tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90477433231317662582024-03-19T04:26:25.639-07:00Ulrich'sTim and Steph Ulrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10512761952905118423noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-21450363556336555972012-02-15T17:57:00.000-08:002012-02-15T17:57:11.802-08:00Nummy!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Delilah...oh Delilah. She is such a little character. Really though. I know you all think she is just a super cute little gal {which she is}, but really, she's a turd. Big time. Brock was such an easy toddler. Never threw a fit, told us no or any of that. Delilah...is pretty much exact opposite. She gets into all sorts of stuff. All the time. Climbs everything. Today- she found the sugar "bowl". I always know there is trouble when it gets too quiet. Here she is trying to look innocent. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9lI0Y9Gt4uTPzea1kiUvS2H6BSMk10G0uvz30asOrbCV8N-mLMxq9OQ-pEooGN6yW0bJMqHAq_y_B0S6Cncv5AUBZUSMM-7gyg-hmBhY7V0zMFX_P4wMozG85E7nxseY96BBy4iyQ5YnR/s1600/DSC03482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9lI0Y9Gt4uTPzea1kiUvS2H6BSMk10G0uvz30asOrbCV8N-mLMxq9OQ-pEooGN6yW0bJMqHAq_y_B0S6Cncv5AUBZUSMM-7gyg-hmBhY7V0zMFX_P4wMozG85E7nxseY96BBy4iyQ5YnR/s320/DSC03482.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> No mom, I don't have anything on my face.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZybItVw_SZQBpnqFFow5aKIpVD63H0GnzSZ4q6eCqCacCDP2AJHOctviOGxCYDh3OgDLbPgLtTFRY8CorU1-DTLuTEaWVZzZN3cq-jSFAKCb6ddzuUd5HvJnht-38ScZe85m4hCQeRbAY/s1600/DSC03484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZybItVw_SZQBpnqFFow5aKIpVD63H0GnzSZ4q6eCqCacCDP2AJHOctviOGxCYDh3OgDLbPgLtTFRY8CorU1-DTLuTEaWVZzZN3cq-jSFAKCb6ddzuUd5HvJnht-38ScZe85m4hCQeRbAY/s320/DSC03484.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> Ahhhhh. I see. Lick 'em, Stick 'em annnnd repeat! She was licking her WHOLE palm and then sticking it in.<br />
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<div>I never know what this chick is going to do...Like going from sugar straight to the diaper rash cream. True story. It looked like she had white lipstick on. I was too grossed out to snap a pic.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-7130800472699498382012-02-01T11:42:00.000-08:002012-02-01T11:42:55.330-08:00Potty Mouthed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Despite the crazy hair and crusty face looks innocent enough right? Well you're WRONG! Miss Delilah AKA the Honeybadger {'cuz she just don't care} has a potty mouth. Oh Ya. Ok well not really. She is a little behind on her speech actually. But, just this week she has really started to say more. I have to tell you first, that Delilah LOVES buttons and switches. When she sees one she wants to push she would just point and get all excited about it. I would then pick her up and say "Button?" Well, the little miss has caught right on...sorta. The other day we are walking down the hall and D excitedly starts to exclaim, "Butt! Butt! Butt!" I didn't know what she was talking about, I mean did my butt really look that much bigger that day? Then she got frustrated and reverted to the the pointing. Ohhhhhh You want to push a BUTT-on. I get it. Ha. Now whenever she sees a button..."BUTT!?!" I have to admit, it's pretty cute to hear a sweet little voice say that word. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWZvqjx0zQpI51U55n2yhc9bl_Va8HBE52xQyKkMgrto2wbcujxuiYGRDaaI5Q66XUbdcgS3gn1PRHJPMlhoob64_ilKC3uX6a_LnWZYdVaRIKvGos2Nm36x9UAKahsm6kyj8lNJGphbhM/s1600/DSC03435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWZvqjx0zQpI51U55n2yhc9bl_Va8HBE52xQyKkMgrto2wbcujxuiYGRDaaI5Q66XUbdcgS3gn1PRHJPMlhoob64_ilKC3uX6a_LnWZYdVaRIKvGos2Nm36x9UAKahsm6kyj8lNJGphbhM/s320/DSC03435.JPG" width="320" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Remember when the B man would count by saying, "A**, *SS, A*S!"? {can you figure that out?} Who knows where he picked that up. But he was about D's age when he started counting like that. So glad he grew out of that! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And here is a classic Brock face. All that's missing is his signature eye roll.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLoba-oM9cKkTo81DiSterbwd8iKkcCDiVYTJpaYhYr74Swdn3laIRrteabOUoBLm4uS9B0IfQbyfIcjUtOYGv80TPkLryru_b74mKU0Refi73riNFdPGqhtcmgTJrxVtE13mOyrcfGzuD/s1600/DSC03421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLoba-oM9cKkTo81DiSterbwd8iKkcCDiVYTJpaYhYr74Swdn3laIRrteabOUoBLm4uS9B0IfQbyfIcjUtOYGv80TPkLryru_b74mKU0Refi73riNFdPGqhtcmgTJrxVtE13mOyrcfGzuD/s320/DSC03421.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-54304683062510104392012-01-27T10:13:00.000-08:002012-01-27T10:13:40.374-08:00Shut the Front Door!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She's blogging again?!?! Well, I don't know about again....but yes, I am back at it...for the time being... As we are all the way over here in MN I really should be better at this. I know you all miss us to pieces. And we miss you too. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We have been in MN over 6 months now. I can't believe that the time went by so fast. That's a good thing. Maybe the remaining 5 1/2 years will fly by too. {HA} All things considered, MN hasn't treated us too bad. We have the sweetest neighbors. Brock has made some fun new friends. Mom and Dad have even ventured out and made a few new friends. It's so much harder for adults to break out of their shells and meet new people. I have been going to the same gym multiple times a week since we moved here and just a few days ago I finally met and actually <i>talked</i> to some of the other regulars. It was nice. Residency has been good to us too. I feel like we get to see Tim pretty often. He is home for dinner most nights. The hardest part is when he has to work weekends. Which happens a lot. Then I start to feel like my days just melt on into the other and there is no beginning or end to my week. And don't even get me going on church. Not easy going by yourself, but Delilah just started nursery and it's AMAZING!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In all of Rochester, MN and it's glory, nothing seemed to compared to the winter...uh...what? This year we have been so lucky with the weather. It didn't really SNOW till mid January. And I loved it. The long period with out snow, that is. Brock, however, got a "Sic" {to borrow the vernacular from the kids at the local sled hill} sled for Christmas and has been chomping at the bit to ride it. This last Monday, Tim had a rare day off and we all bundled up and headed to the hill. Brock was so excited. D was annoyed that she looked a little plump in her snow suit and couldn't walk very well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQPZsFBmGifdidp4iSYSh0QL0ij-mVfYmjq_nkdA0tWvq3uyQ3GPAqERkZ77vDPi_GOqGYboCes9roxhm0wu7MyPLSNkZcOF8IrVoNbm1oq3g42Ni32BUCdyw1zLJWVxmUyNW3cMYgLtvU/s1600/DSC03383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQPZsFBmGifdidp4iSYSh0QL0ij-mVfYmjq_nkdA0tWvq3uyQ3GPAqERkZ77vDPi_GOqGYboCes9roxhm0wu7MyPLSNkZcOF8IrVoNbm1oq3g42Ni32BUCdyw1zLJWVxmUyNW3cMYgLtvU/s320/DSC03383.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> "No Mom, this is not a picture moment!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi80zqJGBQOqZeea_C9jXWMsiKdQqh_EKcrjDxg6IeGhqSsv-QiLytTOeyBRf4be3HmxuJzvJdsBGm9Q_lzxlQSHfMFV1awT4HHjs8BqCtw5FvW_VCD6VYE52WB_oeiqwKQ8c6jZEm9Gm-D/s1600/DSC03384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi80zqJGBQOqZeea_C9jXWMsiKdQqh_EKcrjDxg6IeGhqSsv-QiLytTOeyBRf4be3HmxuJzvJdsBGm9Q_lzxlQSHfMFV1awT4HHjs8BqCtw5FvW_VCD6VYE52WB_oeiqwKQ8c6jZEm9Gm-D/s320/DSC03384.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> "Lemme go!" Alas, not cute pictures for the 2 of us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi29t4hY2ZbRRUC-IMT_JnxyRom808QXG4njEbFNpm6DsuUMJ-IZmbFZ6Xgqf3mAOcGSK5hKCcoVYZz8-ASQeg7q9N908CbBlnkwgSZNbQkk4gm_o2y9ZcGNWwavQ6SSNXJJJYRzWfG_VHK/s1600/DSC03397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi29t4hY2ZbRRUC-IMT_JnxyRom808QXG4njEbFNpm6DsuUMJ-IZmbFZ6Xgqf3mAOcGSK5hKCcoVYZz8-ASQeg7q9N908CbBlnkwgSZNbQkk4gm_o2y9ZcGNWwavQ6SSNXJJJYRzWfG_VHK/s320/DSC03397.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Here come D and T down the hill on her sled. She did like the actual sledding part.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbdy6R4B7-VWezQvYql5s_AtnQ2UBmUu-1DeCDR8PrfVfToRCdUA19rLoisRZehrd8jTwbJFzQ5aV6b71Dimcf8TzKHwJvXHSNrxL5v6H0j8QQDi3NyjJ92qVSyzn8wJqIq-MLsOeQzDXw/s1600/DSC03399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbdy6R4B7-VWezQvYql5s_AtnQ2UBmUu-1DeCDR8PrfVfToRCdUA19rLoisRZehrd8jTwbJFzQ5aV6b71Dimcf8TzKHwJvXHSNrxL5v6H0j8QQDi3NyjJ92qVSyzn8wJqIq-MLsOeQzDXw/s320/DSC03399.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5AVtKpkBU-DD72bV-8mS0RBzWgGsU_99_v9TOEnyAEdE8Sl0wOso3yKN4bj3_ssV7d-Cx8ZXfyCP-HrVWZvI0nWTWF95_xSXq3FxiuKulrnGpiNUhHD-UutQprqX5EFab68Ok-ILiILTc/s1600/DSC03347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5AVtKpkBU-DD72bV-8mS0RBzWgGsU_99_v9TOEnyAEdE8Sl0wOso3yKN4bj3_ssV7d-Cx8ZXfyCP-HrVWZvI0nWTWF95_xSXq3FxiuKulrnGpiNUhHD-UutQprqX5EFab68Ok-ILiILTc/s400/DSC03347.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Does this sled make me look fat?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZLHlaQ73gCKqW9Qtd9PDq6dnZMJtfcFhqL9cP19WO_L2q5HAKMBTlb5LzCyD7SVvQzA9dMUBTEUOwIoQ0_ZjXNM8D9PPyHG8VCpcZhprKilHZHSA2p0UP38uCerQVyqsbUTtJ8OOgIEUN/s1600/DSC03360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZLHlaQ73gCKqW9Qtd9PDq6dnZMJtfcFhqL9cP19WO_L2q5HAKMBTlb5LzCyD7SVvQzA9dMUBTEUOwIoQ0_ZjXNM8D9PPyHG8VCpcZhprKilHZHSA2p0UP38uCerQVyqsbUTtJ8OOgIEUN/s400/DSC03360.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Escape!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibiReMwPtS3960y7-hrxecDoZUJtA3HSWB5JiPxXxOOoKR5jLVMukHN-Oxi8vvY9cyuKxIECXvszoQTD5wYR1d4gvgD4DkGqXRPhWu0-x5WB3eYQLD5jtjWCtOQ00HlDBHfiwI6EHbKXHI/s1600/DSC03373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibiReMwPtS3960y7-hrxecDoZUJtA3HSWB5JiPxXxOOoKR5jLVMukHN-Oxi8vvY9cyuKxIECXvszoQTD5wYR1d4gvgD4DkGqXRPhWu0-x5WB3eYQLD5jtjWCtOQ00HlDBHfiwI6EHbKXHI/s400/DSC03373.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Brock and his awesome sled. He is the envy of the hill. That is for dang sure!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyXe6wvyjghlzfW2aWtJ6pmtEmNyNUlD5IEouhTfR-OeI9d06G1N016DbS9ItvYMUMMgdnEwkLIO0Xz3dDS8CgcNE4DFaE4V9tQmi1hEW0XcuyDXNNCPZSj6EdF6NCSWtGMvFgDbm0foQR/s1600/DSC03378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyXe6wvyjghlzfW2aWtJ6pmtEmNyNUlD5IEouhTfR-OeI9d06G1N016DbS9ItvYMUMMgdnEwkLIO0Xz3dDS8CgcNE4DFaE4V9tQmi1hEW0XcuyDXNNCPZSj6EdF6NCSWtGMvFgDbm0foQR/s400/DSC03378.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had so much fun. Brock would have stayed all day, but D was cold and tired. I need to try and find her some water proof gloves.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And just because she is cute-</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicg4fvOQLfh50lwhGmAqSvOWPv2sV2cd-mX7AF-gNvQsbRrMSSwklS8yOpNlgeoGTTe9g7LQ_zG1WrCo143eNqPdNLwHZjtWeuKjCnqr2CP3uQ5QepHAfVUVlRxjh2POUFwsw-rQ_uhk0G/s1600/DSC03334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicg4fvOQLfh50lwhGmAqSvOWPv2sV2cd-mX7AF-gNvQsbRrMSSwklS8yOpNlgeoGTTe9g7LQ_zG1WrCo143eNqPdNLwHZjtWeuKjCnqr2CP3uQ5QepHAfVUVlRxjh2POUFwsw-rQ_uhk0G/s320/DSC03334.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Last time I blogged was basically a year ago. D was 6months and now she it 18 months! Crazy. she is a total little pill however. Don't let that picture fool ya. Her favorite word is "NO!" and I hear it alot! She also likes to sing. And because The Biebs AKA Justin Bieber is a favorite in this house, she can now sing the "baby, bay, baby OHHHHHH" part of the chorus. It's pretty cute. I need to get a video.<br />
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Brock is still the sweetest boy ever. Like seriously. He is just so good. We made banana bread the other day and he said " Oh Momma, I love this banana bread! Thanks SO much for making it!" I don't think he could be any sweeter. I hope it never changes!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-3457059194208040332011-01-31T15:48:00.000-08:002011-01-31T16:03:46.227-08:006 Months<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><div>How is it that Delilah is already 6 months old? Wasn't it just last week that I was over due? Wasn't it just a few days ago that I was complaining of C-Section pain? And wasn't it just yesterday that I was cuddling my sweet newborn and smelling her hair? It's scary how fast time can pass sometimes. Well, her she is on her big half birthday. She wouldn't smile. This is as good as it gets.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiUEWsMmu11TU97WaZKP5iZkLAlpLuf2K5ok7GgTtefXchpnAMVL18TNyzr9Xd576mAdoC9MiKlR2BilJduQIgHXSS9V99lrTEfAhiIgrXYPFf_e_QK6UuJ7RcNsZxmMeZovaOs2_lhsWA/s400/DSC00668.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568501570760443874" />Delilah is such a stoic little person. She is not at all like Brock, who would smile his face off for anybody. Stranger or not, that kid never stopped smiling. Delilah is just more reserved I guess. She does smile though, if you do this-
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<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Lately Tim and I have been talking about Brock's TV time. Does he watch too much? Is he going to warp his brain? Will he become obese?!? It's true. TV is the #1 cause of childhood obesity! Before we sat down and talked about it I thought he didn't watch too much. B's TV time went like this- and hour of cartoons in the am while eating breakfast, a movie in the afternoon during "naps" and then Tim comes home and Brock usually watches whatever Dad watches {football, barf}. So that adds up... fast. More that I thought anyway. So we decided to cut morning TV. We listen to Disney Radio on Pandora instead. It's working great. 'Cept one little thing... Brock wants to hang out with Mom a lot more!</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOmIiL3XWty52mwKc_2bFbYJ5Rh0YnWgPUCP2UCuFjTJv3m7Kr4yVap3EzOqOgkiGCq7uiGQt0LUKeB8JAZpkiVRZRbnUO3FYzxQskmh6v9nzMvBOC5Ry-V8XWAB-WY-iFGcTPy4sFTYHd/s1600/DSC00555.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOmIiL3XWty52mwKc_2bFbYJ5Rh0YnWgPUCP2UCuFjTJv3m7Kr4yVap3EzOqOgkiGCq7uiGQt0LUKeB8JAZpkiVRZRbnUO3FYzxQskmh6v9nzMvBOC5Ry-V8XWAB-WY-iFGcTPy4sFTYHd/s1600/DSC00555.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOmIiL3XWty52mwKc_2bFbYJ5Rh0YnWgPUCP2UCuFjTJv3m7Kr4yVap3EzOqOgkiGCq7uiGQt0LUKeB8JAZpkiVRZRbnUO3FYzxQskmh6v9nzMvBOC5Ry-V8XWAB-WY-iFGcTPy4sFTYHd/s400/DSC00555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566192605787099634" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >"Helping" Mom figure out the new lightbox for photography. No this isn't how you use it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I love spending time with the little man. But somethings are just easier alone. Like making cinnamon rolls. Brock loves to help me bake. I usually don't mind, but today he turned the mixer on a little too early and a little to fast and well, flour went all over my kitchen. Then I was cleaning it up, he is again trying to help and I ended up getting kicked in the face. Twice. Sigh.</span></div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtdJBqOOSkty6thhvYhRYlMFSdcA4pB_6wcNsLzo8YjFrW9VHUbTHDfPnc3Jq5r_84DsxU47JOqwI_vXZoNaK_aoRkWor3WU_mIwfTFHbhcenYnOqioEIkH3-xJYqiFb74RGSEoIR6ooWV/s400/DSC00438.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566192586698632674" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" > trying to get a picture of Delilah rolling over...so Brock is also trying to get a picture of Delilah</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And here is where the internal debate begins. Oh it would just be so much easier to turn on the tube and let him veg out. AKA so I can veg out {or clean, fold laundry, go to the bathroom in peace}. But, if I let him watch a cartoon will his brain turn to slush? I mean what really goes on up there anyway? {</span><span class="Apple-style-span" >please see below</span><span class="Apple-style-span" >}</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYnq1D4g_bUirpE0uFdcbIgZyK9e4PFJagu7D6Jeh8i2RLmDssMPr_OOjXDEj1HKVS49gn5S5hnt_Iy6N95buf5m93IFwiFg19b1CGO-7lMPP-dZTDPyATPnEBUVoFVpQ3hdzGmXIDzSX/s1600/DSC00545.JPG"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYnq1D4g_bUirpE0uFdcbIgZyK9e4PFJagu7D6Jeh8i2RLmDssMPr_OOjXDEj1HKVS49gn5S5hnt_Iy6N95buf5m93IFwiFg19b1CGO-7lMPP-dZTDPyATPnEBUVoFVpQ3hdzGmXIDzSX/s1600/DSC00545.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYnq1D4g_bUirpE0uFdcbIgZyK9e4PFJagu7D6Jeh8i2RLmDssMPr_OOjXDEj1HKVS49gn5S5hnt_Iy6N95buf5m93IFwiFg19b1CGO-7lMPP-dZTDPyATPnEBUVoFVpQ3hdzGmXIDzSX/s400/DSC00545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566192600862878098" /></a>So after a little thought and after tripping over him twice while trying to put towels away, I myself threw in the towel and decided to turn something on. Word World. At least it's educational right? He knows all his letters and their sounds, maybe he'll learn to read too. I think it may be ok to indulge his television habit every once in a while. But only with good stuff, educational stuff. Which is hard because Spongebob is just so captivating. But sometimes, just sometimes, mom needs a breather.
