tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52358648398262563112024-03-12T20:35:45.718-05:00The Veihl FamilyGive Thanks with a Grateful HeartKarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.comBlogger668125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-32085676084041724972012-04-13T21:07:00.008-05:002012-04-13T21:21:08.177-05:00Our Latest Project<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-19elp_wMvuo/T4jelHhtpFI/AAAAAAAAEzM/22P7EjrVc5w/s1600/IMG_8503.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-19elp_wMvuo/T4jelHhtpFI/AAAAAAAAEzM/22P7EjrVc5w/s400/IMG_8503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731075255085933650" /></a><br />Ahhh it's springtime. The flowers are blooming, the husband is employed again, and everything seems right with the world. I mean other than the presidential race, but who's keeping track.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6rqU31BY2A/T4jeCbwNuWI/AAAAAAAAEzA/1age5k8aIyQ/s1600/IMG_8492.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6rqU31BY2A/T4jeCbwNuWI/AAAAAAAAEzA/1age5k8aIyQ/s400/IMG_8492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731074659220044130" /></a><br />So we are going to put in an egress window! I think the boys will be going downstairs. My dad is going to do the actual cutting of the cement blocks and framing out the bedroom walls. But Casey digs a mean hole, so he goes at it with vigor. Lookin' good, Honey!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-so55-BN1138/T4jdqtNP_MI/AAAAAAAAEy0/2U1Ry6PA0sA/s1600/IMG_8510.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-so55-BN1138/T4jdqtNP_MI/AAAAAAAAEy0/2U1Ry6PA0sA/s400/IMG_8510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731074251588369602" /></a><br />We're almost there! Casey is a machine when it comes to getting something done. Where does he get all that energy?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BQJVsB8hp4/T4jdJ8bCABI/AAAAAAAAEyo/9F0Eyj9n0Bc/s1600/IMG_8505.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BQJVsB8hp4/T4jdJ8bCABI/AAAAAAAAEyo/9F0Eyj9n0Bc/s400/IMG_8505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731073688737021970" /></a><br />Since there was hardly any snow this past winter, we have resorted to making forts out of clay. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWvqP-ion3g/T4jcm-vVayI/AAAAAAAAEyc/ko4w3_jSxa8/s1600/IMG_8511.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWvqP-ion3g/T4jcm-vVayI/AAAAAAAAEyc/ko4w3_jSxa8/s400/IMG_8511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731073088063630114" /></a><br />These are some of the flowers that made it to my yard after raiding Jenny M.'s garden. Thanks, Jenny!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdEjicb3ufA/T4jcUkMIbwI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/dW89LiBYL5w/s1600/IMG_8513.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdEjicb3ufA/T4jcUkMIbwI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/dW89LiBYL5w/s400/IMG_8513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731072771699011330" /></a><br />20 months old already! She loves to put on her "chews" and go outside.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-58991695643117497942012-02-09T22:12:00.007-05:002012-02-09T22:31:49.500-05:00February<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cc3wxS1WPRM/TzSOo-aU3gI/AAAAAAAAEyE/S9QVQFdVQbk/s1600/IMG_8260.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cc3wxS1WPRM/TzSOo-aU3gI/AAAAAAAAEyE/S9QVQFdVQbk/s400/IMG_8260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707343462384590338" /></a><br />Thumbsuckers. Abby (5) just quit sucking her thumb, so that only leaves 3 that still do. Thomas, we need to do something about that.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MxuTC2L1e0M/TzSOMWnNlXI/AAAAAAAAEx4/zhp-89_6hJ0/s1600/IMG_8272.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MxuTC2L1e0M/TzSOMWnNlXI/AAAAAAAAEx4/zhp-89_6hJ0/s400/IMG_8272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707342970664883570" /></a><br />My friend Becky made all the kids hats! So cute.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xwaZHwijEXU/TzSNgyJVNQI/AAAAAAAAExs/ufIzmvkuS80/s1600/IMG_8279.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xwaZHwijEXU/TzSNgyJVNQI/AAAAAAAAExs/ufIzmvkuS80/s400/IMG_8279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707342222141502722" /></a><br />Let's just say we are all thankful that the science fair is finally over. I told Jenny if I would've worked this hard on my own school work I would've went to Harvard. Good grief. If you have any questions about calcium propionate do not hesitate to call. Her little project did fetch a blue ribbon, so I guess the tears were all it worth it. Aunt Laurie and her computer skills made it look especially nice.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XlS3VKVswuU/TzSNEnc-34I/AAAAAAAAExg/3DFrhJfz0XY/s1600/IMG_8289.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XlS3VKVswuU/TzSNEnc-34I/AAAAAAAAExg/3DFrhJfz0XY/s400/IMG_8289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707341738234797954" /></a><br />We are losing teeth left and right this week! Adam has lost his 2 front teeth, and Thomas lost his very first tooth a couple nights ago. Adam is very proud of his gap and loves to show it off to me. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B10BxJyQytc/TzSLlvuprBI/AAAAAAAAExU/CdmEN8yZLd0/s1600/IMG_8291.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B10BxJyQytc/TzSLlvuprBI/AAAAAAAAExU/CdmEN8yZLd0/s400/IMG_8291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707340108368817170" /></a><br />I spent the afternoon with my sweetie today. Rachel turned 10 today, I can't believe it. 10 years ago at this moment I was staring into an incubator at my 4lb 4 oz preemie and falling in love with her. There was never a medical reason as to why she wanted to show up 8 weeks early, but I guess life is always full of surprises. Now she is an amazing, tender-hearted, soft-spoken 4th grader. Happy Birthday, Rachel. We love you very much.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-10398152295042489592012-01-07T22:14:00.005-05:002012-01-07T22:27:03.554-05:00It's been a long time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qxnOM4j3WNo/TwkMxXWiYXI/AAAAAAAAExI/du-kZEHQfZ0/s1600/IMG_7989.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qxnOM4j3WNo/TwkMxXWiYXI/AAAAAAAAExI/du-kZEHQfZ0/s400/IMG_7989.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695097246008369522" /></a><br />I can't believe my baby is 17 months old. She really is a funny little thing. In this picture she is riding the Little People horse. Good luck with that.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d49iBChLB6s/TwkLSfqKrpI/AAAAAAAAEw8/7-q37olY0jA/s1600/IMG_8068.