tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25950870785615129632024-03-13T04:18:46.841-06:00melissaannelissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.comBlogger220125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-86158814575765157022009-01-21T21:09:00.002-07:002009-01-21T21:20:27.377-07:00New blog!We've moved!<br /><br />Here's our new address:<br /><br /><a href="http://lissieanne.wordpress.com"><span style="font-size:180%;">http://lissieanne.wordpress.com</span></a><br /><br />Come visit!lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-53075116124448332902009-01-19T19:40:00.002-07:002009-01-19T19:40:49.216-07:00Please excuse...the blog. We're undergoing some changes. Just to shake it up a bit. Same ol' stuff here, just different background or layout perhaps. We'll see. :)lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-47772116990046488882009-01-19T09:49:00.003-07:002009-01-19T10:49:30.460-07:00The Adventures of OliviaSo, as usual, Olivia has been finding new ways to get herself into distress. What else is there for a damsel to do?<br /><br />Here's her latest:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SXS7Wq7GRUI/AAAAAAAADpw/x8vN4uY5QeQ/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SXS7Wq7GRUI/AAAAAAAADpw/x8vN4uY5QeQ/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293061460220855618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SXS7WOqDviI/AAAAAAAADpg/ycayAm1fNfc/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SXS7WOqDviI/AAAAAAAADpg/ycayAm1fNfc/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293061452633194018" border="0" /></a>How, you ask? NO idea. She did this while I was on the phone with Cameron who was on his way home from work. I had to have him hold on while I crawled onto Duncan's bed and arched my back in attempts to allow her to use my back as a step to start shimmying herself up (you have to be creative when you can't just climb up top and lift her out, pregnancy has it's issues, lol). Well this proved to be useless, I apparently wasn't tall enough for her to have a real footing on my back and she was still stuck.<br /><br />Laughing, I informed Cam and he told me I'd probably have to leave her for the next 5-7 minutes until he was able to finally get home and that he would come pull her out. That's when the shrieking started of, "MOOOOOOOOMMMMM! I have to go POTTY!"<br /><br />I did the math in my head and realized the amount of exertion it would take me to scale the ladder-less bunk bed and pull her out myself was probably equal to the amount of unhealthy stress I would be fuming later as I was scrubbing the wall, Duncan's bed, the trim and carpet below... not to mention whatever else happened to have been shoved under the bed in the last week or so, LOL.<br /><br />Needless to say, this thought process took a lot longer to type out then it did to act out. She ran to the bathroom afterwards and no one had any headache-inducing cleaning to do. Another day saved, lol. :)lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-13635304337659321302009-01-18T11:02:00.000-07:002009-01-18T11:03:52.288-07:00"Can I tell you my dream?'So this morning, at 6am, my children gleefully skip into my bedroom and my son pounces his fists on my mattress to bounce my head awake. I send Olivia to the bathroom, find my robe, and take them downstairs for breakfast.<br /><br />Meanwhile, Olivia has been begging me from before the second I opened my eyes, to please please please PLEASE let her tell me her dream.<br /><br />Finally, we make it downstairs, they sit at the table, I serve breakfast and I let her tell me her dream:<br /><br />Liv: "Well, Mom, did you know Papa was in my dream?" (Papa is my Dad.)<br /><br />Me: "No, he was?"<br /><br />Liv:"Yes, and he lived in Utah. What country do we live in?"<br /><br />Me: "America."<br /><br />Liv: "Noo... uhm... what state?"<br /><br />Me: "Utah."<br /><br />Liv: "Noo... uhm..."<br /><br />Me: "Are you trying to ask what city?" Olivia LOVES to hear what city she lives in. She continues to ask despite the fact that her little brain is much too competent to not have it memorized by now.<br /><br />Liv: "Yes!"<br /><br />Me: "West Jordan."<br /><br />Liv: "So Papa lived in West Jordan and Utah, and Sidney was in the bathroom, and she used WAAAAAAY too much toilet paper," Olivia has been known to have frequent and vivid bathroom dreams, i.e. The Black Toilet Dream.<br /><br />Me: "So, Sidney lived here too?"<br /><br />Liv: "Yes, and she went to the bathroom and used WAAAAAAY too much toilet paper. You went in there to help her flush the toilet and it was so unbelievable - the toilet FLUSHED YOU DOWN."<br /><br />Me: "Flushed me down? Why was I flushing for Sidney?"<br /><br />Liv: not pausing... "-- and it flushed you down, and the too much toilet paper, and it left puddles all over Papa's carpet. He was so angry because there were puddles all over his carpet and all over his house in Utah and he was not happy because of the mess."<br /><br />Me: "Wow. That's an interesting dream." Papa had a carpeted bathroom? What kind of sick "dream" house in Utah was Papa living in?<br /><br />Liv: "Yeah. I just wish I could have puddles in my house. I would like to jump in them. Can I have some milk?"<br /><br />Ahh... the mind of a 4-year-old.lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-69577631704195968442009-01-16T11:04:00.004-07:002009-01-16T11:12:23.471-07:00Snow Day!The day after Christmas we got some more snow.<br /><br />Just a little.<br /><br />So the boys went out to shovel in the cold, cold snow. But I had to share the cute photos. :) Even Woody joined in on the fun. :)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SXDNSr_ljyI/AAAAAAAADpQ/52Z3JjcTZTk/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SXDNSr_ljyI/AAAAAAAADpQ/52Z3JjcTZTk/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291955283091099426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SXDNhMbFurI/AAAAAAAADpY/twAXUykHQrY/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SXDNhMbFurI/AAAAAAAADpY/twAXUykHQrY/s400/DSC_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291955532314557106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SXDNSddQp6I/AAAAAAAADpI/vNU_DlsJBts/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SXDNSddQp6I/AAAAAAAADpI/vNU_DlsJBts/s400/DSC_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291955279189026722" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SXDNR6tj-YI/AAAAAAAADo4/-ztf4FFeETU/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SXDNR6tj-YI/AAAAAAAADo4/-ztf4FFeETU/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291955269862160770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SXDNRi6ah5I/AAAAAAAADow/X4xWypkcRWU/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SXDNRi6ah5I/AAAAAAAADow/X4xWypkcRWU/s400/DSC_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291955263473616786" border="0" /></a>lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-39322107327028677482009-01-15T11:18:00.002-07:002009-01-15T12:13:16.066-07:00O55 & D35: Starting AnewSo I've wavered, I've wobbled - all in all I've pretty much fallen flat on my face trying to get these newsletters started. But I know I need to do better. So I am going to do better.<br /><br />I've never been one for outspoken and obvious New Year's Resolutions and really anytime I h ave been it's about being healthier in order to lose a little weight, or being more organized in order to to... be more organized - all of which sort of just HAPPEN in January because I'm a nutcase. But mostly, being pregnant this time around, I happened to stop and think about non-physical resolutions. I wasn't going to start jogging (well, and then subsequently go into labor, lol) or eat less - by gosh darn it, I AM going to do newsletters!<br /><br />So I'm starting over strong in January of 2009 with a double whammy and a little dose left over from Christmas.<br /><br />You both grew so much last year, both physically and mentally. It's hard for me to even look at photographs of you and realize that you weren't always the size you are now. Last night, during my mini nesting session, I organized photos from earlier in your childhood(s) and was just blown away by how your sweet little faces were just basically now glued onto bigger bodies! Duncan will always be one of those kids that loses the "Who Is This Baby?" contest because he will look EXACTLY the same for the rest of his life. Olivia has changed enough that she could pass for an older sister of the said <span style="font-style: italic;">baby</span> in the photograph, possibly tricking some but not enough. The real giveaway would be a video of her incessant chattering, IDENTICAL to the incessant chattering that occurs every day.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SW-CIjYuvTI/AAAAAAAADoI/flg5Y8PDqgY/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SW-CIjYuvTI/AAAAAAAADoI/flg5Y8PDqgY/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291591170633153842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Olivia and her new purse from Mimi & Papa<br />Taken 12/25/2008 at the Wagners' Home<br /><br /></span></span></div>You were both fascinated again by the snow this year, despite it's late arrival, and begged to go out in the snow and play. I, of course, caved and allowed you to do so - only to be thanked by the hysterical crying faces of "It's COLD out there!" Gee. Perhaps that's why it's SNOWING.<br /><br />No matter how much I bundle you up, you both always manage to find a way to get cold or snow INTO your bundles and burst into hysterical crying spells beyond comforting. Duncan tends to be less emotional when he's interested in being outside. By the time he's bored or done, he figures, cry with Liv - we'll get a quicker response.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SW-DO8QAAjI/AAAAAAAADoQ/6JPncNl1Ynw/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SW-DO8QAAjI/AAAAAAAADoQ/6JPncNl1Ynw/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291592379898266162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Duncan and his new football from Mimi & Papa<br />Taken 12/25/2008 at the Wagners' Home<br /><br /></span></span></div>You're still doing very well playing together, we get a little over the top at times, but you're at the age where you easily entertain each other. Putting the crib up in your room has been an interesting adventure. You both refer to it as "Baby Rachael's Bed" and know the rules about using it to climb or scale other objects and comply fairly easily. It will be interesting to see if the addition of an actual BABY inside the crib will change that.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SW-EzN1AxeI/AAAAAAAADoY/g6rW8rPRd-8/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SW-EzN1AxeI/AAAAAAAADoY/g6rW8rPRd-8/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291594102603826658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Olivia, and her cousins Kyla (4 yrs) and Kortney (2 yrs)<br />(all eating Mimi's chocolate, lol)<br />Taken 12/25/2008 at the Wagners' Home<br /><br /></span></span></div>We went to IKEA over the weekend to pick out some things for your room and also to pick up the linens and things we wanted for the baby. Both of you were very excited to be able to see that Rachael was going to have matching linens and that we bought special curtains JUST for your ROOM! It's frustrating being in an apartment and not being able to paint. The whimsical animals that go along with the IKEA line we've picked for your room would be adorable on the wall. That's part of the reason that I love these curtains, they bring color AND fun little animals onto some very basic, boring, wall color.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SW-GXLe4caI/AAAAAAAADog/ivgO0dEkOzQ/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SW-GXLe4caI/AAAAAAAADog/ivgO0dEkOzQ/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291595819961053602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Duncan, and his cousins Zachary (10 mths) and Jordan (4 yrs)<br />(They were playing "drums" on the popcorn tins from Grandma Martha Wagner)<br />Taken 12/25/2008 at the Wagners' Home<br /><br /></span></span></div>It's so cute to see you with your baby cousins (who are rapidly racing towards their one year mark, hardly babies anymore!) and to see you making comparisons to Baby Rachael. Of course, it will also be interesting to see how disappointed you are when Rachael's not able to walk or play with the toys you've reserved for her withing 2 days of being born. Some things just take time and I'm curious to see how else you'll strive to play and connect with her. Rachael will be lucky, much like my sister Maddie, to be born into a family that not only has a Mom and Dad but also a big sister AND big brother - best of both worlds.<br /><br />Well that about wraps up this month's double newsletter. And you WILL be seeing more next month. Bet your bottom (Shrek: "Bet my bottom?!" Haha, inside 2-year-old joke...) dollar and more photos to accompany them.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SW-HTPFXuiI/AAAAAAAADoo/Tm6Hu8qQ690/s1600-h/DSC_0155.