tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44923021679574669152024-03-13T14:45:53.398-07:00Ballard*FiveThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-45266421615180362962009-05-18T18:58:00.000-07:002009-05-18T19:27:32.419-07:00Movie: Come on Layney, Do what I do...........<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ShIY-3VZwOI/AAAAAAAAATE/vnN_Noi48Mk/s1600-h/apr-09+178.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ShIY-3VZwOI/AAAAAAAAATE/vnN_Noi48Mk/s320/apr-09+178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337355976672133346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ShIY0uFB17I/AAAAAAAAAS8/CSjkvxO_4go/s1600-h/apr-09+217.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ShIY0uFB17I/AAAAAAAAAS8/CSjkvxO_4go/s320/apr-09+217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337355802388846514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ShIYUBbISkI/AAAAAAAAAS0/AYDzFulDYHs/s1600-h/apr-09+182.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ShIWk5rmvTI/AAAAAAAAARs/E0Z7q2GaWuo/s320/apr-09+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337353331602275634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ShIWaYyD6JI/AAAAAAAAARk/Pc8Nip_oCN0/s1600-h/apr-09+029.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ShIWaYyD6JI/AAAAAAAAARk/Pc8Nip_oCN0/s320/apr-09+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337353150972291218" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ShIWLrEpxKI/AAAAAAAAARc/9pYUfg9bgbM/s1600-h/3-09-tina.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ShIWLrEpxKI/AAAAAAAAARc/9pYUfg9bgbM/s320/3-09-tina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337352898184070306" border="0" /></a><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzq23SqR-s-3ew_gWVyRErDBVNbbsefISgI9qJNhL6bjIqpi6DkhoZG18i6T2FjjNhp2ELXNOkgzsv6LGoNCA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-75163683185503485002009-02-06T17:50:00.000-08:002009-02-06T18:12:27.138-08:00RECAPWhat happened to the last TWO months??? I guess the normal holiday festivities must have gone on a little longer for me. Not really festivities, just the craziness and time consuming affairs that go on around that time of year seemed to have stretched out until about right now.<br /><br />So, we're back on track. I want to keep up regularly on my blog, although I've noticed that Facebook now takes up more time that usual because too many people write me things and its so easy to waste an hour a day seeing what everyone is up to. I love staying current with everyone, so I won't complain.<br /><br />Not much is new. Dyson claims all of the girls in his class suddenly "L-O-V-E" him, as he spells it out, too embarrassed to even <span style="font-style: italic;">say</span> the word. His front tooth is getting wiggly, and I can't wait to see how cute he looks without it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SYztnQRwADI/AAAAAAAAARM/OaNJWRUfbBg/s1600-h/HPIM0804.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SYztnQRwADI/AAAAAAAAARM/OaNJWRUfbBg/s320/HPIM0804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299872120148328498" border="0" /></a><br />Taylen is getting close to straight A's. We have waited a while for this. She could easily accomplish this task, but she hardly puts any time or effort into her work, she is just skating by. I know if she cared just a little more, she would be there. Bart is bribing her with taking her out somewhere special- anywhere of her choice- if she gets the A's. Yesterday she suggested Hawaii. (She is smart).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SYztzKGkOuI/AAAAAAAAARU/ZwvKX06dF_s/s1600-h/HPIM0798.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SYztzKGkOuI/AAAAAAAAARU/ZwvKX06dF_s/s320/HPIM0798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299872324649237218" border="0" /></a><br />Layney is my love and joy. Every day I laugh because of her. She talks and sounds very grown up for just being 2. I can't think of anything she says off the top of my head, but just spend 10 minutes with her a see for yourself.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SYzskhY0i1I/AAAAAAAAARE/2faSQD524Vs/s1600-h/HPIM0797.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SYzskhY0i1I/AAAAAAAAARE/2faSQD524Vs/s320/HPIM0797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299870973690153810" border="0" /></a>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-52623471111291080062008-12-09T13:41:00.000-08:002008-12-09T14:22:22.463-08:00The latest and greatestOnce Thanksgiving hits, it is just a big blur until Christmas arrives. Somehow through all of the hustle and bustle, I still manage to get the decorations up, pick out a tree, order Xmas cards, do endless holiday cooking for classrooms and work parties, etc. etc. And then on top of it, my job has been pretty demanding lately and I have more deadlines than usual. So I will post a few of these pics so I can sit back for a moment and enjoy some of the things we've done lately.<br /><br />Mother and son dance with Dyson<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7nCNRPKnI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3jdXtPfG9ZA/s1600-h/HPIM0726.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7nCNRPKnI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3jdXtPfG9ZA/s320/HPIM0726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277909838432512626" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Midnight showing of twlilght with the girls<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7nOCAXtxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/mrUeY8TG5Vg/s1600-h/HPIM0728.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7nOCAXtxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/mrUeY8TG5Vg/s320/HPIM0728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277910041567409938" border="0" /></a><br />(Blurry, but it's all I have)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7npJtEmUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/oHDBFXhaKSk/s1600-h/HPIM0730.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7npJtEmUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/oHDBFXhaKSk/s320/HPIM0730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277910507490416962" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Layney doing a centerpiece for Thanksgiving<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7n098Rw_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ijU9XX1IHqs/s1600-h/HPIM0735.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7n098Rw_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ijU9XX1IHqs/s320/HPIM0735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277910710491399154" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Taylen and Dyson with the lollipop turkey<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7n-tOREkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/gbOi1XLjHYo/s1600-h/HPIM0741.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7n-tOREkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/gbOi1XLjHYo/s320/HPIM0741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277910877802140226" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Picking out a tree- cool and misty<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7ojM7ROXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/g2dn9pGvrdQ/s1600-h/newcam+015.