tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783446850657612942024-03-05T02:07:37.347-08:00Rice and ShineJessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.comBlogger154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-71044484985758019592011-09-16T13:38:00.000-07:002011-09-16T13:38:55.681-07:00Shark GirlFinally Andi lost a tooth. She was a late bloomer I guess. She has been waiting and waiting and waiting to finally get a loose tooth and "all" of her friends have already lost teeth. In fact, she even grew her adult teeth in about 3 months ago. She looks like a shark! See:<br />
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She is so proud. The tooth fairy came for a visit that night even though there was no tooth. Here's the story...One night Andi asked Cory if he could pull it out. I don't think she really even knew what that entailed. She just liked the attention, I think. So Cory got the floss and wrapped it around and just yanked it. And out it flew! It flew behind Cory, hit the wall and disappeared. Really! We looked everywhere for it and couldn't find it. So she wrote a note to the tooth fairy and stuck it under her pillow. Luckily the tooth fairy remembered and brought $2 because that's what was in the tooth fairy's wallet. <br />
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Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-45996617001986321172011-09-08T12:57:00.000-07:002011-09-08T12:57:45.758-07:00Spencer's 1st Day of Pre-K<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOVxHtBeel9D1FyGsB3YLDdbu4q1fswsbes32FY1h7zhN2HrNwSHnpKxX8u0tCNPlD1lOWKybVKd9rkEAEDgN0BtXQF3qJKpwcUTTrS0RBBj6nNo1mr7bP0EgLcNa9EklCLcr-uB-kIdRb/s1600/SpencerpreKcollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOVxHtBeel9D1FyGsB3YLDdbu4q1fswsbes32FY1h7zhN2HrNwSHnpKxX8u0tCNPlD1lOWKybVKd9rkEAEDgN0BtXQF3qJKpwcUTTrS0RBBj6nNo1mr7bP0EgLcNa9EklCLcr-uB-kIdRb/s400/SpencerpreKcollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Isn't it funny how fast they grow up. Here's the big boy on his first day of Pre-K. And isn't it funny how the norm (in Roseville anyway) is 2 years of preschool! Didn't there used to be a time when preschool at all was optional? I'm a victim of the whole "high expectations in preschool" way of thinking. There is a new teacher this year and at the meet and greet she kept talking about art, then play time, then art, then snacks, then art... So I raised my hand and asked her if she was going to talk about the abc's or numbers at all. She said a snide remark to her colleague and then said "yes, they'll know they're numbers 1-10 by the end of the year." Wow...I was speechless. They all learned that the first few months LAST year! Needless to say, we sent over the very intimidating kindergarten teacher (Ms. Jordan) to introduce herself and help her know that a lot is expected out of the kids before they even start kindergarten. We'll see how it goes. <br />
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This big guy is really starting to be a lot of fun. Not that he wasn't before but you know how they grow up and their personalities are more apparent. Well, he's definitely a boy. He's an outside boy who NEEDS to run around and move his little body. He's turning into a big helper for me, too. Just today I asked him if he could please play with Trevor while I do the dishes. He put him in our puppet bin and pushed him around the house. Trevor was cracking up! And Spencer was having a great time. Those 2 will have a blast together when they're older. Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-56358133922105633322011-09-01T00:30:00.000-07:002011-09-01T00:30:54.153-07:00We had such a nice evening<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> Last night was beautiful. It cooled down to a very manageable temperature. In fact, it was close to perfect. One of those nights where the air just feels so good on your skin. After dinner we had nothing going on so we went outside. I took our huge watermelon outside and onto the grass. I took our really long knife and I cut it into triangles. I usually cut it into bite size chunks so we avoid the sticky sweet mess, but I went full guns. Hey- live a little! The kids ate it like candy while they played. They ate that whole thing! Juice was dripping everywhere. And I wasn't bothered by it one bit. It was just so wonderful outside that I was in a great mood. Well, great mood because everyone was happy and getting along and acting the way siblings are supposed to act (in my dreams, anyway). Now, this is what I want to bottle up and keep forever...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<br />Andi has Mrs. Goulding who is very tall. The top of Andi's head probably only comes up to to the top of her thigh. That sounds weird. To say thigh. Well, she does! Andi was so nervous walking to school. She kept saying, "My tummy hurts" but I think it was butterflies. That is so sweet. I can remember being nervous the first day of each year! It's a big deal. Then of course she forgot her lunch but luckily I caught it right after I dropped her off in her class so I was able to run home (well, I mean pushing the 3 little kids in a stroller in 85 degree heat, so I wasn't really running) and bring it right back. Hmm, interesting way to start the school year...
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<br />Ainslee began 3rd grade and has 2 teachers who team teach. Mrs. Lederer and Mrs. Holmstrom are veterans of the school. One thing I have to say about the teachers at this school is that they are all good looking. I mean, really they are! They all dress straight out of a magazine. It's kinda funny- there are not a lot of jeans amongst the teachers. So you can imagine how I feel when I go volunteer in the classrooms. Ainslee just loves school and does really well. Her STAR testing (CA Assessment) from the spring was mailed home a couple of weeks ago. I couldn't be more proud. She scored 450 out of 600 in English and 565 our of 600 in Math. She is considered "Advanced" in both. Wow. I actually have a kid that is smart in Math?!?! I hope she keeps that up!
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<br />And here is our Ashley who is starting 4th grade. She is on the upper grade playground now! She didn't seem nervous walking to school but she wouldn't leave my side until the bell rang. I don't blame her. I'm cool! I can fit 3 kids in a sit and stand stoller. Who wouldn't want to be near me... She's got a man teacher again this year- Mr. Henshke. That makes 3 in a row. I'm hoping this teacher will be really strick with the bully in the class "Naughty McKenzie." Ooh, she's rotten. In fact, when Ashley found out she'd be in the same clas again (3 years in a row). She cried. And not the weeping and wailing I-need-attention cry. It was a heartfelt tears rolling down the cheeks cry. I felt so bad. We're crossing our fingers on that whole situation. The good thing about "Naughty McKenzie" is she is just rotten with everyone- not just Ashley. Her STAR report came back awesome as well. She scored 488 our of 600 in English and 550 out of 600 in Math. Another Advanced title. I can take no credit for Ashley and Ainslee's smarts. That would all be because of Cory. He's the smart one. I'm the good looking one. Just kidding. He's good looking too. Yes!!! I am so lucky to be the mother of smart kids! Should I have them tutor ME in math?
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<br />It's funny have 3 little ones at home all day now. It kinda feels like I'm starting over again. Like when only had Ashley, Ainslee, and Andi. I keep thinking that I'm going to have some time during the day to catch up on projects and hobbies. Nope- I can tell that's not going to happen. But that's okay. I'd much rather be with my kids now than do projects. Even if I'm grumpy about it sometimes. </div></div>
<br />Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-36832738034044135882011-05-02T15:08:00.001-07:002011-05-02T15:16:06.910-07:00Mr. Last GuyTrevor has a new trick. Is it crawling? No- he's been doing that for about 6 weeks now. Is it sleeping through the night? No- he's been doing that since he was 2 months old. Is it arching his back when he doesn't want his sisters to hold him? No- he's been doing that since December. So what is this new thing? It's pulling himself to standing on everything! His favorite is the dishwasher because he likes to pull everything out! 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What a surprise to come back in the room and see this mess!</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlF1kNRpLe0FT4_CMlSjVdiydVhZsx_UgwbOjItNgrUuwkJVhrvWDV5LEnOfQ939G8wYbC1lktgoH3D-e0tVtGsGyAsG-xTGvcoS-Le-ypABz4Fq2Y-u-fZ1m5iRJBkRtgt_E0G69oLW7O/s1600/IMG_4426.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602244392788083074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlF1kNRpLe0FT4_CMlSjVdiydVhZsx_UgwbOjItNgrUuwkJVhrvWDV5LEnOfQ939G8wYbC1lktgoH3D-e0tVtGsGyAsG-xTGvcoS-Le-ypABz4Fq2Y-u-fZ1m5iRJBkRtgt_E0G69oLW7O/s400/IMG_4426.JPG" /></a><br /></div>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-54503375591029218732011-04-25T09:24:00.001-07:002011-04-25T10:27:42.155-07:00EasterYes, we are alive. And contrary to popular belief, having six kids will not kill you. Sometimes you may feel as though you are slipping into oblivion; it's actually just the noise level giving you a headache.<br /><br />So how appropriate to start posting with a big event like Easter. We had a nice low key one this year. My brother, sister-in-law, and their 2 kids came from San Fransisco for a visit on Saturday. We did the Easter thing then (which was kinda nice). I made the traditional dinner: ham, funeral potatoes, carrorts, rolls, spinach salad, lemonade, toffee chocolate poke cake, and key lime pie. And you would be surprised with what I made. I don't come across as very domestic- oh, but I am. From scratch I made the rolls, the lemonade, the poppy seed dressing, and I candied the nuts for the salad. And it was good.