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SW-HTPFXuiI/AAAAAAAADoo/Tm6Hu8qQ690/s400/DSC_0155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291596851719944738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Duncan (2) & Olivia (4)<br />Christmas Eve<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Love you two</span>. :)<br /></div>lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-46227336165712541842009-01-14T11:59:00.003-07:002009-01-14T12:05:44.821-07:0035 weeksHere we are at 35 weeks. I remember thinking, it'll be so nice when I'm finally there.<br /><br />Now I'm here.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">35</span> weeks, wow.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SW43GevYXNI/AAAAAAAADoA/jdpuy77H9qo/s1600-h/2009_0113+35weeks.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SW43GevYXNI/AAAAAAAADoA/jdpuy77H9qo/s400/2009_0113+35weeks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291227196677446866" border="0" /></a>And guess what! Now that I've reached the ripe old age of 35 weeks, apparently, I'm starting to "LOOK" pregnant.<br /><br />Who'd'a thunk?lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-42492453518715474682009-01-12T19:13:00.006-07:002009-01-12T19:37:05.921-07:00Christmas Morning [part 2]Ohhh... must get these done! I've been lagging. Here are more, enjoy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv50EPEbVI/AAAAAAAADlY/MLIFSK7_V8s/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv50EPEbVI/AAAAAAAADlY/MLIFSK7_V8s/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290596860162239826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv5z4q23gI/AAAAAAAADlQ/rawXB3mXnLA/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv5z4q23gI/AAAAAAAADlQ/rawXB3mXnLA/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290596857057566210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv5zYqnJUI/AAAAAAAADlI/WX4mR8_3-Qg/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv5zYqnJUI/AAAAAAAADlI/WX4mR8_3-Qg/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290596848466601282" border="0" /></a>Here they are opening their presents that we were the most excited for. :) Woody and Jessie dolls! They love them. I've got some photos I'll post soon of Duncan and his Woody doll outside in the snow "shoveling with Daddy" - such a helper. :)<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv5zAoW5hI/AAAAAAAADlA/uQp0uS6feWI/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv5zAoW5hI/AAAAAAAADlA/uQp0uS6feWI/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290596842014696978" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv5yuzHLkI/AAAAAAAADk4/pIpcb8HmL-M/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv5yuzHLkI/AAAAAAAADk4/pIpcb8HmL-M/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290596837227966018" border="0" /></a>Honestly. How does he do it? Every time.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv6hbwzPhI/AAAAAAAADmA/KqqvXfsrfiM/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv6hbwzPhI/AAAAAAAADmA/KqqvXfsrfiM/s400/DSC_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290597639571848722" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv6hKbhaLI/AAAAAAAADl4/Qw6BNz35GIA/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv6hKbhaLI/AAAAAAAADl4/Qw6BNz35GIA/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290597634919196850" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv6g9l_ImI/AAAAAAAADlw/nv6mxVKC42s/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv6g9l_ImI/AAAAAAAADlw/nv6mxVKC42s/s400/DSC_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290597631473427042" border="0" /></a>Cameron apparently felt the need to take a photo of me directing wrapping paper disposal. Surprise surprise.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv6gllz1kI/AAAAAAAADlo/Mr2BtpCD0YQ/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv6gllz1kI/AAAAAAAADlo/Mr2BtpCD0YQ/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290597625030235714" border="0" /></a>More scrappy stuff! Yay! :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv6gBjVYzI/AAAAAAAADlg/rCfLxIROnHg/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv6gBjVYzI/AAAAAAAADlg/rCfLxIROnHg/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290597615356175154" border="0" /></a>Cam and his new slingshot monkey. :) He has too much fun with this one. Literally. ;)<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv7YD7u1GI/AAAAAAAADmo/8AVaZNBEUbE/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv7YD7u1GI/AAAAAAAADmo/8AVaZNBEUbE/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290598578068051042" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv7X84-T0I/AAAAAAAADmg/b9MrSjQEj8U/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv7X84-T0I/AAAAAAAADmg/b9MrSjQEj8U/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290598576177434434" border="0" /></a>Boots from Tanya! Thanks Tanya! (My first pair! Well, okay, besides the ones I wore in 2nd grade, pink cowboy boots with pink tassles... how about my first SANE pair of boots?)<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv7XmB9CuI/AAAAAAAADmY/JLNuYERUh7M/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv7XmB9CuI/AAAAAAAADmY/JLNuYERUh7M/s400/DSC_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290598570041084642" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv7XZw3VLI/AAAAAAAADmQ/jwFK7tmNhjw/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv7XZw3VLI/AAAAAAAADmQ/jwFK7tmNhjw/s400/DSC_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290598566748181682" border="0" /></a>Goldfish Crackers from Gma Bonnie and Gpa Bill! Thanks!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv7XHKA08I/AAAAAAAADmI/23qPCPDkyxQ/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv7XHKA08I/AAAAAAAADmI/23qPCPDkyxQ/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290598561753387970" border="0" /></a>More LOTR movies. :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv8SmilLUI/AAAAAAAADnQ/Jz3iKcX5gow/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv8SmilLUI/AAAAAAAADnQ/Jz3iKcX5gow/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290599583790214466" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv8SdRNSTI/AAAAAAAADnI/wZNK5U0ZgV4/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv8SdRNSTI/AAAAAAAADnI/wZNK5U0ZgV4/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290599581301426482" border="0" /></a>Olivia's "Sleeping Beauty" church dress from Gma Tanya! She LOVES it! Thanks!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv8SHfS03I/AAAAAAAADnA/MIB0y-ypeXs/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv8SHfS03I/AAAAAAAADnA/MIB0y-ypeXs/s400/DSC_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290599575454929778" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv8R6CaM3I/AAAAAAAADm4/5mZj3EFUeE8/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv8R6CaM3I/AAAAAAAADm4/5mZj3EFUeE8/s400/DSC_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290599571844117362" border="0" /></a>Duncan announcing "BOOTS!" as he pulled the gift out of the box, lol. From Gma Tanya, thanks! :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv8RcitpHI/AAAAAAAADmw/XkUGPDl-oVc/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv8RcitpHI/AAAAAAAADmw/XkUGPDl-oVc/s400/DSC_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290599563926545522" border="0" /></a>Daddy and his BIG present. :)<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv8uJ338kI/AAAAAAAADng/kGputXfizcs/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv8uJ338kI/AAAAAAAADng/kGputXfizcs/s400/DSC_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290600057131233858" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv8tzau_cI/AAAAAAAADnY/bkFCxu3r7Do/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWv8tzau_cI/AAAAAAAADnY/bkFCxu3r7Do/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290600051103432130" border="0" /></a>Craftsman Tool chest! :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Wow, okay - Christmas morning is done. :-P Phew!<br /><br />Back to more normal blogging tomorrow!<br /></div></div>lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-62644878185688216702009-01-06T11:10:00.013-07:002009-01-08T10:52:26.992-07:00Christmas Morning [part 1]Here they are... there are a LOT. :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOgvXnsA4I/AAAAAAAADhY/UKDqeleoQzg/s1600-h/DSC_0178.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOgvXnsA4I/AAAAAAAADhY/UKDqeleoQzg/s400/DSC_0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288247123117867906" border="0" /></a>Waking up to see Santa Presents and inspecting the leftover cookie crumbs and milk.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOgvKtZMTI/AAAAAAAADhQ/Rh8riEbTs3Y/s1600-h/DSC_0181.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOgvKtZMTI/AAAAAAAADhQ/Rh8riEbTs3Y/s400/DSC_0181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288247119652139314" border="0" /></a>Duncan's present from Santa: Don't Wake Hulk<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(same idea as Don't Wake Daddy)</span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOguls4FZI/AAAAAAAADhI/AAcjb3kLAew/s1600-h/DSC_0182.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOguls4FZI/AAAAAAAADhI/AAcjb3kLAew/s400/DSC_0182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288247109717857682" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOgunMRCFI/AAAAAAAADhA/Lgmmm6NfOaI/s1600-h/DSC_0184.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOgunMRCFI/AAAAAAAADhA/Lgmmm6NfOaI/s400/DSC_0184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288247110117951570" border="0" /></a>Olivia's Santa present: Cinderella's Enchanted Slipper Game<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(VERY princess...)</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOguH5ke1I/AAAAAAAADg4/f4ARh_JPYwM/s1600-h/DSC_0186.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOguH5ke1I/AAAAAAAADg4/f4ARh_JPYwM/s400/DSC_0186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288247101718035282" border="0" /></a>Wall stickers for the both of them, Liv's: Princess, Dunk's: Cars.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOhxygLjpI/AAAAAAAADiA/7ujk9iCaAow/s1600-h/DSC_0187.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOhxygLjpI/AAAAAAAADiA/7ujk9iCaAow/s400/DSC_0187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288248264205504146" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOhxFPE9EI/AAAAAAAADh4/uNiLqzVIN9s/s1600-h/DSC_0188.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOhxFPE9EI/AAAAAAAADh4/uNiLqzVIN9s/s400/DSC_0188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288248252054172738" border="0" /></a>Daddy's first gift<br />(note the strategic box and then paper placement to avoid being photographed?)<br />JIGSAW, woo hoo. :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOhwxFOrXI/AAAAAAAADhw/QxW_9CT-bog/s1600-h/DSC_0189.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOhwxFOrXI/AAAAAAAADhw/QxW_9CT-bog/s400/DSC_0189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288248246644157810" border="0" /></a>Mommy opening "The Lord of the Rings". Yay!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOhwIjiVgI/AAAAAAAADho/hvT_UbUFOTI/s1600-h/DSC_0192.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOhwIjiVgI/AAAAAAAADho/hvT_UbUFOTI/s400/DSC_0192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288248235765421570" border="0" /></a>Duncan's gift from Aunt Laura!<br />He LOVES this blanket, nice and soft<br />- it even matches their bed linens, way to go!<br />Thanks Aunt Laura. :)<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOhuO9RgeI/AAAAAAAADhg/N0q2vZT7mbY/s1600-h/DSC_0193.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOhuO9RgeI/AAAAAAAADhg/N0q2vZT7mbY/s400/DSC_0193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288248203124244962" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOjPuMsT_I/AAAAAAAADio/6YobmPp6BuM/s1600-h/DSC_0195.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOjPuMsT_I/AAAAAAAADio/6YobmPp6BuM/s400/DSC_0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288249877957726194" border="0" /></a>Olivia's gift from Aunt Laura<br />- she calls it her "Mermaid Blanket" because<br />"it looks like flowers underwater".<br />Thanks Aunt Laura! :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOjO6jdxCI/AAAAAAAADig/v6W_vu_dgK4/s1600-h/DSC_0196.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOjO6jdxCI/AAAAAAAADig/v6W_vu_dgK4/s400/DSC_0196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288249864094598178" border="0" /></a>Cameron and his Woodcraft gift from Dad<br />Thanks Dad!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOjOiPBPgI/AAAAAAAADiY/cf9XHmAvGKg/s1600-h/DSC_0197.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOjOiPBPgI/AAAAAAAADiY/cf9XHmAvGKg/s400/DSC_0197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288249857566391810" border="0" /></a>Olivia's present from Gma Cole, a matching puzzle!<br />She's getting very good at matching the words with the pictures.<br />Loves it, thanks Gma!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOjOOxGhHI/AAAAAAAADiQ/xYnUKgFtNU0/s1600-h/DSC_0198.