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7ojM7ROXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/g2dn9pGvrdQ/s320/newcam+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277911504787683698" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7oNJ53AeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ct5lYrwjdco/s1600-h/newcam+014.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7oNJ53AeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ct5lYrwjdco/s320/newcam+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277911126019342818" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Bart loading the tree in the truck- how easy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7pfQzQqhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/7Casxsc-SfQ/s1600-h/newcam+019.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7pfQzQqhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/7Casxsc-SfQ/s320/newcam+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277912536619985426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7pR1QQ2eI/AAAAAAAAAQE/u-xCQy9n2QM/s1600-h/newcam+020.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7pR1QQ2eI/AAAAAAAAAQE/u-xCQy9n2QM/s320/newcam+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277912305887140322" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Finished hanging the garland!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7p8X2Zc5I/AAAAAAAAAQU/gj8rW767kyI/s1600-h/newcam+041.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7p8X2Zc5I/AAAAAAAAAQU/gj8rW767kyI/s320/newcam+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277913036728398738" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Funniest story of all... we have this calendar that counts down to Xmas and every day one of the kids moves the little Santa into the next pocket. I told the kids that when Santa reaches the last day, it will be Christmas. So....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7qPcRr0HI/AAAAAAAAAQc/d3rryEwGuwg/s1600-h/newcam+044.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7qPcRr0HI/AAAAAAAAAQc/d3rryEwGuwg/s320/newcam+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277913364334104690" border="0" /></a><br /><br />For some reason Santa is never in the right spot. Each and every day, Layney takes the Santa out of the numbered day and moves it to the end and says "It's Christmas!" SMART COOKIE!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7qj1heaMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/KQUUeVZFG6g/s1600-h/newcam+045.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/ST7qj1heaMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/KQUUeVZFG6g/s320/newcam+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277913714708605122" border="0" /></a>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-47093807999300683112008-11-19T13:50:00.000-08:002008-11-19T13:57:52.594-08:00Lots of Love from Layney<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SSSLw5YN6XI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2t-dK7rZBPQ/s1600-h/HPIM0588.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SSSLw5YN6XI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2t-dK7rZBPQ/s320/HPIM0588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270491136082700658" border="0" /></a><br />Layney probably says the sweetest things of any of my kids. Every day she is very polite and says thank you when I do ANYTHING for her. At night when I tuck her in, she says "Thank you mommy for my warm bed. I love you so much." Who wouldn't melt? The other night when I had late night practice for choir, I snuck upstairs to change my clothes and she whispered "mommy-is that you?" I went in to see what she wanted and she said "oh, I'm so glad your home mommy, I'm so glad you're back." She gave me a great big hug and smiled at me with her big brown eyes. For as much complaining as I do, motherhood is a joy!Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-5612387174666279192008-11-02T14:19:00.000-08:002008-11-02T14:27:33.933-08:00More on Socceryeah, yeah, yeah. The word soccer is mentioned at least a dozen times a day in our house and frankly, I am getting a little tired of it too. But I do really enjoy the games and cheering on their teams. The hard part is all of the practices, pictures, parties, and extra stuff that goes along with just soccer. Not to mention possible tournaments after the season. WHat?<br /><br />Taylen's team was lucky to have the Fresno State women's soccer team come and practice with the girls last week. They each got paired up with an older girl to work on skills and played a game with them at the end. It was a really neat opportunity!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SQ4oYdRVX_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/I46DGW3q9hk/s1600-h/HPIM0672.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SQ4oYdRVX_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/I46DGW3q9hk/s320/HPIM0672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264189415081992178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SQ4ojI0l7cI/AAAAAAAAAOs/828WeJdb4xk/s1600-h/HPIM0688.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SQ4ojI0l7cI/AAAAAAAAAOs/828WeJdb4xk/s320/HPIM0688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264189598571294146" border="0" /></a>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-69374583616984185262008-11-02T13:51:00.001-08:002008-11-02T14:19:06.503-08:00Halloween happeningsSome funny things have been going on this week. Maybe it has to do with Halloween or something. I was working on the computer and Layney snuck up behind me and yelled Boo! She said she was being Indiana Jones. Pretty smart girl to have found a hat, light, and bag to fit the part.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SQ4lU8WX2BI/AAAAAAAAAOE/jeM_efD-wsQ/s1600-h/Hpim0691.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SQ4lU8WX2BI/AAAAAAAAAOE/jeM_efD-wsQ/s320/Hpim0691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264186056170264594" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Dyson came in yelling he hurt himself playing outside, so he threw himself down in front of the fridge and grabbed something cold to put on his 'scrape'. When I looked over from cooking a minute later, I laughed as he clutched a pack of hot dogs to his boo-boo. I told him to get something frozen, like in the past when we have used a bag of peas. Once again, when I checked him out a minute later, he was soothing his wound with a package of chocolate chips from the freezer, eating several through his moans and groans. I've gotta watch this boy a little closer!<br /><br />Dyson and Layney on Halloween with their spookiest faces:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SQ4mDWXMDMI/AAAAAAAAAOM/v1csDxuVaps/s1600-h/HPIM0711.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SQ4mDWXMDMI/AAAAAAAAAOM/v1csDxuVaps/s320/HPIM0711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264186853426990274" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Taylen in her classic model pose. Too pretty of a witch if you ask me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SQ4mizMxQII/AAAAAAAAAOU/Xrtp7kCiRZA/s1600-h/Hpim0719.