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d49iBChLB6s/TwkLSfqKrpI/AAAAAAAAEw8/7-q37olY0jA/s400/IMG_8068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695095616150613650" /></a><br />On December 4th Casey and I celebrated 12 years of wedded bliss. We even spent the night away from the children! OK, we were only 4 miles away, but still! We had a riot. We ran into some of my dental patients (a fun married couple our age) and she said, "You have a hotel room and your shopping at Target?!?!??!" Hey, we have to Christmas shop when we can, people. We also traveled to the far off town of Bay City to meander around the antique mall. This is usually where we end up for our anniversary. We kept trying to avoid the people that smelled like Chinese food in there, they kept stopping to look at all the same stuff we were. They were totally killing the atmosphere. I want to smell must when I'm looking at antiques, thank you very much. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3e-eG-uG6BA/TwkKhch1V7I/AAAAAAAAEww/wqavRVZArjY/s1600/IMG_8075.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3e-eG-uG6BA/TwkKhch1V7I/AAAAAAAAEww/wqavRVZArjY/s400/IMG_8075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695094773496764338" /></a><br />Man, they are so cute. Grandpa T. was talking to Abby one day about the fact that next year she'll be in kindergarten. "What do you think about that?" he asked Abby. "Mom doesn't want to talk about it." she replied. He thought that was hilarious.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-65384600920171811082011-09-28T21:13:00.010-05:002011-09-28T21:29:55.787-05:00River of TimeThis is probably my favorite event in our area. It's held once a year, and it's FREE! OK, they do have henchmen standing at a "Donations" bucket, so it's not really free... but still! It's the cheapest entertainment we'll have all year. Everyone at the event is so nice, it's very family friendly. And I get to hear people playing dulcimers. Awesome.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qFLGxN26rvU/ToPXFWe_G8I/AAAAAAAAEwc/EFA1N_8LXj0/s1600/IMG_7803.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qFLGxN26rvU/ToPXFWe_G8I/AAAAAAAAEwc/EFA1N_8LXj0/s400/IMG_7803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657602043842337730" /></a><br />Casey goes for the root beer, I go for the kettle corn. We polished off 2 bags of this stuff. SO good.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iZ56Hw1u08M/ToPWmSVAQDI/AAAAAAAAEwU/QU0MMTBlArI/s1600/IMG_7806.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iZ56Hw1u08M/ToPWmSVAQDI/AAAAAAAAEwU/QU0MMTBlArI/s400/IMG_7806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657601510150783026" /></a><br />Rachel was happy to pet the goats. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-khjZKv8J08o/ToPWSaPof3I/AAAAAAAAEwM/ICGhuXf_Tqg/s1600/IMG_7810.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-khjZKv8J08o/ToPWSaPof3I/AAAAAAAAEwM/ICGhuXf_Tqg/s400/IMG_7810.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657601168678354802" /></a><br />We felt the elk and bear furs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zjIe9MjwtFU/ToPV6UVlgqI/AAAAAAAAEwE/_pmHjm2rKX0/s1600/IMG_7815.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zjIe9MjwtFU/ToPV6UVlgqI/AAAAAAAAEwE/_pmHjm2rKX0/s400/IMG_7815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657600754775851682" /></a><br />Candy... marbles... it was hard to get Adam to move on.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQgN0JC2KZY/ToPVi509rkI/AAAAAAAAEv8/xTJdpfTrKZY/s1600/IMG_7816.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQgN0JC2KZY/ToPVi509rkI/AAAAAAAAEv8/xTJdpfTrKZY/s400/IMG_7816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657600352522710594" /></a><br />Adam looked at the roasting meat and said, "There's grass all over it!" The man explained that it was thyme. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RvMsx3Jtv4A/ToPVNsubYpI/AAAAAAAAEv0/w8nc56pDM4g/s1600/IMG_7818.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RvMsx3Jtv4A/ToPVNsubYpI/AAAAAAAAEv0/w8nc56pDM4g/s400/IMG_7818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657599988228383378" /></a><br />Panning for gold- Adam's favorite part, of course.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QSkhBHXtG1I/ToPU2_fQooI/AAAAAAAAEvs/OlcFW7EcTt0/s1600/IMG_7820.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QSkhBHXtG1I/ToPU2_fQooI/AAAAAAAAEvs/OlcFW7EcTt0/s400/IMG_7820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657599598128046722" /></a><br />Rachel and Anna picking out scraps for their rag dolls<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P9LzCCGFmOc/ToPUiCJgV7I/AAAAAAAAEvk/NBbhLMIIUVI/s1600/IMG_7823.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P9LzCCGFmOc/ToPUiCJgV7I/AAAAAAAAEvk/NBbhLMIIUVI/s400/IMG_7823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657599238064854962" /></a><br />Here's Bethany and her new friend Lilly. So sweet!Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-66057244185416800592011-08-25T21:03:00.006-05:002011-08-25T21:18:59.027-05:00August<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lW4briXPOIM/TlcBNqm--HI/AAAAAAAAEvc/pkEvu4k0_Dg/s1600/IMG_7612.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lW4briXPOIM/TlcBNqm--HI/AAAAAAAAEvc/pkEvu4k0_Dg/s400/IMG_7612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644981992219932786" /></a>
<br />Anna and Bethany had a combined birthday party. We had a great time with all the grandmas and grandpas, Laurie, Dean, Addison, and Liam. The weather was perfect and we played in the backyard all afternoon. It was great! I'm kinda sad that my mom had me in February. I'm considering celebrating my birth in the summer instead.
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<br />Here is Bethany in one of her birthday outfits. Thank you, Grandma Maude!!
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<br />I started some zinnias from seed the beginning of April. I am so glad I did, they have been very prolific. The girls like to make little bouquets out of them. :)
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<br />I planted 3 glad bulbs- this is the only one that came up. I love the peachy color!
