq5b1rLfUSXphMgyIbtI3SR_e2S6_t25RrEGO8zr_M2g7hnKcwsU8Nfc8Eqr4rT6AoytFAjQ7pP3u1zWDmtZOzYjAbHIhzWyUcJfGr0IFlHrzDuykfkLlrVUO2eBrXlYSk/s320/Pumpkin+Patch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557708256418858098" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-12573385194811098612010-12-23T08:09:00.005-06:002010-12-23T08:38:07.693-06:00Siblings!<div style="text-align: center;">I think these pictures might give you the wrong impression of how well me kids get along. They appear to be very loving and truly enjoy each other's company. Ha! I'm here to tell you there is defiantly a bit of sibling rivalry between these two. I feel like I am putting out fires all day long. I look at these pictures I think about what every mother out there has gone through raising kids. The constant arguing and fighting over toys. One screaming, "he touched me", "she kicked me" and my favorite, "he looked at me". Have you heard this before? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtmJmBpb6MLumqVHJJZKQAoXXHNb3dTjDB6doK8C3q05frhx4TSy6Rdt3VWYPYmvmMtw0K_97FhkJDX3IaHQ0Ex-uznLoK274fF6Ek5ec_u6IY45Ow-rdJalLlCDV0S8IPsGNhSIcJn_58/s320/IMG_7478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553881457534582642" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"> I look at my relationships with my siblings and we are very close. I know my mom thought at times they will never like each other. Stephen is also very close to his brother and sister. He's business partners with his brother and they truly are best friends. I love that! So I will wait with great anticipation for that day! I will continually pray for a strong bond between the two of them. Until that day, could you pray for my sanity? </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjND1-m2kFselMLeSGqwJ7NLs8KT8_KuWx9fDobeYFi8p0UQdbi-4r7wprKPGEHyqrUBjFaNL5GkYLYAByeAHaQC_5mHNJZ-GhPnRYQiVWZK7Fdaxh48i7UZSs91JwQuJlndwf8BhH1E1u6/s320/IMG_7489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553881985690712834" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMBznwmggQ2gMhTNB7Ci1IM2HuKCeBg65ZZOPPfp8GRY30UX5dKd0ASl1o93_TchOI7B85-fzLc4CfpBYwe74rt31qEsbLW7HowH7Xbn8jOZzL8zBKlM3zYz_iyphTxXZKhnACJeS4Te3i/s320/IMG_7496.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553881980843532098" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE9qn89wW8jWjtK7kb6pbITU0hNFuMnsSC1R4HPxyp9ySuhDZ8JyOZjqMBr80rzC57xBV6OIO6HgOPjSn3YM6IsJn-3Ul6JFJXkWYrX_JTvU6fO-z0HZy1USI0WiByqHbVaEiS5wuKl9G8/s1600/IMG_7523.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE9qn89wW8jWjtK7kb6pbITU0hNFuMnsSC1R4HPxyp9ySuhDZ8JyOZjqMBr80rzC57xBV6OIO6HgOPjSn3YM6IsJn-3Ul6JFJXkWYrX_JTvU6fO-z0HZy1USI0WiByqHbVaEiS5wuKl9G8/s320/IMG_7523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553881988675446722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I just love this picture. Stephen took this at the Austin zoo. It cracks me up! </div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-72680187432124705192010-12-05T09:28:00.007-06:002010-12-05T09:56:54.934-06:00Halloween<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I really can't seem to find time anymore to blog. What is happening?! I'm feeling so busy with life and kids that I can't seem to get a single post completed. UGH!!! So here I am on December 5th posting Halloween pictures. Ha! What, What's wrong with that?!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Andie LOVEs to dress up all the time. She loves to dress up as Princess. (I guess that's the truth with most little girls.) Oh may she always know that she is a true Princess, a daughter of the KING!! Just gives me chills knowing that the Lord above adores t</div><div style="text-align: center;">his little Princess as much as I do and then some. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This year she was persistent about being Pocahontas. We have had her costume since August. She has watched this movie more times than I can count. She now, not only watches the movie but acts it out! There's a scene in the movie where Pocahontas dives off this cliff well, I have caught her diving off the couch. This girl does not sit to watch this movie, she is acting the whole thing out. It's hilarious!!! So here she is as Pocahontas.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilsMnZ1mh5Yt7kaQZ3vcQisSBwEmX_pd4X8b9bxfhdf19SFPq1RTE7wCCJDXa5Nz_VQZomNxZ5Uv4WntoK6MC_pK2RQC5Vlh17VOgVo9g7-z6wpazR6ypnsM5rQqeFJ607g1CWm0CmvZPJ/s320/IMG_7267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547222091897382642" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a bird, It's a plane, It's super man!!! Gray really had no what the in world halloween was all about. I took the liberty to choose his costume for him. I thought he would make a very cute Superman. Don't ya think he makes a cute super hero??? I really choose this because the cape. What boy does not like to have a cape to flap in the wind as he runs. Ha! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfMXptqTgaGQi6pdimLMO_9ispMAfMuJfjZ5SETei3oqJ1dj-ZpkVzvFcHKYANfDQSa9UNa7DpRrWVeRfikvcw8lWFB_6IOkhFQFm3bV6h630k0DUwGdy_UAA_2CWuZfklBPoD_Myl8CX9/s320/IMG_7284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547222099456782114" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">We had so much fun trick or treating! We did a little hay ride through my friends neighborhood. The kids had a blast! Andie was all about getting the most candy. Gray was just along for the ride until he started realizing, hey these people are giving me lollipops and then he was on board with it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSVNcaNdbFvQPkLfFUT8fD4ChKPxF6HRhCgCay459rm_814zUEuCsOOagcb13Mf9MI4LJLuEoOxDEiLi8kChXFswqAdcy78PHYRKnmTb_RCvhPW7n7JNWHP-yT87TfnCVok7bbMxW2CfZM/s320/IMG_7298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547226878898982450" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks Bates family for another fun year of trick or treating. </div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-45827837857859625142010-09-07T13:18:00.007-05:002010-09-07T13:47:43.687-05:001st Days of School<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Ahhh...it's finally here, SCHOOL. Here are a few photos of Gray meeting his teacher and class mates and also his first day of Mother's Day Out.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzCQiV3RbVCGazz6pVfL2kpFCWg8RizHca0ii0PGuMHLrXvN3RcWSAVxg9LD7S2WX-Z1wZNnVN-NCpdQd1JVEA5dPIOI5UgNlvj4Ya_bOFr0n_T-VbRt-o92ezR6ydrHe6jARmcAAaXzi2/s320/IMG_6472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514240706013798034" /><div style="text-align: center;"> "CHEESE."</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqOzRm_LsyTSD1CdsT_rNbHpcGL9rXfNZzqe2ZmY-wj1iuO8cd3nWMQl2fCe_xU7QOcVyYn5Gfliyd2cKONk7VWCCug_YUAM84KPmn27fx5M5l4uXW8YaWj3ONnYI_DSig5nUfBUcHDHBr/s320/IMG_6474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514240711337770274" /><div style="text-align: center;">Gray is super excited about painting. He loves to paint. </div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMiWRRl9xpnEzQTiG0Dh0j29Z-XQym2rtak57S1fb-wigtcuLwnJJIO4TJY5NIJ8D0T43AvVMM9TXNvhFzLG8lY2vkQfurH_4gUxhQSp30mWkG8p7hyphenhyphen28hT7IGo6XIDsgPCuBP56E-OFZP/s320/IMG_6414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514240718815485250" /><div style="text-align: center;">Andie's first day of school. I woke her up at 6:40 and she acted like she was soooo tired and then asked me, "do have to go to school today" as she had a big smile on her face. She was so cute in her uniform. LOVE the uniform! No arguing about what she's going to wear.</div></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2yPEbTmXerMBUVGknlxggMAwlASRRFgbVF9cq2WWiI3Wl47zDvvRkZzSJRXk1oiDgLsOnCMv0plSBD4i7nQwj4_SgO6rVNItWF1Q4e5wW_R8pZS-j8pFpvrHBIAj86QLWzLfDrEZjVdpa/s320/IMG_6484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514239282334408530" /><br /><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzrO4pD9CDdzbbFmrgDDwy8lUUT-nhoikHUhYb2h4eUbZmJtJhyGIZER0xcgfC3xnUi_UdJ5pDveqh9b68ZqDlYdh_vpapKx7ExQA8OtR27F8PxwAUJXPqCi87ZjtKVMgHoBDns0IQUI2/s320/IMG_6494.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514239290989360274" /><div style="text-align: center;">Andie and her very dear friend, Margaret. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH-N672XCA131coAb4tG8e-u0GmKGDupWOz8Cl0kfaVXifSMfl0RSGQpp2Y67tkczAFoOKfjs_t1WIlRYqrXsbAlv4LMbinPgj1wrEFZTZzd619YWKueAQKAadO5duzzsIxZIWGMVF1UL8/s320/IMG_6497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514239638515080226" /><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8f7EatIrZ-eW_gIBUeLJpO2BksO4nivKIQJEKgF_Hn-faYabk1FmWE1SGZecdnxCarcrVcM72Hu-ZhGrgNWZGNT24c0tCszin8qn1ncxSlsX2SRbs15oO6eIivnCk-6AqYRel1nz-XKZ/s320/IMG_6491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514239648416529538" /><div><div style="text-align: center;">Lord, Thank you for my wonderful children. I pray that you keep our children well. I ask for a hedge of protection around them and their schools. I pray that you bless each of their days. I pray that You would be glorified by their lives. May they live their lives boldly for You and proclaim Your word to those that don't know you. </div><div><br /></div></div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-28555761415790296772010-06-28T09:41:00.006-05:002010-06-28T14:10:41.130-05:00Just in time for summer...