<br /><br />The egg hunt was spectacular! 65 eggs were hidden in our backyard which made for a very quick hunt. I think the kids were in a candy coma as we openend the eggs.<br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz5F7moxzk7HfGaWTbMQyVqgGzBRwINLMedJqQczE95v5V8b2V2mk-sAcKMYwH7brFyPFLilEkVGfi0dC7Eg-timIHcRjQYCCfMcEAS9ExieeUNJ5CGkD5LuIngTOXrndWvcLBIqYplUmA/s1600/IMG_4379.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599558630120854946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz5F7moxzk7HfGaWTbMQyVqgGzBRwINLMedJqQczE95v5V8b2V2mk-sAcKMYwH7brFyPFLilEkVGfi0dC7Eg-timIHcRjQYCCfMcEAS9ExieeUNJ5CGkD5LuIngTOXrndWvcLBIqYplUmA/s400/IMG_4379.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Here are all the kids, my 6 and my bro's 2 (Magnus and Leif are the bottom right hand corner). </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwarF6f4mAR6JA7TRUlu3-6JH9-yxiVKK32l7lbCRsrlDkxegqWJLduPJoCTegQlYau1PGNYyO8SYaAP0oIiRhp4ZRBfWM60AVFuIs1zM4WYoq4UQMcxBvxY7tjbzFYBFuxS5C_t7fLWl5/s1600/IMG_4382.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599558645375281362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwarF6f4mAR6JA7TRUlu3-6JH9-yxiVKK32l7lbCRsrlDkxegqWJLduPJoCTegQlYau1PGNYyO8SYaAP0oIiRhp4ZRBfWM60AVFuIs1zM4WYoq4UQMcxBvxY7tjbzFYBFuxS5C_t7fLWl5/s400/IMG_4382.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Unbelievably, the sugar gets into their systems almost spontaneously. Just look at Spencer as proof...</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz0gYZ8SOEmwuSckaG7mzKZX0eKKkh9izXOnsbpQkVl8nwG-hpIQ51m28xUF10rKXNp9BWEn7vBsC_q7JfbkP3lXrH8LFnsYoQebYR9vN_DNPXj6A8os0TeGN1LTP-E6YaN0CecjtTjMFc/s1600/IMG_4393.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599559115060556466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz0gYZ8SOEmwuSckaG7mzKZX0eKKkh9izXOnsbpQkVl8nwG-hpIQ51m28xUF10rKXNp9BWEn7vBsC_q7JfbkP3lXrH8LFnsYoQebYR9vN_DNPXj6A8os0TeGN1LTP-E6YaN0CecjtTjMFc/s400/IMG_4393.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This little guy needs more camera time. He is a big and very hefty 8 1/2 month old. Oh and he's so good. Can you believe how blonde he is?! The sun is shining on it a little bit but he is definitey tow-headed. I need to take a picture of my darkest, Andi and my lightest, Trevor. It's kinda weird. </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicpNQLvjqhncO_gvlt1bASeE8ZmKYkgwI1Z7nTbJJm9uDwfODxCe-wx-eZ7mLuQ0mxyJ-BLnOvKTQLxg0IiugvTj-_ResQ7mOkKCh4nz-EMpd5zZ84Fbi39gbVumEpFZmbjXWq7bCV2dpH/s1600/IMG_4380.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu2rJynn_6ZaYW5BFP5XU3uzFF6Gf9QGbgURUQqRE4eGc_GEOsRaRrQVj9EbdFDJF5MHCu1yhArBHNhZu-w2O5FYGVy8Y9wlDB5IFHETu9GuMFc_EYwcgenEa2pBpoCyxcTRYg9402fOst/s1600/IMG_4391.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599559103010375330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu2rJynn_6ZaYW5BFP5XU3uzFF6Gf9QGbgURUQqRE4eGc_GEOsRaRrQVj9EbdFDJF5MHCu1yhArBHNhZu-w2O5FYGVy8Y9wlDB5IFHETu9GuMFc_EYwcgenEa2pBpoCyxcTRYg9402fOst/s400/IMG_4391.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here's Steve's oldest boy, Magnus. He and my Avery are just a few days apart. He's a cute kid and looks just like his dad. I think the candy coma had hit him at this point. He's just so chill.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgARHRRxY3Fm1PE79tKuOEtnR5P0FegHwqw-7210Tunv5srSa1VFI0utUHxOzDiNrZZcerVmzmwHr9D1YkkMYbd8PxeBrq34ZHTKeShbyFeSNBDJR7tl6yzV2ZbE6RhxaONRz3P5tjVrOm0/s1600/IMG_4395.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599559121966061874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgARHRRxY3Fm1PE79tKuOEtnR5P0FegHwqw-7210Tunv5srSa1VFI0utUHxOzDiNrZZcerVmzmwHr9D1YkkMYbd8PxeBrq34ZHTKeShbyFeSNBDJR7tl6yzV2ZbE6RhxaONRz3P5tjVrOm0/s400/IMG_4395.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>We have chuch from 1-4 this year. Bummer for Easter dinner but great for Easter breakfast. We made our tradional Bunny Pancakes and the kids helped decorate them. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>This is Spencer, 4, and Avery, 2. It's nice to see Avery actually sitting in front of her food although I think this was only for a few seconds. She does not sit. Ever. And Spencer is not poking his pancake which is good. He's got this nasty little habit a poking (or, err, hitting) everything in sight. </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2VqYML5XfJ0lAxIdgsB8cfknBFxZnpkIRh7RxwF3IRes4tvl6U43K5b5eudD_335y_1WXiXecAyuoCSulx85mTrPZs-qrMQVBza3u59vXUzYvvSp8H5FbhMADHmX3sJPv27FHa1qc87_1/s1600/IMG_4396.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599559525518399250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2VqYML5XfJ0lAxIdgsB8cfknBFxZnpkIRh7RxwF3IRes4tvl6U43K5b5eudD_335y_1WXiXecAyuoCSulx85mTrPZs-qrMQVBza3u59vXUzYvvSp8H5FbhMADHmX3sJPv27FHa1qc87_1/s400/IMG_4396.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here is Andi, 5. I'm surprised she's just sitting still. Most of the day she's bustin' a move. That's different than dancing. She doesn't dance- she hip hops. But she's never taken a class. Her body just naturally kinda does that stuff. </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpMyBIwAUItisr4BbGL57Xooa8nCwf2-fvTxwW6o_Dg9tDLfx6v1XbQPOSMPVJEg0oYIbQJ9cKxGMOqAceyYfxZBhilcygVIPp4W-IEGoSq7C5tj_9aNiU75_AwHCKCFqqUrEYvm9vnWQm/s1600/IMG_4398.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599559532528814050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpMyBIwAUItisr4BbGL57Xooa8nCwf2-fvTxwW6o_Dg9tDLfx6v1XbQPOSMPVJEg0oYIbQJ9cKxGMOqAceyYfxZBhilcygVIPp4W-IEGoSq7C5tj_9aNiU75_AwHCKCFqqUrEYvm9vnWQm/s400/IMG_4398.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here's our Ashley, 9. I'm surprised she didn't write a full length book about this bunny pancake. She is very into using her imagination and creativity. And perfection. </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1c1YYyjiEA2kosqFebg-Gq9sSUI9-hnAFe_rZi38grWBbR88Ho6BDJ_uChCnVfnnedm7l3XvyMKNlixpYT-ryAEt1Rc75ZOaFYLh1qyNnDmbR3c_R2XQuliqKHf1n_HdCwlKWWATq1Iww/s1600/IMG_4399.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599559538206683106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1c1YYyjiEA2kosqFebg-Gq9sSUI9-hnAFe_rZi38grWBbR88Ho6BDJ_uChCnVfnnedm7l3XvyMKNlixpYT-ryAEt1Rc75ZOaFYLh1qyNnDmbR3c_R2XQuliqKHf1n_HdCwlKWWATq1Iww/s400/IMG_4399.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Ainslee, 8, is a great singer. It's funny how from an early age you can see what they are all good at. We have a Singing Wii game and she blows all of us out of the water. Cory and I will try (pridefully) and she gets much higher scores than us. We cannot figure out how she does it! She is just that good.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TRnw5XuLBtrKuXZTimpKG8fBv1nSSF3OC9T56gKuC_W_VAFjYgZer2fQ6c6ctFq5ZutL_BgvlQTzBQy8CQUvYGoLKuUeVxoSYtG_QCgmrSp2gOlKq0ibsurU_e8tM-XqGJ6Zlw0EWA2X/s1600/IMG_4397.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599559520252858578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TRnw5XuLBtrKuXZTimpKG8fBv1nSSF3OC9T56gKuC_W_VAFjYgZer2fQ6c6ctFq5ZutL_BgvlQTzBQy8CQUvYGoLKuUeVxoSYtG_QCgmrSp2gOlKq0ibsurU_e8tM-XqGJ6Zlw0EWA2X/s400/IMG_4397.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Geez, my camera stinks. It couldn't be that Avery steals it and when I find it somewhere it will have a whole new set of fingerprints on top of the old ones. Bummer. This is the "Hurry up and smile cause we gotta get in the car or we'll be late for church and daddy thinks taking pictures is dumb but mom yells and says that it is important for posterity so everyone needs to just deal with it" picture. I think it turned out pretty good.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8efKhjKfBABVuP0wdfELkeV9vogACb0c7e2V5dIeHXatCTcaqsZO1AmGBzlctWXIT8KMD32Qm3P8zoB3Es0b1EQl7erVSkL8pa93qvol7huCSJhAzxg5ASoevRQGF8ndft2GhPmnXr8qw/s1600/IMG_4403.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599559544497871410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8efKhjKfBABVuP0wdfELkeV9vogACb0c7e2V5dIeHXatCTcaqsZO1AmGBzlctWXIT8KMD32Qm3P8zoB3Es0b1EQl7erVSkL8pa93qvol7huCSJhAzxg5ASoevRQGF8ndft2GhPmnXr8qw/s400/IMG_4403.JPG" /></a><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-74285482190441264772010-11-09T19:43:00.000-08:002010-11-12T13:11:15.348-08:00Halloween HappeningsDidn't it stink having Halloween on a Sunday this year? Luckily for Cory and I, the kids had just as much fun handing out candy in their costumes than Trick-Or-Treating. Of course we had the ward Trunk-Or-Treat 2 days before so that cured their candy craving. It's so funny to hear what the kids want to be for Halloween. We have a big bin of costumes that we've been collectin over the years. So pretty much everyone except Ashley and Spencer has a costume each year. We do give them a choice to be something else- but they always choose from the bin. Hey- it works for us!<br /><br />Ashley decided to be a witch this year. Here's her best witchy face.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUKf0j_oDE0NHrs1Fd-vvCrRNxKeP4k1lU_fcXSlwv0_THUhlnCHkdvsOfvg8NdaOwIUCzy5sL6vlWkRx6hMWO23ZaSe8nA6G3aGDgVMzWDNdb2jErHOuZSnqXHWjgY_U-FRPrHukpp2T_/s1600/IMG_3435.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537763613658601298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUKf0j_oDE0NHrs1Fd-vvCrRNxKeP4k1lU_fcXSlwv0_THUhlnCHkdvsOfvg8NdaOwIUCzy5sL6vlWkRx6hMWO23ZaSe8nA6G3aGDgVMzWDNdb2jErHOuZSnqXHWjgY_U-FRPrHukpp2T_/s400/IMG_3435.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Ainslee wanted to be SuperGirl this year. I think it's just because she could wear red lipstick.