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The whole 4 course meal!<div><br /></div><div>The ever handsome Timothy-<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihPAiAQdMFOEvIANBqsJuCxhJFizEVEJJh0vaTCj6Ncvw7f2nUaatuiBMfZpCA72t2UbQJNdqai9lbcw-4Zl9dRKzn0ZUNtdvVK5vBL-0tBKWJJsT7y1zkJEqnHHO8RYTLfAVqIkJhIDQ3/s1600/DSCN2121.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihPAiAQdMFOEvIANBqsJuCxhJFizEVEJJh0vaTCj6Ncvw7f2nUaatuiBMfZpCA72t2UbQJNdqai9lbcw-4Zl9dRKzn0ZUNtdvVK5vBL-0tBKWJJsT7y1zkJEqnHHO8RYTLfAVqIkJhIDQ3/s400/DSCN2121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562991073703343458" /></a>Me {please ignore the grey hairs...} and my.... pokers.... not sure what these are called.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-iSmaH8j12qw1AshETx98aefTOiawLsNBhhqfEkHpYvnYZEhz2xvV2VPXoP1nUupexukwkC0HI6qjpdMXragsNc6n1hYCQwX9JcMrLQBRMYuEDpyBsbnD-c2kcRoci_PB8P0YpVIrF1A/s1600/DSCN2122.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-iSmaH8j12qw1AshETx98aefTOiawLsNBhhqfEkHpYvnYZEhz2xvV2VPXoP1nUupexukwkC0HI6qjpdMXragsNc6n1hYCQwX9JcMrLQBRMYuEDpyBsbnD-c2kcRoci_PB8P0YpVIrF1A/s400/DSCN2122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562991069715586258" /></a>Cooking our dinner. Tim and I both tried Duck for the first time. It was seriously delish. The shrimp and pepper crusted flank steak weren't too bad either.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDuLi9FZkxgpZpVTHcllPv7YZ71Tn0HCY5ohhJaTnh67MC8SGYe2_CZhy0AzOMt6I5DFWewvfTokc0kUNrpleT23Mh9PiGxvFOmNbf37zmDIzZCrxujZFEMhNxYp8pvL5gPHmWKUL9aB6Z/s1600/DSCN2126.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDuLi9FZkxgpZpVTHcllPv7YZ71Tn0HCY5ohhJaTnh67MC8SGYe2_CZhy0AzOMt6I5DFWewvfTokc0kUNrpleT23Mh9PiGxvFOmNbf37zmDIzZCrxujZFEMhNxYp8pvL5gPHmWKUL9aB6Z/s400/DSCN2126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562991064208975234" /></a>They brought this plate out with dessert. They also made me a "cheesey" birthday card, signed by the staff. How thoughtful!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji-tmcNumMt9bJfZfZVymyY0gD2ezCvlehYaO8EutdUF_AA6YqJgSjlPDhG9gaKedeX4Uj2YGWFAcq3LokpisfjgAnwa2TozCc2khURRZ456VKfL9RH90OpqzhR3SHYH1edmF6cR47v6Xl/s1600/DSCN2127.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji-tmcNumMt9bJfZfZVymyY0gD2ezCvlehYaO8EutdUF_AA6YqJgSjlPDhG9gaKedeX4Uj2YGWFAcq3LokpisfjgAnwa2TozCc2khURRZ456VKfL9RH90OpqzhR3SHYH1edmF6cR47v6Xl/s400/DSCN2127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562991063170329042" /></a>Eating a banana dipped in the banana's Foster chocolate fondu. This was to die for. I'd had 2 other dessert fondu's at the Melting Pot and this was by far the BEST!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja6LPLazdEXmd-vIFTdQTrRCGUI_QDH0HJ2ieOBTGyxKVBHog9xZfRlsJH9ImWNNz0KjpQjwuSItai1YXUDtQXuIcAe1cHXXI4i_XYe4IVgzrY6bsyplbIpBAzLkKCRVwcYR1jHcCnvMzk/s1600/DSCN2129.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja6LPLazdEXmd-vIFTdQTrRCGUI_QDH0HJ2ieOBTGyxKVBHog9xZfRlsJH9ImWNNz0KjpQjwuSItai1YXUDtQXuIcAe1cHXXI4i_XYe4IVgzrY6bsyplbIpBAzLkKCRVwcYR1jHcCnvMzk/s400/DSCN2129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562991053887228546" /></a>All in all I had a great birthday! But any day spent with my lovelies is a great day in my book!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-77083713919334541322011-01-15T14:19:00.001-08:002011-01-15T14:31:03.340-08:00First Cereal<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><div>How is my baby girl old enough for rice cereal? I wish I could put her in the freezer so she would stop growing. Do you think that would work? Any who, we decided to try a little rice cereal because Miss D is constantly grabbing at our food and trying to sneek bites. She has even tasted a variety of sauces. Here is what Delilah thought about cereal-</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>I got a sewing machine for Christmas and have been itching to use it. There are so many tutorials online that make cute stuff. And they make it look "sew" simple. Now, I haven't sewn a thing since like Jr High, and all I did was sew some pj's together. Didn't cut the pattern or prep the machine. SO when it comes to sewing, to say I am coming apart at the seams is an understatement! </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I enlisted the help of my friend Jo, a seasoned sewer. Under her watchful eye and gentle guiding, I made this-</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz-_PbbdcO6_F6aBVFn4ofqtaEWeolPa5k8sapBc6xt6lBGJ0PbQxZFxSF7PUGkfme9Gp7qHfeXEygmFZr_O4Is65bxv6nxOAM55tBpn0aSrAFlBukTxRnBXi_y5YDKv51fOK0CRqrhRsv/s400/DSC00433.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562139420875781474" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">A circle skirt. I think it's pretty cute. And it WAS easy. I thought I was ready to tackle a small project by myself. Boy, was I wrong. I found <a href="http://www.makeit-loveit.com/2010/11/re-purposing-sweater-into-sling-purse.html">this tut </a> and thought it looked easy enough. Repurpose and old sweater into a bag. I had 2 old sweaters sitting in my DI pile, so I figured these would work just fine. I decided to try this cream colored sweater first, since I had a feeling the end product wouldn't be stellar. I was getting rid of it because of a small stain. See arrow-
<br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1B2Mqiyy_fDJkNpP8rgW3ad8-fuXQl_WA8rz5_LNgryvCfEvZDM9QubTFci5bUZSC42RIOBzk2CWBXoLZm05oQyBpZcocIFTeTRVouIVELvgZ-uY2Zpj8HvE-UjEeRlY1h8w-jLS2SZ2P/s400/DSC00422.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562139396584731602" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">Well, well, well. The first step is to cut. Easy enough, right?!? Nope. Apparently I need to revisit first grade so I can learn to cut straight. - True Story- I did break my right elbow in first grade and had a cast for a very long time. There is a great chance I missed out on cutting straight lines lesson- Not much better even with a ruler and a marker {at this point I kinda figured this bag was never going to see the light of day, but kept plowing on anyway, ya'know just for practice}</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6lMPPbcGzUIwGI5SXTsPcsR42yUXc37yHyeQNPdUZuEZVj5WK1BewygFCZms4SOC911zWNdtGUjOx4sGQOnXtbgtzaXDN2_0lwHfzuJDE8-0PU-aXGhaJQQxZcsyCHn_8esBdeD6vpB1O/s400/DSC00426.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562139408974173714" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">
<br /></div><div>Ugh. Ugly horrible cutting. And a got a blue mark on my otherwise white computer. Dang you sharpie!</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4OJu5Q-4bqc2xIWy7ExT-HAjmQxcNk1lv318krxxuwlEb_QtSmxCwaHAbx8S-DUpSVLm69aP81CI2qva1UOhS9xRD_I70rph7qZY6E9PQKOQsaVmeqkZhWqs7iV2a9OMy_c6W41y-TX1u/s400/DSC00425.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562139402645835522" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">Well, this is the best part of the whole ordeal, sewing the straps together. That one spot looks ok.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3lUgHcURlxPsM-VgtFWMyaTREQyY5jy73HT3vYY3Ul4fnpKd328xiFLdLbeZi7osPxtLrjTBikutJZhJFBxXOo4IBrA0OoMzhEfbeaAT0AHC1LIsYJdThVRscDvutdEGEJ77E6pmsPRpI/s400/DSC00428.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562139418353720514" />And this is as far as I got. There is no hope for this project. Delilah had woken up and was crying, and Brock wouldn't shut up about oatmeal. I was supposed to sew the brown fabric to the sweater and then flip it inside out {or rightside in??} but, got soooo off while trying to sew it together. As you can see by the bag part under it, well just look-<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZbDvO5ODFoH-bz_jlO0t75rKenG1m6g3Bvm0bi1h2kfQm9VQ-fQX90LJbjLLc14qpa7muMxnkB2eqd7DzqTjot8HJ4WKlf9_4quvjXAZet1P8023c8qKxFLYtVGyNGTKd1lK8wF_0GNFn/s1600/DSC00437.JPG"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZbDvO5ODFoH-bz_jlO0t75rKenG1m6g3Bvm0bi1h2kfQm9VQ-fQX90LJbjLLc14qpa7muMxnkB2eqd7DzqTjot8HJ4WKlf9_4quvjXAZet1P8023c8qKxFLYtVGyNGTKd1lK8wF_0GNFn/s1600/DSC00437.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZbDvO5ODFoH-bz_jlO0t75rKenG1m6g3Bvm0bi1h2kfQm9VQ-fQX90LJbjLLc14qpa7muMxnkB2eqd7DzqTjot8HJ4WKlf9_4quvjXAZet1P8023c8qKxFLYtVGyNGTKd1lK8wF_0GNFn/s400/DSC00437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562139681987047826" /></a><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">Yuck what was I thinking?!? I can't sew! Not even close! In my incredibly small defense the sweater I chose was kind of stretchy, so that may have caused the puckering{I'm sure stitch length and tension and that crap could have made a difference, but I really know nothing about all that}, and the ribs are close together and deep, which may have made for difficult cutting.... Maybe I'm trying to down play my failure a little bit...SO I know there are some great sewers who read my little blog. Can you point me in the direction of some easy things to start off with?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hYNyjDlW2Y1q26LCg4uFL1q3VWq5WfpFxMAeEpZ2uClwqE9RhJ5A6Vz-mi5L3ApeBEl-oNPCtpPoCLX9QRrdLeP3dACerf45Ns2wAIZ9822cOcQmSNodHOzCNKW5yzNSNp_Xea0hyphenhyphenw0f/s1600/DSC00436.JPG"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hYNyjDlW2Y1q26LCg4uFL1q3VWq5WfpFxMAeEpZ2uClwqE9RhJ5A6Vz-mi5L3ApeBEl-oNPCtpPoCLX9QRrdLeP3dACerf45Ns2wAIZ9822cOcQmSNodHOzCNKW5yzNSNp_Xea0hyphenhyphenw0f/s1600/DSC00436.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hYNyjDlW2Y1q26LCg4uFL1q3VWq5WfpFxMAeEpZ2uClwqE9RhJ5A6Vz-mi5L3ApeBEl-oNPCtpPoCLX9QRrdLeP3dACerf45Ns2wAIZ9822cOcQmSNodHOzCNKW5yzNSNp_Xea0hyphenhyphenw0f/s400/DSC00436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562139676069573442" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Perhaps the other sweater's fate wont be so disastrous! </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-64135986293945311672010-11-30T12:15:00.001-08:002010-11-30T12:34:34.376-08:00RIP Stevie<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><div>Looks innocent enough right? Just a bunch of change. $1.13 to be exact. There is nothing terribly remarkable about this handful of coins except one thing... It came from our TV. That's right. </div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjStD8hy9IT5RwpYtv-LSZ_xPiT03tSriMyECpxNOHQDjuqqq4LutS7UZW5mrTejbZnd78WbnT8IEaFmxm_A_gIjTTo_VCBJSmIx0CjXizpraduBKH4UJHMZnqoUAsb0ZPXAVyZbJrLBk9J/s400/DSCN2003.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545439952132274674" />Yesterday afternoon our TV decided it didn't want to turn on. Well, it is 6 years old, I thought and it has done this sort of thing before. I called Tim and he said he would fiddle with it when he got home. Fiddle with it meaning take the back off, blow some air around in there and put it back on. Seriously, this has worked before. So when Tim gets the back off, much to our surprise we find a whole pocket full of change- jammed down the the front of the screen. As surprised as we were, Brock was positively giddy to have his spare change back. Little punk. After shaking and rolling "Stevie" around we managed to get it all loose. Although, whether this was the source of the problem we'll never know because Tim snapped the circuit board trying to put her back together{ On purpose perhaps? We have been eyeing new TVs for a while now}. So RIP Stevie. You were 6 years old -bought right after Tim and I wed, for under $200- and weighed about 800LBs. You survived 7 moves and 4 cities. You will not be missed.
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<br /></div><div>On a happier note, miss Delilah turned 4 months old! How fast the time goes! Here are are few things about her. She weighs 13 LBs and is 24 Inches long. That is the 50%. She is much smaller then Brock was. She loves to eat though. She sleeps from about 6:30pm to 5 or 6 am and then eats and goes back to sleep for a bit. That's nice, but she doesn't sleep in the afternoon, no matter how hard I have tried. I gave up. At least she takes a good morning nap. She is starting to play with toys and can be entertained by he brother Brock for a LONG time. Delilah LOVES Brock. She saves some of her biggest smiles for him and he eats it up. Brock is such a good big brother. We are lucky to have such great kids!
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-47133339715168578622010-11-18T21:22:00.000-08:002010-11-18T21:47:00.852-08:00I'll be Better...<div>But probably not...</div><div>Anywho, as I sit carousing through my friends blogs, I decided it's about time I do something about my own. You would think I'd have tons to say, what with a 3 year old and a 3 month old on my hands. Not to mention Tim, that would be a blog all it's own, if I had the energy. Also, there is nothing to do right now since the kids are in bed and Tim is engrossed in the Hunger Games {I love when I'm right}. But, besides all that, I just need to be better at writing stuff down. Brock is such a silly turd {oh, and I have called him this so many times, he now calls me Silly Turd too} that I need to document the things he says and does. So I don't forget. He certainly keeps me on my tippy toes. Just last week Tim was in MN for and interview. On the first day of Tim's trip, Brock locks the door to his bathroom. Which posts a problem for us all since Delilah cant {or won't} nap in her crib- which means she has taken up camp 2-3 times a day in my bathroom. Strange I know she likes the fan or something. So for the first few days I try having her nap in her room. Not working and by the 3rd day {the day of Tim's arrival} I give up and put her in my bathroom. Brock can pee outside, right. Only Tim's not coming home Sat, he got snowed in and wont be home until Sunday night - late. Ya thanks Brock, you made that week a little more interesting.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's not all bad though! Just look how cute Delilah is in tights, skirt, and boots. Just ignore the massive wet spot from her constant drooling. And no she is not teething. Just has lots of spit I guess {Silly Turd}</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiupb_1FbvYXSad1HqMDyjnzqZgv13lkcb3vYWSUbbSbQ-YbKgq7vL0hWVT_U1p3gZBrFZRH-woQaS5_cAsknJFOEj2ZSk24vNOCYrSd7vSYAfllSQvarDAlHXvH2X8exuuOtphB0fkjIw/s1600/DSCN1931.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiupb_1FbvYXSad1HqMDyjnzqZgv13lkcb3vYWSUbbSbQ-YbKgq7vL0hWVT_U1p3gZBrFZRH-woQaS5_cAsknJFOEj2ZSk24vNOCYrSd7vSYAfllSQvarDAlHXvH2X8exuuOtphB0fkjIw/s400/DSCN1931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541127547948344546" /></a>While Tim was off on yet another interview {this time in Phoenix this time for a week}, We visited family. Brock and Papa Jay Bird had a great ole time in the leaves!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3xAkKIAKKvti1f01zoa42YeJuytW-xXUJVzau8VJqZ6UxxhP5OcMAMLU3CzPoqp2ELhbDoiQzVrbiO5IvvbZiwiZsLuxcpGtUf6WPE-e4v6je86-R6wyZ1oOZLUvetJEpFb2UirqY6nE/s1600/DSCN1923.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3xAkKIAKKvti1f01zoa42YeJuytW-xXUJVzau8VJqZ6UxxhP5OcMAMLU3CzPoqp2ELhbDoiQzVrbiO5IvvbZiwiZsLuxcpGtUf6WPE-e4v6je86-R6wyZ1oOZLUvetJEpFb2UirqY6nE/s400/DSCN1923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541127544699943010" /></a>And Brock got to go trick or treating with Papa Pearson. Here he is dipping his hand in Mee-Maw's candy stash early. It didn't matter though. She only had like 6 trick or treaters. I gave all the chocolate a great home though!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZogYobtqzRW2y0wn1SV5JdqxPH78pyTbtbk3TvMz9jLZERzmWourfwqIxM9q4uFk-HzlvwO22TIbP4Udpc-Cb8BaxVvlu2CF2cc9f3gZ3hvj98HzlsIjR6NaaGu5XtCxJa_d4gwymdM/s1600/DSCN1903.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZogYobtqzRW2y0wn1SV5JdqxPH78pyTbtbk3TvMz9jLZERzmWourfwqIxM9q4uFk-HzlvwO22TIbP4Udpc-Cb8BaxVvlu2CF2cc9f3gZ3hvj98HzlsIjR6NaaGu5XtCxJa_d4gwymdM/s400/DSCN1903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541127541171740418" /></a>Tim and I at a BSU game. We got to watch from the top box. It was a little Richie Rich, but we had fun.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghYTAM2pk0QBDayER71GjjXzqMGw3B9t69qmuEPxK7WNNLgpCz31GtEow8Wp97LidvSBsvrWsJla7FYcsr4SrBrVO28AKm3iPEI6Kg-dtTYWxtgDLhglqaC7HJvo7fRyBIgrUDEdGp8CM/s1600/DSCN1829.