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SQ4mizMxQII/AAAAAAAAAOU/Xrtp7kCiRZA/s320/Hpim0719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264187393743863938" border="0" /></a>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-35545185399026588702008-10-21T17:57:00.000-07:002008-10-21T18:07:13.656-07:00Say CHEESE!I started taping a little late, but this was too cute not to show. Layney loves to sing and here is her doing "B-I-N-G-O and bingo was his name-O"<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwXPFgyIyY7gqKmc3mjMqYjqXFyl_UDMHGzURPcFsIKDsG6GRPgHEaG74oBb3fSEGGiBR9L0WH2G1AlPYx4DA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-51390143762854033132008-10-20T16:35:00.000-07:002008-10-20T16:53:58.122-07:00Funeral for Grandpa FifeThis past Friday we attended a funeral for Bart's grandpa, Robert Layne Fife (inspiration for our daughter Layney's name). He would have been 92 tomorrow and it was sad to see him go. Not one person could remember a time he wasn't happy or lost his temper- even through some of the stories that were told by his children. He was an amazing man, and it was nice to have our kids know such a warm and loving great grandpa, and then get to experience a beautiful funeral and get to ask a million questions about death and what happens next. I am amazed at the faith that children have.<br /><br />Quote of the day: Dyson asked, "Why are there so many packs of tissues laying around. Is that to wipe the drips from your eyes?"<br /><br />Best quote of the day: After a fairly lengthy dedication of the grave, we all said Amen and my 4 year old nephew Maddox yelled out loudly "Wow, that was a long one!!!" Everyone laughed and he started crying from embarrassment.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SP0YwMQek_I/AAAAAAAAANs/ztJ_AK9yqpk/s1600-h/HPIM0641.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SP0YwMQek_I/AAAAAAAAANs/ztJ_AK9yqpk/s320/HPIM0641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259387156041733106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SP0Y-WQCYYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ykJ0YQFXCdY/s1600-h/HPIM0650.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SP0Y-WQCYYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ykJ0YQFXCdY/s320/HPIM0650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259387399242408322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SP0ZKyt5wxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8P_5nl-BxYs/s1600-h/HPIM0630.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SP0ZKyt5wxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8P_5nl-BxYs/s320/HPIM0630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259387613042295570" border="0" /></a>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-57610346441202491882008-10-15T11:12:00.000-07:002008-10-15T11:26:43.653-07:00What is she doing now?I've been busy with many projects at work lately, so I thought I'd describe a little about what I do. I recently helped the designer I work with take a 17,000 square foot building and divide it into different office spaces (concept wise). First we left it as one space in case a large company wanted to lease it. Then we divided it into 2 spaces. Finally we split it into 3. I drafted the plans on the computer and we had them mounted for a large presentation meeting Thursday. Then I got to do what I love. Pick three different possible color schemes for people moving in to choose from or get ideas from. It's fun to see it all come together, and the most rewarding thing is to have everything neatly mounted and presented. I like being meticulous and having everything perfect on the boards. In some areas of my life I wish I wasn't such a perfectionist. In my work life, I'm glad I am!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SPY1gRd0LtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/T0XkfDlGg-8/s1600-h/HPIM0627.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SPY1gRd0LtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/T0XkfDlGg-8/s320/HPIM0627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257448443562176210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SPY1tQFSsjI/AAAAAAAAAMg/S0453-HaAc4/s1600-h/HPIM0619.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SPY1tQFSsjI/AAAAAAAAAMg/S0453-HaAc4/s320/HPIM0619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257448666529182258" border="0" /></a>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-86426168307525573332008-10-13T17:04:00.000-07:002008-10-13T17:15:41.555-07:00SOCCER MOMWow! I guess I've been busy. I hadn't noticed it has been a few weeks since I last posted. Soccer has taken a major toll on our schedules, but the kids sure LOVE it! It is worth the sacrifice for them to have so much fun and they really do improve each and every day out there. Dyson had an interesting thing happen the last game. The boys play pretty tough and there are a lot of collisions and rough-housing going on. During the last game, Dyson ran over after a group of boys banged into each other and handed us.... his tooth! Easy as that! It was loose for several weeks, but I guess there's nothing cooler than saying he got a tooth knocked out playing soccer.<br /><br />Taylen and her friend Katie McMillan<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SPPjvq49xBI/AAAAAAAAALg/Md8TfTu28xc/s1600-h/HPIM0610.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SPPjvq49xBI/AAAAAAAAALg/Md8TfTu28xc/s320/HPIM0610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256795598178075666" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The Wild Ones Team<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SPPj5D68BII/AAAAAAAAALo/81WML_19NWw/s1600-h/HPIM0611.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SPPj5D68BII/AAAAAAAAALo/81WML_19NWw/s320/HPIM0611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256795759516058754" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Dyson and his buddy Vince<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SPPknOLGbiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fSA-nyILbYE/s1600-h/HPIM0612.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SPPknOLGbiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fSA-nyILbYE/s320/HPIM0612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256796552542187042" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The new smile!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SPPkJeLiE3I/AAAAAAAAAL4/KQ-6jVXD03E/s1600-h/HPIM0604.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SPPkJeLiE3I/AAAAAAAAAL4/KQ-6jVXD03E/s320/HPIM0604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256796041442890610" border="0" /></a>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-3159609002606909942008-09-19T15:07:00.000-07:002008-09-19T15:15:09.925-07:00BubblesI have always loved taking pictures. I took several photography classes at school, but it takes a lifetime of practice to get your kids to do what you want in a picture. I am proud at a few I have taken recently of the kids. One I am not posting, because it may be a christmas surprise! The other one is of Layney looking way too cute here......<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SNQjp6cLLMI/AAAAAAAAALI/d2U49R7nZ3Y/s1600-h/HPIM0593.