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOjOOxGhHI/AAAAAAAADiQ/xYnUKgFtNU0/s400/DSC_0198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288249852340634738" border="0" /></a>Duncan and his not-yet-unwrapped Lincoln Logs Set from Mommy and Daddy. :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOjN0w-WwI/AAAAAAAADiI/xvR8yhqf2dU/s1600-h/DSC_0201.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWOjN0w-WwI/AAAAAAAADiI/xvR8yhqf2dU/s400/DSC_0201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288249845360777986" border="0" /></a>Daddy's new tool set... not sure what it's even called... but I did buy it and he liked it, LOL. :)<br />Works, right?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYmT3ao5WI/AAAAAAAADi4/uGjoTSbW5gw/s1600-h/DSC_0203.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYmT3ao5WI/AAAAAAAADi4/uGjoTSbW5gw/s400/DSC_0203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288956935128278370" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYmSefCCXI/AAAAAAAADiw/0GxhUnHjL34/s1600-h/DSC_0205.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYmSefCCXI/AAAAAAAADiw/0GxhUnHjL34/s400/DSC_0205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288956911255947634" border="0" /></a>Duncan's Cars book from Gma Bonnie and Gpa Bill!<br />Thank you!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYnNIx9g1I/AAAAAAAADjg/I3t3StsPhf8/s1600-h/DSC_0206.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYnNIx9g1I/AAAAAAAADjg/I3t3StsPhf8/s400/DSC_0206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288957919042044754" border="0" /></a>Another post-preggo shirt from Aero, yay!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYnMfQgNlI/AAAAAAAADjY/aQpc_QI2c_8/s1600-h/DSC_0208.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYnMfQgNlI/AAAAAAAADjY/aQpc_QI2c_8/s400/DSC_0208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288957907895858770" border="0" /></a>CANDYLAND! I was so excited to get this, I could hardly stand it. This was a gift I definitely didn't see coming because Cam can't stand the game, LOL. I'm so glad we can add it to our collection though. :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYnJpm589I/AAAAAAAADjQ/PMBgBUM9r0U/s1600-h/DSC_0210.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYnJpm589I/AAAAAAAADjQ/PMBgBUM9r0U/s400/DSC_0210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288957859134567378" border="0" /></a>DVDs for the kids, Monsters Inc. for D, and The Little Mermaid for Liv.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYnJZTL44I/AAAAAAAADjI/MlxTBbUg7ps/s1600-h/DSC_0211.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYnJZTL44I/AAAAAAAADjI/MlxTBbUg7ps/s400/DSC_0211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288957854756889474" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYnGQa6VhI/AAAAAAAADjA/S17ujvNWftk/s1600-h/DSC_0212.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYnGQa6VhI/AAAAAAAADjA/S17ujvNWftk/s400/DSC_0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288957800833766930" border="0" /></a>Liv's gift from Papa - GYRO WHEEL!<br />She's a pro now, you should see her. That is when Daddy or Duncan haven't swiped it for themselves, lol. :)<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYoVOGiChI/AAAAAAAADkI/MTyX8jlJp7U/s1600-h/DSC_0213.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYoVOGiChI/AAAAAAAADkI/MTyX8jlJp7U/s400/DSC_0213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288959157421083154" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYoU83a4fI/AAAAAAAADkA/P1lcixUoTVQ/s1600-h/DSC_0214.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYoU83a4fI/AAAAAAAADkA/P1lcixUoTVQ/s400/DSC_0214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288959152794296818" border="0" /></a>Duncan got Gumby and Pokey from Papa! He loves them, Thanks Papa!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYoRu_OLHI/AAAAAAAADj4/crcEwWtVofg/s1600-h/DSC_0215.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYoRu_OLHI/AAAAAAAADj4/crcEwWtVofg/s400/DSC_0215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288959097529314418" border="0" /></a>The Elf going under the tree for more presents.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYoP8e89ZI/AAAAAAAADjw/IvjO7uyvMgw/s1600-h/DSC_0217.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYoP8e89ZI/AAAAAAAADjw/IvjO7uyvMgw/s400/DSC_0217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288959066792326546" border="0" /></a>Yay, Coluzzle Alphabet!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYoNtqMu8I/AAAAAAAADjo/mydAC0-C0Wo/s1600-h/DSC_0219.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYoNtqMu8I/AAAAAAAADjo/mydAC0-C0Wo/s400/DSC_0219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288959028453227458" border="0" /></a>Gma made Patriotic gifts this year in honor of my cousin's husband, Sam.<br />Ours is great! Thanks Gma!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYplnMyElI/AAAAAAAADkw/GThth0QXj5Q/s1600-h/DSC_0224.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYplnMyElI/AAAAAAAADkw/GThth0QXj5Q/s400/DSC_0224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288960538547720786" border="0" /></a>More presents for Mommy from Daddy.<br />(He kept having the kids bring them in groups, lol.)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYpj2vqnWI/AAAAAAAADko/G4x_9cLeHVY/s1600-h/DSC_0225.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYpj2vqnWI/AAAAAAAADko/G4x_9cLeHVY/s400/DSC_0225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288960508360826210" border="0" /></a>Duncan opening his puzzle from Gma Cole, like Livy's but opposites to match instead! :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYphz-4MOI/AAAAAAAADkg/9KfhiyWtt6o/s1600-h/DSC_0227.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYphz-4MOI/AAAAAAAADkg/9KfhiyWtt6o/s400/DSC_0227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288960473259585762" border="0" /></a>Olivia's ribbiting frog from Gma Bonnie & Gpa Bill, thanks! :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYpe8RsgII/AAAAAAAADkY/tjYyjYqzKTo/s1600-h/DSC_0229.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYpe8RsgII/AAAAAAAADkY/tjYyjYqzKTo/s400/DSC_0229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288960423946387586" border="0" /></a>Another DVD for Duncan, Jungle Book!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYpdFj7qlI/AAAAAAAADkQ/uav92E4F2rI/s1600-h/DSC_0231.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SWYpdFj7qlI/AAAAAAAADkQ/uav92E4F2rI/s400/DSC_0231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288960392079059538" border="0" /></a>Olivia's Princess Book from Gma Bonnie & Gpa Bill! Thanks! :)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">More tomorrow!</span><br /></div>lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-58412697854933992472009-01-04T09:46:00.003-07:002009-01-05T13:47:40.290-07:00David Bowman Contest, very neat idea!<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">ETA: The contest has ended! Thanks David for such a fun idea and giveaway!</span><br /><br />You can see this blog for more info! :) <a href="http://trying2staycalm.blogspot.com/">http://trying2staycalm.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br />I wanted to share these beautiful pictures and what the artist has to say about each one of them! You can ALL win a FREE signed 8x10 print of your choice (out of the three prints), by copying and posting to your blog or website this whole post! After you post then send an e-mail to David (contact@bowman-art.com) with your website or blog address telling him you posted it and that you read about this offer on my blog. Also send him your name and mailing address and he will send your signed 8x10 print of your choice :)<br /><br /><a href="http://bowman-art.com/indexFineart.htm">David Bowman</a>: has had a passion for art ever since he could pick up a pencil. He loves creating images of the Savior that inspire and uplift. Along with his Christian fine art, David has also written and illustrated a series of scripture storybooks for children titled "Who's Your Hero". Check out his website at <a href="http://bowman-art.com/indexFineart.htm">www.bowman-art.com</a> to see more of his precious art.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIoQ5FtrfWY/SVkRKVNksQI/AAAAAAAAAZg/aXLDv5qea48/s1600-h/innocence.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QIoQ5FtrfWY/SVkRKVNksQI/AAAAAAAAAZg/aXLDv5qea48/s400/innocence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285274506886426882" border="0" /></a><br />"Innocence"<br />The Savior tells us we need to become as little children to inherit the kingdom of God. I've often wondered what it is about little children Jesus loves most, and I think its their innocence. They are clean slates, seeing the world and others through untarnished eyes. Their hearts are pure, without the baggage of cynicism and self-doubt. In this piece, I've tried to imagine how a child would act upon meeting the Master for the first time. Without reservation or inhibition, I think he would simply want to play with Him. He would be at complete ease, allowing his pure little heart to soak in the love and laughter of His pure, infinite heart. Its no wonder Christ delights in these little ones and sets them up to be our examples.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIoQ5FtrfWY/SVkRfoQGXgI/AAAAAAAAAZo/LNkO8DZjcOE/s1600-h/security.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIoQ5FtrfWY/SVkRfoQGXgI/AAAAAAAAAZo/LNkO8DZjcOE/s400/security.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285274872774548994" border="0" /></a><br />"Security"<br />One of the greatest human needs is a sense of security. In all aspects of life, we naturally gravitate towards anything that makes us feel safe. In this piece, I wanted to convey a sense of complete peace and calm like only the Savior can provide. It's a security that allows us to rest assured, without fear or worry, when we put ourselves trustingly in His arms. Little children have that inherent kind of trust in their parents, so it's fitting that the man and girl who modeled for "Security" are actually father and daughter. They generated<br />the exact feel I was looking for.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIoQ5FtrfWY/SVkTTw_TlgI/AAAAAAAAAZw/GzYQxgCT-gc/s1600-h/my+child.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QIoQ5FtrfWY/SVkTTw_TlgI/AAAAAAAAAZw/GzYQxgCT-gc/s400/my+child.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285276867984856578" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"My Child"<br />This piece conveys an intimate, up-close-and-personal feeling of the Savior's love. Notice how all the lines draw your attention and point towards Jesus' face in the center. I chose the name "My Child" because the only thing that could compare (even remotely) to Christ's compassion for us is the love of a parent for his/her child. This image is also intended to put things in perspective. Above all, we are God's children first. He allows us the privilege of experiencing parenthood for ourselves and we are entrusted to be the mothers and fathers of His children here on earth.<br /><br />Love them! Visit <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.bowman-art.com">www.bowman-art.com</a> to see more!lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-91148203027062860312008-12-31T12:36:00.002-07:002009-01-08T10:51:44.302-07:00"33" weeksMy photo will be taken either this afternoon or tonight, but this is just a short note.<br /><br />Guess who's 33 weeks and 1 day and measuring in at at LEAST 34 weeks but closer to 35?<br /><br />Ugh.<br /><br />I don't want to guess.<br /><br />Photo later.lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-6140187430212400092008-12-30T08:02:00.006-07:002008-12-30T08:27:21.382-07:00Christmas EVE!Okay, well, as you can guess - we have a LOT of photos. I figured I'd start with Christmas Eve. :)<br /><br />Enjoy!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo40FVUpcI/AAAAAAAADfQ/ywX9MirgJ9Y/s1600-h/DSC_0154.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo40FVUpcI/AAAAAAAADfQ/ywX9MirgJ9Y/s400/DSC_0154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285599580108662210" border="0" /></a>Liv, after sampling the cookies Mommy deemed: Reindeer Chips.<br />(I was NOT happy with the outcome.<br />I used to be able to bake... then I moved to Utah. UGH.)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo4z3vRrdI/AAAAAAAADfI/-WOtxS3s3_8/s1600-h/DSC_0155.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo4z3vRrdI/AAAAAAAADfI/-WOtxS3s3_8/s400/DSC_0155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285599576459423186" border="0" /></a>Merry Christmas!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo4zpN4oeI/AAAAAAAADfA/ZOiH9zoT4ec/s1600-h/DSC_0157.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo4zpN4oeI/AAAAAAAADfA/ZOiH9zoT4ec/s400/DSC_0157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285599572561273314" border="0" /></a>Loving... and choking apparently, lol.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo4zUJDtzI/AAAAAAAADe4/48MXRFIvVEM/s1600-h/DSC_0159.