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq-NMntcwdmTxEtVbb82tj5kzkYr68TvMdUXDz1zLX6fWk2KhmA-hqvyMf1N8FH9nFrzIBAWwbPv9BTmYVFtrqlb-GHIPGHofdNGQTFob2SADPjR-1C_Vm2vVU66jWVZ7XK714bWbQz9Ic/s1600/IMG_3437.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537763605128117058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq-NMntcwdmTxEtVbb82tj5kzkYr68TvMdUXDz1zLX6fWk2KhmA-hqvyMf1N8FH9nFrzIBAWwbPv9BTmYVFtrqlb-GHIPGHofdNGQTFob2SADPjR-1C_Vm2vVU66jWVZ7XK714bWbQz9Ic/s400/IMG_3437.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Andi was a queen. For years she's been waiting to be the queen and it was finally her chance.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTe6SolLN-Uk-9ixFRD13bC33a4xgMYqx91bEF0HJD6V_YnmP8JT3vqTjVkkPBpMJa42lTPgbQpFbrmGXUaCdD4mAGHME2_lRNdIOSpb-cYehsqcTv671xIkSEtN-YnMLE7sLD8hEracHT/s1600/IMG_3438.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537763139454369234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTe6SolLN-Uk-9ixFRD13bC33a4xgMYqx91bEF0HJD6V_YnmP8JT3vqTjVkkPBpMJa42lTPgbQpFbrmGXUaCdD4mAGHME2_lRNdIOSpb-cYehsqcTv671xIkSEtN-YnMLE7sLD8hEracHT/s400/IMG_3438.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div>Mr. Spencer was a knight in shining armor. He did wear shoes, I promise. And he had a nice looking helmet- it's just not on. About 5 minutes after we got dressed in costumes, he pounded the sword into the ground and it broke. Seriously? The story of our lives. ANYTHING can be broken. That I know.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUfkmGurrokV4cDdltqD1J9rONqVRpOleOlDq13QpG6zEBrWavhaFh4gv67LxqMif8133eG-kEUw2aBbo1l6uZyGSiIElFZxMPEnyU9isqph_XJ2X5E3SwXEUkGbzfZwWWL7c2VxjU1KbG/s1600/IMG_3441.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537763133841490754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUfkmGurrokV4cDdltqD1J9rONqVRpOleOlDq13QpG6zEBrWavhaFh4gv67LxqMif8133eG-kEUw2aBbo1l6uZyGSiIElFZxMPEnyU9isqph_XJ2X5E3SwXEUkGbzfZwWWL7c2VxjU1KbG/s400/IMG_3441.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Okay. I know you can't tell, but Avery is a blackbird. I saw a cute and easy tutorial on Little Birdie Secrets.com for how to make a little chickadee but Avery has these awesome black biker boots I wanted her to wear. So she became a blackbird. I actually made the costume although it didn't include the sewing machine. And there are feathers on the wings and skirt but you can't see them. So if you ever want to do a blackbird- don't. Go for the chickadee.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA9Ceo0pSlzGEUgnvgzZYpK8qG_Q57ak5VWORx5AcxqMJVyYgd9iIwd9dTYv3VNSckSlLi1l4ZyNcswOyr07W6UuifHiLXgyUpsBvHrue_qjk48cp5TBf0g657a91olT_CflGu7qb89skO/s1600/IMG_3444.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537763121771032242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA9Ceo0pSlzGEUgnvgzZYpK8qG_Q57ak5VWORx5AcxqMJVyYgd9iIwd9dTYv3VNSckSlLi1l4ZyNcswOyr07W6UuifHiLXgyUpsBvHrue_qjk48cp5TBf0g657a91olT_CflGu7qb89skO/s400/IMG_3444.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div>And this little guy was a pirate- duh. Nothing more to say about that except that I could eat him he's so dang cute.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_H_Tx_DR4EIv3h7Kr_gDLJwDVwRdPn0cygMzgv5kiIfGaKeNduy-eOdokgh6Jt40HXKh4HU_mXtIIV6AYJUKWInD9c91ktk4-_iNzqULtYe7xKB4AskBTuaigaAqyTVeb6cs5UlTtOYzE/s1600/IMG_3453.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537763102038142658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_H_Tx_DR4EIv3h7Kr_gDLJwDVwRdPn0cygMzgv5kiIfGaKeNduy-eOdokgh6Jt40HXKh4HU_mXtIIV6AYJUKWInD9c91ktk4-_iNzqULtYe7xKB4AskBTuaigaAqyTVeb6cs5UlTtOYzE/s400/IMG_3453.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div><div><div><div></div><div>The circus:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzUZY5Vl3AzjnWw75P4HX8iUfGFDE9ghODjAjPzzXfGA3CXEuEIJjKcdIm_5NYTo09VyKfdxRxwgmpkPO47SgPcgjJUdwTgPxoe-9De7ne318V-9u6OagRI2aVvDaZmrXC1ZissT4Sf8XB/s1600/IMG_3450.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537763110544596546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzUZY5Vl3AzjnWw75P4HX8iUfGFDE9ghODjAjPzzXfGA3CXEuEIJjKcdIm_5NYTo09VyKfdxRxwgmpkPO47SgPcgjJUdwTgPxoe-9De7ne318V-9u6OagRI2aVvDaZmrXC1ZissT4Sf8XB/s400/IMG_3450.JPG" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div>And there were parties at school. No- not costume parties. Those aren't allowed in our school. DO NOT GET ME STARTED. They're called Harvest Parties so technically the kids are allowed to dress as harvesters (what the?). </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ZDTM8FhSvsPABIh-EmDykEwPJw2dgUOrfF8SuJ9k9cl29_TGsKSA9a1IRVRtDBuQwuFcdK1S2MKwVIyl1uWUA_e_bOWPdTLf8qU3EyRb2c5DqazR76fdCx9DMucyEQzK4KKa0vQ7UfVc/s1600/IMG_3433.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537763621124737842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ZDTM8FhSvsPABIh-EmDykEwPJw2dgUOrfF8SuJ9k9cl29_TGsKSA9a1IRVRtDBuQwuFcdK1S2MKwVIyl1uWUA_e_bOWPdTLf8qU3EyRb2c5DqazR76fdCx9DMucyEQzK4KKa0vQ7UfVc/s400/IMG_3433.JPG" /></a></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPg5QmaEOjpJ8Zc23Isb9tzzi8aLWTnczCZXtJnjCIXUzLZEbSFrtWrcbhU_0MNSjkO2TfHvjaRojU-VT7RCNQkKN0sl72tfr6KNhKwbAv4nLbUQ-Mu4QKe4WHfqtGqPgZdGmReRbzCfkh/s1600/IMG_3428.JPG"></a></div><div>And it was the end of red ribbon week so they could "Reach for your dreams when you don't take drugs" and wear their PJ's to school. Seriously? That is so gross! PeePee smelling jammies? That idea won over costumes? Whatever...</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgpN9axd3dMODkzvZpzdeuSvMPUoy9ygBY2dqTIgKGIPkxcfSJM1TReM3uaHm1uOqkITwSTj7I5RVpg9qFJ-iyL_HdPAFH6X892qrTYzmPHvbbFkWjoarThKhqGWrgSRK2ow2tvy9Ayakp/s1600/IMG_3430.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537763627589044882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgpN9axd3dMODkzvZpzdeuSvMPUoy9ygBY2dqTIgKGIPkxcfSJM1TReM3uaHm1uOqkITwSTj7I5RVpg9qFJ-iyL_HdPAFH6X892qrTYzmPHvbbFkWjoarThKhqGWrgSRK2ow2tvy9Ayakp/s400/IMG_3430.JPG" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPg5QmaEOjpJ8Zc23Isb9tzzi8aLWTnczCZXtJnjCIXUzLZEbSFrtWrcbhU_0MNSjkO2TfHvjaRojU-VT7RCNQkKN0sl72tfr6KNhKwbAv4nLbUQ-Mu4QKe4WHfqtGqPgZdGmReRbzCfkh/s1600/IMG_3428.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537763636324080882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPg5QmaEOjpJ8Zc23Isb9tzzi8aLWTnczCZXtJnjCIXUzLZEbSFrtWrcbhU_0MNSjkO2TfHvjaRojU-VT7RCNQkKN0sl72tfr6KNhKwbAv4nLbUQ-Mu4QKe4WHfqtGqPgZdGmReRbzCfkh/s400/IMG_3428.JPG" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div>And we took the traditional Apple Hill trip. Nothing like breathing fresh air once in a while. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1hi1MOgcRxL7a_5Ec829Pr_XJOyIyBjcIbPZQsz9xCVu-pghXXVDKmzKeyqkXu8BsFIdVPTtdvptIXHfmdKbpnk0PIKB8tbcv9dNnAxtAZw3E3klcPi4-Uqwl_fsx44aMvSSKnvOoSwS/s1600/IMG_3417.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537764034823390162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1hi1MOgcRxL7a_5Ec829Pr_XJOyIyBjcIbPZQsz9xCVu-pghXXVDKmzKeyqkXu8BsFIdVPTtdvptIXHfmdKbpnk0PIKB8tbcv9dNnAxtAZw3E3klcPi4-Uqwl_fsx44aMvSSKnvOoSwS/s400/IMG_3417.JPG" /></a></div><div></div><div><br />And for a surprise, Cory's Grandma came to visit her daughter Karen for a few weeks. Since we only live 5 miles from Karen we go to visit with Grams fora little while. She came over to see our house and kids. That was fun for the kids and it makes a great generational picture (almost).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw2wZZOCesGdSdbLjo5SmP0aXiG5A9V5OEhhdrZJfN5lN76n6ol_-SMVJdPd9YaMo3PxbfFWVlHRdujVw0pkikrv4HnIj6FsM8jStLBLXEjPMIzZ34rA0TKjc61G3P5nrLqo4ZtzaYTpkO/s1600/IMG_3424.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537764040646663378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw2wZZOCesGdSdbLjo5SmP0aXiG5A9V5OEhhdrZJfN5lN76n6ol_-SMVJdPd9YaMo3PxbfFWVlHRdujVw0pkikrv4HnIj6FsM8jStLBLXEjPMIzZ34rA0TKjc61G3P5nrLqo4ZtzaYTpkO/s400/IMG_3424.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-28928968211436406042010-10-12T13:39:00.000-07:002010-10-12T13:57:03.696-07:00She survived another year...That's right- someone in our family just turned...<br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpmZ-mZSICMJdEGH-UqYgeVxuYEZWAEiDadNFZIUrJdRFgYxlrRD9l6d5En7guduPf64c3hwU1GAwJkfQjRh1x99bKKMAU3960u0ZPZ_rpQctC1CXEldHq2KOIIkdR5E7-9ZRpfAkBFrGf/s1600/IMG_3309.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527263584075519042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpmZ-mZSICMJdEGH-UqYgeVxuYEZWAEiDadNFZIUrJdRFgYxlrRD9l6d5En7guduPf64c3hwU1GAwJkfQjRh1x99bKKMAU3960u0ZPZ_rpQctC1CXEldHq2KOIIkdR5E7-9ZRpfAkBFrGf/s400/IMG_3309.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Well, it was actually like 3 weeks ago but hey- I'm in a little late in posting. We had such a nice low key birthday. A homemade cake with my awesome cake decorating skills (as apparent from the picture above).</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyJGoQNPkwBE8tQYpzHlqOEIauX1qADCCy_1F7q9yPnH1EbiZTosg7gjJYf7S7-JsbpLlwvTu5uZRNZEMKcb6bhwyhniZxt4tNDJxRAWLpTnmYEP2obMldoaZt-HePDpz0a3HmVp_rM_R0/s1600/IMG_3318.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527263592433539730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyJGoQNPkwBE8tQYpzHlqOEIauX1qADCCy_1F7q9yPnH1EbiZTosg7gjJYf7S7-JsbpLlwvTu5uZRNZEMKcb6bhwyhniZxt4tNDJxRAWLpTnmYEP2obMldoaZt-HePDpz0a3HmVp_rM_R0/s400/IMG_3318.JPG" /></a></div><div>And an awesome not wrapped trike-bike for her to ride. Excuse her nakedness. In fact I took plenty of pictures but none of them actually had all the kids dressed. Hmm...interesting... </div><div>I just have to write about this little turkey. She:</div><div> </div><div>*loves to copy the girls, even imitating them with her hands on hips</div><div> </div><div>*likes to wrestle with "Bencer." It just recently changed from "Buddy" to "Bencer"</div><div> </div><div>*Will not eat meals. She'd much rather raid the pantry for "tweets." In total desperation she'll climb up to the cough drops and swipe one for a sugar rush. What in the world???