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghYTAM2pk0QBDayER71GjjXzqMGw3B9t69qmuEPxK7WNNLgpCz31GtEow8Wp97LidvSBsvrWsJla7FYcsr4SrBrVO28AKm3iPEI6Kg-dtTYWxtgDLhglqaC7HJvo7fRyBIgrUDEdGp8CM/s400/DSCN1829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541127536936949202" /></a>*Brock Story- This boy -Silly Turd- Likes to climb in bed with me and Tim first thing in the morning. Not a big deal usually. But sometimes he gets up early. Too early. And on this day is was too early. So he left to go find cartoons, or so we thought. It was very quiet and we got to sleep in for an extra half hour. Well the reason it was so quiet was because Brock was concentrating as hard as he could to paint his nails. He didn't do such a bad job either, but you should have seen the couch! I cleaned it before I could take a picture. That is my lesson for leaving my things out at night!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDUUK_60qd7Cfy5CMn0iPwgdiaPlj4jQ9fC2ImeQ6tWDszFE6jJAt8xndP2gewTqCL2tp55FlPtvpC4cMbMzgsM_iYjYbhdneM4Hbc3dQNXhqL-7PUh9nTni9hH1uEdsRrUNSwNY6o2R0/s1600/DSCN1817.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDUUK_60qd7Cfy5CMn0iPwgdiaPlj4jQ9fC2ImeQ6tWDszFE6jJAt8xndP2gewTqCL2tp55FlPtvpC4cMbMzgsM_iYjYbhdneM4Hbc3dQNXhqL-7PUh9nTni9hH1uEdsRrUNSwNY6o2R0/s400/DSCN1817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541127336994853874" /></a>Brock Story #2- well more like a little clipping- we must go to Costco too much because as Brock was eating some grapes he found some toothpicks and made samples. He was having a grand time until Tim or I actually tried to sample them. That concept is a little fuzzy still.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGQUN8jH2feM1nevb_BeoERzuWgzUGYrtYEj2VVis3Dz_cqhPW4FIhsqW3uRK4sy7gJX26Kor0ZvGWGun9GrUS6X-9osOcO9DCXXfUopTn36CHFkO54ahCRRS6a_cp0pSbb54mWG9jhI/s1600/DSCN1816.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGQUN8jH2feM1nevb_BeoERzuWgzUGYrtYEj2VVis3Dz_cqhPW4FIhsqW3uRK4sy7gJX26Kor0ZvGWGun9GrUS6X-9osOcO9DCXXfUopTn36CHFkO54ahCRRS6a_cp0pSbb54mWG9jhI/s400/DSCN1816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541127333066774274" /></a>And Brock. He is still a crazy sleeper.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtYM9YamJDXAMoPTstyjXGm_8OfgSUoFAU8XMlS4P7yckn1E-ROzPd0vtuYoXsEmKRPkhxRvd-C6Rp_f0KpmAI9oINicCJzmouUX2-mQ0_5E7wxxSZF24AUTcwxHH9oW62RSe70Ww6R1Y/s1600/DSCN1775.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtYM9YamJDXAMoPTstyjXGm_8OfgSUoFAU8XMlS4P7yckn1E-ROzPd0vtuYoXsEmKRPkhxRvd-C6Rp_f0KpmAI9oINicCJzmouUX2-mQ0_5E7wxxSZF24AUTcwxHH9oW62RSe70Ww6R1Y/s400/DSCN1775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541127330768633634" /></a>And Brock. Silly Turd. I just love this smiling face.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkqr9wLZ2d_Y5VEiE5zARUUUdOHY03KR9gjGK7GXR3Ozifwwi4qVfpBLCD8L3-Gy1y7SXLPrrZohfpInSyCh4mGxIDsOSu0tGwkIoc1Y3jKHwpNBXJ52bQ4LGVIMnmEL7togTQkQqEdvA/s1600/DSCN1722.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkqr9wLZ2d_Y5VEiE5zARUUUdOHY03KR9gjGK7GXR3Ozifwwi4qVfpBLCD8L3-Gy1y7SXLPrrZohfpInSyCh4mGxIDsOSu0tGwkIoc1Y3jKHwpNBXJ52bQ4LGVIMnmEL7togTQkQqEdvA/s400/DSCN1722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541127322273920018" /></a>And a little old, but here was a family picture on Delilah's blessing day.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZD75ZLSLBt4tSzqXWxfF8B5G0kZbiwZ2Zw5hIOb3_RacZd2jzkSYHd5mFFj47VvsdWspFqYv3HgXOGRmrBQ70WR0TfV7dw3pWjiEHmYgszhlPFPmx66dwgG5_Bzg20mC6QeX7kyq7A8I/s1600/DSCN1609.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZD75ZLSLBt4tSzqXWxfF8B5G0kZbiwZ2Zw5hIOb3_RacZd2jzkSYHd5mFFj47VvsdWspFqYv3HgXOGRmrBQ70WR0TfV7dw3pWjiEHmYgszhlPFPmx66dwgG5_Bzg20mC6QeX7kyq7A8I/s400/DSCN1609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541127317728552210" /></a>Whew, ok I solemnly swear that I will be better at blogging. It's hard because I do the face book thing all the time, but this is better way to remember life's little stories!Tim and Steph Ulrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10512761952905118423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-44973511491734876682010-08-27T13:23:00.001-07:002010-08-27T13:30:26.431-07:00Comparison<div>So everybody thinks Brock and Delilah look just alike. I don't really see it. So I thought we could do a little comparing. What do you all think? </div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0QGRXadq7m7WTl0t6Q_yFb24AZiPJ4Cs5f_vPehPn7fgMBb_qFCaBPfuS6kQy0f3CJT8I6IblC9g7OQMPZ_J2GEXygHZLVB3z2tWhk2tP7iolB-sERwQRDYkVEUc0orNs-rosPd_IJfSG/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 406px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510188085892277778" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUgC6DREOa0rFk1_UcdnT9fxVMGyUxej1dkuKusUiJBUVIEafPVgP77R-MVSjXYgbzoxrRYV2YyiLvESnoHRavaYs3z61lDjQzypaalnOyHc17j2mdWiiksnSkuii9PJcxSv_hSN4HKy7w/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 416px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUgC6DREOa0rFk1_UcdnT9fxVMGyUxej1dkuKusUiJBUVIEafPVgP77R-MVSjXYgbzoxrRYV2YyiLvESnoHRavaYs3z61lDjQzypaalnOyHc17j2mdWiiksnSkuii9PJcxSv_hSN4HKy7w/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510188090102440530" /></a>Anyway, everything is going well here. Brock is such a great big brother. He is so attentive to his sister. Telling her she is cute, giving her kisses and always wanting to see her "big blue eyes". When she is chilling on the floor or in her baby seat, he loves to sit by her and talk to her. Even reads her stories. And Delilah just LOVES Brock too. Whenever he is near she just stares right at him. I am so lucky to have such great kids. <div><br /></div><div>And her is a shot of me and D. People think she looks just like {sorry once again Tim}. Please excuse the face without make-up. However, please note the blowdried hair. :)<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6dxF3v_-7zQY-ZFdF0TzZyUYgkvM6Q6b9V5LChWc8kmoa3csi7jFw_jYXQ4hN1Pt7xnKplEpBmhJwdzfSZOghZkBcL5363yebyHxGtE9PN5R4lstJhq0jn-3kcvjtFY90dXmaQrcWfFHh/s1600/DSCN1545.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6dxF3v_-7zQY-ZFdF0TzZyUYgkvM6Q6b9V5LChWc8kmoa3csi7jFw_jYXQ4hN1Pt7xnKplEpBmhJwdzfSZOghZkBcL5363yebyHxGtE9PN5R4lstJhq0jn-3kcvjtFY90dXmaQrcWfFHh/s400/DSCN1545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510188074498117826" /></a>On a quick side note, we are blessing Delilah Sept 13. If you are able to come leave a comment so I can add you to my email list with all the details.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-70471281494869409912010-08-03T11:12:00.000-07:002010-08-03T11:54:12.971-07:00The "Birth"day<div>Well I do suppose I owe you all a birth story? It's a pretty good one I guess. I was scheduled to be induced on Thursday the 29th. Believe me, this day was taking it's time getting here! It would be 7 days past the due date. Ugh! On Tuesday, Tim kept saying "this is the day, I just know it. This is the day". I had little belief in that statement. So we went to bed and I was not expecting anything. Well, about 3 am I woke up with contractions. I thought nothing of this since it had been happening all week. They continued on for about an hour and started becoming more regular and stronger. I decided to get up and see if that helped because at this point I still didn't believe I was in actual labor, I'm just not that lucky! Well I stood up, walked the 3 steps to the bathroom and..... Thundercats A-go!!!!!!! my water broke. What a strange feeling! So I woke Tim up and I don't think he believed me until I showed him my wet pants. By the time I had showered, we got a sitter for Brock, and Tim had showered, it was almost 5 am. Tim thought he had all the time in the world. I kept telling him to hurry up. He didn't believe me when I said my contractions were about 3-4 mins apart. And can I just say, OUCH! </div><div><br /></div><div>We finally got to the hospital and my contractions were pretty strong. The triage nurse checked me and I was already at a 4. At this point I am begging for my epidural. I'll admit, I don't like pain and contractions are no exception. So they wheel me down to labor and delivery. My contractions are getting stronger and longer. So I ask about that pain medication once again. All that is getting me through the pain is the thought of sweet relief a few mins away. The nurse had to check me again before the epidural, and Whoa! I am at a 7. That's a lot of dilation in 20 mins. Now the nurse is trying to find a head..... nope can't feel a head..... They ask me if she is breech and no, not to my knowledge.... did I feel her turn recently..... nope would have felt that.....</div><div><br /></div><div>So the nurse runs off to get an ulrta sound machine. This is when the room turns chaotic. They can't get a hold of my doc {she's teaching aerobics}, contractions are speeding up, and the baby is having "decels" which Tim says means her heart rate was staying low after the contractions. We check the baby with ulrta sound and sure enough she is breech. C-Section! yay! not really. I start bawling right about now because I do not want this, I hadn't planned on it and well the contractions were really starting to bother me. They gave me something to slow the contractions down {relief!!} and wheeled me into OR. Finally, the spinal tap. Oh it felt so nice. Relief, welcome, welcome relief. Well, they never got ahold of my doc, but the on call doc was really nice. Apparently she is known for creating the smallest cut when preforming C-Sections. I guess that's a plus. Once I was numb, it all went pretty quickly. Tim was right by my head the whole time which was great because I needed him there. Right below, we have a newly minted baby girl. Straight out of the womb. Oh and she was breech. Very breech. Has been for a long time. That is why I was carrying so "high" these last couple of weeks. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim1Sqm12kHHt-eUNkuzHtj_Fjzba9Rki7ZplAHeBUTXjTLv7qn2SG4nQdH7ze-cKm6Kdi_Hw6AYTjx6uvUt3S905ySaZZLJQghiIiraA4fwxLvl-p6dPcXNfn9AkQTHxKw6CMzMfeZcfKg/s1600/DSCN1350.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim1Sqm12kHHt-eUNkuzHtj_Fjzba9Rki7ZplAHeBUTXjTLv7qn2SG4nQdH7ze-cKm6Kdi_Hw6AYTjx6uvUt3S905ySaZZLJQghiIiraA4fwxLvl-p6dPcXNfn9AkQTHxKw6CMzMfeZcfKg/s400/DSCN1350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501250692597130066" /></a>Being weighed for the first time. She came out with a bang- pooping, peeing and crying crying crying! She weighed 7.6 lbs and was 21.5 inches long. Not too bad for being 6 days over due!<br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHjncARas-AHawuyX4vtgHnn9aIM6SobrvPYyzl5kH-i38ctciEBsAP3z6dpAy2RmvLyTJLnOuSGrXtSBkPwFuEhbOrddx3uy_CfoS4I2CqTQnwfRA5hs79QGOxqTsAVSY-fg1wnBNpMAq/s400/DSCN1358.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501248478370190194" />She cried until they were done stitching me up and wheeled me into the recovery room. About a half hour. I didn't think she would be hungry because Brock wasn't interested in eating for about 2 days, but we tried it and -bless her- she opened wide and latched right on! A born eater. She was much more content after that.<div><br /></div><div>She is a pretty alert newborn when she is awake. And I just think she is the cutest. My little Delilah Jae~<br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVF0TIZ05nInH8ypJExqc2PeIYrcX1EQCoHLcM3Kz8wrVrOZPGFXBH7830J8nIoL1tq4uHvtnyODWK6b5eHdA1TBtOgTKrqt14M57i5dPr30wwk4scUMy7wmdDrAk1jsiDXWxH3pg6KP2i/s400/DSCN1403.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501248490610588098" />Brock loves her too. He is very proud of his little sister and really likes to be my big helper bringing her diapers and wipes to me.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSmhdC-1zQTHcDdh_7ehy03CcTXNsTsTJnt6wnnfk9NnbG-0mE3RRkndFWF-zvL2ikrzyYdld3ssrYHcmmxvXyzamaGvDqsLC0jfiLHUmLGCeIxQx_-fYr62Z1-pr2gesMNXPlkpKcdNL1/s400/DSCN1390.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501248484638060546" />This is Delilah in her going home out fit. I think she wanted to stay.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMGpHi8NY4xT4FoWalOsRifUUu_1G33E4mtmcuOF8zaDXJj-m6hQclfOJQaK0_6bNV0CrVr4ArvlhSYDBJeySHaN9qbAntLhxAzihOulD4NK6lidHiMLJ3toRSHEoN2jkIO7YpBlCjjg_j/s400/DSCN1406.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501250682230010722" />My parents with my kids. Don't they look cute?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSVyQ0dLOEv8TSF74-vOj4o-a4vp0oVyFTQxgO-FCUs6R0b_xHcb8TcpgfOIptHzHKMi3cDMnYObH2Y0dLacVaSt4EZeZ3FMFBz2Bkkes55apcg0l6HQoNSfNvANj24wBbxOsnuDEzUqgx/s1600/DSCN1419.JPG"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSVyQ0dLOEv8TSF74-vOj4o-a4vp0oVyFTQxgO-FCUs6R0b_xHcb8TcpgfOIptHzHKMi3cDMnYObH2Y0dLacVaSt4EZeZ3FMFBz2Bkkes55apcg0l6HQoNSfNvANj24wBbxOsnuDEzUqgx/s1600/DSCN1419.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSVyQ0dLOEv8TSF74-vOj4o-a4vp0oVyFTQxgO-FCUs6R0b_xHcb8TcpgfOIptHzHKMi3cDMnYObH2Y0dLacVaSt4EZeZ3FMFBz2Bkkes55apcg0l6HQoNSfNvANj24wBbxOsnuDEzUqgx/s400/DSCN1419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501250686438809330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">All in all it has been a good experience. I really don't ever want another C-Section. The recovery isn't fun. Here is has been a week and I am still very sore. It's hard not to be able to pick Brock up or let him sit on my stomach. Getting out of bed is rough. Our bed is so high. Tim has been really helpful by Bringing Delilah to me at night to eat. Which is only 2x a night, so we can't complain. So far we have adjusted well to having a new baby. Our little family is doing well! I will hopefully keep the blog up better now that I have 2 little kidlets to show off!</div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-17153947479127402942010-07-05T18:58:00.000-07:002010-07-05T19:18:39.683-07:00Birthday Boy!<div>We finally got Tim back this weekend and it's so nice! We missed him tons! A month is a long time with out a Daddy. We have been having a ton of fun since he got home. Washing the car~</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_yozH2KiVWdcq1Wvdzdu_ZO7EzBEejSYTpXvIYcGYGCBSNCM5OWL_YKd0XzXTp_7C2HZ38aXxqQgZJvVjEERZkm_cz3Zdd_KjVTxlsMVKMm7XYGBHfrCdnIN9rrmsVQTAE0pPMj51B2aS/s1600/DSCN1293.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_yozH2KiVWdcq1Wvdzdu_ZO7EzBEejSYTpXvIYcGYGCBSNCM5OWL_YKd0XzXTp_7C2HZ38aXxqQgZJvVjEERZkm_cz3Zdd_KjVTxlsMVKMm7XYGBHfrCdnIN9rrmsVQTAE0pPMj51B2aS/s400/DSCN1293.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490607511640271090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBcGmXgc_FR4lYNv8GzwxTWabRfvkO5mpoNkV1PiSM0d5dPnXrfoja2ZaCgF6JUriY811-aSP-30ZcQleTG_SmGKDvLEYiuP_MHh0wKk4LXwlswguTJ8Ms1y0txMWEam_3_o5dywR08LSU/s1600/DSCN1292.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBcGmXgc_FR4lYNv8GzwxTWabRfvkO5mpoNkV1PiSM0d5dPnXrfoja2ZaCgF6JUriY811-aSP-30ZcQleTG_SmGKDvLEYiuP_MHh0wKk4LXwlswguTJ8Ms1y0txMWEam_3_o5dywR08LSU/s400/DSCN1292.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490607503324632082" /></a>We went to the train dept with my parents. Brock wanted to show my parents the train. He loves it! Here at the rocks. Me and my 38 week belly!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyphenhyphenojcTBZcm8URQmyeIjLfTgsuk9EZMOsocYkPPPTSQXoZjkk00GFREB9dEjSeKqEIC7mqTgitIs2ZSFvhLjjUsTclpCi-ZWQss4tOydrE1qEUjgA2emWK4W057jn9f6SjfM2_hEQfW4Cq/s1600/DSCN1288.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyphenhyphenojcTBZcm8URQmyeIjLfTgsuk9EZMOsocYkPPPTSQXoZjkk00GFREB9dEjSeKqEIC7mqTgitIs2ZSFvhLjjUsTclpCi-ZWQss4tOydrE1qEUjgA2emWK4W057jn9f6SjfM2_hEQfW4Cq/s400/DSCN1288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490607488681120386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-rYCm0j2YRXZXyZkXflQi9ANt-c2yxLuE8vdEbtmAo0bmWFMYMMxJsE-T67JRnZKRDUfy18R99td1RZln4D-GlzTeps5xvZzCUkzUsALu4xPP_L9V7bU_iXBtOjHM8QsxINJ-uYGf7XPD/s1600/DSCN1286.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-rYCm0j2YRXZXyZkXflQi9ANt-c2yxLuE8vdEbtmAo0bmWFMYMMxJsE-T67JRnZKRDUfy18R99td1RZln4D-GlzTeps5xvZzCUkzUsALu4xPP_L9V7bU_iXBtOjHM8QsxINJ-uYGf7XPD/s400/DSCN1286.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490607477399562498" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxO54qcrM16c_pYsopHj5EVqaO0zeY0TYYKsYATQM1rqHuaZKLCaBauCDBSqBoq__wARHsnKUlxdNZxWkUHMlWOO9lQHS8BFUjWTR47MaWffdFLqd44mlhMxj-nIb73WrpXoPGPie0Pc_8/s1600/DSCN1283.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 346px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxO54qcrM16c_pYsopHj5EVqaO0zeY0TYYKsYATQM1rqHuaZKLCaBauCDBSqBoq__wARHsnKUlxdNZxWkUHMlWOO9lQHS8BFUjWTR47MaWffdFLqd44mlhMxj-nIb73WrpXoPGPie0Pc_8/s400/DSCN1283.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490607225265328418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitCmFKejcRrFDB8647HPXj0NZ0SLoUF5yNHEAWV8siKmrMo1mruB9lXUAM2dEmwW6ST_8iXboeGjpFyQNamMd81AvFgNHejafq2xRapi69tBUJm8PMEoh4FrD6UWt-Q6LBNUK6OFpe5qtn/s1600/DSCN1272.