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo4zUJDtzI/AAAAAAAADe4/48MXRFIvVEM/s400/DSC_0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285599566903883570" border="0" /></a>Our Christmas Tree<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo4y2m22tI/AAAAAAAADew/00iPOeHMgBk/s1600-h/DSC_0160.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo4y2m22tI/AAAAAAAADew/00iPOeHMgBk/s400/DSC_0160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285599558975806162" border="0" /></a>Anxiously awaiting Daddy to finish doing dishes so we can open a present. (Yes, I told him he didn't have to do them, it was Christmas Eve afterall but if you know him, you know how stubborn he is...)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo5zENCxLI/AAAAAAAADf4/56ajbF-N6m4/s1600-h/DSC_0163.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo5zENCxLI/AAAAAAAADf4/56ajbF-N6m4/s400/DSC_0163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285600662137259186" border="0" /></a>Duncan's Christmas Eve Present:<br />Mickey Mouse Clubhouse Puzzle!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo5xmPjvDI/AAAAAAAADfw/nkYBB_7jn0k/s1600-h/DSC_0166.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo5xmPjvDI/AAAAAAAADfw/nkYBB_7jn0k/s400/DSC_0166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285600636914875442" border="0" /></a>Olivia's Christmas Eve Present:<br />My Friends Tigger & Pooh Puzzle!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo5tglxRhI/AAAAAAAADfo/sXPWA4ezRG4/s1600-h/DSC_0167.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo5tglxRhI/AAAAAAAADfo/sXPWA4ezRG4/s400/DSC_0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285600566677947922" border="0" /></a>Opening my gift.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo5tR44_QI/AAAAAAAADfg/W6L3r81wxTk/s1600-h/DSC_0173.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo5tR44_QI/AAAAAAAADfg/W6L3r81wxTk/s400/DSC_0173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285600562731613442" border="0" /></a>(Weird belly shot...?)<br />Melissa's Christmas Eve Present:<br />Purple Post-Pregnancy Polo<br />(Haha, look at that alliteration... I'm a on a roll!)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo5svKJblI/AAAAAAAADfY/fE3Fv3dzTd8/s1600-h/DSC_0172.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo5svKJblI/AAAAAAAADfY/fE3Fv3dzTd8/s400/DSC_0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285600553408753234" border="0" /></a>Duncan, already having opened his puzzle,<br />going to town and building a "looooooooong puzzle".<br />They had a lot of fun with those that night, lol. :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo6rJHrJmI/AAAAAAAADgI/0qkgnw2YiGk/s1600-h/DSC_0174.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo6rJHrJmI/AAAAAAAADgI/0qkgnw2YiGk/s400/DSC_0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285601625529591394" border="0" /></a>Cam blocking the camera on his turn to open his gift.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo6qr5tSqI/AAAAAAAADgA/VGlK7sNz7-Y/s1600-h/DSC_0175.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVo6qr5tSqI/AAAAAAAADgA/VGlK7sNz7-Y/s400/DSC_0175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285601617686383266" border="0" /></a>Cameron's Christmas Eve Present:<br />An ORANGE-ISH (not red, not normal orange, HA!) Polo!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">A POLO! Yeah, our Christmas Eve presents we deemed to be the same (and ones we already knew we were getting - we picked them out together while in Lincoln City) and not terribly exciting. I think we both wanted to save the fun presents for Christmas morning. :) And the kids' gifts we had to make sure it was something low-key but able to be played with a little before bed. Oh the choices... :)<br /><br />Hope you enjoyed the photos... <span style="font-style: italic;">Christmas tomorrow!</span><br /></div></div>lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-11448152439962239372008-12-29T09:03:00.004-07:002008-12-29T09:21:56.532-07:0032 weeks and 1 day!Yeah... so this is basically outdated, LOL, considering I'm 33 weeks tomorrow and hopefully will remember to take another photo. :)<br /><br /> Sorry for the late response. I actually uploaded these Christmas day, I think? But we were in and out of power for the night before Christmas, Christmas morning, I'm sure parts of the day, and a HUGE chunk of the day on the day after Christmas. Multiple reasons, all related to snow. The last related to someone slamming into a pole and turning out who-knows-how-many-people's lights and heat for half the day.<br /><br />Anywho, here's the shot. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVj35nHwHUI/AAAAAAAADeo/k_m7coqSVNo/s1600-h/2008_1224+32weeks+1day.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVj35nHwHUI/AAAAAAAADeo/k_m7coqSVNo/s400/2008_1224+32weeks+1day.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285246731845377346" border="0" /></a>lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-26648090864373286262008-12-24T09:39:00.008-07:002008-12-24T11:59:51.289-07:00O53-54: Olivia - Christmas Photo SpecialWell, due to my lack of ability to keep up with Newsletters, I'm carrying on nonetheless. And with the Christmas spirit! This is your mini Christmas Photo Special, Liv. :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Christmas 2004</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJpLy8Es7I/AAAAAAAADco/WXgpBjcNgqQ/s1600-h/05.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJpLy8Es7I/AAAAAAAADco/WXgpBjcNgqQ/s400/05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283400964232229810" border="0" /></a>Your very first Christmas was at your Gma Bonnie's house. We lived there at the time and you were SO cute. :) You still are cute, but MAN you were cute when you were a baby. And you didn't fuss when I did you hair (the little I could do to it) that helped with the cute factor seeing as now you act as if I'm sawing off a limb each time I reach for the brush...<br /><br />Regardless, you were cute. This was in front of the tree wearing your Christmas dress, you had just gotten your photo taken with Santa at Clackamas Town Center for the first time. You did very well for a baby, I've seen (and I was) much much worse. :) They even gave you a tiny tree when you were done!<br /></div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJpLm5vWII/AAAAAAAADcg/dexay9U6Bs0/s1600-h/s2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJpLm5vWII/AAAAAAAADcg/dexay9U6Bs0/s400/s2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283400961001216130" border="0" /></a>Here's the Santa shot. No, you weren't smiling. But, hey - you weren't screaming! And for a baby, that's an accomplishment. I was very proud of you and you were SO cute. It was a great First Christmas shot. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJpLacV6zI/AAAAAAAADcY/T5sWtwpyc8k/s1600-h/23.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJpLacV6zI/AAAAAAAADcY/T5sWtwpyc8k/s400/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283400957656689458" border="0" /></a>On Christmas Eve the tradition has always been that we open one of our gifts. This was started partially because your Pa's (My mother's father, your great-grandfather) birthday IS on December 25th! Growing up they used to open all their Christmas presents on Christmas Eve, they'd wait for it to get dark and go to town! Christmas morning, Santa would have filled their stockings, and it was Pa's birthday!<br /><br />So when I was growing up, we began opening just one gift on Christmas Eve night and when I had you, I passed it along as well.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJpLIz9z4I/AAAAAAAADcQ/Bj05rguEY8I/s1600-h/07.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJpLIz9z4I/AAAAAAAADcQ/Bj05rguEY8I/s400/07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283400952923934594" border="0" /></a>Here we are in front of the fireplace at Gma Bonnie's house. This was on Christmas Eve as well after you had gotten in your Christmas PJs from Mimi (my mom). You gave a good smile and it ended up being a favorite from that year. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJpKvuEHdI/AAAAAAAADcI/8kziFxlIgBU/s1600-h/36.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJpKvuEHdI/AAAAAAAADcI/8kziFxlIgBU/s400/36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283400946188295634" border="0" /></a>This was one of the shots that was taken while opening gifts, you were so funny and excited to see all the boxes and paper and bows, probably more excited than you were for the gifts. :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Christmas 2005</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJxqOCjW_I/AAAAAAAADdQ/sDiuTcT-xBg/s1600-h/livgmacdress1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJxqOCjW_I/AAAAAAAADdQ/sDiuTcT-xBg/s400/livgmacdress1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283410282996259826" border="0" /></a>Your Grandma Cole (my father's mother, your great-grandma) sent you this beautiful dress for Christmas and you looked so darling in it I had you stand on the coffee table for photos, lol. I wasn't as able to follow you around that year as I was about 8 months pregnant with Duncan but I couldn't resist. :)<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJxp6peHjI/AAAAAAAADdI/cru9mvQ8RRY/s1600-h/Livxmastree2005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJxp6peHjI/AAAAAAAADdI/cru9mvQ8RRY/s400/Livxmastree2005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283410277790785074" border="0" /></a>This is the closest I got to a Christmas "Santa" photo for this year. Grammy (my mother's mother - your other great-grandma) made this dress for you in a beautiful blue. You looked wonderful in it. While we didn't get a Santa picture, having you next to the tree was just as sweet. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJxplIFBMI/AAAAAAAADdA/zGSuMHDsyfs/s1600-h/Christmas+066.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJxplIFBMI/AAAAAAAADdA/zGSuMHDsyfs/s400/Christmas+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283410272013583554" border="0" /></a>Christmas Day we went to both Gma Bonnie & Gpa Bill's house and Papa and Gma Tanya's house to celebrate. You were still so little and you loved running around amongst all the noise and busy Aunts and Uncles.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJxpQ1_ecI/AAAAAAAADc4/ugsj2K0JmHI/s1600-h/Christmas+064.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJxpQ1_ecI/AAAAAAAADc4/ugsj2K0JmHI/s400/Christmas+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283410266569013698" border="0" /></a>Here you are with Papa and Gma Tanya (my parents) during our Christmas dinner? lunch? I can't remember... I think it was a lunch.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJxpCapBkI/AAAAAAAADcw/uX93rcjBvH0/s1600-h/Christmas+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJxpCapBkI/AAAAAAAADcw/uX93rcjBvH0/s400/Christmas+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283410262696199746" border="0" /></a>And, of course, your favorite activity for almost anywhere you went. A calculator.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Christmas 2006</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJ8duCTAcI/AAAAAAAADd4/XIoWOjM1Vkk/s1600-h/100_0061.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJ8duCTAcI/AAAAAAAADd4/XIoWOjM1Vkk/s400/100_0061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283422162874728898" border="0" /></a>We spent Christmas 2006 with Daddy in Utah! It was your first real trip anywhere that you would remember and you had a lot of fun.<br /><br />But - first, we had a lot to do before we left. The above photo was from visiting Papa and Gma Tanya to open some presents at their house. Here you are with your first one, smiling away. It's so weird to me how old you look here compared to the previous year. You had grown up a lot. :) (I also love your little white and pink Nikes in this shot, you loved wearing them and they were so cute on you. Gma Bonnie bought them for you and you came home wearing them, they were SO cute!)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJ8dStQ2KI/AAAAAAAADdw/I3lC9GkBQOI/s1600-h/100_0136.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJ8dStQ2KI/AAAAAAAADdw/I3lC9GkBQOI/s400/100_0136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283422155538749602" border="0" /></a>We also stopped off at Grammy & Pa's house in McMinnville. This was your Christmas Dress that Grammy made for you this year. The only good shot I got of you in it was this one in front of Grammy & Pa's tree. You would dart out of the way... made it a little difficult. :) I regret not taking off the pink socks...<br /><br />Here's a video of one of the days we were there and waiting for Daddy to get off of work:<br /><br /><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-07448489901588826 visible ontop" href="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2622435&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=00ADEF&fullscreen=1"></a><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-07448489901588826 visible ontop" href="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2622435&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=00ADEF&fullscreen=1"></a><object width="400" height="302"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2622435&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=00ADEF&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2622435&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=00ADEF&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="302"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/2622435">The Aunties Taught Me This!