</div><div> </div><div>*has such a sense of humor. How does she know how to be so funny already? She definitely takes after Cory in that regard.</div><div> </div><div>*gives the best hugs. She even cups her hands around your neck.</div><div> </div><div>*She likes to kiss my biceps- I mean where a normal person has a bicep. Mine is just extra skin and fat and bone. But that area of your arm she loves to kiss-a. lot.</div><div> </div><div>*She puckers out her lips when you tell her to smile for pictures (as evident in the picture below)!</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFMJvRNAwMPAeo9qylc0Zv4BsgZ-KpShTNHev5Z6wWSk6tsxhDX_zKS_iFAxfohwBlucsnWdeEnYIAWpsiNuhYK_SMw3jteJqCXVw3s2_Yw4qS4yIxStDHCTfbF2dS7I3Ui-6zEYFjXxAz/s1600/IMG_3383.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527263594698571618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFMJvRNAwMPAeo9qylc0Zv4BsgZ-KpShTNHev5Z6wWSk6tsxhDX_zKS_iFAxfohwBlucsnWdeEnYIAWpsiNuhYK_SMw3jteJqCXVw3s2_Yw4qS4yIxStDHCTfbF2dS7I3Ui-6zEYFjXxAz/s400/IMG_3383.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div> </div><div>We just love this girl!!<br /><br /></div><div></div></div>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-55371959332705998502010-10-06T14:50:00.001-07:002010-10-06T14:58:11.577-07:00A continuous dripIn these few days since Cory's been gone I've passed the one can of Cherry Coke a day to this:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilYSNclQHenpwh9alqr-tXe8nozXHjiO9gZwQhyphenhyphenhiBothi6EeaqHr0QJEEBmhH_1neVJArjhKMdE_l17sZauhUWdITJD1dRRJjp1b4wUF-9NwtxSUvHdicwZOFSdwgQx8GBmZP-AZs6bwH/s1600/IV.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525055340942517698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilYSNclQHenpwh9alqr-tXe8nozXHjiO9gZwQhyphenhyphenhiBothi6EeaqHr0QJEEBmhH_1neVJArjhKMdE_l17sZauhUWdITJD1dRRJjp1b4wUF-9NwtxSUvHdicwZOFSdwgQx8GBmZP-AZs6bwH/s400/IV.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBMIZDcswyAvHr1Y1WFDacHurlreJ8FsS4RK8J373w640u39ibZMDwbE-cHWd6poQhaWegMpReN9VUMT7Dhvaxp-Cmvrtlo0srcMWCTIZCEDaFEiIjyqMkO5zL20QDEv5hk-67hXUi56aQ/s1600/cherry+coke.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525055355624559810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBMIZDcswyAvHr1Y1WFDacHurlreJ8FsS4RK8J373w640u39ibZMDwbE-cHWd6poQhaWegMpReN9VUMT7Dhvaxp-Cmvrtlo0srcMWCTIZCEDaFEiIjyqMkO5zL20QDEv5hk-67hXUi56aQ/s400/cherry+coke.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh yeah- a continual IV drip of the stuff. Sweet!Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-11439761126507037362010-10-04T22:47:00.000-07:002010-10-04T22:57:35.384-07:00Anyone want them?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyO3N4Q658rI7LJ3gEGTyc8uVB7R9bmJKrLnu8MTt-8Z1cngEnju2pFWVDBziIQmRbjehWydSIsF5AGzkIRypJJmslo3I7W8bUN46imTLG9wrCyxSOdEnd1kaoHj6TK3wNiECJ7WxHmVTy/s1600/IMG_3349.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524434831174178066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyO3N4Q658rI7LJ3gEGTyc8uVB7R9bmJKrLnu8MTt-8Z1cngEnju2pFWVDBziIQmRbjehWydSIsF5AGzkIRypJJmslo3I7W8bUN46imTLG9wrCyxSOdEnd1kaoHj6TK3wNiECJ7WxHmVTy/s400/IMG_3349.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Argh- these kids! Tonight was one of those nights. Cory is out of town for 5 nights. It's just me... and these kids. Seriously, if I could have hired a nanny I would have done it in a heartbeat!!! Isn't it funny how you could be so in love with your kids one second and literally the next you are so stinkin' mad?!?! How do you describe that emotion to someone? What would you call that emotion? mave (mad-love mix)? Luckily I got the 2 feet long royal blue marker off the carpet and the scribbles off the bookshelf. I guess Avery decided she wanted to "do homework" too. I also successfully scrubbed the glue off our stainless steel refrigerator while at the same time scratching it (nice). Spencer did that one. Ashley led the kids in a craft while I fed Trevor. Spencer wanted to put his pumpkin picture on the fridge so he used glue. So I guess in a way it was really innocent and cute... And terrible for the fridge! Needless to say- I stocked up on my "get through it" drug- Cherry Coke!Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-81917006684878545522010-08-27T12:21:00.000-07:002010-08-27T12:27:50.074-07:002 weeks old!<div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKNuyxEsmk7NF1vB2CfVFjU7itykBpVGKWeTSWgTlN-OzUVlCq1cGjb1lGHc7ZGA11CeLiW2U9XwcftSafYLaeedGz8KwIB-36hAj4IdLuykU0NB6000JT0swslZgo6Yot7FzxY89QUTZo/s1600/IMG_3220.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510172288637824514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKNuyxEsmk7NF1vB2CfVFjU7itykBpVGKWeTSWgTlN-OzUVlCq1cGjb1lGHc7ZGA11CeLiW2U9XwcftSafYLaeedGz8KwIB-36hAj4IdLuykU0NB6000JT0swslZgo6Yot7FzxY89QUTZo/s400/IMG_3220.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8_lBYAsLBrVV-r-qHB-6AR2oSQ7TweB1aJp_Ku2H5aKLbvUpMqik_Y6g8F1PWOgHrQvHRyL_5zIOM13J6HReY3QLTz0VPjl-cGTWBJKhX-SPH1D4IbnagRyDQg_aRViihNYuYcB0UKcr8/s1600/IMG_3201.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510172278854374306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8_lBYAsLBrVV-r-qHB-6AR2oSQ7TweB1aJp_Ku2H5aKLbvUpMqik_Y6g8F1PWOgHrQvHRyL_5zIOM13J6HReY3QLTz0VPjl-cGTWBJKhX-SPH1D4IbnagRyDQg_aRViihNYuYcB0UKcr8/s400/IMG_3201.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Yep, Mr. Go-With-The-Flow is 2 weeks old already! He is a great baby (honest!). As for bedtime, he sleeps from about 9:30pm-2:30am and then again from 3:30am-about 7:00am. Please notice that he's awake for an hour in the night. That's how long it takes him to eat. What the heck! We've gotta work on that. There's only so many entertaining shows on TV during that time. I usually default to CNN news or something like that. I think he's figured out that he doesn't like to be held by the younger kids for more than a few minutes at a time- it couldn't be the constant screaming or poking they do...</div></div>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-59269992692709775862010-08-25T12:21:00.000-07:002010-08-25T12:40:16.012-07:00It's school time again!Thank goodness that summer is over! We had a rough one since I've been so stinkin' pregnant! Maybe I should say lazy. And hot. But we've made it out alive! Yesterday was the kids' first day of school and they were sure excited for it. I bought each of he girls a chapstick that hooks onto their backpacks and I made up a little tag to go with it. The tag said, "Pretty lips say pretty things." I really want them to be nice to EVERYONE- that, to me, is just as important as being smart! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Andi started PM kindergarten this year 11:40-3:00. Her teacher is Ms. Jordan.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpsDa_GdU7ohmbOz2RrseazHX97C_KvvHTUVLTqbHnpqiHoRmwSd6npGvFArn-qLvYY6XwmVgaAyRBe44KNP9bUlGm5QXjyZWn9Je9eeWomy_HSxGMnky5SjK3cyiE46fyQM1u7gp_JIgU/s1600/IMG_3205.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509431626356709394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpsDa_GdU7ohmbOz2RrseazHX97C_KvvHTUVLTqbHnpqiHoRmwSd6npGvFArn-qLvYY6XwmVgaAyRBe44KNP9bUlGm5QXjyZWn9Je9eeWomy_HSxGMnky5SjK3cyiE46fyQM1u7gp_JIgU/s400/IMG_3205.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLAIOZdvrx0r50sc_TEKBcHiZE767Mgx5PoAZAiALkaCCbHqnEQrGPpy8n74g4ExQ0_kkFazkvDuFVn616GehMpdmNdNnEMmDL_76XsYO8SBJLeTB_RBlwB2Ml-QffqZRvH1Mk4ZaLHpHO/s1600/IMG_3206.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509431617660989650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLAIOZdvrx0r50sc_TEKBcHiZE767Mgx5PoAZAiALkaCCbHqnEQrGPpy8n74g4ExQ0_kkFazkvDuFVn616GehMpdmNdNnEMmDL_76XsYO8SBJLeTB_RBlwB2Ml-QffqZRvH1Mk4ZaLHpHO/s400/IMG_3206.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br />She looks so nervous in this picture. I think she was a little bit but handled it like a pro. And yes, I cried after I dropped her off. You'd think I'd be over that by now!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoYwAPS93PUEkw0ui4M89o8zNNnPj-DYw-iLxfPIAb64WxjU29abfq0vd3DIGauG4yQuxSwRg6arGo9t4Hsqz7w8oklcjE-qO4kQMRXJvxiKTyXMZ9WAn2gHd0l31v07jQjxI5gOisLjA1/s1600/IMG_3219.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509431608793757170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoYwAPS93PUEkw0ui4M89o8zNNnPj-DYw-iLxfPIAb64WxjU29abfq0vd3DIGauG4yQuxSwRg6arGo9t4Hsqz7w8oklcjE-qO4kQMRXJvxiKTyXMZ9WAn2gHd0l31v07jQjxI5gOisLjA1/s400/IMG_3219.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Ainsle started 2nd grade this year. When I asked her what she was most excited for, she said "Seeing Mrs. Jennings." That's her teacher.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix769aRNAOEuK0QFf4foTEeayvQhbfKTu_EOLmXuh9vJmolp_OFeEdpBdMW7i7ufsym77TxHdkFiBLgVw8dCjcizydgVxL6Qnlrin76SXgLWSqtcm27uHFUsmWDHHLxvujaGF4qp2AX19M/s1600/IMG_3208.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509431034063542578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix769aRNAOEuK0QFf4foTEeayvQhbfKTu_EOLmXuh9vJmolp_OFeEdpBdMW7i7ufsym77TxHdkFiBLgVw8dCjcizydgVxL6Qnlrin76SXgLWSqtcm27uHFUsmWDHHLxvujaGF4qp2AX19M/s400/IMG_3208.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0KPPxXSIoFLJRK7COb9q-iPNj5Qpzy3ElvadO4QUdUjKT9EseHGmgyifYIUMaRymA2U_T72qdrfGLphm-48pyy065YrSm3x9j-tsdNwY1KrNxf2WyC__ICQ2CZneKcM3HIWmaKm7JIOQ/s1600/IMG_3209.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509431021871056098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0KPPxXSIoFLJRK7COb9q-iPNj5Qpzy3ElvadO4QUdUjKT9EseHGmgyifYIUMaRymA2U_T72qdrfGLphm-48pyy065YrSm3x9j-tsdNwY1KrNxf2WyC__ICQ2CZneKcM3HIWmaKm7JIOQ/s400/IMG_3209.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Ashley is starting 3rd grade this year. When I asked her what she was most excited for she said, "Seeing my friends." That works, too!