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SNQjp6cLLMI/AAAAAAAAALI/d2U49R7nZ3Y/s320/HPIM0593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247858668762508482" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Of course, Taylen always hams it up-<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SNQj_hW_NcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/uOyszrCUyc4/s1600-h/HPIM0594.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SNQj_hW_NcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/uOyszrCUyc4/s320/HPIM0594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247859039986988482" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Aren't sisters fun? I know Dyson prays every day for another boy to come into our family to rescue him!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SNQkMi-q2bI/AAAAAAAAALY/rKLonEk8cTI/s1600-h/HPIM0590.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SNQkMi-q2bI/AAAAAAAAALY/rKLonEk8cTI/s320/HPIM0590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247859263760161202" border="0" /></a>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-11679880209420447682008-09-07T20:59:00.000-07:002008-09-07T21:17:46.368-07:00Labor Day with the cousinsIt was fun to see my brother-in-law Derek and sister-in-law Denise last weekend. My kids always like to spend time with their cousins, Lake, Mailey, and Leila. They used to live here but now are down in Valencia, and it seems like its only a few times a year anymore that we get together. Time nor distance doesn't change anything though. Right out of the car, they all get into playing like they have never been gone, and now that the two oldest are 9 years old, the shenanigans never end. Grandma and Grandpa are wiped out after the weekend is over, as we spend most of our time there because they have the pool!<br /><br />Leila, Mailey, Taylen and Layney<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSkqGRkd6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/54jQ0D0Dvqk/s1600-h/HPIM0567.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSkqGRkd6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/54jQ0D0Dvqk/s320/HPIM0567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243496909311866786" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Maddox (the other cousin who lives here), Lake, and Dyson<br />I told them to all strike a "cool" pose. You can see how age affects what they do!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSk3NTNTcI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KJyP6qhah4M/s1600-h/HPIM0569.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSk3NTNTcI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KJyP6qhah4M/s320/HPIM0569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243497134536084930" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A night out to dinner while grandma and grandpa had the kids. The pic of the guys was REALLY bad, or I would have posted it. Aaah- forget it- I'll put it in anyways. Hey- I told them to smile, and this is the best they could do...<br />Me, Brittney, Denise, Kelly (you may as well be family, girl)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSlVfH2T_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/WLRYF2pN5WA/s1600-h/HPIM0565.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSlVfH2T_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/WLRYF2pN5WA/s320/HPIM0565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243497654716354546" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Bart, Derek, Damon, Scott<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSl2qhek6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/lTTjcx5LjT8/s1600-h/HPIM0566.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSl2qhek6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/lTTjcx5LjT8/s320/HPIM0566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243498224712324002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSmID_SYqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ga1nv4DHWqA/s1600-h/HPIM0582.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSmID_SYqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ga1nv4DHWqA/s320/HPIM0582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243498523606016674" border="0" /></a><br /><br />By the way, sometimes I want to shoot whoever came up with Play Doh. It never stays on my table at home. I may as well have the kids start out on the floor. Check out how they put up barriers so their secret creations can't be seen by anyone else. Then I have to be the judge of whose is best. Not a fun chore when you have six pairs of big eyes staring up at you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSmwVlNf3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/7ImLd27PxZo/s1600-h/HPIM0579.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSmwVlNf3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/7ImLd27PxZo/s320/HPIM0579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243499215523250034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSnAi4Ru1I/AAAAAAAAALA/t6Zwmry3G1I/s1600-h/HPIM0581.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSnAi4Ru1I/AAAAAAAAALA/t6Zwmry3G1I/s320/HPIM0581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243499493970787154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSm5rMJjGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/y66-GnQ5qgo/s1600-h/HPIM0580.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSm5rMJjGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/y66-GnQ5qgo/s320/HPIM0580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243499375942536290" border="0" /></a>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-52670999890186384572008-09-07T20:35:00.000-07:002008-09-07T20:53:52.477-07:00The "TUBE" at Wolf LakesWe have spent many fun times out at the lake with the Burbidges, and let me tell you, the kids just love getting pulled on the tubes by Garrett. In my assessment, he is kind of a ruthless driver to some of the kids who don't frequent the lake as much as his own family does. I have only seen a few cry, but for the most part he gets them leaving the lake tougher and stronger than when they came- with the exception of Dyson who won't be caught dead on the tube ever again after his last wipeout!<br /><br />I got several video footages, unfortunately the best rides were not caught on tape, but you get a feeling for the sense of adventure some of these kids have 'tube-hopping' and seeing who can push who off of the other tube first. Fun times!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxGTrMHE3HsTdO--WhSFce90t_P-iE9SK5GzGtLbMKOt9z8YKYxFiayCdXqticzc2TRVw5LR3Pt6N0u1wLajQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Some other pics with friends at the lake.......<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSf0P14WDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RinrwVitCwU/s1600-h/HPIM0525.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSf0P14WDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RinrwVitCwU/s320/HPIM0525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243491586120636466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSgAUNUbNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/b4Vrl5NsWh4/s1600-h/HPIM0529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSgAUNUbNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/b4Vrl5NsWh4/s320/HPIM0529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243491793451117778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMShDd020PI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-MUBTC4ONeA/s1600-h/HPIM0563.