</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user481685">Melissa Wagner</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJ8c1S_RjI/AAAAAAAADdo/wtMMrta02AY/s1600-h/100_0264.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJ8c1S_RjI/AAAAAAAADdo/wtMMrta02AY/s400/100_0264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283422147643917874" border="0" /></a>While in Utah we stayed with Grandma Cole in her apartment by Capitol Hill in Salt Lake City. She left to spend Christmas with my Aunt Laurie and Uncle Wes in Neola, UT before Christmas day. So we had a little more early gift opening so Grandma Cole could be there when you opened your gifts from her. You were so excited to get this Dolly and quilt that she had made for you. Though you didn't quite understand who had given it to you... check out this video:<br /><br /><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-07448489901588826 visible ontop" href="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2622441&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=00ADEF&fullscreen=1"></a><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-07448489901588826 visible ontop" href="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2622441&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=00ADEF&fullscreen=1"></a><object width="400" height="302"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2622441&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=00ADEF&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2622441&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=00ADEF&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="302"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/2622441">From SANTA!</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user481685">Melissa Wagner</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJ8cj56npI/AAAAAAAADdg/tTidq35yHLU/s1600-h/100_0383.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJ8cj56npI/AAAAAAAADdg/tTidq35yHLU/s400/100_0383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283422142975352466" border="0" /></a>We were able to get a family shot this year of the four of us at Temple Square in downtown Salt Lake. It was so beautiful and lit up everywhere. Unfortunately, the person who we asked to take the photo ended up taking one with the camera focused on all the lights! It still turned out okay and we were happy to have a family shot. :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJ8b6EBIvI/AAAAAAAADdY/8p3nI3nN4Ds/s1600-h/100_0402.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVJ8b6EBIvI/AAAAAAAADdY/8p3nI3nN4Ds/s400/100_0402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283422131743433458" border="0" /></a>You and Duncan always had so much fun with Daddy, especially at this age. I love this shot that I took of the three of you the morning that we were to fly back home to Oregon.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Christmas 2007</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVKBp8LNVNI/AAAAAAAADeg/-qqPH4Ttitk/s1600-h/100_1560.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVKBp8LNVNI/AAAAAAAADeg/-qqPH4Ttitk/s400/100_1560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283427870386771154" border="0" /></a>That year we went to see the lights again and Daddy took this cute shot of the three of us. I wish we would have been able to go this year, but, being 8 months pregnant with Rachael this year it didn't end up working out, too much walking without bringing on contractions. We will definitely go next year though. :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVKBpicNloI/AAAAAAAADeY/ABEHMbiHgM4/s1600-h/100_1569.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVKBpicNloI/AAAAAAAADeY/ABEHMbiHgM4/s400/100_1569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283427863478769282" border="0" /></a>You and Daddy made Jello shapes on Christmas Eve and had a GREAT time eating them up. While I didn't participate in the eating I took photos and you and Duncan "taste tested" enough to feed an entire country.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVKBpSuhA6I/AAAAAAAADeQ/yttrSl3zmNo/s1600-h/100_1581.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVKBpSuhA6I/AAAAAAAADeQ/yttrSl3zmNo/s400/100_1581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283427859260572578" border="0" /></a>This is the first Christmas AFTER the big hair cut. Can you tell? (I mean apart from the fact that you look like a muppet...) Nonetheless, you were cute as a button and VERY excited to open your Christmas Eve gift. :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVKBpOxJ2cI/AAAAAAAADeI/xj2S1ZgTtn0/s1600-h/100_1595.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVKBpOxJ2cI/AAAAAAAADeI/xj2S1ZgTtn0/s400/100_1595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283427858197895618" border="0" /></a>And, of course, Christmas morning! Duncan was still asleep. You were stoked beyond belief to have found that Santa left you and Duncan a Dora and Boots table and chairs! And look! The milk is gone and the cookies were eaten! Such excitement!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVKBotfJGEI/AAAAAAAADeA/YculKy9pD2I/s1600-h/S5000830-3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SVKBotfJGEI/AAAAAAAADeA/YculKy9pD2I/s400/S5000830-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283427849263978562" border="0" /></a>Later that day we went over to Mimi & Papa's (daddy's parents) house for a Christmas meal and more presents opening. Mimi took this photo of the four of us.<br /><br />You saw both the Macey's Santa and the RC Willey Santa for Christmas of 2007, but I can't find either scanned version on the computer. I'll have to find the hard copies and scan them in when I get a chance. Regardless, there are a lot of good ones here. :)<br /><br />Good memories, good Christmases, and - most of the time - a good girl! ;) We're looking forward to this Christmas and the many Christmases to come. :)<br /></div></div>lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-37502554028648786952008-12-22T09:30:00.008-07:002008-12-23T10:44:00.930-07:00Our Trip // November 29: Our Last DaySaturday was our last day in Lincoln City with Dad and Tanya and the rest of the family. We had so much fun being in Oregon and adding the beach to it was even better. :) Not to mention the killer good turkey Tanya made for us for Thanksgiving on Thursday! Way to go Stom! ;)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_CgdRUzkI/AAAAAAAADaA/xIFC0zl36NY/s1600-h/5+dad+making+breakfast+on+the+last+day.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_CgdRUzkI/AAAAAAAADaA/xIFC0zl36NY/s400/5+dad+making+breakfast+on+the+last+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282654750797778498" border="0" /></a>That morning Dad made breakfast. I think he felt guilty for all the cereal eating going on. But we didn't mind, and breakfast was fantastic. :) Thanks, Dad!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_CgFRvWJI/AAAAAAAADZ4/7onUhmOyXJ4/s1600-h/6+maddie,+d,+liv,+brin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_CgFRvWJI/AAAAAAAADZ4/7onUhmOyXJ4/s400/6+maddie,+d,+liv,+brin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282654744357066898" border="0" /></a>The kids playing with the Aunties.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_Cf-ibVvI/AAAAAAAADZw/_VlQOMUy_JM/s1600-h/7+mel,+cam,+d,+sid,+liv,+tess,+maddie,+dad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_Cf-ibVvI/AAAAAAAADZw/_VlQOMUy_JM/s400/7+mel,+cam,+d,+sid,+liv,+tess,+maddie,+dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282654742548010738" border="0" /></a>The normal gathering around the table for a Cole Card game.<br />(One of the two photos of me the whole trip.)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Grandma Cole brought a Gingerbread House Kit with her and we got to put it together. Here are some photos. :)</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_CeDcUFZI/AAAAAAAADZg/ZSbhdVKxrj8/s1600-h/11+liv,+d,+me,+sid,+cam,+gingerbread+house.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_CeDcUFZI/AAAAAAAADZg/ZSbhdVKxrj8/s400/11+liv,+d,+me,+sid,+cam,+gingerbread+house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282654709504808338" border="0" /></a>Yeah. So we're kind of anal when it comes to "fun holiday activities". We took over, lol.<br />(Oh WOW, the 2nd photo of me.)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_CeemYNYI/AAAAAAAADZo/oWRLWJGNVNc/s1600-h/10+liv+and+dunc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_CeemYNYI/AAAAAAAADZo/oWRLWJGNVNc/s400/10+liv+and+dunc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282654716794779010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">All above photos and captions, directly on photos, done by Sherry</span><span style="font-style: italic;">! Thanks!</span></span><br />The kids "helping" with house decorating. (Note the full cheeks.)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_IGGNj5mI/AAAAAAAADao/XillfgQVY8Q/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_IGGNj5mI/AAAAAAAADao/XillfgQVY8Q/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282660895001142882" border="0" /></a>Daddy's got the walls and roof up!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_IF3LATvI/AAAAAAAADag/IeQVTR73JnI/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_IF3LATvI/AAAAAAAADag/IeQVTR73JnI/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282660890963889906" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_IFWVeV0I/AAAAAAAADaY/C0_AoosLxN4/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_IFWVeV0I/AAAAAAAADaY/C0_AoosLxN4/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282660882149431106" border="0" /></a>Look how far a little construction experience can get you! ;)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_IET4wsAI/AAAAAAAADaQ/Ue8womX2UeA/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_IET4wsAI/AAAAAAAADaQ/Ue8womX2UeA/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282660864312258562" border="0" /></a>More icing.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_IEJayDsI/AAAAAAAADaI/udQwNLhbVtg/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_IEJayDsI/AAAAAAAADaI/udQwNLhbVtg/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282660861502164674" border="0" /></a>The kids ready to help decorate with Gma Tanya. :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_JgCi3HrI/AAAAAAAADbQ/QQF8ZfLCdyY/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_JgCi3HrI/AAAAAAAADbQ/QQF8ZfLCdyY/s400/DSC_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282662440204967602" border="0" /></a>Sweet boy doing some roof detail.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_JfdHTKhI/AAAAAAAADbI/-TfapQxxXHs/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_JfdHTKhI/AAAAAAAADbI/-TfapQxxXHs/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282662430157253138" border="0" /></a>All the cups of candy! The kids were in heaven, lol.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_JeYClFsI/AAAAAAAADbA/kFYZheZO2oE/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_JeYClFsI/AAAAAAAADbA/kFYZheZO2oE/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282662411615409858" border="0" /></a>Almost done!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_Jd46GNmI/AAAAAAAADa4/141sFb3m1PM/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_Jd46GNmI/AAAAAAAADa4/141sFb3m1PM/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282662403258332770" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_Jdde6FII/AAAAAAAADaw/aGfI0q-9Ccw/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_Jdde6FII/AAAAAAAADaw/aGfI0q-9Ccw/s400/DSC_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282662395896534146" border="0" /></a>We're done! Duncan offered Papa's plastic trains from<br />one of his dominoes games. How generous of him. :D<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_LfsBKiVI/AAAAAAAADcA/obSNhervcss/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_LfsBKiVI/AAAAAAAADcA/obSNhervcss/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282664633181309266" border="0" /></a>Then, of course, they begin the destroying process.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_K7Xa_s1I/AAAAAAAADbw/mz93iWl_rcI/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_K7Xa_s1I/AAAAAAAADbw/mz93iWl_rcI/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282664009177215826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_K7JRdPzI/AAAAAAAADbo/sDxdE3o5kHQ/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SU_K7JRdPzI/AAAAAAAADbo/sDxdE3o5kHQ/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282664005379112754" border="0" /></a><br />Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. :) And best of all - I didn't have to feel guilty about not buying and doing a house of our own! Wahoo! Thanks Gma Cole!