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYd94ijCdqzQALrV-WP29dnmTNsLogW3aa6da7vlPhMXecZyccAa0FcgOxr-dkisGWGXGD0GgXuxBb260UFffc37rqnnBwapaqx071oMexYXn-uWphjL68wv5QlWTh8azQeCip1d3NTpVY/s1600/IMG_5321.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYd94ijCdqzQALrV-WP29dnmTNsLogW3aa6da7vlPhMXecZyccAa0FcgOxr-dkisGWGXGD0GgXuxBb260UFffc37rqnnBwapaqx071oMexYXn-uWphjL68wv5QlWTh8azQeCip1d3NTpVY/s320/IMG_5321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487837090076978866" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Gray breaks his leg. What a pain! At least this is a temporary thing. He will be in a cast for about four weeks so swimming is out and so is bathing. We are back to good ole' sponge baths for this little guy. And let me tell you he D-O-S-E N-O-T like them at all! I'm so sad about not swimming. That was my saving grace. I would take the kids to the pool from around 4-6pm and it got us (or should I say me) through that witching hour. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikuZYVJxlrAGDOX-VhaeXMhvS3pxzZw998N8oIY8qiv2FuOOQXaMxBi2YASNnTE-k2NrA5KiGyOE76tAjWxUVe7ikc93z33N1K_O_TeWgcl5VnG6uSIFrExFYX-KLM_L31dFdI0iNOHhla/s1600/IMG_5351.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikuZYVJxlrAGDOX-VhaeXMhvS3pxzZw998N8oIY8qiv2FuOOQXaMxBi2YASNnTE-k2NrA5KiGyOE76tAjWxUVe7ikc93z33N1K_O_TeWgcl5VnG6uSIFrExFYX-KLM_L31dFdI0iNOHhla/s320/IMG_5351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487837081472433298" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">He is actually doing great! He finally has figured out that he can walk with his cast. But he likes to pull the sympathy card quit a bit. It seems to work for him most of the time. ( I need to be stronger but he gives me those sad eyes and I just swoop him up.) I sure hope this is the last one but with this crazy boy I'm guessing this won't be the last time. Would you believe he is still trying to stand on toys that roll. Seriously??!! I do not need him breaking his arm too.</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-50322184642175504492010-05-23T21:29:00.012-05:002010-05-23T22:10:48.353-05:00Graduation Night<div style="text-align: left;">The other night Andie had her B-I-G graduation from Pre-K. She will be leaving the only the school that she has really every known. It is so bittersweet. She L-O-V-E-S that school but she will be moving on to another wonderful school. Andie has heard God's word daily at this school and been with so many loving teachers. She has made so many sweet friends there. Many of them have been together since they were 18 months old. I am sad to see her leave but excited to see what God has in store for her at her new school. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK-ns_gn3aD-Ylhq_MzgxE63xa2F9y_0ykYtEOeubLmi3pQXKBFkzgp7BK75UtO-xCcceRNFhnlq-pc8M3x9zlNHqSvO_SFL9n2704GMNcK6v88s2t7pGb_KI_HpnA648w9QX-Qh9xPmJL/s320/IMG_5093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474664228148731922" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Andie and her knew Bible from her school. The graduation ran a little long for Andie so while they were calling all the other graduating Pre-K students she decided she would take time to look at her new Bible. While they were to be standing there Andie thought she would study God's word. Ha!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA0bQ-N6cmzs3nx9RWDPJkXTAE4q1_Gm-JM3KEqeW0jci_lgcgHb24zvUMgPCV2p5qDq5U4ZhF8Xg_yWp93RikfggOi6o1QYa6tOSM-4k1Qt5W1gQT6IQtLRixcDSGNsgtv5DDlWBsU9W7/s320/IMG_5102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474663891436850770" /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmxdpZ51Entym70Z0KWSgVwCbt6xYROMqwl3NgMtS8-q1M_yAR9LNH6OSMxAI3kyq1ZRDIjmAqWvmLSpeUcUj1TB0rIeLcuFr7olwJLWLvH98zhvJlQXqUJdeQqZqOZTcv3dkvK9DXRq3L/s320/IMG_5111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474665255109938562" /><div style="text-align: center;">She got a little cash. </div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiynPePgFhOPvBhE27I5r2U8MolsDNcBl9XX8tZHscgbMo2-MpwL6fRVtrsJyXQVy-O8ml3mbzbUaNjq9Q70CBRc29ovQO0Ljr9o9i0wKLh9mn8vKcPlXBJRIBao45oDxOdtfATyZeirBnz/s320/IMG_5113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474662099096986514" /><div style="text-align: left;">Why is this man so happy? He will be going to this school next year. I cannot wait for Gray to have the same introduction to school that Andie has had. Oh boy, this kid is very different from Andie so this should be interesting.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3HzNg3euDAsB6s5zTvbMBM2YGAUWQfZAf_aPDMLPS9J_sQhOnpn0fs-WnO8NYhdoULHNPI1AcuRmKWcJJTTBZ-O7CA3YaAg57l8xPexufgsfOgJYTXUmaAqZtw6aPSuA1zOYHN0zbxJbK/s1600/IMG_5117.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3HzNg3euDAsB6s5zTvbMBM2YGAUWQfZAf_aPDMLPS9J_sQhOnpn0fs-WnO8NYhdoULHNPI1AcuRmKWcJJTTBZ-O7CA3YaAg57l8xPexufgsfOgJYTXUmaAqZtw6aPSuA1zOYHN0zbxJbK/s1600/IMG_5117.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3HzNg3euDAsB6s5zTvbMBM2YGAUWQfZAf_aPDMLPS9J_sQhOnpn0fs-WnO8NYhdoULHNPI1AcuRmKWcJJTTBZ-O7CA3YaAg57l8xPexufgsfOgJYTXUmaAqZtw6aPSuA1zOYHN0zbxJbK/s320/IMG_5117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474662109568223170" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Momma is also smiling because gray will be going to school. Ha!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /></div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-29285966110584855462010-05-12T15:50:00.006-05:002010-05-12T16:07:18.827-05:00Cookies for my Little man.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay so, I L-O-V-E decorated cookies. I actually have a "secret" desire to be able to decorate cookies like this <a href="http://bakeat350.blogspot.com/">lady</a>. Aren't they just beautiful? It's a piece of eatable art what more could someone want. For Gray's birthday I wanted to make some cookies for his little class mates so I whipped a little something together. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><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/AVvXsEicP54bRUfh4a8gdoVhkc9CFOekTcRB9SuPeu6E4JPlSPwnPsU0JtLOFXJ8J_tjX2W6d0dSSREE4s2asCpuRqyszA1rxvCnvs1tyJOp4qbKHU1ZFAtPahJBBP0GRA9HIBScwYACko_efcE6/s320/baseball+5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470491331649728850" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Naaa, just kidding I couldn't do that. Mine look more like this. Just a simple name, a number and few dots. That is the extent of my cookie decorating talents. HA!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ME6wPVVsSVQsQH1tkqFaaFsVStiPw9-70mcinMQ3A5sqyMuFLnRB9uwbXIINScO_6rmwv33K1zJzVDC3TRreM2AILb6Q7O4RoxuBAt2rCy-rEJxVCK_ViMeliVLYTy_Re0NKDzbYhZow/s320/IMG_4991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470489755410085330" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">These will be okay for a few 2 year olds don't ya think?</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-56711450873545080172010-05-12T07:38:00.012-05:002010-05-13T22:14:42.418-05:00Happy 2nd Birthday Gray!<div><br /></div>I cannot believe my little man is turning 2 today!!! Am I really two years older. Ahhhh... stop this aging madness!<img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq4PFx2XoZo9wOvkBqsf6rMq6QKumCgX2o5nB4jfokRBSmHM4REK6cpshBbAmS338jQgw-poIKZS5itYXuD8Z-Di9EE2FejBRwmtIhflYQZuGlEyD5z7TTIyo88pPXY_bh_BSBstqTRYtY/s320/IMG_0213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470363576327737842" /><div><div style="text-align: left;">Gray just a few minutes old. Such a tiny little guy when you were born. 6 pounds 10 ounces. </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><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/AVvXsEg_6M3o0ndFb1yTynO6A9uKWC_ZKPM_B1qDB-TJHRODQAJ7ohA81wcZ6Rxz2qTaD4urIh9Lf80Kia4F9fFF3OL713F6Of9x-JYU5hF0VR_Hq0xXGjS29RtZ8PUtIrbJEKSw1G8pTybqqOXt/s320/andie's+3rd+bday+121+(8).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470888972074314146" /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Such a happy baby. You L-O-V-E taking baths. When ever we say bath time you run to bath room, pull back the shower curtain and stand there waiting for Daddy to fill the tub. You especially love splashing and your most favorite thing to do is dump buckets of water outside the tube. This does not make mommy very happy. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></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/AVvXsEh_q1K6l2jcNtkoL8titdnQOWs9CPdwK8btOHocXnXQSz1-3IF8Mvg8ZDKWgolbeNvT6WotQ8SXFhAxkYnvFvwVwuudGQeuGrTixLqiaoOLF0CneYcygI0yTolHWPRBMqkUCxIwQ32tuZat/s320/Pumpkin+patch+2008+008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470888960938317106" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Your first time at the pumpkin patch. You weren't quit sure what to do so you just tired to eat the hay. Love those cubby cheeks. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><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/AVvXsEijQgcTKXsuC7bSNjVn0-l652i-xB21_qqW6fF_qE_xSSGOW1PpvNFmYvYByRx14b9ZXFU87ddaG3bTeHZKHdr4ad8EdLULLmYU-Xm0RMGKYEXiWsiDp-7eQNmK4Pwm5SXqyWjcIYg2_hyphenhyphent/s320/DSCN0758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470887412683702242" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">This was your first Christmas. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><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/AVvXsEimiHCeKF8UV-1danepOTlPOFxouoRgP0UtQbb9wz6NyNOlR3JL9wPcGlldWmbQPe0u0TpteBnPSrLs8XzJ4wn4SoXd0KRuvpC5vQ9O_7_euOgMZhGQmQs2eZcEtHBRspml6MiiQHcVLZmy/s320/DSCN1109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470888988440688866" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Here you are playing your little piano. Gray you love music. Anytime you hear some music playing you stop what you are doing and start dancing. You have the cutest little dance. You put your hands on your hips and sway from left to right. I love to see you dancing. It just makes me smile. </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwls5xPMT1884mmHfpK6eU8vFg2yB8zDiE0nzF6atm-WWnmsqc3647vTDZkq72pA1bZdj0ttB7AsSXwkaP4LW430F7NvJ5fCWEZbTXlMy3E3AbnMkjUzaLH4lxrvhSDNpGMQWJ5TzeD9-/s320/IMG_1576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470895408252339154" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">How cute is little face?!</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSF0IHsJ3ulCEo_YyGJQOewA4o1MsMQvVGheM1A94fNi9L4ho95lxsqJcOnrZLG7AleYp34tQq7HEjVSGszYZgFH-UxMH6SU4qdAD7v6kIaeGC8r4aXG4R5Kx6oTMy2-zulHN65ldLUjkN/s320/IMG_1672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470895424196478418" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">You have a tiny obsession with brushing your teeth. You will brush your teeth anytime of the day. Sometimes I will find you wandering around the house with toothbrush in your mouth and your toothpaste in hand. You must have the cleanest teeth for a two year old. </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh26TW5yKBq8JPT371DkN3TnVpK0FPvYv2KlUmQdQdliohvWzcMd1yb669tuFDzJUwvDLuDz6v7RQ7dFORyvlgiSi2FOcUWAWfifhhnQaA4Y9jPXsGUDyb-Pf5g-OXbzy1f30t0dKbLrkG8/s320/IMG_1698.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470895431897740306" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">This picture cracks me up. You love to stand in front of the pantry. </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixpb73FnvctGYKDp4NcT9rE12zAh2iWQGqrBdr4S-AylmG6JbAMcFDhUQYyp0lHeuy2ZlZ7P1BzFVsligmvjCV4uO7GwqE1bKAEvOfSaymAiJngnhk14sWjOrSfDimHVhYXLgNsz6jHIo6/s320/IMG_3355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470950442783129714" /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISjoXEm4r1rOdLSwEIBbXY48yxCwQc5KvTrt0M3OaKSVVc5ffkKoWGmu8De5uTaZZ0TvnWd1iy70xFMPghzjdCSWADs1IO5HDFL5yzMn8iKi8wULrooZkJk0E63BZ6n-MegMAOG8zSVXz/s1600/IMG_4048.JPG"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This was your second trip to Colorado but your first time to see snow. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> You weren't sure what to think. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISjoXEm4r1rOdLSwEIBbXY48yxCwQc5KvTrt0M3OaKSVVc5ffkKoWGmu8De5uTaZZ0TvnWd1iy70xFMPghzjdCSWADs1IO5HDFL5yzMn8iKi8wULrooZkJk0E63BZ6n-MegMAOG8zSVXz/s1600/IMG_4048.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISjoXEm4r1rOdLSwEIBbXY48yxCwQc5KvTrt0M3OaKSVVc5ffkKoWGmu8De5uTaZZ0TvnWd1iy70xFMPghzjdCSWADs1IO5HDFL5yzMn8iKi8wULrooZkJk0E63BZ6n-MegMAOG8zSVXz/s320/IMG_4048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470950451852107554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Some of the things you like to do</div><div style="text-align: center;">throwing a ball or anything for that matter.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You love to follow daddy around and do what ever he is doing. </div><div style="text-align: center;">You love to hum. </div><div style="text-align: center;">You love to swing and play in the backyard. </div><div style="text-align: center;">You love sticks. You just like to walk around with them. </div><div style="text-align: center;">You love to snack. Your favorite things are goldfish, </div><div style="text-align: center;">raisins and fruit snacks (your most favorite snack).</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNRmIdXUektWmhPMXmcF6aHfSf_pxrqaJubAm_GvcleRERSkOya4zUwrSs3CwDQgA1_HX3sdQuH4VS59Jy6OsaLQ4nIACS2fn7ubZE7KsrYPkUmFWHplyYvP-hQoBM9Yx30-8wDxqQ5MAU/s1600/IMG_4403.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNRmIdXUektWmhPMXmcF6aHfSf_pxrqaJubAm_GvcleRERSkOya4zUwrSs3CwDQgA1_HX3sdQuH4VS59Jy6OsaLQ4nIACS2fn7ubZE7KsrYPkUmFWHplyYvP-hQoBM9Yx30-8wDxqQ5MAU/s320/IMG_4403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470950447783760738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gray you are such a blessing to Mommy and Daddy. We love you so much. You bring so much joy and life to our family. Andie adores you and loves being your second mom. </div><div style="text-align: center;">You are such a smiley little boy. I thank God for you each day. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> I cannot wait to see how God is going to use you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sons are a heritage from the Lord, </div><div style="text-align: center;">children a reward from him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> Psalm 127:3</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq4PFx2XoZo9wOvkBqsf6rMq6QKumCgX2o5nB4jfokRBSmHM4REK6cpshBbAmS338jQgw-poIKZS5itYXuD8Z-Di9EE2FejBRwmtIhflYQZuGlEyD5z7TTIyo88pPXY_bh_BSBstqTRYtY/s1600/IMG_0213.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"> </a></span></div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-15328594998424437742010-05-12T07:21:00.003-05:002010-05-12T07:31:51.962-05:00Cousins<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It is so fun to grow up around cousins. I didn't get to be near my cousins as I grew up but I am L-O-V-I-N-G seeing my kiddos grow up around theirs. Andie and Gray love being with them. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9I7GBXHA3pjA0Mzg2aspgjcJMgJ3JzA39sLoB8uP4LRwHH7TmasvG35Nt6nWA6UMj3CNo5fBI6-_A2DLdNWpVn3fTv_UpKF1_ictEAq6HNnkVbThqc85k_Zcn0hs050AhOMKxKF3m8Y3b/s1600/IMG_4944.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9I7GBXHA3pjA0Mzg2aspgjcJMgJ3JzA39sLoB8uP4LRwHH7TmasvG35Nt6nWA6UMj3CNo5fBI6-_A2DLdNWpVn3fTv_UpKF1_ictEAq6HNnkVbThqc85k_Zcn0hs050AhOMKxKF3m8Y3b/s320/IMG_4944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470358693214369346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I love in this picture Andie is trying to get Gray to turn his head to look at the camera. She is so motherly to Gray. She's always trying to tell him what to do or telling me what he is doing that he shouldn't be doing. Which is generally writing on my walls, couch, oven, doors what ever you can think of with markers or crayons. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNjvvd-9DdKsVnBxngdUUifC7QADZDSFWGet-Mzumb9JfvjtfiZ2EHztPwzFJTOPm8FoZo8FjY32eOvy6b27QKpBbrSbutr0GcM8ZTn3fB75KVnbltigTy7nBoxl_i4PCXr64Wr719oNZ/s1600/IMG_4939.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNjvvd-9DdKsVnBxngdUUifC7QADZDSFWGet-Mzumb9JfvjtfiZ2EHztPwzFJTOPm8FoZo8FjY32eOvy6b27QKpBbrSbutr0GcM8ZTn3fB75KVnbltigTy7nBoxl_i4PCXr64Wr719oNZ/s320/IMG_4939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470358684102328706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR6CmYqLTh_l6MlDj5HTKwmNRe1veaD_25NmXzFoI-8fD7diaBM2CcS1HCJNI6m2FTqyUf-XhaLK5uW5FMof26RpLddK9GXhZnGEl4Jko4knSIIA3EqcBH9T6SE2e9SObzDuic8hrFPoZ_/s1600/IMG_4935.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR6CmYqLTh_l6MlDj5HTKwmNRe1veaD_25NmXzFoI-8fD7diaBM2CcS1HCJNI6m2FTqyUf-XhaLK5uW5FMof26RpLddK9GXhZnGEl4Jko4knSIIA3EqcBH9T6SE2e9SObzDuic8hrFPoZ_/s320/IMG_4935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470358674188429314" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Being near family is just such a blessing! </div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-6648481945474330542010-05-08T07:58:00.006-05:002010-05-08T08:15:31.418-05:00Summer is almost here.<div style="text-align: center;">I love summer time. I love that our schedule is free from all</div><div style="text-align: center;"> activities like gymnastics, reading classes, school </div><div style="text-align: center;">(well, I'm sort of sad about that because that is the only</div><div style="text-align: center;"> time I have to my self) but, i just love that we </div><div style="text-align: center;">have no place to really be at a specific time. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoGeXZLb_M08_MGDwHZoOyuC-HOHImwhbbMna-gauuyRcNYAq8EFJztupiJOvhu2pHw1z6hMa45IUgpHh9cUZRRz_VnE5Uazg7wQbD45aDMnvZlD7Zt3vumPrSrRHpk1NKxra-RrMn97VG/s320/IMG_4931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468884208427518530" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love staying outside late and playing in the </div><div style="text-align: center;">back yard watching the kids ride bikes, take late </div><div style="text-align: center;">night walks, and playing in the water. I have to </div><div style="text-align: center;">say though I hate the HOT weather that is on it's </div><div style="text-align: center;">way in. That is the one thing I dread </div><div style="text-align: center;">about the summer here in Texas. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg45ZuUMFxJGpK64cZ2ORdEVxjF29TlhdO_9bQETnI6CIv42IAKM7XHENLUKJ3GM2OXS1HugsgLR4jTc5laZUAKn_GQBQpgiaXjS22FIyFObpfJPwKfz2NLuBSCETFzLyj67zRfkjeFcQy_/s320/IMG_4926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468883913766577026" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I got in my car yesterday and the </div><div style="text-align: center;">temperature said 100 yes, folks it is here. </div><div style="text-align: center;">With the weather so hot during the day </div><div style="text-align: center;">what do you do with your kids? </div><div style="text-align: center;">I need ideas for the summer. </div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-55579599872304001922010-04-07T21:10:00.005-05:002010-04-07T21:29:45.584-05:00Yummy Muffin recipe.<div style="text-align: center;">I don't know about you all but getting my kids to eat breakfast is not an easy task. All they want to do is play. No time for eating in the am for them. I know that they both love muffins but not all muffin mixes are that good for you. SO, I came across this recipe on one of my favorite recipe websites. <a href="http://allrecipes.com/">www.allrecipes.com</a> It is so fun! You can search for recipes and then add them to recipe box. I find so many wonderful recipes on line and can never remember were I had come across them. Here you can file them away on your very own on line recipe box. LOVE IT! But any who... I came across these little muffins. Very tasty and a bonus they are healthy too!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Morning Glory Muffins. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><div class="ingredients" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "><h3 style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Ingredients</span></h3><ul style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; "><li class="plaincharacterwrap" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour (I used 1 cup of all-purpose flour)</span></span></li><li class="plaincharacterwrap" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1/2 cup whole wheat flour (I used 1 cup of whole wheat flour)</span></span></li><li class="plaincharacterwrap" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">1 1/4 cups white sugar</span></span></li><li class="plaincharacterwrap" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1 tablespoon ground cinnamon</span></span></li><li class="plaincharacterwrap" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">2 teaspoons baking powder</span></span></li><li class="plaincharacterwrap" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1/2 teaspoon baking soda</span></span></li><li class="plaincharacterwrap" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1/2 teaspoon salt</span></span></li><li class="plaincharacterwrap" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">2 cups grated carrots</span></span></li><li class="plaincharacterwrap" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">1 apple - peeled, cored, and chopped</span></span></li><li class="plaincharacterwrap" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1 cup raisins</span></span></li><li class="plaincharacterwrap" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1 egg</span></span></li><li class="plaincharacterwrap" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">2 egg whites</span></span></li><li class="plaincharacterwrap" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">1/2 cup apple butter (substituted with 1 cup of applesauce)</span></span></li><li class="plaincharacterwrap" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">1/4 cup vegetable oil</span></span></li><li class="plaincharacterwrap" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">1 tablespoon vanilla extract</span></span></li><li class="plaincharacterwrap" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">2 tablespoons chopped walnuts (omitted these because my kids won't eat nuts)</span></span></li><li class="plaincharacterwrap" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">2 tablespoons toasted wheat germ (omitted this just because)</span></span></li></ul></div><div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top-style: dotted; width: 300px; "></div><div class="directions" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "><h3 style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Direct<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: normal; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-size: medium; font-weight: bold; ">ions</span></span></span></span></h3><ol style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 16px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 16px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- list-style-type: decimal; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; color:initial;"><li style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- line-height: 16px; color:initial;"><span class="plaincharacterwrap break" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C). Lightly oil 18 muffin cups, or coat with nonstick cooking spray. In a medium bowl, whisk together eggs, egg whites, apple butter, oil and vanilla.In a large bowl, stir together flours, sugar, cinnamon, baking powder, baking soda and salt. Stir in carrots, apples and raisins. Stir in apple butter mixture until just moistened. Spoon the batter into the prepared muffin cups, filling them about 3/4 full.In a small bowl, combine walnuts and wheat germ; sprinkle over the muffin tops.</span></span></span></li><li style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- line-height: 16px; color:initial;"><span class="plaincharacterwrap break" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Bake at 375 degrees F (190 degrees C) for 15 </span></span></span></li></ol><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">We shall see if my two little monkeys will eat them in the morning. Ha! I'll let you know. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 16px;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 16px;">I leave you with two pictures of my little cuties. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 16px;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhBRAy7jGABeq8DQInfJ0Z-dvAWz4gPSnmCtd2xACn1wZBlPNWSgLN6MmfpERWL6tNTMzpnEBK-tRnDcjnEiXNJlcuwonaEBXRJMJteTnMyZf9D8_k_CQ2kOzoW2dM8xZxI6hhUUojYPm/s320/IMG_4387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457587180494665090" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLEJmJD1sVkerbcy8He41R9HOb_nsngycQ4jEtLFa_9UnVsJAil8NVmLfGMj5ColA5A0MERmeNraqdLoEmgJs_840QZBNW7Or3Wq5hgW0Eh7W2J_sG8BvvvAVoCPob0P4WtdD4wKrQ0uJP/s320/IMG_4374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457587177471256450" /></span></span></div></div></span></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-79910368876199173192010-03-16T21:31:00.005-05:002010-03-16T22:02:34.825-05:00Now this is a horse I'll ride.<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/AVvXsEje8K_WETQwQ14nNPd7FtBw7gPzZ9PG3YKeFTq7ZYNJgzCHBTownhTk_O5s5I1YL_wAR28J0P6KrzKciJGdSkDrrp8p39yyVbNU8Nh2SLo-9K8BJQCa7yo1mWnFlUPDk00eX-8cHIn4SwTv/s1600-h/IMG_4029.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje8K_WETQwQ14nNPd7FtBw7gPzZ9PG3YKeFTq7ZYNJgzCHBTownhTk_O5s5I1YL_wAR28J0P6KrzKciJGdSkDrrp8p39yyVbNU8Nh2SLo-9K8BJQCa7yo1mWnFlUPDk00eX-8cHIn4SwTv/s320/IMG_4029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449425646116450946" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We all know my track record with horses. Well, it's not good. But I have finally found a horse that I might ride again. These little darlings are about 3 ft tall from the ground to the top of their heads. Now were talking. I mean if I was riding one of this little cuties and he begin to buck I could just stand up and their you have it no one gets hurt. Anywhoooo my mom told me about this place just outside Brenham. It's a miniature horse farm run by nuns. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfASmNXGLRGqyPJVeO3nUc89u1LoomhIBmGKeEA-0fyHB_6T9BRrvgM8eLlMJKoZ3SDHJSrqUTuHqCBZz5EPT3QpOXftWW_LbSHss9Pod1J4i6R9za3vf35wz8kJ8Js3ZkCf_26ZX-HNO/s320/IMG_3987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449427997942151186" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love this picture of Andie. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwabRl-ujn-ka-93h7YTqiOsD7AgAPKI4-H96bgDZTet9T6pp8KzmUdU308CCRuDImKkhuBw8q3q1K0CXiCy9ZLA5B90AmUF3zN-5NdYgwPkoz2UWmylVx0ba1A1x-T7MxPG9_bQ70YBKs/s320/IMG_4030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449428013808835426" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp1Yulm_hPjcP5X5bc-6VFV5PwuoIoGz3U8wj_Oh9pZho4wNpI99Lq-lKci5V0UoW2Dhu1Dq9kpHLoLDD68CbNJHCDTnDP3ej7SfFZtEh9cY5PKn-y0RsHiB2TcbhnWrr9xklybOat7iPe/s320/IMG_3997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449428523453250690" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Andie loved petting the horses and looking at them. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8oaiSixtE1HmfYkjVbCp52piIrc5AnzBWrF4n7dBS0ufymgIJUKmVEEkRupNsxEgH8E40qho2Ws63mfNeNdyn00YInKqkKM887nEgrTl8ZZSN3DcX8fm4HJv-cZVXygZsotp6uoo70sdp/s320/IMG_4035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449428005966145986" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvHrp7ptJbRvaTH48SLFlHee61PSwQzY86J_l59yLKZZk-iMFrEaNI8M-WWNFaKdCII_0SgPrQgKuGYQ9ZsCbw4GAl4Xk5OBSzBmCDG_t_e-jWWZovEz1Z8WwOPsdXYkeO8c-KWrV_NLtg/s320/IMG_4018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449428518378135378" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gray took a few looks and then he found some </div><div style="text-align: center;">sticks which seemed to be of more interest to him. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He tried to poke the horses in the eyes a few times. Boys are just so </div><div style="text-align: center;">different from girls I am learning very fast.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3sgfiK2BYUHpRZQ3InEwFAp1FBrA2Yy4-LuocP5SAdupXzpIoJYJP-vO2JQPApQT9PXqPd0LJfC6Or_i-txYRULhwEoVsQ1axR9guwLr7QLGBgTf1PZREuBklvJPPKcPE6qBRDWivfSAG/s320/IMG_4015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449432184378440514" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1bYsH2Cnn5sUvaqNprL8rF-I0GusJhAh3Jo-O3i11Q46sUR1TVJNQpXAm_iXnUa_BXtFf-_x4Y6KqIITrtDNKoPJqujtgqmKutIGS_sWBOQa-ASYQB4S5J71QYgkUsyWy0EqB-KBxLO9M/s320/IMG_4047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449429299288731074" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you are looking for something to do near Brenham check this place out. </div><div style="text-align: center;">You could get some Blue Bell Ice Cream while you are there. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.monasteryminiaturehorses.com/index.html">http://www.monasteryminiaturehorses.com/index.html</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-21595568238769226152010-02-24T07:24:00.005-06:002010-02-24T07:42:16.185-06:00Toys, who needs them?<div style="text-align: center;">My kids would prefer to play with an old beat up box. It cracks me up. They had so much fun with this box and their daddy. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Who's in the box?</div><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/AVvXsEgfbm6fybL5qIbxymFAUcIsQOmuazhbVCMcGssPIjaU0ZD4qNHX7WD__ZGti73BVJAW2aOVn_r0zOkCsIzePcKEvwMZv3XW53Be38ExTVAryQKukyNebM7_tQsCWdZO366wmGUg7pPAAsy6/s1600-h/IMG_3555.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfbm6fybL5qIbxymFAUcIsQOmuazhbVCMcGssPIjaU0ZD4qNHX7WD__ZGti73BVJAW2aOVn_r0zOkCsIzePcKEvwMZv3XW53Be38ExTVAryQKukyNebM7_tQsCWdZO366wmGUg7pPAAsy6/s1600-h/IMG_3555.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfbm6fybL5qIbxymFAUcIsQOmuazhbVCMcGssPIjaU0ZD4qNHX7WD__ZGti73BVJAW2aOVn_r0zOkCsIzePcKEvwMZv3XW53Be38ExTVAryQKukyNebM7_tQsCWdZO366wmGUg7pPAAsy6/s320/IMG_3555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441801958600367506" /></a></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gray's in the box. </div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyAaytAoLP18AqME35pe35l7x27IlhvejTcZ0CcQ_ZPjBXSEAQEfFB0sMT3ikZv1128raJNe9580x_3K6IxyAq2s0-9F_kFqbPVZ3uk9K6Ul0FdDBWEGZvHq1fPdlfH7KryTnKTVXWbYqu/s320/IMG_3556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441801965461881874" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Who doesn't want to share the box?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvFvN8kEOyYv-q3soNzJC3k05F9Bh7FFyaRq2zCRsS75kuCXzdGAKp9-vOto-b9qUXIyml-KYKRzReHa58clr7NFMRTqRYAM6L2mk-a4hYeUWz5FHKeKuevvIZw8hOzfEQgQ5YzmYjl4K/s320/IMG_3565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441801972566370850" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Who's in the box?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnI09AskO0CZMZ5w9rwN8OYPMZrM5_rNfX2USZxwUauvbcyhZ17du23k2JJDe2jc59Lb1ckfpzI7LutcDLvDG5t26AJuu39ArMP9DM9Xed5HrI7qMpawl9pbt9jxhWk8EDcqyglAmWdKAF/s320/IMG_3566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441802590373903026" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Andie's in the box.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipIm77aurp9Zi802axOjGJxQgGclMbNIQ8NxD-BwXDC2Fqs9NFXlFDNP_j5IsolLEZUeE0RoAt_RdnxrgDA_DrEcStuzZd4lFoDXDrFcOedDMoNuCiANlkENUe236-maW6lT1M27n3rhI4/s320/IMG_3567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441802592736865186" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So there you have it folks, I am not buying my kids toys anymore I think I'll just scavenge around in other's trash and get them so good clean junk. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-14983207571597108892010-01-12T16:27:00.004-06:002010-01-12T16:49:31.810-06:00No trip to Colorado would be complete without...<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Casa Bonita</span></b>. Yes, I said it, a trip to Colorado must include a stop at the great Casa Bonita where the food is less than desirable but oh so fun for the kids. Like I said, Stephen grew up going to Colorado and most of his trips also included a trip to Casa Bonita. I guess Stephen's memories are quit fond of this place. Maybe the food was better tasting when he was younger or he has forgotten. Needless to say the kids totally enjoyed it. Gray was fixated on the stage and the performers. Can I call them that? At any rate both Andie and Gray loved it. <div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxz3eOpx53QpHATB_RXfwqJsbIpEp9DLHIK_D2gcULwJqipd6XPIJfxiGUiMQpoUfUAZpGnfTGMKV_xbfspgFLf8T4ieXSYvY_9kVfQTw2ju1xRuDCcV7yOxAFVbV6j0vACQ4znJQHl6uZ/s320/IMG_3507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425988458542228082" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDZzvCJfFztHygl9Pn4Ww5fcgySsT0a-JHBMPEI0_WLj4DXVpfa6LnTYpWn5ZfXJ99jHCauccDNcEoqqL55L4hzZcLNcUfFIWoLIj71j5DQAZsQrav1_2zz2knl-ZVf9NwSjCaeAE2YHSm/s320/IMG_3509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425988466017423666" /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8O4wGL2Mi0hqKQF2ZgZKPK7USmxoEd0z4ysAv-cgOhdDQwnnf6HMZAX0nNeRzsnecAcQHEiWQ029wj8a3Tn89PyY3OPQfPjVh3uxtUKLQKrUhEeyhwUfGS-UiXNiv_uxJY6V6A2d0HqQF/s320/IMG_3528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425988477952496930" /></div><div>Look Paul and Stephen were even having a good time. Ha! </div><div><br /></div><div>The best part of Casa Bonita is the all you can Sopapillas!!! You just raise your little red flag and moments later you have basket full of those lovely things. YUM!!</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-37626799596588492802010-01-11T21:13:00.011-06:002010-01-11T22:22:18.672-06:00Rocky Mountain High<div>Well, we decided to take sort of a spontaneous trip to Colorado in the new year. Stephen loves everything about Colorado. I have to admit Colorado is one of the most beautiful peaceful places I have ever been to. God is so creative isn't he? </div><div>Last night, I was trying to count how many times I have been to Colorado and I honestly can't tell you. Prior to knowing Stephen I hadn't stepped foot in Colorado not so much as even flown over the place and now after almost 14 years with him I have totally lost count. I guess he is slowly transforming this city girl into a wilderness girl. Well, not totally, I will also travel with my make up and flat iron. </div><div>Back to the trip...we decided we would take kids with us because neither one of them had truly seen snow. I'm talking snow that actually sticks to the ground. Andie is now 4 and half (and she will tell you that half) which is a great age to get them on skis. I didn't learn to ski until I was in my early twenties and it is much harder to learn when you are older so I've heard. Let's see...I've been skiing three times and I have taken lessons each time I have gone. I think it finally clicked this time. I'm not breaking any records but I can get down the mountain in one piece and with all my gear. Actually, I skied my first blue this year. WooHooo! I totally slowed Stephen and Paul down but I did it. Thanks guys for being patient. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here are a few photos from our trip. I'm sad to report that we didn't get many pictures of Andie skiing. The few that we got you really couldn't see her. </div><div><br /></div><div>Gray in his ski bib ready to play in the snow.