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<br />There's a weird virus floating around here. Bethany had it first- fever for days, finally that broke and she was left with some red spots that didn't last long. As this week has progressed the kids have been hit one by one... Buddy was the last one to get it I think. He has an eye appointment in the morning, so I'm hoping for a miraculous recovery by tomorrow. Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-41065526988582866862011-08-07T21:17:00.004-05:002011-08-07T21:31:06.708-05:00Anna is 3!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3QgS2Vvot8/Tj9IOpvp1GI/AAAAAAAAEu0/AHmyvQKeCy4/s1600/IMG_3308.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3QgS2Vvot8/Tj9IOpvp1GI/AAAAAAAAEu0/AHmyvQKeCy4/s400/IMG_3308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638304675052246114" /></a><br />Anna had some crazy hair when she was a baby. I loved it!<br /><br />Anna is our crazy one. She is pretty happy-go-lucky most of the time. She loves people, loves to sit on your lap and read, loves to sing. Here she is singing to Bethany during dinnertime...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rNMAK42JC7E/Tj9IAxMNULI/AAAAAAAAEus/Wpzjd_c6UMc/s1600/IMG_7410.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rNMAK42JC7E/Tj9IAxMNULI/AAAAAAAAEus/Wpzjd_c6UMc/s400/IMG_7410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638304436532891826" /></a><br />Other things Anna loves-<br />* baked beans and refried beans<br />* mashed potatoes<br />* her baby sister<br />* sucking her 2 fingers while holding her pink blankie<br />* changing her clothes numerous times a day<br />* making a mess with her toys and books<br />* caring for her dolls throughout the day. It is precious. :)<br /><br />Dislikes-<br />* picking up afore mentioned messes. She will end up crying she protests so much.<br />* most vegetables<br />* Tommy bothering her. He is good at that.<br />* having dirty feet<br />* shopping too long. She begs to go, and about half way through she wants to go home.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3txJAhoPB18/Tj9HnG-_V-I/AAAAAAAAEuk/0uX13_faiEw/s1600/IMG_7573.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3txJAhoPB18/Tj9HnG-_V-I/AAAAAAAAEuk/0uX13_faiEw/s400/IMG_7573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638303995706431458" /></a><br />She thinks she should start school since she got a "lunch box" for her birthday. She loves to carry little items around all day and it's the perfect size. We are having Anna and Bethany's birthday party this Saturday, she is very excited about the grandmas and grandpas coming!Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-37790539794962252752011-08-05T21:56:00.004-05:002011-08-05T22:08:57.142-05:00Happy First Birthday Little B.!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hR9xO15FEHU/TjyuIJqRzSI/AAAAAAAAEuY/X386--nc9G8/s1600/IMG_6134.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hR9xO15FEHU/TjyuIJqRzSI/AAAAAAAAEuY/X386--nc9G8/s400/IMG_6134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637572288616451362" /></a><br />Thomas and Bethany (about 1 week old)<br /><br />My baby is one. Where did that year go? I am terrible at journaling or blogging anything of factual importance, so I thought I'd better jot this stuff down while I'm thinking of it...<br /><br />Bethany likes...<br />* me :)<br />* Ok, she likes the whole family, but she always holds her arms out for Rachel<br />* bananas and carrots and oatmeal<br />* to have nibbles of my cookie. She is so spoiled!<br />* Daddy's picky chin- she laughs and laughs!<br />* to point at the flowers. This makes me very happy.<br />* to ride in the stroller around the block<br />* to play in the neighbor's pool with daddy holding her<br /> <br />Bethany dislikes...<br />* Cocoa wheat. I love that stuff. I have to make her oatmeal instead.<br />* refried beans. I'm still wondering if she's really my child.<br />* to be mauled by Thomas. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ctnw6DJxi_w/Tjyt6oily-I/AAAAAAAAEuQ/KvnXOCudeY8/s1600/IMG_7512.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ctnw6DJxi_w/Tjyt6oily-I/AAAAAAAAEuQ/KvnXOCudeY8/s400/IMG_7512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637572056387537890" /></a><br />Happy Birthday Bethany. We love you very much!Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-36334062458649165512011-08-03T22:04:00.006-05:002011-08-03T22:16:26.172-05:00Summer afternoon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-32R2dECpXw4/TjoOUN4ylLI/AAAAAAAAEuI/t-csXloK-dY/s1600/IMG_7545.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-32R2dECpXw4/TjoOUN4ylLI/AAAAAAAAEuI/t-csXloK-dY/s400/IMG_7545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636833624095626418" /></a><br />Two more days until she turns ONE! Now she wants to push the wagon around the yard instead of riding in it. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zahVJul9qBk/TjoNVOlsvwI/AAAAAAAAEuA/YcYCIcBoW7s/s1600/IMG_7547.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zahVJul9qBk/TjoNVOlsvwI/AAAAAAAAEuA/YcYCIcBoW7s/s400/IMG_7547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636832541952229122" /></a><br />Rachel and Adam spent a week up north with Grandma and Grandpa V. recently, and Abby is so happy to have them back. Her and Adam get along splendidly. He is the brains behind the operation, and she gladly goes along with most things he comes up with. They removed the sand down to the dirt this afternoon and found ant tunnels with hundreds of eggs... fascinating.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9-tYiY23zw/TjoM7FIb2TI/AAAAAAAAEt4/D8h1XZ7aGWg/s1600/IMG_7548.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9-tYiY23zw/TjoM7FIb2TI/AAAAAAAAEt4/D8h1XZ7aGWg/s400/IMG_7548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636832092736969010" /></a><br />T. still has an aversion to the camera. Only if he's holding Bethany will he behave for a picture.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GtkAfV47fH8/TjoMkdcd0UI/AAAAAAAAEtw/KrOX0VpiJ6Q/s1600/IMG_7553.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GtkAfV47fH8/TjoMkdcd0UI/AAAAAAAAEtw/KrOX0VpiJ6Q/s400/IMG_7553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636831704126443842" /></a><br />Bethany has no idea how popular she is. They fight over who is going to push her.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-77674964488742362292011-07-27T21:41:00.005-05:002011-07-27T21:56:09.628-05:00Happy Wednesday!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EuuE35MXiBQ/TjDOXd0PHUI/AAAAAAAAEtY/FXoEzIhHeO8/s1600/IMG_7528.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EuuE35MXiBQ/TjDOXd0PHUI/AAAAAAAAEtY/FXoEzIhHeO8/s400/IMG_7528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634230036376526146" /></a><br />My sweet little Anna. She'll be 3 in a couple weeks! I made this jumper for her. She loved it when she saw it this morning. Too bad she can't stand still long enough to get an unblurry picture of it. She is still my snuggly kid, wanting to be carried and read to. She still naps for about 2 1/2 hrs each afternoon. I would like to keep her this size for a few more years.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZmYnoJCwZc/TjDNdt74uVI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/oYWI989gG6Y/s1600/IMG_7530.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZmYnoJCwZc/TjDNdt74uVI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/oYWI989gG6Y/s400/IMG_7530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634229044271167826" /></a><br />Thomas. He's the athletic one. His six year old body is like a finely tuned piece of grissle. Grizzle? No, that can't be right. Well, he's got some muscles, anyway. And someday, when he stops sucking his thumb, the girls will be calling. Adam will still be overturning rocks in the backyard looking for ant tunnels, but Tommy will be going on dates. I don't want to think about it. Forget I mentioned it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vics6WBK4k/TjDMjE9ikzI/AAAAAAAAEtI/OuB0hibJpBg/s1600/IMG_7531.