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitCmFKejcRrFDB8647HPXj0NZ0SLoUF5yNHEAWV8siKmrMo1mruB9lXUAM2dEmwW6ST_8iXboeGjpFyQNamMd81AvFgNHejafq2xRapi69tBUJm8PMEoh4FrD6UWt-Q6LBNUK6OFpe5qtn/s400/DSCN1272.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490607218849155186" /></a>Brock's birthday was the 4th of July! We had so much fun opening presents with my parents. Here the boys are with the sparklers-<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL9kezhexTJ_4I9rg_Lux8rHFyp2b0W6wXeAClCYglD_d5y0FTXsn8gC5kySm_LTKg9gfkoicb0_1eNP4Xslrh8wboZpaA6_Jw3svGx9-GtmB92af3z_9bUbhsMCw9czn1ZygAYNI5DNdQ/s1600/DSCN1269.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL9kezhexTJ_4I9rg_Lux8rHFyp2b0W6wXeAClCYglD_d5y0FTXsn8gC5kySm_LTKg9gfkoicb0_1eNP4Xslrh8wboZpaA6_Jw3svGx9-GtmB92af3z_9bUbhsMCw9czn1ZygAYNI5DNdQ/s400/DSCN1269.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490607212238921730" /></a>His favorite presents- Woody and Buzz! He loves these guys. It's cute to see his play. He kept making them kiss though... LOL Don't know where he picked that up!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6RWtEiu6_EUYlObIgTZ2_kFMeRbajcshoXAicmATXoaRa8Jt6DR_BbbL64iJV_ohp4RAf5-ALfGrRKQnLSYfOv8gAoh0pA_oeCbVUaFBWO2fiMHzUfzF4C3O1CZBoItP91-aoajPjYHH0/s1600/DSCN1249.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6RWtEiu6_EUYlObIgTZ2_kFMeRbajcshoXAicmATXoaRa8Jt6DR_BbbL64iJV_ohp4RAf5-ALfGrRKQnLSYfOv8gAoh0pA_oeCbVUaFBWO2fiMHzUfzF4C3O1CZBoItP91-aoajPjYHH0/s400/DSCN1249.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490607202211575634" /></a>He kept telling Tim, open it quickly!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihmm96WA1PNCdFqMmqbA1wRl_7PqWw755VsShtoxnWZx50GQsWaVdXKEP4rAVGf5BWFrdhiRyS8SZg2o4I7o-TXJaYDbwHGXXfgu0PRbgjSaBNJFuzIjwXv95zY8JAakaGroRHE0zU5hBw/s1600/DSCN1246.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihmm96WA1PNCdFqMmqbA1wRl_7PqWw755VsShtoxnWZx50GQsWaVdXKEP4rAVGf5BWFrdhiRyS8SZg2o4I7o-TXJaYDbwHGXXfgu0PRbgjSaBNJFuzIjwXv95zY8JAakaGroRHE0zU5hBw/s400/DSCN1246.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490607193533879506" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNGnxzZZOWhTVA-78WRJl2q2dR0-aTv_3gPRN9VHjUfsYKNr2_HveU2sCVslMNCPRKN6qteHptm-5r8_TR7a-PgNRXzeOVFanoRVsuZS1BOIWUgwh09K9hfSI_ezu83iW7jN03QXWJNY5Z/s1600/DSCN1245.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNGnxzZZOWhTVA-78WRJl2q2dR0-aTv_3gPRN9VHjUfsYKNr2_HveU2sCVslMNCPRKN6qteHptm-5r8_TR7a-PgNRXzeOVFanoRVsuZS1BOIWUgwh09K9hfSI_ezu83iW7jN03QXWJNY5Z/s400/DSCN1245.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490606853479661570" /></a>Almost burned his lips off trying to blow out the candles~<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrsCke8o7w-Ik5uBxj-kVp4LsMRn6N8u3ifsrw_0BvOTmv14T_HrxFagAnoFve2CmfjQGBSUJxEZCHZ6a07sUqP5OaMZeyrZ6mTGDbuUIc6jXr-zVMSfVNz68F0491psOUP9tLW2VSxKBP/s1600/DSCN1229.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrsCke8o7w-Ik5uBxj-kVp4LsMRn6N8u3ifsrw_0BvOTmv14T_HrxFagAnoFve2CmfjQGBSUJxEZCHZ6a07sUqP5OaMZeyrZ6mTGDbuUIc6jXr-zVMSfVNz68F0491psOUP9tLW2VSxKBP/s400/DSCN1229.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490606840962461250" /></a>He was so excited about his cake and presents. I had his cake in the fridge because it was so hot in the house and he kept opening the fridge to check on it, show it to Me-mah or Papa. It was cute.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV_NHUUECzDszK5gIvq0rWIy4GO5Imc3Ox-TmN6OgqOZjZt8DPyfoV-avOBQjXtV8Dw1SOTyiE1Y_sUNS4FuHS4kXJbJgkLpDNk-IXQk-BFhVIWEWcXSVzI5j-RkqY-00SefBdqrPevNVN/s1600/DSCN1221.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV_NHUUECzDszK5gIvq0rWIy4GO5Imc3Ox-TmN6OgqOZjZt8DPyfoV-avOBQjXtV8Dw1SOTyiE1Y_sUNS4FuHS4kXJbJgkLpDNk-IXQk-BFhVIWEWcXSVzI5j-RkqY-00SefBdqrPevNVN/s400/DSCN1221.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490606829373306178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyKG-EYoy1qDgrRU8ry9XFyWYynAcaG36oeMyOU4MROwFrkuVC56tauZX1mcegdb0EbbNsbD2P1WWAcoMB_tBMPT0glYOtgs1qnbDWnBFa_vuy8b-vAsqU-DATItfBBiOvX_eHKHawKJ_l/s1600/DSCN1220.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyKG-EYoy1qDgrRU8ry9XFyWYynAcaG36oeMyOU4MROwFrkuVC56tauZX1mcegdb0EbbNsbD2P1WWAcoMB_tBMPT0glYOtgs1qnbDWnBFa_vuy8b-vAsqU-DATItfBBiOvX_eHKHawKJ_l/s400/DSCN1220.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490606820953630386" /></a>I can't believe Brock is 3 years old now! I have to say that I think the saying Terrible Two's is a farce. Brock was a perfectly pleasant 2 year old. 3? I am not sure what this year will bring. Independence for sure. Brock wants to do everything by himself! Here are a few other things about Brock at this age-<div>- He loves Trains still. Plays with them every single day for hours. Although Woody and Buzz have encroached on that time lately.</div><div>- He is very social. He loves to play with any kids anywhere. </div><div>-He is quite talkative. He says the funniest things "Delicious!" "I need you me" "Love you bye bye" "I lost my daddy" and "my tummy hurts" - only when he wants food.</div><div>- He loves to help out. He cleans up his toys really well and loves to help sort laundry.</div><div>- He loves to sing. He now sings songs to me when he goes to sleep instead of me singing to him.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is just a small sample, he is so silly! I love this little boy, he certainly keeps life interesting!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRueWja5vIO-KZAmLXlYfLAEGpHRP4gWGsLFqx6EagWe1iKMy4pJVXbx5ABh-XE400Q7QrQ1oemQJgdFMkCOKrbtUqjMryVRiiXzXzYjFmmUmpCMsCeoqJQ9OEXCPsZuP1fmuD8fbcEdww/s1600/DSCN1221.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRueWja5vIO-KZAmLXlYfLAEGpHRP4gWGsLFqx6EagWe1iKMy4pJVXbx5ABh-XE400Q7QrQ1oemQJgdFMkCOKrbtUqjMryVRiiXzXzYjFmmUmpCMsCeoqJQ9OEXCPsZuP1fmuD8fbcEdww/s400/DSCN1221.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490606816885370450" /></a><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-51075151409770322362010-05-17T18:21:00.000-07:002010-05-17T18:34:26.073-07:00She Does it Again!!!<div>Two times in one month?!?! That's gotta be a record of some sort!</div><div><br />Anywho-- summer seems to have finally set in and we are loving in! I am so glad I we got a house with a back yard, because we spend a good deal of the day and night just out there playing. I got Brock a water gun at the used store and he has had a blast chasing Tim around the yard with it.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2JS1HILleuly_8B2LYU2ndSQL9uog3j01KcLkBk9mv9navY8pwZDCZMRpBKDZRcEM20eWjSNtZsCcR2CurDBPhzz5FE65Sz5uom-LdFmxFgd4tUcO4SdPDaUsTyDCimkQDCgsA93MPYL8/s1600/DSCN1090.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2JS1HILleuly_8B2LYU2ndSQL9uog3j01KcLkBk9mv9navY8pwZDCZMRpBKDZRcEM20eWjSNtZsCcR2CurDBPhzz5FE65Sz5uom-LdFmxFgd4tUcO4SdPDaUsTyDCimkQDCgsA93MPYL8/s400/DSCN1090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472414694462963170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6niVn4IbKUsmvx7yNIQuJzkbZzQUaomLOMGP6ZzAqNwaK8snfh2dmH8IG76VrfI19CwMm2hWvWubdpn6-03ZesKTDRtGempT0SWaMQpkcuDpyIzTSdltp2eOylaeEfMHA6m4jNowfXVVm/s1600/DSCN1089.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6niVn4IbKUsmvx7yNIQuJzkbZzQUaomLOMGP6ZzAqNwaK8snfh2dmH8IG76VrfI19CwMm2hWvWubdpn6-03ZesKTDRtGempT0SWaMQpkcuDpyIzTSdltp2eOylaeEfMHA6m4jNowfXVVm/s400/DSCN1089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472414691517798338" /></a>Brock's crazy sleeping continues on. He some how manages to build this train track in the dark on his bed. Then curled up right inside it and passed out. It's pretty cute.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifkuhHX80nNr4Zv2fmkElMS85BoQLUwdINiVOeydjbIytyre_PWsmpDKeisxtHihBmdli57KxuSh0TO_W1LFBlhTXeqBV7P5mylmRxLEUeS_H5QiChCfS-hpx7ubqhlsmZLcp1P0POVL6H/s1600/DSCN1084.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifkuhHX80nNr4Zv2fmkElMS85BoQLUwdINiVOeydjbIytyre_PWsmpDKeisxtHihBmdli57KxuSh0TO_W1LFBlhTXeqBV7P5mylmRxLEUeS_H5QiChCfS-hpx7ubqhlsmZLcp1P0POVL6H/s400/DSCN1084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472414683522904530" /></a>This last Sat it was in the 80's!!! LOVING IT!! We had the Harris family over for a BBQ and let the kids run through the sprinklers. Brock loved it. Haylie was a little timid, testing out the water, but both kids ended playing in it for about an hour! It was great!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHhukouGetSaQQbJcYfnjhacXOaIGG9sa0R0DLffeDpJKBgkY7Lg3fxefFVrsGlSW8_hgTm7e_D38OVR8RYER809DLob8cNJa9VvuFIx9H4sf703CTrEEn6IL8hXjf9yOsKElKOJAWomGL/s1600/DSCN1078.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHhukouGetSaQQbJcYfnjhacXOaIGG9sa0R0DLffeDpJKBgkY7Lg3fxefFVrsGlSW8_hgTm7e_D38OVR8RYER809DLob8cNJa9VvuFIx9H4sf703CTrEEn6IL8hXjf9yOsKElKOJAWomGL/s400/DSCN1078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472414677066901682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpU8v1MSZIbVR7x3DA9hBRTTC8aZNOvkSXi_L6cBL9GCvdlKHqjnTx5zpQsKo9E4En2KBLghHYAggGuRnpkM7jsrUV1wSMplO51SXo93vQFimXVFsNxs9ZcmuKwOX3AHlt0hn3L1B4qehu/s1600/DSCN1076.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpU8v1MSZIbVR7x3DA9hBRTTC8aZNOvkSXi_L6cBL9GCvdlKHqjnTx5zpQsKo9E4En2KBLghHYAggGuRnpkM7jsrUV1wSMplO51SXo93vQFimXVFsNxs9ZcmuKwOX3AHlt0hn3L1B4qehu/s400/DSCN1076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472414674133702866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqG7EgBcqmu-Iiwhx4UoTIz2To9X2y_gjfvMgOa8lnSxOg13ZhR9B8OaPSorPimb2a_ZTw6Uhr3_AgAUSV2N-LA8m2v9YXWbcJoMg1sTmsNsLSGYLjft0H9Ys6Ew2sxNOP6c2e_teRcrZs/s1600/DSCN1075.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqG7EgBcqmu-Iiwhx4UoTIz2To9X2y_gjfvMgOa8lnSxOg13ZhR9B8OaPSorPimb2a_ZTw6Uhr3_AgAUSV2N-LA8m2v9YXWbcJoMg1sTmsNsLSGYLjft0H9Ys6Ew2sxNOP6c2e_teRcrZs/s400/DSCN1075.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472414475845656066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn7LD09M8vAnIeDmNU6zeW6oZfcoluGbsuMwmmZj-iSFTE6hrv2oZVgWUxSeLlkPbA1-8jZeaFxXF8LvjWsujHWUzOZn0Y35jAQuzYDCm57VWOC2muTwlQ80nrBF9oQ1V1ykZjYfOmwgVx/s1600/DSCN1072.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn7LD09M8vAnIeDmNU6zeW6oZfcoluGbsuMwmmZj-iSFTE6hrv2oZVgWUxSeLlkPbA1-8jZeaFxXF8LvjWsujHWUzOZn0Y35jAQuzYDCm57VWOC2muTwlQ80nrBF9oQ1V1ykZjYfOmwgVx/s400/DSCN1072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472414470890895314" /></a>Here is my mother's Day gift. A bike trailer. We are having so much fun with this! We have been using it 2x a day. Brock and I go in the morning, then we all go in the evening. It is the perfect workout for a pregnant lady too (31 weeks pregnant mind you, 9 more weeks to go!!!) It is low impact, yet gets my heart rate up so I actually feel like I get a work out. I only wish I would have bought one sooner. Doesn't Brock look cute in his helmut!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcCoVMid32upgAs2LM_to2mfs8H2ESfxlisKVri-D0SB_8vJe48GJsh_hFqcJ07eRyJzmDCXMJkJEf5aHGSyZ4jgdL_Wjk-qA9uiZZUccN2gesukG8sMbxkIErVL-Shg2Zd3NrVdiwtDq/s1600/DSCN1068.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcCoVMid32upgAs2LM_to2mfs8H2ESfxlisKVri-D0SB_8vJe48GJsh_hFqcJ07eRyJzmDCXMJkJEf5aHGSyZ4jgdL_Wjk-qA9uiZZUccN2gesukG8sMbxkIErVL-Shg2Zd3NrVdiwtDq/s400/DSCN1068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472414467876414338" /></a>And we went to Clarie's school carnival. Brock had a blast.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqwkwYxWqM8fD_FNYahTQyFfJefhb2VZU4ysBMuYRsEpALudAeyE7vTenNkmMhcEWNg_AvsAoB7ytGwsphnEUBwPaDZv6cMwTvgmuJOdxqCGY_Zxxngk8jb0Dte0z1BNfLEbKNNPLbujy3/s1600/DSCN1065.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqwkwYxWqM8fD_FNYahTQyFfJefhb2VZU4ysBMuYRsEpALudAeyE7vTenNkmMhcEWNg_AvsAoB7ytGwsphnEUBwPaDZv6cMwTvgmuJOdxqCGY_Zxxngk8jb0Dte0z1BNfLEbKNNPLbujy3/s400/DSCN1065.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472414459894041234" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvzLKSYXE4gf_9QiOpTUHHiFp9sR-vVA1-8riIfd5DAusXoliEea1wsG_73ODf4LlIOqISJpoL8bGJowNVG-qbPVEbRgmY6cvqmTwFRQ1EqEZF8FM2EupUusifEMs4QFUcS9UiN2N18A0-/s1600/DSCN1063.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvzLKSYXE4gf_9QiOpTUHHiFp9sR-vVA1-8riIfd5DAusXoliEea1wsG_73ODf4LlIOqISJpoL8bGJowNVG-qbPVEbRgmY6cvqmTwFRQ1EqEZF8FM2EupUusifEMs4QFUcS9UiN2N18A0-/s400/DSCN1063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472414456203138274" /></a>Sorry dad, I ate all the cotton candy. :(<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTfbYpCWateX6asMCr2L_xNKMOsVpfPElpAxoL4bTZMdycAVEV7gpZcgT6hQMnnUp0dAC9fOavdwLBLhxuuugg1YBt416HBudq4lXcVrGOjSmjsZOK3vn9nbMlPs7A5MT7prQSn_15gQhc/s1600/DSCN1056.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTfbYpCWateX6asMCr2L_xNKMOsVpfPElpAxoL4bTZMdycAVEV7gpZcgT6hQMnnUp0dAC9fOavdwLBLhxuuugg1YBt416HBudq4lXcVrGOjSmjsZOK3vn9nbMlPs7A5MT7prQSn_15gQhc/s400/DSCN1056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472414283560562034" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaUyhhiHg_6Ehk624R5m3B8Ik_-I9kb7Tj2I-Of3uETmD0WZt8HZAW565U06CKZGdG7_VYhpgW7nNsS_dVU25W8G6WOEbLi2bsq2nHtm9iQddyE15ek9JKn3F9Hm73gODPjOA09hcoFgon/s1600/DSCN1047.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaUyhhiHg_6Ehk624R5m3B8Ik_-I9kb7Tj2I-Of3uETmD0WZt8HZAW565U06CKZGdG7_VYhpgW7nNsS_dVU25W8G6WOEbLi2bsq2nHtm9iQddyE15ek9JKn3F9Hm73gODPjOA09hcoFgon/s400/DSCN1047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472414278296224626" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3qYi_S3qMjSivm0ga68Kpfr5_EJiBLfQ0iQgmfWsPN7mQoOAHRKiGim0xiK9OhEAVc3tZnLsYuZbmFHg8InlnlXft35pkmKd6NT3cCK7zdzivBDYFcNmfTI4jwBtKlTbaNC3wq6sPKjnI/s1600/DSCN1045.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3qYi_S3qMjSivm0ga68Kpfr5_EJiBLfQ0iQgmfWsPN7mQoOAHRKiGim0xiK9OhEAVc3tZnLsYuZbmFHg8InlnlXft35pkmKd6NT3cCK7zdzivBDYFcNmfTI4jwBtKlTbaNC3wq6sPKjnI/s400/DSCN1045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472414274395945650" /></a>Riding the train. Of course this was popular with Brock!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCttFfig5kcg7LItOBuM0rbrhSFAIF0B32VMSf4mStLvI2m84D5iH0ZQz0E3KwLu4roWZJPYy5fy45h7jWinsy5BDT42U-tlogDO6d56HIFBdivShPOM414U4PWr8LX8NN0RjZ8zxeVyYi/s1600/DSCN1034.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCttFfig5kcg7LItOBuM0rbrhSFAIF0B32VMSf4mStLvI2m84D5iH0ZQz0E3KwLu4roWZJPYy5fy45h7jWinsy5BDT42U-tlogDO6d56HIFBdivShPOM414U4PWr8LX8NN0RjZ8zxeVyYi/s400/DSCN1034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472414263371491986" /></a>They even had a pony ride. I though Brock would be all over this, but as soon as the pony sniffed his leg, he was D O N E done! He did not want anything to do with those ponies!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5IVJ_o5dYDfPykJp8zMQ4SkLsf5fAATSckkCEEABK-JGXgd-CZ0_RIR0-mXZRMdYBJFwvyMKQGkQCUSFSE7pW0xi-Iq2aTl2KIpflh0J4_ggofDGzKZcSaTrPPecgrSNf3ogQhF1PGZRF/s1600/DSCN1033.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5IVJ_o5dYDfPykJp8zMQ4SkLsf5fAATSckkCEEABK-JGXgd-CZ0_RIR0-mXZRMdYBJFwvyMKQGkQCUSFSE7pW0xi-Iq2aTl2KIpflh0J4_ggofDGzKZcSaTrPPecgrSNf3ogQhF1PGZRF/s400/DSCN1033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472414265566509106" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-63815876114113974952010-05-01T09:33:00.000-07:002010-05-01T09:41:26.741-07:00Just Pictures, mostly<div>I have been the worlds worst blogger lately. Here is what we have been up to~</div><div>Bowling. Brock loved this. He did really well and it is something we will be doing again some time!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ngHICINIncTSeScOnGKa9YgilRul0Zv6kgM6dHX49M32ryid0MdLYOVSemsdVJyZN87Er8bWh_btbLE5Xbowef90alOSW1qPqEp9aHxF8H2Ef3DeyiROBsqujKhvzZCtDEtOaeAvfdXs/s1600/DSCN1024.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ngHICINIncTSeScOnGKa9YgilRul0Zv6kgM6dHX49M32ryid0MdLYOVSemsdVJyZN87Er8bWh_btbLE5Xbowef90alOSW1qPqEp9aHxF8H2Ef3DeyiROBsqujKhvzZCtDEtOaeAvfdXs/s400/DSCN1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466341576886647666" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2NKfLAXISg5FMpNZ9V4d_rLOE7t05_ybUxJB7w-RycOVHAwGVE-BUzPNrKafeVhVgbbQRlrKROdNL3J66iBnBiPJm1m611Vl_gjYfKTSX-gy056IxJiALr79IB1TPAwM39wqJdmMpIFwy/s1600/DSCN1019.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2NKfLAXISg5FMpNZ9V4d_rLOE7t05_ybUxJB7w-RycOVHAwGVE-BUzPNrKafeVhVgbbQRlrKROdNL3J66iBnBiPJm1m611Vl_gjYfKTSX-gy056IxJiALr79IB1TPAwM39wqJdmMpIFwy/s400/DSCN1019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466341571021136658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg23mM4Faf20r5qsryLd1idhKmqrPQ4TDXO3UCR9s_z_hTOpNjjsT9-7Hi7fsip53V4AtCpbOIcxWb_D7rQDnoe-0vWoD-dtzvF0UVqJAxtZAcjy6VO8o1GQd1oB0y3_eBLwTN41aStNsD1/s1600/DSCN1017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg23mM4Faf20r5qsryLd1idhKmqrPQ4TDXO3UCR9s_z_hTOpNjjsT9-7Hi7fsip53V4AtCpbOIcxWb_D7rQDnoe-0vWoD-dtzvF0UVqJAxtZAcjy6VO8o1GQd1oB0y3_eBLwTN41aStNsD1/s400/DSCN1017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466341565639143410" /></a>Sleeping. Brock is such a weirdo. Here are some crazy positions we have found him in lately.