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2YM5dJmclrCSJDtVMDoNu1EteyR91Z1sCvGAdAH8GGfQzUku3x8BMYeJZWS8LVzY-fTh5OrwZDH5ebaaCXXtjeSHKC9QsEjzHhWOc6tNpItKmZpVG5kGUVxELcGdWxFtAFq5xgygRM2Gb/s1600/IMG_3211.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 327px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509431009999113346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2YM5dJmclrCSJDtVMDoNu1EteyR91Z1sCvGAdAH8GGfQzUku3x8BMYeJZWS8LVzY-fTh5OrwZDH5ebaaCXXtjeSHKC9QsEjzHhWOc6tNpItKmZpVG5kGUVxELcGdWxFtAFq5xgygRM2Gb/s400/IMG_3211.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrbrtyJzwxIxVDFXfvjOIevjNoRpsn3s_wpD0hB5udBYGe29VFvAsqaQc_t0ZlP45MFsdbLDoJp9kR0ykiDzD-w7ubC6VJYP8vuItx-mfNhKOqo8HXQx_vE0LY79yzl4HJZrDjDxo0fN-S/s1600/IMG_3212.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509430996853420658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrbrtyJzwxIxVDFXfvjOIevjNoRpsn3s_wpD0hB5udBYGe29VFvAsqaQc_t0ZlP45MFsdbLDoJp9kR0ykiDzD-w7ubC6VJYP8vuItx-mfNhKOqo8HXQx_vE0LY79yzl4HJZrDjDxo0fN-S/s400/IMG_3212.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-3GlqeQHYf8kktR-IYmG6AzHhETgi4qlocID6YlbgbZSAYeNL-DR5t2vXeFV85IJPZ-rgiwdyCythmQBsua4rbQwHm_wsQwIwvauFqNxoSFYLxSp0PLu7k9SgbXxd53yYxy_gR2tfxE4D/s1600/IMG_3213.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509430991073719474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-3GlqeQHYf8kktR-IYmG6AzHhETgi4qlocID6YlbgbZSAYeNL-DR5t2vXeFV85IJPZ-rgiwdyCythmQBsua4rbQwHm_wsQwIwvauFqNxoSFYLxSp0PLu7k9SgbXxd53yYxy_gR2tfxE4D/s400/IMG_3213.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Here are the kids on their 2nd day of school. They chose to all be matchy-matchy in the latest fads (for them)-Paul Frank. Even Spencer got in on the action even though he doesn't start preschool for another 2 weeks. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwMc_lHcOz21uPVTRHdy_MnBx1WdwuCi90F2Jgdw4dyptN6xfaJrZ_ZCG6UlwJDoip7_kzhzNwdvPDAWUmQ-fxXEOxtb_I_EN6iGU9QHxCMfOoOnULE7f04WwHuQAZjMgrPv3l8ibwi2aW/s1600/IMG_3224.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509431638808598642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwMc_lHcOz21uPVTRHdy_MnBx1WdwuCi90F2Jgdw4dyptN6xfaJrZ_ZCG6UlwJDoip7_kzhzNwdvPDAWUmQ-fxXEOxtb_I_EN6iGU9QHxCMfOoOnULE7f04WwHuQAZjMgrPv3l8ibwi2aW/s400/IMG_3224.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNPsVkCgTr4X6HDb25SUk6HG62URYbT9cEprDXl1C-Zx5DBkkmL4OqGdNW-pLSYxSUajOxhf7uLdLsgN-v-dh10j0DzI4u2VeW7hT8qliINOBAKTW_4yoFlhPGTnFib1RvF3wjGCaauQCg/s1600/IMG_3226.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509431647035310306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNPsVkCgTr4X6HDb25SUk6HG62URYbT9cEprDXl1C-Zx5DBkkmL4OqGdNW-pLSYxSUajOxhf7uLdLsgN-v-dh10j0DzI4u2VeW7hT8qliINOBAKTW_4yoFlhPGTnFib1RvF3wjGCaauQCg/s400/IMG_3226.JPG" /></a><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-20046810173475333982010-08-18T13:46:00.000-07:002010-08-18T14:05:53.617-07:00Happy 11th!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuRDmgvG76E_jvGIvUHftaDQ-taLqCOqdISwcL6KXeQZn2i3RrdcI4QuveHakt-uFDJ-ahhpxfUnzLPcR9WeYYO_eME8en7APwDQ_xZGMb50ub1I0dF5Cv4dFhQepU_R3gBrRXK2ttn0e-/s1600/IMG_1698.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506858906964799058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuRDmgvG76E_jvGIvUHftaDQ-taLqCOqdISwcL6KXeQZn2i3RrdcI4QuveHakt-uFDJ-ahhpxfUnzLPcR9WeYYO_eME8en7APwDQ_xZGMb50ub1I0dF5Cv4dFhQepU_R3gBrRXK2ttn0e-/s400/IMG_1698.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Yes, today is our anniversary. Our 11th!!! For obvious reasons (giving birth 8 days ago!) we're not doing anything special. As for being married for 11 years- it sounds like a long time but it doesn't really feel like that long. That's a good thing, right?!?!!!! 11 years and 6 kids later- life is wonderful and I'm so happy.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-78238214923410412512010-08-16T13:02:00.000-07:002010-08-16T13:24:11.391-07:00Andi's Birthday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbHuFgR_BGOZkQe8C1Lsz5tGZHOcIaLTnYcD5xlBao-HqvDmmLBL3HBMNalB-xcdCPhxgRF4LgY-5I_aMbgLvEsYfQktNi80ON3IEbKDExiw_VUiQ9iZWfmsDq3xzNlqNTACXjs50YWHN7/s1600/IMG_2986.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506103335609279938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbHuFgR_BGOZkQe8C1Lsz5tGZHOcIaLTnYcD5xlBao-HqvDmmLBL3HBMNalB-xcdCPhxgRF4LgY-5I_aMbgLvEsYfQktNi80ON3IEbKDExiw_VUiQ9iZWfmsDq3xzNlqNTACXjs50YWHN7/s400/IMG_2986.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>This little girl just turned 5. I can't believe it. Really, I can't. I remember so clearly the day she was born. It was on a hot Sunday afternoon while my mom had the 2 big girls at church. We almost named her Kinsey Paige but we just couldn't let her feel left out. Good choice because she's so totally an "Andi." And she's so dang loud! I think the most common phrase you'll hear in our house is, "Andi, you don't need to be so loud!" Her talking voice is like a normal person's yelling voice! And forget whispering in church- I think she physically cannot do it. She's decided to take after Ainslee and be totally into fashion and makeup (oh geez). And she loves, LOVES to dance. She is very outgoing and can make friends with anyone. She is a really, really happy girl. And she has a great sense of humor. I am so lucky to be her mom (bring on the cheese, but it's true). </div><div><br /> </div><div>Just hours old...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtMDfWOpGDcLsz_EjHiAf0Ct8KjLitC4E1telR6W1G7fEWS_P1zd8-oLcxL83dipeL2L7WrPv45c8MTu7U31viY-hS5q5epNsprS2Dc_j4UAzBaBD65YkqeQzGYaMarGX1PpW9qteWMeNC/s1600/Andi+Rice.GIF"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506101839879012274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtMDfWOpGDcLsz_EjHiAf0Ct8KjLitC4E1telR6W1G7fEWS_P1zd8-oLcxL83dipeL2L7WrPv45c8MTu7U31viY-hS5q5epNsprS2Dc_j4UAzBaBD65YkqeQzGYaMarGX1PpW9qteWMeNC/s400/Andi+Rice.GIF" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>2 months old- In her blessing outfit </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV-1lrgcDlWZ2KllV1OwGAfrlYu0whxl62BJnnmQI9Uke87j63-XCme0HvVdNVplNHmz_JtqA_ApCEYhtaCPzQJn9fd6Sh_Sfqn4JX9sDAQA9ldaryrhbEbG3f3mRn-AS5wmiVWAyxmvId/s1600/Andi.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506101835680417394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV-1lrgcDlWZ2KllV1OwGAfrlYu0whxl62BJnnmQI9Uke87j63-XCme0HvVdNVplNHmz_JtqA_ApCEYhtaCPzQJn9fd6Sh_Sfqn4JX9sDAQA9ldaryrhbEbG3f3mRn-AS5wmiVWAyxmvId/s400/Andi.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Her new trick when she was 1.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6kkF7WHBWKbOa5e4xqHUPVcaiLkPW9sTOrruLmBz68aEtpym0OS5bFEfaIfvY6j9Mpyw6iDRusOBTb-2qgHricxnaB532SNoP0UFa6F9bV7OUaZVQp7VxZhGbbjQ4LdFMaeUcrzYCxh7m/s1600/HPIM1273.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506101856198794082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6kkF7WHBWKbOa5e4xqHUPVcaiLkPW9sTOrruLmBz68aEtpym0OS5bFEfaIfvY6j9Mpyw6iDRusOBTb-2qgHricxnaB532SNoP0UFa6F9bV7OUaZVQp7VxZhGbbjQ4LdFMaeUcrzYCxh7m/s400/HPIM1273.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Easter- 18 months old</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJGSfiGsQsw1c4eGcK9NHKcNQPuOVmp8_dQlMciEKsUIxGhpv0vKSvtLG9sUArgGSjMWxXadcTsanMeurqwU1aL7lDRJC0G7qJtH8x31IBig4qbPn5YkNY4pmS0iNWMNfBc578VhAWavXk/s1600/HPIM1595.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506101863988423202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJGSfiGsQsw1c4eGcK9NHKcNQPuOVmp8_dQlMciEKsUIxGhpv0vKSvtLG9sUArgGSjMWxXadcTsanMeurqwU1aL7lDRJC0G7qJtH8x31IBig4qbPn5YkNY4pmS0iNWMNfBc578VhAWavXk/s400/HPIM1595.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Up at the ranch- 2 yrs. old</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Pch5V41qNHvhQrQPq2yT5eeAcD0T6tqc9fh28cRAbljUmfTxceGfntNKXYrfXj6l8nRPkzjjwvi8MqOh8eFfroljXZCTUb9IiIIOixP0HoYug49heAz8BtcesBwEAyIoXrzDb4m1fFiY/s1600/IMG_0455.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506103301306883026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Pch5V41qNHvhQrQPq2yT5eeAcD0T6tqc9fh28cRAbljUmfTxceGfntNKXYrfXj6l8nRPkzjjwvi8MqOh8eFfroljXZCTUb9IiIIOixP0HoYug49heAz8BtcesBwEAyIoXrzDb4m1fFiY/s400/IMG_0455.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>1st day of preschool- 3 yrs. old</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Qmna16l6nONV5gzT7CaADBWh55Ulakyw7dnGToRdLWeiu43xFknAZKW1EHeFcc3S5Td_hl0GP5pveBe8S8G22JcwaV2KgLARJRwbjfrd3pv6E5QiNYo6cDyl-Jc4BAEDjxdIsdItuaPW/s1600/IMG_0676.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506103308412433042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Qmna16l6nONV5gzT7CaADBWh55Ulakyw7dnGToRdLWeiu43xFknAZKW1EHeFcc3S5Td_hl0GP5pveBe8S8G22JcwaV2KgLARJRwbjfrd3pv6E5QiNYo6cDyl-Jc4BAEDjxdIsdItuaPW/s400/IMG_0676.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>1st Sunday as a Sunbeam- 3 yrs. old<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgooDloIJeIGGBd2D0KtXXZwp229gfQ0s80slnYJLK9ItIm72uGmhYcroKBsX6oOMaAGNgeBdUS_l8hB8x_q7-uYofBEbM19SmArUlS0MPtzW5P25ZKBdTzbazW-Hao09uzcW-r0GLeFrbn/s1600/IMG_1575.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506103316081730722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgooDloIJeIGGBd2D0KtXXZwp229gfQ0s80slnYJLK9ItIm72uGmhYcroKBsX6oOMaAGNgeBdUS_l8hB8x_q7-uYofBEbM19SmArUlS0MPtzW5P25ZKBdTzbazW-Hao09uzcW-r0GLeFrbn/s400/IMG_1575.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div><br />Her birthday- 4 yrs. old</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU6ilupW8GLZ_JTg6jfADem2FcKEKT4AidlrAof0sU_BWTIEIaVoX6ktu5U2y460FvkZQSmKDJQ0q9lp-rSQVSyQNujifZAjk9Hwmtb5IF201t5KXFreCfwPQlXnOyWXT-S0laDjdqcZfk/s1600/IMG_2306.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506103331295260626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU6ilupW8GLZ_JTg6jfADem2FcKEKT4AidlrAof0sU_BWTIEIaVoX6ktu5U2y460FvkZQSmKDJQ0q9lp-rSQVSyQNujifZAjk9Hwmtb5IF201t5KXFreCfwPQlXnOyWXT-S0laDjdqcZfk/s400/IMG_2306.