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vics6WBK4k/TjDMjE9ikzI/AAAAAAAAEtI/OuB0hibJpBg/s400/IMG_7531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634228036839838514" /></a><br />Abby is 4 1/2. Sometimes Abby has a poor attitude. And sometimes I like to take pictures of Abby when she is sporting her grumpy face. And yes, I've been told a gazillion times that girls only get harder as they enter their teen years. But for now I'll enjoy this stage because it doesn't last long. Usually a few minutes go by and she is back to herself, pretending she's a bird and making a nest so she can hatch her eggs.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-33659056073531062962011-07-14T21:30:00.004-05:002011-07-14T21:39:43.989-05:00What did we do before B.B.?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uyI2J1HFUpU/Th-n4HWyUrI/AAAAAAAAEsw/TInkHkC1x9A/s1600/IMG_7485.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uyI2J1HFUpU/Th-n4HWyUrI/AAAAAAAAEsw/TInkHkC1x9A/s400/IMG_7485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629402641725543090" /></a><br />Bethany loves to show off her 4 teeth... and some other things that should be covered with a onesie. I'm still sticking with "she's just big-boned..." <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4UL3jv_9gz4/Th-ncn3mczI/AAAAAAAAEso/88RiuQ36IGc/s1600/IMG_7483.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4UL3jv_9gz4/Th-ncn3mczI/AAAAAAAAEso/88RiuQ36IGc/s400/IMG_7483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629402169416774450" /></a><br />Bethany discovered the hole yesterday. And she wasn't coming out until she had that baseball.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BzTFfh4BYnY/Th-munhhOJI/AAAAAAAAEsg/O8DKEK4ynVw/s1600/IMG_7490.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BzTFfh4BYnY/Th-munhhOJI/AAAAAAAAEsg/O8DKEK4ynVw/s400/IMG_7490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629401379050174610" /></a><br />Big Brother sometimes forgets that Bethany is only 11 months old and shouldn't be swinging alone. But she was doing her funny high pitched "singing", so I knew she was having a good time. I did stay right there... just incase he saw a bug and ran off.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-65272971226918578162011-05-28T22:07:00.009-05:002011-05-28T22:26:31.954-05:00May Pics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W7qD7vp0BC0/TeG8cJmrISI/AAAAAAAAEsU/jGsqnVKm9ME/s1600/IMG_7137.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W7qD7vp0BC0/TeG8cJmrISI/AAAAAAAAEsU/jGsqnVKm9ME/s400/IMG_7137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611973802480836898" /></a><br />Adam had a birthday! I can't believe he's 8 years old. Grandma made him a special blanket that has bugs on the flannel- pretty cool!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GslWB7Kg9jU/TeG76CTXBcI/AAAAAAAAEsM/mWw6l8lul2k/s1600/IMG_7152.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GslWB7Kg9jU/TeG76CTXBcI/AAAAAAAAEsM/mWw6l8lul2k/s400/IMG_7152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611973216405226946" /></a><br />My big girl dreams of being an artist. Her drawing was on display at the Anderson Enrichment Center. I am so proud of her!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uOvXTcWnyQg/TeG7IyEJUmI/AAAAAAAAEsE/D4ENU8ovDlE/s1600/IMG_7140.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uOvXTcWnyQg/TeG7IyEJUmI/AAAAAAAAEsE/D4ENU8ovDlE/s400/IMG_7140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611972370232857186" /></a><br />The old lady that lives behind us rescued this jeep from the curb. Clever uncle Dean fashioned a battery for it, and now it provides hours of fun! This is the only photo you will see of Thomas all year. He literally runs from the camera, but there was no way he was giving up his spot in the jeep!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BIgrSvIAoZQ/TeG6d5o4-NI/AAAAAAAAEr8/mvhArSxxPXU/s1600/IMG_7155.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BIgrSvIAoZQ/TeG6d5o4-NI/AAAAAAAAEr8/mvhArSxxPXU/s400/IMG_7155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611971633531648210" /></a><br />I usually don't take pictures between 7:30am and 8:10am because it's the most chaotic time of day, but look at these two!!!! My heart was melting!! I love that my boys have such a sweet spot for the baby. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--UjrggnN3lw/TeG6EuNpYeI/AAAAAAAAEr0/ESA0iSBfcQ8/s1600/IMG_7157.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--UjrggnN3lw/TeG6EuNpYeI/AAAAAAAAEr0/ESA0iSBfcQ8/s400/IMG_7157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611971200967860706" /></a><br />I love my tulips! They are all done now, but with the cool weather they did last a long time. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-47lsA4kV4oQ/TeG5QnBjjhI/AAAAAAAAErs/_NxIJR8uuBI/s1600/IMG_7193.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-47lsA4kV4oQ/TeG5QnBjjhI/AAAAAAAAErs/_NxIJR8uuBI/s400/IMG_7193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611970305684901394" /></a><br />We are back to living on the porch. It's Bethany's favorite place to hang out. I can't wait til she stops putting every little stone/bug/fuzz ball in her mouth, it's exhausting always being on high alert.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_u90UcQ2xys/TeG4psPjynI/AAAAAAAAErk/hIyuj791J0w/s1600/IMG_7214.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_u90UcQ2xys/TeG4psPjynI/AAAAAAAAErk/hIyuj791J0w/s400/IMG_7214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611969637070916210" /></a><br />I loooooove my new sewing machine!!! I just made some little shorts for Abby. Or Anna. They pretty much wear the same size so it doesn't matter.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-82837460937547555322011-04-28T21:37:00.008-05:002011-04-28T21:58:40.241-05:00I Love Spring!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-hiydgqCdY/TbomouzvLSI/AAAAAAAAErc/k3xkV5_uNRI/s1600/IMG_7073.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-hiydgqCdY/TbomouzvLSI/AAAAAAAAErc/k3xkV5_uNRI/s400/IMG_7073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600831567790288162" /></a><br />We spent Easter at my parents. As usual Casey had to work, so I took the kids and spend Sat/Sun there. It was chilly and windy, but the kids didn't seem to mind. They have discovered how much fun "the tube" down the road is. I can't believe nobody fell in the water.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BHk9KZyhNHM/TbomUCjxckI/AAAAAAAAErU/eUR8oSAS2eA/s1600/IMG_7066.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BHk9KZyhNHM/TbomUCjxckI/AAAAAAAAErU/eUR8oSAS2eA/s400/IMG_7066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600831212314784322" /></a><br />I think we need to start saving for lessons!