<br /><br />I would end by saying "More tomorrow!" but that's all my photos! I hope you've enjoyed trekking through our Portland visit in photos and that those of you who were in them enjoyed having us visit and share our Thanksgiving vacation with you. :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">More... next year? :)</span><br /></div>lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-26607112020177446862008-12-19T10:09:00.005-07:002008-12-19T10:35:38.714-07:00Our first visit to Santa!This is from our Ward Christmas Party we had on the 10th of this month - the kids had a lot of fun, Duncan LOVED the food - of course. All in all we had a great time. Here are the photos.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvWanQdkJI/AAAAAAAACqQ/oLO1l15vxtU/s1600-h/DSC_0143.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvWanQdkJI/AAAAAAAACqQ/oLO1l15vxtU/s400/DSC_0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281550740725010578" border="0" /></a>Livy, Daddy, and Dunky (eating).<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvWaBP1XZI/AAAAAAAACqI/aFMNLk1X4bY/s1600-h/DSC_0144.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvWaBP1XZI/AAAAAAAACqI/aFMNLk1X4bY/s400/DSC_0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281550730521828754" border="0" /></a>Duncan, eating still.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvWZqXGAaI/AAAAAAAACqA/Y7SPfakk1yU/s1600-h/DSC_0145.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvWZqXGAaI/AAAAAAAACqA/Y7SPfakk1yU/s400/DSC_0145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281550724378263970" border="0" /></a>Uhm. Still eating.<br />(This was Duncan's basic activity level for the first hour or so of the Party.)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvWZY-cD6I/AAAAAAAACp4/eQvKJBpfGps/s1600-h/DSC_0146.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvWZY-cD6I/AAAAAAAACp4/eQvKJBpfGps/s400/DSC_0146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281550719711448994" border="0" /></a>Sitting on Santa's lap!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvWZKbd-2I/AAAAAAAACpw/dZFp3ZB3dSQ/s1600-h/DSC_0147.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvWZKbd-2I/AAAAAAAACpw/dZFp3ZB3dSQ/s400/DSC_0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281550715806677858" border="0" /></a>Liv telling Santa what she wants for Christmas.<br /></div>("<span style="font-style: italic;">I want a doll house with a Christmas tree, and little presents for my dolls, but I would just have to open them because the dolls are just pretend and they can't open them. And Princess stuff.</span>")<br /><br />Duncan was a little shy with Santa, I reminded him about Cars and Woody and he told Santa and hurriedly ran to Daddy on the other side. :) It was a fun party nonetheless and the kids got to see Santa after waiting for quite a while.<br /><br />Christmas is coming... <span style="font-style: italic;">only 5 days until Christmas Eve!</span><br /></div>lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-62975929255760658622008-12-19T08:34:00.007-07:002008-12-19T09:22:26.573-07:00Our Trip // November 28: Down At The BeachOn the 28th, Liv woke up and hopped into bed with Gma Cole. :) Grandma Sherry caught it on her camera - along with, of course, Liv's retelling of her dream! Bahaha, ohhh Liv and her dreams...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvASu7Qm9I/AAAAAAAACoA/EskJ0fTm6kY/s1600-h/3+gma+cole+%26+liv.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvASu7Qm9I/AAAAAAAACoA/EskJ0fTm6kY/s400/3+gma+cole+%26+liv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281526416088800210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvASJ3_NUI/AAAAAAAACn4/-ESirFD4elE/s1600-h/4+liv+and+her+dream.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvASJ3_NUI/AAAAAAAACn4/-ESirFD4elE/s400/4+liv+and+her+dream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281526406142965058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photos and captions by Grandma Sherry. (Thanks!)<br /><br /></span></div>This child has the most vivid dreams and nightmares, it absolutely cracks me up. Just like the black toilets... oh wow - imagine how excited she was to go potty at the stop in Idaho on the way home. The toilet seat was BLACK. I thought she was going to ask for a DIAPER by the look on her face.<br /><br />As far as the "burned up train", ever since her preschool took her to the Sandy Fire Department and showed all the kids the items that had been burnt and caused fires, she's become very... NERVOUS about everything.<br /><br />"Mom, don't leave that pan on the stove."<br />"Mom is our iron plugged out?"<br />"Mom did you put the toaster away?"<br />"Mom, I can't get my dishes, the fire station says I need to stay three feet away from the stove."<br /><br />Yeah... my kitchen isn't even 3 feet WIDE.<br /><br />It's been fun.<br /><br />Later that day we headed down to the beach, again. :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvCX-OSbaI/AAAAAAAACoo/prE1B81utuY/s1600-h/DSC_0112.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvCX-OSbaI/AAAAAAAACoo/prE1B81utuY/s400/DSC_0112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281528705117744546" border="0" /></a>Liv & Maddie playing on the beach.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvCXfuLDHI/AAAAAAAACog/2Y6Fkk4QUow/s1600-h/DSC_0113.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvCXfuLDHI/AAAAAAAACog/2Y6Fkk4QUow/s400/DSC_0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281528696929979506" border="0" /></a>Finally getting her hands dirty.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvCXEqkPlI/AAAAAAAACoY/EXTubACs4iM/s1600-h/DSC_0115.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvCXEqkPlI/AAAAAAAACoY/EXTubACs4iM/s400/DSC_0115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281528689667096146" border="0" /></a>Duncan and his (not seen) plastic spoon, taking samples of sand. :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvCWYWPGFI/AAAAAAAACoQ/gVBodDunkns/s1600-h/DSC_0117.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvCWYWPGFI/AAAAAAAACoQ/gVBodDunkns/s400/DSC_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281528677770664018" border="0" /></a>The tide was crazy and we were seated back by the rocks, but of course it ended up coming and washing over Liv's "castle" she made. She, Miss Drama Queen, was upset but we explained that just how it works when you're on the beach. "That's just life," as Olivia likes to say.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvCWD85qQI/AAAAAAAACoI/fxsn1lVHxU0/s1600-h/DSC_0121.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvCWD85qQI/AAAAAAAACoI/fxsn1lVHxU0/s400/DSC_0121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281528672295692546" border="0" /></a>Duncan was very interested by the tide. He knew he didn't want to get wet, but when they were close to the water and the tide started zooming towards him, he'd just stand there. Maddie kept grabbing him and Liv and running from the tide.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvER7_wkAI/AAAAAAAACpQ/JHB9BMPuDwQ/s1600-h/DSC_0123.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvER7_wkAI/AAAAAAAACpQ/JHB9BMPuDwQ/s400/DSC_0123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281530800463974402" border="0" /></a>Finally, he started to understand. I caught him standing behind us by the rocks saying, "Yes me safe by the rocks!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvERawMoCI/AAAAAAAACpI/O9J59Vx9FMo/s1600-h/DSC_0124.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvERawMoCI/AAAAAAAACpI/O9J59Vx9FMo/s400/DSC_0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281530791540334626" border="0" /></a>Livy exploring.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvERDbA_hI/AAAAAAAACpA/IPjhgLTp5eU/s1600-h/DSC_0127.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvERDbA_hI/AAAAAAAACpA/IPjhgLTp5eU/s400/DSC_0127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281530785277476370" border="0" /></a>Eventually the non-handicapped persons in our family, aka the one's that aren't pregnant and can walk more than five feet without bring on contractions, went on a walk. Click on this photo to see it full size and you'll have a wonderful shot of my son pulling up his pants. This is a common practice, not just daily, but basically every few minutes. ENJOY.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvEQ6a90AI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Q8SryFJuwk/s1600-h/DSC_0128.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvEQ6a90AI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Q8SryFJuwk/s400/DSC_0128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281530782861348866" border="0" /></a>After the kiddos left. Enjoying the silence.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvEQp7LREI/AAAAAAAACow/cyaTcaBip84/s1600-h/DSC_0131.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvEQp7LREI/AAAAAAAACow/cyaTcaBip84/s400/DSC_0131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281530778433045570" border="0" /></a>SEE THE HELICOPTER? Yeah, Cam was excited over the Helicopter. We definitely needed a telephoto lens for this shot, lol.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvJq4wiAnI/AAAAAAAACpo/Q472jfaUlvw/s1600-h/DSC_0133.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvJq4wiAnI/AAAAAAAACpo/Q472jfaUlvw/s400/DSC_0133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281536726649668210" border="0" /></a>Mmm, yummy. Blech.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvJqHEfFQI/AAAAAAAACpg/0gOk2LpHDpg/s1600-h/DSC_0141.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvJqHEfFQI/AAAAAAAACpg/0gOk2LpHDpg/s400/DSC_0141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281536713311589634" border="0" /></a>Duncan concentrating.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvJplaIsDI/AAAAAAAACpY/cfa_UwV30v8/s1600-h/DSC_0142.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUvJplaIsDI/AAAAAAAACpY/cfa_UwV30v8/s400/DSC_0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281536704275591218" border="0" /></a>Such fun on the beach. :)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">More Tomorrow!</span><br /></div>lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-39598899949564636142008-12-18T15:33:00.007-07:002008-12-18T15:38:36.573-07:00Visit to Santa #2... #1 to come, lol.Here they are! I was okay with the RC Willey Santa, very disappointed with the angle they had him at (right near the traffic of the store, last year he was in the same corner but on the other side and there was no worry of getting people in the photo), and in order to make sure they didn't get people in the photo because of crappy placement - as stated above - the photo was WAY too cropped. Still cute, but I was disappointed none the less with their "photographer's" skills.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUrQOYIkCRI/AAAAAAAACnw/F3BaU73vV_c/s1600-h/Santa+Picture.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUrQOYIkCRI/AAAAAAAACnw/F3BaU73vV_c/s400/Santa+Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281262458460440850" border="0" /></a>We've got another Santa shot to show you, the first one, plus some Ward Christmas Dinner Party shots. Stay tuned. :)<br /><br />PS: Outfits courtesy Grammy Victor. :) Turned out wonderful!lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-90525711286370192002008-12-17T11:59:00.006-07:002008-12-17T12:42:24.147-07:00Our Trip // November 27: Lincoln CityWednesday night, the 26th, I was able to attend a Baby "Sprinkle" thrown by Jaimie & Mandy for me! It was so much fun to see everyone again and to just sit and talk together. :) I had a fantastic time. Thanks again ladies! I wish I would have brought my camera... grr...<br /><br />Thursday morning we headed out to Lincoln City and began our second leg of the trip. Dad rented a beach house for everyone again, the same one we had had two years previous at Thanksgiving, and we had a blast.<br /><br />Grandma Sherry had Cameron help her, Tanya, and Tessa open a can of cheese. Can meaning BARREL of cheese, like Costco size, LOL. My pregnant self stood back, I've never been one for liquefied cheese and while pregnant I tend to take two steps further away. My son on the other hand (of course) fell in love with it. Here are some shots from Grandma Sherry of my children gobbling it up. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlOz8HaNlI/AAAAAAAAClw/Om9CDSF24BI/s1600-h/1+Dunc+%26+Liv+eating+chips.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlOz8HaNlI/AAAAAAAAClw/Om9CDSF24BI/s400/1+Dunc+%26+Liv+eating+chips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280838692286117458" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlOzrNmebI/AAAAAAAAClo/xygQRHJPxXs/s1600-h/2+d+spicy+cheese.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlOzrNmebI/AAAAAAAAClo/xygQRHJPxXs/s400/2+d+spicy+cheese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280838687748684210" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Photos by Grandma Sherry<br /><span style="font-size:100%;">And yes, surprise surprise, D loved the spicy cheese.