</div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-FFtfYB_XwG51ZADuOt7ipSIrUCfHVn_93UrST-C2vqsaQJqLmZFYeUP3UjbJe3clZNZT6BEUrb5J4pXLz0haFBB2hvPKOPLtb0BSgW9zGVYKKmh97SD7cKerujnf7fD2SY38ZffSwwrU/s320/IMG_3315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425687668458529154" /><div> </div><div><div><div>Look at Andie she was trying not to act excited </div><div>about going out to play in the snow and go tubing. </div><div>Such a stinker sometimes!</div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbiR_fILqXruIosI6AfNriz1SrCEmlV_U0WUtuHGYaORvu9V-NokMHw_tVoVDDRc588m61M5WtMMjkqdVj-dNyQ4WLyZZzwRyLwbm6YuIY6LcFA5DkmkF5gTDzUO9oq4WbY0i8xOT6rCZ/s320/IMG_3318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425687676981642322" /></div><div><br /></div><div>I just love this picture of her. </div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiCYq426OfsxSTy64ak_7BB4Y7cwFLsLR6rtaDhKNbHe6LpISSN9VxrKh1wCRH4R6gK9CK6yad-VxC-XJZznxUUiAAh5UxhMbDKhYE519_s7lNvmCvj14FxWhxFm_m4YUwYOF3FvTj0iMV/s320/IMG_3333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425687687256199298" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgprtUaIVQjuQxMwtZTzV7Ejdflt8PRLGU6wOaINOZ7Gl_p-0B9XImHS_U_iJgZbFxT8FYaX4kZstsHfaFM1VvirDCpV6BP2Ku0WY29dCBHG8jHkjG9JEPv4VSmS5RNbpwdDSKLEa2MQzgs/s320/IMG_3336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425688232398075506" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Andie tubing. We took her tubing on the first</div><div>day just to sort of get her in the mood for skiing.</div><div>Our thinking was if she likes tubing she may not </div><div>be so apprehensive about going skiing.</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho0HdttSYVOJo9WfAnDqXXxtJEuA6VJTG44YopNIdIuF9RwCkeQNUQD22-tP0fSZY3Ffq-ZApZOywu26_7YI8mfeIQHo9HpWLYJ9hCSYLn2dbA3xWDANVjiZdskPOeNW-ff_tCGbsHcAnY/s320/IMG_3337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425688241279615938" /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>While went tubing my mom stayed back and </div><div>entertained Gray in the snow. </div><div>He was not so sure of this white stuff. </div></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Dqn446NBErQNNgApMY7mY8Opczpiz2_3S8TAkVvrvcg3M_krrCOJLslGvCcnzyBs6GlZkX25Kv8XFfQ2nn-QWAO30dKKduzBBVSClPHZ18cn_jO-wFPmgXZnKdscNtynwyXavu6o1VIK/s320/IMG_3347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425688248001062914" /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Gray's first snowball to the face. </div><div> Give him time and he will be pegging us all. </div><div>That kid has already got an arm. You</div><div> should see how he can chunk an orange. </div></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR3Z1YWsxpTYUT94vj6di4afBgfXBhq4edpWTjYHv2mDi8qgJXYegw1ozH-z9oJ0_y6_bPPwW19w9VpmnGAaasyZ1qs640-XjafaDNmDfqkfZ8GHpVI-9lLqm2N1cRiltRCH44knuh_YB4/s320/IMG_3353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425688860517289682" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Andie got to cook us pizza one night for dinner. </div><div>We went to the place called Pizza Carlo where</div><div> they have something called Kids in the Kitchen. </div><div>They let the kids tour the kitchen and see how pizza </div><div>is made and then they get to make a pizza for the family. </div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg19v9hyln41jIgA6UU5M9xX8gajN80scC1Ae4Uo6DPIHldtPUlQGJfUiyYswQaE9vycG6iyrMqXX4iNMZMKX4Gk9Qj9eq8BKirxSU2GAtqY9FksOSrh9G5HJJjvbs9m6edAr4WukzW0PJ/s320/IMG_3381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425689667530083266" /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>She loved it. All night she kept asking, </div><div>"How do you like my pizza?" </div></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjid1kM4RWW4iSj_IxOCNSeIdoizg1oqx3sZ73NQalnvnsRnfQOaCwrJ1JSscFpCvXyzkHQoRFz1uQDqhL_w1VG8fArZq5wc3fZbzsIMWqvPWJqXdriMnXfGm0PvDMLnBCH_XEELJcgXr6T/s320/IMG_3403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425689671420623538" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Look how giddy this girl is, she's getting fitted</div><div> for her skis and ski boots. I love it!!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQRnm4_9z3aU9br5DukrNRteHH3hHo_2WuB8DO6mg8P36iEzgc_TplCojDmtUqITB_uHpcAJhxzl0Mx9posmti1oVVorJc-2vdmoqjfOI7L_q7_xT_xHrk7jRRo1KS1Or97JjtXoiQyylh/s1600-h/IMG_3363.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQRnm4_9z3aU9br5DukrNRteHH3hHo_2WuB8DO6mg8P36iEzgc_TplCojDmtUqITB_uHpcAJhxzl0Mx9posmti1oVVorJc-2vdmoqjfOI7L_q7_xT_xHrk7jRRo1KS1Or97JjtXoiQyylh/s320/IMG_3363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425688867083562450" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>We had a great trip. Stephen and I have been talking about the trip and how things have come full circle for him. We went skiing at Copper Mountain many things have happened there at good ol' Copper. Stephen grew up going to Copper Mountain with his family and has many wonderful memories from all of his trips. We got engaged there Dec 16th 2000 and now we are taking our kids there to ski. How fun is that?! </div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-86909677698099009632010-01-01T21:51:00.009-06:002010-01-01T22:42:04.302-06:00Round 3...Yes, Christmas was done in<b> </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b>3 rounds</b></span> this year, Christmas at home, Christmas with Zarro's and then Christmas with the Thomas'. My kids were <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b>loving it</b></span>. Andie LOVES spending time with her cousins. It's so cute how she gets so excited at the just the mention of seeing one of them. Now, Gray was not feeling his best. Even though the poor kid had hand foot and mouth he still was a trooper. What the heck is that virus anyway? Here are a few photos of Christmas with the Thomas'. Another <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">great</span></b> celebration!<div><br /><div>Just before the unwrapping began. Notice you can see the floor. </div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1gQx89-_Zrt-lHHb4H2KtIq_X4LV5RqadVhCvYxYf9vqGgA0crKyg406tQJzoSBfA44-MvYZMNNQxT8UGx7JlNWAe2_RVyAwf21nHW88CN2NylZXsgUmje5cQ8toG-JA6PjRGicAwLt_a/s320/IMG_3128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421987471149294226" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Grammy and Andie with matching aprons. Grammy's said, Grammy and Andie's said Grammy's helper. So cute! </div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_05yg97qrA9WDfzQtorMqSh8kbr94Hu_JzQv9qO7FkDqpJRyjx4V4zzkV9hUyQ6s7Khz0tmnjgJzapjqFfWn2eHCHdLOfOqkmPOLRfndsPi3c-Uvo2upuz0aXAlQ9r0R8wMI5bSEAhKXq/s320/IMG_3138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421995244929466466" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Uncle Stephen searching for something on the internet with both Wesley and William snuggled up next to him. It was so cute to see them so interested in what he was doing. </div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguhznUwlvXjZZvQf6e0GBmaTwjZkSog-iqN4Zmd9ATZ_cdvDhggCqurcL_6pI2den0KySEIhPOyEjPPtsuBpqi8PlqPskTMsIWyKVMuKidFdNBqumAVnWzgeNzGVLUGDhzHQ8ocqJV3Tmz/s320/IMG_3143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421987480833714226" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Andie got a <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">telescope</span></b> from Grammy and Granddad. She had been asking for one for quite some time. That was defiantly the <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">highlight of her day</span></b>. However, have you ever tried to teach a kid to look through a telescope? It's not that easy. Once she got it down though she was so excited. </div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheCUVAWBjl_U1doivaTE2ngIF17G3k4M2GNHFFBGGUyox0l9sIWWkz2EgbvMw6iV_VpKHC4YWK5zqxWWrJmyD8iC0ZtpJVX4gB4s5bYtbzKwk_prSTtBo0M3YaJq7YKQAIrPJ5MSI8bHLm/s320/IMG_3164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421993170227017490" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Gray got himself a nice set of <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">golf clubs</span></b> which he was also very excited about. I do have to keep an eye on him with those suckers because he has been known to use them as a <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">weapon.