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBpo3qZGFQQ/Tbol4XwyfPI/AAAAAAAAErM/grQoDciOsXU/s1600/IMG_7088.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBpo3qZGFQQ/Tbol4XwyfPI/AAAAAAAAErM/grQoDciOsXU/s400/IMG_7088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600830736970185970" /></a><br />I never pictured myself the Hellebore kind of girl, but Amanda gave me this plant a couple years ago, and I'm totally in love with it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6aBFC5NmJAQ/TbolnN8c9YI/AAAAAAAAErE/Gy0fBAGiPPs/s1600/IMG_7084.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6aBFC5NmJAQ/TbolnN8c9YI/AAAAAAAAErE/Gy0fBAGiPPs/s400/IMG_7084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600830442276976002" /></a><br />I love white and I love yellow. And all together on one flower??? It's a winner in my book.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fSYTgR3FklI/TbolDEksboI/AAAAAAAAEq8/X8Cb_fsDmSo/s1600/IMG_7097.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fSYTgR3FklI/TbolDEksboI/AAAAAAAAEq8/X8Cb_fsDmSo/s400/IMG_7097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600829821286116994" /></a><br />The sandbox! Anna has been wearing her crown from MOPS for 3 days now. That must be some high quality cardboard.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLJ42If2qOo/Tboksg5B9BI/AAAAAAAAEq0/U0yUPtCSvwM/s1600/IMG_7101.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLJ42If2qOo/Tboksg5B9BI/AAAAAAAAEq0/U0yUPtCSvwM/s400/IMG_7101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600829433750615058" /></a><br />The motorcycle. Sell it/ fix it... Casey can't decide. But look at how cute Rachel is on there! Yeah, we should sell it.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-17868742108045764802011-04-10T21:17:00.007-05:002011-04-10T21:34:57.216-05:00March and April pics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1nkviAkXyM/TaJniWuQziI/AAAAAAAAEqs/pwmOTR1Gefo/s1600/IMG_6938.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1nkviAkXyM/TaJniWuQziI/AAAAAAAAEqs/pwmOTR1Gefo/s400/IMG_6938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594147527060409890" /></a><br />Thomas turned 6 on March 9. He is doing good in kindergarten. He has lovely penmanship, it's so cute to see his own style coming out. :) <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uQVNJrY3gkk/TaJnBQbrhrI/AAAAAAAAEqk/hLXPWFWw8TQ/s1600/IMG_6956.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uQVNJrY3gkk/TaJnBQbrhrI/AAAAAAAAEqk/hLXPWFWw8TQ/s400/IMG_6956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594146958436173490" /></a><br />A long-lost MOPS friend sent me her extra Pampered chef pie plate. I mean, that doesn't happen every day! I put it to good use. I still have blueberries in the freezer. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pJI6SfiIAK4/TaJmjTvCt1I/AAAAAAAAEqc/D1UMONBBMWo/s1600/IMG_6971.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pJI6SfiIAK4/TaJmjTvCt1I/AAAAAAAAEqc/D1UMONBBMWo/s400/IMG_6971.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594146443926615890" /></a><br />We painted the pantry doors! They were a mauvy/burgundy sort of color before. This really brightened the place up. Yes, the floor is still ugly. I'm trying to live with it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BGwvyInJcIw/TaJmVjj917I/AAAAAAAAEqU/0tnBAv6NkYE/s1600/IMG_7011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BGwvyInJcIw/TaJmVjj917I/AAAAAAAAEqU/0tnBAv6NkYE/s400/IMG_7011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594146207656957874" /></a><br />Abby. I could eat her up.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFxxct9OXIE/TaJly-X8hmI/AAAAAAAAEqM/IG4HU748J9c/s1600/IMG_7020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFxxct9OXIE/TaJly-X8hmI/AAAAAAAAEqM/IG4HU748J9c/s400/IMG_7020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594145613558875746" /></a><br />Yesterday was a glorious day! Both grandmas and a grandpa came to visit. Scrabble was played on the porch. All the dead stuff was cleared from the gardens. Have I ever told you how much I LOVE spring?!!?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hatJ_R-IvAc/TaJlDkD9bnI/AAAAAAAAEqE/wonVy1Ylmy4/s1600/IMG_7021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hatJ_R-IvAc/TaJlDkD9bnI/AAAAAAAAEqE/wonVy1Ylmy4/s400/IMG_7021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594144799041875570" /></a><br />Little Bethany is 8 mo. old now. She is loving baby food (sweet potatoes are her fave) and still nursing. She is crawling pretty good and pulling herself up to everything. She was sick for 2 weeks with a bad cold and then the fever/roseola crud, but the peds office said since it's a virus there was really nothing to do for her. So thankful she is smiling and happy again!Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-41822784459622084302011-02-04T09:28:00.002-05:002011-02-04T09:34:28.958-05:00A Little Sewing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TUwNgcz6WtI/AAAAAAAAEp8/aBjiJHzUutM/s1600/IMG_6796.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TUwNgcz6WtI/AAAAAAAAEp8/aBjiJHzUutM/s400/IMG_6796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569841690291362514" /></a><br />I finally found a simple little pinafore pattern at the thrift store! It's just one piece and has 2 buttons in the front. AND I had the fabric in the bottom of a bin that somebody gave me. So this was the perfect thing to whip up while we were snowed in. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TUwNRivLtNI/AAAAAAAAEp0/MLJdhDYLm7A/s1600/IMG_6797.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TUwNRivLtNI/AAAAAAAAEp0/MLJdhDYLm7A/s400/IMG_6797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569841434184103122" /></a>Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-77441409343570022432011-01-27T22:00:00.005-05:002011-01-27T22:40:29.218-05:00"Isn't this excitin'?! "<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TUIzN-PI3YI/AAAAAAAAEpo/RBlzVtyZoY0/s1600/IMG_6733.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TUIzN-PI3YI/AAAAAAAAEpo/RBlzVtyZoY0/s400/IMG_6733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567068404521164162" /></a><br />The title of this post is what Anna says on the potty all the time. :) She's almost 2 1/2. I just have to brag for a moment- she wore underwear all day today with no accidents!!! She did wear a diaper for her nap, but woke up dry and went right to the potty and did her business. I can't even tell you how happy this makes me. I'm sure you understand. Yesterday every time I went into the bathroom there was a dirty pull-up laying on the floor. Um, no. I can't afford that. So I told Casey she was not going to wear one at all today. She could pee in her underwear all she wanted. Apparently she didn't like the idea of that. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TUIyvVHr6VI/AAAAAAAAEpg/COkikvlF7R0/s1600/IMG_6741.