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh18CN7pbUwElduRTMdPdsTUZxZvB_Jcou9T7ts7yN985MdXboKOoX4ThmWpqx18ZipEqh7nmzc5CgbFbaPG3C_MhwMxzdOSN3NtdFkyWmro2koD8wY7IcO8eCqn-taf5iyjSl16S-Ecdu/s1600/DSCN1009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh18CN7pbUwElduRTMdPdsTUZxZvB_Jcou9T7ts7yN985MdXboKOoX4ThmWpqx18ZipEqh7nmzc5CgbFbaPG3C_MhwMxzdOSN3NtdFkyWmro2koD8wY7IcO8eCqn-taf5iyjSl16S-Ecdu/s400/DSCN1009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466341448093334258" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiObyC42_fJRIeMCcJy8K_3r9se_-oNsn9bFLEQOwjYnxImc0WhKi_iNeWYV57EWUoa9UdEuz__xWoTpWkn9VxU0R8FXRmKYZCPBLvo1sWDXRTE8Oj2oez51J6n4nUa-gg8WjVoTwAd9YOn/s1600/DSCN1008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiObyC42_fJRIeMCcJy8K_3r9se_-oNsn9bFLEQOwjYnxImc0WhKi_iNeWYV57EWUoa9UdEuz__xWoTpWkn9VxU0R8FXRmKYZCPBLvo1sWDXRTE8Oj2oez51J6n4nUa-gg8WjVoTwAd9YOn/s400/DSCN1008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466341428671031522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnEqOZK3k9eY13iV9CdxzA8sU8gwMML77IQ5wtVk-RPrK8ufEURLB0DIzx5sFgNO4PEOv_f-YaAu3mUAfETII6kZ28BrMorvsyWsYl3E1HW0KnyJDWDcay1rAdkPQ0wumzV0I25pQ5Yuy0/s1600/DSCN0998.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnEqOZK3k9eY13iV9CdxzA8sU8gwMML77IQ5wtVk-RPrK8ufEURLB0DIzx5sFgNO4PEOv_f-YaAu3mUAfETII6kZ28BrMorvsyWsYl3E1HW0KnyJDWDcay1rAdkPQ0wumzV0I25pQ5Yuy0/s400/DSCN0998.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466341425426143074" /></a><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkfyFq7-RJ1rDacm4a0pjaW06uW2YLRoxcPqFnJ6R8aqP_v42oQ2wfVYj3TbcGQt2HyQ7O9g-scfSnk2zZ6kFXk7jZCxpso2lg09QwL35ZOZrLNUUyENcan3YLqNIaGcQFb6lNaC6HZ3A9/s400/DSCN0959.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466341228996395522" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWzRnm2Gaxt7ysrKo4TLql-EXhqLUw3h-Iv3WmOHG9IprjU9CKg_mqyiMBNbtykmFTimjHHu3F2uycB3idz16MD02gcPH68TlugJGdNK5M2Ak8sGkK-wVz0hAlax6FFsxH4NKtgwPf27j4/s400/DSCN0958.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466341218184142114" />And for the short while we had nice weather, we took advantage of it by gardening and tidying up the yard. And by we, I mean Tim. Brock tried to help.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0iGByesVqAtgF0IgP45yXULRAtl2o0edF3zr7zgWVCCv95ZWoTeCF7W9ta4CMQVUEpsB_wC-sCgf7e4A3wolhFkqh_WO3AVFA8xoyN8GsGhNstKHDotELmGC7xhcfx9y89IrueFZrfNjP/s1600/DSCN0993.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0iGByesVqAtgF0IgP45yXULRAtl2o0edF3zr7zgWVCCv95ZWoTeCF7W9ta4CMQVUEpsB_wC-sCgf7e4A3wolhFkqh_WO3AVFA8xoyN8GsGhNstKHDotELmGC7xhcfx9y89IrueFZrfNjP/s1600/DSCN0993.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0iGByesVqAtgF0IgP45yXULRAtl2o0edF3zr7zgWVCCv95ZWoTeCF7W9ta4CMQVUEpsB_wC-sCgf7e4A3wolhFkqh_WO3AVFA8xoyN8GsGhNstKHDotELmGC7xhcfx9y89IrueFZrfNjP/s400/DSCN0993.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466341419431389730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWluE6PqzDo0Gya3Wr2rqqAl__IJUqXeH-X-PYjWwcXsCDT93fFeCierMsjxyNT_Rk6Hrfl0mFS9U8CxY2lYscJXClhJbNo-J_dUSnx6wYWJSwkEGJ4o8J7n0xpsZBJa4BaKL6QG2fLnLF/s1600/DSCN0992.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWluE6PqzDo0Gya3Wr2rqqAl__IJUqXeH-X-PYjWwcXsCDT93fFeCierMsjxyNT_Rk6Hrfl0mFS9U8CxY2lYscJXClhJbNo-J_dUSnx6wYWJSwkEGJ4o8J7n0xpsZBJa4BaKL6QG2fLnLF/s400/DSCN0992.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466341417282941106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL9IUOpfX4FDUKd8pTsM61jcQ1Qi3kgL1qzOvotpSzYQXL4F3DlXGytYqPq0O8FL3SNmFypq0E1nGiNV-Gz4codFI572s3gasQHC-7AT2jXknuWgc-CTGkRQ0BUFN00urTv_GXmq3k-56O/s1600/DSCN0989.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL9IUOpfX4FDUKd8pTsM61jcQ1Qi3kgL1qzOvotpSzYQXL4F3DlXGytYqPq0O8FL3SNmFypq0E1nGiNV-Gz4codFI572s3gasQHC-7AT2jXknuWgc-CTGkRQ0BUFN00urTv_GXmq3k-56O/s400/DSCN0989.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466341242368917938" /></a>Tee Ball! We got Brock a tee ball set and he loves it. He is getting really good at swinging and hitting the ball.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQaA2KS9995N1BYD70s2qvm91x8K2kEYNGzfy4jEZTtddxRTe50P8MYK7RTwsiEL98ta0jZwaR_k9wsjhW2cOrXN-kUeEQJXlY-THjYIzQBxs_kH347Zc6ISYr_wO7htkVJ0eMsivPljZ/s1600/DSCN0946.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQaA2KS9995N1BYD70s2qvm91x8K2kEYNGzfy4jEZTtddxRTe50P8MYK7RTwsiEL98ta0jZwaR_k9wsjhW2cOrXN-kUeEQJXlY-THjYIzQBxs_kH347Zc6ISYr_wO7htkVJ0eMsivPljZ/s400/DSCN0946.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466341236279391954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFk3sBfWfX9IKrOUGIAJDyCtA4ciKgaxMeNxml9z8012RlA53tl428BDAyt-UPy16Z6IFETSpB3yQT9JgQYWz5vAo8XDoBov8zCAEx18bkPlhpZjBuNJeoW3P8zsYlfx-QlQT6Ynml61Ol/s1600/DSCN0932.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFk3sBfWfX9IKrOUGIAJDyCtA4ciKgaxMeNxml9z8012RlA53tl428BDAyt-UPy16Z6IFETSpB3yQT9JgQYWz5vAo8XDoBov8zCAEx18bkPlhpZjBuNJeoW3P8zsYlfx-QlQT6Ynml61Ol/s400/DSCN0932.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466341232005366034" /></a>Easter pics~<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiAhEYA_2wcX2eT4opLGZmf1Z5r7d6Pwj0Oju6V3JOM2Us14UKxM06iO1PZlexmhBuYdrG5qkfYutMLE-d7KL4QaaEIQ-A0fcFYcmRXarf8f8iEkkdGyouSL-54Tu88IuzJvIkpWZrC8cG/s1600/DSCN0925.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiAhEYA_2wcX2eT4opLGZmf1Z5r7d6Pwj0Oju6V3JOM2Us14UKxM06iO1PZlexmhBuYdrG5qkfYutMLE-d7KL4QaaEIQ-A0fcFYcmRXarf8f8iEkkdGyouSL-54Tu88IuzJvIkpWZrC8cG/s400/DSCN0925.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466340969787422322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjifnnYyDwDiDyIfa_8zkkEpkCaw6hhDVggPB32G7x2WdDJORENx0fVZLmM4Xn0Y9Mac9bdW9yKA10c4opmqTcGHGo-DWvIgByyILQTveQbOC1dm67PfB9vhrUz48Rje-GjtIkxyCBfkIQf/s1600/DSCN0909.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4mhMjvmbPe80xdWltTZy04GwgI-uY13cDZPHFP3XAgPoPZBmzIs7raqMxYzIS_tV8ol_FMHayVtc3rbA8Q2aIXMbcL3vt6sq1L6_X9HECsKQ341tatHp4PC7PtiOFjlLr6Gk0N5844QSt/s400/DSCN0873.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466340946820241218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCNP1cvuA23g-KmFySuuLaA6lvbWz9FfSrEVwU_rt0wzmI241DfXFrb6QDPgNDmyifpI6vgjs4AcZlhzStdgxSi9HZGNhKOsQRITnYy0Jcdufe9snA0h7zZpWrjH9xF1CX50m3l-o9rN5R/s1600/DSCN0871.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCNP1cvuA23g-KmFySuuLaA6lvbWz9FfSrEVwU_rt0wzmI241DfXFrb6QDPgNDmyifpI6vgjs4AcZlhzStdgxSi9HZGNhKOsQRITnYy0Jcdufe9snA0h7zZpWrjH9xF1CX50m3l-o9rN5R/s400/DSCN0871.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466340943040366482" /></a>And that's about it. Nothing to exciting right?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-61837972700347019122010-03-19T14:45:00.000-07:002010-03-19T14:55:12.493-07:00Here You Go Mom~<div>As per the request of Grandma-not the first one either- I am getting some blogging done. I have just been busy with the pregnancy { yes we are pregnant, shocking! 22 Weeks along little girl} and I just haven't had too much to say. It has been really nice weather here lately and I have been taking full advantage of it. Brock loves being outside. Everyday after naps I throw him in the backyard and he is content to play for about 2 hours till Tim comes home. It's so nice to have a house that stays clean in the afternoon! Well Wens was St Patrick's day. We had a fun time. One of our friends, Mandi Harris, threw a little party for the kids. It was a blast. Brock had a fabulous time! Here is a little of what we did~</div><div>Played with green playdough</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDm77lLgj_hrP3C7O-2RHRmLs3RACvfNluDePFfhbZ882k-V4yO1VJIxyjw92QLc17hpGmLP-dm3Zfc8rcNdBwLkW7RTnRWxqx-k1kbbQ0cebsd9vtQ23-8vcRpX9-KwucS_TYtTn2ESfc/s1600-h/DSCN0758.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDm77lLgj_hrP3C7O-2RHRmLs3RACvfNluDePFfhbZ882k-V4yO1VJIxyjw92QLc17hpGmLP-dm3Zfc8rcNdBwLkW7RTnRWxqx-k1kbbQ0cebsd9vtQ23-8vcRpX9-KwucS_TYtTn2ESfc/s400/DSCN0758.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450464683490174258" /></a>Ate green food, I think Brock is turning into a leprechaun!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNHfcWN1_z9ezfKSsuckrvVn0RFs6Vxc5xdhhmOLgJcRh3uaabCZECNf7uBLOj-oeKX1LE0IAuTqpFcatbzr1yLgrWplllM6285Jury7whK4be3jyws9XzbQ5h2BrqdYNPnvVlIki4Bnq6/s1600-h/DSCN0761.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNHfcWN1_z9ezfKSsuckrvVn0RFs6Vxc5xdhhmOLgJcRh3uaabCZECNf7uBLOj-oeKX1LE0IAuTqpFcatbzr1yLgrWplllM6285Jury7whK4be3jyws9XzbQ5h2BrqdYNPnvVlIki4Bnq6/s400/DSCN0761.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450464674232280722" /></a>Decorated Green Balloons<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLp1WWN0voOZla0ga5dzs7PYPYkH-4C6dAa73881GO0ANZ7JjropcoGW8QxpcUpnicfG2050LCtt0S-hMctvSBv4TwBm4MWYlAaGPvArcv9iFEqFNqbdRl7HW6KpGjSvqAWQ0IvE74owbK/s1600-h/DSCN0773.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLp1WWN0voOZla0ga5dzs7PYPYkH-4C6dAa73881GO0ANZ7JjropcoGW8QxpcUpnicfG2050LCtt0S-hMctvSBv4TwBm4MWYlAaGPvArcv9iFEqFNqbdRl7HW6KpGjSvqAWQ0IvE74owbK/s400/DSCN0773.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450464670380442338" /></a>Then we "flew" the balloons like kites. What a great idea! Mandi just made a mock kit by twisting a bunch of kite string around some clothes pins. Brock loved this. He just ran around their front yard with his balloon. In Heaven!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrYbAo-8G5zJJVzLz1OzVZ19QSvsE0o7ADVv274qvUFXoimsxS-UaBt0VrAGjF6gCBxPMOtHicRFVecDkkjEzoy_Q_x2OKN4-iZB4hJrVxmvVEHHY8FeLM3T70kCgLFfr8wot4qHfOclY9/s1600-h/DSCN0777.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrYbAo-8G5zJJVzLz1OzVZ19QSvsE0o7ADVv274qvUFXoimsxS-UaBt0VrAGjF6gCBxPMOtHicRFVecDkkjEzoy_Q_x2OKN4-iZB4hJrVxmvVEHHY8FeLM3T70kCgLFfr8wot4qHfOclY9/s400/DSCN0777.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450464666094019842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ht0gyHcl1-5VShXiouwku-IOpAp8kg3ITnlHHOnl2bnMbfm5O1mDqhwWE3xWm9v0MKZXDuu6OiZDzA1chDVcgfv-c2Vvl-os10SOX-krs_ptMbop804ND1E1MNj7nPdADB-1JhOBi7if/s1600-h/DSCN0778.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ht0gyHcl1-5VShXiouwku-IOpAp8kg3ITnlHHOnl2bnMbfm5O1mDqhwWE3xWm9v0MKZXDuu6OiZDzA1chDVcgfv-c2Vvl-os10SOX-krs_ptMbop804ND1E1MNj7nPdADB-1JhOBi7if/s400/DSCN0778.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450464660472758738" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw_u4thnFUn0H88VvfFLDPgBD1AP3HbLAohBgqryO3_hfFN5i_i7O5wnrZ9jYMCT26qHCMCpMzD-vkQmAAxtMnYXljJSjC2CUqf5PfZiM9i_MeIiiQIDDspHjtNCQ3bRSNn9tjiblWFbu9/s1600-h/DSCN0781.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw_u4thnFUn0H88VvfFLDPgBD1AP3HbLAohBgqryO3_hfFN5i_i7O5wnrZ9jYMCT26qHCMCpMzD-vkQmAAxtMnYXljJSjC2CUqf5PfZiM9i_MeIiiQIDDspHjtNCQ3bRSNn9tjiblWFbu9/s400/DSCN0781.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450464509594313778" /></a>Nope, no time to stop for a picture mom!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwzDYNr-2PM4zt4vB0ZB_sVo3qARP5PnZPLUNJmZINDOJBBxAHZu8TFwocZaB_fdrzPVfz2yoaaPEfcmBjavIB-HI89k7EVH24pr6w6tEl9w9BQQ3HUv3MFTcdT8NEILQ-mCod4ONmB5HB/s1600-h/DSCN0794.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwzDYNr-2PM4zt4vB0ZB_sVo3qARP5PnZPLUNJmZINDOJBBxAHZu8TFwocZaB_fdrzPVfz2yoaaPEfcmBjavIB-HI89k7EVH24pr6w6tEl9w9BQQ3HUv3MFTcdT8NEILQ-mCod4ONmB5HB/s400/DSCN0794.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450464502872618322" /></a>Then that afternoon Brock and I were outside for like 2 hours. It was glorious. We had to show off our super cool shades.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTOIMlHKTCDa5pKtRFSU176yq5fjOPgxTeEA2iXHSF-gV1XO2lZbugh7YOU5aLBew9Wf7u6F8vMA4ah8G5XggmBPlcB8MaUML98b1sGya30MZpI6bGxZAvASwmwNfEUNr7NXe-6KMttRfQ/s1600-h/DSCN0795.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTOIMlHKTCDa5pKtRFSU176yq5fjOPgxTeEA2iXHSF-gV1XO2lZbugh7YOU5aLBew9Wf7u6F8vMA4ah8G5XggmBPlcB8MaUML98b1sGya30MZpI6bGxZAvASwmwNfEUNr7NXe-6KMttRfQ/s400/DSCN0795.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450464497590191186" /></a>And today Brock is showing you the cool way to eat a fruit pop. On a trike with shades.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKzzAtxBNAM890VlnnVmWTHMSFfOzmg-X5xNoDsZP4Nl_HnmZKyzkBlGWoK5ZA7RUfebJ2UZ-7DDjiABSf5dZhSG39gdju7iVNkaLMCgWEuzUeAkxwsodpMsWluVXjhk_n1CJc6AcJIHuz/s1600-h/DSCN0805.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKzzAtxBNAM890VlnnVmWTHMSFfOzmg-X5xNoDsZP4Nl_HnmZKyzkBlGWoK5ZA7RUfebJ2UZ-7DDjiABSf5dZhSG39gdju7iVNkaLMCgWEuzUeAkxwsodpMsWluVXjhk_n1CJc6AcJIHuz/s400/DSCN0805.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450464490432148962" /></a>Smile!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizq4I1j077ftccTVxLC34tb5qmQQC7RtcphYXb1tz7QJN3EaKPSC7LNMfctRKejR0RMisyUv9wUyJEer3SAWM-1kgjAFCbSUc9GFnFGEGEfH9AmtCH92h9YCUJKMqSIN-gO9gphnJYyjEF/s1600-h/DSCN0752.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizq4I1j077ftccTVxLC34tb5qmQQC7RtcphYXb1tz7QJN3EaKPSC7LNMfctRKejR0RMisyUv9wUyJEer3SAWM-1kgjAFCbSUc9GFnFGEGEfH9AmtCH92h9YCUJKMqSIN-gO9gphnJYyjEF/s400/DSCN0752.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450464481962189586" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-53715253289073702992010-02-14T09:12:00.001-08:002010-02-14T09:18:23.750-08:00Just a Little<div>Not much going on here in Bronco Nation. We have all had our turn of being sick. I had a head cold and sore throat then Tim, and now Brock seems to have Croup. Poor guy. This was him last night at 7. Pass out on my lap. He had never done this before, not since he was a newborn! He slept all the way until 8:30! Of course with all the coughing, he didn't exactly sleep well!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-6hfvetkWbcVOtjBeD_7YczWtP4GivcPqgHGFM3HnfFhFXtnFot7MEbdqRw85XdKeZ-UY5VkvphF8XPenQcpmt3ocYDuKW2wBIlFSoSydlFC-VdxE42xneUnLKtZ0rxY7sdidjjuEc6ly/s1600-h/DSCN0686.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-6hfvetkWbcVOtjBeD_7YczWtP4GivcPqgHGFM3HnfFhFXtnFot7MEbdqRw85XdKeZ-UY5VkvphF8XPenQcpmt3ocYDuKW2wBIlFSoSydlFC-VdxE42xneUnLKtZ0rxY7sdidjjuEc6ly/s400/DSCN0686.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438148544502427426" /></a>The other night we went to a Steelheads Hockey game with some friends. It was so fun! We are planning on going again. Here was a fight right at the beginning. I didn't know that in hockey the refs let them duke it out until someone hits the ice. Idaho took down the bigger Utah man. It was intense!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlgFNOc-GRK_vw0t4Zyl3F3BExntrLHgfMKU6UrLOvZK32UT3CUWJrRbqJlq_zNc_bQsZAbJw7QiBuHAH3EN585DVAPe2ufMV6kA_EqZxPk8UFsU74Wu0xA7fIAcp7r_hZ861rk-Lt-Bmz/s1600-h/DSCN0682.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlgFNOc-GRK_vw0t4Zyl3F3BExntrLHgfMKU6UrLOvZK32UT3CUWJrRbqJlq_zNc_bQsZAbJw7QiBuHAH3EN585DVAPe2ufMV6kA_EqZxPk8UFsU74Wu0xA7fIAcp7r_hZ861rk-Lt-Bmz/s400/DSCN0682.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438148539418712610" /></a>At the game... yup tim shaved<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaSUY6gF7R7ovlsu_KvxjmqpwsFP3GxMtEM2jcixLn0eGLVtoBu0HzDFyerZbnKh7-GS0pXvmJznJ8f_16M3vf6YeoxiQyVuAqDNLEjtWjs6cHaguD9Br8Gy9JCb263om6gxolpUmmrtdE/s1600-h/DSCN0679.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaSUY6gF7R7ovlsu_KvxjmqpwsFP3GxMtEM2jcixLn0eGLVtoBu0HzDFyerZbnKh7-GS0pXvmJznJ8f_16M3vf6YeoxiQyVuAqDNLEjtWjs6cHaguD9Br8Gy9JCb263om6gxolpUmmrtdE/s400/DSCN0679.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438148532350253586" /></a>Oh and here are some pictures from the chocolate chip incident. What a little punk!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiStjS5w9UUOhI7WyP0X_DrW875bYnGePfA-oYm1zv7Nep_VBCWuQZzMv8S6K4OgSuJ4f_VUL0AcIBOgCZK1mrqWcQ3obSx9B6ymJkGn_QUsN1Gw7fBeNsGouCSkeAkqFlQIQVmDyIHnzeR/s1600-h/DSCN0663.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiStjS5w9UUOhI7WyP0X_DrW875bYnGePfA-oYm1zv7Nep_VBCWuQZzMv8S6K4OgSuJ4f_VUL0AcIBOgCZK1mrqWcQ3obSx9B6ymJkGn_QUsN1Gw7fBeNsGouCSkeAkqFlQIQVmDyIHnzeR/s400/DSCN0663.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438148526127314050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ489mDiwnGS5pwe6L3RvcXoGJ-GtD8djMCH729raCGe-bkZ5fUAzCX39RDy_iUOaOGqpL6T1ospoEuQyFsHwcr66emNVIIHQVBlwDGnTCn0CrGMzgSzaQxgc7zwvFUwnGQul6dSJSHELv/s1600-h/DSCN0661.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ489mDiwnGS5pwe6L3RvcXoGJ-GtD8djMCH729raCGe-bkZ5fUAzCX39RDy_iUOaOGqpL6T1ospoEuQyFsHwcr66emNVIIHQVBlwDGnTCn0CrGMzgSzaQxgc7zwvFUwnGQul6dSJSHELv/s400/DSCN0661.