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMShDd020PI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-MUBTC4ONeA/s320/HPIM0563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243492947084103922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSgubEgcsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RO2MKhs08D8/s1600-h/HPIM0551.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSgubEgcsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RO2MKhs08D8/s320/HPIM0551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243492585567187650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSgjAGXRuI/AAAAAAAAAJo/bjGddgGTf9Q/s1600-h/HPIM0550.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSgjAGXRuI/AAAAAAAAAJo/bjGddgGTf9Q/s320/HPIM0550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243492389348656866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSgLKxsYrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/24gK514cYkA/s1600-h/HPIM0535.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSgLKxsYrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/24gK514cYkA/s320/HPIM0535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243491979897889458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSg5EdOlXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/chfh42Nr5-o/s1600-h/HPIM0557.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSg5EdOlXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/chfh42Nr5-o/s320/HPIM0557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243492768475420018" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSgYmSfMXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UO0VAkbOMTc/s1600-h/HPIM0554.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SMSgYmSfMXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UO0VAkbOMTc/s320/HPIM0554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243492210621493618" border="0" /></a><br />See how Dyson is smiling so big- no fear, because he his chillin' out on the boat with mom and laughing at all the other kids bite it in the water!Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-88530664077781940952008-08-24T14:35:00.000-07:002008-08-24T14:55:19.957-07:00An A-HA momentDyson has been saying a lot of really funny things lately to make me laugh. I never took the time to write them down before, but they are worth remembering.<br />The other day when he was acting up, somehow the idea of Santa came up. I agreed that he may not get the big Lego set or other things he wants from Santa if he isn't good during the year. He said, 'Oh yeah, or else he'll just bring me some of that dirty black stuff from our grill.'<br /><br />Then he got into a deep conversation while he was in the tub. After being in there about 1 1/2 hours playing, he decided he'd rather talk about impt. stuff than play with the foam letters any more. He asked when Jesus would be at church since it is his house. I explained that he is there in spirit, and he never really lived there. Then he asked where he lived. Although he knew the answer already, he seemed surprised when I said heaven, and he proceeded to ask me where Jesus would find a costume up there. For what? To be baptized in. I said, "Dyson, Jesus was already baptized here before he died. Remember, we are learning the song about Jesus being baptized in Primary?" He had a big a-ha moment and then asked where he was baptized. I said "remember the song... down in the river Jordan". He chuckled a little, and then it sunk in. He was thinking it happened in the font at church all along. He said "mom- this is really a river? I can't believe this stuff. The Jordan River is a real place like they say. This is too cool." Maybe you had to be there, but I just laughed because after learning all this stuff week after week, he didn't believe it all really happened. It is like just a big story to him. I guess we better get more serious at FHE!Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-46096438909410634972008-08-15T15:55:00.000-07:002008-08-15T16:11:10.320-07:00I CAN CAN TOMATOES!This actually happened a week or so ago, but I just saw the pictures and got excited about the whole thing again. I grew up helping my grammy 'can' all kinds of vegetables in her garden, so I was really no stranger to this experience. What I hadn't thought of is the fact that I was always the HELPER, not the one orchestrating the whole process. SOOOOO, after picking a whole huge box of tomatoes, we decided to having a tomato canning party for FHE. How bad could this be?? Well, after realizing that there are many steps involved (this is not like freezer jam here), I got things organized and ready to go. First I sterilized the jars and lids. Then got my tomatoes ready to dunk into boiling water, then an ice bath to remove the skins. It was not my lucky day. Our ice machine has been broken and we probably had 10 pieces of ice and a good 100+ tomatoes. I had to make do. Then I had Taylen start skinning the tomatoes. After about 4, she got sick of the smell and said she would help later if it meant staying up past bedtime. By the way, Bart wasn't feeling well either and Dyson had no interest, so FHE ended up being me on a stool with my tomatoes leaning over the sink. After a few hours, I finished. It was a huge pain, but I was proud of myself. The tomatoes look and taste great!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SKYL4cPSJgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7aTRfrvLhUQ/s1600-h/HPIM0522.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SKYL4cPSJgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7aTRfrvLhUQ/s320/HPIM0522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234884681145656834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Some</span> of the tomatoes waiting to be skinned.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SKYMN9MeUKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/A7u3coRghrA/s1600-h/HPIM0520.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SKYMN9MeUKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/A7u3coRghrA/s320/HPIM0520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234885050769494178" border="0" /></a><br />My helper bails on me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SKYMrqx8sII/AAAAAAAAAJA/plvAD5Npf70/s1600-h/HPIM0524.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SKYMrqx8sII/AAAAAAAAAJA/plvAD5Npf70/s320/HPIM0524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234885561222475906" border="0" /></a><br />Every jar sealed. It was a miracle!Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-78202742357527244482008-08-09T10:38:00.001-07:002008-08-09T10:52:35.691-07:00Olympic HumorWe started watching the opening ceremonies last night as a family. It was so beautiful and the word AMAZING doesn't do it justice. I again realized how hard it is to watch anything with 3 kids popping around and talking non-stop. The kids noted a few things I didn't pick up on.....<br />At the part when there were women gliding around in the air like fairies. Taylen asked how they did that. Dyson told her "They each have a rocket pack and cape."<br /><br />At the part when the men were doing painting with their bodies, I asked Taylen what she thought of that. She said "I could do that easy. They just roll around on the floor."