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TUIyvVHr6VI/AAAAAAAAEpg/COkikvlF7R0/s400/IMG_6741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567067878087977298" /></a><br />These two make me laugh. They are getting along better these days, but they'll both be glad when summer is here and they can hang out with their brothers more. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TUIxzziFLNI/AAAAAAAAEpY/x8RDFrtQCK8/s1600/IMG_6754.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TUIxzziFLNI/AAAAAAAAEpY/x8RDFrtQCK8/s400/IMG_6754.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567066855459597522" /></a><br />I knew the day would come, but I don't feel ready. Bethany is becoming mobile and it's really putting a crimp in my lifestyle. She is dragging herself over to interesting objects. She's starting to nibble on books. <br />The poor thing has been sick all week. She's been coughing and her nose is raw from all the snot running out. But she's sleeping pretty good at night, so I'm extremely thankful for that.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-77628645880106804962011-01-12T23:12:00.002-05:002011-01-12T23:17:42.623-05:00Table Conversation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TS57xbRAP8I/AAAAAAAAEpI/Xo8ZuRnekgo/s1600/images.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TS57xbRAP8I/AAAAAAAAEpI/Xo8ZuRnekgo/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561518678912024514" /></a><br />Sometimes I like to look through my blog and laugh at the things the boys say.<br /><br />Adam is obsessed with where on the animal cuts of meat come from. Monday night Casey made a ham, and the package said "butt" on it. Well, the kids obviously found this hilarious. So while we were eating, there was a (rare) brief moment of silence, and Adam says, "Yeah, it's just not supper without a pork butt."<br />And Tommy says in his 5 year old manly voice, (very slow and drawn out), "It's ALL about the pork butt..."<br /><br />And so are the days of our lives.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-38325110825399150512011-01-09T13:58:00.005-05:002011-01-09T14:12:23.920-05:00Fun with B.B.I can't believe Bethany is 5 months old already! We sure are glad she's a part of our family. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TSoHDW_N8xI/AAAAAAAAEpA/94Lo83dxKyM/s1600/IMG_6693.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TSoHDW_N8xI/AAAAAAAAEpA/94Lo83dxKyM/s400/IMG_6693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560264444234035986" /></a><br />Thomas likes to share the silky blanket with his baby sister. He frequently declares that she's the "best" one in the family. I'm not sure why, probably because she's so darn cute.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TSoGoilSCWI/AAAAAAAAEo4/HNjmAmzOVBw/s1600/IMG_6695.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TSoGoilSCWI/AAAAAAAAEo4/HNjmAmzOVBw/s400/IMG_6695.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560263983490009442" /></a><br />Here B. is helping Daddy with Scrabble. Sometimes when he's stumped she whispers ideas into his ear. No wonder he always wins.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TSoGP78neiI/AAAAAAAAEow/1gEd18bgroE/s1600/IMG_6710.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TSoGP78neiI/AAAAAAAAEow/1gEd18bgroE/s400/IMG_6710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560263560802040354" /></a><br />B. likes to go for rides in the Bumbo seat. When you have big brothers, everything turns into a vehicle.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TSoFt2GWvzI/AAAAAAAAEoo/cjxOR2Ryqnw/s1600/IMG_6714.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TSoFt2GWvzI/AAAAAAAAEoo/cjxOR2Ryqnw/s400/IMG_6714.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560262975116721970" /></a><br />B. likes to lounge around in her new jammies from Aunt Laurie. These are my favorite- they fit nice and snug, yet roomy enough in the feet (from Children's Place).Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-69411831193762103692010-12-01T22:09:00.010-05:002010-12-16T21:49:05.268-05:00NovemberBear with me- it's been a month since I blogged. I tried to narrow it down to the highlights...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TPcRhdLXfjI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/FITP7I_kvzI/s1600/IMG_6483.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TPcRhdLXfjI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/FITP7I_kvzI/s400/IMG_6483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545920732595715634" /></a><br />We are borrowing Nate's Bumbo seat. She loves it! I can't believe that my baby will be 4 months old in a couple days. She's drooling like a madwoman, rolling across the living room, and generally just making us smile all the time. Such a good baby, I'm thinking I'd like to end on a high note. :) <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TPcQ-rr0akI/AAAAAAAAEoI/zyQk0GkU-4Q/s1600/IMG_6497.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TPcQ-rr0akI/AAAAAAAAEoI/zyQk0GkU-4Q/s400/IMG_6497.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545920135194503746" /></a><br />Abby turned 4 on the 17th! Daddy was at work, but I couldn't let her day go by without a cupcake at least. And yes, it's November and we still have a hard time finding clothes around here.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TPcQowFsWgI/AAAAAAAAEoA/1u608YD_3qE/s1600/IMG_6514.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TPcQowFsWgI/AAAAAAAAEoA/1u608YD_3qE/s400/IMG_6514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545919758419646978" /></a><br />Abby and grandma got to celebrate their birthdays together on the 20th. Awwwww, ain't they cute? <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TPcQCs7UpZI/AAAAAAAAEn4/Utg-vI6mafs/s1600/IMG_6521.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TPcQCs7UpZI/AAAAAAAAEn4/Utg-vI6mafs/s400/IMG_6521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545919104735815058" /></a><br />Here is the apron I won from Amber's blog! Isn't it adorable?!?! Her sister-in-law makes them, she has an etsy shop I believe.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TPcPnW7kW5I/AAAAAAAAEnw/jigDshCIie0/s1600/IMG_6523.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TPcPnW7kW5I/AAAAAAAAEnw/jigDshCIie0/s400/IMG_6523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545918634974796690" /></a><br />Rachel and her mini-me. If you compare their baby pics... wow. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TPcPIolgRKI/AAAAAAAAEno/eVwg0cd9IBE/s1600/IMG_6551.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TPcPIolgRKI/AAAAAAAAEno/eVwg0cd9IBE/s400/IMG_6551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545918107138147490" /></a><br />Barb found these mugs in Harbor Beach a while back. The girls really think they are cool! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TPcOqPf5KdI/AAAAAAAAEng/m2w8xj_ofHE/s1600/IMG_6554.