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438148522104765938" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-71593699633308912562010-01-25T17:50:00.000-08:002010-01-25T18:10:44.287-08:00I Just Knew ItHave you ever woke up and just knew, today was going to be one of those days? Well, mine started at about 5:30 thanks to Brock. And 5:30 is just no way to start the day in my book. No way. I finally let him out at about 8, very tired and bleary eyed I might add, and we got breakfast. A few hours into our morning Brock is out of sight and I hear the toilet flush. Since he still needs help pulling down his pants, I knew this couldn't be good. Alas he had tried to flush his cereal, cup and all, down the john. Sigh... I had to pick the cup out by myself since Tim was gone. And toilet water is very cold. After thoroughly cleaning my hand, Brock and I had a nice little chat about what is appropriate for the toilet. <div><br /></div><div>Nap time couldn't have came sooner today and I was happy. Although, Brock had other plans because during nap instead of sleeping he found a small bottle of lotion and proceeded to bath himself. Well he certainly smelled good when I went to get him, greasy hair and all. He used the WHOLE bottle and even managed to rub it all in.</div><div><br /></div><div>By this time I was trying to fix my hair and face up a little {I had pulled most of it out at this point} so Brock and I could go to the store. As I am finishing up, I realize that it is quiet .... too quiet. I start calling Brock's name throughout the house and after hearing no answer started getting panicky. Well I made it to the kitchen and Brock had pulled a bag of chocolate chips out and was double fisting them. Chocolate smeared all over his face and hands he looks at me with a big brown toothy grin and says "Mommy!" Sigh... Pictures coming soon.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well we some how made it home from the store in one piece and I am starting on dinner. As I am shredding chicken, I hear that notorious toilet flush. Without even washing my hands I rush to the bathroom to find that Brock has tried to flush the entire contents of the garbage can. Big SIGH. Lots of stuff to fish out of the toilet this time. Not fun. Brock was in trouble for that one. </div><div><br /></div><div>Lets just say Tim came home just in the nick of time. I was about to the end of my rope. I mean really, how many naughty things can one little boy do in 12 hours? It is now 7 and he is getting in bed. Thank goodness, lets just hope he sleeps in tomorrow...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-90361550418941187262010-01-09T09:35:00.001-08:002010-01-09T09:58:06.076-08:00Christmas Catch Up<div>We had a great Christmas this year. It was so nice to have Tim home for a while, Brock was in heaven. This was the first actual Christmas "just us" it was nice but a little lonely too. Here is what our front room looked like shortly after Santa visited~</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmymP3mx6H824UyQPVwYxMjC_-hgiqmDDtbdDtExnyX_5isaJ4dP1_ywMe6aCpSRYL8RKGky3B3Rrkfmy2P93RNOZ4xpSdFY-xv-IM4PaKXVk79oNc9CQAhp1i-SnM_LzauTILMN19Uj0/s1600-h/DSCN0590.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmymP3mx6H824UyQPVwYxMjC_-hgiqmDDtbdDtExnyX_5isaJ4dP1_ywMe6aCpSRYL8RKGky3B3Rrkfmy2P93RNOZ4xpSdFY-xv-IM4PaKXVk79oNc9CQAhp1i-SnM_LzauTILMN19Uj0/s400/DSCN0590.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424795835168620130" /></a>Brock loved his race car bed. Sweet find on Craig's List. Too bad it didn't make the transition out of the crib any easier. It's like he has discovered that he could open his door and sneak out a million times before falling asleep. Well a child lock on the door and a few nights falling asleep at the door, and he is finally doing great. He is even staying dry all night and we have ditched the pull ups! Just testing out the new bed~<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx8AALx_PCmTbGZXukQjn3cZkQyuyaHUKyyWDrMmGDa4M5z_-lnBsve9p6K-4Vz5SApYakF_VV1ZY0jZqcxffOz9r1CWHxKGUyEswS7l6z3X6ozd9wC5LJ8E956PTYkcMixGwqFsw9QAg/s1600-h/DSCN0598.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx8AALx_PCmTbGZXukQjn3cZkQyuyaHUKyyWDrMmGDa4M5z_-lnBsve9p6K-4Vz5SApYakF_VV1ZY0jZqcxffOz9r1CWHxKGUyEswS7l6z3X6ozd9wC5LJ8E956PTYkcMixGwqFsw9QAg/s400/DSCN0598.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424795825828006034" /></a>Playing with a "new" {ok hand me down, but he loves it} tool set. He thinks it's Handy Manny.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJGuCqy1MPEC-oqHDWYqzoB3cnXg7b4bV8EBaUBSDINjOOq6pnTdhene37BVJJ6wpLtCRtL6dCecD6ocOjRQCLb0hLrZrAwH789l6cRwDWXgTB0cwX28vyFBglLNNlad6zXCUBiEZOAA/s1600-h/DSCN0599.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJGuCqy1MPEC-oqHDWYqzoB3cnXg7b4bV8EBaUBSDINjOOq6pnTdhene37BVJJ6wpLtCRtL6dCecD6ocOjRQCLb0hLrZrAwH789l6cRwDWXgTB0cwX28vyFBglLNNlad6zXCUBiEZOAA/s400/DSCN0599.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424795816385883890" /></a>Riding his "new" {ok $3 Kettler trike we found at the used store, in excellent condition} This was my most triumphant Christmas find and I wasn't even looking for one!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoCVnK2or59nQQsID4U2IQOA8M79OD_ttcnr9NSQ094EU9LtS12yOr0EKqKhXxlbpLexlaRIEWPv4FrOhqeHhXbC-M6W51bmj-bMfw3fuxpzacSeTRDTsb2-l4vbQtN0WClWe17P2qKK0/s1600-h/DSCN0605.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoCVnK2or59nQQsID4U2IQOA8M79OD_ttcnr9NSQ094EU9LtS12yOr0EKqKhXxlbpLexlaRIEWPv4FrOhqeHhXbC-M6W51bmj-bMfw3fuxpzacSeTRDTsb2-l4vbQtN0WClWe17P2qKK0/s400/DSCN0605.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424795812149715122" /></a>Trying to open a train. As soon as he saw what it was, he yelled, "Thomas! Thomas I see you! I'm coming! I'm coming!" It was funny. He was rescuing Thomas from his suffocating store packaging.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4gAPnFD0ywvYxw_f2ho8KVwvOASE0zvqtqkAPHQjh0-ieKf22kJswi4YgEoYnLwmYaVdM0IkCKT1eNPAhrOFzAl3Bxsjvm4X5pYANGaULGtEKt4CUKzc8eIBT-qyrA_cTUY4yBq3mh-c/s1600-h/DSCN0610.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4gAPnFD0ywvYxw_f2ho8KVwvOASE0zvqtqkAPHQjh0-ieKf22kJswi4YgEoYnLwmYaVdM0IkCKT1eNPAhrOFzAl3Bxsjvm4X5pYANGaULGtEKt4CUKzc8eIBT-qyrA_cTUY4yBq3mh-c/s400/DSCN0610.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424795688591951714" /></a>Here is my haul. Tim and I unknowingly pretty got each other the same stuff, BSU gear, board games. My mom did get me the Pioneer Woman's cook book, and trust me, you need this book in your life!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaJzZw38N3ULMjkTgqX9nDBxOXZgxaYQe0TRs3WcEtyl_QFDtpizH735Yp2cPfCzGFuntxWAydLUIunOOeqWBdvgA0f4u0EID4qPJgpW1X1xFilMTzWMQmSfOb-f5MeWOnRaUR-oaoc1k/s1600-h/DSCN0614.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaJzZw38N3ULMjkTgqX9nDBxOXZgxaYQe0TRs3WcEtyl_QFDtpizH735Yp2cPfCzGFuntxWAydLUIunOOeqWBdvgA0f4u0EID4qPJgpW1X1xFilMTzWMQmSfOb-f5MeWOnRaUR-oaoc1k/s400/DSCN0614.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424795683211503330" /></a>Tim's haul, BSU gear and Board games.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO3olhc9pCG3psQPISTL2n2ZtmrqFRArCDbMxIiMhc7ZjUtbPHhyJlrKx7fWIJlte5R53LM544ofzIDOmN3x8TXibBgttzxZbWeX-ZihoI4KT19Po59Od5mpZKXvzK78Y0yefPOnpkNvI/s1600-h/DSCN0615.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO3olhc9pCG3psQPISTL2n2ZtmrqFRArCDbMxIiMhc7ZjUtbPHhyJlrKx7fWIJlte5R53LM544ofzIDOmN3x8TXibBgttzxZbWeX-ZihoI4KT19Po59Od5mpZKXvzK78Y0yefPOnpkNvI/s400/DSCN0615.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424795678335492898" /></a>Brock's Haul. Spoiled little turd!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFp1k38GDYY7BVmCqBeUrjlrLX4dXrEAozw8BiwCfs8B3J8dHnobPDPTFIUU_sOEpz9GuprENfoEd5McyA5pgMq8WmaydJEbacYzgSNnaErnzY74z0gCv7uD_nYvBkcXnow_8KvbyeI9Q/s1600-h/DSCN0618.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFp1k38GDYY7BVmCqBeUrjlrLX4dXrEAozw8BiwCfs8B3J8dHnobPDPTFIUU_sOEpz9GuprENfoEd5McyA5pgMq8WmaydJEbacYzgSNnaErnzY74z0gCv7uD_nYvBkcXnow_8KvbyeI9Q/s400/DSCN0618.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424795670523704530" /></a>Then we headed to Burley for a few days with my parents. It was a nice and easy visit {except the night Brock escaped his pack and play about 30 times! I refuse to put kids in my bed. I'm just that way} I some how never manage to get pictures with my fam. Sorry Mom, we did have fun though. <div><br /></div><div>Then we headed up to Inkom for New Years. It was both fun and....crappy. Tim got nasty food poisoning the first night we were there and was up all night puking. Trust me I could hear him across the house, he is loud! Poor guy! Last year all over again. Then Brock was waking up in the middle of the night. And 2nd to last night we were there woke up screaming bloody murder. I mean SCREAMING! yup you guessed it, Throwing up. I broke my rule and let him sleep in our bed so Isaac who was sharing a room with him could get some sleep. What a night! But, on to the good times~</div><div> </div><div>We took a silly hat picture. Almost everyone was there. We missed Matt and Lucy and fam though!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgghoX6UBjsbef3vvydrzjWdmchxeahvi45Ni9ZRvczH7It4LhT-xFBOnRfU2XMWY88ANj2Jw94X-__ba586jE8RPg5OSQN1Zx7LyVaDbd90qU1xdKMQRN6LwGx72oTCTs6WavLViOZEqM/s1600-h/DSCN0622.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgghoX6UBjsbef3vvydrzjWdmchxeahvi45Ni9ZRvczH7It4LhT-xFBOnRfU2XMWY88ANj2Jw94X-__ba586jE8RPg5OSQN1Zx7LyVaDbd90qU1xdKMQRN6LwGx72oTCTs6WavLViOZEqM/s400/DSCN0622.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424795663723496082" /></a>Getting tired of the pictures....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC4ZcYzGgGOMLy42I4AWj2UUIT9dhOSwUafmIW4bZynBHWfbiiyCZO9NVaKe1bPrYxce6dFg_a5wycAOtGkMJ_gNF0u_IupUnuEY-HrXFE_jB6DtqH4KiPX-QmyaP7iULtXmwllJNNnsA/s1600-h/DSCN0634.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC4ZcYzGgGOMLy42I4AWj2UUIT9dhOSwUafmIW4bZynBHWfbiiyCZO9NVaKe1bPrYxce6dFg_a5wycAOtGkMJ_gNF0u_IupUnuEY-HrXFE_jB6DtqH4KiPX-QmyaP7iULtXmwllJNNnsA/s400/DSCN0634.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424795413060486290" /></a>Ok, I think we've had enough....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGcsGNtrstfM3I22aY4pgY5jEtGcjVfw2KKmM6OOAxFfSGiaRuKBA3VOwG2Gmn7SnBVF4oh6lK0Dwr9ffoIZUrPKdT5leklsFxGsyebOWTyN4888XWlgrBntaf1lbCSqh4vbpdAbTMXL0/s1600-h/DSCN0640.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGcsGNtrstfM3I22aY4pgY5jEtGcjVfw2KKmM6OOAxFfSGiaRuKBA3VOwG2Gmn7SnBVF4oh6lK0Dwr9ffoIZUrPKdT5leklsFxGsyebOWTyN4888XWlgrBntaf1lbCSqh4vbpdAbTMXL0/s400/DSCN0640.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424795408243981362" /></a>Jay Bird {the stud muffin} showing off his new BSU gear.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfozH6GgzJs2A0e4fWAtHd7iGyMVGwY3ntdYtKEB3jy_MdekHrds7HHC4TwAoU85GH3N5w213_sDbz6mk06t3I4Z-03U71kCG8Mc6SxxlyLiy2NEOi13Vq5Pos3l0I6vVQKftpCaAoROY/s1600-h/DSCN0642.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfozH6GgzJs2A0e4fWAtHd7iGyMVGwY3ntdYtKEB3jy_MdekHrds7HHC4TwAoU85GH3N5w213_sDbz6mk06t3I4Z-03U71kCG8Mc6SxxlyLiy2NEOi13Vq5Pos3l0I6vVQKftpCaAoROY/s400/DSCN0642.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424795404659805314" /></a>And then there was SNOW! I don't like the snow, so I stayed inside, but Tim and Brock had a ball pulling Claire and Dylan around. Tim is really just a big kid. He was having a great time too!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWmTJf9Dfrkl-doCoWQPyRvo-1IgF_YJhdF25n2xbOCuatl8PoykMPCYhAxYStOq8Tzg10xAeTVGi6uEcWwSeczMeuqub6Ur2EcofKXd5ybwTn4c__CaCdZhVtxF2Kpxw9Q0KtCXtdrQ/s1600-h/DSCN0649.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWmTJf9Dfrkl-doCoWQPyRvo-1IgF_YJhdF25n2xbOCuatl8PoykMPCYhAxYStOq8Tzg10xAeTVGi6uEcWwSeczMeuqub6Ur2EcofKXd5ybwTn4c__CaCdZhVtxF2Kpxw9Q0KtCXtdrQ/s400/DSCN0649.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424795400351015106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX1kH5oRFmPsctMMxyq1XtRwmzdE-eT6M0RKyOAYV0IrzaPL6cCasH_NOkTM0-bkNCZ6iesqmzmEs7s2-OwUm0wHild1hNtgSo42XdDmlTdNtN0ixpyYNxk66x0k06TfNb7Y1ZKPRbzJM/s1600-h/DSCN0647.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX1kH5oRFmPsctMMxyq1XtRwmzdE-eT6M0RKyOAYV0IrzaPL6cCasH_NOkTM0-bkNCZ6iesqmzmEs7s2-OwUm0wHild1hNtgSo42XdDmlTdNtN0ixpyYNxk66x0k06TfNb7Y1ZKPRbzJM/s400/DSCN0647.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424795391286293634" /></a>All in all we had a good time. And most importantly it was great to see our family! It is such a blessing to live close to home again! Hope you all had a great holiday too!</div>Tim and Steph Ulrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10512761952905118423noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-85191236121188320212009-12-22T17:34:00.000-08:002009-12-22T18:00:08.980-08:00Merry Christmas 2009~<div>Since I lacked the time and motivation this year to send out a Christmas Card, I decided I could do just as well with a little blog post/ year in review. So if you really wanted a Card from us, just read along, and it will be almost as good as the real thing!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The last half of 2009 was great for us. In July Tim finished his 2 {and thus for worst} year of Medical school. We got to move back to our beloved ID and even got to spend 12 weeks in Pocatello. He is now in his 3 year where he gets to do hands on work with Drs. He just finished his internal med rotation. He had to do 30 hour call every 4th day. It was no fun for anyone, and I got used to sleeping with my little bottle of runners mace {cant be too safe}. I don't know who is happier to see the end of that rotation, me or Tim!</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Brock turned 2 and is busy as ever. His favorite things are trains and cars. The train set I bought is the best money I have ever spent. Brock plays with that thing all day every day. He is also POTTY TRAINED now, and I couldn't be happier. It was a rough couple of days but he now has the hang of it and is doing fantastic. His Elmo undies are is favorite and he wants to wear them everyday. He is a busy and loving child who loves to snuggle me. I am so glad I have him in my life. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>As for me... same old same old. I started a very part time job, 12 hours a week. It has been really nice to get out and make enough money to cover all our utilities. And it is nice to talk to other adults about things besides how many times Brock went potty or medicine. I have to admit, I usually don't look forward to the holiday season. It is a constant hustle and bustle, with scary roads, and people tend to go a little crazy. Sure I like buying a surprise or two for Tim, but he doesn't get that excited either. But this year is different. Brock is SO excited about Christmas. If some one stops by, he proudly shows off our poor little tree {lights are half dead}. We can't go out with out him exclaiming "It's Christmas!" He knows he has presents and he knows Santa is coming, although he'd rather he didn't. Even though he is only 2 I can tell that he can feel the special spirit that is around during this time of year. I almost feel like a kid again. Tim and I can't wait until Christmas Day, for Brock to rush out and see what Santa has left him. It really is a different feeling when you are seeing Christmas through a child's eyes!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I hope 2009 leaves you all happy and healthy! And heres to a great 2010!<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>With Love, The Ulrich Family.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And if any of you skipped all the rambling, here are a few photos of what we have been up to lately!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sledding, Brock had an absolute ball.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUwE_siVqCmQ0FMa4fWh8HDx_9ZQygcRm9rcAObAdhAu19EzXtigjHPf8dC1OYk5vTioLsoZ-c6xXNzeJDsr_pEl-DeVY840doRBWwOJBYs-IHY6GPPDN2TMduo58iWUsWkZ4BdV4LKBwg/s1600-h/DSCN0557.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUwE_siVqCmQ0FMa4fWh8HDx_9ZQygcRm9rcAObAdhAu19EzXtigjHPf8dC1OYk5vTioLsoZ-c6xXNzeJDsr_pEl-DeVY840doRBWwOJBYs-IHY6GPPDN2TMduo58iWUsWkZ4BdV4LKBwg/s400/DSCN0557.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418239361067811170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZnp4rU9WtrI_6VjmPlC2ijE8zT52obMaczp0eelKpxFmA5Rq1u3EXHFt_Lci_w6Rn4V8QG0BHXKa5sl-2_jSOnFkSYjWBGhgGqulEAAxoBp0usbzg7sSL9kXWES3vNuApmh1qoWooeMCY/s1600-h/DSCN0553.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZnp4rU9WtrI_6VjmPlC2ijE8zT52obMaczp0eelKpxFmA5Rq1u3EXHFt_Lci_w6Rn4V8QG0BHXKa5sl-2_jSOnFkSYjWBGhgGqulEAAxoBp0usbzg7sSL9kXWES3vNuApmh1qoWooeMCY/s400/DSCN0553.