<br /><br />Finally, the one that made me laugh the most. We were noticing how most of the Chinese people look so similar and it would be impossible in America to find thousands of men to perform with the same look and body type. One little Chinese girl came out singing and waving and Taylen said- "Hey look, that girl goes to Red Bank!" Bart and I laughed and said no she doesn't. A lot of Chinese people look similar. She said, "No really, I see her all the time. She's in an older class than me." So I guess I will keep my eyes peeled this year for her.Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-77143459822431804832008-08-03T16:02:00.000-07:002008-08-03T21:17:51.494-07:00I'm sorry signs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJaC4X4aALI/AAAAAAAAAIg/a2Sa7TKCoXc/s1600-h/HPIM0515.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJaC4X4aALI/AAAAAAAAAIg/a2Sa7TKCoXc/s320/HPIM0515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230511922232295602" border="0" /></a><br />Do your kids ever do things wrong, then turn around and say "I'm sorry". I had to post this because everywhere I look, my house is being taken over by I'm sorry signs. It all started when Dyson was old enough to write. He would go in his room for time out and then come out with big puppy dog eyes and a crumbled sealed envelope. Inside was his I'm sorry note. It was all misspelled and the envelope was still wet, but my heart melted. Then Taylen started doing it too. She is more artistic and creative, so hers have pictures, flaps, and all kinds of cool things. No one ever really says anything about it, they just hand it to me and run back to time out and we talk about it when time outs up. They are cute and it makes them spend time considering what they did. I love these notes!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJY76L6a63I/AAAAAAAAAHw/DuJjtKDUswo/s1600-h/HPIM0519.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJY76L6a63I/AAAAAAAAAHw/DuJjtKDUswo/s320/HPIM0519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230433888053685106" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sooo cute- Dyson wrote "I forgive me"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJY7inu7SVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jR9U5ZKJzaY/s1600-h/HPIM0516.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJY7inu7SVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jR9U5ZKJzaY/s320/HPIM0516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230433483204806994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJY7qEUXJ8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/vW82tz2wgv0/s1600-h/HPIM0517.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJY7qEUXJ8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/vW82tz2wgv0/s320/HPIM0517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230433611137099714" border="0" /></a>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-38553574047733890032008-08-03T15:54:00.000-07:002008-08-03T16:20:55.013-07:00Never too young for makeupTaylen and her friend Madi did makeovers yesterday. They set up a room and had a small waiting room in one of the bathrooms with chairs, coloring activities, and a sign in sheet. They were busy for hours, and I really didn't care what they did, as long as it didn't involve food or bugging mommy. I read the sign in sheet, it was quite cute. Layney was listed as wanting random hair and makeup, Dyson wanted a spike and mohawk, and their friend Brooke said a puffy bun and makeup.<br />They actually stayed busy for hours and did a professional job.<br />The funniest thing was when Bart saw Layney and said this was a little too much makeup for her age. Was he serious that she should even be wearing makeup at all??? Guys are clueless.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJY8oE26vRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/haJWo9EhuqU/s1600-h/HPIM0509.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJY8oE26vRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/haJWo9EhuqU/s320/HPIM0509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230434676433927442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJY9KVivKAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ckjgktY1KKc/s1600-h/HPIM0513.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJY9KVivKAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ckjgktY1KKc/s320/HPIM0513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230435265028237314" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJY9RjE1muI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KhuiUG89Vzw/s1600-h/HPIM0514.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJY9RjE1muI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KhuiUG89Vzw/s320/HPIM0514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230435388920011490" border="0" /></a>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-37787704674460811632008-08-02T12:13:00.000-07:002008-08-02T12:26:36.616-07:00Champions!Just a few pics of our championship church softball team. The Clovis 3rd ward guys really played their hearts out this year and I think there were a few newcomers who even surprised themselves. I should have taken a few of the fan base, but I wasn't that organized. I'm lucky I thought to do this the last 2 games.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJSzOLxI2SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OBotQfOX61A/s1600-h/HPIM0496.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJSzOLxI2SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OBotQfOX61A/s320/HPIM0496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230002123542419746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJSzGDZ1V1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/PyzCY-HaDMw/s1600-h/HPIM0494.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJSzGDZ1V1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/PyzCY-HaDMw/s320/HPIM0494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230001983858235218" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJSy8HOiRkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JvjP9oIux9s/s1600-h/HPIM0491.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJSy8HOiRkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JvjP9oIux9s/s320/HPIM0491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230001813085898306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJSz9GAZmmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/m36TtxU-eK8/s1600-h/HPIM0498.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJSz9GAZmmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/m36TtxU-eK8/s320/HPIM0498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230002929449671266" border="0" /></a><br />I wish my camera was a little better, sometimes it works great and sometimes it comes across a little foggy. Maybe something needs to be cleaned.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJS0gtfUBDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qcxguq7lHSY/s1600-h/HPIM0499.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJS0gtfUBDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qcxguq7lHSY/s320/HPIM0499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230003541343732786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJS0spoU6AI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Bqg1T9SHl_w/s1600-h/HPIM0500.