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TPcOqPf5KdI/AAAAAAAAEng/m2w8xj_ofHE/s400/IMG_6554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545917585007651282" /></a><br />I am so so happy that Bethany will take a bottle when I'm at work on Mondays. Anna started to feed her when Casey wasn't looking! I'm glad he snapped a pic for me. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TPcOS1BdQ2I/AAAAAAAAEnY/FqByflgnB_U/s1600/IMG_6558.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TPcOS1BdQ2I/AAAAAAAAEnY/FqByflgnB_U/s400/IMG_6558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545917182763680610" /></a><br />A lady at the thrift store commented on how strong Casey's genes were. Definitely a resemblance there.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-69638664107115928772010-10-31T21:06:00.005-05:002010-10-31T21:15:57.299-05:00Fall is Winding Down<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TM4imeh0GII/AAAAAAAAEnQ/OS7MmFXPc_0/s1600/IMG_6416.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TM4imeh0GII/AAAAAAAAEnQ/OS7MmFXPc_0/s400/IMG_6416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534399036510181506" /></a><br />There was a brief moment when they weren't attacking each other with the sticks, and they were kinda cute those boys of mine.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TM4iJTj-XuI/AAAAAAAAEnI/XT6DZA2Nt78/s1600/IMG_6417.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TM4iJTj-XuI/AAAAAAAAEnI/XT6DZA2Nt78/s400/IMG_6417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534398535350247138" /></a><br />Are there ever days when you have a favorite child? No? OK, nevermind...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TM4hy6WbubI/AAAAAAAAEnA/A3i_9kMUPDk/s1600/IMG_6430.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TM4hy6WbubI/AAAAAAAAEnA/A3i_9kMUPDk/s400/IMG_6430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534398150625442226" /></a><br />This is what Adam does during a Sunday sermon. Brilliant.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TM4hGmUTv1I/AAAAAAAAEm4/xiQOimi0YJI/s1600/IMG_6441.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TM4hGmUTv1I/AAAAAAAAEm4/xiQOimi0YJI/s400/IMG_6441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534397389333577554" /></a><br />Here is the gang minus Chunky B. I was feeding her while Casey was getting the group photo. Of course I yelled at him because he didn't get close-ups of anybody. The bunny, the cowboy... I NEED CLOSE UPS!Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-1634829581256425772010-10-21T21:04:00.003-05:002010-10-21T21:16:34.336-05:00I read the most awesome post over at Kentucky Kate's about just keeping it together. You moms know what I mean. My husband has decided to go on a mission trip for two weeks in January. To Africa. Two weeks. Not here, but in Africa. And I wonder, will I be able to keep it together? I sure hope so. As you can see, this is a matter of prayer for me. To change my heart. To be happy that he wants to help. I hate being left behind. That's how it feels. <br /><br />On a lighter note, my baby is growing like a weed, learning new things every day...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TMDx5lYW8WI/AAAAAAAAEmw/vGjyP7UBK_U/s1600/IMG_6393.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TMDx5lYW8WI/AAAAAAAAEmw/vGjyP7UBK_U/s400/IMG_6393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530686314000085346" /></a><br />Bethany has discovered her hands. She must've seen Rachel practicing with her puppet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TMDxh8VjBoI/AAAAAAAAEmo/lGHfFQdMnwg/s1600/IMG_6395.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TMDxh8VjBoI/AAAAAAAAEmo/lGHfFQdMnwg/s400/IMG_6395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530685907845449346" /></a><br />Anna had spaghetti for supper. Then Anna kissed my nice clean baby.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-88861570972157811202010-10-02T21:06:00.004-05:002010-10-02T21:19:22.920-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TKfmt-uRbYI/AAAAAAAAEmg/nJnw6dO91-g/s1600/IMG_6308.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TKfmt-uRbYI/AAAAAAAAEmg/nJnw6dO91-g/s400/IMG_6308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523637145598782850" /></a><br />No, Anna has no problems at all with not being the baby any more. That's the problem with typing, you can't hear my sarcasm.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TKfmQWdb6kI/AAAAAAAAEmY/qLuqOoTdTjg/s1600/IMG_6313.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TKfmQWdb6kI/AAAAAAAAEmY/qLuqOoTdTjg/s400/IMG_6313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523636636574542402" /></a><br />Pretty much every picture I take of Tommy he's doing this...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TKfl_c7PE9I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/IPnvjqdiVAE/s1600/IMG_6314.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TKfl_c7PE9I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/IPnvjqdiVAE/s400/IMG_6314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523636346252366802" /></a><br />or this.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TKfldnOuxcI/AAAAAAAAEmI/JjpGCT30o5E/s1600/IMG_6319.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TKfldnOuxcI/AAAAAAAAEmI/JjpGCT30o5E/s400/IMG_6319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523635764902938050" /></a><br />How she gets poop all the way up to her armpit I'll never know.<br /><br />Today is my mom's birthday! She and my grandma came over Thursday and helped me make applesauce. It was great. I was going to post a pic of the event, but it was not very flattering. My grandma's always cute, but the rest of us? Not so much.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-88820062394273160292010-09-29T20:48:00.004-05:002010-09-29T20:55:14.400-05:00Funny Face<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TKPtxicKMzI/AAAAAAAAEmA/BjIsq-m8Pgo/s1600/IMG_6285.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TKPtxicKMzI/AAAAAAAAEmA/BjIsq-m8Pgo/s400/IMG_6285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522519003400647474" /></a><br />My children have watched that episode where Daffy Duck draws mustaches on people one too many times.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TKPtRivXGdI/AAAAAAAAEl4/J4swmhn2Olk/s1600/IMG_6282.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TKPtRivXGdI/AAAAAAAAEl4/J4swmhn2Olk/s400/IMG_6282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522518453725370834" /></a><br />This is Bethany's sad face.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TKPtASgi4DI/AAAAAAAAElw/bTAoa2bBAnY/s1600/IMG_6292.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TKPtASgi4DI/AAAAAAAAElw/bTAoa2bBAnY/s400/IMG_6292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522518157310484530" /></a><br />This is Bethany's ... I'm not sure what this face is, but it makes me laugh!