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418239356085810674" /></a>Brock is a train fanatic. So we decided it would be fun to take him on the North Pole Express. There is a train company here called Thunder Mountain Express out of Horse Shoe Bend. We went to the North Pole where we got to meet Santa and have milk and cookies. Brock was in heaven for the whole 3 hours. Here he is showing off his ticket~<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJ0WR5geSI-HLNBC-FmXtVp1QRytpMBJHjV9npsaO2YMID_c0zW_bNj81Hz5swvpsluuDE07_ABvppTiw-Zjr7NmVnzhDGT4MGdE-Uzxl6hF_weOkZnFGfYqxF03y-BbST4Idlwg25xBQ/s400/DSCN0567.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418239234110176338" />Waiting for the Train to start. And then an attempted self portrait.<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdkRyxraw34Vr0g-tgLBFPcY97Msbvzb6uvsklIx2GG9tmqrm3Vnsp3ieRN7y5_EPPU_F8HcN0iRqFHWAJbNAzZexZ-fUpvgjfpndOhgZUAGODOEUuifRuAv-4EK3-AKGX75PdYQxVMAJA/s400/DSCN0569.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418239241159432450" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgECKSru5kCSlAIopk-374SV6WXQrNnNEMvYm-gIT0KI1bhZtIXNIKr-XVESyIiaLTYTAnco7L53ZBua_GNLMIToihB97ihQMwiNQ7BxocgquUUO5hVbbxUsDILX-7pyFQZDaBaDvh3vJcb/s400/DSCN0572.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418239229205164258" />This is what we got to watch on our ride. We saw a deer, bald eagle, llama, ducks, cranes and a weird duck that looked like a penguin. Not kidding.<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQrtm_w_gKQv6-g056o9Gboi5G0FMKf9s_o4aNg8sw752rwLa4UkpGkewN9sGL2ovqSTfdBJv6zanvKf7sqN-przhUk6F4MCvuoX4CJuMaE5LeOr4CZip5mEzCK1fYrYuVKXxtCFpOGqVu/s400/DSCN0578.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418239242012694130" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZkoW6gHiDv8xWixoL26C47NxGbDdBB_BnRqZiv0NQZ7pkOIXAF81I-qgJU1HgW9gZwoMdXFA1HhkF3MqVKehTnkhl1V-BfFlPVwKPdCh-trEIpI_z5BqnH68JTnjgMEOd0U-mrzk98Y5g/s400/DSCN0571.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418239223712508898" /><br /><div>Brock and Tim {in matching BSU hats made by yours truly} sitting a safe distance from Santa. Brock wouldn't go near him. It was a great experience and Brock LOVED it. I recommend this to anyone who lives in or near Boise, and kids 2 and under are FREE!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE0Of9jIVnufW5kv7tJuYaNDwhJC1cvq6sRUOiLdxHVAviyIO5qBOTXOY58r8wp7SnpDlK8VZDfeq-F-Ww6lw_kM9p99ggePe6ue7IEWBx9JQYI7218atIpvjIvyU0PFa9eb68LpWeF8om/s1600-h/DSCN0581.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE0Of9jIVnufW5kv7tJuYaNDwhJC1cvq6sRUOiLdxHVAviyIO5qBOTXOY58r8wp7SnpDlK8VZDfeq-F-Ww6lw_kM9p99ggePe6ue7IEWBx9JQYI7218atIpvjIvyU0PFa9eb68LpWeF8om/s400/DSCN0581.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418239348584570130" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-86937544539395988442009-12-11T15:14:00.000-08:002009-12-11T15:27:09.183-08:00Thanksgiving and such<div style="text-align: center;">For Thanksgiving my Parents rented this fun cabin in Island Park. There was tons of snow and we had a blast. Sadly Tim couldn't make it because of school. Anyway here is what we did~</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Cabin</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGAsC6w-IIb_kw8nnBFsBt-Dkd1hA_j1e_GLHa7X0UQv1Xf3ZC8L3zQ-nINFOPYckBrKwP8uKY_Ez2-UlUyS7NfK_-Crhpy7jREcl0kr-z7zwwjBcBirDPzG4ceROH5x0etQZF6JQuzgG/s400/PB260031+copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414121806785026386" /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">Brock Swimming with my dad and the girls at the Rec center there. He loves his cousins and they take such good care of him!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogqdsqzIZc3D_KXQUpt26id3oI6Yr41pPOr1eFjrr5vePSFP1R3qqeDajyhdXv-JgZ9-aoYJiEqYVXja6e-aTnTuh5OQ3LmVEipce1_fVo_DeCNq68WXHPxAL2DNk5CGaj5iL_pGO-MTp/s1600-h/PB280076+copy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogqdsqzIZc3D_KXQUpt26id3oI6Yr41pPOr1eFjrr5vePSFP1R3qqeDajyhdXv-JgZ9-aoYJiEqYVXja6e-aTnTuh5OQ3LmVEipce1_fVo_DeCNq68WXHPxAL2DNk5CGaj5iL_pGO-MTp/s400/PB280076+copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414121823997970418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Going for a walk. See all that snow? And doesn't Brock look cute in 3T snowpants that are too short?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh43bf8S7nA6_YvsaavBsGg7bWi57pc-c04yqwlZF_fcx-OHb1VFxKlVnxqa802X-qcEdAHjJ9YAh_RrMbTWFye0jMkwI73TJMXPlbV3N0rNsBmDzKmmQah2UtWZz3PKB3OTghFWXjE6mEp/s1600-h/PB260055+copy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh43bf8S7nA6_YvsaavBsGg7bWi57pc-c04yqwlZF_fcx-OHb1VFxKlVnxqa802X-qcEdAHjJ9YAh_RrMbTWFye0jMkwI73TJMXPlbV3N0rNsBmDzKmmQah2UtWZz3PKB3OTghFWXjE6mEp/s400/PB260055+copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414121815888716482" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Me and Shelby at Johnny Saks Cabin and Warm Springs. This place has the hugest fish ever!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGwOvaWs8UGG4l1tUfN1eKLiF31BOg_-KTuQ33GBx_vFKdA1AZSm2mHPhqLUXHeC5yY3WlRrLJuYwAI0iAcS6I5gxKR9A9rQ8JcX9fYCogmtmfaEXHIR6k41ki6LLieBEecHCus2GHZmtC/s1600-h/PB250013+copy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGwOvaWs8UGG4l1tUfN1eKLiF31BOg_-KTuQ33GBx_vFKdA1AZSm2mHPhqLUXHeC5yY3WlRrLJuYwAI0iAcS6I5gxKR9A9rQ8JcX9fYCogmtmfaEXHIR6k41ki6LLieBEecHCus2GHZmtC/s400/PB250013+copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414121525144837746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Dad and Alex at Warm Springs.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii93k7C8DTIQ56oWwAElI0DOEJdTv0rEOsG1YKkZav6pNdTmEKUtR-N4ntaN-2w68ABDV9aOReA-dik_hm-kHCVXCMevsueDt6YmLLnXLAqVjMQmDO8G3MMqqPNe0I8jheWi7R6C5kyfqO/s400/DSCN0512.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414121492464800802" /><br /></div><div>Tubing on a very flat hill next to the cabin. Dani had a blast though!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-qi-p_Hgu8n-6KaFSoN_Yve_7qC5uYbTsUHyf-x2_ugOFSlhV3TNaretx_o-R__VYBJqonhxcI82CPN2fbzHQKJtZvmCsX-UEMuK2cLoVc1dG0VpT5p2nQk-eDHaSjUFLPCVh28Jg5tw/s1600-h/DSCN0527.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-qi-p_Hgu8n-6KaFSoN_Yve_7qC5uYbTsUHyf-x2_ugOFSlhV3TNaretx_o-R__VYBJqonhxcI82CPN2fbzHQKJtZvmCsX-UEMuK2cLoVc1dG0VpT5p2nQk-eDHaSjUFLPCVh28Jg5tw/s400/DSCN0527.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414121517505457698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Eating dinner. Brock wouldn't sit at the kiddie table, so I got to instead.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIqC6GOP-gqJTgLtAOy2vwG-9Bny1VPhfTVDqKS9G8xLXn8rPv7uX7J_FUYXcopIkneclnNSDBQRtM8jT4Ef7DB6joEMnIYWu4d_1o4d8xJCT2qqoBsbp-91tpS4E5EnzGpkHTx4vczBWn/s1600-h/DSCN0526.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIqC6GOP-gqJTgLtAOy2vwG-9Bny1VPhfTVDqKS9G8xLXn8rPv7uX7J_FUYXcopIkneclnNSDBQRtM8jT4Ef7DB6joEMnIYWu4d_1o4d8xJCT2qqoBsbp-91tpS4E5EnzGpkHTx4vczBWn/s400/DSCN0526.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414121506576390802" /></a>YUMMO! I love sweet potatoes... or Yams. I guess they are different?<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidiwtddSI8rdDLLhsJtXCL3_U8s4sqjpY3IMNywj9rpCIAxpdcmnWHiMXqIgQOsCXpZsGPzjtrHLcuEY_azGgpuVF7ke2gbiwPsnSOFlgYvdTOuitWBXJt67XShUV291YQlz3guM8apCoi/s1600-h/DSCN0522.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidiwtddSI8rdDLLhsJtXCL3_U8s4sqjpY3IMNywj9rpCIAxpdcmnWHiMXqIgQOsCXpZsGPzjtrHLcuEY_azGgpuVF7ke2gbiwPsnSOFlgYvdTOuitWBXJt67XShUV291YQlz3guM8apCoi/s400/DSCN0522.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414121495880991762" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We had fun but missed Tim! We have had some fun with him though. Recently we went and saw some crazy, ridiculous lights around Boise. This one guy starts putting lights up after Halloween, with the help of 2 hired men. Then he pay $1500 for electricity in Dec!!!! It is pretty amazing though. Every Square inch of this guys house is covered.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn4uHljEmqSUQkJED5padtlt1WwsRHljJDLj49j2dcsl80OXT6N4vpGgrtoTnOg3WuFyj_Gfgka39SXyi5okIfcjZUzAs2TYZC2XAXrXmYujzkIBTGYSjsdA0CWZM_LhI78gPi_OjL5Y8M/s1600-h/DSCN0545-copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn4uHljEmqSUQkJED5padtlt1WwsRHljJDLj49j2dcsl80OXT6N4vpGgrtoTnOg3WuFyj_Gfgka39SXyi5okIfcjZUzAs2TYZC2XAXrXmYujzkIBTGYSjsdA0CWZM_LhI78gPi_OjL5Y8M/s400/DSCN0545-copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414121163627851458" /></a>Brock loved finding all the Disney characters in the lights.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTbv0A_9OJb4uRr_xzGvZ4bRvWzGST2P3RtOFun0FfBaLVgGVK5n83UJlsAtVZfYcHSjtwvbn60Oab6bZPFtHT5q68XUUzgQkj35_V109mPuNzd26qdTZbjOsT7ybkILWPIxSlHrq0B9o7/s1600-h/DSCN0542.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTbv0A_9OJb4uRr_xzGvZ4bRvWzGST2P3RtOFun0FfBaLVgGVK5n83UJlsAtVZfYcHSjtwvbn60Oab6bZPFtHT5q68XUUzgQkj35_V109mPuNzd26qdTZbjOsT7ybkILWPIxSlHrq0B9o7/s400/DSCN0542.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414121157925972498" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinxypMpKKHCD824lGbGbRI47uxO6F_bxQ-wXzD4MdCueRf0DKEJb6pg4aL98T5G6tR3FUpEcX81n_oUEqzZgWOjMDhzf-Yz48zPNS9026Kco4f5fvVZ1IY4rP_NQy-oOs1dWyOZPRIwiEP/s1600-h/DSCN0539.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinxypMpKKHCD824lGbGbRI47uxO6F_bxQ-wXzD4MdCueRf0DKEJb6pg4aL98T5G6tR3FUpEcX81n_oUEqzZgWOjMDhzf-Yz48zPNS9026Kco4f5fvVZ1IY4rP_NQy-oOs1dWyOZPRIwiEP/s400/DSCN0539.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414121145535178962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKO6mufBbVf3ufk84zv4h4J_ow5TxpeqEkyCoukMv5J7cigmixhBFmPNWr45nqQWcuACIWTS6Pc7HJY1nvg52KGkyMP6DVWnL-_HdGfmbBahgmo8JfIhPyWe3ERxtbMUWsJPeFB1QrmkKM/s1600-h/DSCN0547.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKO6mufBbVf3ufk84zv4h4J_ow5TxpeqEkyCoukMv5J7cigmixhBFmPNWr45nqQWcuACIWTS6Pc7HJY1nvg52KGkyMP6DVWnL-_HdGfmbBahgmo8JfIhPyWe3ERxtbMUWsJPeFB1QrmkKM/s400/DSCN0547.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414121136648633602" /></a>And this guy, the next door neighbor gets and honorable mention for his display~<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidz2DrSYJyz8uN3DN0BcNBrJh8mf6aqdTpLhqJNOFJVDRhND8_AWm-faYtyJoU_qDF-9_oXwI-xqlBaA7esUtrKTAEB9O0M3lHZzkiuj6UQL6U8iphB3wZzDX6o0K3fr52bPwD-FaaDd3o/s1600-h/DSCN0546.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidz2DrSYJyz8uN3DN0BcNBrJh8mf6aqdTpLhqJNOFJVDRhND8_AWm-faYtyJoU_qDF-9_oXwI-xqlBaA7esUtrKTAEB9O0M3lHZzkiuj6UQL6U8iphB3wZzDX6o0K3fr52bPwD-FaaDd3o/s400/DSCN0546.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414121128607873634" /></a>If you live in Boise you should take the time to check this out! So cool! Just don't forget your hot cocoa!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-13418845903680426312009-11-14T14:06:00.000-08:002009-11-14T14:10:53.168-08:00This is What we DO!<div>As per the request of my mom, here are some pictures of what we have been doing. It's not a lot. i can tell you that much! </div><div>Brock is at an age where he finally enjoys other movies besides cars. It has been really nice to put on something new and have him snuggle down and watch it with us!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi34JxvC9aG354wUnnqRr93FCWIH0wDHP2PESCHDkX-psmsDc0Dck4lH2rLGogLpKyo1G0aiGk92TprCsspgV7t3QKcNx0PjSgVWIHSjGd2xSplK67jVpt5QWp8ivtBuKnFz9GsBhqicfFI/s1600-h/DSCN0417.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi34JxvC9aG354wUnnqRr93FCWIH0wDHP2PESCHDkX-psmsDc0Dck4lH2rLGogLpKyo1G0aiGk92TprCsspgV7t3QKcNx0PjSgVWIHSjGd2xSplK67jVpt5QWp8ivtBuKnFz9GsBhqicfFI/s400/DSCN0417.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404084536375024034" /></a>The other day we took Brock to the Boise train dept. He loved looking at the big train engine, walking on the track and even riding up the big bell tower!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuSTG90W9Dxbjlm1Fjf956qN_x6XmjwkBmNT8uq3R1lJ5Mt3WN5g7FScddL8BN6GOL4CRp9W-YSN4P_rRy1AXN4d8nZOzAinVoHrfJK7nrdurpkOUT0uhYFKGt67Vzx06ToVTQ-YT0kbrB/s1600-h/DSCN0442.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuSTG90W9Dxbjlm1Fjf956qN_x6XmjwkBmNT8uq3R1lJ5Mt3WN5g7FScddL8BN6GOL4CRp9W-YSN4P_rRy1AXN4d8nZOzAinVoHrfJK7nrdurpkOUT0uhYFKGt67Vzx06ToVTQ-YT0kbrB/s400/DSCN0442.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404084528992748274" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDFylGDIbIXHMu1VCMIfnF2ghon6R4nZsMcuW_6FOUAdtyR1j0uCTOR6uNKL3hEIjlH5CuO3pbqMij2eMtnT3sDdHFTW0Otf6u6aB9H2ZT_wGlLvOXMvTnDJP2P09hDkdc-BPyn4A2hDPD/s1600-h/DSCN0451.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDFylGDIbIXHMu1VCMIfnF2ghon6R4nZsMcuW_6FOUAdtyR1j0uCTOR6uNKL3hEIjlH5CuO3pbqMij2eMtnT3sDdHFTW0Otf6u6aB9H2ZT_wGlLvOXMvTnDJP2P09hDkdc-BPyn4A2hDPD/s400/DSCN0451.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404084444799985810" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2OEtr7fjqxnRssVYFBvk8bS7bWSPdD522ZMML8rG50zBzhTAE6UO8VmLyZsRnN3Du6jvl1OvToRrxeISUpAxQsFmcFQe2r8AdUvpuJ6LYONYvDyoMOrambrGvPHbbqQ9v3fS-jNtDu4Q/s1600-h/DSCN0467.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2OEtr7fjqxnRssVYFBvk8bS7bWSPdD522ZMML8rG50zBzhTAE6UO8VmLyZsRnN3Du6jvl1OvToRrxeISUpAxQsFmcFQe2r8AdUvpuJ6LYONYvDyoMOrambrGvPHbbqQ9v3fS-jNtDu4Q/s400/DSCN0467.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404084440743862034" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIDrw5_I7zuZu3R9gLJL2tgLcPJj2Rxd9pvXRt-e1rlT_z9_J-OXpmW65tWqhCHdpp3Kr3Tfa4O1lL1Tn8tbFz-UTFZxBfpCkXCzualru2_iwQQVGjdL94Aj5uRTkc7_2-wmYfUMs9-J0p/s1600-h/DSCN0491.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIDrw5_I7zuZu3R9gLJL2tgLcPJj2Rxd9pvXRt-e1rlT_z9_J-OXpmW65tWqhCHdpp3Kr3Tfa4O1lL1Tn8tbFz-UTFZxBfpCkXCzualru2_iwQQVGjdL94Aj5uRTkc7_2-wmYfUMs9-J0p/s400/DSCN0491.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404084435847721906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn2ojH9kASAWRRWZ2-z5NFpOzMl3cX2D8bjhQr-cGC0Dl3C9UkalDZWTeNsiBR38m5vEDrEPNhTGDtbu9XE9F6cM4v-ccYUsgk_I-xEWyMMXHO_HRVK1VctS17taORQkCGoyB5UG5LP_IW/s1600-h/DSCN0481.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn2ojH9kASAWRRWZ2-z5NFpOzMl3cX2D8bjhQr-cGC0Dl3C9UkalDZWTeNsiBR38m5vEDrEPNhTGDtbu9XE9F6cM4v-ccYUsgk_I-xEWyMMXHO_HRVK1VctS17taORQkCGoyB5UG5LP_IW/s400/DSCN0481.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404084427428379586" /></a>We must have tuckered him out. He passed out on the way home!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2dxDF9sDO3s8LYbxNHDNivZs9bhIPb2tts1tnxuUV8FHo2MEQQtBqkgtPyb4vl2ug3RnNpfaMzQRwidDzudklItr9onfM4uBDXQO34-jaeK9qWizUJ68-zRH0Je0ME8yyjbfJBkAIFZ4M/s1600-h/DSCN0498.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2dxDF9sDO3s8LYbxNHDNivZs9bhIPb2tts1tnxuUV8FHo2MEQQtBqkgtPyb4vl2ug3RnNpfaMzQRwidDzudklItr9onfM4uBDXQO34-jaeK9qWizUJ68-zRH0Je0ME8yyjbfJBkAIFZ4M/s400/DSCN0498.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404084422584334130" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-40037256032094873982009-11-01T18:42:00.000-08:002009-11-01T18:58:55.948-08:00Trick or Treat<div>Brock had a pretty good time trick or treating. We didn't go very far as his little legs got tired. I think I was more bummed about that then anybody else. I was looking forward to a good chocolate stash. Oh well! Here are a few pictures from our night!</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is during the day. We went trick or treating at the out let mall by our house. Brock wouldn't let me put his costume on, so he wore his BSU sweat shirt and went as a super fan.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSVseiTtFWeWbY56FX6Js6QDG7qZTkYdRBS0RljsUht0OXqorIJsYRiq7goZi6A7eMzBoytsoGcgMfsaTaNzJcR715-_e7aeNOOH2NhzHrkU5rARcuVELdR0KChXSffkR5pINkmm4Gz8QO/s1600-h/DSCN0400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSVseiTtFWeWbY56FX6Js6QDG7qZTkYdRBS0RljsUht0OXqorIJsYRiq7goZi6A7eMzBoytsoGcgMfsaTaNzJcR715-_e7aeNOOH2NhzHrkU5rARcuVELdR0KChXSffkR5pINkmm4Gz8QO/s400/DSCN0400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399331617069715490" /></a>Yup, we are lame. Brock is reusing his costume from last year. It hardly fits. But, he doesn't care and neither do we. Next year he might care!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKWgYzf4ZU4p8GAweW9gwHsLACmA5t3DjIxjgWiI3gQYATsqjuJrJV7C_cy5_Kcr0WyLCppOUpRySgbI3aRFoH7GNUiheiARUUEgRpisDTO8Zh7nqvvqd-gBl7o50zOu0zjGz2JWqTuyx/s1600-h/DSCN0411.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKWgYzf4ZU4p8GAweW9gwHsLACmA5t3DjIxjgWiI3gQYATsqjuJrJV7C_cy5_Kcr0WyLCppOUpRySgbI3aRFoH7GNUiheiARUUEgRpisDTO8Zh7nqvvqd-gBl7o50zOu0zjGz2JWqTuyx/s400/DSCN0411.