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;">We then headed out to the beach on our own a little later. It was drizzling (Oregon Coast, mind you, not California) and we got half a million good shots of the ocean and surrounding beach.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlQNuCw41I/AAAAAAAACmY/fg3jIiwt2sM/s1600-h/DSC_0043.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlQNuCw41I/AAAAAAAACmY/fg3jIiwt2sM/s400/DSC_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280840234696762194" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlQNCnvvNI/AAAAAAAACmQ/XiNOn8S-sWI/s1600-h/DSC_0045.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlQNCnvvNI/AAAAAAAACmQ/XiNOn8S-sWI/s400/DSC_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280840223040715986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlQMiBDpgI/AAAAAAAACmI/GSIH94hgNOk/s1600-h/DSC_0048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlQMiBDpgI/AAAAAAAACmI/GSIH94hgNOk/s400/DSC_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280840214288508418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlQMaXj50I/AAAAAAAACmA/mApoaaF8-Gk/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlQMaXj50I/AAAAAAAACmA/mApoaaF8-Gk/s400/DSC_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280840212235413314" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlQL4lc-zI/AAAAAAAACl4/6dg9ZnsiCs4/s1600-h/DSC_0060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlQL4lc-zI/AAAAAAAACl4/6dg9ZnsiCs4/s400/DSC_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280840203166874418" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlRph9Rw8I/AAAAAAAACnA/Pxx8RnU0M8c/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlRph9Rw8I/AAAAAAAACnA/Pxx8RnU0M8c/s400/DSC_0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280841812000490434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlRowpQPZI/AAAAAAAACm4/Ey258Pnrhjk/s1600-h/DSC_0067.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlRowpQPZI/AAAAAAAACm4/Ey258Pnrhjk/s400/DSC_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280841798763167122" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlRoqJY4xI/AAAAAAAACmw/49o9LDO0CNE/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlRoqJY4xI/AAAAAAAACmw/49o9LDO0CNE/s400/DSC_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280841797018903314" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlRoJmRzpI/AAAAAAAACmo/GC3vROH2ab4/s1600-h/DSC_0075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlRoJmRzpI/AAAAAAAACmo/GC3vROH2ab4/s400/DSC_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280841788281704082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlRn6OSU1I/AAAAAAAACmg/v9kiQsxlXY8/s1600-h/DSC_0085.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlRn6OSU1I/AAAAAAAACmg/v9kiQsxlXY8/s400/DSC_0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280841784154542930" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">It was absolutely beautiful. Being able to take a trip to Oregon and see both my trees and my ocean was wonderful. I'm so glad Dad was able to get the house for Thanksgiving and that we could all be there to spend time together.<br /><br />Back at the beach house the children were being lovely. Cam took these shots of the fighting duo.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlTFTINHhI/AAAAAAAACng/HasqQyypdLM/s1600-h/DSC_0108.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlTFTINHhI/AAAAAAAACng/HasqQyypdLM/s400/DSC_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280843388567756306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlTFEVurPI/AAAAAAAACnY/eiLy01xs38Y/s1600-h/DSC_0109.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlTFEVurPI/AAAAAAAACnY/eiLy01xs38Y/s400/DSC_0109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280843384597949682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlTE_cWoGI/AAAAAAAACnQ/saQd1zCpv1E/s1600-h/DSC_0110.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlTE_cWoGI/AAAAAAAACnQ/saQd1zCpv1E/s400/DSC_0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280843383283556450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlTEXgLGVI/AAAAAAAACnI/9QAsNZs_FrQ/s1600-h/DSC_0111.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUlTEXgLGVI/AAAAAAAACnI/9QAsNZs_FrQ/s400/DSC_0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280843372562159954" border="0" /></a>Ahh, peaceful.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">More tomorrow!</span><br /></div></div></div>lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-72931727744815908822008-12-16T11:28:00.003-07:002008-12-23T13:59:16.464-07:00Our Trip // November 26: Visit to Gpa Bill & Gma BonnieOn Wednesday we didn't have the kids, Bonnie and Bill picked them up from McMinnville to take them back to their home for the day in Milwaukie! It seemed like the kids had a good time, here are some photos taken by Bill and Cadi:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUfabVdxvwI/AAAAAAAACkk/rfijYiPxf0c/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUfabVdxvwI/AAAAAAAACkk/rfijYiPxf0c/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280429251268558594" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo taken by Gpa Bill Carnes.</span><br />Liv in her Belle dress, made by Gma Bonnie.<br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUfabMeMTeI/AAAAAAAACkc/hZhpi5INSRU/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUfabMeMTeI/AAAAAAAACkc/hZhpi5INSRU/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280429248854380002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo taken by Gpa Bill Carnes.</span><br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUfaa19165I/AAAAAAAACkU/rg74_K2UAVQ/s1600-h/3-livbelledressd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUfaa19165I/AAAAAAAACkU/rg74_K2UAVQ/s400/3-livbelledressd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280429242813115282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo taken by Cadi Carnes.</span><br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUfaaX3oguI/AAAAAAAACkM/D1SOHKcyX3E/s1600-h/4-dplaydoh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUfaaX3oguI/AAAAAAAACkM/D1SOHKcyX3E/s400/4-dplaydoh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280429234734007010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo taken by Cadi Carnes.</span><br />Playing with playdoh.<br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUfaaLMD3nI/AAAAAAAACkE/0LTatxYymKc/s1600-h/5-livplaydoh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUfaaLMD3nI/AAAAAAAACkE/0LTatxYymKc/s400/5-livplaydoh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280429231330025074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo taken by Cadi Carnes.</span><br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUfbh6MVuMI/AAAAAAAAClM/wX0zYDDc2s8/s1600-h/6-thecakes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUfbh6MVuMI/AAAAAAAAClM/wX0zYDDc2s8/s400/6-thecakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280430463718373570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo taken by Cadi Carnes.</span><br />Livy said these were their birthday cakes, quote<br />"NOT pretend, but REAL. They're REAL cakes, Mom."<br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >(I didn't even realize this until uploading this photo,<br />but I guess Bonnie and I had the exact same idea for cakes!<br /><a href="http://www.vimeo.com/1140868?pg=embed&sec=1140868">For Liv's 4th birthday she had a Belle doll on top, here's a clip of it</a></span>.)<br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUfbhguXbwI/AAAAAAAAClE/PBcWI9h7vq0/s1600-h/7-livbonnied.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUfbhguXbwI/AAAAAAAAClE/PBcWI9h7vq0/s400/7-livbonnied.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280430456881770242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo taken by Cadi Carnes.</span><br />With Gma Bonnie by their Dora and Cars Spaghettios for lunch. :)<br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUfbhb0bUqI/AAAAAAAACk8/XY3rPNwBk7A/s1600-h/8-livd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUfbhb0bUqI/AAAAAAAACk8/XY3rPNwBk7A/s400/8-livd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280430455565013666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo taken by Cadi Carnes.</span><br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUfbhL0wZjI/AAAAAAAACk0/oWcqgDKNOsI/s1600-h/9-livdcakes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUfbhL0wZjI/AAAAAAAACk0/oWcqgDKNOsI/s400/9-livdcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280430451271427634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo taken by Cadi Carnes.</span><br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUfbgxLZ-WI/AAAAAAAACks/Vqa4JzEC7wk/s1600-h/10-Duncancropped.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUfbgxLZ-WI/AAAAAAAACks/Vqa4JzEC7wk/s400/10-Duncancropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280430444118669666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo taken by Gpa Bill Carnes.</span><br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUffIgxK5XI/AAAAAAAAClg/EwfkV_oKJu8/s1600-h/11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUffIgxK5XI/AAAAAAAAClg/EwfkV_oKJu8/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280434425443313010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo taken by Gpa Bill Carnes.</span><br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUffINRkIKI/AAAAAAAAClY/Kt4B4GNkX08/s1600-h/12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUffINRkIKI/AAAAAAAAClY/Kt4B4GNkX08/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280434420210475170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo taken by Gpa Bill Carnes.</span><br />Bathtime fun. :)<br /><br />It looks (and sounds from Miss Blabbermouth, lol) like the kids had a great time. :)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">More tomorrow!</span><br /></div>lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-20579393997566095512008-12-15T14:11:00.003-07:002008-12-15T14:22:10.026-07:00A lame post indeed.It seems as though the closer the holidays get (have they arrived already?) the more hectic things become. Especially since regardless of the more and more things we have piled upon our minds to begin, finish, or do SOMETHING with - I'm still being told more and more, day by day, to "take it easy". Normally that'd be a dream. Except that the dream part of it includes a not pregnant clone of myself who proceeds to pick everything up where I've been forced to leave it and continue and finish all of it allowing me to both "take it easy" and keep my sanity. That hasn't happened yet... perhaps Santa will bring me a clone for Christmas?<br /><br />We've been managing and just yesterday I realized, WOW, I haven't done newsletters. AGAIN. So I will add that to the invisible list that I really need to make visible so I can look forward to having SOMETHING to do during the day that I need to get done that is at least an "easier" item. Sitting on an office chair is actually much more beneficial to my contraction count and level than say... vacuuming with my vacuum that causes me to go into labor just by fighting with it's resistance on my carpet. I love vacuuming, in all honesty I REALLY DO, it's something I miss.<br /><br />Regardless - between Olivia's computer being down, my laundry going up, and the HORRIBLE countdown of anxiety beginning (I'm 31 weeks tomorrow... people - we're out of the double digits - down to 9 weeks left! This is horrendously frightening and excruciatingly exciting, all at once!) I've had some kids who I think may be feeding off of my antsy-ness. Did I mention Liv's computer is down? Believe me, that little bite of paradise that I get when she plays next to me on hers on her days that include computer time... heaven.<br /><br />I'll post more tomorrow and hopefully get my butt back in gear. Ahem -- <span style="font-style: italic;">bottom</span>. Liv's standing here begging for food like she hasn't seen any in weeks (at 2:18pm, of course, AFTER she's finished lunch, lol) so I can't say butt. With her ever increasing brain capacity, I avoid typing it. I mean come on, the child might <span style="font-style: italic;">read it and scold me.</span><br /><br />Oh wow. Kids.<br /><br />Wish us luck. :) Happy Holidays!lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-34286466777682258822008-12-10T20:57:00.004-07:002008-12-15T14:22:27.155-07:00oooh, mama.Here I am at 30 weeks and 1 day. Had an appointment yesterday, ultrasound and all, and everything seems to be going well. :) Baby is 3 lbs 7 oz and growing right up where she should be.<br /><br />Here's our weekly shot:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUCQGKU4HkI/AAAAAAAACjk/X0MowDDv4DA/s1600-h/DSC_0149.