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-92209872371910218022010-08-10T18:35:00.000-07:002010-08-10T18:41:58.383-07:00Trevor Aaron RiceHere are some pics of little Trevor. He was born Aug 10, 2010 at 11:56 AM. He weighed 8 lbs 13 oz. Our largest baby to date was 7 lbs 5 oz. So much bigger. He measured 20 inches.<br /><br />It was clockwork delivery like all 6 kids. Drip of Pitocin and baby 3-4 hrs later. Mom and baby are doing fine.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0V6RTSj90unFpilJm5SP4QoFrl0PAFI7KXGvDG0_xk20H8g03WzaTWzl1rRN7Ys5GDDCAr-EQhBTFbIPbcy_5w2-PssNsCcEDx3K2zXOHDcCkZYCmHgXhiGDqokw-mvu3-56kPJxFSO4/s1600/IMG_3181.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0V6RTSj90unFpilJm5SP4QoFrl0PAFI7KXGvDG0_xk20H8g03WzaTWzl1rRN7Ys5GDDCAr-EQhBTFbIPbcy_5w2-PssNsCcEDx3K2zXOHDcCkZYCmHgXhiGDqokw-mvu3-56kPJxFSO4/s200/IMG_3181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503960897080818034" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZZuV5w3chLXO5WsOXzXBRVhvXaRpnmI8-6I8KtmQ8Fks0TYNNXvxB1-Z2XVYeNpaoTRMMMN5aXirEInMgXkQ29WskxV6tcXK1xYuqgxSpLDISfem8Rp2pk4kW2lTAi7ou4BCMrDIp9w/s1600/IMG_3178.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZZuV5w3chLXO5WsOXzXBRVhvXaRpnmI8-6I8KtmQ8Fks0TYNNXvxB1-Z2XVYeNpaoTRMMMN5aXirEInMgXkQ29WskxV6tcXK1xYuqgxSpLDISfem8Rp2pk4kW2lTAi7ou4BCMrDIp9w/s200/IMG_3178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503961227037513890" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSJglotjo8X_VZ-fb2TbVTfElhaSUP_MskOgwS3sTUgfSYitlbZcLTkWS7btEY81tp1uQ4yipYwQm8PVD4zvrLtZOFiPk87-okXe5eC3RK48fGaA2AwDe1Adc-VrJN10rIMauYyvV04I/s1600/IMG_3184.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSJglotjo8X_VZ-fb2TbVTfElhaSUP_MskOgwS3sTUgfSYitlbZcLTkWS7btEY81tp1uQ4yipYwQm8PVD4zvrLtZOFiPk87-okXe5eC3RK48fGaA2AwDe1Adc-VrJN10rIMauYyvV04I/s200/IMG_3184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503961458372748786" /></a>Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16019715461558369972noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-44158885316631566922010-08-03T16:15:00.000-07:002010-08-03T16:21:37.832-07:00Funny Spencer<div>Spencer said something so funny a few minutes ago that I just had to write it down. </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiqqNtWOMkuuIdkY6LUVkDpY4LAkKYlPiZdP52ghlxGAar-CCvAtqFO04gzsahcoV56CfwVz0VHBlyQyB2xsB41RkA3llF_EeQUDosv6nT42VM5qzkXWlFtU6Mw80GEkQRYADRvr2DtWX9/s1600/IMG_3101.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501327620210803234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiqqNtWOMkuuIdkY6LUVkDpY4LAkKYlPiZdP52ghlxGAar-CCvAtqFO04gzsahcoV56CfwVz0VHBlyQyB2xsB41RkA3llF_EeQUDosv6nT42VM5qzkXWlFtU6Mw80GEkQRYADRvr2DtWX9/s400/IMG_3101.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div>I was drinking some herbal tea with some black cohosh in it (remember I'm due in a few days?!). Let me tell you- it's pretty rancid and almost as bad as castor oil (not that I'd know... or anything...). So when I finished chugging it all down I made a terrible face and horrible gagging sounds. Spencer said to me, "Mom- now you are going to turn into a werewolf. Or a giraffe." Goodness! I guess I'm okay with that if it means I have this baby soon!</div><br /><div></div>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-91352147114643945112010-07-24T08:46:00.000-07:002010-07-24T08:55:07.507-07:00A Letter to Avery<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHS3Qxphu672S_zfB_hYRwvB9Kq9vIMreUhDOqoyWjd-q80gpXcPDg-bbFKyayYeI-5mtT7DiLzd91fpnQTmc0LZgjp9wdX2D1yoqAUbkPH7Ataj6qalDvwblu4CMDybUIumRvr3rBvrBD/s1600/IMG_2795.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497500866205439170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHS3Qxphu672S_zfB_hYRwvB9Kq9vIMreUhDOqoyWjd-q80gpXcPDg-bbFKyayYeI-5mtT7DiLzd91fpnQTmc0LZgjp9wdX2D1yoqAUbkPH7Ataj6qalDvwblu4CMDybUIumRvr3rBvrBD/s400/IMG_2795.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwA1ydlfGGTE1Oxn7eEk7GNwCG1N8VYMu0_h1-wrV3RX3mb404sCK-HphOO5VE3erXJE1Dzrh3lhX17hYPfvcE7F1bWEClbrWinuY-QcdQaY__gHBc9pUmasYYjmmIE-pZYAlBLzmnNHuz/s1600/IMG_2913.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497500854237481874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwA1ydlfGGTE1Oxn7eEk7GNwCG1N8VYMu0_h1-wrV3RX3mb404sCK-HphOO5VE3erXJE1Dzrh3lhX17hYPfvcE7F1bWEClbrWinuY-QcdQaY__gHBc9pUmasYYjmmIE-pZYAlBLzmnNHuz/s400/IMG_2913.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLjIZwYjt6nBrJ3n1vcw1LInZNakXF3io3EaP1NpYrRDKCCsbkWAsrpuoH2xFQ1NCapy7ACZpUwrznAEanimkUR-Tlg_cSChpDGHTpHAWeEG6LHUUh33yg2VFx3lqSuQx6atgKDLgVP4rX/s1600/IMG_2926.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497500664301346834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLjIZwYjt6nBrJ3n1vcw1LInZNakXF3io3EaP1NpYrRDKCCsbkWAsrpuoH2xFQ1NCapy7ACZpUwrznAEanimkUR-Tlg_cSChpDGHTpHAWeEG6LHUUh33yg2VFx3lqSuQx6atgKDLgVP4rX/s400/IMG_2926.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1bjodfbm8cdOY4AIdOGI29o1U2MpZOTVtszbRGGQPbbTGOJyeVgK_1AaOGFpZrnyfDSupfWpDgy4UtbZfkYAPC1lSOxhjSey5llpagtsx4FuNx3TxP8pSR_6RsBwSm-xssVg0S0P_cqsu/s1600/IMG_2961.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497500655864521410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1bjodfbm8cdOY4AIdOGI29o1U2MpZOTVtszbRGGQPbbTGOJyeVgK_1AaOGFpZrnyfDSupfWpDgy4UtbZfkYAPC1lSOxhjSey5llpagtsx4FuNx3TxP8pSR_6RsBwSm-xssVg0S0P_cqsu/s400/IMG_2961.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP1urWBzX44Xuun0ENLNzqX-WrrcgJltuwTgN-gNsALpoXb11KEp-IrZf7WsvTehQex-zPqm4avtnS9YZGAVeQjba5WJfz64Pym0mfffMMvVOgkyRv_7qXagPzMmMK7eofoTSZyq3sa2y-/s1600/IMG_2973.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497500648091821762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP1urWBzX44Xuun0ENLNzqX-WrrcgJltuwTgN-gNsALpoXb11KEp-IrZf7WsvTehQex-zPqm4avtnS9YZGAVeQjba5WJfz64Pym0mfffMMvVOgkyRv_7qXagPzMmMK7eofoTSZyq3sa2y-/s400/IMG_2973.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTJ5hwFwtfUnOAtEy0CCswRJ6_30xAVKOXw3kZyMZEx01zw8dDJir3E58WYoBrxBVaxnyIxIPYyRHaarXuv5z2ZLsmNeBQFtmzK96sFJuBMpsONMZ4B0gXRdGJdxrGRngXncvQU4fUCqW9/s1600/IMG_2975.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497500640713943666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTJ5hwFwtfUnOAtEy0CCswRJ6_30xAVKOXw3kZyMZEx01zw8dDJir3E58WYoBrxBVaxnyIxIPYyRHaarXuv5z2ZLsmNeBQFtmzK96sFJuBMpsONMZ4B0gXRdGJdxrGRngXncvQU4fUCqW9/s400/IMG_2975.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_w-SZYtu9-xQOeO-oQUDhkXJC2_sVHxxzKKhb0UgoOMx7RYr25qmtX7ImIBRczvkrOW241ZanYJQMtiPfajhk3klKcSS4Lko6eruy3LP-IGOMKs0K7-bpd7wdFXL1XhBRlVU6BSQrLGkm/s1600/IMG_3146.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497500626596216978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_w-SZYtu9-xQOeO-oQUDhkXJC2_sVHxxzKKhb0UgoOMx7RYr25qmtX7ImIBRczvkrOW241ZanYJQMtiPfajhk3klKcSS4Lko6eruy3LP-IGOMKs0K7-bpd7wdFXL1XhBRlVU6BSQrLGkm/s400/IMG_3146.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div> </div><div>Dear Sweet Avery,<br /><br />You are not yet 2 yrs old but in a couple of weeks you won't be the baby anymore- not that you ever acted like one! You've really blessed our lives in so many ways and we're grateful for the joy you bring us. If your new baby brother is anything like you- we will be so lucky (and skinny from chasing after you both)!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-40478694027307653502010-07-15T15:18:00.001-07:002010-07-15T15:22:25.419-07:00Don't tell me that!One thing you DO NOT want to hear from your OBGYN:<br /><br />"Hmmm. This is going to be a big baby. "<br /><br />Me? A big baby? My biggest has been only been 7 1/2 lbs! I am really, REALLY hoping he's wrong...Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-71497997509215431292010-07-07T15:19:00.001-07:002010-07-07T15:23:16.427-07:00Long Time GoneI don't know about what everyone else has done in the past 2 weeks, but boy, we've had a GREAT time on vacation! Too much to post now- I'm too exhausted, really. But just think happy thoughts about Family Reunions, Disneyland, Whole Enchilada, Portillos, Vegas Condo, Grandmas, Grandpas, Aunts, Bees Game, Swimming, Carrie Underwood, and Fireworks. <br /><br />Pictures to comeJessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-16724154986778805632010-06-01T13:20:00.000-07:002010-06-01T13:37:49.602-07:00Andi's Preschool<div><div><div><div><div><div>She did it- she graduated from preschool. I guess she passed the coloring-without-scribbling test, the painting-without-getting-it-all-over-your-clothes test, the eating-snack-without-getting-food-all-over-your-face test, and of course her letters, numbers, colors, and shapes test. Hard tasks, I know...</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNFljwkfFu9Y-dYArKW-620qdmqoJxrL7CrvcBqk-aqn-BNeK6XKqBzuGpPqJ-NtoxwYe7Z-zPuk84D3WB-ZxB0p-WyX7FzFsYVAL4a4rTuM9HceqTf57OcoON0cCfalnjUim-A9KBrTbh/s1600/IMG_2956.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477903541186946146" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNFljwkfFu9Y-dYArKW-620qdmqoJxrL7CrvcBqk-aqn-BNeK6XKqBzuGpPqJ-NtoxwYe7Z-zPuk84D3WB-ZxB0p-WyX7FzFsYVAL4a4rTuM9HceqTf57OcoON0cCfalnjUim-A9KBrTbh/s400/IMG_2956.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd6nXVlBoNK_cmv27jnm_p74Hmo-jrd6GPPPBQ2sKdWl2Kuj1kEgjQIXFKUnxuWknUQlhVBs6Osvw-4g6_feqwuk21_Hc7gvOtPxI5abM8t-EagyiM3qUCcGy7YQoUqlaOjjzkLltCY03o/s1600/IMG_2952.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477903550389365810" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd6nXVlBoNK_cmv27jnm_p74Hmo-jrd6GPPPBQ2sKdWl2Kuj1kEgjQIXFKUnxuWknUQlhVBs6Osvw-4g6_feqwuk21_Hc7gvOtPxI5abM8t-EagyiM3qUCcGy7YQoUqlaOjjzkLltCY03o/s400/IMG_2952.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>But before she finished for the year her class took a tour of a fire house- not a fire station, mind you. It actually had the living quarters for the firemen. I think I enjoyed it more than she and Spencer (who of course came along for the ride. After all, he is an honorary member of the class). Now that I think about it, maybe it was the firemen that I enjoyed more than the tour. Um, I mean... um... what? Nothing...