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399331555598355154" /></a>I thought he looked so cute knocking on doors. He was too shy to say trick or treat, but would say thank you as soon as the door closed while running to the next house!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHAVum80xD6SOONzLWZy7BLfEBQ-nLI-ocZkYoWkcc0VOMp4nQaosrZGQuT9jvluwlUOciYFnuu5GQ9iSeqyNqGZPEDK1zR6t1DSKIa_wL5CTwFjeH7ollXChEwcVqXvjfRbrsu6iOBVHr/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHAVum80xD6SOONzLWZy7BLfEBQ-nLI-ocZkYoWkcc0VOMp4nQaosrZGQuT9jvluwlUOciYFnuu5GQ9iSeqyNqGZPEDK1zR6t1DSKIa_wL5CTwFjeH7ollXChEwcVqXvjfRbrsu6iOBVHr/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399331550355342898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ELENnmrwkKukvRrsU2OejrUUqmQuKzoWy2G67aw7wO5r3P1fGDjnozKj-9vgRBHSny7RtnBUYiTHtiBdhx9VglSdlAbpxVXPW9IIL8XA_o2Qj5HjRgNzHFD6WEZmFo9yVW0yB_qLnfPP/s1600-h/DSCN0407.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ELENnmrwkKukvRrsU2OejrUUqmQuKzoWy2G67aw7wO5r3P1fGDjnozKj-9vgRBHSny7RtnBUYiTHtiBdhx9VglSdlAbpxVXPW9IIL8XA_o2Qj5HjRgNzHFD6WEZmFo9yVW0yB_qLnfPP/s400/DSCN0407.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399331547467575026" /></a>Also, our good friends, the Harris family, had a super fun Halloween party. There was a pumpkin carving contest~<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhMq3QgNYx09mmQycYOu88lkTHo_vbAnhR6ACloUOjFQ_UlM7ZdOKAptf2iOOm7gF911LXbV5DPNtSGmkH13KLyBvCPFdWp6Mf2PULR18SMVVPV8cQdyCLWspbzc08PqOge_pMdIyv5bv9/s1600-h/DSCN0389.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhMq3QgNYx09mmQycYOu88lkTHo_vbAnhR6ACloUOjFQ_UlM7ZdOKAptf2iOOm7gF911LXbV5DPNtSGmkH13KLyBvCPFdWp6Mf2PULR18SMVVPV8cQdyCLWspbzc08PqOge_pMdIyv5bv9/s400/DSCN0389.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399331547186177538" /></a>Brock played with his little friend Jake. They play so well together, and I love this picture.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUpLiTw52jEySM1QdO8qZz2iO8mjNdq5dz-HoFY9A4GP-DpEiHZquaE3dwJRtsxQelU5FH9Jx6By9BM4AbnHv_X-3XN27Jfy5NH1FMweLoO-ePJC8SggIXjM1XFMesS8Td0VuBFHKBX2R5/s1600-h/DSCN0396.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUpLiTw52jEySM1QdO8qZz2iO8mjNdq5dz-HoFY9A4GP-DpEiHZquaE3dwJRtsxQelU5FH9Jx6By9BM4AbnHv_X-3XN27Jfy5NH1FMweLoO-ePJC8SggIXjM1XFMesS8Td0VuBFHKBX2R5/s400/DSCN0396.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399331538292707506" /></a>And on a different note, Brock has decided to stop napping. At first I was completely against this. We went for about 2 weeks where I would wake him up early, then ware him out, and finally put him down where he would just play for 2 hours. Sigh. I was NOT ready to give up my 3 hours of peace. However, I think I have figured out a solution that fits us both. I decided to let Brock sleep in on day, just to see. He slept in till 10:30!! It was heaven. Then he was pretty happy all day and went right to bed at 8. About an hour and half earlier then before. SCORE!!!! I thoroughly embrace this new system. I can get so much done in the early morning while he is still sleeping. So I still have my nap time, just 2 hours in the morning and an extra hour at night.<div><br /></div><div>And for those of you wondering, the potty ship tanked and burned. He knows how to go in the potty and all that, but he refuses, kicking and screaming, to wear big boy undies. SO I bought another box of diapers, and when those are done, we'll try again. Sad.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-74147481343360373452009-10-26T15:22:00.001-07:002009-10-26T15:32:29.531-07:00Brock's Adventures<div>Brock is having a wonderful time with Fall. Here is what he has been up to lately~</div><div>Raking and playing in the leaves! We have tons in our new house!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguLibKGXxvsejOXs22vmLFVzcSV7jOkfvytLExa-ejhCeESYm8dNTgRqFogfsbbL7gC5TwQ2HTCe958WDcDLM5cIj1Ne1QkXm-V35wPB_6_AQ-LacVsNqZl3tZJwsT8GtQYQBPHa4Sindz/s1600-h/DSCN0324.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguLibKGXxvsejOXs22vmLFVzcSV7jOkfvytLExa-ejhCeESYm8dNTgRqFogfsbbL7gC5TwQ2HTCe958WDcDLM5cIj1Ne1QkXm-V35wPB_6_AQ-LacVsNqZl3tZJwsT8GtQYQBPHa4Sindz/s400/DSCN0324.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397038190118325362" /></a>Painting pumpkins. I figured it was safer then carving, Much, much more messy though!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqnxzh5rTyaT589scODY3LHl5p0R8yFi6WRK3vq788vurUhVWw6DBH8sWikX5T6_ZllilF6S0PWnET0pcOZwT47BEi3_zpq9nvAL2ApJ60jdlqEmtlW9Bfd1qpJKa536egLSYnY83JlC1v/s1600-h/DSCN0333.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqnxzh5rTyaT589scODY3LHl5p0R8yFi6WRK3vq788vurUhVWw6DBH8sWikX5T6_ZllilF6S0PWnET0pcOZwT47BEi3_zpq9nvAL2ApJ60jdlqEmtlW9Bfd1qpJKa536egLSYnY83JlC1v/s400/DSCN0333.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397038115795398498" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNscp4ohzqYcPpoOtqaWeVjbh2Ao9qiEraXFd-_Si3fIzS1QiN1VLOu6oJno4iEPaSH5_eIOopHrriZ9685DeOZ_m256XMM1-ubNCCuuWSDPW-SBZiJ5t8bIRCKfNFlr-dcEs5JtUTCZVl/s1600-h/DSCN0340.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNscp4ohzqYcPpoOtqaWeVjbh2Ao9qiEraXFd-_Si3fIzS1QiN1VLOu6oJno4iEPaSH5_eIOopHrriZ9685DeOZ_m256XMM1-ubNCCuuWSDPW-SBZiJ5t8bIRCKfNFlr-dcEs5JtUTCZVl/s400/DSCN0340.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397038111851953682" /></a>Making new friends at the zoo.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJAsOk4yxaMSGy24xk6PSceBJmsljAyMa8HoNuZlA_hQrTM3qc0QkjfWNX79oAqeswgVA_OL7f1ZWFlTRg-b9VBVhZd64Ikde0ooTsLInEQdc5m4qYpfkmdgKmTgMzb4Qkn6GnxjHYITP/s1600-h/DSCN0348.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJAsOk4yxaMSGy24xk6PSceBJmsljAyMa8HoNuZlA_hQrTM3qc0QkjfWNX79oAqeswgVA_OL7f1ZWFlTRg-b9VBVhZd64Ikde0ooTsLInEQdc5m4qYpfkmdgKmTgMzb4Qkn6GnxjHYITP/s400/DSCN0348.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397038106956223970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCkNBlzQLCHv-1CbN7u8AyISPjxWKzh_E-_exppHQZcMTczQX3YEn7PM5csVpGVGMY5EhJGupztDZDGAxq0EjgduwMq6hYu-ii2Ss3Q6R0Q9zwX9B64WqQImIKRewFrmSfEaXK8YZmMVxn/s1600-h/DSCN0349.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCkNBlzQLCHv-1CbN7u8AyISPjxWKzh_E-_exppHQZcMTczQX3YEn7PM5csVpGVGMY5EhJGupztDZDGAxq0EjgduwMq6hYu-ii2Ss3Q6R0Q9zwX9B64WqQImIKRewFrmSfEaXK8YZmMVxn/s400/DSCN0349.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397038104487812098" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgRUs9y5jUtGFJdahcNVcjjbu2WLcb3gp_BP3tByUYqhyiIKDrTEbuyQ6zxhf6qFLHQoHNNgC4S65CEAtnU26RRML7EyzUUEG8T8iS6-T_zjOLP5-PISYKjJaH4zN9yBnveZPe6sP_lEF0/s1600-h/DSCN0363.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgRUs9y5jUtGFJdahcNVcjjbu2WLcb3gp_BP3tByUYqhyiIKDrTEbuyQ6zxhf6qFLHQoHNNgC4S65CEAtnU26RRML7EyzUUEG8T8iS6-T_zjOLP5-PISYKjJaH4zN9yBnveZPe6sP_lEF0/s400/DSCN0363.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397038101079823954" /></a>Playing with Daddy,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYkZLfABeZEXbDQPiuYgQ9iedWvOIXe3n8q-c9wT7k4GQnQlhHOguVQHT__YTgZcaVdpPHlYXh_-CY2_dIJ1Hn903l_n36ZQM-SzPdfEXbWUySqZsKyy9yEjZRpRCqBEb34JBnJFkHCpw/s1600-h/DSCN0367.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYkZLfABeZEXbDQPiuYgQ9iedWvOIXe3n8q-c9wT7k4GQnQlhHOguVQHT__YTgZcaVdpPHlYXh_-CY2_dIJ1Hn903l_n36ZQM-SzPdfEXbWUySqZsKyy9yEjZRpRCqBEb34JBnJFkHCpw/s400/DSCN0367.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397037879105008002" /></a>And, hanging with Memaw and Papa. Brock was so excited to have them come visit. I don't think he let Alaina out of his sights for more than 3 seconds! We decided to go feed the ducks. It was so fun, but be careful! The geese literally flocked over. There had to be like 100! It was fun!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp1pKRW-MpgIPU3Zsxu3jf5jXFTmYe-NHxqvxvFJW4f852gdCWq8VySMX4tIdF7rdTltwoHZXLZDZt-7pPCvLzIh6bjDc5xN2SSfNGREpyl_eld0Xlssent_feNEp0y3sxNLgabh1F82Mk/s1600-h/DSCN0370.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp1pKRW-MpgIPU3Zsxu3jf5jXFTmYe-NHxqvxvFJW4f852gdCWq8VySMX4tIdF7rdTltwoHZXLZDZt-7pPCvLzIh6bjDc5xN2SSfNGREpyl_eld0Xlssent_feNEp0y3sxNLgabh1F82Mk/s400/DSCN0370.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397037873907496786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-GPF0xk8KiWx3ugUwhRC7lKVgq32hzNUarpZfg8faK8kUYKMFqgVCpZ8hVnwG3_f1txvHAd7lNGx5fhn2WFyFXBbX8e1A6K38y1uqaXIX7qWwR796I1-OrVjAUbeOx-SdobRkN_MO5aiP/s1600-h/DSCN0372.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-GPF0xk8KiWx3ugUwhRC7lKVgq32hzNUarpZfg8faK8kUYKMFqgVCpZ8hVnwG3_f1txvHAd7lNGx5fhn2WFyFXBbX8e1A6K38y1uqaXIX7qWwR796I1-OrVjAUbeOx-SdobRkN_MO5aiP/s400/DSCN0372.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397037873376642562" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLRXcnLOdJBLBFvWKAA80SqRyzr6d-bDqR0RZW-x6m4fEiHL48y4SBDp_pEW-otTssPSmb4k8NrVdkSbhMM9NQ51vzfnnLqM2zoe5Wx2FTq7kKQcns4tLmFQYMoM-SPMn4EuxLz5MOLk8/s1600-h/DSCN0377.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLRXcnLOdJBLBFvWKAA80SqRyzr6d-bDqR0RZW-x6m4fEiHL48y4SBDp_pEW-otTssPSmb4k8NrVdkSbhMM9NQ51vzfnnLqM2zoe5Wx2FTq7kKQcns4tLmFQYMoM-SPMn4EuxLz5MOLk8/s400/DSCN0377.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397037867527078946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-VqQwQIrjDQgTq2ZQXAMOi_xXBsmxGi9WlZwJ9vgFImgvUdykNodUvVbhYRewE8VKLu79mOJ6TjHhQAyCJCAswTx3ea7_8IivjYyLyTMzsXIYmLqzFKxEH40bSpbB7WM04ul98FmcnRYr/s1600-h/DSCN0378.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-VqQwQIrjDQgTq2ZQXAMOi_xXBsmxGi9WlZwJ9vgFImgvUdykNodUvVbhYRewE8VKLu79mOJ6TjHhQAyCJCAswTx3ea7_8IivjYyLyTMzsXIYmLqzFKxEH40bSpbB7WM04ul98FmcnRYr/s400/DSCN0378.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397037864226983026" /></a>So that is what Brock has been doing lately. Tomorrow we are embarking on the journey of Potty Training. I'm sure it will be an adventure. We bought some undies today and Brock insisted on wearing a pair and then putting a pair on his bear, Beast. He didn't understand that undies go UNDER your clothes, however and was positively heart broken when I made him put his pants on. Anyway, wish us luck!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047743323131766258.post-90775064815755376842009-10-12T19:52:00.000-07:002009-10-12T20:07:37.618-07:00Catch Up!<div>Yes, we are still alive! We have a had a busy month. We moved to Boise 2 weeks ago and are settling in just fine. We are enjoying Boise so far. I like that it is a bigger city, but not too bad, I don't feel completely congested all the time like I did in Seattle. Tim is so far liking his Internal Med rotation, even though he has to be on 36 hour call every three days. But, he had Columbus Day off, so we had some fun. We took Brock to a pumpkin patch/corn maze in Meridian called Linden Farms. It was a ton of fun. Here is a little bit of what we did~</div><div>Brock and Tim went through the straw maze. Brock got lost a few times.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpNSPXm3XHy4CeCY6OMjxo_5afyC4WbjoFus3wLWUaxSjmRexNxLJ689LcmFSobq6FKDj7CtD96CzAZmEkk7dwVYCOEc3Pfu9bB2uQrQJWeoummUAtrotYEZhg9mBifbNANEMH2-Izeibi/s1600-h/DSCN0269.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpNSPXm3XHy4CeCY6OMjxo_5afyC4WbjoFus3wLWUaxSjmRexNxLJ689LcmFSobq6FKDj7CtD96CzAZmEkk7dwVYCOEc3Pfu9bB2uQrQJWeoummUAtrotYEZhg9mBifbNANEMH2-Izeibi/s400/DSCN0269.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391912680680312226" /></a>Rode the hay ride. Brock LOVED this. He is into tractors.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3fRNfLxX0AeMfIzuP5REnG_jjy-5jw53BsXW6PaJBnrXPZQyqvkaU4rOEXzYqc8se9hiihj0sV0QpAuQDUrwtKmXnlZajSrv5OzSDl49bpLDhWPgIk8pNsVOi3ZPs9iYPg7LLzgtUnpWD/s1600-h/DSCN0275.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3fRNfLxX0AeMfIzuP5REnG_jjy-5jw53BsXW6PaJBnrXPZQyqvkaU4rOEXzYqc8se9hiihj0sV0QpAuQDUrwtKmXnlZajSrv5OzSDl49bpLDhWPgIk8pNsVOi3ZPs9iYPg7LLzgtUnpWD/s400/DSCN0275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391912669275255394" /></a>We found a great little pumpkin. I asked Brock if he liked and and he just grabbed it and gave it a big kiss! So I guess he liked it! It was funny.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68T3wAVEtzvt1rIc-zTPI5u6FSJbVU1WBSq1rj5Qh6ao7th8-fJFv8Wo1jsvxnNgW1eHusdqDnmkpcoEjWDmoUrC4HqV46gCNP_mY64Prxv2pTIQ46UGJFq13U9WXrLRP3swcVpRfREI7/s1600-h/DSCN0283.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68T3wAVEtzvt1rIc-zTPI5u6FSJbVU1WBSq1rj5Qh6ao7th8-fJFv8Wo1jsvxnNgW1eHusdqDnmkpcoEjWDmoUrC4HqV46gCNP_mY64Prxv2pTIQ46UGJFq13U9WXrLRP3swcVpRfREI7/s400/DSCN0283.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391912660067841074" /></a>Just sitting in a pumpkin patch.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzriBxBPG6jD5rKE83GsFtASA4cjbiNHV5RYc7fjl5_u6fjCI6dTdyJH9aDFOW-suJgLphM5CCRilS5ua-AKEDqutvdDuhUqEuQm9_9nqc09YS7DLNZnrofw6DRlpQkcQo191AtqkNzt-r/s1600-h/DSCN0289.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzriBxBPG6jD5rKE83GsFtASA4cjbiNHV5RYc7fjl5_u6fjCI6dTdyJH9aDFOW-suJgLphM5CCRilS5ua-AKEDqutvdDuhUqEuQm9_9nqc09YS7DLNZnrofw6DRlpQkcQo191AtqkNzt-r/s400/DSCN0289.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391912651984899826" /></a>Giving the pumpkin a little bit of love!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaSof3D9TGFNSRQW6mwBD8ymGdXJFC4ySdaKjoObcaZ-sbmdn_oPAqOL2qAMG3aN8itoIUW6VSCJxPUZAMs4d75_vUiTBWpKApFK4Taey3d7uYm2qtJoq_rUd68Bkh29TRDftT7QZoWKh2/s1600-h/DSCN0294.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaSof3D9TGFNSRQW6mwBD8ymGdXJFC4ySdaKjoObcaZ-sbmdn_oPAqOL2qAMG3aN8itoIUW6VSCJxPUZAMs4d75_vUiTBWpKApFK4Taey3d7uYm2qtJoq_rUd68Bkh29TRDftT7QZoWKh2/s400/DSCN0294.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391912647062965090" /></a>Brock found a pumpkin just his size. He was so proud of it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gU0NMY2GzzEKwd2JBIgcRKc8PjlPxZ6SAUOs1FnPCPidko-ddoN31WJrZ-hlDj5aiaEa6Wuflqd3vBfvvvmXlC5gdPf8U7-_UH5MTlgBZMrpk9lGW7rGFPoSJYj-3-utt7voJgNvKZV8/s1600-h/DSCN0297.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gU0NMY2GzzEKwd2JBIgcRKc8PjlPxZ6SAUOs1FnPCPidko-ddoN31WJrZ-hlDj5aiaEa6Wuflqd3vBfvvvmXlC5gdPf8U7-_UH5MTlgBZMrpk9lGW7rGFPoSJYj-3-utt7voJgNvKZV8/s400/DSCN0297.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391912465414066770" /></a>Sitting on his pumpkin and guarding the other ones we picked.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggSEXtCXc0hZHcW_s84gqz-o71_lcwNbSQeKM9f5dbTqo4Qd1VIsfdaCQUYnwQU_0quHxFMu1op4txB6oDaa4HW45zF2zV25gMlMBfRZAbzKPDLbcVKM4nnds14PrZm5fwuqxClLZJnpNS/s1600-h/DSCN0300.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggSEXtCXc0hZHcW_s84gqz-o71_lcwNbSQeKM9f5dbTqo4Qd1VIsfdaCQUYnwQU_0quHxFMu1op4txB6oDaa4HW45zF2zV25gMlMBfRZAbzKPDLbcVKM4nnds14PrZm5fwuqxClLZJnpNS/s400/DSCN0300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391912453383857250" /></a>We got a Daddy, a Mommy, and a Baby.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9edCzvcryCdaCjNumk2AeztE-MF6-Rg6EHQPS995JpISqOl9bzPtgCwM_ZGFfJx85MD4tGUuaTbjPSMK8KeRbk3iECPTmfVh8vmFV5K1Oc8SR48xEl0ZRIQkFj5peXqywzrSD1s26d8F2/s1600-h/DSCN0302.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9edCzvcryCdaCjNumk2AeztE-MF6-Rg6EHQPS995JpISqOl9bzPtgCwM_ZGFfJx85MD4tGUuaTbjPSMK8KeRbk3iECPTmfVh8vmFV5K1Oc8SR48xEl0ZRIQkFj5peXqywzrSD1s26d8F2/s400/DSCN0302.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391912446552813522" /></a>They had a little train ride there that Brock rode on. He was in heaven. He LOVED it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEl-QrsyySxoOkmHGmORjyrFGE9MClJ8SGxwIAMPEp7W4-KHrUOoQ9hL1pGL4RZU7ZTGIZnghV3HIm4FSZjjzQw_M3TACrYoSe5iMEl4HlAufMSUr7NPCx7RWYb1y_6or9zeBmWiM5o2uX/s1600-h/DSCN0309.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEl-QrsyySxoOkmHGmORjyrFGE9MClJ8SGxwIAMPEp7W4-KHrUOoQ9hL1pGL4RZU7ZTGIZnghV3HIm4FSZjjzQw_M3TACrYoSe5iMEl4HlAufMSUr7NPCx7RWYb1y_6or9zeBmWiM5o2uX/s400/DSCN0309.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391912440681907730" /></a>And here is what the maze looked like. We sure love our BSU here. We didn't make it into the maze, but we want to go back because Brock had so much fun!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiATc7ltWh2gijQmOvuaIRNzVrmBIFPsZadZBGW6ANjv6SXDEru28Oo_l8D47vqWPVRtpJzcXIfw3rX2BrowcaiVIV0Yh4P8xafERw_MIKdu7xY0YlDhFU_x4MqqYcZOg-2uPuJ5ZFFUnHc/s1600-h/DSCN0304.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiATc7ltWh2gijQmOvuaIRNzVrmBIFPsZadZBGW6ANjv6SXDEru28Oo_l8D47vqWPVRtpJzcXIfw3rX2BrowcaiVIV0Yh4P8xafERw_MIKdu7xY0YlDhFU_x4MqqYcZOg-2uPuJ5ZFFUnHc/s400/DSCN0304.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391912430578989682" /></a>All you Boise Peeps should definitely check this place out. It is great and pretty cheap. For 3 pumpkins, dinner and the train ride it only cost $15. It was a great way to spend the afternoon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7