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SJS0spoU6AI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Bqg1T9SHl_w/s320/HPIM0500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230003746466228226" border="0" /></a>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-60701800934902235762008-07-25T14:48:00.000-07:002008-07-25T14:55:52.230-07:00Twilight AddictionI swore to myself I wasn't going to read the "Twilight" book, so highly recommended by many friends. After all, I have no time to sit down and relax, let alone crack open an ENTIRE book. I knew I would just make myself feel guilty looking at it day after day if I had no time to get to it. But finally there were too many of you who kept raving about it, and I borrowed it from a friend. Two nights ago I started on the first chapter. It was quite intriguing. The next day I took my new found love to the gym and pedaled a bike for over an hour while I got into it deeper. By night, I couldn't believe my eyes as I noticed I was on page 256! This book is REALLY as good as they all said. I will finish today. Can't feel too guilty spending so much time with it. It was only with me three days.Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-66171305823281859372008-07-20T15:35:00.000-07:002008-07-20T15:55:59.383-07:00BEACH TRIP!!!!We just came back from a great trip with the young women over to Morro Bay this past weekend. We cooked some great meals, watched movies, the hot Karaoke machine came out and we rocked out in a whole collection of wigs, and played many group games. The whole time was fun, fun, fun, except trying to find a spot to park at Pismo/Avila on Saturday. We ended up at Avila since it was less crowded by far, and the girls had fun bonding, shopping, laying out, eating. Everyone needed that break out of Fresno, and EVERYONE already talks about going back. It will be an annual trip!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SIO_P76NP1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZdWVI7cInEg/s1600-h/HPIM0447.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SIO_P76NP1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZdWVI7cInEg/s320/HPIM0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225230273180680018" border="0" /></a><br />Down shopping the strip in Morro Bay- great to breathe that air!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SIO_sGuczqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oSy9zpxN4Ls/s1600-h/HPIM0453.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SIO_sGuczqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oSy9zpxN4Ls/s320/HPIM0453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225230757120495266" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This was the "Hand Game"- we all got close and cozy for.<br />Actually we never got all of us in a picture together, but 16 of us went!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SIPAMe-jAlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/UhNXmwrGyzI/s1600-h/HPIM0470.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SIPAMe-jAlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/UhNXmwrGyzI/s320/HPIM0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225231313386275410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SIPAZvO-BiI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RMk6tD7Yrd8/s1600-h/HPIM0471.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SIPAZvO-BiI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RMk6tD7Yrd8/s320/HPIM0471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225231541088421410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SIPCCYjBvqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8L6gzYioKNA/s1600-h/HPIM0462.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SIPCCYjBvqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8L6gzYioKNA/s320/HPIM0462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225233338884800162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SIPAxn0-X4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/SJCMbqhLvMI/s1600-h/HPIM0482.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SIPAxn0-X4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/SJCMbqhLvMI/s320/HPIM0482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225231951417204610" border="0" /></a><br />Being goofy- one almost got stuck in the ride! Misty, Julia, Stefani, Margaret.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SIPBIjvapaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YT4ZStE_hDc/s1600-h/HPIM0484.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SIPBIjvapaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YT4ZStE_hDc/s320/HPIM0484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225232345457141154" border="0" /></a><br />Had to post this. Julia is obviously a dancer. What a pose!<br />Luz was going to jump, but wasn't ready just yet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SIPBeXbiAII/AAAAAAAAAGI/TTKjQTgi5eY/s1600-h/HPIM0486.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SIPBeXbiAII/AAAAAAAAAGI/TTKjQTgi5eY/s320/HPIM0486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225232720109633666" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Not clear, but I love how much fun we are having-<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SIPBsAJZpNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mSB6v0cpQVg/s1600-h/HPIM0487.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SIPBsAJZpNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mSB6v0cpQVg/s320/HPIM0487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225232954377741522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SIPB7QRixcI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wFZPR9NLkkQ/s1600-h/HPIM0488.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SIPB7QRixcI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wFZPR9NLkkQ/s320/HPIM0488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225233216404899266" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is my favorite picture. Misty, Julia, Stefani, Nicolette, Luz.<br />I love our girls.Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-34729519904972598022008-07-07T09:39:00.001-07:002008-07-07T09:56:04.709-07:00Starting to swimThis is a little video to show Grammy and Pop-pop how comfortable Layney has become being in the pool since they left. (Taylen is always my little assistant, and never complains when I put her in the spotlight too!) Layney has been practicing floating alone and trusting her floaties or vest to keep her up. She is braver than the other 2 were at this age. <br />She is also good at finding the diving toys with the kids. While they are hurrying and diving under to grab toys, Layney is popping around on top of the water and feeling them and squeezing them between her toes to lift them up. She certainly holds her own with her bro and sis, and never just sits back and watches. Quite a competitive bunch.