</span></b> In fact today, Stephen was sleeping on the couch and got clunked in the head with one of those things. I have to admit it's sort of funny though. </div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgapfNtRoKLjSxH_8wlg_S4tbJqPeis2waQIO0cuEOyU17rLGukxxSZATN5HeC9mZTLBrclrKSk-wW9BRfdx5VWSBHgVwV2Iw0YRrl_wpUNIhBf9mOlKUs89226HGCEJDUEjO7fA2jawQeo/s320/IMG_3172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421994739653065794" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-tjTeUMBeHcjhtXYF9dZrE24PZkYysBb_zjclkPCi3iGTJdrvSdA8T0c5KbEN75ShQ9GNOWEJv-blmQMi5dDDB6UheCBi40w-uFgVC0p6LugDDl-htTUnAK5MuHSYatEeyUeKFhHVlVe/s320/IMG_3188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421993899268477298" /></div><div><br /></div><div>A completed puzzle by Grammy and Andie. Grammy is definalty Andie's little playmate. </div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEKNVO6T26Mz_9fg78bi84yhMBSRQeOhCpstjVoOtiYZE_Z6yoT3AlzutZKolBIyLW6hSlTf1rWZj4SfAB4cVCJ9sRU3WMWn9zy2QcSxbgQAVWE9pVf96N4HLv1h9tvzAg0GE4fqQVZHGY/s320/IMG_3182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421993917636807314" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-41486347375198991972009-12-31T08:12:00.011-06:002009-12-31T15:31:44.254-06:00Christmas continued...Andie got an American Girl doll from Santa so this is how we go everywhere. <div>Nice!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2wiiHDmiQXNF_bOh6UHgJVXDT8_XTLlx5mAIkWNH-y4RAG-xNR8_NxtDsLrARn77jM7beAQg_ofsgA-sRAIJikzRHgj1lE3PUxImbOlgxN0qlUijJcJ7K4ey_EjY8pfaWCYHDawymHZ5E/s1600-h/IMG_3025.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2wiiHDmiQXNF_bOh6UHgJVXDT8_XTLlx5mAIkWNH-y4RAG-xNR8_NxtDsLrARn77jM7beAQg_ofsgA-sRAIJikzRHgj1lE3PUxImbOlgxN0qlUijJcJ7K4ey_EjY8pfaWCYHDawymHZ5E/s320/IMG_3025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421511321127760946" /></a><br /><br />My nephew Tony checking out his loot. This guy racked in the Academy gift cards. Move over Academy here he comes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWg1LHgIDQRUpdPIedXmujhqYUIY0kFHnqihbvunuSaxu9oUO-D2r06DOS-zcbXPwx0zTmLYTOCu-6GiR3r4hmx9V5IlnMYYqCJj-L6ufphfISj-iGxZUiNT3X-s9miTale2xGLGJz4W4r/s1600-h/IMG_3046.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWg1LHgIDQRUpdPIedXmujhqYUIY0kFHnqihbvunuSaxu9oUO-D2r06DOS-zcbXPwx0zTmLYTOCu-6GiR3r4hmx9V5IlnMYYqCJj-L6ufphfISj-iGxZUiNT3X-s9miTale2xGLGJz4W4r/s320/IMG_3046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421407835967681218" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Parker and his new Texans jersey. He's gonna be so cute in this. </div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq-G0-BJFQE9ozXXjz2XiDN6T3uC5VRppschRsbNoJTcfA9QvoVL6OqGpiAgfQXOHTa5rZAUABZNdGzc4RWi0Sobzjg1do-oyJ0AE738oCCBbXgt6hegdTIg-GGkco_aqLN7VNYmXyCN73/s320/IMG_3049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421407842757860674" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Watch out Taylor Swift this girl will be writing her own music in no time. </div><div>Right, Cassidy?</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl-QNobJKA2Ydc0ThYv3I6WW0NiY4L1_ga3KpJq8jIeI8Z4tZJzQeqnsWx5hVSqhT-wm34_ahxWevfFKcNpM-cayTdd2XoYVMBVazqtYSJVBV7wPbMDMLKPnmIrauIUKSdlLG4KTQHH4YP/s320/IMG_3064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421511325828054818" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Connor and his new nerf gun. I think my brother and sister were having more fun with this thing. </div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil7NfM61aXPn5QtpH0QSgRi4_gdh7Jsg_qQFAePzXURiVIzWjCZU-fFkP1LXV0kODy_JGbFSTXNWnM3mbpwGsk_KXkWIJTlFKVov-yj6AXCyO1ennLM8TAlldDWU9So8cbZUXKJq394yRd/s320/IMG_3063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421407851808949906" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Andie got herself a digital camera. She was taking pictures of everything. When I mean everything I mean it. She was taking pictures of the TV if she saw something she liked on the screen. </div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheojIH5tY5kwZFGiBpFO1ajNftyQizOGseFR6Db1Jzii4-JXesGMJa53cTpmJipNVSeIsOrHkk7DYPfRMrjOkS4DVB-clCLkcU-PoxuQAjsfWsD2wKsYRvEbYx-VyVt25g0G7Us8H475Ct/s320/IMG_3078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421512407204590178" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Gray and his new little car. So cute! He loved getting in and out of this thing. He didn't even want to be pushed just sit. </div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54WxoiXTc-z-AQev9Le38HmTmifu2QbpZbYTqgarY_UdXt9Clr4-FLmgNcWmpLpfajyxt0gEJSO97J-9O4WuFQ94swIgpRPMmlb8qHP1sDI7uAUfbTned3MfES4XMmyx5WdVMpyiCfNwp/s320/IMG_3109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421511805699229586" /></div><div><br /></div><div>My littlest nephew Brennan. He got some new cars. Too cute! He was making motor sounds driving them around. </div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbnsrzXKUN0EMKSEdkWtJE80pM5BS6_1UOrNEepmpXdMXVQTVfVowAvAUiVMqFae9e6OVadWQzL-ap0XJXL_O-rOoj16CJPZ7jUfZ4TuvrED1rOu-eQY3iJ6TR50X-HuJ453XtuFR6xo2/s320/IMG_3075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421511311737230962" /></div><div><br /></div><div>The girls with our new coffee mugs. </div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd9TTjW2XCfsat_DNXWEEsxtp5M32vdp_D1C2kiNvbSTZEJ5EiAOEBVqy4x-NSof3E7D8ta1YNcJO6nlZJTmbaobxFZv0Y80EWXVxWtjTwppKvgFQgz2p0D9iLbFatWTtPLQjkK96Cg17o/s320/IMG_3098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421511797089470962" /><br />Christmas was so much fun and gifts just kept coming for Andie and Gray.</div><div>Now I just have to make room for all the new stuff. </div><div>What are y'all doing with all this new stuff?<br /> <div><br /></div></div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-40440157344919659072009-12-30T13:57:00.006-06:002009-12-30T22:13:38.156-06:00G'day G'day...<div style="text-align: center;">it was a very g'day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is a song Andie has been singing through out the holidays.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The lyrics go something like this...</div><div style="text-align: center;">g'day g'day it was a very g'day </div><div style="text-align: center;">on Christmas morn' </div><div style="text-align: center;">when Christ was born</div><div style="text-align: center;">the Shepards came to say.</div><div style="text-align: center;">g'day g'day</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">How cute is that song? </div><div style="text-align: center;">I mean, it was a very good day!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Some 2000 years ago Christ was born in</div><div style="text-align: center;"> the least desirable conditions, </div><div style="text-align: center;">a stable. Wow! A king born in a </div><div style="text-align: center;">stable. I just get sobby eyed thinking about that.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I mean, the King of Kings Lord of Lords </div><div style="text-align: center;">born in a stable for me and for you!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas</div><div style="text-align: center;"> celebrating the birth of our Savior.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We had a wonderful time with family and friends.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't you just love this time of year?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here are some pictures from Christmas morn'</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXC7uFR-LDAaWFa-HD6O6X1eRZ_sInDIeUFVqfbEEefmCSnHx2-spbi4t_cxj4kppsOdrpsBtg6Qv6JWjHWOrbN_uQELXK_WsskY8xAOQ8AMe_tB5YmgCUEDJX9iuJ6WEsBh53HYnJJ3k5/s320/IMG_2969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421122931347298754" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgynEPCe1JAisy8rArYa8M9O9pCQNFdnWW7TblyehstxnEnte8-WIR19qX0o4MDsMEqqOGrOIM6iT8gFJ3_gAPZXHT2ULUmQffR8dsWDAYKjrq9OeJaheaiohCsNntFZKauBL0ci5qZCnGI/s320/IMG_2982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421123830330803410" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday Jesus! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBMP_jPGlz9kWLng0HjGvA3kVP3tN30cxCbppgfboGgV3g-FX-RYFgiH4f8UafNMrCmY8KvtJSrf6HSmzHspWO601mvssmM3Fvco1-s8v9f3ZIKPkKsp1-iyA41cpZPDqI_Y6c_BesZbSU/s320/IMG_3006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421125092625574418" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">One of my favorite traditions we have started with Gray and Andie</div><div style="text-align: center;">is one that I just think is so fun. On Christmas Eve we bake and decorate a </div><div style="text-align: center;">cake for Jesus' birthday and the best part, they get to eat cake for </div><div style="text-align: center;">breakfast. I mean what kid wouldn't love that. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqhStaV1OcTSjQj6mxjU0RNofY6KnihFjrwcuRXvmxOvOiBpE8WDisEiQbLBsDUw2fsKBE83b8HZQHYeimsjCeBMBs_sbAsQODgm4WhOy3hM6FOaCmXkjJxCvgg_sdwhmhTzKu4zfE7xWS/s320/IMG_3010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421125104383326562" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div> </div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-5749448280091514022009-12-17T13:39:00.005-06:002009-12-17T13:52:53.084-06:00Andie's mini concert<div style="text-align: center;">How funny is this?! Andie decided she needed to practice her songs for her Christmas program the other day. She so graciously invited Gray and I into her room to see a "mini concert." She was very serious about this concert. She wrote out the lyrics to her songs and sang from her song board, as she called it. Gray and I were told to take our seats. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Check out the seat Gray choose. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGSPPXoHLkeXWYFGT9Bik3hPqwCwGRX0XY0RotD-ynNVMh5_OCHW7fwzP1cJsx3r09u_MQ-y85jkXp3IbusqJizzIXJka_kHPU_2Wkmle5bQTlNVs-CvT9enmo7ufMNBr4EBP9Y0OMN5V1/s320/IMG_2789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416294362494027250" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjobKbJHYPIMztsi51E-sQr38V08dugsbosaLB8bniw-Lv6irp405n-RArkoFlwTi-CLsWZzuiqghtadSvkcSeOh994e8VfdQZKYP54zR-6c9M5E7sNYfrc2_WTna8X5cQhvvHgFnmnH-TW/s320/IMG_2781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416292634261043762" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkWloNAvgsw_CFJmrVyCVWahfF3oyp1dTcQhu3Qb1D5rLRXaVMV2CW2cKfIzRx9lK7KGy0RSs5Tn2dEfhzRZVnslOtcpa6e5vIB6iUbCHiFywKfLjjnVDsGBYZkwXvw88OGWIyQ5iUHH0y/s320/IMG_2791.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416292644469440130" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her mini concert was wonderful! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Pictures from the her school program will be up soon. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Thursday! </div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-26728654733335315892009-12-13T23:36:00.008-06:002009-12-14T08:23:35.246-06:00Breakfast with Santa<div style="text-align: center;">We had such a fun time on Saturday morning eating breakfast with Santa. It was at the gym that we go to. I was a little skeptical of what a basketball court would look like all decorated for this event but, I have to say they did an amazing job. Andie and Gray had a wonderful time. They had lots of things to for the kids to do. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We ate breakfast of course.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEEPBt4zSjzCuK7CesWHuVoJofI2wlWEijHMbeV2Dq4sPiTzb-4cNkEs8wWy4UPlvFk1SNZZ5RaBUISZzzuJ0mU6gntRAw-OiKY11E1WngQ3khBsFJVu58_jdCx0b9E2H3ER6xGtRtH08v/s1600-h/IMG_2642.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEEPBt4zSjzCuK7CesWHuVoJofI2wlWEijHMbeV2Dq4sPiTzb-4cNkEs8wWy4UPlvFk1SNZZ5RaBUISZzzuJ0mU6gntRAw-OiKY11E1WngQ3khBsFJVu58_jdCx0b9E2H3ER6xGtRtH08v/s320/IMG_2642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414963046114248866" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Andie decorated a cookie. I thought Gray would </div><div style="text-align: center;">not want anything to do with that, boy was I wrong.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiWwbfmz5MenrkSP8AD_d0gO4IyX9j7ykm6BJamEs5KLSt7wyei0E_8TChjnGJ4E0PQZXKaSCaqicC3T6HDc7PwIn7ZwxO9Jd-JPgL2wbgHRARSEDoeqX3hJ9mZBPMKjGod1aDt59LwRbK/s320/IMG_2645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414963053267955874" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We took a carriage ride.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQLKwjFfSUQkPF-yl6u_u_T48tEtSZD-x8IMYszDgYmpdIFL80SfwzZDV58ocOJVmWVb3pqOEb4xLszBJbMvPL0fchUF1SekVsvI2fnvUpXB4O10ON8x_Tt5XzMmk0GtqNoubw-vToYzRa/s320/IMG_2656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414963854047105058" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gray did a little dancing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEEPBt4zSjzCuK7CesWHuVoJofI2wlWEijHMbeV2Dq4sPiTzb-4cNkEs8wWy4UPlvFk1SNZZ5RaBUISZzzuJ0mU6gntRAw-OiKY11E1WngQ3khBsFJVu58_jdCx0b9E2H3ER6xGtRtH08v/s1600-h/IMG_2642.JPG"></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyE6RPpq8rM_9CNCMjBqbwTiD7wAs6TkNAASd_FOdycK98yjJPnmXn8QeNC-QQwCUYPIOdpFJKA7wSzgCucHQgBYPxOnPXpYwfY33_RVnKxDdXfJ6RHvZIAX7FI-nRG7zLkz5Taauaogcf/s320/IMG_2670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414963859585472866" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is when I discovered he too wanted a to </div><div style="text-align: center;">decorate a cookie. He literaly was screaming and fighting </div><div style="text-align: center;">Andie over her cookie and we know she was not </div><div style="text-align: center;">going to give that up. So we went over and decorated a cookie for Gray.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHlJ7nMRc_ywJQ0j3FO7CVCYSb1eIUHO6mxN-vzXC9cqqJgUQmROC3UPmKyL-10LMKRU3c0M7qJFiWLAtnUZDaewRBEoFVY7pFTGlYYebmm2pTzSKbKpJuAsQMrWv96NR9Z52JZi7W5gJL/s320/IMG_2682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414963866297948626" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He was very proud of his snowman cookie.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPlG4EpqeqtM69F4z1GHXCgvk_hxEQHSYrFa0sec24R6XY2lnO2mOjOF_KCarpC2qMfRfF0iFcnWkxTeoJ56HEvlXd3OxxZccFu_KzFmXcFSHJjNTTvqWGMfz2sPIFYhhPXCoDZwnDAwlK/s1600-h/IMG_2687.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPlG4EpqeqtM69F4z1GHXCgvk_hxEQHSYrFa0sec24R6XY2lnO2mOjOF_KCarpC2qMfRfF0iFcnWkxTeoJ56HEvlXd3OxxZccFu_KzFmXcFSHJjNTTvqWGMfz2sPIFYhhPXCoDZwnDAwlK/s1600-h/IMG_2687.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPlG4EpqeqtM69F4z1GHXCgvk_hxEQHSYrFa0sec24R6XY2lnO2mOjOF_KCarpC2qMfRfF0iFcnWkxTeoJ56HEvlXd3OxxZccFu_KzFmXcFSHJjNTTvqWGMfz2sPIFYhhPXCoDZwnDAwlK/s320/IMG_2687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414963038524125650" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; ">I was so proud of Andie she went right up and </div><div style="text-align: center; ">sat on Santa's lap. Gray on the other hand </div><div style="text-align: center; ">was not so sure of this bearded man so, this year, momma </div><div style="text-align: center; ">will be in the santa picture.</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjarISfgDYyRHEXTlv-A46B52UK2iUMyDbKX_fhkPLEb3iryTnXBCxqT58o5vc8WYcMiO2ZNG_6FJnOwga-IXMLASJNV07VziFsSxiF8fhH9biQn-ujs_47Oyxj2gkY7eWmxr_Q1gpAInAu/s320/IMG_2697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414964803273807330" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-6518866876633553232009-12-12T23:53:00.003-06:002009-12-12T23:56:05.833-06:00Feeling FestiveOkay so my blog is looking very festive. I just wish I had time to actually post some pictures. I can't seem to get caught up. Anyone else feeling that there is just not enough time? I am planning on posting some pictures of our Breakfast with Santa expierence from this morning so check back soon to see those.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597752072715770528.post-858593744956999522009-11-06T07:28:00.010-06:002009-11-06T08:03:07.428-06:00"Thankful Jar"<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">If you know me, you know that I LOVE LOVE reading blogs. I totally love seeing how creative people can be. It just amazes me! I too love to do creative things but I more of a "creative copier". Ha! I came across this little jar idea that I just loved. I saw it </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><a href="http://www.sugardoodle.net/mambo/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=5177"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">here</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">. I just thought it would be something fun to do with Andie and Gray (when he's older) just as a reminder to be thankful for more things than just our house, toys, family. Yes, were are so thankful that God has provided us the means to have a beautiful home and fun toys, and of course an amazing family but what about the fact that we can hear so let's enjoy some music. Or what about or legs and our eyes. I just love that it reminds us to be thankful for EVERYTHING!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It was so simple to make. I found a little glass jar at Michesl's for $3.99 and some Thanksgiving scrapbooking stickers to decorate the outside of the jar. I grabbed some orange and brown ribbon to tie around the top of the jar. The ribbon was 2/$5.00 and some fall leaves to hot glue on the top of the jar. I took all the little thankful coupons </span><a href="http://downloads.sugardoodle.net/Thanksgiving%20Thankful%20Countdown.pdf"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">h</span></span></a><a href="http://downloads.sugardoodle.net/Thanksgiving%20Thankful%20Countdown.pdf"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">ere</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> cut them out and stuck them inside. That simple! The whole project costs mayb2 $12. Here is what mine looks like.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIa65J-CNpJIhM8PHd2dQCuzzJBtgP56jNWZlh8_rNpLbQ00Ic6KAIrXIy3jAOx3XDBsAdiIrJcvWCE8RuzTL7RE_V60I7J-gKISgFOHVfZi9isr76Npb0-tDv-zYIo0XtYf-RTdMlclQx/s320/IMG_2322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400986218654989490" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">For the fullness of His grace we have all </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">received one blessing after another. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> John 1:16</span></div><div><br /></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15768316586323959424noreply@blogger.com2