</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZC19sqv25nYrwiIowb5SdyywWjwqcKya5Y8VWT1KzqnpsUrTE36YN9qk_B-Bt3cJmfMYobrYHm2DL9XjWgHAzMM5ckPZaFYEIlNPMXKNQZInyNphF9sUL71eY1Hac-buOLGLTfT0gPLY/s1600/IMG_2936.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477904291570959618" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZC19sqv25nYrwiIowb5SdyywWjwqcKya5Y8VWT1KzqnpsUrTE36YN9qk_B-Bt3cJmfMYobrYHm2DL9XjWgHAzMM5ckPZaFYEIlNPMXKNQZInyNphF9sUL71eY1Hac-buOLGLTfT0gPLY/s400/IMG_2936.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaKv6-Yq9DHF6GfkZqz4QS_gYSDTLFlpnLLbEdbsRhNkCnQ0lu6VCSWct4V-ECQS3-xn3KGfxsF7yWcBRAG569BGSKtB5FCXS2zYqVAYyl1SU8qTV4PlrsQTbFGGJt7L426BSFFXQhLv9F/s1600/IMG_2941.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477903570483521922" style="WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaKv6-Yq9DHF6GfkZqz4QS_gYSDTLFlpnLLbEdbsRhNkCnQ0lu6VCSWct4V-ECQS3-xn3KGfxsF7yWcBRAG569BGSKtB5FCXS2zYqVAYyl1SU8qTV4PlrsQTbFGGJt7L426BSFFXQhLv9F/s400/IMG_2941.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFh1gPtxkkuqgB3eUKWyPYTIasjtR-pyo6rox6urI5xV2S-2sdZ187Gf7OnHVjztX4cL3wDpr-ofc_LNLcXh65S6BSXlfdRDzXB6yRO1sY-yHeMIINwykEmrWVtWFmFxb6yS8u8F6usN9y/s1600/IMG_2935.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477904300624774194" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFh1gPtxkkuqgB3eUKWyPYTIasjtR-pyo6rox6urI5xV2S-2sdZ187Gf7OnHVjztX4cL3wDpr-ofc_LNLcXh65S6BSXlfdRDzXB6yRO1sY-yHeMIINwykEmrWVtWFmFxb6yS8u8F6usN9y/s400/IMG_2935.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVE9-kAb1M-qrdewvHIvUdqyh6RZh5DUfOqU3Z34t4ChJUpJ_xH4l6zPJE7vqDWjy3x2q0Ce6b2r4eyrC4iHXmJbBQnu85EIeetjo_0dFHkpLmMwayrYL8upX6w1ghPFNyB5MY6xcPhi5w/s1600/IMG_2945.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477903556875899586" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVE9-kAb1M-qrdewvHIvUdqyh6RZh5DUfOqU3Z34t4ChJUpJ_xH4l6zPJE7vqDWjy3x2q0Ce6b2r4eyrC4iHXmJbBQnu85EIeetjo_0dFHkpLmMwayrYL8upX6w1ghPFNyB5MY6xcPhi5w/s400/IMG_2945.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>The honorary preschooler:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuFi_BP6AckHef9qPe_0nJGzy0kF34Y-UoK__JHLuMwNJcMCrmuwViW1u8VL5S-C5oRA-eJeL4KG5QgGTuVK9TQHBkk1J87-EqDQ6IzG3NXoMNgETW5gH_YtoVXfyOvB2pCaHAsjIhxpvR/s1600/IMG_2965.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477903528136896850" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuFi_BP6AckHef9qPe_0nJGzy0kF34Y-UoK__JHLuMwNJcMCrmuwViW1u8VL5S-C5oRA-eJeL4KG5QgGTuVK9TQHBkk1J87-EqDQ6IzG3NXoMNgETW5gH_YtoVXfyOvB2pCaHAsjIhxpvR/s400/IMG_2965.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Off she goes to kindergarten. Too bad they didn't have a "stop-screaming-at-the-top-of-your-lungs" test. She'd never get past preschool. </div></div></div></div></div></div>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-75180944856805036702010-05-15T13:13:00.000-07:002010-05-15T14:15:45.741-07:00Picture Time<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>I've just realized that I've slacked off quite a bit with my pictures and not just for the blog. I just haven't organized them lately and found a few minutes to do them. So why not just throw them up on the blog at the same time? We're talking old school pictures here- way back to Valentine's Day!</div></div><div> </div><div>This is what they all wore that day to school- you gotta love red! <div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAN1qrCo7K0tOt-i2uAKkusQHuuwR0LcD1SqcdBYcW4qQXUpqKzfNq1XmTmX-D9NkWJcgaCZZ2QgUIgiLFHkfGOelzZ1fUvfXx2C87QMWk3Lowv_qVYwOfnMx9OBIqydcmKDPO_PlZi3aK/s1600/IMG_2791.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471594946055612754" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAN1qrCo7K0tOt-i2uAKkusQHuuwR0LcD1SqcdBYcW4qQXUpqKzfNq1XmTmX-D9NkWJcgaCZZ2QgUIgiLFHkfGOelzZ1fUvfXx2C87QMWk3Lowv_qVYwOfnMx9OBIqydcmKDPO_PlZi3aK/s320/IMG_2791.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Right after Christmas we decided to beat the winter blues so I had all the kids pick out one activity from the Parks and Rec catalog from the city. It's so funny what they picked! Ainslee picked ballet (true to form), Andi picked gymnastics (true to form again), Ashley picked a soccer class (I would've thought an art class), and Spencer-well daddy- picked flag football. I didn't get any pictures of Andi in her gymnastics class and we ended up canceling the football class because of our scheduling. Ashley's class is still going on. But we did get Ainslee in her last class- she loved it! </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgdHxD5lENIgykqL_Mgg3uhwXYgQ3i1yvzO3qpHfJIXwfiTqxoRgZ5ShxrIHAXbloTlT76MsTesTxBRNMU5ZqvH8q9T8PMgZLhZodUYcptbLx_57suFHZNqnxqJu98SkbxXpGbd_RGIusE/s1600/IMG_2857.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471593486366996770" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgdHxD5lENIgykqL_Mgg3uhwXYgQ3i1yvzO3qpHfJIXwfiTqxoRgZ5ShxrIHAXbloTlT76MsTesTxBRNMU5ZqvH8q9T8PMgZLhZodUYcptbLx_57suFHZNqnxqJu98SkbxXpGbd_RGIusE/s320/IMG_2857.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />And spring would not be complete without a rainbow. Luckily we've seen quite a few since we've lived here. They're beautiful. This is from our back patio. Those trees were in full bloom still so it must have been the beginning of March when we saw this rainbow.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibDlJxaO2RQ7VD_2IUlp7TlR4e03iHGJxm6hzQmoKxVHT8gveqa2Rde7q4saltaZ3YxjCKPYlozKbYi6UZ7FW0XdtHndoViPegd-sw7MrN_1ZFhzUDaVj7EQCbtiF_wslG04V8LkR_YEYH/s1600/IMG_2853.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471593494592117730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibDlJxaO2RQ7VD_2IUlp7TlR4e03iHGJxm6hzQmoKxVHT8gveqa2Rde7q4saltaZ3YxjCKPYlozKbYi6UZ7FW0XdtHndoViPegd-sw7MrN_1ZFhzUDaVj7EQCbtiF_wslG04V8LkR_YEYH/s320/IMG_2853.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div> </div><div>This spring we also went through an "everything is breaking at the same time" phase. When it rains, it pours, right? I can't even name all the things that we had to replace but of course we had to get a picture of this one. This is what happens when you let your husband vacuum! The handle completely broke off!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyXqDvlfTsnhcNR2p18hnWrcJ6L5HFPr65lePizQLJEZ-6X3OZFUMcloETyNiMMHf-a5cFmujBjtL10Z1WUYy4ccn_FcOxRbbN7QffBcfJNgqLFoqX4fTrETxgWOP6e6kG5LKygV65f_E_/s1600/IMG_2916.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471594313147437714" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyXqDvlfTsnhcNR2p18hnWrcJ6L5HFPr65lePizQLJEZ-6X3OZFUMcloETyNiMMHf-a5cFmujBjtL10Z1WUYy4ccn_FcOxRbbN7QffBcfJNgqLFoqX4fTrETxgWOP6e6kG5LKygV65f_E_/s320/IMG_2916.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Then spring came along and I had to keep the kids busy for the week. We took a couple of excursions and had some nice lazy days. If only summer could last one week...</div><div>We headed over to a place called Daffodill Hill. It was beautiful but a little too far out of the way for my taste. The kids had a fun time until the drive back. Wouldn't you know it- 15 minutes from being home and Ainslee gets car sick. I'm talking ALL over the car... fun times.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN55rJB7CT5miV7RWx9Yect5WiPzfRcXzsh5HLBoKgRLBmGTtv3EEgNSBtdPLPS2tyaUoh8zijoLkvKWyv7PQAWc8MjjMPbXP5C8zwDNyCwlqa66eyMDCumBZ_rS6620BH4TN8kUjLHi9X/s1600/IMG_2892.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471594629568598130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN55rJB7CT5miV7RWx9Yect5WiPzfRcXzsh5HLBoKgRLBmGTtv3EEgNSBtdPLPS2tyaUoh8zijoLkvKWyv7PQAWc8MjjMPbXP5C8zwDNyCwlqa66eyMDCumBZ_rS6620BH4TN8kUjLHi9X/s320/IMG_2892.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDevJFt5GbvSyrU5Kev-0gziWbF5-J-5lb-ox9BtYwtGlO-LyLH_osJ3uAfh7-kELqAtf_kOD1athyX4Drzbp52Kc65oAr5IJOSDuhY6q_8SmK3rMGllHKir14ZY40DfYQGc8rMqrUtGIp/s1600/IMG_2895.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471594636536819586" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDevJFt5GbvSyrU5Kev-0gziWbF5-J-5lb-ox9BtYwtGlO-LyLH_osJ3uAfh7-kELqAtf_kOD1athyX4Drzbp52Kc65oAr5IJOSDuhY6q_8SmK3rMGllHKir14ZY40DfYQGc8rMqrUtGIp/s320/IMG_2895.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Then off to the Jelly Belly Factory. I thought the older 3 were old enough to understand what was going on. Spencer and I just wanted the free package of jelly beans at the end. Here we are on our way to the Factory!</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAcYcMEPR_umj8xGwL_6xdJe11CjbUssCYD9xsEkeasWivkpvE6GA8J7AQvDAIMm7eVGP54X2TJNB56ZuGHXatjSx04qjCH7hZALXppp9IYvQM95QHFhLkd-iVEBXwELbZSiwvI8His-UO/s1600/IMG_2896.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471594645025330194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAcYcMEPR_umj8xGwL_6xdJe11CjbUssCYD9xsEkeasWivkpvE6GA8J7AQvDAIMm7eVGP54X2TJNB56ZuGHXatjSx04qjCH7hZALXppp9IYvQM95QHFhLkd-iVEBXwELbZSiwvI8His-UO/s320/IMG_2896.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Yes, there's Avery not going with the flow... she's got another whole post coming soon- she deserves one all to herself- if you know what I mean.</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV6l0FoYf9EDLRaNta64FrD9qfZmCsDFG2_pKEb5b6MnD3zWeipM6doCaL1Ne3uBeLR9ZJLGpXQflpcmoG9oHTTkLaYE8GAI8FHXvVOdhb0PROvyhUNyLEWo5pBjWTaQIPOyHceLMWpV4E/s1600/IMG_2901.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471594343211489874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV6l0FoYf9EDLRaNta64FrD9qfZmCsDFG2_pKEb5b6MnD3zWeipM6doCaL1Ne3uBeLR9ZJLGpXQflpcmoG9oHTTkLaYE8GAI8FHXvVOdhb0PROvyhUNyLEWo5pBjWTaQIPOyHceLMWpV4E/s320/IMG_2901.