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/SUCQGKU4HkI/AAAAAAAACjk/X0MowDDv4DA/s400/DSC_0149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278377198803754562" border="0" /></a><br />While I realize I still look tiny, I'm definitely beginning to not FEEL so tiny. Tummy is tight and taught, cleaning a spill off the floor has me breathing like a marathon runner, and while the BH Contractions have definitely slowed - they still love to poke around. Not to mention the little Miss is getting bigger and stronger and her kicks will tell you if nothing else does. :)lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-88159157034029996772008-12-09T11:14:00.006-07:002008-12-09T11:47:16.040-07:00Our Trip // November 24-25: Piano Keys and CurlersOn Monday the 24th we did a lot of catching up, playing, the kids got to see new toys at Grammy's, new clothes Grammy had made, sneak more candy from Pa's stash, the list was endless. With lots of repeats of sneaking candy. :)<br /><br />That morning the kids discovered the piano again and I took photos:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/ST64UbZ_D3I/AAAAAAAACis/oDJZUviMCBc/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/ST64UbZ_D3I/AAAAAAAACis/oDJZUviMCBc/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277858474418442098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/ST64TwXeVTI/AAAAAAAACik/cBm-ZBHgOew/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/ST64TwXeVTI/AAAAAAAACik/cBm-ZBHgOew/s400/DSC_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277858462865184050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/ST64TDXA-8I/AAAAAAAACic/rVEj9DGCEEU/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/ST64TDXA-8I/AAAAAAAACic/rVEj9DGCEEU/s400/DSC_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277858450783665090" border="0" /></a>They had a lot of fun at Grammy's with that piano and Livy even learned to play "Thumbs On Vacation", tiny hands and all. :) Don't worry Liv, Mommy still has to jump her octaves, no stretching here. :)<br /><br />The next day, Tuesday, we stayed home again and Grammy showed Olivia the idea she had for decorating cookies. I think that was a lounge day for Duncan, he was obsessed with the copy of Disney's Hercules that Pa had out by the VCR in their family room. The child was stuck to it and loved to try and say his name, it was very entertaining.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/ST652oyVx-I/AAAAAAAACjU/eJpcoSHdY4c/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/ST652oyVx-I/AAAAAAAACjU/eJpcoSHdY4c/s400/DSC_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277860161637435362" border="0" /></a>Duncan entranced.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/ST652A0_wlI/AAAAAAAACjM/ayEDliQljqk/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/ST652A0_wlI/AAAAAAAACjM/ayEDliQljqk/s400/DSC_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277860150911156818" border="0" /></a>"Oh, hi Mom. Me watch Erk-a-leez."<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/ST6511HuazI/AAAAAAAACjE/8taHtcDoA2Y/s1600-h/DSC_0039.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/ST6511HuazI/AAAAAAAACjE/8taHtcDoA2Y/s400/DSC_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277860147768486706" border="0" /></a>Snowman (and woman) COOKIES!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Olivia and Grandma had such a fun time making these. They got out just about anything they could think of to create the snow people. Even black licorice (yuck!) which Olivia and Duncan both seem to love. Gma is immensely happy that this (obviously defective, lol) trait has passed down to her great grandchildren.<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/ST651WE9vvI/AAAAAAAACi8/zKMSJ0Zq7wo/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/ST651WE9vvI/AAAAAAAACi8/zKMSJ0Zq7wo/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277860139435409138" border="0" /></a>Olivia, in her new Grammy-made apron, carefully constructing another one.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/ST65z62zjDI/AAAAAAAACi0/c0Y2Zc69uz4/s1600-h/DSC_0041.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/ST65z62zjDI/AAAAAAAACi0/c0Y2Zc69uz4/s400/DSC_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277860114948394034" border="0" /></a>This one cracks me up, Unibrow Snowman, haha. :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/ST66TYX27-I/AAAAAAAACjc/TDqqw9eMbWM/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/ST66TYX27-I/AAAAAAAACjc/TDqqw9eMbWM/s400/DSC_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277860655447601122" border="0" /></a>Like the annoyed smirk? I think I was bothering her with my<br />acute interest in her eye-popping, unibrow-ed snowman. :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Olivia's other favorite hobby at Gma's house was hanging around the kitchen waiting for Grammy to finish cooking or baking something. Once she did, Olivia was deemed the person to run around with little bits for everyone to taste. It began with Grammy telling her to go ask people, "Are you a quality control person?" She'd ask, the person would say yes and eat thier little bite, and give feedback. Olivia always refused to announce the feedback to the chef, she was having too much fun asking!<br /><br />By the second day of this game Olivia had developed it not only into the QC game, but the "Samples" game. Perhaps you would understand why if you went grocery shopping with us on Saturdays back home. First up is "The Sample Store" (Sam's Club), then "The Cookie Store" (Macey's), and then "The Market <span style="font-style: italic;">pause</span> canwelookforsamplesandgetsuckers?" (Ream's Marketplace).<br /><br />All in all, it was a great time and we all miss it already. :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">More tomorrow!</span><br /></div></div></div>lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-9955859919920636872008-12-05T09:48:00.000-07:002008-12-05T09:56:40.607-07:00Our Trip // November 22-23: Elephant Ears & Car CakesSaturday we decided what we wanted to do for the afternoon and landed on Dad's suggestion of Saturday's Market. My kids have never been, Cam's never been, and I have been in a LONG time. I curse myself now for not bringing my camera (no one else did either, I checked) and I would have had some wonderful shots! Duncan rode on Dad's shoulders for a while, Olivia was glued to Tanya and just about every jewelry or butterfly adorned booth - they had a great time. Dad (Papa) bought Elephant ears and later on Quinoa bagels from a VERY good bakery and we all had a good time.<br /><br />Sunday we all got ready and headed to church. We arrived in McMinnville on the 23rd after Sacrament at Dad's ward. Grammy had a surprise for Duncan - a racecar cake! She was very excited to show him after our faux-Thanksgiving dinner (which was delish! yum!) and he of course then wanted to eat it. :)<br /><br />Here are some shots, my camera wasn't enjoying the lighting we were in, excuse that, will ya?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg2nY6TLWI/AAAAAAAACec/u8T4qpMebKo/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg2nY6TLWI/AAAAAAAACec/u8T4qpMebKo/s400/DSC_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276027013794311522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg2nIEceiI/AAAAAAAACeU/LaxeF6siMKM/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg2nIEceiI/AAAAAAAACeU/LaxeF6siMKM/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276027009273461282" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg2mKP9BUI/AAAAAAAACeM/wC6Dnmmz3NQ/s1600-h/DSC_0017-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg2mKP9BUI/AAAAAAAACeM/wC6Dnmmz3NQ/s400/DSC_0017-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276026992678733122" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg2lKjjy8I/AAAAAAAACeE/8FtRsymZsP8/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg2lKjjy8I/AAAAAAAACeE/8FtRsymZsP8/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276026975581096898" border="0" /></a><br />He was so excited for that cake. Detour to some Mimi & Livy photos while Gma finds a knife to<br />cut the cake...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg2jLJzrvI/AAAAAAAACd8/RXoiIlbbnRQ/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg2jLJzrvI/AAAAAAAACd8/RXoiIlbbnRQ/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276026941381783282" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg36eEUpII/AAAAAAAACfE/r01abJiFReI/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg36eEUpII/AAAAAAAACfE/r01abJiFReI/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276028441107670146" border="0" /></a>(Sidney helping Liv smile, lol.)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg36LzvPDI/AAAAAAAACe8/crrzSbLdR30/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg36LzvPDI/AAAAAAAACe8/crrzSbLdR30/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276028436206271538" border="0" /></a>Got the knife. And our serious face on.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg35uWDG9I/AAAAAAAACe0/ogub8Mm_In0/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg35uWDG9I/AAAAAAAACe0/ogub8Mm_In0/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276028428297116626" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg35aiEzcI/AAAAAAAACes/GYr7VCGbSuM/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg35aiEzcI/AAAAAAAACes/GYr7VCGbSuM/s400/DSC_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276028422978850242" border="0" /></a>Kisses from Grammy. :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg343nsTDI/AAAAAAAACek/BnIQ-AAT_Qk/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg343nsTDI/AAAAAAAACek/BnIQ-AAT_Qk/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276028413607169074" border="0" /></a>Devouring the cake with Auntie Brinny - Gma made wheels out of little chocolate cookies and Duncan LOVED them, they were super soft and, of course, chocolate! He loves chocolate. :)<br /></div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg5crlBo5I/AAAAAAAACfs/i1ms-EzOuOQ/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg5crlBo5I/AAAAAAAACfs/i1ms-EzOuOQ/s400/DSC_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276030128361677714" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg5cTVxx1I/AAAAAAAACfk/p-Vg3ZacVOs/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg5cTVxx1I/AAAAAAAACfk/p-Vg3ZacVOs/s400/DSC_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276030121855272786" border="0" /></a>From the time we walked through the door my sisters and Mom had Liv making faces. I don't think I got any of the "surprised" or "scared" faces but plenty of the evil scary mad-Livy faces... of course. Like I needed more of THOSE.<br /></div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg5cKOrKbI/AAAAAAAACfc/uIAmSkx5NGE/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg5cKOrKbI/AAAAAAAACfc/uIAmSkx5NGE/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276030119409559986" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg5bkUgDnI/AAAAAAAACfU/jnuOGpa_u_g/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg5bkUgDnI/AAAAAAAACfU/jnuOGpa_u_g/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276030109233450610" border="0" /></a>Suddenly, so serious.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg5bNnHQgI/AAAAAAAACfM/m05HHjTl_oc/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg5bNnHQgI/AAAAAAAACfM/m05HHjTl_oc/s400/DSC_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276030103137501698" border="0" /></a>And, thanks to Didi, back to giggly. :)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">More tomorrow!</span><br /></div>lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595087078561512963.post-37385236761617332702008-12-04T13:26:00.004-07:002008-12-04T13:32:45.420-07:0029 weeks and 1 day yesterday.I missed 28 weeks, I missed 29 weeks but caught it last night at 29 weeks and 1 day. Of course, I also missed my brain and didn't take nearly as many photos on my vacation as I should have. So until I hear back from some family (respond to my email family!) I'm holding off on the Oregon post for today, possibly tonight I can post it if I don't find any good ones from before the date of the next batch I have. I really should have put my wonderful camera to more use but I was too busy being told to sit down and not move, lol.<br /><br />Here's my preggo shot:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg9rp702SI/AAAAAAAACf0/TwD6BFaSWjo/s1600-h/2008_1203+29wks+1day.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrTBfNt5XXs/STg9rp702SI/AAAAAAAACf0/TwD6BFaSWjo/s400/2008_1203+29wks+1day.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276034783664986402" border="0" /></a>Definitely getting bigger. Is it just me or does my butt look flat in this photo? Not to mention my delightfully nerdy BRIGHT WHITE socks. Wow, lame, Melissa. I should paint my toenails (assuming I can hold my breath from shoving my body into that bent over position for that long) so that I'll be moved to take my socks off and look more like me instead of a weirdo in WHITE socks all the time.<br /><br />Well hey, at least they weren't piggy or bright pink with peace signs.<br /><br />Not that I have socks like that...<br /><br />Noooo... of course not.<br /><br />I'll fill in the three side categories today and wait until tonight to post my photos from Grammy's House and the Car Cake. :) More later.lissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01962850888693390698noreply@blogger.com0