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw5OwSshYM3rz-DVqlbUyw0wqizFiIhfjpVe2HAslX5gDMsblpmWiIMRBT42G4io8nnwEkxieEjsudyFDMJpg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-33980341015494491472008-07-02T13:15:00.001-07:002008-07-02T13:21:19.803-07:00Potty Training<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SGvjNH6w72I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LEwZZR5HIqs/s1600-h/Hpim0181b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SGvjNH6w72I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LEwZZR5HIqs/s320/Hpim0181b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218514407842180962" border="0" /></a><br />It certainly has been easy and quite interesting potty training Layney. She came to me when she turned 2 and has gone with very few accidents ever since.<br /><br />She does have one little quirky side, though. She wants you to follow her to the bathroom, but you aren't allowed to look or talk or anything. Most times she tells me to "close your eyes and look away, mommy" or "stand in the hall and don't peek". I almost always forget about her doing this until I am helping her pull her shorts down and I'm told to go away. No, come back. No, don't look. Even sometimes she wants me to put my face to the wall. Hey-- I'll do whatever it takes so I don't have to ever buy diapers again!!!!!Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-37942871432881827892008-07-02T12:51:00.000-07:002008-07-02T12:58:19.163-07:00Many faces of TaylenSometimes I feel like we are living the life of movie stars here in Clovis. Every day is up and down, and as you can see in the following pictures, you never know what today's attitude might be. I had to laugh because we took a lot of pictures over the last few weeks, and Taylen consistently was a grump or the happiest girl ever. Watch out!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SGvdGYIp4eI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IABVJF12-MY/s1600-h/June+2008+449.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SGvdGYIp4eI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IABVJF12-MY/s320/June+2008+449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218507694866555362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SGvdU9Rj8-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/a-IwRxASiuk/s1600-h/June+2008+455.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SGvdU9Rj8-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/a-IwRxASiuk/s320/June+2008+455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218507945354195938" border="0" /></a>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492302167957466915.post-58841155951506712092008-06-21T08:19:00.000-07:002008-06-21T13:53:50.479-07:00San Diego or BustZoom in to Dyson's face!!! Ha ha<br />Actually everyone is pretty funny.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SF0h3kwZJgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/icT7zptC-Jc/s1600-h/HPIM0298a.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SF0h3kwZJgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/icT7zptC-Jc/s320/HPIM0298a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214361182208075266" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We just got back from a great week in southern Cal. The weather was great- a little on the warm side, but nothing like here in Clovis!<br />We hit Legoland on Tuesday which the kids loved!<br />Wednesday we went to Mission Bay beach and got there about 10 am. It wasn't crowded yet, and although it was still a bit cool, the kids headed straight out to jump the waves. By the time we left a few hours later, the sun was out and the beach was packed. Taylen collected sea shells and Layney was quite content filling and emptying a bucket with sand with her little blue shovel. No one could take it away from her. Dyson somehow managed to score a hot chick, and approached a 20-something girl in a bikini and started playing football with her for 10 minutes or so along the waterline. Go figure!<br />Thursday we went to Sea World. At first Taylen said she was bored to death, but by the end of the day, she said she wanted to be a dolphin or whale trainer when she gets older. The shamu show really does wonders for kids. The whales are amazing how they interact with people. I'm glad they loved it.<br />I must say Friday was definitely the "Bust" in the trip. They way down we hit a good deal of L.A. traffic, but coming home was brutal. It took hours to get through L.A. because of dumb things like construction, lanes closed for repairing railings, widening roads, cars overheated, etc. etc. Just when we started moving, we would slow down. Although we hit a ton of bumper to bumper jams, and we did stop for a while for lunch, we made it in 7 hours. Good to be HOME!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SF0hHtZ87dI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0951xUAcie4/s1600-h/HPIM0319.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SF0hHtZ87dI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0951xUAcie4/s320/HPIM0319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214360359896149458" border="0" /></a><br />Taylen heading out for a ride in the lego city.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SF0iTMy1PJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/58eEcMdZ3V4/s1600-h/HPIM0318.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SF0iTMy1PJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/58eEcMdZ3V4/s320/HPIM0318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214361656812190866" border="0" /></a><br />This is a huge course the kids really drive in!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SF0gRgjfIXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7ZTLTQnJUlI/s1600-h/HPIM0382.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SF0gRgjfIXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7ZTLTQnJUlI/s320/HPIM0382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214359428733542770" border="0" /></a><br />There were many hands on experiences.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SF0f7of0_KI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Tuem829T_CA/s1600-h/HPIM0386.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SF0f7of0_KI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Tuem829T_CA/s320/HPIM0386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214359052908559522" border="0" /></a><br />Dad and Dyson in the underground aquarium.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SF0fr5wnoEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LyFj62VsCos/s1600-h/HPIM0341.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SF0fr5wnoEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LyFj62VsCos/s320/HPIM0341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214358782664482882" border="0" /></a><br />Layney happy as a clam.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SF0fevYcutI/AAAAAAAAADw/I9KywCGCrP8/s1600-h/HPIM0342.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SF0fevYcutI/AAAAAAAAADw/I9KywCGCrP8/s320/HPIM0342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214358556540451538" border="0" /></a><br />Taylen dug a huge hole and then put Layney in it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SF0fJ1z1KpI/AAAAAAAAADo/XpEhqZY6TIk/s1600-h/HPIM0337.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rmzGHTi78I/SF0fJ1z1KpI/AAAAAAAAADo/XpEhqZY6TIk/s320/HPIM0337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214358197488659090" border="0" /></a><br />Dyson waiting for the waves to crash in.Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17657259278331972000noreply@blogger.com3