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Then it was Easter time. It was just us this year because that's how it worked out and it was fine. The Easter bunny came, we painted eggs, ate deviled eggs (the kids actually liked them), had an egg hunt, made our traditional bunny pancakes, and had a nice-ish dinner (no one to impress!).</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVdtPnOQaW2Jb0Mgt8NPhkj8q3Q61D6SWNoy24eecCcpx1y71Kb2dYH6bRj7RWG0CO0F1zV_xQ9CYNUD0TdPogIjV-VoFcse1G4tgU4M8deesLAnMLIs0xIsF1Z_rV7hOZG47rt-OoV_eU/s1600/IMG_2902.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471594322162749986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVdtPnOQaW2Jb0Mgt8NPhkj8q3Q61D6SWNoy24eecCcpx1y71Kb2dYH6bRj7RWG0CO0F1zV_xQ9CYNUD0TdPogIjV-VoFcse1G4tgU4M8deesLAnMLIs0xIsF1Z_rV7hOZG47rt-OoV_eU/s320/IMG_2902.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqgS3REN8cZ8XrAN3Y4IdNLD3cAOofeYCWcuBj0x2_JxYpQnVRv5x81XLG6AqqUgcgh17Np0Plv3-cm-F8t88zNuDPrcTG1Y0vxDSLevAphcQWiUdDOhkoW8JYp12HK4dTS83pH_1_e9V_/s1600/IMG_2910.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471594333829542850" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqgS3REN8cZ8XrAN3Y4IdNLD3cAOofeYCWcuBj0x2_JxYpQnVRv5x81XLG6AqqUgcgh17Np0Plv3-cm-F8t88zNuDPrcTG1Y0vxDSLevAphcQWiUdDOhkoW8JYp12HK4dTS83pH_1_e9V_/s320/IMG_2910.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>And finally (I told you there were a lot of pictures) in the middle of April I was able to take the Ashley, Ainslee, and Andi into San Fran to see Wicked. Did you know that this muscial actually had it's debut in San Fran? Pretty cool, huh. A friend in our ward got a group rate on tickets so about 30 of us went. It was AMAZING and I'd see it every day if I could. I am so lucky that I got to spend the day with my 3 oldest even though I almost had a heart attack from trying to find parking!</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOdVY4t6UFPbRCAYrT6A8mww0h7OPvPh8HYLp4CX45j9PTDw-wNEAv4_WJvFdOPkHfmwfOJQu_3AE2kfFnx0MT3DSDvBeA44O4i8RLk1Yfy1LVKolcNlevbF2BduypL8OhyWN8iplqZK_e/s1600/IMG_2922.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471593509248265026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOdVY4t6UFPbRCAYrT6A8mww0h7OPvPh8HYLp4CX45j9PTDw-wNEAv4_WJvFdOPkHfmwfOJQu_3AE2kfFnx0MT3DSDvBeA44O4i8RLk1Yfy1LVKolcNlevbF2BduypL8OhyWN8iplqZK_e/s320/IMG_2922.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD7Rt7nSvS4XnIRnypHPBm3hlNAuO2ErYCgQvfjQ03TikoDgmJACp0M9PI-FEkBX7h3lIwynE2BkiFly7CQS3t4adoWHRChpHj3plLy_UbHbN71bxuayvdkO-RRO0H61Vkz6wR_FlaK_2I/s1600/IMG_2923.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471593515661773906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD7Rt7nSvS4XnIRnypHPBm3hlNAuO2ErYCgQvfjQ03TikoDgmJACp0M9PI-FEkBX7h3lIwynE2BkiFly7CQS3t4adoWHRChpHj3plLy_UbHbN71bxuayvdkO-RRO0H61Vkz6wR_FlaK_2I/s320/IMG_2923.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>P.S. I think I look like Galinda</div><div>P.S. Just kidding</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-12492845989270063472010-04-21T14:33:00.000-07:002010-04-21T14:47:45.218-07:00OUr Ultrasound Guy<div><div>Bless that man. He's the one who told us we were having a nother boy. Hallelujah! Here's a funny story about our ultrasound experience:</div><br /><div>Cory and I were sitting in the waiting room at the radiology center. Several of the ultrasound workers were coming in and out calling names. I personally was hoping to not see the person who did Spencer's ultrasound- he was terrible!!!! I didn't see him so I had some hope. Then we see this guy who is totally buff in his lab coat- but on the short side. He was really, really tan- like spray tan- tan. His hair was slicked back with tons of gel. Cory and I kinda giggled because come one- he does ultrasounds?!?! So we wait for another couple of minutes. And then our ultrasound guy comes out- IT'S THAT GUY!!! Cory and I glance at each other with shocked grins and wide eyes. He's very formal and introduces himself as Forrest. Really? Forrest? As we get in there I notice that he's got this silk button up purple and white long sleeve shirt on. And the sleeves are rolled up and the top couple of buttons are unbuttoned. Yes, a few long dark hairs are sticking out! And he's totally the whole 'sleeve' tattoo thing going on his arms, down to his wrists, and a little on his hands! Wha?!?! Crazy. But I'll tell you what- I must confess. He was EXCELLENT!!!!! The best ultrasound guy- or girl- ever. I decided that my dear friend, Forrest, looks like a combination of these two guys: </div><div></div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxehxy9S6aF6Mk7zoD09KsK05Y4hIW19xiS6DXxTbt_I6RGbaUvWHgl8CPQT-jH1CJZzQsR_l4HmPTfNWT7MXxWIOIgxCKxPgbWya-btTUxjLm2zJsKwemuw6LV6TgjrJBBXQ9Y3bONiDZ/s1600/Jesse+James.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462709454953299522" style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxehxy9S6aF6Mk7zoD09KsK05Y4hIW19xiS6DXxTbt_I6RGbaUvWHgl8CPQT-jH1CJZzQsR_l4HmPTfNWT7MXxWIOIgxCKxPgbWya-btTUxjLm2zJsKwemuw6LV6TgjrJBBXQ9Y3bONiDZ/s320/Jesse+James.jpg" border="0" /></a>(Our dear sweet Jesse James)<br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7dLVKLMrFk0Qck5XbmMQ6LMuWqXIxIpxt7jBhlzKG05wTTpkPz8hbHUQ1u8kiPz0Cm2vT4SaTG4_VIH2WV4ISUQ4GcJ1QMtyRJU_sLyBXBCELiFPxqid341Zf2GR7dKCKA1lw2s5_Sibx/s1600/Jersey+Shore.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462709457887870050" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7dLVKLMrFk0Qck5XbmMQ6LMuWqXIxIpxt7jBhlzKG05wTTpkPz8hbHUQ1u8kiPz0Cm2vT4SaTG4_VIH2WV4ISUQ4GcJ1QMtyRJU_sLyBXBCELiFPxqid341Zf2GR7dKCKA1lw2s5_Sibx/s320/Jersey+Shore.jpg" border="0" /></a>(Some guy from Jersey Shore)<br /><div></div><br /><div>And I'm exactly dead on. </div><div> </div><div>Forrest asked us before he started the ultrasound if we wanted to know the gender- we said, YES! So I lay down, get the squirty stuff, and he put the little device thing on my bellly. He yanked it off immediately. I thought, What the heck? Is he playing a joke? Then has asked, "Are you sure you want to know? Because I already know 100% what you're having." That could only mean one thing- there was a little ding dong showing. Forrest confirmed and said it was a boy. Of course Cory didn't believe it- but it's about as obvious as you can get. Needless to say Cory was so excited we went out for a steak dinner afterward...</div><div> </div><div>Yippee!!!</div></div>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-45766727350464968062010-03-24T10:33:00.000-07:002010-03-24T10:37:09.486-07:00And the answer is....."Mr. and Mrs. Rice, it appears that your baby girl will have to go through life with a third leg."<br /><br />We'll post the ultrasound pictures later.Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16019715461558369972noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-18923146721270745462010-03-16T16:09:00.000-07:002010-03-16T16:21:48.272-07:00Pulled Back (as opposed to pulled pork)Is it normal to pull your back out so bad that you have to lay flat for 2 days in a row? And laying flat really hurts. And so does laying on your side. And forget about walking- I look like an 90 year old hunch-backed man. And it feels like you need a crane to pull you to an upright position. And every muscle in your upper back, shoulders, hips, and quads hurt just as much because they're all making up the difference for the job your lower back is supposed to do. And you tell your poor little kids to find their own after school snacks and they take advantage and grab out the Doritos. And you say, "awesome." And you hope and pray a maid will just walk in the house and do all the chores for you or those little animals from Snow White. But that won't happen so you do them anyway because what's worse... a nasty house or a hurt back. It's a toss up on that one.<br /><br /><br />Is that all normal?<br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMghKyMQTU8r6VqbHvCAwwRx7JS455PrMcqq-LHOLsOwDwd1tUOixjiDf6a0BhrIMIsAH5UBnzRho6mIOYjd84VKHR1G7Itk-q9tjutEgpCY3amG0zIYVPkyVsZuZxWB49ojdjfQxrvRuK/s1600-h/casestudy4large.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449375495684027202" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMghKyMQTU8r6VqbHvCAwwRx7JS455PrMcqq-LHOLsOwDwd1tUOixjiDf6a0BhrIMIsAH5UBnzRho6mIOYjd84VKHR1G7Itk-q9tjutEgpCY3amG0zIYVPkyVsZuZxWB49ojdjfQxrvRuK/s400/casestudy4large.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878344685065761294.post-73360384736923072462010-02-26T13:00:00.000-08:002010-02-26T13:08:44.391-08:00Popcorn Popping on the ... tree<div>Spring occassionally will show up here in Roseville. Some days it's really rainy and overcast and some days it's a beautiful 68 degrees. There doesn't seem to be much in between right now.. so yes, spring is coming. In fact the trees on our street islands are in full bloom. I don't know what kind of trees they are but they only in bloom for 3 or 4 weeks. They come in 2 varities- white blooms or pink blooms. They are my favorite trees in the world! But I have no clue what they are. We're lucky to have a bunch out our kitchen window. They're the white ones and it relaly looks like popcorn popping! Honestly this picture is not edited at all-it was taken with my little point and shoot. It surely doesn't give the trees justice but it's a good idea what it looks like.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6KtVMbDI4jq75aE9PMARft1gy9uZO8YUBqZbZj5yp6q4jZef_OGEp1Mos78maPefBsAQlKNFwDy41hS7UNGIYrc907GOwQ28JEXtBDcjWodQzuOU8539uVkqDJD5pVUi-yVLmMkmvyBlh/s1600-h/IMG_2847.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442662035662446034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6KtVMbDI4jq75aE9PMARft1gy9uZO8YUBqZbZj5yp6q4jZef_OGEp1Mos78maPefBsAQlKNFwDy41hS7UNGIYrc907GOwQ28JEXtBDcjWodQzuOU8539uVkqDJD5pVUi-yVLmMkmvyBlh/s320/IMG_2847.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128327037003482387noreply@blogger.com4