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TKPswEYKfcI/AAAAAAAAElo/hcLwnMqFvno/s1600/IMG_6305.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TKPswEYKfcI/AAAAAAAAElo/hcLwnMqFvno/s400/IMG_6305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522517878639328706" /></a><br />This is Abby doing her Popeye face.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-64313391161452962812010-09-22T21:21:00.005-05:002010-09-22T21:39:42.491-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TJq8elmIxrI/AAAAAAAAElg/mFxOl0Ci5Kk/s1600/IMG_6245.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TJq8elmIxrI/AAAAAAAAElg/mFxOl0Ci5Kk/s400/IMG_6245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519931526970132146" /></a><br />I think today is the first day of fall! I'm starting to like fall more as the years go on. I am a spring lover. Fall reminds me of death. So here is one of the last flower pics to enjoy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TJq7wcRzQZI/AAAAAAAAElY/VM2SwlaBZxQ/s1600/IMG_6247.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TJq7wcRzQZI/AAAAAAAAElY/VM2SwlaBZxQ/s400/IMG_6247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519930734194934162" /></a><br />Abby makes me laugh. Except when she and Anna are fighting. Then I'm not laughing. She misses Tommy being away at school, so I've been taking her to the store with me when I go. She was afraid I couldn't find the way out of Menard's the other day. I love how concerned she gets. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TJq7XKcdodI/AAAAAAAAElQ/vXhEe8cIv9k/s1600/IMG_6251.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TJq7XKcdodI/AAAAAAAAElQ/vXhEe8cIv9k/s400/IMG_6251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519930299911086546" /></a><br />B chatting with daddy<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TJq6b7Nq0VI/AAAAAAAAElI/oWncEpL2Zog/s1600/IMG_6265.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TJq6b7Nq0VI/AAAAAAAAElI/oWncEpL2Zog/s400/IMG_6265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519929282210222418" /></a><br />The bees are loving the sedum right now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TJq6BMtJYVI/AAAAAAAAElA/1W_iEifVI4I/s1600/IMG_6275.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TJq6BMtJYVI/AAAAAAAAElA/1W_iEifVI4I/s400/IMG_6275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519928823049183570" /></a><br />Bethany eats a lot and needs to sit in her car seat to stay propped up while I make supper. And supper was just hot dogs and beans tonight since I had my dental implant placed today and didn't feel like doing anything major. I'd really like to go lay down right now, but Bethany is screaming on my lap. She LOVES the night time. Not really. Tommy will tell you all about her "grumpy" time, which sometimes lasts til midnight. But then she'll sleep 4 or 5 hours, so I'm good with that.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-28988990731912004852010-09-07T20:40:00.004-05:002010-09-07T20:53:27.151-05:00First Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TIbrEv0pY6I/AAAAAAAAEkw/GfPlwGkBozY/s1600/IMG_6230.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TIbrEv0pY6I/AAAAAAAAEkw/GfPlwGkBozY/s400/IMG_6230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514353260551037858" /></a><br />The first day went very well for everyone! Rachel is in 3rd grade, Adam's in 2nd, and Tommy started kindergarten. I was rather put off that he sent me away this morning with nary a tear, just "Go home, Mom". But when I showed up this afternoon to pick him up I received big hugs, just as Pam predicted! So I am still loved. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TIbq3SNdplI/AAAAAAAAEko/Zhc__PohBfM/s1600/IMG_6231.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TIbq3SNdplI/AAAAAAAAEko/Zhc__PohBfM/s400/IMG_6231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514353029263763026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TIbqFfp7LxI/AAAAAAAAEkg/-SkUVgFs7H0/s1600/IMG_6235.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TIbqFfp7LxI/AAAAAAAAEkg/-SkUVgFs7H0/s400/IMG_6235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514352173879340818" /></a><br />All day kindergarten wears a kid out the first few days. Here is meltdown #2- Rachel ate the last orange popsicle. OH NO. Meltdown #1 happened right in the parking lot at school when he realized we were walking home. He was tired. I carried him piggy-back half way home. I really need to start working out.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TIbp1W59zgI/AAAAAAAAEkY/ewl1GPdiuOw/s1600/IMG_6237.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/TIbp1W59zgI/AAAAAAAAEkY/ewl1GPdiuOw/s400/IMG_6237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514351896652795394" /></a><br />All is right with the world again.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5235864839826256311.post-84162684237654288252010-08-27T13:05:00.003-05:002010-08-27T13:16:23.570-05:00Three Weeks OldWell, I think 6 kids has officially kicked my butt. But I'm thankful for a baby that sleeps pretty good at night, so that does make the days bearable. It seems like so much has been going on. Let's see...<br /><br />* I think I had mastitis. Yeah, that's always enjoyable.<br /><br />* We put our house up for sale. We would love to have 4 bedrooms and a couple acres. Don't know if it will ever happen, but all we can do is try.<br /><br />* We had family photos taken by Amber yesterday. It went really well, I can't wait to hang one on my wall. In my new farmhouse. That doesn't exist yet.<br /><br />* I hate school shopping. My children aren't weird shaped. I don't know what the problem is. I don't have time to make clothes right now.<br /><br />* I have 2 more Mondays off before I go back to work. Where did the time go? <br /><br />Here are a couple photos from today. It is GORGEOUS out!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/THf_GGkcatI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/fyqjqR5-ZVA/s1600/IMG_6209.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/THf_GGkcatI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/fyqjqR5-ZVA/s400/IMG_6209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510153149418859218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/THf-5ZU9iMI/AAAAAAAAEkI/1h93BrIdTD8/s1600/IMG_6210.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/THf-5ZU9iMI/AAAAAAAAEkI/1h93BrIdTD8/s400/IMG_6210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510152931115894978" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/THf-qcD47QI/AAAAAAAAEkA/5mZ9A5IEbUY/s1600/IMG_6213.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7OpCrsetHg/THf-qcD47QI/AAAAAAAAEkA/5mZ9A5IEbUY/s400/IMG_6213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510152674151558402" /></a>Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10181857114551503683noreply@blogger.com9